Baby Carriage Full of Beercans: 02/01/2004 - 02/08/2004

Baby Carriage Full of Beercans

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There's nothing sadder than an aging hipster. That's why I've been so uncool all these years.

Friday, February 6

FIRECLOWN!

Some really weird spacewarp I've been in lately... For the last couple years, I've been reading a lot of RAWilson stuff and Discordian stuff and so the concept of the "eschaton" is not something foreign to me. Somewhere along the line, my interest in the numinous led someone to suggest RAWilson. My interest in RAWilson led someone else to suggest AOSpare and my interest in AOSpare eventually had me looking into the "Chaos current."

Well, just recently, since I put up my Blogger (a week ago?) I've noticed a "Fresh Blog" called ESCHATON. The first time I saw it, I thought, "ha, ha, cute," but frankly I grew tired of that word a long time ago. I kept seeing this ESCHATON blog, though, so I finally checked it out and it appeared to be an anti-bush blog. **(An eschaton is the "world as we know it... right... NOW!" So, every moment, the world is ending. There goes the end of the world. There it goes again. And again. Etc.) So, anyway, in RAWilson's "Illuminatus" trilogy, this group is trying to "immanentize the eschaton," meaning "bring an end to the world as we know it" (like that REM song). So, this ESCHATON blog is trying to bring about the end of the Bush-era world. I like that concept.

Anyway, once I checked out what the blog was about, I was satisfied and figured I'd never return. So, now check this out (here's where it gets kind of strange to me):

When looking to read more conjecture about multiverses and chaos "reality," I have been known to check out Chaos Matrix, which has just about all the information you could want on the subject, including free e-books and lists of suggested reading. Some time ago, I came across a suggested reading list from some guy named FIRECLOWN which was actually called "Fireclown's Basic Book List." I thought that his list looked promising since I had at least heard about a few of the authors on the list during the course of my own research and I figured one day I'd get some of the books. Well, I lost the link to Fireclown's list, so some time later, I Googled "Fireclown's book list" because "fireclown" was easy enough to remember. Well, it turns out this Fireclown guy's book list was reproduced ALL OVER the web, so I figured people must respect this guy's opinion. I decided at that point to definitely buy something on the list that I didn't already own.

I decided to buy "S.S.O.T.B.M.E.," which was #5 on Fireclown's Basic Book List basically because I already had read 3 of the first 4 books and nothing on the list interested me more than the description Fireclown gave to the curiously-titled "SSOTBME," which was described as one of the ur-texts of the Chaos current AND, when I looked it up on Amazon.com, it had a cover featuring the artwork of AOSpare, of which I am a big fan. When SSOTBME finally came in, I was surprised to see FIRECLOWN'S quote on the actual BACK of the book AS A REVIEW:

"This book made me realize I was a magician, not insane. Or at least both a magician, and insane. Great, funny, a Grimoire disguised as an essay, only 96 pages long ( I like short books, and often, short women), as well as the best book to give to people if you want them to think you are smart and goofy, as opossed to stupid and psychotic. Find it. Buy it. Read it blind drunk the first time, maybe the second time too..."

--Fireclown


I thought, "Who the hell is this Fireclown guy?" Both Phil Hine AND Peter J. Carroll (well-known and respected authors in the Chaos current) had been quoted with favorable reviews on Amazon.com, yet this guy who goes by the name of "FIRECLOWN" is the one they actually choose to slap on the back of the book?! So, today I Googled "who is Fireclown?"

It turns out that a very prolific sci-fi writer by the name of Michael Moorcock wrote a book in 1965 originally called "Fireclown" which was later changed to "The Winds of Limbo." This gets more interesting to me because, in this novel, the Fireclown was sort of apocalyptic figure of chaos who came to destroy everything. In the beginning of the book, you think the Fireclown is against the political systems and the unnatural way of life we live, but it turns out that the Fireclown is against human intelligence and really just wants to wipe out everything because intelligence is unnatural. That's a pretty intersting concept with some pretty interesting connections to authors like RAWilson and AOSpare and Discordianism. It's interesting in relation to psychology, religion and any sort of spirituality in general.

