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Srini - Truth
Srini - Truth
Srini - Truth
I'm a punk rocker. As soon as punk rock came into my life, it was obvious
that everything had changed for me. It was like a lens through which the
world made sense - that is, it taught me how to behave sensibly in a
nonsensical world. This isn't what most people associate with punk rock, but
to me, punk taught me first and foremost to drop all pretenses about making
any sense whatsoever - to live for the MOMENT, for that moment when the
guitar kicks in and just fucking LAUNCHES YOU INTO THE MOSHPIT.
I was younger then, and everything felt new and the battles seemed worth
fighting. Reagan and Bush (not the band) were in office, and ANYTHING that
smacked of an ANTI-culture was down with me. Punk was a BIG word - I
mean, we thought Public Enemy was the punkest thing we'd heard in YEARS
- and strange hair configurations really BOTHERED people with less-than-
open minds. (Years later, this BOTHERATION has REMAINED my
FAVORITE cheap entertainment option.)
Punk rock changed our lives, and if you're one of those people that share this
background with me, there's no doubt I don't have to analyze this D. Boon
quote any further.
Punk sure fucked me up, as far as leading a "normal" life was concerned.
Years later, after graduating from Stanford of all places (NOT the place to go
if you've got any punk in you WHATSOEVER), I would remain nailed to this
allegiance, so much so that no amount of education, no amount of need for
money or whatever could ever make me ring true as, well, normal.
Like most of us, I soon discovered that punk was about SO MUCH MORE
than just music, that it really symbolized something MUCH DEEPER than
that. An answer. There was INFORMATION in that music, the same quality of
information that I find in a website or a touchdown, a way OUT of the prison
that surrounds most lives in America. There was truth and beauty and energy
and it was as if listening to this music, or even hanging out with other people
informed by the message of punk, well, it was like BECOMING A GOD.
This is a book that follows a format of my own devising. I just felt like writing,
a lot, all the time in fact. I am now in the process of figuring out just what I
*MEAN* by being religious. I'm certainly no Christian, or anything worth
labeling. In fact, even the term "punk rock" has been compromised, as we
who saw Green Day when they couldn't even tune their instruments knew it
someday would be. My friend Vic said that if he could take STOCK in a band,
it would be Green Day, and, well, maybe if he could've he'd be a millionaire
too. In our own stupid way, we knew we were sort of sitting on a goldmine, a
set of underground music SO SUPERIOR to the dreck of the evil corporate
music interests that its success, and subsequent "sellout", was inevitable.
I used to get a lot of mileage out of calling myself a Hindu, if only because it
confused the fuck out of people. I think causing confusion is a religious
mandate; I *enjoy* it, and therefore I believe in it. But I realized early on that I
knew jack shit about hinduism, beyond my own ability to bullshit about what it
meant. I also realized that this bullshit was getting more and more, well,
MEANINGFUL. I *enjoyed* coming up with religious-sounding ideas outta my
ass.
Only recently did I realize that I was in the process of founding my own
religion as I was going along. It was a religion based on superstition (every
time I saw a license plate with a 666 in it, I would cross myself), based on
stories of mythic proportions, based on things I just KNEW to be true.
I am going to steal Jesus - the REAL, RAW Jesus, the Jesus who fought so
valiantly against empire and oppression - away from the shits who control
him right now. While I'm at it, I'm going to steal Jimi back from the hippies,
Apple back from the jeers of the marketplace, Buddha and Kerouac away
from the pretentious. I am going to steal the GOOD STUFF and leave them
with vapors, with control of NOTHING.
Right now, while you read this, while you're hypnotized by my words, I am
handing you THE KEY TO YOUR OWN LIBERATION - a key that, of course,
you've had in your back pocket all along. The key to understanding this key,
ironically, is understanding exactly where the lock is.
So what I'm saying, basically, is that I'm not afraid to use terms such as
'religion" to describe what I KNOW IN MY HEART. And apparently, I feel like
I know a lot in my heart - much, much more than I know in my head.
(Although I'm one of those freaks of nature who can recite pi to a hundred
digits.) And I know that REAL religion is about creating that feeling that punk
once promised us.
*I* can create that feeling. YOU CAN TOO. It's not up to some being in the
sky to provide us with the inspiration we need to smooth out the bumps in our
lives and show us the direction - it is UP to ME and YOU.
This is how I got the idea for this book - I decided to just SAY THINGS that I
KNOW THAT ARE TRUE. Sometimes I'm wide of the mark, sometimes I say
ridiculous and irrelevant things, although every effort has been made to
remove these in the editing process. But what I'm left with, and what I'm
proud to present you, is a TOTAL MESS OF A BOOK, a self-contradicting,
rambling and quite potent testament to the fact that, HEY, I AM ALIVE AND
SO ARE YOU.
So hey, herewith I present my revision of the truth. I have called it "Jesus 2.0"
because Jesus is an instantly recognizable brand name, and it is what I
consider a MAJOR upgrade. Just remember that YOU are part of the
development team.
And I will leave you with a soundbite to sum up this book of soundbites. It's
what I call my one-sentence religion, and it goes a little something like this:
Once upon a time, there was a kid who had a lot on his mind.
In 1995, the world was a much bleaker place than it is now. Maybe that's due
to President Clinton's policies, maybe because of Moore's Law and the Web,
who knows. I wouldn't know what the job market is like today, but the media
sure makes this country sound like the Land of Opportunity once again. In
1995, most of the good jobs were already taken, and this kid had no idea
how to get one anyway.
It was a low point for this kid. He had nothing - no relationship, maybe two or
three good friends, a truly insane landlord/housemate who would play Pink
Floyd all the fucking time. He was broke, he hated the area where he lived,
all the good bands had broken up or were on major labels, and he didn't do
drugs. Although never suicidal, he spent his spare time in dank coffee shops
scribbling questions too existential to repeat here.
He was working at Kinko's after receiving a degree from Stanford, and he
was wondering, "well, how did I get here?" He liked to think of himself as
smart, affable, and supernice, but the market economy scared the shit out of
him. The idea of wearing a suit and tie, the idea of lying to people in order to
get a sale, the idea of trading one's imagination for a cubicle appalled him,
and he just felt that he couldn't do it.
He worked the late shift, in the computer section; because of a band he was
in, he had learned how to use a Macintosh to design stuff. One night he was
watching the monster photocopiers chugging away on some insipid
addendum to some corporate annual report. The huge beasts created an
almost techno-like rhythm as they created neat piles of dead tree, slain in the
gallant march of human progress, almost certainly destined for landfill
oblivion. The potential of a piece of paper, and this is what we make of it? he
thought.
He was a nice guy. (Hell, he's STILL a nice guy.) But he did have his
influences. Perhaps his influences were the only things that gave him any
peace at all. His influences had found him because he had a taste for the
bizarre, a taste for the loud... and a taste for REVOLUTION. It had been
decades since that word held any meaning, but he would read books from
that very last time and his imagination would take him to the streets of
Chicago with a Molotov cocktail in his hand and teargas biting into his skin.
Earlier, when he was at Stanford, he found himself enrolled in the Stanford in
Berlin program, and had soon found the squatter/anarchist community there.
He took part in riots. He threw cobblestones at policemen - not very
effectively, because he's a pacifist at heart, but the SPIRIT, the spirit was
there and when he returned to the squat with his new friends, the only
nonwhite at the afterparty, he would grab some liberated Beck's and stand in
the front as the squatter band blazed through a set that would have been
incomprehensible in ANY language, and he would think:
THIS is revolution.
This feeling that he had, this sense that the blood that boiled within him had
some IMPORT, some consequence, posed a THREAT to the system. This
was a feeling that went deeper than any drug, because it wasn't about who
you were inside, but rather what you MEANT to the OUTSIDE. When you
fucking MATTER for once, when people are really glad to have you aboard
and you're not just another entry in someone's fucking Rolodex, you are
CHANGED.
I look at you - that's right, me the narrator, you the reader - and I see a
person whose spark hasn't yet been extinguished, but trust me - the system
wants your ass. You're smart, and you could make some Board of Directors a
lot of money someday. You're on the auction block, your very potential is on
sale, and if you're working right now the banks and the companies have you
whipped, shackled in chains marked DIRECT DEPOSIT. I wonder if you've
ever felt like that kid did when he was when he was pogoing to harsh
German squatterpunk. I think you might have felt that way once - I think that's
why you're reading this. And if that's the case, there's a good chance that
what happened to the kid might happen to you someday as well.
"If only I could make Americans feel like that," he said to himself, "I could
make a difference."
Time has passed. The kid is pretty much a man now, even though he often
refuses to admit it. He's done his best to make that difference, and his efforts
are starting to pay off - albeit in such strange and unmeasurable ways that no
sensible person would call him a success by any means. And the core
question is still gnawing at him -
is he making a difference?
When he was younger, he listened to the rhetoric of the times, passed along
to him in song by bands with names like the Dead Kennedys, Filth and the
Bad Brains. These voices still echo in his head from time to time, but he's
found little solace in these voices from revolutions past. The world is still
suffering, he thinks. Hell, I'm still suffering, all the great choruses and
singalong slogans in the world haven't made him feel any more relevant, he's
got a solid career and a relationship and a microbusiness that commodifies
radicalism in a new way now but everything's still emptiness. Time has
passed, that's all, and fuck if he doesn't crave inspiration.
Addicted to moments and undergoing withdrawal, that's where he's at. And
that core question still makes him shiver. Do I matter? Do I fucking MATTER?
Something in him is bitchslapping him to the ground. For his own good. He's
thinking about his daily walk to the BART station, and imagining a mean
motherfucker blocking his way, making his every step towards work resonate
with DOOM DOOM DOOM. Mean motherfucker is going to make every...
step... a... new... nightmare. Because that mean motherfucker is his own
bloody potential, it's the path he's forsaking every second he sits inside those
cubicle walls, it's every dream he's ever had, and it's mean because it is
fighting for its very life and WILL NOT DIE.
One of these days, the way to work will be blocked. He will break down. The
doom will take him, envelop him, force him back home, sit him in front of a
computer, and get him to call in sick. The mean motherfucker of DESTINY is
undeniable, and it will own your ass regardless of your desires.
When you opened this book, you fucked up. I'm dead serious. You will never
be free from the curse that plagues me. I have passed this curse onto you.
You WILL drop out of square society. Squares are going to affect you like the
very sight of the whip affects the slave.
From the statement "Anything can happen", man began its pursuit of
spirituality. In a way, understanding that anything can happen is a
precondition to desiring some way of, you know, PREDICTING, or feeling
out, that which might happen next.
When you take a situation and analyze it to see if you can determine what
will come next, that's VISION you're using there. Vision is a combination of
logic and instinct, a complex interaction between determinism and free will.
This book is about inspiring you to respect and develop your capacity for
VISION, in all its forms. If I get you thinking about your own capacity to
visualize the future and your own instinct to PLACE YOURSELF within that
picture of the future, well, my karmic debt will be satisfied.
I propose that Vision is good in and of itself. This is due to the fact that
whenever I speak with a sense of Vision, I'm on top of mount fucking Everest.
I walk on water, I forget my limitations, I embody "God" for a bit. It feels good,
I get attractive, and the luck just seems to flow forth from my fingers.
It's ironic, because Vision makes me forget about my need to plan for the
Future at all. In fact, I simply have Faith that my future will turn out okay,
simply by token of the fact that the Vision is flowing through me.
This book is meant to exhaust you, because, if you ever meet me, I'm a
pretty damn exhausting person. If we meet and we click, man, I am so full of
action I ought to be a verb, and I encourage this kind of behavior in the
people I'm with. I am creating this book in my own image, and, perhaps, just
like in real life, you might only be able to take a limited amount of me at any
one time.
I'm also creating this book as more of a FORMAT than a BOOK because I
love the idea of a book that ISN'T OVER once you close the covers on its last
page. Also, I love the idea of a book that gets YOU to write the sequel.
Just because this book is printed on paper and bound at the spine, doesn't
mean it's just a book. I had my LIFE changed by my favorite books, most
notably the Book of the SubGenius and RE-Search Publications' Pranks!.
The Book of the SubGenius was visionary enough to write that as much as
you "read" their book, THEIR BOOK IS READING YOU. Both of these books
defined a WAY OF LIFE that inspired me to aspire to live a life worthy of
being documented as well.
If you don't like this book, or any of the proverbs in it, WRITE YOUR OWN
DAMN BOOK. That's what punk rock is all about.
I'm not going to be able to edit this book myself. I can't even visualize editing
this, because I want to present myself as I am - as a spontaneous explosion
of ideas, as a gateway to the Truth itself. Double-click on ME, baby, and let
your mind link through to the Truth.
Some people have PORTALS behind their eyes. Imagine being able to move
a spiritual mouse around the world, and double click on people who interest
you, and find out what their take on the truth really is... imagine that.... well,
it's REAL, you CAN make this happen.
I'm writing a book because I like the way it feels to write a book. I look back
on the day with a sense of accomplishment. I have a great opening line to
use with girls, and it's an opening line that lets me cut through the bullshit and
get to the ultimate goal of my conversations with other creative people - not
just what their OPINIONS are, but what their IDEAS are.
It is really when conversation turns past the mundane - past "facts" and
"opinions" and into the realm of IDEAS and SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION
- that a conversation takes on that feeling of HISTORY. I believe in the
potential to CHANGE THE WORLD through my TRUE FRIENDSHIPS.
It's too bad I'm such a freak of nature, though. Maybe that's why I'm so
obsessed with ideas - because really, that's all I've got to give. I mean, it's
lucky that that's what's IMPORTANT in life, but the life I've led so far has
been one heartbreaking failure after another to matter in other fields.
It is only when we're talking about real ideas, or EMBODYING them, that we
are truly attractive. When we pull that off, we are The Darlings Of God, and
we fucking ROCK.
I fucking ROCK right now. I believe in the potential for these ideas to MOVE
you, to make you aware of the potential you have for TRUE EXPERIENCE in
this world.
I urge you to give up all that which may be an obstacle to your potential.
Potential is the very nature of life, for upon death, we lose it all.
I am not sure if this faith in you (yep, you who actually is parsing what I have
to say) will help you along in your quest to make your dreams real. But, once
again, it's all I have to give you. I'm not your entertainment, and I'm after
nothing less than RECRUITING YOU for an international conspiracy of world-
movers and great kissers. JOIN US.
It isn't always important to hook up with everyone you meet, and frankly,
sometimes people (or you) aren't in the mood, or the time isn't right or
whatever. But the sooner you can scope out the target's affinity for ideas, the
sooner you know whether it's truly worth continuing.
That's right, this is a philosophy that is about NOT WASTING YOUR TIME. If
it isn't USEFUL, it isn't TRUTH - that's the way *I* am reinterpreting Occam's
Razor for my own nefarious purposes. (Occam's Razor is a theory that the
simples explanation for a phenomenon is likely the correct one.)
I am presenting this to you as this gigantic sprawl, o which YOU are the
editor. Seriously, YOU have a GOD-GIVEN DUTY to determine what is
RELEVANT and IRRELEVANT to you, similarly to the way you determine
that which INTERESTS you and that which BORES you.
God Is That Which Is Interesting And/Or Relevant. Whether or not it's "good"
or "evil", or even "true" or "false" - all of that's important, sure, but it depends
on how you feel that day.
If your muse ever leaves you, if you lose the ability to become creative and to
interact richly with others, you are DEVASTATED. For a period of a couple
years, it seemed I could barely do ANYTHING right. I was just sitting there in
my rut, working in my stupid wage-slave job, thinking, shit, HOW do I
REIGNITE myself. And That Is Probably Why I'm In Budapest Right Now.
You need Adversity in order to break out of the complacency that threatens
to stymie your potential. A person is made richer through Adversity. "What
doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
"God" - that is to say, Ideas - sneak into this world like a thief in the night, and
once you're hit with an Idea, you're no longer simply yourself as long as that
Idea possesses you.
Ideas make people quit their jobs, get divorced, and stake their life's savings
on pursuits of high risk. Ideas can make you do the stupidest, craziest things
on Faith Alone, and it is pretty fucking hard to control them when they take
you over.
Despite all of the mayhem an Idea can wreak in your settled life, it is
impossible to want it any other way. We DEFINE ourselves by the ideas to
which we contribute - without them, life becomes a dull screensaver instead
of a Killer App.
Our self-esteem is contingent on the Ideas that we promote, and at the end
of our lives, that's how we are judged.
I want to fall in love. But it isn't real love unless ideas are flowing through the
two (three? more? there are no rules) of you, and increasing and multiplying
with every touch.
Love can really charge you up, bring your esteem to peak levels, and be the
Ultimate Drug as well.
Like any drug, though, Love should be a Tool with which you whittle and
shape your Life so as to ensure that you live forever. In other words, take the
benefits of love and direct them toward some way of communicating that love
outward, beyond your union and into a world that is full of loneliness and
sorrow for the majority who do not have love in their world.
The meaning of life is to KEEP SEARCHING. Sure, you can find, and you
can be at peace, but you must continue the process of learning and doing
until you are satisfied with yourself.
Those who do not need to Search - who have it all handed to them on a
silver platter - well, seriously, I fear for their souls. When you have it all,
where is your motivation to make things better? Where is the PROCESS in
such a static state?
Devo: "I'll say it again - in the Land of the Free, USE YOUR FREEDOM OF
CHOICE." That is to say, if you let the decisions be made for you, you lose
your Free Will. You become a passive member of the Devouring
Marshmallow that is America, rather than an active part of the Resistance.
"Idle Hands Do The Devil's Work." Meaning, of course, that Idle Hands do
NOTHING AT ALL, and the Devil is Oblivion Itself.
If "God" is Ideas, the Devil is the Lack of Ideas. If "God" is contained within
Tools that help you make your Dreams real, the Devil is contained in every
OBSTACLE to those dreams. If "God" is Relevance, the Devil is that which is
Irrelevant.
The difference between "God" and the Devil is not the difference between
"Good" and "Evil", but between "Interesting" and "Boring".
If you are leading a Boring Life, and there is no Potential for you to ever
transcend that Boredom, well, YOU MAY AS WELL BE DEAD.
The only sin that matters is the sin of NEGLECTING YOUR OWN INFINITE
POTENTIAL. All other so-called sins are mere Fuel For Gossip.
I'm not going to fuck around with you any more. I have seen "God" inside
myself and it has changed the way I perceive things. It's basically changed
everything about me, made me much more deep, much more aware of the
beauty that's available for the taking in this world
I do NOT expect you to see "God" inside yourself in order to appreciate this
book. But the point is that this book seriously is meant to induce a state of
mind that's similar to the effects of the drug.
"God" makes you see things around you as a child would see them. You
know how I always talk about the dichotomy, the unbridgeable chasm
between the forces of "interesting" and "boring"? Well, in "God",
EVERYTHING IS INTERESTING. A child feels textures, smells smells, and
hears sounds as if they are all BRAND NEW in this world, and all amazingly
worthwhile. "God" strips away the spiritual glaucoma that occludes our vision
to the beauty of the patterns that surround us.
"God" is all about POTENTIAL. Simple tasks become immense epics,
characters become symbolic figures suffused with joy and tragedy, and
suddenly your life becomes a MOVIE, something worth replaying over and
over again in the months - or years - that may pass until your next hit.
People who have done "God" share this secret between us, and it's instantly
communicable. It's like it augments our halo, and we are changed
completely. I am no fucking hippie, but EVERYBODY has worthwhile tales to
tell about what they've learned while tripping.
"God" does make you want to drop out, to experience the world we live in
instead of just playing a role in someone else's movie.
I'm thinking about my friend Eric right now, who has shown me so much even
though I have never adequately thanked him or anything like that - it just
wouldn't be appropriate to thank someone so "cool", yet so friendly at the
same time. Eric Jenson, you'll go down in history.
The easiest way we can turn our lives into ideas is by having experiences
that make GOOD STORIES. I love stories, I love collecting them and trading
them and passing hem on.
Lungfish: "Let me tell you about the time when something occurred." The fact
that things are occurring all the time, that ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE, is still a
secret set of knowledge. We don't' experience things "occurring" every day - I
mean, we know that things are happening everywhere, but it's really hard to
have faith that history is AFOOT AT THIS VERY INSTANT .
I always tell Christians "You know the Bible? The truth it holds, and the
liberation you feel when reading it? Well, THERE'S MORE WHERE THAT
CAME FROM."
Jesus idiots (as opposed, I suppose, to "jesus good guys") rarely talk about
anything that doesn't revolve around their little flawed masterpiece. As such,
they come across as ridiculous.
We've allowed small minds to take over the domain of religion because we
are too fucking busy to take part in the revolution within our hearts. What will
become of us?
This is going to sound weird, but HAPPINESS and TRUTH are sort of, well,
their sort of antagonistic urges, and sort of synergistic. I mean, I'm writing this
right now in one of the most blissed-out states I've ever felt. I'm on a train to
Prague, and I'm in a car all alone, and they never checked my Eurail pass so
I'm basically a stowaway as of right now and I hope I don't get caught.
Anyway, so I'm blissed out, because I got to buy a rose for someone really
special (hi pixie) and I ran into my überfriend Helga completely at random
there, and there was a lot of other stuff that I loved about Budapest, but I left
when it was time to leave, just barely making the train and fucking, I've got
my OWN COMPARTMENT right now so I'm set!
