1994 Internet ADD Apocalypse!!!
I have pinpointed the exact moment that the trigger was pulled on the gun pointed at our collective imagination. It happened in the summer of my 14th year when I was blissfully unaware of all such things, 1994. They have, it seems, been telling us exactly what they have been doing to us all along. Consider these three subjects as one bigger picture:
Time Magazine, July 18, 1994: Attention Deficit Disorder

Time Magazine, July 25, 1994: The Internet

Time Magazine, Aug. 1, 1994: Rwandan Refugees

They are telling an on-going story to people who have prescriptions for this magazine. The themes of this part of the story all flow together individually in the minds of the reader over the course of time, reinforcing the greater narrative in a non-linear fashion. All these covers are chapters in a story. Themes: Fragmentation. Disintegration. Disaster. Battle. Confusion. Frustration. Anxiety. Distraction. Death. Identity. Internet. World. Crisis. War. Individual. Apocalypse. Race.




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January 22nd, 2007 at 2:10 pm
And what would 1+9+9+4 equal?
January 22nd, 2007 at 3:00 pm
I had the same epiphany in my early teens. Only then it was sex, drugs and rock-n-roll versus the “Establishment” or “The Man” (anyone over 30) were manipulating our lives with rules and regulations.
I guess only the technology has changed????
January 22nd, 2007 at 3:12 pm
mushroom trip, age 16: i stared at the clock for what seemed like so long, waiting for it to change numbers, and it didn’t change at all. it was so long that i got all freaked out and i went into my mom’s room for a reality check, but when i talked to her it sounded like gobbledy-gook to her, as i knew it would. i was aware that i was speaking a different language, and i couldn’t translate my thoughts into the “correct” string of words from that no-time state to her time state. next came the theophany. oh those sillypsibends!
“The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I’d something more to say.”
January 22nd, 2007 at 5:53 pm
well, yes. the psychedelic trip is one way of tearing one from the created trance of the matrix. unfortunately for most, the reconstruction of a world to live in from that point on becomes extremely difficult. only the artist can ever achieve the mask of normality from that point onward. those of less creative ability are left to ramble incoherently or not talk at all for fear of giving away the fact that something is not quite the same with this boy……..anymore.
occasionally you see the wide-eyed stare of someone still on thier first acid trip……that has lasted for decades. and they`re still afraid to move too quickly unless things begin to melt again.
the media has but one job. to create and maintain culture.
content is virtually immaterial.
could it be possible to actually not know the name of the new president when the election result is announced in 2008?
and what kind of screen will you own to watch the results on?
January 22nd, 2007 at 6:11 pm
The president of the year 2008 will be “You!” just like Time Magazine’s person of the year for 2006. The government wants to hide inside of you:
http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2006/08/07/invisible-government/
A mirror
January 22nd, 2007 at 10:33 pm
good point. i never thought of it exactly like that, but it fits[nicely] with my own experience[insanity]. it is a large part of what saved me from disinteg-ration, definitely. I did instinctively use poetry and song writing ( not to mention a ton of spiritual seeking ) to integrate[fully] process the infus[e]ion.
As Tim said on his most recent podcast, ( correct me if i got this wrong ): playing at crashing your AI by *any* method is not for the faint of heart. When s t r e t c h ing the w)alls of my pairofdimes to make room for the parrot/ox, I have found it helpful to take a lot of bre[a]ks and ground into my b*dy in mundane physical reality. EAt, drink, shite, moove, breathe, you know, the basics. Nature. When I get lightheaded from all this, I like to cook. Its relaxing. And keep a sense of hum/or. It’s all so udderly absurd after all, isn’t it?
Was it Harner or Elaide that said, the difference between the “shaman” and the “madman” is that the first [g]knows where he started from and how to get back there, while the second becomes disoriented and lost in the in]fini[ty of heavens and hells. havens and halls. heavings and holes…
hmmm
January 23rd, 2007 at 1:10 pm
Holy shit, alstair, nicely put. So well put, in fact, that I worry you might be an AI mentioning this concept instead of some actual person thing in the now.
The price of admission to the show is steep. Not everyone can afford the ticket. And when the onion’s layers are peeled away you aren’t sure if:
a) you have finally reached the core
b) if there is even a core
c) that you are coming back
d) after you begin to reassemble the layers are you building a mask or do you just think you are building a mask?
If playing at crashing your AI is for the faint of heart then actually crashing it is only for shamanistically inclined. Not everyone has to do it for many to benefit.
Tim is doing something.
January 23rd, 2007 at 6:02 pm
( is the bot freaking out? i keep trying to post this and it keeps disappearing)
indeed, one might even say that for the shamanmystically inclined, there is effectively no choice. they don’t try to make it happen, it just does. they seem to come wi[red with the instructions for how to crash the A/I and/or are programmed with the lan(gui)age with which to receive the instructions. the language may be a song. DoReMeFaSoLaTiDo? Musical codes for the “biological apocalypse”? The Solfeggio frequencies?
“Da Vinci’s most famous drawing, “The Vitruvian Man,” is a cryptograph providing “Divine direction” for advancing technologies crucial for civilization’s evolution.” WTF?
January 24th, 2007 at 2:56 am
‘87 for me… but a similar age.
I too begin to see the link between the Doomers and AI and all this shite. To avoid collapse requires enlightenment…
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> A mirror
… a mirror-mare …
January 24th, 2007 at 8:32 pm
Enlightenment is a dead end