So I start reading more about Michael Moorcock and find out that his 40+ sci-fi novels all involve the same archetype of a "superman"/god character, though he goes by different names and is presented differently in every sci-fi universe Moorcock decides to write in for the moment. Ultimately, this archetype is fighting a futile battle to destroy the world or destroy chaos, but it's a never-ending cycle throughout many universes in many times and places. I can't believe someone made a career while sticking to a theme (albeit it different each time) over a stretch of SO MANY BOOKS. That's truly impressive.

What's also impressive is that it turns out Michael Moorcock has worked with several musicians on several occasions, including Blue Oyster Cult and Hawkwind, and influenced dozens of others, probably including the band Fireclown, I would guess. Also, apparently, one of his scripts is being turned into a movie, probably thanks to the success of all the Philip K. Dick adaptations and Lord of the Rings movies.

But, what's most interesting of all to me, is that on Michael Moorcock's website, if you scroll to the bottom, you will find on the right side, a box that says ESCHATON and that box is indeed a list of the updates on the ESCHATON BLOG.

My, my... what a small world multiverse.

Sheryl Crow Must Be Murdered

We can not risk the possibility of her ruining another classic song the way she has already ruined Cat Stevens' "The First Cut Is The Deepest." This song used to be one of my favorites of his, but hearing Sheryl Crow's whiney rendition 500 times a day on the radio has just about ruined the song for me forever. I suppose it doesn't help that the women in the office love to sing along with it under their breath, but that's actually Crow's fault, too. If she didn't record the damn song, it wouldn't be on the radio, and women wouldn't be singing it under their breath and annoying the fuck out of already annoyed-as-fuck coworkers.

Basically, every time that song comes on now, I just leave the office for 5 minutes.

Steve Jobs Is My Hero

I love most of what the guy does with Apple. As head of Pixar, he told Disney to suck it last week, as he closed negotiations on continuing their relationship going forward. He released a very tactful statement, actually, saying that Disney would not be a part of Pixar's future successes. Now, it turns out, some people at Disney want to kick out Eisner and hire Steve Jobs as the CEO.

I love that! It's kind of like when Wilco's record label cancelled their contract with the band, after paying 100's of thousands of dollars for the studio recording and then REHIRED them the very same month under a sister label, essentially paying for one recording TWICE. That's got to be some kind of record (pun intended).

Also: I had a job recently where I was forced to use a PC (a Sony VAIO and a Dell) and HOLY SHIT did they suck balls. I'm not unfamilar with Windows-- it's just as easy to use for me as either OS 9 or OSX on a Mac. The computers themselves just sucked compared to even the G4 Quicksilvers I use at work and home (nope, neither has dual processors and neither is a G5). I understand that PCs are an economical solution and good for most word processing and web-related minigraphics bullshit, but MAN oh man, I predict some big changes from Microsoft in about a decade-- copying Apple once again, of course.

Woody Allen Is A Strange Feller

I caught some 20 minutes randomly of Wild Man Blues the other day. Now there's a movie I never thought about watching. Cameras basically follwed his New Orleans Jazz band through a small European tour (I guess, I only caught 20 minutes). Wood Allen thinks a lot of himself when he's not acting like a neurotic dork in one of his movies. It was bizarre watching his early morning conversations with his former daughter-turned wife about how people perceived him. At one poine his daughter-wife said something about his celebrity role as an "older gentleman" and he corrected her by saying, "well-loved older gentleman." His daughter-wife actually seems smarter than him sometimes, explaining to him certain social graces (some might call it "nagging," but the relationship seemed more like Larry David and his wife on Curb Your Enthusiasm-- in other words, Woody seemed like a dipshit.)

20 minutes was enough and I flipped to something else, but I was surprised to find that Woody was basically the band leader and he could play his clarinet quite well. I like New Orleans Jazz (or is it called Dixieland?) and have liked it ever since I saw Killing Zoey back in high school. After 20 minutes of Wild Man Blues, I went and found my Pee Wee Russell Cd and popped it in. Since then, off and on, I've been downloading free + legal mp3s off dixieland jazz bands' websites.