I have no idea what I'm going to do if somehow I lose this eMate. Jesus and
every other cool person that ever has or ever will exist - DUDE, PROTECT
MY EMATE!!!!
What do I know about life and "God" and sex or anything else?
I know a lot of things that aren't "deep", and I'm going to write some of them
down right now.
Almost any type of music rocks as long as it's in a minor key. It's easy to
degenerate into happy-face schlock in a major key.
The female orgasm is basically one of the most important keys to truly
healing the world.
I'm jealous of girls for their orgasms. I mean, really, they seem to be pretty
"God" damn intense.
Sex has lessons to teach us that verge out into the astral plane.
It's not easy to write about sex, but it sure is easy to SELL writing about it.
I like buying roses for girls. I think it's cute, it gets remembered, and the also
give the giver of the flowers a temporary feeling of confidence that I think is
super, super important.
If I don't go to sleep now, I'll be so dog tired in the morning that I'll be going
crazy.
These slovakian border guards are looking at my eMate like I'm some kind of
wealthy freak.
This tool is ideal for this book, because all it does is word processing. As a
designer, I know that I would have had a tendency to make it pretty and
complete its pages and stare at those pages in wide wonder, like "oh i just
created something and it rules o yes!!!" instead of drawing.
Some people live their lives as if they're in cold storage. They are full of
potential but they're waiting for some kind of external stimuli to tap their lives,
to give them meaning.
NOBODY goes out with you because they feel sorry for you. Pity is not a
good opener with a girl.
Guys, DROP this bullshit about meeting girls by accommodating their
"motherhood instinct". They don't want a BABY, they want a MAN and it
annoys me to see people with an overzealous sense of needing security.
Get to know me, and you've gotten to know at least a thousand people who
have nodded to me, telling me that they're really excited about me. I'm sure it
is the same case for you.
If you are an interesting person, I trust you to the end of the earth.
There are many traits that can be attractive in a woman, but her availability is
probably the most practical of 'em all.
I am not sure, but I don't think I have any friends good enough to advise me
against embarrassing myself. Well, oh, yeah! there's anna. I love you anna!
How funny to write a book that you hope someone doesn't read! I worry
about my parents reading this raw manuscript so much that I'm going to edit
a lot of the juicy parts out, dam. SO now you know. What you hold in your
hands is an emasculated, depersonalized version of a very saucy and
DANGEROUS book. Maybe someday, the truth will be out about me and
what it is I'm so scared of sharing, but, lawd, i STILL hope mom and dad stay
far away from this....
You can turn a mistake into something TOTALLY COOL if you make it look
like you DID IT ON PURPOSE and IT WAS FUN!!!!
It makes you feel stupid if you do something boring with an interesting tool.
I have removed a lot of the more "personal" points form this book.
The reason that is, is because people aren't going to buy this book to find out
about my WEAKNESSES. I mean, shit, it's just like the fact that women don't
go out with you just because they feel SORRY for you.
Joy is more akin to RAPTURE. I mean, it's that MOMENTARY RUSH of holy
CRRRRAP!!!! that was AWESOME! Joy is a bit of a roller-coaster ride, but it
is this TRANSIENCE that reflects the true nature of God.
"God" will pulse in and out of your life like a scent. (The Fixx used that simile
before.) You can be happy for years on end, but joy you can only have in
moments.
You can get the authorities to come down on your ass merely by fucking
LOOKING like you're up to mayhem. I mean, that's their job, of course - to
enforce that society looks and feels in order.
I don't like this place. I don't like this TOWN, I mean. Even though I am
hopefully going to do a lot of business, I don't like places where I can't feel
like I'm one of the tastemakers, and for some reason I can see rocking out in
Budapest in a way I couldn't here in Amsterdam.
I am here to look for a sign. I *knew* this city was on my agenda, just as I did
Budapest was on my agenda. I wonder if I've lost the path right now, because
I'm completely directionless.
Something is going to occur here that is going to be important for the writing
of this book, and I'm either interested or afraid.
Is this the last gasp of my potential? Somehow, I don't think so, but when I
put this book out and it gets absolutely nowhere , do I stand or do I fall?
The second I start THINKING about the odds that this book will disappear off
the planet, the more likely it seems. I mean, look at the probable future here -
I go back to the USA, I fail at burning man, this book is hard to transfer onto
the macintosh back at home, i have to get a job like IMMEDIATELY, this
book sits in my computer for ages. Maybe I put it on the web, without
embellishments, just for kicks, but it gets like one visitor a year (after my
personal insistence.) Oh well.
So I've visualized the worst-case scenario for this book. Okay, well, the
WORST case scenario is that this computer gets stolen. In which case, aigh,
i don't know what the fuck i'll do.
I will start the book over in that case. I understand this risk, and I bless it as
something I accept. There is a REASON i am in Europe, and that is to
FINISH THIS "God" DAMNED BOOK.
If you ever want to see how LUDICROUS marketing can get, you should see
how public relations companies woo the press. It's hysterical.
"The very rich are not like you and me." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Rich" is one of the most coveted adjectives in the world, and people will do a
lot to create the impression that they are rich.
I couldn't give a FUCK about someone being rich. If they're BORING, they're
BORING.
Although, if there are any rich dumbshits out there, HEY! send me $100!
I am publishing this book because I am out and out SEEKING people who
DISAGREE with anything I've got here. Seriously.
"It's always darkest before the dawn." - Gerd Zeigler, Tarot - Mirror Of The
Soul.
When America lost its frontier, it lost a major part of its character.
If the people who live for ideas are given a chance to separate themselves
voluntarily, they will.
The secret of this book is that EVERYBODY likes to think that THEY are
interesting, and that EVERYONE likes to feel SPECIAL.
With the way television has destroyed our sense of community in the united
states, it's amazing we don't collapse because of our own irrelevance.
The thing I most fear is that my ideas don't get me laid. I've seriously got ALL
i mean **ALL** of my eggs in one basket.
The idea of sampling is a crucial innovation and a major pointer to the way
things will be in the future. We are in a world that values both the CREATION
of bits **AND** the manipulation and REmanipulation of these bits. In other
words, putting together a PHAT beat with perhaps a doobie brothers sample
is probably far more valuable than the doobie brothers themselves; in a way,
you're sort of SALVAGING fucking the doobie brothers.
I love mishearing things like lyrics! You always come up with amazing fucking
things that are actually YOUR PROPERTY because that wasn't ACTUALLY
what was said!
I'm sorry for whoever has to edit this badass. Probably it'll be me. I feel sorry
for my future me for having to deal with this ridiculous mess.
If you feel NO CONNECTION with human beings that surround you, the
effect is FAR more devastating than being alone.
It used to be that you could count on a punk-rock looking person to be
someone worth talking to, but nowadays it means nothing to have colored
hair or a NOFX t-shirt. Or maybe I'm just getting old.
I was CONSTANTLY getting into cool conversations about this and that in
Budapest. What is the PROBLEM with these people here?
Maybe I'm just in a diferent space than I was when I was in Budapest. I also
recall going OTHER PLACES to type back then. Hmmm. Also, I was riding
high off of Jenny back then.
I have begun to realize that even THIS, my friends, even this writing about
what I believe is a form of denial. My life is fucked up, so instead of beginning
the difficult process of change, I launch myself into yet another doomed
creative enterprise. This is my version of an easy answer.
I forgive myself for being dirty, irresponsible, and self-abusive until now. I
don't bear any grudges toward my former self, toward society, towards
anyone. It is as if I have just been born again, however, and I am really
starting from zero.
It is as if I have just !!!KERPOW!!! landed into my body, into my situation. I
am feeling my body, and it is unclean, and it has to get a haircut. I am
sensing my problems at home, and they need to be dealt with. I am thinking
further about my body, and it needs healthy food, exercise, and perhaps
some medical attention. I am thinking about my career, and perhaps it needs
major surgery, but I am interested in GETTING that surgery instead of
limping along without it anymore.
I guess I've let myself degenrate into a bit of a hippie. Directionless and
proud of it, dirty (listen, I just got off a night train from Gdansk and boarded
this one to Hamburg for no real reason, cut me some slack), and vaguely
"artistic". Yuk.
It's great that I'm going to Hamburg, because it is a modern Western city and
I am going to become a modern Western kinda guy. New clothes, new hair, a
new watch, whatever it takes - I am going to leave all that punk bullshit
behind and fix myself up but good.
This all leaves the question of what I'm going to do with my book and my
business. Well, my business is still going to be a source of income for me but
I can see that it's going to take some time to get really rolling. I need to figure
out a way to gain experience (or at LEAST some education) while I wait.
I need to close my eyes and visualize what topics are out there to master,
choose one, and master it. Perhaps it isn't my dream job or anything, but if I
need to learn how to do something very quickly, a job is the way to go.
Jobs ARE good for learning skills that you'd like to reapply in your own
interest eventually.
Kids, NEVER take a job you're going to hate, unless you're desperate. I have
been desperate in the past, but I am totally regretting wasting my time at
such boring, corporate jobs.
I could have been recharging my batteries on the train here, dammit. But you
know, I have a more important task at hand. I have to recharge my LIFE.
Typing about it and DOING IT are two different things.
I am going to get in touch with those people whose help I will need to build
my business IMMEDIATELY. I am EXCITED, for instance, to get my shirt
designs to Rob Cosmic, as well as to show him what kinds of ideas I am
interested in promoting with him. I would like to work at Cosmic, I sure would,
even if it was just for peanuts, because of the fact that I need experience with
such a firm in order to build my own. This means that when I get off that
plane, I must be the kind of person Rob Cosmic would hire.
I bet it'd be difficult to reach bob mould right now, but he's a gemini, and he's
reached me. The message is that "God" has created us all for a reason, that
we can see thorough the minds of thers, and that even the animals exist for a
reason, that even the aminas l should be allowed to enjoy themselves, and
that you and I are animls as well. WE are animals, but you seee, we have
begun to finally realize that we can see God. Like, that we can BECOME
ONE WITH GOD, that we can make history if that's what we want, that we
can do whatever it is we want to do withourlives.
i think i've found what i came to find. the real message, the real bible is the
one you live every day.
To ME this will remain art, this will remain a wonderful testament 'til I die of a
time I had when I actually had FUN. And while I wouldn've liked this fun to be
less Alone, i mean, well, we're ALL alone in a way. I mean, my story might be
okay for you to pull off a shelf and buy, but it sin't necessirly going to get me
laid.
Ghe truth wants you to get laid, but the truth doesn't know how to make this
happen TONIGHT.
My mom, I love her, but my mom isn't like me and dad and sis. I certainly
hope my sister is going to be who I should've been. I hope that my story
hasn't damaged her, and I am glad gald glad that she is happy.
"God" has done some sad things to me, but I forgive him because I am him. I
am in the power of a mind that I will never quite understand. As long as
there's a story involved, as long as it's worth inspiring, as long as I live,
please remember that I am named srini, and srini is a silly name, and that's
one silly body i've got, but it's all i have to offer. And the truth is, wow, the
truth is i like to watch.
The Beatles were probably more crucial revolutionaries than many of the
student groups in the late '60's.
WEED IS HIP PROZAC. Isn't there something that smells sort of funny about
the marketing of marijuana in todays hipster culture? Companies are founded
based on the coolness of this drug, this drug which really doesn't TEACH
anything to you. I'm not into it.
If you don't like your situation, you need to achieve a sufficient amount of
discomfort to start really looking for change. Without this discomfort, inertia is
inevitable, you know?
The solution to hating your shitty job and your crappy love life isn't taking
more weed. It's QUITTING YOUR FUCKING JOB and LEADING A COOL,
ATTRACTIVE LIFE.
All the things that you really WANT in life are actually SYMPTOMS, not
GOALS. Money, sex, leisure, happiness, whatever it is, it's all unable to really
be forced.
Thinking too much about money, for instance, is the same as rubbing directly
on a clitoris. You think it'll help, but it actually hurts.
I want my foreskin back. I was talking with this guy from Norway, and he still
has his, and he's like talking about sex like it's another dimension.
America's obsession with the politics of male frustration might be traced to
this circumcision thing. If guys don't come well enough or often enough, they
could very well be fucking aggro.
It is the CONSPIRACY, the fucking BAD GUYS, who keep trying to substitute
violence for sex, and sex for love.
Are you LOVED in your life? I mean, the truth is that you probably ARE
loved, but if you don't FEEL loved it's easy to go all hate-stylee. This is good.
You've got to hate, because this is a shitty world full of dumb people who are
doing a lot better than you and me. But the fact that you're negative does
indicate that you have a fucking BRAIN, a mind. And you're probably going to
spend a bunch more time being negative and anti. But the thing is it is the
depth of your darkness that is the true measure of your potential.
Jesus is YOUR son, folks. I am not a Christian, more like a Srinian, but I
acknowledge the power of the ideas that this dude hatched in the face of
what apparently was one of the most vicious empires that ever plagued the
earth.
Better the barbarism of rule by Huns than the apparently rational fist of
bureaucracy.
Even going for a glass of water can be an EXPEDITION, if you turn it into
one.
There are so many worlds and possibilities that can be envisioned that don't
EXIST at the time being. cf. Calvin and Hobbes, yes?
Who told you that you aren't a poet? Who told you that you AREN'T a doctor,
a lawyer, a tour guide and an engineer all at once? I mean, you wear SO
MANY HATS within your peeer group, and none of these hats may have
societal sanction, but you have knowledge that is sort of unincorporated.
All truth is unincorporated. The same right that gives ME the permission to
write this boook, gives YOU the permission to dis it or love it as you see fit.
I'm not making this book to be JUDGED. I frankly have judged MYSELF far
harsher than I ever could be judged by YOU. Your criticism bounces off of
me like rain off a turtle.
This book is teaching you about who I am in a new way. All art is the science
of saying, "Hi, this is me." I don't intend this to be an autobiography, but in
reading this you now know me better than most of my friends do. It's sort of
like I show through like lava peeking through from between the plates, and
once in a while I erupt in a burst of personal revelation. But I am creating the
earth itself, and my signature lies on every piece of its creation, and IT IS
GOOD.
We have a world of bullet points in the form of memoranda that are flying all
over the corporate world. It is the bullet point part of any memo that gets read
first.
i like this "code" idea. i don't know why, it adds to the mystique. now, what
the fuck? how am I going to make this code happen? what's the story and
why am I doing this?
I envision this - this is the spec. you've got this document - the "truth" as it
were - and you invite commentary on each and every single point in it. every
bullet point has "add comment" and "read comments" hyperlinks. Ideally, the
"read comments" hyperlinks also indicate how many comments have been
added to that particular truth.
For all this machine is magic, maybe the coolness would be to handwrite the
damn thing. but my handwriting does suck, it must be admitted.
We only want people who can be trusted to not fuck around to get access to
the "write" portion. Not to mention that we also only want people who have
read the damn book.
the online component does excite me. Jenny Holzer is damn close, but what
she doesn't have is a branding strategy like mine ey?
The goal is to create an interactive document that you can actually get LOST
in. Not unlike the web itself, but to truly document the lives of those of us
within it. To try and get at the kernel of what makes life so sad, and so
potentially interesting.
I'm not sure, i'm not sure, i'm not sure. I'm not sure what I want to say, i'm
afraid, i'm several things at once. OOOOOOF.
as I get hornier, i think i'll write better. Ain't THAT the truth ey? :)
Names are really important. I have this feeling you can really tell a whole
fucking lot about a person, or a project, by looking at their name. I just met
this girl named Jyoti, and she's really small and harmless and nice, but she's
super super quiet and as such I'm not really her type. However, it's sort of like
I can't quite let it go because it's like HER NAME is SO RAD!!! One of the
RADDEST names I've ever heard is Jyoti, which means "Spiritual Light". I
can't really help but be interested in such a girl, can I?
How do you impress the girl that needs to be impressed? I think really the
only valid answer is to not really give a fuck.
The thing about the whole romance process is that it is an ANIMAL process.
So thinking about it is really using the brain to do something it really wasn't
meant to do.
We have a brain for specific reasons, including as a sexual organ. But the
problem comes around when we grow DEPENDENT on the brain in order to
interact with others - ESPECIALLY in matters where, let's face it, it's vital to
think with your DICK.
I wonder how it is possible to smoke pot in a way that is really cool and
interesting. Yeah, I guess it's all been done before.
Dopers have this term for a marijuana hit that has been milked completely
dry - "cashed".
Some media is impossible to work with, because it has been "cashed". It is
very, very difficult, for instance, to really come up with anything totally "new"
in museum art. Or "sport prints" or whatever. I mean, it's such a dull genre
that it's really hard to come up with something new in it.
No media is TRULY cashed - there is the possibility for an artist to truly break
out of molds that have been created by too many failed attempts and too little
initial potential.
Most media simply cannot attract the interest of everyone interesting, but a
TRUE use of ANY media - from kitsch sculpture to "new country" to things
that you'd usually associate with "really sucking badly" - well, a TRUE use of
a medium CUTS ACROSS all of these separations between us.
True art appeals to the fucking SOUL, and as long as you HAVE asoul, you'll
be affected by it.
What can make someone like U2, who SURELY know better, make such
crappy, pretentious music?
Once you have soul and you've PROVEN that you have soul, it is quite
possible to get lazy.
Also, it is natural forr people to want to contact those who they perceive as
having soul, and therefore I'm sure answering all sorts of fan mail gets old,
and seriously, though i'm interested, i'm not able to listen to every fucking
demo tape that comes my way.
I like the feeling of a book that writes itself. Not a book that's like
It's amazing that no matter HOW BIG your CD collection is, or how much
music you've got in your world, there's ALWAYS room for one more great
fucking band to knock your socks off. Lungfish, oh my gawd, has done just
that before I came out here.
On the other hand, it's sort of like every band you used to like is STILL cool,
despite all that has passed, despite all of the shame you sort of feel for
having EVER liked such cheese. If a band comes in while you're still learning
about music, you might end up regretting loving them the way you want to.
But you really aren't able to help it.
Man once a thief always a thief. I suck, I just stole a rush videocassette.
Yikes, I don't even WANT this shit.
I'm nervous because I've got a stolen videocassette in my bag right now.
It is the very nature of truth itself that it is not immediately known, but
REVEALED.
You don't KNOW the truth, but from time to time you can BECOME the truth.
It is the highest honor to be able to REPRESENT the truth, and it also fills
you with such pointless, mindless joy that you can't help but live for it.
If you are living in an empty world, you might want to try doing LSD
sometime. For some people, this isn't important and you can do without.
I would switch this video off in a SECOND if I were really watching MTV, but
with this amazing house music in the background providing the soundtrack,
it's WAY PAST entertaining.
Believing in soul is super simple. All you have to believe is that possibility
exists. Life itself teaches us that the future is unpredictable. Therefore,
different POSSIBILITIES for that future exist, yes?
Being a soulful person simply means acting out your own prediction of the
future. In a way, being a soulful person actually means BEING FROM THE
FUTURE.
Don't aim for the target - aim for where the target WILL BE.
Soul is the only solution to the issue of how to walk the tightrope without a
net.
I thank "God" that I was given a good mind that I can now ruin at my leisure. I
have a lot to be thankful for, and this is a beautiful world. But I'm also very
mad, very very angry at the barriers that I have allowed to be built between
myself and my heart's desire.
It is one thing to fight, but it is another thing entirely to forgive. Maybe that's
the ultimate message of this trip. I forgive you, mom. I will do my best not to
mess up my kids.
I am too cool right now, I don't think anyone in the netherlands has ever seen
anyone like me. I wonder what it must have been like, to be a freak in an
actual circus, to be laughed at and pointed at and stared at.
Clutch your children close, friends, for the chosen one is here and he is ready
to scare the shit out of you. He is ready to lead you on an adventure that
you're not going to forget, which means that it'll be a pain in the ass.
The concept behind unamerican activities is based on the theorem that in the
'90's it isn't what you sell that makes your company popular, necessarily - it's
more what you GIVE AWAY. So I've startede to give away some interesting
things, and simply say, hey, if you wanna check out what it is that i have to
sell, send in a buck.
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I am getting into this critical conversation with Heike about how much of my
personal story to interlace into this truth telling. I personally think it's
INTERESTING for you to sort of get to "know" me, iespecially since in a way
NOBODY will know me better than the reader of this book - no friend, no
parent, perhaps even no lover. I am interested in telling you my life story, but
I also know that it isn't much a life story yet (although I dare say that I have
had my share of experiences).
I haven't related many of the STORIES of my life, only some of the situations
I'm currently in. This is because I'm not here to tell stories. I have had it with
plot, and I am living in a world of interesting characters that I can't really
describe without sort of hurting their feelings. I would rather write about HOW
STORIES ACT. Where do they come from, anyway?
Some people leave you with more in twenty minutes than others do in five
years.
The problem is that some ideas are dangerous. They linger with you, they
take up your room in your head and you don't allow better, healthier ideas to
take their place. There is a fine line between an idea and a construct.
I really really really really wish I could see Kai's sister, Celine, right now. I fell
for her pretty hard on the night before, and I'm really sad about not having
gotten anywhere with her.
Sometimes you feel the seeds of a future encounter sown, but it is really hard
to begin a process that you know might take years when you have to forestall
(or be denied) pleasure while it develops.
Processes are the only thing that really yield important events, but let's face
it. In this go-go world, processes are a PAIN IN THE ASS. We like to think
that we can bounce from situation to situation, getting everything right and
feeling gratified immediately. But the thing about gratification is that it really
does grow sweeter and more STORY-LIKE the more it IS forestalled. That is
to say - sex is better than masturbation, even if you don't have it very often.