So, for the past few months I guess I mostly listen to classical music and now I'll mix it up with a little dixieland jazz. I'm rockin' pretty hard.

Idol worFriendship

My list of semi-celebrity email penpals grows! To my surprise and delight, famous people with brainy ideas totally geek out when they find people who are interested in discussion. It surprises me that authors who've already spent years writing down intricate thoughts will gladly take the time to write a total stranger a sprawling email full of brilliant new copyright-free insights and anecdotes. It's too bad Philip K. Dick is dead!

Thursday, February 5

Remember Acid?

Nobody seems to believe me these days if it should ever come out that I did the stuff over 100 times. And I'm not exactly bragging about it these days. But the fact that nobody AT ALL seems to believe this fact almost kills the fun of having ruined my brain in the effort to go "even further," since the memories are so incredibly vague that I might has well have only bothered to do it a mere 20 times or less.

The only thing I have to go by is the fact that I happen to remember sitting down with one of my regular tripping partners and figuring out that for 2 years straight we'd done it just about every weekend, after realizing that a person's brain needed about a week to rest up for the hallucinations, etc. to be "worth it." Occasionally, we'd do it a couple times in one week and the overall period of time we used the stuff spanned about 6 years (my first trip in 9th grade, my last trip in my sophomore year of college). But, for 2 years straight (somewhere between mid-11th grade and the summer after freshman year of college), we were doing it religiously on the weekends. 52 x 2 = at least 100 times. I would guess 130 in all, usually 2 or 3 hits, but occassionally up to 6.

There was a time when I thought everyone in the world should do acid at least once. Now, I would have to say that's probably not such a good idea. It is, in the immortal words of a feller I know, "like someone took a magnet to my brain." Not permanently. I feel fine, it's just that all the fun stories I thought I'd be telling my grandchildren is a bit foggy. Besides, like everyone else, they probably wouldn't believe me!

Anyone with acid stories, please feel free to leave a comment.... AFTER STARING AT THIS
...and reminiscing.

No Logo by Naomi Klein

I just sold this book online. As I was packing it up, I was almost sad. I made $6 by selling it. Big deal. It was really interesting, but annoying to be interested in. Why annoying? It's an in-depth examination of the greedy business I happen to be a part of as an art director/designer and the nasty consequences of the "nothing personal, it's just business" approach to getting the "most" out of your existence, monetarily speaking.

Before Trump started saying "nothing personal, it's just business" every week on The Apprentice "reality" series, I had a boss for 4 years who said that all the time to everyone with an "innocent" naughty child grin. Pseudo-buddah senses tingling. Business is personal because it involves people, whether or not you pretend this particular set of human relationships is a simple game of Monopoly, survival of the fittest or whatever.

Anyway, No Logo was a good book. Now that I'm getting rid of it, I wish I finished it, rather than skim the last 3 chapters. For a mere $6. But, I probably would have never gotten around to it, anyway.

Monday, February 2

If there's one thing I enjoy, it's not the other things

For anyone who might have or have had a fascination with "demons," be they inner or outer, some interesting and productive ways of exploring what your problem is might be H.A.M.R. or Ray Sherwin's Theatre of Magick and Book of Results. I could list obvious choices like RAWilson, NLP, Austin Osman Spare, Phil Hine and Peter J. Carroll (and I guess I just did), but in all honesty, the most interesting things I've found to explore the Twilight Zone just happen to be free or almost free. The one major exception is the newishly-published collection, Ethos, which will set you back about $30 if you order it from abebooks.com. The Master Game has a nice way of summing up a few dozen traditional concerns about this sort of Creative Psychology that makes a nice, cheap primer instead of reading a few hundred studies of comparative beliefs and comparing the "sacred texts" your own damn self.

Sunday, February 1

Things I Don't Understand

What about the ones that are skinny with a big ball on the top? They don't even have that weird metal lattice support structure. Why don't those break during crazy wind storms or something? Why not make the whole thing fat, instead of skinny with a ball at the top?

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