Sometimes when I hear people talking to me about their love lives and their
relationships, I detach myself from reality a little and imagine that I am their
equal. I am not. I am pretty obviously undesirable, and I really ought to know
my place.
It's obvious that life goes in cycles. Some people have cycles that move
slowly, perhaps even with the seasons; some people are like me, and are
lucky if a stage of the cycle lasts for three days.
I am assuming that you understand what I mean when I talk about having an
"on day" or an "off day". If you only have on days, well, you probably don't
need this book very much because you've obviously got a lot more control
over your life than I could ever have. I'm just wasting your time. I apologize,
but I ain't refunding nothing.
For me, almost inevitably "on days" are CATALYZED by some event.
You must look at your life and extrapolate it five years into the future. Do you
like what you see? Can you see good AND bad scenarios? If you can't,
you're either "taken care of" or are lying to yourself.
It is easy to get led around in life, because that is the way our first several
years are.
"You've got to have a dream! If you don't have a dream, how you gonna have
a dream come true?" - from South Pacific
Sometimes I think men and women engage in a lot of the silly games they
play just to have stories to tell each other. I think that's okay, and it certainly
wakes you up when people are gossipping, but we have to think - is all that
trouble worth it?
I don't understand why I'm so freaking sleepy all the fucking time. I certainly
hope it isn't because i'm not working or something, because I really would
rather not find another shitty job.
I will have to find another shitty job to tide me over until such time as my
goals start seeing the finish line.
Art is a symptom of life. It isn't something you do, it's something that NEEDS
to get done in order to relieve the pressure of a full and chaotic and
INTERESTING life.
It is very easy to respond to the above by going "boo fucking hoo" or "look at
Bangladesh, you call that suffering?"
I'm not expecting pity or sympathy or whatever, and in fact neither of these
things have really helped matters before anyway. But I'm clinging to the
bottom of life because it's teaching me things that YOU will never know.
If I had been a happier person, it's likely that my creative energy would have
been expended in another format. That's not to say that it wouldn't have been
GOOD, but that it might have been in a form that would be less worshpful to
the "God" of Creation.
If I had found success in music, I never would have written this book. If I had
found success in the context of women, or corporate America, or in
academics or whatever, there is a good chance that my life as an artist of
words would never have happened.
Success and happiness have this deleterous effect on the creativity of many
people. That's not to say that you shouldn't ache for them with every bone in
your body, but see, it's the ACHE that forces the art out of you, not the
RELIEF.
I think that life is about what you CREATE, how effectively that creation is
communicated, what that creation is trying to say, and how effectively it
retains that message despite its spread.
The more I consider the things that are wrong and the things that are right in
my life, the more I feel like I'm an experiment.
"God" has created this Petri dish called the world, and once in a while he
shines a light on it that hits one person and transforms him. (Huh?)
We are playing catch with God, and the ball is ideas. He throws ideas to us,
we labor withour bodies to turn those ideas into reality, and for this work we
get paid and get to enjoy life secure in the understanding that we've
participated in something far greater than ourselves.
This society is BUILT for sheep. It is full of institutions and lifestyles that exist
to limit our choices in life. It is full of culture that is meant to spread ideas
through accepted and controlled channels to an unthinking public. It is averse
to new ideas, and quick to co-opt them as soon as they reach a critical mass
of popularity, and quicker to imitate previous successes.
If you wish to address sheep with your art, you need to come up with
something super dumb and super obvious, and mostly you've got to spend a
LOT of money. Sheep only accept that which they read about in Rolling
Stone or MTV or whatever, and these media are NOT cheap.
The problem with dollar democracy is that EVERYONE has a dollar and
everyone has a vote. This leads to mass culture becoming lowest-common-
denominator culture.
I feel SO MUCH BETTER now that my batteries are charged and that I'm
writing. It's as if my work with this book defines my mood, and that's good,
because this book is an essential part of my personal history. At the end of
this trip, as I say goodbye to this lovely continent, I will either have a book or I
won't. If I don't, well, it doesn't matter what other good came of this trip, but I'll
be crushed. If I somehow lose this machine, I don't know what the fuck I'll do.
This outcome is possible, and I wish I had a way to print out what I've got so
far, but I don't think I do. I can only pray to protect myself and to protect this
computer.
There will be a point at which I would rather die than lose the contents of this
book. That is to say, there will be a point at which this project will come alive
in a way that I never will be able to.
My entire life has led up to this moment of communicating with you. I can't
summarize the story of my life to you, but I can give you this sense that I
HAVE LIVED. I can thereby communicate my soul to you, and this entire
book in a way is a test to determine YOUR worthiness for this communication
- not to mention a plea for your further participation in our communication.
As America and its economy grows stronger, I'm unable to continue attacking
it. Maybe you bought this book expecting some kind of treatise, some kind of
position statement, some choice Chomsky-esque critiques of America at the
twilight of the millenium. I mean, I might feel like bustin' some political later
on, but for me, the crisis of America is a crisis of SOUL. I feel that too many
people with interesting sensibilities have remained quiet and are content to
be bit players on a cultural scene that is dominated by fucking idiots.
Bad culture travels far faster than good culture. Come to Europe and see
what American stuff is popular right now. There ISN'T anything good out of
America - basically Howard Stern is the only person with any soul that's
getting any kind of attention out here, other than that it's all bullshit.
To "sell out" doesn't have much at all to do with how much a person is getting
paid - it has to do with letting one's output suck in order to gain market share.
In other words, the Replacements sold out in ways Green Day hasn't (and
hopefully never will).
The Replacements are a tragic phenomenon, because by the time the rock
press REALLY got around to hyping them, their records fucking SUCKED.
Their early records were life-changing, but I suppose they "grew artistically"
or something because by the time, for instance, *I* heard of them, they were
putting out dreck like Pleased To Meet Me and really, man, I almost always
give a band ONE CHANCE and them I'm OUTTA there. Luckily, my sister
and I were looking for a record one day and she liked the cover of their first
record, Sorry Ma, Forgot To Take Out The Trash, and it kicked our little hindu
heinies. Lucky them, and lucky us. The moral of the story - DON'T MAKE
LAME RECORDS IF YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE GOOD ONES!!!
I am very glad to be alone right now, writing this to you. There is a time to
create experiences, and then there is a time tecord them.
If you don't have a life, how can you create art? Real art is about the
DYNAMISM with which crisis must be attacked in order to survive it, and as
I've noted earlier travel is one crisis after another.
I can't wait to get to Amsterdam and do some fucking DRUGS. We'll see how
resilient this format is to THAT set of energies, heh heh heh!
When you read a great book, you completely forget about time, you let your
body guide your needs to eat, drink, and piss, you are completely in a
hypnotic trance, and you learn things into the deepest parts of your mind. I
spent aout three hours reading Calvin and Hobbes strips yesterday and
today, and I can barely remember a single one, but it is like some
INTENSELY IMPORTANT INFORMATION was downloaded into my mind, to
be recalled later at random moments in my history. Now THAT's what I call
prayer!!!
As I become comfortable with the writing process on this computer, I start to
forget the computer itself. It becomes one with me. My eyes are closed, my
head is tilted backward at the ceiling, and all I can see is the inside of my
eyelids. I am at one with God, and at one with my tool at my fingertips. It's
intense, it's a feeling I wish would never go away. It's like I don't neeed for
anything in this world, like I am floating and my problems have ebbed awaay
into the space below me.
Creativity is the ULTIMATE prozac. As are other creative people. "God" bless
me with thousands of encounters with people like you in the remainder of my
years. "God" bless me with the ability to give people like you TOOLS and
IDEAS with which to operate.
The Minutemen were my favorite band for many many years. They had these
songs which managed to send several different ideas down the pipeline to
you within the span of a two-minute song. I often remarked that you could
take a single Minutemen line and expand it into a three-page essay. Their
song titles themselves composed an eerie poetry - "Sell Or Be Sold", "My
Heart And The Real World", "God Bows To Math". I love the minutemen, may
they live forever, may you go out and buy their records ("Double Nickels on
the Dime" and all three of the re-released cd's). Learn from the minutemen,
they were the original hypertext.
Each idea in this book is actually something you can doubleclick into and
visualize another fucking book entirely.
The best thing punk rock ever did was to encourage this equality between the
band and the audience.
You don't have to sit in a closet and memorize Jimi Hendrix for three years
before you can call yourself a guitarist. You just need to fucking ROCK.
Do things, make things, without a budget if you need to. Make it possible that
your existence will be IMPORTANT to others outside of your immediate circle
of friends. Make something that's worthy of showing your kids, if nothing else.
This is the ultimate way to really love yourself.
I have two selves that are not at odds, but certainly don't particularly work
together super well. I hate to use such cliché terms for them, but I am used to
calling them my High Self and my Low Self.
My Low Self is who I am in everyday life. It's generally unhappy and is full of
doubt and pain. It is super "self-aware", in the sense that it's constantly telling
me how fucking lame-ass I am, how unfit for human consmption I am, how
boring my ideas are etc. It knows the exact parameters of my inadequacy, it
knows my personality problems to ten decimal places. This self basically
represents me Without Ideas, without any reason to be "on".
The way my life is working, I simply have a switch in back of my mind that
lets me turn on or off. But my High Self is a funny self - it steals into my head
at unpredictable moments.
In a way, I can't reach my own switch - it always helps to have someone cool
that I really want to relate to flip it for me.
I create projects like this one so as to give me an excuse for flipping the
switch on myself. Like for instance, now, I'm deeply into my High Self, and
there's nobody I know for miles around. But there's YOU, see.
I *only* can get into this High Self mode when the Potential for
communicating or learning is present. I surround myself with objects that can
instigate the Learning process, such as books and records and other things
created by the creative, and I live for the moments when I'm hanging out with
others that can really jack into my energy and help us take off together.
Since I can't ALWAYS be around others, and since my potential for love has
proven pretty skimpy, I have been forced to create a medium for
communication with others that doesn't require the presence of actual
OTHERS to be around. This book is that medium.
Therefore, it makes sense that "God" also has TWO SELVES as well.
These two selves of "God" are the world of Facts and the world of Ideas.
There are two worlds, overlaid on top of one another. It's as if you can see
the IDEA behind every object in a room. Each object has some level of depth
that is worth a chapter in a book, if ou were that anal about it.
I could take this fork, and describe its function, its composition, its history, the
way it reflects the evolution of forks over the last several thousand ideas, the
dishes it has fed, the stories of the meals that it had helped impart to people,
on and on and on.
Man shapes his environment like no other beast. Every last little thing was
MANUFACTURED somewhere, that's MANufactured. The Pyramids took
GENERATIONS to build, and it's amazing to go to Europe and see
cathedrals that loom over towns as testaments to the existence of SO MANY
PEOPLE.
With the right technology, one man can build a fucking pyramid. It is up to
you to discover the technology you will need to deploy your vision.
When you have a vision, you will learn ANYTHING YOU NEED in order to
make it real. If you see a computer program in your head, you will FIGURE
OUT how to program (or at least how to hire a programmer).
If you have a strong enough vision, money and time is no object. Over time,
resource issues fade in the face of the TRUTH that is rolled up into a
potential product.
One of the beautiful things about America is the fact that it's so young. It feels
like Europeans are surrounded by monuments; how can you compete with a
cathedral when it comes to luring visitors to your town? Hmm, what I mean to
say is that America has this intense need to be IMPROVED UPON, and that
it is far easier to imagine actually MAKING A DIFFERENCE in history in the
United States than in Europe.
There are tons of facts about you that you'd really rather not be judged by.
Look at yourself. Your ethnicity. Your gender. Your weight, your height, your
occupation. When someone comes up to you at a party and starts
commenting on one of these aspects of you, doesn't that suck?
We are only truly responsive to the judgement of our IDEAS. If someone
gives you an honest sizing up, and engages you in a heated discussion
about something that you'd actually like to discuss, your facts pretty much
MELT AWAY except in the context of the discussion at hand. (In other words,
if you're discussing the issue of race relations, your experience as a Mexican
American certainly is relevant.)
These facts are inextricable parts of our selves, but they're only significant as
FLAVORING on top of the fact that you've GOT ideas. In other words, this
book would be different if I were Black or White, but it would still FUCKING
ROCK, and THAT is the only fact that REALLY matters in the mind of God.
Ideas steal into your mind like a thief in the night. (I think I recall reading this
in a Dick book once).
"God" is a simple concept. It's a shorter word for the Universe Itself. It is the
means by which the Universe communicates its collective Will to us. It's got
no power over us, and of course, it's so compelling because it FEELS SO
GOOD.
Don't trust a religion that doesn't FEEL GOOD. Our ability and desire to feel
good is ALSO a component of God's Creation, and it's there for a reason.
The best feelings in the world occur when Ideas are involved, and when
Potential melts down into the world of the Actual.
"God" WANTS YOU TO GET LAID, AND GET LAID ***RIGHT***. It's that
second clause that is possibly why you aren't getting laid right NOW -
because you've got something to learn first. Or, as the Smiths sang once,
"You just haven't earned it yet, baby."
I have more cool in my fucking thumbnail than many people will ever see in
their lives. And so do you.
You and I are a CONSPIRACY, man, to replace the dullness that envelops
American Corporate Culture with a day-glo motherfucking JUGGERNAUT
that will launch us into fucking orbit, and land us atop Mount Fucking Everest.
You don't have to believe in "God" to make use of the Truth. I find the word
entertaining to use, because it makes almost anything that I say instantly
blasphemous to those who would pretend to have access to divinity.
The Truth is not to be found in one book. The Truth is to be found in ALL
books. The Truth is found in the fact that Books themselves Exist.
Pursuit of the Truth is like a video game. You run into objects and people and
collect as many coins as you can before you die. Every time you run into
another person, BOTH of you collect more coins. As you live, you too gain
the capacity to manufacture your OWN coins, thereby making yourself a
more attractive target for other players to hit. After you've collected enough
coins (also known as "ideas" or "stories" or "experiences") FUCK YOU. There
is NEVER a point when you've collected "enough" coins.
There is ALWAYS room for more Truth, more Experience in your life. I was
totally thrilled to hear about George Bush, a stupid fucking president if there
ever was one, skydiving at age 64 or whatever. The guy's a Gemini, you
should never count him out (same goes for Newt Gingrich - watch yer backs,
because you can NEVER summarize a Gemini).
Neil Young is so rad. The next apartment over is blasting "Heart of Gold", and
I find it quite beautiful and moving. Its chorus of "Keep me searching for a
heart of gold/And I'm gettin' old" is such a beautiful document of the process
of any traveller, any true searcher for the Truth.
The story of Jesus is quite an interesting one, because the guy wasn't sure of
himself until his time in the desert against temptation. Dude, you KNOW the
guy was in the realm of spiritual bliss or something because this searching
process is one intense trip.
That's the most important goal of this book, to make that community happen.
Without such a community, this book is a blip on the radar, but with it...
I have NO IDEA what I want from this book. I do want it to survive, but I know
that I will not be able to control that once it's published. For all I know it'll get
co-opted just like Christ's words, but I think I'm doing a better job of WRITING
THE DAMN THING MYSELF unlike jesus did.
You can never predict the impact of your actions. The stupidest things can
have the most interesting and valuable influences on people.
I know that I don't mean anything to you. This is why I write this book,
however, because as I write this I know that you have some qualities that I
need to have in my life. Without seeing how "God" reflects through other
people, I grow sad, depressed, alienated and alone.
"God" is like the Light, it's as opposed to the Darkness of Nothingness. The
Light is neither Good nor Evil, but when you're possessed by an idea, it's as if
everything is clear. There are no questions when you're in the possession of
the Divine, when YOU ARE THE FUTURE.
Most people are opaque. That is, the light may shine UPON them, but they
do nothing but BLOCK the light, and reflect only themselves. But you and I,
we reflect the light in a million angles, and thereby reflect onto others.
I invent a new self for every person I meet. This is why I love to meet new
and diverse people - it forces me to invent yet MORE selves inside myself, in
order to accommodate the needs of these new people. It helps me discover
hidden potentials within myself, basically, in addition to learning about how
the Light is reflected through them.
There is more inside my mind than I will ever know, but through meeting with
you, let me tap this hidden potential within me.
Perhaps "God" resides in the hidden brain capacity that we're always being
told about by science. "God" works with this capacity, and what we
experience as ideas are actually just synapses being made to function
between the mind we're used to and the mind that we are promised.
You were promised relief from the world of pain and pettiness, liberation from
the material world, sublimation into something beautiful and eternal. This was
promised to you upon your birth, and I am here to remind you of this promise.
I cannot make this promise real, but YOU CAN.
If I were the head of an organized religion, I would make it tenet number one
to write a 'zine about yourself and your own life and give it to the next
member of the church to read, to pass them around and get good at
communicating in this way.
The idea of 'zines - that is, self-publishing - is one of the ideas that is inspiring
this book. It is somehow fitting that the two major elements in the spread of
this medium are science fiction and punk rock, two sources of inspiration for
this document.
If it weren't for the knowledge that what I write today WILL someday see the
light of day, if only in an edition of fifty for my friends, it could safely be said
that this text would never be written.
If your day-to-day life is not in keeping with your Potential (remember the
equation between Soul and Potential), you have a DIVINE MANDATE to fix
this situation. To me, to act against your own potential is a SIN.
The only sin I acknowledge is to WASTE YOUR OWN TIME. In other words,
if this book is not reaching you, if my words are doing nothing for you, PUT
THIS BOOK DOWN NOW. Go outside, it's probably a great day, ask that guy
or girl out, pop a tape in the VCR, whatever.
If you're used to getting things easily, eventually you will be unable to get
them the hard way if necessary.
It's important to keep your spiritual muscles in tone. You should not lose
potentials that you once had because of disuse. Some atrophy is inevitable,
because as you age you focus on your true destiny in life, but it is important
to stay flexible enough to take on any opportunity that interests you.
"God" gives you a certain amount of opportunities up front. If you say, "eh, i'm
not interested" too many times, well, He sort of decides that this is the kind of
person who doesn't LIKE opportunities, and lo and behold they start to shrivel
up.
I have lost my mind totally. I will have a very difficult time getting a job this
time around, and I am unfit for graduate studies and I'm totally messed up in
the head and I'm super super worried about my financial situation. I think I'm
too fucking creative for my own good.
The sad and wicked nature of this world is that it tries to force us to HATE
WHAT WE SHOULD LOVE about ourselves. In other words, I should
CHERISH my creative energy - instead, I hold it to BLAME for my inability to
get a foothold in this world of materialism and fakery.
Crying is a lot like orgasm. I feel like it's the same set of brain cells that gets
used.
I think this format for a book is ideally suited for a generation that grew up
without a fucking attention span. I have no attention span whatsoever, as
you've probably noticed, and I doubt for some reason that you're
uncomfortable with this format.
I am totally shocked to report that V.I. Lenin, the hero of the former Soviet
Union, wrote so much stuff that it has resulted in a FORTY VOLUME
HARDBOUND LEATHER SET that sits in my host's living room. Fucking
something like 250 pages x 40 volumes = 10000 pages of text. This is
completely fucking shocking, because I know basically ZERO of what he's
written, and I'm sure the fucker had soul because, shit, you KNOW he had
the ladies if you know what I mean!
The so-called "revolution of the proletariat" was really the "revolution of the
INTELLIGENTSIA", but of course you know all that.
I'm full of doubt as to the potential for political revolution in the USA. Not only
to the extent that it'll happen, but that it'll somehow help. I think the problems
in this country extend MUCH FURTHER than the reach of government, even
though the government is complicit in the decay.
I advocate secession from america, but on an individual basis. I mean, just
don't buy anything made from wage-slave labor!
If you spend your money at Taco Bell, you're simply creating more Taco Bell
style jobs. And that is FUCKED, because there is quite likely a better
tacqueria in your town (especially if you live in California).
Spend your money where it'll create cool jobs. In general, this means spend
your money in places where hierarchy does not exist, or is genially accepted
(that is to say, at small businesses and self-proprietorships).
If you spend your money on companies with asshole bosses, you BECOME
an asshole boss. I mean, there hardly are any DIY punk automobile
companies, but that's why da punx usually buy used.
DIY people can sometimes (often?) rip you off WAY HARDER than authentic
corporate bad guys. Caveat emptor.
"That's one of the remarkable things about life. It's never so bad that it can't
get worse." - Calvin & Hobbes
This, to me, is an ideal lifestyle - a world of joy and camaraderie with a sense
that the conversations that are afoot have the potential to change the world.
Changing the world is easy. (Repeat to yourself until you believe it in your
guts.)
Whatever you do, do it in the service of rescuing our species and our planet
from the grips of the bad guys who control it. I am going to take for granted
that we both know who the "bad guys" are.
All power to the Five Percent Nation! They've got this fantastic theory,
something like 10% of people are evildoers out to destroy and control, 5%
are divine and enlightened and need to join forces to fix things up, and 85%
are simply clay to be molded by whoever has the initiative. I think they're
some offshoot of the Black Power movement, and you should find out more
about them.
The wordes and actions of the Black Power movement have influenced me
deeply. I just would love to substitute the word "Black" for the word "Idea".
The fact that we are People of Ideas transcends all of our other
characteristics - race, gender, orientation, music taste, whatever. As long as
you lead with ideas, you can be accepted into any non-prejudicial gathering.
With an idea in your heart, you are the Ideal Human.
No genius is greater than any other genius. For all that Mahatma Gandhi has
accomplished, you and I are his equal - in fact, we ARE him. Mahatma
Gandhi = Matt Groening = Hüsker Dü = Joseph Heller = YOU = ME.
Our positioning in life, our interests, our historical moment define what we
end up doing with our lives, but you can rest assure that ideas will literally
BLEED from the edges of what we do.
I love the medium of stickers because the context in which you place the
sticker immediately becomes part of the art itself. It is to me the purest form
of art-as-virus, and that's why I got involved in the game.
We begin life full of potential but having accomplished nothing. We end life
without potential but having accomplished all that we could. If you die before
that potential is executed completely (and we all do!), WHERE DOES THAT
POTENTIAL GO? The physics law of CONSERVATION OF ENERGY surely
apply to our spiritual lives - and POTENTIAL energy is energy nonetheless!
This is the STRONGEST argument for reincarnation, in my opinion.
Even if you're not the one to EXECUTE the idea, you can take joy in having
CREATED it. I am giving all of my ideas away, constantly, because I will not
have TIME to make them real. So if you're a game programmer, I've come up
with "Sesame Street Fighter", where the characters in Sesame Street fight
each other with special moves, just like the video game Street Fighter. If you
execute it, I'd love to see a footnote referring to me in your credits page, but I
don't expect it.
Ideas are free. In a way, despite all my gushing about them, they're utterly
WORTHLESS. And this is why, even though capitalism harnesses ideas,
ideas do NOT need capitalism in order to continue to flow in their natural
state.
Capitalism fixes on certain ideas (such as mass production) and then just
SITS THERE, contentedly. While once it might have been a great format
through which to execute ideas into reality, now it acts as a stumbling block
to real artistic achievement.
DESTROY CAPITALISM from your life. Find out the ways that money is
acting, not as a tool, but as a BARRIER between you and your desires.
Abolish - not money - but OBSESSION WITH MONEY. Money is JUST A
TOOL. It is NOT a way of life, any more than nuclear energy is. If you spend
your life obsessing on your tools, you end up misusing them. Obsess on LIFE
instead, and the right tools for your purpose will automatically find you.
You might be DEFEATED if you're looking at the ground too much. Look at
the fucking SKY more often. It wants you to join it. You can fucking FLY.
Looking to the sky improves your posture. It reminds you of the air that you're
breathing RIGHT NOW, and it is more important to breathe than it is to
function in a framework.
The problem with advertising and capitalism and other "mediums" (as defined
above) that involve money as the major motivation is that FUCKING IDIOT
BORING SHITS can win at this game too, by dint of their cutthroat tactics,
inane ability to reach other boring shits, white-maleness etc. And the success
of boring people within these mediums makes the world a shittier place.
Because they could give a FUCK about ideas, they're into large mass
productions, huge advertising blitzes saying nothing at all, psychic
manipulation of children, etc. etc. etc.
There was a REASON advertising was invented, and ads that go BACK to
that reason are still okay by me - introducing a new product, saying
something funny, whatever. But it's all shite at this point anyway. Unless it's
inflatable, then it's still sort of cool.
If there's one thing that travelling has taught me, it is that the only correct
response to crisis situations is to believe thag somehow "God" will take care
of you.
You don't really have faith unless you constantly put it to the test.
If your faith doesn't waver, maybe there's some Galahad prize waiting for you
somewhere, but really, I don't wanna hear it.
Faith is made to be lost and then regained. It's the regaining of faith that
leads to people FORTIFYING their faith. If you've never really had adversity
and pulled through it, how can you be sure that your faith has been, well,
OPERATIONAL? ª I propose that these "spiritual" bits of us that I keep talking
about - things like "soul" and "faith" and "potential" and "destiny and whatnot -
are actually a lot like organs in your body, or parts in a car. If your carburetor
isn't functioning right, well,... you know, I'm not even SURE what happens if
your carburetor isn't functioning correctly. Heh. But I do know that if you don't
have faith in things, well, how are you going to actually TEST yourself?
Man, parents can be quite a drag. I hate parents yelling at their kids, and if I
ever see a parent HITTING a kid, I'm sorry, I've just GOT to intervene.
I am the kid of person who will travel at great time and money expense to a
place called "hel" just so I can pick up the PERFECT fucking postcards.
The nearest town to Hel, that is MAJOR town, is named "Gdansk", which in
german translates out to DANZIG. OOOh, scary, ey?
I guess my thought about Hel being symbolic for that more universally-known
plane called HELL is a bit off the mark. I mean, other than the cop car with
the license plate containing the cipher 666, well, it seemed like a dinky little
nowhere town where everyone was trying to sell the tourists fish or soething.
Frankly, I cleave to Jurati (down the coast about 20km) much more.
I have built a LOT of chaos into this litle visit of Gdansk. It will be a miracle if I
get on that train to Berlin... but, of course, I ***need*** to make that train. It's
as if I believe that my NEED alone will justify any failures I make... and in a
way, that's about right.
If you REALLY NEED something, like, to survive, well, uh, either it will come
to you or it won't. If it doesn't, well, maybe next life you'll try and figure out a
way not to need that which didn't make it to you. Uh, I must be pretty tired
because this really isn't very impressive as far as truth goes. Damn it, some
little kid is throwing rocks at me and I am firing my eye of shiva at him.
Right now the guy with the handlebar mustache is tickling the hell out of his
overweight little son. The kid is laughing hysterically. It's really cute, and it's
sad that I can't see the potential in these people, too.
The key is to CARE INFINITELY about those you're going to care about. I
mean, why bother caring if you're not going to go ALL THE WAY?
Maybe Jesus had the special ability to convert someone from boring to
interesting for them. I am not Jesus.
Diane Arbus is a photographer that you should check out if you're interested
in a topography of the territory that is the American Irrelevant. It's a scary,
scary side of humanity that she has chosen to document with her work, and
maybe that's why she's my absolute favorite photographer ever.
I think it's neat that, while just any idiot can become president, it takes
someone really special to wind up truly being REMEMBERED, memorialized,
placed on the one-dollar-bill. It's like, there are Kingss, and then there are
King-Saints - ones who used their rule to accomplish something beautiful,
lasting, and important, as opposed to just screwing a bunch of women and
drinking a lot and generally acting like an asshole to the people.
It is true, sadly, that I see right THROUGH these people. And I must admit
that I dress and act in a way that FORCES them to ignore me or embrace
me, one or the other.
I've stopped wearing band t-shirts as a way to meet people because I've
found that you end up with TOO MANY fucking conversations these days.
For all that I love interesting people and all that, sometimes I just want to be
alone. SO I apologize if I'm short with you or something at times. And I
understand that just because you don't feel like talking to me, well, that
doesn't mean you're an asshole or uninteresting or whatever. I might
grumble, but there is always another chance.
Some people, however, are just wastes of time. I hate having my time
wasted.
Just because someone can lead a revolution, doesn't mean he's necessarily
fit to rule. We all need to find our places in this life, and we shouldn't
overextend ourselves because of our egos. It is important to know where
you're incompetent, and yield to those who have the expertise you're lacking.
I need a team. GOd, more than anything else in the world, give me a TEAM.
Give me a TEAM for unamerican, for this book, for finding meaning in life.
Give me real people with who I can fuck REAL shit up. That's what I pray for
pray for pray for right now as I return to San Francisco.
You realize, of course, that every time I open this computer, I am praying. I
want to thank Apple, once again, for creating a tool so conducive to my
particular form of worship. (I actually typed "workship" there. That, I find very
cute.)
All I want is for there to be ONE indian name - one PUNK name - in the
history of modern philosophy. I don't think that's tooo much to ask.
Bab Ram Dass is this guy who just started calling himself that and acting all
holy in the sixties. He made a career out of it. I think that's pretty fucking rad.
I would do anything to stay in Gdansk longer, but that's unfortunately not true.
Now that I have a perfect view of this city, it wouldbe wrong for me to sully it
by staying longer tahan "God" apparently intends me to. Which is the total of
one and a half hours.
They just struck up a nice traditional polsh song, and everyone knows it and
is singing along and doing funny dances. Gdansk is paradise. It's cool to
escape from Hel in order to experience... THIS.
Oh, yeah, and teenage girls rock my world. Good night for now.
Funny how the entrance of a girl in your scopes can totally wake you up.
It's interesting to see just HOW MUCH of the potential that we experience in
life is centered around relationships with other people - "love" relationships,
that is.
The power of other interesting people is that when you're even close to them,
you can sense their field.
Around other people I imperceptibly change. Around the RIGHT people, I feel
just SLIGHTLY more empowered, aware, and impressive.
The thing about religion is that it needs to continually FEEL GOOD in order
for you to truly believe in it.
I define what is holy for me, and you define what is holy for you. So I like the
Descendents, Unwound, and the Mission of Burma. Maybe these are just
arcane names you've never heard before, but you've got other material that
brings YOU out of your lower self and into the Cosmic You. Whatever that is,
be it substance, art, or person, IT IS HOLY.
Despite my seeming adversity to the religions that have plagued... err, cast
light upon the earth until now, I am not a foe of any religion that exists today
outside of my judgement of their practices.
I acknowledge that there are many christians, for instance, who remain
christian because of their desire to see truly that which Jesus had promised.
Unfortunately, it is impossible to see clearly out of an institution - you must
use your own eyes.
Sometimes I think the ideal human being is all eyes, mouth, hands, heart,
and mind.
I hate the feeling of BLOWIN' IT with a girl more than anything else.
Ultimately, the only answers to the problems of how to find love rest in zen
and phil collins, phil fucken collins, a smooth operator if there ever was one o
yes!
The key to understanding girls is to not pin your hopes on one event, but to
focus on a larger PROCESS that will sort of EVENTUALLY whisk her into
your arms.
Actually, I can't think of anything to say to this girl right now. "Wanna fuck?"
isn't usually the best opening line.
When we are born, our potential is crazy high, as high as it's ever going to be
in life. When you hold a baby, you can feel the magic, the glow of its
potential, and the vulnerability of that potential as well.
When we die, we've run out of potential. Once physical death hits us, there
we are, in a grave or an urn or a tomb, and there we will stay.
Our birth is like the placement of a rock on the top of a hill. We begin with all
the potential we will ever have, and as we begin rolling down the hill, we gain
speed. Perhaps we speed the descent of other rocks as we go down it. The
goal is to live fast enough to reach escape velocity - that is, to transcend the
mountain entirely. The obstacle, of course, is FRICTION - the friction that
society and culture place against us,
John Lennon, in death, is much more significant than Whitesnake was in life.
Did you know Milli Vanilli had SIX NUMBER ONE HITS on their album? Can
you name TWO of them? And how will they REALLY be remembered - as
pop stars, or as pop stars who lip-synched their way to number one?
This book is hopefully encoding information into you. The way art works, see,
is it has a trace of inspiration to it - the good stuff, anyway - and this is ALIVE.
This inspiration is GODLIKE in its capacity to POSSESS you and inspire you
to FURHER your OWN damn art, whatever that might be.
Art is like the containers that we humans can put "God" in. We trap a little bit
o divinity, but obviously, there's an infinite amount so this doesn't really
present a problem.
Anything that I *really* want you to see, I will do my best to make sure it's
worth your time.
"Perhaps in every writer's life there needs to be that moment when some
other writer is attacked as unworthy of the job." - from The World According
to Garp. Incompetence, when held up to society's praise, looks fucking
ridiculous. It exposes the stupidity of society, and - more importantly - it
makes you go "I could've written that!" And even MORE importantly, well, you
go ahead and DO IT BETTER. 0
Bodies. If your body is fucked up, it interferes with your potential. Remember
what potential is? It is your SOUL!!! And, wlel, interfere with your soul and
you are SINNING.
My friend hans - more than a friend, actually, more like a LIFE INFLUENCE -
well, he tells me that your body is like the glass that holds the beer. (we're at
a bar right now. if you're ever in berlin, go to the Madonnna bar on Weiner
Strasse, find Karsten, and say that srini says hi - anyway, we're drinking and
he says that your body is like the glass that holds the beer and if anything
happens to the glass, well, no more beer for you. Great anaogy.
The thing is that so many of the great moments in life are about
FORGETTING YOUR BODY. Evne great, religious SEX ITSELF - the most
BODYLIKE OF ACTIVITIES - MAKES YOU FORGET YOUR BODY
IETNIRELY AS YOU INFLUSS WITH THE UNIVERSAL SOUL. Well, the
problem is that life is about moments, but is not LIMITED to moments. You've
gotta not fuck up your potential with your problems, you've got to see where
your problems are CDONSTRICTING your potential and FIX THOSE "God"
DAMNED PROBLEMS. Thsoe problems, you see, are SATAN.
Remind other people that A FUTURE EXISTS AT ALL.
This is my dream. I'm with "God" and I'm at the beach. And everything that I
see is good, and everything that I'm experiencing is new and pure and
beautiful and I'm in heaven.
Such a funny dream, compared with that of most people. Then again, that's
probably why I"m alone right now. It's fun to watch everything from this
sitzplatz I've found, but it's a bit distracting and I think that I'm being watched
in a way that other people aren't.
I am not here for the same reason that other people are here. I am here
because I've got a message for you, a message for all humankind. That
message is that "God" is Now Alive, and Wants Your Body.
It's like a wonderful feeling of relief to be here after such a long desert of
turmoil. You've followed me for a long long time, and in a way this is the
climax of this entire trip.
This is not a plot. This plot is my life. This is not the "truth" or whatever
interesting and cute line I've been using to try and get girls to kiss me. This is
real.
In a way this page is shit, and in a way this page is eerythign I've been trying
to say for so fucking long.
Man, I must look weird to these netherlands people. I haven't really come up
with what to call them. And I LOOK weird that means that I actually AM WAY
WEIRDER> What I look like is just the tip of themotherfucking iceberg. I am
SO COSMICALLY WEIRD that well, I've just got to apologize to you,
because I can't really let you go that deep into me.
I remember some story, some kind ofvague story or puzzle or something that
I read when I was a litle kid. ANyway, this idea was that you could end
yourself, a mesage to yourself, way back in time. Sort of like in "Bill and Ted's
Excellent Adventure".
Anyway, that wasn't what I remembered, but it'll suffice, anyway, I wish I
could tell the Srini that was alone in the basement at age ten or eleven, well, I
wish I could tell him that I love him. I love that person and I will always be that
person. wow.
We are all the same person that we were twenty years ago. Twenty years
ago, perhaps, before society really knew what to do with us, we were alone in
the basement and feeling scared and sad. Well,
I guess what I'm saying is that there are moments in all of our lives that a little
real love could've made a difference. And my God, I love my mother, but in a
way she never quite loved me in the right way. She didn't really interact with
me, she didn't take me to the beach, she just spent all her time in the kitchen.
And it was in this time, it was really in this time while she was in the kitchen
that Sriini got truly fucked up.
If my parents ever see this book, it will make them very, very, very sad.
They will wonder what kind of son is this that they have created? I have given
them so many questions, only questions, when is our son going to grow up,
when is he going to get a job that matters, when is he going to become a
man, when is he going to find a girl that will really love him. And to these
questions I have only been able to shrug my shoulders and tell them it is
going to be there, someday.
As you can tell, I am a fighter. I am a freedom fighter against ... well... the
worst thing about the late nineties is that the enemy HAS no name.. It is the
spirit of darkness, of oblivion. of not being remembered
A Srini that was sure of himself would have graduated from Stanford, joined a
normal company, found a great wife and turned into someone that would
have been a pillar of his commmunity.
There is magic in finding a market to exploit. It's a lot of fun, and it's
potentially quite lucrative. In fact, the act of FINDING a NEW market, or
creating one from nothing, is one of the most important tasks that interesting
people can embark upon.
In other words, before beginning this book, I had to think, well, who's actually
going to pay MONEY for this thing? I might be WRONG, but if you're reading
this, you're included in that demographic. I think there's a market for sort of
spiritual self-help for people of ideas, and so, well, here I am, writing.
If you think an ability is POSSIBLE, and nobody else can do it, well, this just
might beyour opportunity to DO WHAT OTHERS CAN'T.
The poroblem with having a special ability (such as, for instance, being able
to type without looking) is you end up having the same goddamn
conversation over and over again, about "so how hard is it to type with out
looking"> This is a situation sort of to be avoided, unless the party who's
asking the question is cute.
It's tough to be creative when people are pointing at you and making funny
faces.
Humans don't do ANYTHING unless they're told that they need it to survive
or that they wiill somehow prosper from it.
The second you tell someone that they're beautiful, you've sort of lost them -
especially if the compliment is not returned.
I'm going to san francisco again in a week or two, and I don't quite know how
I should handle this. I need to think - what is going to change? In what ways
have I changed? I think becuse of the writing of this book, I have changed
significantly because I'm more willing and able to engage people on a
territory with which I'm familiar - that is to say, deep conversations. I need to
go to parties and engage people thusly.
I'd love to have this computer at my side and watch emo bands play, and
write poetry and song fragments down while they're playing. Ohm,an,
imagine if I could be the light show for the vSS or something, that while
they're playing I write stuff that comes on a screen in real time above their
heads. That'd be pretty fucking cool.
I play this thing like an instrument, don't I.
I like the concept of puzzles. This, to me, is the ultimate in interaction. The
prize itself is irrelevant, it's the figuring out of the puzzle that rucking rocks.
What bullshit I am spewing right now. I think I want to read what I wrote while
I was on mushroooms again.
If the words that I write right now aren't mving you, well, it was nice to know
you.
The secret is that all people of any soul are actually the SAME PERSON and
recognize each other despite our other outward traits or faults.
ut in a way, it is. It is what I make It is what I am born to do, and you'll buy it
because you've got nothing better to do with your life. And I don't have to
have a job or worrry about anything at all, because i am alive.
I've just decided to do something different with my life, that's all. And I want to
document my encounters with "God" in a way that unfortunately my brother
Christ never really could himself.
Some ideas are like unpopped kernels of corn that I can pop at any time. I
feel like I don't *HAVE* to go into something for much longer, because I could
write a BOOK on the damn subject if I had the time, and I don't and you don't
either. So they're best left unpopped, the better to encourage YOU to pop
'em.
NOBODY can convince you that your favorite band is full of shit. You can't
pave over a good connection with a shitty feeling. Then again, well, I've never
found out that a girl I loved was cheating on me, but still, you get my drift.
If someone loves the Grateful Dead or Phish or something, well, the most I
can say is that "I'm not the hugest fan", that is if I care about their opinion at
all. Then, maybe, I can pop some Lungfish or the Mission of Burma into the
tape deck and hope for the magic words - "Wow, what is this music you're
playing? It's GREAT!!!"
There's this concept that if it's art, it isn't going to make money. Or it
SHOULDN'T. This is sort of bullshit. I'm talking to these great people who are
making a presentation to some cultural board to get some cash, and as it
turns out, they've got to present their idea in such a way as that, I don't know,
like it's throwing the government money down a hole. This sucks.
It's REALLY FUCKING HARD to promote your OWN idea. That's why there
are agents and industries and stuff like that. But remember, you make more
money on an independent label selling 10,000 records than you do on a
major label selling 200,000 records.
Choosing the right name for your projuect is maybe the most important part
of it. If you don't have a name that encourages someone to give your project
a FIRST chance, how can you ask for a SECOND chance?
When your life changes, it's obvious. It isn't unsure, it's something really
fantastic and/or cataclysmic, and your old ways of thinking just melt the fuck
away.
I am writing this book mostly because ***I*** want a couple copies. I want
one for myself, and several to give to my friends, and several more to give to
girls I like. Heh heh heh.
Laughter follows all great religious moments, at least at some point. you're
totally hypnotized while it builds up, and then suddenly the LAUGHTER
BREAKS OVER YOU LIKE THE TIDE. Suddenly you're drowning in your
own laughter.
There's NO way to 'plan" this kind of hysterical moment, not really, because
even a joke or schtick or whatever only works for the person who is
HEARING the joke.
There is nothing like the feeling of having interested someone who's worth
interesting. It is intoxicating and beautiful and it is like poetry to me.
You come away from a great converstion with the girl you like by sort of
going "YESSS!!! YESSSS!!!" to yourself, punching the air with gratitude, like
you've just scored a touchdown. Of course, girls are a LOT more complicated
than that, but still, SAVOR THE MOMENT ANYWAY. (After all, you might not
get her!)
Ach, I remember this place from last time I was here - it's like finally this
radical coffeeplace that I remember pretty fondly from last time I was here. It
pretty much rocks, but JESUS, 3 marks 50 for a fucking NORMAL cuppa joe!
The Germans just DON'T understand coffee the same way you and I do in
America, that is the TRUTH my friends!!!
Although, shit, mostly americans drink fucking Tasters' Choice and fucking
MAXWELL HOUSE. Typical, typical.
Quality coffee was once a shared secret, a secret that only the few and the
needy and the deserving were privy to. You came across quality coffee, it
saved your life, and you were a different person after that. Nowadays it's like,
oh, "starbucks" is in everytown fucking iowa, and they've got this marketing
juggernaut that at the same time is fucking genius and fucking disgusting.
Well, that's the way it goes with ideas.
"God" save us when the idiots discover LSD. They've already taken the
Cannabis plant and turned it into fucking coca cola. In fact, the marketing for
hemp-related items and accessories makes me fucking ILL, especially since
marijuana is the CLASSIC american drug - it turns you into a tv-watching,
overeating fucking nimrod who couldn't have a conversation to save his/her
life but who FEELS good all the fucking time.
I hate marijuana, you know. I mean, it's only good for having sex on, and
once in a while on social occasions, but I feel like the peer pressure with this
drug is fucking stupid and it melts you r brain. That's my opinion right now. It
might change.
If you're going to have a drug experience, choose a drug that will actually
fucking CHANGE THINGS AROUND for you. That is, unless all you're
looking for is to be comfortable.
I like how I'm getting really USED to typing really freaking fast. It's quite a
talent and I'm getting really into it. I love having talents that nobody in my
immediate peer group has, it makes me feel specialized.
I love how great peer groups have this innate diversity, as if everyone is
totally different but plays a different function that is essential when the group
comes together.
Peer groups, friends that is, can be ESSENTIAL in giving us that feeling of
relevance that we so sorely need in life.
Boring people still want to be relevant in some way. That's why so many of
them turn EVIL.
When someone has a gun pointed at you, they are the most INTERESTING
person in the fucking world.
They've ALWAYS had, for instance, tribal conflicts in Africa. The Rwanda and
Biafra massacres occured because they've never had them with AK-47's
before.
I don't want to see boring people die for EXACTLY the same reason I believe
in vegetarianism. (I'm not a vegetarian anymore, I guess. I was for five years
and I might turn into one again, but while I've been in Berlin it's been anything
goes.)
The way I'm living, I swear I've got a deathwish. I feel almost like I'm
wrapping up my affairs in anticipation of dying, and that's sort of fucking
SCARYING ME.
The cardinal rule of dating in your twenties is "all the good ones are taken". I
am obviously not a "good one".
It is a bummer, but I feel that if I represent anyone at all it's the UGLY. Being
cute has got to do weird things to a person, you know? I mean not that being
UGLY hasn't done weird things to me, but being cute must make for SUCH
an easy answer when it comes to so many of the basic questions in life.
There CERTAINLY is "cute discriminiation" in this world, and I'd love to have
a "people of ugliness" empowerment movement to get us some fuckin say in
this world.
The thing that makes me SO MAD about cliques within punk circles is the
way I feel like I've been rejected by the so-called "rejected". I mean, Punk
was ABOUT being unwanted by normal society, but what do you do when the
normal societarians, i guess i can call them that, when THEY show up? Punk
in the Bay Area has become FAR MORE MELROSE PLACE and become
less and less about music than about cuteness, whiteness, and usually
maleness.
You're going to say that it's all in my head. I say, in response, fuck you. I
mean, sure it's a construct that I labor under bu there's no doubt that in punk
as in any other subculture there are games of STATUS and HIERARCHY
and people who have set themselves up as tastemakers and FUCK THAT.
Punk has lost the sense of "think for yourself" that I used to love about it. The
average punk rocker these days is just that - AVERAGE. It's totally annoying
going to shows with the understanding that you're not going to meet anyone
with guts and originality, and that everyone's just there to have a good time
like they would at a fucking Blur show.
I don't give a fuck, however. PUnk rock is in my blood, and I will carry this
cross to the grave.
"I ain't no "God" damned son of a bitch. You bedda think about it, baby." - the
Misfits.
I'm in the mood for beer after all this fucking caffeine I've drank today. I told
yoou, the way I'm living, I don't give a fuck about ANYTHING anymore. It's
terrible, but I think the story of my life might well be complete by age 33. Oh
fucking well.
I love the idea of REINVENTING MYSELF, and I think I'm in the process of
doing so on this trip. I AM A NEW MAN, I am once again in touch with my
destiny and I ***KNOW*** WHAT I NEED TO ***STAY*** THAT WAY THIS
TIME!!!!
Basically I need YOU!!! Dammit, if I don't have an audience, I am quiet and
miserable and I DON'T WANT TO HAVE IDEAS IF THEY AREN'T
COMMUNICATED RIGHT!!!!
Ideas sitting around in your head are like poison in your body that you haven't
pissed out yet.
My potential has not been achieved yet. I'm a fucking lame-ass so far, and
that's why I'm out to write a book even though I don't have the slightest idea
how to do so.
I've seen what has come before, and I resolve to KICK ITS ASS.
The key to living is to figure out WHAT makes you enter your HIGH SELF
mode and STICK CLOSE BY IT. Unfortunately, that leads to addiction in
many cases, so do be careful, but remember:
I depend on ideas to achieve that GLINT IN THE EYE that makes me able to
hypnotize anyone or anything into being interested in me if I so choose.
Without ideas, I'm an overweight idiot who can't hold down a steady job.
Ideas are beings that are SUPERIOR to us, but without us, they have NO
voice and no chance of actually making their impact felt in history. Without
them, we are similarly helpless.
Don't be just another face in the crowd; find a crowd where YOU can STICK
OUT and start CREATING STORIES.
PARODY EVERYTHING.
COPYRIGHT BE DAMNED.
DON'T GET CAUGHT.
You are able to place HEXES on things that you would like to condemn. YOu
can create a negative buzz strong enough to bring any major multinational to
its KNEES.
Build enough profit into any project to ensure that it'll last. That is, if you
WANT it to last. There is an advantage to burning brightly and quickly.
"Every action is a positive action, even if it has a negative result." - from the
movie Slacker.
"It's not building a wall, but MAKING A BRICK." - from a set of "oblique
Strategy Cards" made by Brian Eno in the seventies.
Just like the games we play with war and death and all of that stuff, we play
games between men and women simply to have something to say. I think it's
shit. I mean, not that sometimes these games can't be fun, but please don't
mistake your army of suitors for an actual PLACE in this world.
I'm in the mood to make some MAGIC happen in my love life, and so let's
see what "God" can do for me today.
Let me tell you, the reason so many men get such a big thrill out of seeing
two women make love to each other is that we know that the women's
orgasm is why there's sex at all. I mean, sure, the female orgasm isn't
REQUIRED by nature in order to create children, but see, that's why it's
better - it's actually sort of an afterthought. Like all the nerves in the penis are
contained in the far smaller clitoris, and jesus, that must feel good.
I know women who will stay with the most shitty guys in the world because
the orgasms are great. I think this is bullshit, but what can I fucking do?
These women aren't stupid, but they choose their partners stupidly, and, well,
I wish them luck.
It's so easy for drunk people to go from friendly to threatening. I love alcohol,
but I am very afraid of its effects on people I don't trust.
You know, there's an INSTANT TRUST between people of ideas the first
time they run into each other. It's not the kind of trust that's like "hey, hold on
to my wallet for me wouldja?", but it's more like the kind of trust that's like "I
promise I will NOT waste your time!"
Germany is a scary country still. I am nervous about this train I'm on because
I'm pretty much going into deepest East BErlin all by myself, and nobody
knows where I am. Ooooh, scary.
People with baseball bats aimed at my head can fuck off. I don't give a SHIT
if i die, and especially once this book is published (even if it's just a couple
copies!) i am going to have a sort of spiritual life insurance.
This spiritual life insurance concept is SUPER IMPORTANT. Think about it.
You want a HOLE to be left by your absence, and the only way to leave one
is to DIG ONE. Get fucking started, RIGHT NOW SOLDIER!!!
Some ideas are immediate in their completion; some take forEVER to turn
into reality. Neither is better than the other. An idea is an idea is an idea.
The thing is, with an idea that is complete as long as it is mentioned - say, a
great new joke - well, it sort of dissipates in value.
The person who is engaged in a PROCESS of making a life out of one of his
ideas possesses a sort of SPIRITUAL RADIENCE about them. It turns them
into the attractive people they once wanted to be. Oh yes.
"If I die today, every drop of my blood will invigorate the nation." - Indira
Gandhi. She's no particular hero of mine, but this is a good line.
"It takes a nation of millions to hold us back." - Public Enemy, who are
definitely one of the heroes of interestingness in my book. I could do a line-
by-line analysis of their best songs and write an entire book about THAT.
It's so important to make whatever you do SO UNIQUE that it can't HELP but
be seen as weird for its time.
When I have to explain my philosophy with only a little bit of ENglish, I find
that I must break it down into more atomic chunks that are actually far more
universal than say, these words you're reading right now.
The truth, as I've said before, is simple. It should be easily condensible into a
short sheet which you can use to cheat on the test. (Yes, there will be a test.
Ha ha ha.)
Jesus was in many ways a political radical. He was fighting the Empire, you
know, and this fact alone should be respected, you know?
I really groove off of people of ideas. It really does take two to tango. Here I
am, walking down a pier, when BOOM!!! I run into this guy (Gregory) with this
t-shirt that says "GEMINI" across the front of it! I mean, SHIT, is that a sign
from "God" or WHAT?!?! i mean, here I am, the ULTIMATE gemini, so much
so that I am starting a COMPANY based around being a Gemini, and what
more of a sign do I need that I am on my way to TRULY UNDERSTANDING
HEL!!!?!
I guess the question is how to motivate our youth to somehow get OFF their
asses and GIVE a fuck about their country once again.
Apathy? it's been DONE. It is time we had a generation that tried GIVING A
FUCK for a change.
The question of how to get kids interested in their communitites and the lives
that they affect is something that Poland's experience can help us with.
Poland has kids who are now tasting true economic freedom in new ways.
While we all know the dangers that Capitalism has for a culture, it is exciting
to me to see the kids of Poland taking on the challenges of a new era. They
are beginning to see that by really CARING about their OWN potential, they
are perforiming a very patriotic deed.
You help your country best by becoming the best person you can be. This is
something American youth are really starting to suck at. Come on, kids,
WAKE THE FUCK UP to what you were born to be.
The most important function of work - ESPECIALLY the shitty summer jobs
you get when you're young and in school - is to teach you WHAT BULLSHIT
a life that is only work is. I mean, it is important in life to learn how to work like
an idiot. But, you should wind up working very hard FOR YOURSELF, in the
service of a GOOD IDEA you have.
There are many ideas that nobody has had before that I call "million-dollar
ideas". That is, things that WOULD sell like fucking crazy if someone just
MADE them.
Even if you CAN'T think of a million-dollar idea, you can always STEAL one
and take it to another country. I could start a million-dollar Internet business
here in Poland, for instance, or steal other people's ideas and begin a million-
dollar advertising agency in Warsaw. It isn't hard to make money - UNLESS
you're working for someone else, in which case, it is IMPOSSIBLE to make
money.
The key, my friends, is to NOT WORK FOR IDIOTS ANYMORE. You can
work for someone else, but make sure THEY AREN'T IDIOTS. Of course, if
they aren't idiots, they won't pay you very well. Whatever, it's still worth it!
I fall in love with girls because it sure makes fucking a lot more fun.
It's MUCH easier to make people laugh in languages you don't understand.
Really.
Making people laugh is the best way to meet people. Therefore, HONE
YOUR TECHNIQUE. The better you are at making peope laugh without
thinking, the better you are at, well, EVERYTHING interpersonal.
I'll take coincidence over planning any day. You're a lot more likely to follow
the bidding of the coincidences that take place in your life than you are any
"plans" you make.
Plans exist for a reason. You might want something to take place, and you
work and you work in order to make it happen, but it doesn't happen. No
matter. It is the WORK, not the goal. that is the purpose of planning. If you
work really really hard in one direction, perhaps the final result will be an
ACCIDENT that leads you in a different direction. So it was with me and this
book. I am naturally a musician, but here I am writing a fucking BOOK for
god's sake. I mean, that isn't what I thought
I am a different srini for every person I encounter. I feed off the energies that
are being presented to me.
The potential that arises BETWEEN two people is GREATER than the sum
of its parts. I don't know, it's hard to describe, but in a great conversation,
there is a feeling of SPIRITS BEING INVOKED. I dare label this spirit as
"God" thy God, and I worship the creation of these moments where He
seems to come into my life and rearrange it to his liking. For instance, here I
am, just taking in a mellow country scene in the morning here, and suddenly
whaddoIgoddado? Pull out this doohickey and start writing.
You can't change someone's opinion by going "No, you're wrong," or worse,
"you're EVIL to think that." I remember, I was in an anti-Nazi demonstration
on this town near the Baltic Sea five years ago, this town Rostock. The local
Nazis had just torched this huge foreigner apartment building, and all us anti-
fascist types showed up to express our dismayal. Fine as far as it goes, but I
was unhappy to report that ABSOULTELY NO ATTEMPT was made (in my
worm's eye view) to actually ENGAGE the local population in a dialogue
about what had happened. It was all "ROSTOCK, YOU SHOULD BE
ASHAMED!!!" and screaming and fights and teargas. It was seriously a
scene out of a science fiction movie. It was a lot of fun, and sort of scary too
(me not being white and all), but was it progress? Was it TRUE anti-racist-
action, or just a vulgar display of power?
Think about it - if you're an East German parent who's just lost his job, and
the Nazis in your town are, like, your neighbor's sone and your middle
daughter's boyfriend, would you be willing to ditch those allegiances in favor
of ANY view promoted by a bunch of pink- and green-haired idiots with
Maoist banners and blasting CRASS records out of mobile sound systems?
IS THAT GOOD ANTI-RACISM, or is it just an anarchist street party on the
road?
Okay, okay, I was kidding earlier. You say "I like you" in Polish by saying -
"Lubeeyeh cheh." What I told you to say before was "remove panties".
Actually, I'd LOVE the idea of an anarchist street party on the road. I think
that sounds AWESOME, to have a street party that goes on tour. But I mean
RACISM and ANTI-NAZISM is SERIOUS STUFF, and to actively deal with
the issue, you've got to forge real links with the community and truly win them
over to your side. Suffice it to say that I don't feel like heading to Rostock
alone right about now.
It's been pointed out before, but our homes are crammed full of "time-saving
devices", but why is it that none of us have any time?
I'll tell you - even more fun than ACTUALLY praying is PRETENDING to pray
while weird old people look at you funny. Cheap thrills are the best, as they
say, you know?
Well, here I am on the train to Hel. Wow. I certainly hope they let me keep my
ticket. I'm pretty sure this is the only laptop on this train. Kind of a funny
feeling.
I wonder what my idols, as it were, are going to think about this book. I'm not
quite sure. Aaron Cometbus, for instance, is liable to hate it just because I'm
doing this on a laptop and with a budget, for instance. That kind of gets me
angry. It's like, I really can't HELP that I've figured out how to salt a little
dough away, and you wouldn't want me to lie, would you?
If someone were to steal this computer right now, it would be exactly the
same as kicking a pregnant mother in the stomach really fucking hard. Okay,
well, maybe that's stretching it a bit, but the analogy still applies. Please don't
kick any pregnant mothers in the stomach to test this theory, thanks. :P
Think about all of the people who have walked the earth and died. Most of
them have passed on from our memory completely. I hate to say it, but I feel
it is important in this life to distinguish oneself from the mass. That is not to
say that we don't all survive on, as part and parcel of a collective species. But
I know the key to living forever is to BE WORTH REMEMBERING, that's all.
"How do other's see me?" - D. Boon. It is an old cliché to say that the
opinions of others shouldn't matter to you, that you should go forth and do
your own thing without regard to their opinions. But I'm not so sure. i'm
AFFECTED by the opinions of others. If people are WITH me, I feel like
WORKING HARDER. And every blow - whether dealt by people you know or
by strangers - is like a foot on the brake pedal.
Ultimately, yes, you acquire a thick enough skin to let these negative
influences bounce off of you, but is that a good thing?
If I piss off many people, it simply enhances the amount to which I please the
people I please.
We create CUSTOM experiences for each other. That is, if you react in a
plastic way to every single person - such as, for instance, talking about
yourself or something - well, you're just not going to REALLY MEET new
people.
WhenI am low energy, this is reflected in what I create. People don't need yet
nother influence to bring them DOWN. Some art created when you're down
winds up making others really APPRECIATE THE BEAUTY OF DOWN, but
depressing art and petry is a pretty damn hard sell.
People respect the things they pay for. Even if it's just a Coke, yes, you are
paying a bit of TRIBUTE to the minds and histories to those behind Coke
whenever you buy one. If you buy something, you want it to ENHANCE your
life in some way.
It is really tough not to be jealous of those who have already gotall the
success they need. But the thing is, every band's first album is EXTREMELY
SIGNIFICANT, if it isn't their best. You still have your best work ahead of you,
but few who have achieved success in their medium are going to be able to
revolutionize THEMSELVES and THEIR ART (whatever it is) beyond what
they've already done.
We are constantly wishing we were limitless, but it is the very LIMITS in our
lives - the things we CAN'T do - that help us FOCUS ourselves on doing what
we CAN do WELL. Our effort is like water in a plumbing system; if all the
faucets were turned on constantly, the PRESSURE out of any one of them
would drop. And as we all know, it is the PRESSURE that makes for a great
shower, not just the heat.
In any competition, there are two ways to succeed - to simply be the best at
what you do, or to BEND THE RULES.
All innovation is actually CHEATING. But in life, there really ARE no rules; in
fact, all revolution is about SMASHING RULES and proving that THOSE
RULES DESERVED TO DIE through YOUR SUCCESS.
We all tell little lies, and we all think that maybe they're harmless, and we all
find out that they're not harmless after all, and some of us fail to lie ever
again and some of us get addicted to the stuff because it leads to interesting
situations. Lying, unfortunately, is NOT "good" or "evil" - but it IS indicative.
Are you the kind of person who takes SHORTCUTS, or the kind of person
who learns how to SAVOR THE WORK involved in TELLING THE TRUTH?
I am bumming rel hard that I don't have my power cord. It is not just cutting
this book short, it is making me wonder what the fuck I'm doing here.
We are EQUALS, but right now, I CONTROL OUR SITUATION. And I have
decided that in order to reinvent myself in REAL LIFE, maybe it's best for me
to learn how to control how I look on PAPER. Therefore, I am going to EDIT
THIS MOTHERFUCKER until it's all gleaming, not the mess that's symbolic
of my life as it stands at present, but as the controlled chaos that I *want* it to
be in the *future*. I am going to write this book as if it is written by the person
I was BORN to be, rather than the person I'm dallying as right now.
Close your eyes and feel the power of the ideas that are motivating you right
NOW. Think about your influences, think about your heroes, think about your
favorite band. Think about what keeps you going when you're down, whether
it's sports or whether it's a certain book that you keep coming back to. THIS
IS WHAT IT MEANS TO PRAY. Simply that.
Jesus wouldn't want you to sit around and waste your life working for
someone else's idea-free profit.
There are those who engineer ideas, and there are those whose "art" is in
bringing those ideas into profitable, dominating status.
ORIGINALITY IS A GOOD HABIT. It's not really something you can turn on
or off - it's something you DEVELOP as you cherish other people's - and your
own heart's - reaction to new ideas.
The first time you told a joke and made a lot of people laugh, or told a story
and made someone react, is the moment you really began to become a part
of OUR community. It makes you feel good, and you keep doing it, and pretty
soon, you're out living a life that CREATES stories, that is NEWS. But each
individual story that you were a part of is actually just a RAMIFICATION of
the process of really BECOMING YOURSELF. Well, thank "God" you made
it.
I want to tell all the sheep in this world that the end of their dominion is in the
offing. I want to tell them that they had better get the FUCK out of the way,
because WE SHALL RISE and OVERCOME the obstacles that threaten to
block us, and I am hoping that because of this book (and others) we will learn
to RECOGNIZE EACH OTHER ON SIGHT.
The mark of the beast is the look in your eyes. The beast, of course, is one of
the good guys.
Nobody really wants to "shop on the web" - but a compelling enough product
can make it happen. Like Cainer's Gemini book - ripoff though it was, i HAD
to have it. Surprise is an essential element of web commerce, I think.
Amazon can create the moment that says "holy fuck, they've got THAT?" or
"Wow, that actually sounds quite neat!" But people are still intimately -
religiously - tied to their money, and....
I just met this woman here in London. She's fantastic, she's eight years older
than me and she's an angel and I just might never see her again after Friday,
but oh, man, she has really really healed me. I was going through some
personal hell (of my own choosing, of course), and she shows up somewhere
like, really, oh, she's beautiful. And I am putting out this single to honor her.
She has, in a very real way, saved my life.
Two nights ago I sat down in a field in the middle of the night, crying. Yeah,
it's that bad - I don't cry, you know, not really EVER. I was thinking about the
shambles my life has become. You know, twenty-five hit me at the strangest
fucking time. I've started a small business to basically promote my art, uh,
sorta, except i'm not much of an artist. I have no job, no insurance, and a
precious few friends who I have been sorely neglecting in the last year. In
San Francisco, this amounts to SHIT; I was at the bottom of my career, and I
sat in this field thinking about how BADLY I needed someone to talk to, to be
with, whatever.
And this woman, who, you know, I just don't have THAT much in common
with - shit, she's got TWO KIDS, she's spent the last decade in ACADEMIA
fer chrissakes - well, she has just ROCKED MY WORLD, and Jenny, I will
ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU. I don't want to say those three overused words,
but you know, right now I do. I can't wait 'til 6:00 when I get to see you again.
We have no future, but we have the present and there is NO WAY I am
wasting a single moment of that.
And as I woke up this morning, my lips still sore from some of the best kisses
the world has ever seen, wow, I realized that this song had finally found a
home.
I wrote this song a really, really, REALLY long time ago (by my standards, at
least). Let me think, it was, shit, 1992 I believe! FUCK! I sat in this dorm room
and wrote it out, and I instantly knew it was a thing of beauty of course. (The
pseudo-metal bridge came a bit later, when I brought it to the band.) So, I
had written my first genius pop-punk number or whatever, and it fucked up
my life.
I spent the next couple years of my life writing new songs - songs, in
generally, completely UNLIKE the pop-punk of this song, mostly sounding
like Unwound or early Hüsker Dü or something. In fact, I didn't WANT to play
"Jennifer" anymore, it was too incongruous with the rest of our set.
But it never quite died. It has followed me, just as surely as my loneliness
has. Years later, after we changed our band's name, people still came up and
requested it. Ramsey at AK Press loved it so much that it helped him get
through the breakup of his marriage - and he later got it placed prominently
on a comp that AK put out through Epitaph. I put a lot of hope into that
placement, but of course, that didn't result in tons of people giving a fuck
about us or anything - although thanks for the several cool postcards that I
got as a result, I really appreciate that kind of thing. And, of course, that's the
version that's on this single, and it sounds really good, so thank you Epitaph.
This song is still with me, and it has not lived out its potential yet. Almost as if
it has been longing for a home, for someone to belong to in some way. Just
like me. Because, see, the secret is that I never wrote "Jennifer" ABOUT any
girl. I wrote it about MYSELF. I created a character that had all of my
problems, never belonging, being strong and hurting myself, all of that. I
created it about a dream that I wasn't alone, that somehow, somewhere, was
the girl that i was a lot like, and that given the chance, I could, you know,
TALK to her.
What people commonly know as the Bible is one of the most impure, added-
onto documents in history.
Atheists might argue that every coincidence has its own separate logic, that a
framework cannot thereby be constructed. To which I must admit that they're
correct - but constructing such a framework ANYWAY is FUN. And shouldn't
religion itself be FUN?
Never trust a religion that doesn't leave you with the sense that you are
LOVED and TRUSTED yourself.
You are as important as ANY set of words. Besides, the words can take care
of themselves - they don't need your permission to be as they are, why
should you need theirs?
The speed of light was once an interesting idea to scientists who had never
before THOUGHT of light as having a "speed". Now that we know the stuff
travels at 186,000 miles/second or whatever, it's no longer an IDEA in the
scientific world.
However, if you DISPUTE the speed of light, or if you create some CHAOS
around what until now has been thought of as a STATIC FACT in such a way
as to actually create some CONTROVERSY, well, THAT is an idea.
Also, the speed of light IS an idea to every ten-year-old who learns that light
has a speed.
A teacher of facts must take care to make sure that the facts are
communicated within the context of IDEAS to her/his scholars. If they are
presented as dumb facts, well, how can you paint THOSE as interesting?
It's far more important to create a BAD OR WRONG idea than to simply
constrain the debate to facts alone.
The solution for bad ideas is NOT censorship. It's BETTER IDEAS, more
ideas.
Let's take one of the worst ideas of the 20th century, the idea Hitler formed
that the Jews were responsible for every single woe of the German people
after the first world war. What the fuck. It's IMPOSSIBLE to understand the
state of mind that the Germans must have been in to let such an IDIOTIC
idea take over their national debate. I've recently been studyin the rise of
Hitler, and it's obvious that the guy had fantastic marketing and better style
than any competition. It's also obvious that the liberal opposition to Hitler was
too wussy and too IRRELEVANT to enough Germans to put up any kind of
real resistance to his ideas.
My point is that the rise of Hitler was enabled - ENHANCED, even - NOT by
the strength of Hitler's ideas, but the failure for his opposition to come up with
ideas of any kind of strength at all! If there were a simpler, more logical, and
more correct solution to the problems of the German people, Hitler would
have been shot down early in his career!
Hitler was able to DISTRACT the Germans into laying the blame on a group
of people who WERE empowered and doing well within the context of a
difficult economy. The Jews have ALWAYS been an extremely industrious
and individualistic element in society, for which they ought to be commended,
but in an increasingly desperate Germany they unfortunately stuck out like
sore thumbs.
"Any idiot can CONDEMN and thereby fail to learn from his enemies. That's
what makes them IDIOTS." - the Book of the SubGenius.
A society of sheep, such as ours, is easily manipulated by evil genius.
Evil genius is alive and well in America. We can see the results of its
manipulation in constructed events, such as the Oklahoma City bombing and
the Comet Cult, but also in everyday life.
America has been transformed by its media into one MANIPULABLE MASS.
One of capitalism's most important moves is to buy the free press. The press
is unconditionally for sale through advertising, and can only be trusted to
report EVENTS as opposed to outlining PROCESSES.
After anough events have happened, spaced far apart in geography, the
media starts to realize that a TREND has been taking place.
In a larger sense, TRENDS are far more important and indicative than any
single event.
Take a look at the PROCESSES that are defining modern society, and note
that there's no real movement to indicate that these processes are taking
place to the media. We read everywhere about the widening of the gap
between rich and poor, but why is this NEWS? What makes NEWS out of this
process, or WHOM?
If a process is carried out without events to mark it, it is the most effective
way of clandestine action to shape history.
Clandestine actions to shape history are quite fucking fascinating, but I have
little doubt that the only forces to enact such agitation are bad guys that are
in FAVOR of a conditioned, sheeplike society.
Looking across America, I have no qualms about noting that our people are
being CONDITIONED, brainwashed to accept simple brand suggestions as
being hallowed trends that aren't to be fucked with. (The popularity of
"Tommy Hilfiger"-branded clothing comes to mind.)
It's obvious that the conditioning so far has acted in the interests of capitalists
who seek to keep us dissatisfied enough with our lives to keep us consuming
as quickly as possible.
Humans are basically the newest species on this planet (with mutations due
to our activities excepted). Or so that's what THEY want you to think.
Better minds and spirits WILL PREVAIL in the true battle, that of the
evolution of the Human Species Itself.
If humanity is going to evolve in any way that leaves us worth preserving, we,
the People of Ideas, must find each other and breed like rabbits.
Upon reaching the age of twelve, a child raised in today's First World society
would have extreme difficulty dealing with a month in a third-world nation,
even if food and other basic necessities are provided for.
The media forms one obvious network that connects us to each other, the
Internet another. But to the extent that both networks deal with ideas
themselves, they are ACTUALLY sub-networks of the TRUE network that we
all jack into.
Okay, I'm high and I"m getting higher. I'm here in this café and I fell like a
fucking freak of nature now. I'm not sure what I"m trying to prove. Man, I feel
like the ultimate fucking geek here.
I think it's natural to think you're a freak. I also think it's natural to do things in
order to be seen as a freak.
In fact, a long time ago I came up with a phrase that I'm sure has also been
thought of by so many other people - "THE FREAKS SHALL INHERIT THE
EARTH". It's one of those phrases that's so simple that it's obvious - there's
no use trying to take credit for it. (Although I haven't yet seen it on a t-shirt).
Anyway, the thing is, it's true.
That's right, the freaks WILL take over the earth, but not the true earth but
rather the PSYCHIC earth. That is to say, the earth that really matters; that is
to say the WORLD of IDEAS.
Bet these people don't even know that Green Day is named after pot.
I'm really satisfied to be a fucking lone right now.
Think of the next world. No, I"m not being mystical or any such shit. Think
about the world that will occur a SPLIT SECOND after you first think. The
truth is that the world changes in a million imperceptible ways every second.
Since there are so many differences between the world as it is now and the
world as it was a second ago, there EXISTS a next world. And a next, and a
next, and a next. ª It is our ability to figure out what will happen next, that
makes us people of IDEAS. Because the fact that you can IMAGINEthe next
world without it being real - well, THAT is an IDEA>
I really believe that people who don't live for ideas can't even understand
THAT.
If you aren't able to dig on ideas, to really get down with them, well, how can
you PRETEND you do in order to be thought of as relevant? Well, steal the
ideas of OTHER PEOPLE, of course.
The traditional media is all about replacing the nice, blank spots in the mind
with THEIR IDEAS. Many of these ideas are OPINIONS.
I have lost my taste for looking cool and all that stuff. I mean, I want to look
DIFFERENT, not cool.
If you don't generate difference within yourself, in this day and age, difference
will find you.
It is the unconscious gestures that make the difference in how you perceive a
person. That is to say, you can memorize the exact right lines for any
situation, but you can't fake it - either you're enthused or you aren't.
A person who looks exactly like me, smells like me, listens to the same music
and whatever can be conceptualized that lacked my taste for ideas.
When I say the word "idea", i want you to think of the thing that brings you the
most joy in the world. The thing that makes you feel - if even for an instant,
the instant you first see the bosom of the girl you're going to marry jiggle - the
thing that makes you feel fucking IMMORTAL. Not just "happy", not just "at
peace", but IMMORTAL.
Ideas are the only thing that can be CREATED in this universe. Everything
else - life, matter, even energy - is eventually disiipating, returning to the
grave as less than when it began.
This universe will be composed of nothing but pure ideas in the end.
And since ALL ideas are simply incomplete (yet oh so complete!) parts of the
ONE IDEAL IDEA, all that will be left is PURE IDEA.
Plato talks about "forms" - that is, the form of a "plate" is "that plate from
which all other plates are a mere reflection".
In other words, plato is talking about all plates being referred to when I say
the word "plate", without any adjectives.
The Platonic Ideal of the word "idea" - or "the idea from which all other ideas
are but mere reflections - is God.
In other words, how cliché is this situation, flying high on marijuana and
hypothesizing about God?
Love is a lot of fun. It's tons of fun - ideally, a CONSTANT source of fun - and
LOVE is what it feels like to be in contact with a pure idea 24/fucken/7.
Love alone will not make you immortal. I mean, unless it's INTERESTING
love. But it's potentially rocketfuel with which to ignite your life.
They say that "opposites attract", but those opposites better not be
"interesting" and "boring".
Fucking a boring person is like bestiality. That's just the way it goes.
If you are disgusted by that last statement - or any other in this book - as
opposed to intelligently able to digest it and determine whether or not you
disagree - you mightwant to reconsider your purchase of this book.
Don't make an idol of me.
Or if you do make an idol of me, uh, could you sculpt me with maybe twenty
fewer pounds and a ton of fucking muscles?
Perhaps if the kids of the late nineties can be proud of one thing, it is how
they dance. Never has a generation danced SO WELL.
Myths are powerful because they create a common reference point for a lot
of people.
If someone isn't in the party, it's important to make a little gesture to them that
acknowledges their existence.
They test music videos in front of people who do drugs. Don't think any
differently.
I got ripped off a little because there's no way this battery is lasting for 24
hours.
The bible is one corrupted book, and following it word for word is sinful.
Following the words of just one book, to the negligence of all others, is a sin.
And of course I include this book as well.
It is your mission in life to discover and "tag" as many ideas as you can
before you die.
Never say never, I guess.
If you hold your legs up for too long when you're stoned, the blood will
eventually rush back up into your body.
Voilence never really appealed to me, which is a pain in the ass for other
people I GUESS.
THE WORLD DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU OR ME. BUT THERE
ARE WAYS TO FORCE IT TO.
Your idea-self, or your higher self, is not totally concerned with your lowerself
(9r tiyr sekf nubys udeas). That is not to say your MIND and your BODY are
separate, although almost. It DOES mean to say that IDEAS strike
independently from your body.
Your body, while fantastic, is ALSO only a tool whereby your ideas can
express themselves.
I'm not going to be around when this book becomes a religion, if it does.
Starting a religion for the ages takes a lot more than one lifetime.
Ooof, is Marilyn Manson ever stealing my thunder. Doesn't that fucking suck?
Doesn't that turn rebellion into a parody of rebellion?
That's the problem with the concept of revolution. It's either so cliche that it's
just suitable for a line of merchandise or something, or it's based on some
crazy ideological dream that's outdated and impossible.
If your lower self is strong, it will help you out a lot but I think you might need
your higer self less. That is to say, you'll still HAVE a higher self, but it's going
to have to be strong independently.
I'm not telling you anything you didn't already know. That's the thing about
this book - the TRUTH ITSELF is something you ALREADY KNOW.
Real truth is accompanied with the thought "i wish **I** had thought of that!"
This feeling (or its close relatives, "i could've thought of that!" and "HEY, I
THOUGHT OF THAT FIRST!", is an indication of the truth of a truth.
You must love the alien. You are certainly encouraged to hate the fad of
loving aliens as you wish.
She looks like a future housewife, a hip one, but destined for two kids.
I'm out of opening lines. I don't know what's with all of this stuff that's
designed us to believe that we're all okay, we're all having fun, whatever. I
mean, drugs help me get a small vacation from that inner self.
Platonic forms represent the IDEAS rrom which each object is created. When
you set up a plate factory, you're going to see differences from plate to plate,
no matter how slight. But there IS an ideal from which all plates are carved -
almost as if "God" made a mold for us all, and is slightly screwing up any time
he pours one of us - just to keep things interesting.
So then what is the platonic form of an Idea? The Idea from which all other
ideas are but mere reflections - the Idea of Ideas itself - is GOD.
When we look into each other's eyes, we need a complex set of permissions.
Sometimes people who just meet each other can do this, but sometimes it
takes YEARS.
When you deeply look into the eyes of someone else, the real shock is the
shock of RECOGNITION. You are staring at YOURSELF.
All eyes of all interesting people are windows into the same soul, and it is
HUGE. That is not to say that all of us have the same soul, but it is that we
are all REFLECTIONS of the same soul. Which is God's creation.
Think of soul - THE BIG soul - think of it as a great jewel. And think of idea -
THE BIG idea - think of it as a beam of light upon that jewel. And think of
YOU - and me - and your best friend, etc. - think of us as FACETS on that
jewel. We each point in mathematically different directions, but we all reflect
the SAME LIGHT.
We are all the same, and it is our sheer difference that must teach us this
lesson. For "God" works in opposites, in IRONIES.
The way to the truth is not directly, but to attack the surrounding area.
The key to the female orgasm is not the clitoris, but the surrounding area.
The clues are obvious - but why does it feel like these words are new?
The Beastie Boys: "I've got money in the bank, I can still get high/That's why
your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly". I'm sort of thankful for this chance to
reinvent myself.
Happiness, for me, depends on some DYNAMISM in my life. I'm only really
happy when I sense myself changing, and I get the feeling I can only change
when I'm in the range of an Idea. An Idea or a person who appreciates Ideas.
I'm full of shit, aren't I? Today, especially, my signal to noise ratio is at a low
state, and I'm not really full of the fire I had while I was in Budapest.
There's a huge rave this weekend here, and I'm inclined to take off for it. I've
got this sense of LET US FUCKING PARTY and I think it's not going to be as
easy as it is right now in my life.
When I look at the life I've led, the years I've wasted especially, I have to
think that there's a WHOLE LOT that I haven't DONE yet, and it's a pain in
the ass living with these regrets when you're only 25.
I'm looking forward to being drunk and walking across the bridge again.
What am I doing with my life? Nobody's going to give a FUCK about this
rambling, idiotic tome. I can see the reviews right now, and I can fuckin tell
that most journals or places to get this place reviewed are going to see me as
full of shit.
I wonder when I'm going to get my voice back. Whenever I have a good time
I lose my voice.
I had a great time in Budapest. I have a feeling that Prague can't help but be
disappointing after that, but then again, it's a worthy city and I"m intrigued by
the expatriate scene here.
This computer was NOT designed to have a book written on it, but OI love
using things for other than their original design. I love squeezing more
potential out of a tool than most users of it would.
I love to take a medium and use it to accomplis goals that have little to do
with the medium's orignal purpose.
Photocopying changed the world. It made it easy to get your ideas mass
produced, and it is impossible to concentrate when your waitress has a body
like that. Wow.
sorry, folks.
Some university, I think, did a study once that had very interesting results. In
their college entry examinations, they asked, "If you could name an adjective
to describe yourself, what would it be?" With all the adjectives available, you
know, in tis wonderful and diverse language of english, what do you think
was the leading answer? Well, more than 6% of all respondents answered
with "UNIQUE" or "ORIGINAL".
HOW FUCKING UNIQUE CAN THESE PEOPLE BE, if all they can think of is
"unique"??????
True uniqueness means that there's nobody really LIKE you, that you don't
really HAVE an equal. And if you don't really have an equal, how do you
escape being alone?!?!?
People who are a lot like each other, well, I would DIE to trade problems with
them because it's like they're fucking... well, they're easily able to find others
like them.
THE SYSTEM MAKES YOU HATE WHAT YOU SHOULD LOVE ABOUT
YOURSELF. That is the biggest weapon the System has to deploy against
you. The System makes you wish that you were NOT unique, that you could
somehow GIVE UP the powers that are yours as a creative individual.
I once told my former (i miss you steve) my former best friend that this was a
friendship that woud hopefully end up making history. As it turns out,
assuming this book actually gets somewhere in the world, it did. Steve was
my soulmate for a while, he really helpe me get my philosophical shit
together and I truly miss him.
It's none of your business what's wrong with steve, but let me just say that
you should NEVER call the cops on a fellow hipster unless absolutely
necessary.
The Nation of Ulysses: "A Kid Who Tells On ANother Kid Is A Dead Kid".
When you're going through hell, it's really fucking hard to be thankful.
It doesn't really matter where you spend your time, as long as you
REMEMBER it!!!
I bet this irish waitress who is being quite beautiful in the middle of prague
fancies that she's part of some historical trend to bring free enterprise to
prague. I bet because of that she's getting a lot of good sex out of her
situation. Please pardon my sexism because I'm fucking drunk and
remember, men are for shit.
Let me elaborate on that - men are TOTALLY EVIL BAD, all of them, even
the ones that seem innocent see women as nothing more than objects, goals
for their potential affection.
I will let you ladies in on a secret -= ALL MEN ARE TOTALLY SEXIST, no
matter what their supposed allegienaces, no matter how heavily they identify
with feminism.
I identify with feminism and I am a sexist. I expect less out of women. I don't
expect them to be as fucking vital and good at creativity than men are.
Ironic that some of my biggest rivals (that is to say, influences) are people
like Jenny Holzer and Barbara Kruger and the bands Sleater-Kinney and
Team Dresch.
It's cool to see my reflection in the screen that I'm typing in, it makes it all
seem so SYMBOLIC. Remember, I'm creating this document as a testament
to the fact that I ONCE LIVED.
In the book "Life, The Universe and Everything", Douglas Adams posits a
man who is told to tell the Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing But The Truth.
He is administered a drug to ensure that he does so, and for the next several
years he drives everyone near him CRAY as he does exactly that. Well, that
is Me. I am infuesed with this need to NOT FUCK AROUND with things like
plot and characterization (as much as I love both of them) - I never was
granted the ability to come up with either of those eements, but I must, I
MUST FUCKING WRITE what comes to my mind in the hopes of not being
fogeotten somehow. Oh man, those beers had QUITE an impact on me.
A good title for this book would probably be "Drunken Rambling". I have no
idea where I'm going to go next with this, but the truth is all about riding the
Wave of Zen to wherever it might take you. ª Here I am in fucking Prague,
taking a trip that most people can only DREAM about, and I'm SO
GRATEFUL.
I am SO FUCKING SUPERSTITIOUS.
Nirvana was really a good band. I keep seeing bootleg nirvana t-shirts and
thinking, man, hhat was a good band.
I am ALL about UNITY. I don't think there's THAT much difference between,
say, a hipster emo kid and a hipster techno kid. If someone is TOTALLY
INTO something, that is enough indication to me that the kid is able to get
totally into something that i write.
THe soul is fractured and separated and that is OKAY, that is the way it was
meant to be.
I am in love with this waitress, and I hope she doesn't hate me for it.
It is funny that our need for love cancause su to become pretty FUCKING
annoying to the opposie sex.
It's funny to see punk rockers who have kids. It's quite new to me.
I think it's actually BEAUTIFUL to see punk rockers with kids because you
KNOW they're going to take good care of them.
Oh my I hate hipsters.
Minor Threat: "God damn it!!! We were born to stay young!/NOw it's over - it's
finished and done." We as a society fetishize youth. Why? BEcause we
associate youth with ENERGY. A movement that fails to capture theminds of
youth is moribund, and that's just the way it goes. But amovement that does
capture youth is not necessariyl going to truly get anywhere because what
the fuck? I mean, youth have NOTHING?
The youth is the only truly disenfranchised class, and I will fuck you yuup if
you're going to fuck with me. I don't give a shit about anybody outside of my
own familyt, and I am mad that all the good ones are taken.
O h jesus am I ever drunk. It's not like anyone else hasn't fucking taken a
powerbook and started typing in public while they've been drunk, but you
know
I'm sitting in my friend Kai's house in Berlin, and it is dark and I am listening
to Joy Division's Closer album. The lead singer of Joy Division comitted
suicide on the eve of their first tour of the United States. This is making me
think about suicide, and about depression as well.
Without perseverance, we're not going to get anywhere in this life, and we're
not going to be able to withstand the failures that will lead our species to the
ultimate victory.
I believe you should be able to create your own Heaven. Let me explain. In
Heaven, in the heaven that *I* want to live in, I'll never be bored. I will be
constantly surrounded with those whe interest me, and some of them will be
cute, and some of them will be interested in me. I will have the voices of my
heroes to keep me company, and most of all, I will be able to create.
Without any of the above, ANY of them, I will not accept a scenario as being
"heaven". Fuck the idea of the little angels and st. peter and harps and shit -
if I can't have the vibrancy of life...
Life itself has the potential to be heavenly. Life itself meets all of the above
criteria, and I do not need to wait until death to speak with those beyond the
grave. Hell, right now, Ian whatshisface from Joy Division and I are
communing, and it's fucking rad, and he's sort of here with me, and I'm
imagining I could somehow make a difference for him. Oh, it always ends the
same way, but this doesn't atter.
Eazy-E is immortal in a way that many, many "good" people never will be.
Unfortunately, so is Hitler. These are despicable characters, but it cannot be
denied that they made their mark on history through their art and their
actions. Basically they hated so fucking well that they, oh this is an evil thing
to say, but they turned even HATE into an art form. 8 Eazy-E died of AIDS
after giving it to as many women as he could. The guy's a fucking murderer
of women, don't ever let anyone deny this. But the point is that nobody's
going to remember this fact, at least compared to his legacy as one of the
poeple behind one of the best hip-hop records in its formative period -
arguably of all time. Even though Ice Cube wrote almost all of the great
songs on Straight Outta Compton, Eazy-E was there, and hegets a ride into
imortality as well.
From The Princess Bride (the book): "Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death,
that's all."
In many cases, the "bad" guys are playing the game of ideas much more
effectively than we are. That's perhaps the reason I'm writing this book, to
exhort you to drop your fucking joint and your indie-rock record collection and
get the FUCK out there and GET YOUR IDEAS KNOWN.
The more good people that attain some kind of success in this society, while
still maintainin their "species consciousness" (that is, they're aware of the
difference between people like us and poeple who are actually sheep, and
act accordingly) well the better we can heal society.
This reminds me of the Golden Rule, which is "Do unto others as you would
have them do unto you. This is not a prescription, but a description. This
shouldn't be a "should" statement, in other words:
You do unto others as you want others to do unto you. It's a FACT that you
do this. It's the whole thing where at Christmas, you tend to buy people what
YOU want instead of what THEY want.
Any idiot can see that women's orgasms are just BETTER than men's. Ours
are like, wow, neat, fun. Theirs are like THERMONUCLEAR.
The female orgasm is the sexual crown of creation. It is THE goal, the pt of
gold at the end of the rainbow. I mean, it sucks not being able to HAVE one
myself, but just to WITNESS one is enough to fill me with awe.
There IS a difference between sexy and sexist. I love the former and hate the
latter (even in myself).
The problem with the whole issue of "am I being sexist?" is that it constrains
the gender debate. I'm going to try and speak my mind about this stuff right
now.
I think men's orgasms are much more mechanical and dependable. The male
orgasm isn't this wondrous, who-put-THAT-there kind of thing, but it does
have the adantage of being dependable.
But the key is that the orgasms of women, especially with new partners, is
NOT something that can be depended on.
Sex without orgasm can be okay, but it's disappointing, messy, and pointless
in some ways. I enjoy foreplay for its own sake, but if it has been determined
that sex is the dish du jour (or nuit, i guess), welll, orgasms are pretty much
essential. Therefore, women MUST be choosy about who they decide to
sleep with, where men (who are in the market for sex, as opposed to
something more deep) can basically bed down with anyone who doesn't
actually REPULSE them (and sometimes even THAT is an advantage).
The male of the species is burdened with a need to PROVE that he is worthy
of a female's time - that he won't waste it through being incompetent.
There must be little that I dislike as much in life as bad sex. And, to
paraphrase RUN-DMC, "Not bad meaning GOOD, but bad meaning BAD." In
other words, sex that doesn't WORK.
This dislike of bad sex must be amplified tremendously for women. I mean,
physically, it's like, there are connotations with the penetrative act that, if no
enjoyment is derived thereby, must make a women feel pretty yucky.
Sex is a yucky act, let's face it, and that's why religious idiots love to
condemn it.
It is the ultimate irony, and a gateway to the ultimate truth, that something SO
YUCKY can be the gateway to our most INTENSE physical - and emotional -
feelings.
For men, there IS bad sex, but for women, I believe it's worse. Not only
because of that physical thing, but also because bad sex doesn't WORK -
that is, it doesn't achieve the female orgasm, and therefore is generally a
bunch of wasted time.
Therefore, if you're going to waste a woman's time, if you plan on subjecting
them to bad sex, well, women can detect this and in the long run you'll get
nowhere.
The Hare Krishnas believe that all technology has been created for the
enhancement of animal pleasures - eating, sleeping, fucking and fighting. I'm
inclined to go "RIGHT ON!!!" but I have to point out that a goal of technology -
of science - is to enhance the CREATIVE potential in man. To me that's an
aspect of life that animals don't have available to them, and therefore is one
of those things that define us as human beings.
If the will of "God" is carried out through evolution - that is to say, changes
are implemented so as to give the appearance of time passing - well, it
makes sense that we create in a similar way.
ART IS A ****SYMPTOM*** OF LIFE. You can't really go out to create art the
same way you can, say, go bowling. Art HAPPENS. It occurs after your life
becomes very complex, very painful, very interesting. When you see a
confusing piece of art, it's an invitation to get into the creator's mind - what
was she THINKING? What could she POSSIBLY have been going through in
order to create a piece so stunning? - and it thereby stands as a MEMORIAL
and a TESTAMENT to the fact that that person's life WAS interesting.
I am an art collector. I'm not talking about paintings, but more like records,
posters, books, whatever. I try to bring as many things that speak of the lives
of other creative individuals into my life, because I want to constantly be
reminded about the existence of other creative people. I want to be
reassured that I"m not alone.
To me, the most appealing part of anarchism deals with its emphasis on our -
on my - FREEDOM. Not necessarily the kind of freedom to yell "FIRE!!!" in a
crowded theater, but definitely the kind that lets me yell "THEATER!!!" in a
crowded fire.
It's pretty easy to sell "smash the government" to people who like to break
laws, but how do we market anarchism to people who just want to lead
peaceful, happy, productive lives? We can't be all talking about how useful
anarchism is unless we can implement it today, individually.
Anarchism isn't an IDEOLOGY, it's a POLICY. I believe that the only social
organization that is EFFICIENT as far as preserving and forwarding the
potential of human beings is one that doesn't impose needless hierarchy.
There is use for valid hierarchy. Anarchism isn't anti-ORGANIZATION, and
organization means people who lead and people who follow. But if you aren't
COMFORTABLE following, or following that particular leader, you have a
responsibility to yourself to find a better place within that hierarchy, or
basically get the fuck out of the situation somehow.
Anarchism sure isn't rocket science; in fact, I don't believe it's something
that's too hard to agree with, in its raw state.
Anarchism has both good and bad marketing tendencies. It is taught by punk
rockers, for instance, as a gateway to freedom and no compromise, which I
think was the appeal that got a lot of us younger-generation anarchists into
the discussion. However, it's also got connotations of over-intellectualism and
the mainstream media has painted perverts like terrorists etc. as anarchists
as well, leading to a certain revulsion that we're going to have to get people
over if this movement is going to continue.
I bet this book would be a lot easier to get published if it were on some trite
anarchist subject like "Bakunin Revisited" or something (Bakunin being this
big honcho anarchist thinker that I'll admit I've never read).
The simplest ideas are the ones that go BROAD, for instance, Nike's "Just
Do It" campaign - it may not say very much, but it holds appeal for, well,
basically, uh, EVERYBODY.
Nike: Great marketing, shady tactics, fucking terrible and evil business
practices. Learn from your enemies.
More complex bodies of ideas, such as those advocated by the band CRASS
who were an anarchist band that put out a LOT of words on the subject),
well, these tend to strike DEEP within people, but are hard to get very far.
If I can reach just ONE of you with the words I'm writing tonight, it will make
this whole exercise worth it. But I can't help but dream of making a lasting
impression on a whole lot of people with my life.
That said, I don't want the kind of "broad" audience that, say, a Stone Temple
Pilots has. I don't want a SINGLE BORING PERSON reading this book ever.
I love bumper stickers - they're cheap, they're expressive, and I can make
them as well or better than anyone else on the market.
This is a world full of decisions, of potential paths and paths not taken, of
desires and regrets.
I'm not trying to say you SHOULD judge things according to whether they're
interesting or boring. I'm saying that you already DO.
I am about CHANGING YOUR LIFE, not just TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO. I
have NO fucking interest in telling you what to do, I mean, what the hell do I
care? But I find it fascinating - and challenging - to DESCRIBE the way *I*
think you do the things you do.
It's almost like I'm trying to define a new SPECIES within the human race,
which of course is a pretty fucking scary thing to do given the history of that
race-selection bullshit that killed so, oh my God, so many people over the
millennia.
We must learn from our enemies. And if our enemies are, say, neo-Nazis, we
must learn how such an IDIOTIC set of beliefs can have ANY kind of
marketshare at all among the sheep.
Hitler, and those assholes like him, succeeded and will continue to have
success because they appeal to needs we all have. That is to say, we all
have a need to REJECT. We have a need to be DIRECTED, and a need to
feel like we can CONQUER THE WORLD.
Bad people can pervert human nature into terrible, terrible configurations.
Good people, traditionally, have therefore tried to fight human nature itself by
saying "you SHOULDN'T have that desire, you SHOULDN'T want that." That
kind of stuff is totally ineffective, unless of course you have a 2000-year-old
system of oppression and brainwashing to back it up.
This is the worst night at this hostel so far. It's fucking terrible. People are all
over screaming, nobody is respecting the rights of the sleeping, and I'm
infatuated with a married woman. People are like screaming in the courtyard,
turning on lights, talking not whispering, it's smoking pot around people who
are sleeping. It's fucking disgusting, it's wrong, but you know, alcohol and pot
tend to eliminate our higher urges to, you know, GIVE A FUCK about others.
This is okay in moderation. You know, the better part of confidence is giving
a fuck about yourself, to placing yourself before others when it comes down
to these decisions.
If you let people who don't give a fuck about you ruin your day, well, you
won't forgive yourself for it. And passivity is a slippery slope; you wind up
unable to stand up for your rights, and you slowly allow yourself to get
defeated.
Folks, sex is NOT everything. Jesus, have a sense of priorities about your
lives. Sex is a fascinating, delicious way to spend an evening, a gateway to
immortality perhaps even. It has lessons that I'll be discussing soon (not that i
know much about these things), but see, it is TEMPORARY. It is sheer joy
when it works, but it is TEMPORARY unless you somehow use it as a tool
with which to shape your life.
I mistrust the temporary. I mean, like everyone else, I need to feel good and
to bust out with major mayhem for no good reason other than to tell a good
story later. I'm just referring to the general sex-obsessiveness with which
we've decided to guide our society, and I'd simply like to sound a note of
caution.
OOF, I've stumbled into a wall here. I'm not yet ready to tackle the subject of
sex, because it is a big one that relates to almost all of us. Not to mention
that the lessons I think I've got to give about the dynamics between partners
(and prospects) are best discussed drunkenly and I am pretty damn sober
right now.
I am afraid of hitting that "undo" button again so I've started a new document.
I just asked Jyoti an interesting question. I asked her "What do you think of
this statement: 'It's all been done before.'" Her answer is none of your
business.
I like to think that ideas are not DISCOVERED; rather, they are
REDISCOVERED. All ideas have existed forever and WILL exist forever, at
least in the world of the POTENTIAL.
It is our job to pull he ideas out of the world of the POTENTIAL to the world of
the ACTUAL.
In case you haven't realized it, I'm pretty fucking into science fiction.
It stands to reason that if you're an interesting person, you have the ability to
postulate other interesting people. That is to CREATE a whole new world.
Yossarian from Catch-22 has made a greater impact on me than almost all of
the people I've ever met.
It's always crazy to watch how my writing changes when it is under the
influence of people. Nobody in this room knows what the hell I'm typing, but
it's still affecting my subject and style to know that they're aware of me.
If it's affecting me, I guess it's interesting. I just have no patience with the
influence of boring people on my life. I also have no patience for anyone who
would see a weird indian guy typing like a motherfucker on a computer that
must look like it's from another planet, and affect a jaded, bored attitude
toward it.
I shouldn't care about what the people around me think, but if there's the
posibility they might beinteresting people, well, I'm affected.
I gave this girl Jyoti, who i'm really interested in now because she's a girl and
not because she's interesting, which is to say that my interest in her is peting
out and that I won't try anything really on her except to get rid of her, well, I
gave her an italian book as a sort of charming present, right, and showed her
how to use it in communicating with these two i'm thinking they're dull too
italian guys. Anyway, I'm saying *I* gave her the idea, andshe hasn't even
realized that it's an idea.
I mean, she's enjoying herself a lot with this fun new game I taught her, but
no appreciation of the fact that I TAUGHT HER SOMETHING. I taught her
that earning a new language is - HAS TO BE - fun and entertaining and
vaguely sexy or else it's NOT GOING TO WORK. She would probably have
gotten to italy and just been dumb there, but I've got her DOING THINGS and
stuff like that. Fuck this girl, if she doesn't realize that I'm THE most
fascinating person she's going to meet in this entire trip.
Not to mention I got her IN this place in the first place. Fuck that girl.
I mean I shouldn't be judging this girl like that. I mean, she's 19. But see, I
can't help it, that's just the way I'm built, to be able to judge ohter people.
The problem is that this girl, she's like, she FAKED ME OUT. I *HATE* being
taken advantage of. When a boring person is of interest to an interesting
person, the best policy is to not count on anything.
Ugh, to kiss that girl would be like to kiss a fish. Good practice, but who the
fuck cares. I'm only looking for a kiss, and I've got to say I was way more
attracted to the german girls I met on the street today.
That's right, I've got their names. Such creative little girls, and SO CUTE!!!
The only good kisses are SOUL kisses. You have GOT to kiss around in this
life, because to marry someone who can't kiss is worse than having someone
who doesn't like sex.
I'd rather kiss than have sex, up to a point. Once kissing has run out of its
ability to teach us, once the novelty is gone completely, sex makes a lot of
sense for heighteining your passion.
WHat are these people doing with their lives? It's great to "enjoy" yourself a
little, but i'm not too keen on thier potential for really making a difference.
Look at this couple (or maybe brother and sister) plauying chess. I mean,
that's so awesome. I think playing chess with the girl I love is totally
charming, a great concept.
Damn, with a name like Jyoti, that's fucking rad.
I don't like the kids in Amsterdam very much. They don't seem to be fazed by
anything. They give me nothing to work with and it's a true pain in the ass.
I'm intrigued with the couple that's playing chess right now.
All opposites exist for a reason. There is a beauty in every pair of opposites,
and a delicious friction that occurs whenever those two opposites run into
each other. I mean, good and evil MIXED is a fucking RAD sensation - it
generally translates into either love or war.
The only rule I follow is to learn, and live, and FUCKING ROCK.
Aiigh, I hate the feeling of truth being LOST. On the one hand, I love
conversations, but on the other hand, I lose all that was said. The only fact
that matters is that the conversation OCCURRED in the first place
Unfortunately, other interesting people are the best way for me to press my
fucking brain in different fucking directions. Their interaction keeps me
interested in life, in continuing my pursuit.
It is easy to think that every fucking word out of my mouth is a pearl of the
truth when you're in the business of writing down truth for a living.
I've got this huge ego. Don't I? I mean, what the fuck right do I have to play
prophet?
I steal all kinds of ideas. All ideas are mine, that's why. There IS no
pliaigarism.
Steal this book - in other words, go ahead, claim these ideas as your own!
THEY ARE!!! I mean, a footnote in praise might be a fun way to acknowledge
MY existence, but you're certainly not beholden.
This girl I'm hanging out here has been having the best day of her life. Wow.
Isn't that a fucking RAD declaration to make? I mean, what the fuck is
stopping you from having the bestday of your life, say, maybe, uh, this
tuesday. I mean? Who wrote the rules?
That's fucking right, WHO WROTE THE RULES? Who said that a book must
consist of chapters no shorter than 10 pages? Who said that all the indents
have to be pointed inward not outward? Who wrote these rules, and WHAT
THE FUCK GIVES THEM THE RIGHT TO JUDGE *ME* BY THEM?
The last point was dedicated to Christina, in honor of the best day of her life.
It's not rocket science. I guess I'm just trying to have the maximum impact on
people who sense as being worth a fuck. I mean that in the figurative sense
of course.
I'd rather have faith in ONE RAD PERSON than a large crossection of
humanity that I've never met before.
You never have a second chance to make a first impression. I know that's not
original, but it's the truth nonetheless. You can construct a persona for
yourself, if you so desire, that will summarize some of the basic points that a
relationship with you will involve, and turn it into a set of catchwords by which
you would like to be understood at first. I think this is a good idea„
I love my ideas and I won't fail this time, jesus I won't fail. The cosmic
connection, the burning man thing, all of it is really importannt.
Okay, think about it. Punk rock is about DIY, right? Do it yourself is the most
empowering philosophy going, right? While I am down with not having and
spending too much money, you know, QUA money (that is, for its own
sake)... what does it mean to do something WELL? When you do something
well, people PAY you. Am I right?
Punk rock doesn't teach that money is EVIL, just that money is not THE
GOAL. Money is a SYMPTOM of doing things well. It comes once you start
rocking - you should not be AGAINST it, in the same way as you should not
be AGAINST the ocean.
I mistrust anyone who does what they do FOR money, without any regard to
art. But getting paid for doing something well is a HEEEEEUUUUGE
compliment, and far be it from me to say no.
As you get older, you realize that people PAY for the things that they give a
fuck about. You realize this because that's how you act. We respect things by
throwing money at them. This is, in some ways, a poor substitute for the
devotion that, say, the followers of the Buddha showed in throwing away their
lives for their leader... but, on the other hand, it's a lot less EMBARRASSING,
you know?
Don't get me wrong here. I think it's GREAT that there are so many people
out there doing cool things as hobbies, with no expectation of financial
reward or NUTHIN. I think it's fantastic, you sort of fucking get into whatever
you're doing for the sheer pleasure of doing it yada yada.
But, friends, the revolution is not going to be a hobby. The few control the
many, and that's got to change... and hobbyists are not going to be the
vectors of that change. It is only when your hobby begins to actually PAY you
- to actually SUSTAIN you - that you say to yourself, hm, this is not a hobby,
this is a LIFE.
We're cells in a body, a body of culture. The next phase of human evolution
is going to depend on each of america's cells evolving into independent,
empowered actors. I've seen enough despair on the faces of my fellow
citizens to demand a FUCKING CHANGE, and as we all know, change
comes from within.
It's not important what other people think of you. It IS important what REAL
people think of you.
In a way, you are answerable to everyone, but the cardinal crime is to make
an impression on NO ONE.
As a membr of the crown of creation, you are entitled to all you can take, and
none of the rules REALLY APPLY to you.
You deserve more than you have.
I like the fact that I'm measuring my success as a traveller not in terms of
miles covered or girls kissed but of pages written. I think if you measure your
success in a new and interesting way, there's no way you can come out last,
that's for sure.
"Nature is a language/Can't you read?" - The Smiths. It's like, there are these
forms, such as "cloud" and "tree", that are immediately graspable by any
three year old in their first crayon scribble of their home. But there are such
infinite, random variations on the theme that you've got to imagine a world
with infiite possibilities - in fact, look at the fucking SKY, this is a world of
posibility. Right now, I'm staring at this impossibly complex cloud formation,
one that simply can't stop you from thinking that, yeah, heaven is "up there".
But you know, how sad it must be for so many generations of christians who
somehow believed that they were going to wind up in some heaven in the
sky, and thus stopped themselves from striving toward heaven on this earht.
We will win. I don't know which side I'm going to be on come Revelation, but I
can't help but think that Revelation will pit the forces of boredom and
hierarchy and that kind of bullshit against those of us who prefer - that is don't
have a choice but to - think for ourelves, be for ourselves, worship ourselves
in the sense that we are capable of birthing ideas.
Potential will always triumph over no potential. A static system tha permits no
change will always be destroyed by "God" Himself. (That is to say, by the
People of Ideas once we have an idea of how to smash the system
correctly.)
You can't help but be moved by the freedom of Eastern Europe. I mean, what
a classic political romance. A land that was once tightly held by the iron grip
of one of the most devastating hierarchies ever created - one that destroyed
villages and ecoological ways that had persisted for centuries in order to
move people into fucking APARTMENT BUILDINGS in the middle of
nowhere - finally, the beast was toppled, and people could kiss in public
again, and people could live where they wanted to again, and the people
were happy againn.
The struggle of anarchists is the strugggle against the BlackIron Prison - that
is to say, hierarchy, those agencies that would REDUCE us to component
parts in the machinery that is society, rather than DEIFY US as cells in the
Mind of God.
Atheism is often against humanism. If you're an athiest, surely you can see
where ideas are immortal, can't you? Unless you're a SOLIPSIST (that is,
you believe that basically YOU ARE GOD) well, Ideas are a conception of
"God" that make sense to ALL of us, I believe, as long as we possess the
capability to HAVE ideas autonomously. And if you're an atheist, that is to
say you've WEIGHED the matter of whether or not there is a "God" and come
up with the heterodox idea that there ISN'T ONE, well, YOU UNDERSTAND
IDEAS.
I know it isn't punk to care this much about that word, but don't you see? TO
me, the TRUE anti-hierarchical revolution is the DECENTRALIZATION of the
concept of God. To me, to destroy "religion" without giving people a context
for channelling their very real (and understandable) beliefs in things that are
beyond human, well, that's STUPID and not a revolution I can stand behind
at all. I mean, if you're going to be so anti-god that you're anti-humans-who-
believe, well, go be a communist or fascist or something. Fuck off.
There's a LOT of white power graffitti on and next to the railroad tracks here,
and I'm getting a little worried, yes I am.
I don't want this book to end up on your bookshelf; I want it to end up next to
your toilet. That way you'll actually LEARN about these ideas, because
there's no state in which you are more attuned to whatever you're reading.
That's right, I'm going through a bit of a test right now. I hate being bored, it's
pretty terrible, but it's even WORSE to be bored in front of other people
because of obligation.
Remind me when I become a parent not to force my kids to hang out with my
adult friends and pretend to be interested.
There is a gray area between interesting and boring in which inhabit people
who are interesting, but INCONVENIENT> THe guy who's going out with the
girl I like, for instance, is not boring, but I can't stand hanging out with him
and his nice mother.
It's always an interesting test writing about people while they're in the area.
I'm always afraid to offend them, and oh boy, am I out to offend them.
He who writes the history books, wins. ANd he whose ideas become part of
history is lucky after death.
I see through other people's eyes relatively well. Unfortunately, when I look
through those eyes at MYSELF, a feedback loop is generated, similar to
when you put a microphone next to the amplifier that's connected to it. In
other words, when I see myself through other people's eyes, I see only
ugliness. This makes me very, very sad.
This problem of mine has not abated for several years, and the only therapy I
can visualize working is the true love of a woman. Damn, though, because
the more I think I'm ugly and worthless, the more impossible it is to FIND the
rad-enough woman who's really able to care about me.
Recommendations play a HUGE role in the way we experience things for the
first time. For instance, I have thereby contributed to the word of mouth on
the Habibi falafel joint, and this may lead you to go there when you get to
Berlin.
My favorite 'zine, Cometbus, once had like this walking tour of fucken
Pensacola, Florida in it. Lo and behold, when I got to Pensacola I performed
this walking tour, to the degree that I met some of Aaron Cometbus' pals. It
was a lot of fun, but I didn't get to go on the rooftops like Aaron told us to
because the city had totally cracked down. Shucks.
These kinds of informal recommendations are what I live for when travelling,
shopping for books or records, whatever.
If I trust the person giving the advice to me, I can rely on their opinions. If
you, for instance, give me a suggestion for a store I should check out in
Knoxville, Tennessee or wherever, eventually I will get around to checking it
out.
People love to have a framework into which they can fill in their own
experiences, and (for instance) travel guides like Let's Go have established
such a comprehensive framework that it's easy to imagine a hundred
thousand Americans coming over to Europe and eating at the EXACT SAME
restaurants, gawking at the EXACT SAME sights, and twistin' their lame
asses to the EXACT SAME eurodisco at the EXACT SAME clubs.
The funny thing about popularity is that it tends to ruin a good idea.
That's the way it always works. Someone interesting comes up with an idea
("I love this guy's music, what's his name, Elvis! Let's put out a record!") the
idea succeeds among other interesting people, it reaches a critical mass and
suddenly it's a mass media phenomenon, at which point a ton of boring
people come in to make the artists millionaires (thereby stunting THEIR
growth) and to make enjoyment of that art cliché.
Green Day's success is a natural thing, and shouldn't be blamed upon those
three fairly nice guys specifically. It was inevitable that someday the punk
thing would explode into the mainstream.
Before 1991, you could basically give a shot to anyone with, say, green hair
or a Misfits tattoo. Nowadays, that kind of thing is pretty cliché and doesn't
really function as well as a differentiating trademark.
I lived in Palo Alto and was known as a pretty punkish guy. I moved to San
Francisco and was known as this guy who worked at a database company.
Being interesting and leading a unique life is a completely relative thing - that
is, relative to the place you're living, you can get away with a different amount
of differentiation.
I'm 25 now; I've got better things to do with my time than to waste it worrying
about differentiating myself outwardly. I'm hoping that this book is unique
enough to put those matters at rest, but the truth is I could use a little LESS
differentiation in my life - i mean, shit, the way I'm going, i'm going to only be
able to date philosopher-punk girls or something, and while they're the
raddest I've only met three or four in my lifetime and they're all taken. :P
If you're a philosopher-punk girl looking for a boyfriend, well, consider this
book the largest fucking personal ad you've ever seen and get in touch all
right? :)
I like making people laugh. It's one of those secret abilities I just pull outta my
ass every so often. A really nice old lady who probably doesn't speak a word
of English just sat down on the bench next to me and keeps flashing smiles
at me. I'd love to get into a conversation with her but really, this book is my
priority right now.
It's not easy getting stared at by everybody all the fucking time, 'coz I'm
sitting on this park bench and typing like a maniac, but shit, it keeps me going
when I'm in a good mood.
German police are fucking scary, and the fact that they speak in one of the
scariest languages ever invented doesn't really help matters any.
When a kid magic-markers a band's name all over her backpack, wow, THAT
is a product endorsement to beat ANY fucking ten-million-dollar ad
campaign.
Damn, it's getting cold out here. What the fuck is with this continent, ey, it's
fucking the END OF JULY out here and it's fucking FREEZING!!!
I was spoiled rotten by my mom, who used to work tirelessly when raising us.
We never had to do any chores at all, and man, I am ruined because of this. I
don't accept the need to work on things that are unrewarding, not even a little
bit. I'm so irresponsible, I've got no future, I'm really totally fucked right now,
because when I go back I've got nothing at all to live for. Shit.
I love to live sort of a messy life because it's sort of like an everyday
hypertext kind of thing. I love the feeling of getting DISTRACTED by a work
of art, instead of consciously encountering it.
Everyday life should be an exhibit. I think that would fucking rock, because
I'm an artist everyday.
A great enough piece of art changes the world. For instance, Gandhi turning
Thoreau on his ear and turning non-violence into an effective weapon for
radical social change. I mean, THAT is art!!!
We've been taught that "art" must reside in a museum, that "philosophy" is
beyond our reach, that "religion" is the province of a specialized class of
institutions. This is not knowledge, friends, it's BRAINWASHING.
This entire system is built upon brainwashing. If you brainwash your market,
you don't have to produce quality anymore - they buy whatever they're
offered.
All right, then, let's acknowledge the ANTI-MARKETING market. I propose a
set of companies that will MOCK THE FUCK OUT OF THE SYSTEM, to the
extent that the system is pointed out as completely RIDICULOUS anywhere
that it is not somehow more efficient than collectives of autonomous
individuals.
I am writing this book in the hope of finding other autonomous individuals and
proposing a collective to mock the fuck out of the system thereby.
If we hung out in your hometown, where would you take me? Think that
question through, because we might have the opportunity sooner than you
think. As far as I am concerned, THESE PLACES are the REAL map of your
town - not merely streets or even stores but PLACES THAT GENERATE
MEMORIES.
Gaze with your SENSE of IDEAS over the world, and visualize where you
would LIKE to go if you could. Then take my word for it - THERE IS
NOTHING STOPPING YOU.
Yet more Neil Young. God, that's such a great coincidence, to hear Neil
Young on two nights in a fucking row. Wow.
I am horny right now and I'm in the mood to get fucken LAID. Two more cups
of coffee and then I'll put myself on the fucking market.
It's not the easiest thing in the world to write this book, but I know it's also
inevitable. I can almost see the manuscript being done in time for Burning
Man, this festival in the desert that I want to kick ass and sell a lot of stuff at.
You know that rule about never ending a sentence with a preposition? Well,
FUCK IT.
Who am I writing this book for? I'm not sure. I want it to be a book that will
appeal to interesting people of every stripe and ehnicity and culture, but I
know that only certain people pick up books such as this one. I wish I could
come up with a marketing concept that will get this book somewhere other
than in my basement. I can visualize a thousand copies of this thing sitting in
my garage and giving it to friends for a long, long time, and that outcome will
suck. I hope I get somewhere I hope I get somewhere.
I want nothing more in life than to be able to stand on top of my chosen game
for a brief instant and tell my parents "I told you so." Isn't that fucking sad?
I'm totally not living for myself in some ways, it's pretty pathetic.
You can help me forget my problems, and I can help you forget yours. We fly
when we're together, we're not subject to any laws including that of gravity.
When *I* hang out with *YOU*, ***THAT*** is an anarchy that I will advocate
until my dying day.
I'm getting sick of california because I need people who are FAST in the
head. I might not think things THROUGH, but what thinking I do I do FAST.
I would rather FUCK UP FAST than do things well slowly. I think I'm still a kid
in that major way.
I miss the coffeehouses of the Mission District, and I think I will begin to
haunt the dive bars of the Mission as well. Man, to have a real relationship in
San Francisco would be a wonderful fucking thing.
Isn't there ANYONE who is about bad-ass ADVENTURE in the Bay Area,
outside of a couple east bay 'zinesters?
Learning is all about building a relationship with those who would teach you.
A professor must DESERVE the hard work he demands, or else giving it to
him becomes an act of POWER rather than one of LEARNING.
Folks, don't get trapped in the pit of dishonesty. Lying, like stealing, seems to
make life easier, but ultimately you will fail to create REAL experiences to
map onto your dreams, and your friends will assume that you've done it all
before (even if you haven't). And that's assuming that they don't CATCH you.
I am a liar.
And a thief.
Dammit, who is to say that the writing of the Bible ever ended? Who is to say
that Godhead truly DEPARTED with the crucifixion or the death of
Muhammad?
Folks, you must CHOOSE A SIDE in life. You are EITHER interesting OR
boring, really, there's no gray area here. You decide.
Bad sex sucks. I mean, the worst thing that could possibly happen is to
spend all this time checking out people's personalities and suddenly to
discover that, man, it's a WASTE OF TIME why did we even try anything?
I am almost willing to move ANYWHERE where I think there's a cutie that
would be into me. I am sick of not having sex on a regular basis, I think it's
ridiculous and it's something that needs IMMEDIATE fixing.
I remember everything. Hans, I wore that hat you gave me for years.
This stuff isn't making sense and is going to be cut out, but I'm going to keep
going with it because I don't give a fuck and it'll be easy to recharge my
batteries while I'm in berlin.
I think I'm almost finished with this book. I sense that I've done a great deal
and come a long way with it, but it's also like this obsession at this point that
makes me feel good, so I might be repeating myself a lot more.
I am making this book because it feels good. It is giving me a little relief from
my unhappiness. It's letting me out of my prison for a little bit, it's letting me
dare to dream that I might be helping other people's lives a little.
I wish I were the type to join organizations, you know, to work with other
people in pre-existing movements. Unfortunately, I always want that feeling
of being THERE at the BEGINNING, because really, THAT's when all the
true status gets handed out. I missed out so many times that someday
SOMEHOW, I will hit a scene that's embryonic enough for me to make a
difference.
I want more.
"Too much is always better than not enough." - The Book of the SubGenius.
What happens in California tends to have this ripple effect across the
country. Actually, almost all culture comes from San Francisco, Los Angeles
and New York.
I like this sitzpltz so much I might actually stick around and write for a bit, thus
missing my stop. Is that a good idea? Hmmmmm.... no.
Here I am sitting next to a river thousands of miles from home. I'm not sure
what I have to say right now, but it sure is peaceful here. I wonder what it
would be like to have a great time on every single stop on this tour. That
would be a pretty interesting way to see the merits of every city.
Actually, truth be told, travelling is a lot like "God". (Let's pray it doesn't rain.)
Travelling forces you into intriguing situation after intriguing situation.
Everything is novel, and you see things with a child's eyes. You become
depedent on other people for directions. Your comfort zone is demolished for
a bit, and it takes a certain resilience to learn how to function.
Unwound wrote this lyric - "I'm on a subway to a place I can't pronounce, but
at least I didn't pay". Have Unwound ever been to Hungary? Jeez, this
situation occurred to me ten fucking times today. Unwound is the most
evocative band since the Mission of Burma, and they are DEFINITELY on
our side. Go check them out, especially the albums "Fake Train" and "The
Future of What", and send them a postcard telling them I exist. :)
Philip K. Dick wrote that "God" created this world and infused it with potential,
but was somehow kicked out or deliberately occluded Himself, and therefore
can only sneak into our lives like a thief in the night.
I propose that God's chosen vector for sneaking through the Veil of Maya
(that is, the mundane world) is Inspiration or the Idea. When an Idea
possesses you, you don't need sleep, water and food take care of
themselves, and you are immediately A BETTER PERSON - more in tune,
more articulate, better able to program or design or sell or whatever it is that
you do.
With a lot of practice, you can learn to turn this ability on - that is, to pull an
idea RIGHT OUT OF THE GROUND RIGHT NOW. This ability is
superheroic, and it is something I would like to encourage you to develop.
Most of all, every single fucking moment is ripe with potential. When you're
travelling, anything can truly happen. The truth is that anything ALWAYS can
happen, but when you're travelling, you're likely to actually BELIEVE that
anything can happen. As such, "anything" usually DOES.
The world is full of potential, but it requires consciousness - yours and mine -
to actually bring that potential to life. That's not to say that glaciers didn't melt
before consciousness, but that this world became tired of operating on an
eon level. That is why we were invented. Consciousness helps us visualize
things, and combined with the might of our bodies, we can thereby cause
change to occur.
For instance, I've been telling people that I am a "writer", and that the reason
I'm travelling Europe is that I'm here to write a book. Now, YOU know and I
know that I've never done anything of the sort before, but now that I've been
marketing myself as such for a bit, well, it's making me THAT MUCH MORE
LIKELY to actually WRITE a fucking book. After which - no matter how little
"training" or whatnot that I have - I WILL BE a writer.
This book is what I have to give. If you find no use for it, that's okay.
It's very important to have "practical illusions". Isn't it funny that Guns 'N'
Roses would name their second album so well?
Whether or not you believe in God, we can agree that having FAITH is very,
very important in life. If you don't have faith in yourself, you don't follow
through on your actions; if you don't have faith in your job, say, or in your
lover, it's time to move on; if you don't have faith in our capacity to change
and be reborn, what's the use of living?
Believing in a fake God, like "Bob", is super great because you get all the
BENEFITS of religion, such as the dividend of FAITH and the power of
having an EXCUSE for your crazy actions ("'Bob' told me to!"), without
actually CONSTRAINING yourself. I think that's fantastic.
I am in Budapest because "Bob" told me to come here and let the truth be
revealed to me.
I sometimes wonder what "God" has done to me. I see the world with a
different set of eyes than most people now, but unfortunately this is a world
ruled by people with normal eyes. As a result, it is extremely difficult to make
much headway in the business of running a life.
I live in a world of ideas, of symbols and meaning and metameaning. It's not
particularly easy to concentrate once you're attuned to the world of
hypertruth. It becomes very hard to focus on your own life when you see that
each fucking brick in the hungarian pavement was carved out basically by
hand, and that you can learn to understand the person who carved it out by
spending enough time concentrating on one of 'em.
It's got to be admitted that most people don't have TIME for this kind of
interface with reality. Shit, I don't have te time myself, but I'm on vacation
right now and I've sort of been touting myself as a "writer", so I guess that's
my JOB now.
Since reality is so full, and we have learned that we are limited (and it's true,
on certain levels we are), we generate a LIFESTYLE out of life through
FILTERING information - that is, by sorting it according to its RELEVANCE to
the task at hand. The task at hand might be anything from making a million
dollars to gettin' laid tonight, but in general, the task at hand itself needs to be
judged by this same set of criteria.
It's all about expanding our filters to take in more that is necessary. We can't
experience EVERYTHING in life because we are limited by the constraints of
our bodies, and further limited by the scars of experience. Life itself forces us
to close our minds, to lose the child's eyes that make everything - textures,
colors, patterns - so damn interesting.
As we grow older, we let our minds filter out the redundant information. For
instance, as I get used to sitting by this river, I forget about the river and its
infinite percolations. I can't think about the history of this beautiful city and
write about philosophy at the same time, so i simply don't.
I find it amazing how we often reflexively respond to a smile with a smile. This
stern-looking Hungarian woman was standing in the door across from me,
and I flashed her a quick but warm smile, and she couldn't really help but
return it. Magic, I tell you. Suddenly, a connection has been established, and
no matter how fleeting, I am told that there is SOMETHING THERE within
her, and I have thereby shared a blessing with her.
Do you see how that woman, no matter how mundane her job as a waitress
at a café is, no matter how she may have given up on the life of ideas totally
by now in her life, has participated in history by that simple expedient of that
brief returned smile? The return of that smile has AFFECTED me. I am
WRITING about it RIGHT NOW, and if this book ever gets anywhere, her
memory will as well.
I love "God" more than anything in this world. "God" is the force which keeps
ideas streaming towards me, and obiously towards other people as well.
People who have TOO MUCH FUCKING POTENTIAL, as well as the ability
to ACTUALIZE enough of it to SCARE the forces of evil in this world - often
GET ASSASSINATED. I mean, LOOK at the people who were assassinated
in this century. Other than the Archduke Ferdinand something something,
whose death precipitated World War I, EACH and EVERY ONE had this
feeling of "you ain't seen NOTHING yet" about them, despite all of their
achievements. Gandhi, King, X, the Kennedys, John Lennon.
Nobody feels too terrible about the death of someone who has exhausted
their potential. Once you're out of potential - that is to say, once the world has
had its way with you - well, death is sort of a blessing.
That's why people who are deluded enough to believe in the end of THEIR
potential wind up committing suicide. What's sad about that is that these
people, these suicides that is, are asking the RIGHT QUESTIONS, which
means that they're ON OUR SIDE. They're ASKING themselves about the
meaning of life and death and whether they matter or not. They're just
coming up with the WRONG ANSWERS.
This book is in a very real way an attempt to get the fuck out of a suicidal
state of mind. I'm not the suicidal type - I frankly don't have the guts - but I am
desperately lonely and I feel like I'm the only person who can really see truth
on the level I see it. Won't you send me a postcard and let me know that that
isn't the case?
By ACTING on my loneliness in this way, by telling the world about the bit of
truth that I hold within me, I am hoping that I will actually be of real service to
YOU. In fact, the proof of the worthiness of the truth that I hold can only be
accurately gauged in the effect it has in YOUR LIFE.
This book is going to be fun to construct. I'm going to make the pages of this
book look like a world wide web page, because in reality it's going to be a
LOT like a set of hypertext documents. Truly understanding the magic of
hypertext has really set me free in a way.
The fact that the Web is the ideal attention-deficit-disorder medium has made
me feel like I have a place and that the timing of my birth was ideal.
I have the idea that this book is going to be unlike any other, that there are
going to be ideas within the actual PRINTING of the pages, within the design
of the volume, that will be NEW IN THIS WORLD. This is actually the coolest
project I've ever undertaken, and I'm filled with awareness of the importance
of the task I've been handed.
I am depending on fate to come through for me JUST THIS ONCE for this
book. Damn it, God, let it HAPPEN this time. Let my vision actually see the
light of day, and let me not die a failure. Everything I've ever done has
secretly been a cry for help, an attempt to break out of this cycle of
irrelevance. To turn myself into an icon of "that which is interesting" is the
ultimate way (for me) to transcend this material plane. I WANNA FUCKING
MATTER. And I believe I do. Through the course of thousands of deep
conversations, through the laughs and the brightened eyes and the people
who have no reason to talk to me whatsoever but who stick around anyway, I
have realized that I have a challenge in this world for all who exist to take it.
I am thinking of Kurt Cobain right now. His best song is an obscure gem on
the back of "In Utero" - best, in the sense that it sums up his life very plainly
in one sentence, "what is wrong with me". And that it has the ultimate
challenge within it, the challenge which I would like to forward to you through
that which I'm writing - "hate your enemies, save your friends, find your place,
and speak the truth."
All over the world there are people like me and you striving to turn their lives
into something worth remembering. And this takes effort, it takes a
willingness to not accept limitations and to seize the potential that is in life.
And I'm pretty sure not everybody gives a fuck about potential, and that's just
fucking fine - it's just, if that's you, stay away from me.
Listen to me when I speak this cynicism - ALL LIVES ARE NOT WORTH
THE FOOD IT COSTS TO SUPPORT THEM. "God" does not love everybody
equally. "God" doesn't love me very much, but He has some NEED for me,
it's evident. This paragraph is bullshit, I don't really believe this.
I am confusing myself and it's because once again I have an audience,
people are looking at me as I write this and it's confusing me. It would be
ironic if I travelled all this way - to fucking BUDAPEST - in order to still be
surrounded by people.
I love people. It's true. They force me to continually acknowledge the joy that
is true spiritual diversity, and to find the common thread that links us all is the
fucking goal of this book. (Is this a book yet? I'm not sure.)
I'd like to ask you this question. What if, in the next election, through some
kind of complicated fuckupedness some Christian Right Winger became
president and established a theocracy? What would you do? Would you sit
there or would you DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT? Would you defend ME if I
were attacked by skinheads or jesus freaks? Would you be my brothers in
struggle or would you simply wait for them to get around to attacking YOU?
My PEOPLE are the people of ideas. People who LIKE ideas, who can tell
that there's FAR more value in a cobbled-together document like this one
than in any superslick Michael Crichton bullshit - that Art with Ideas is the
only kind of art there truly is.
What is an Idea? Ideas are anything that you wish YOU had thought of. Ideas
are the true units of true communication. Ideas are the only inventory that
matters, other than perhaps Tools with which to create and promote and
disseminate the Ideas.
Ideas are what most websites lack, but Ideas are what created the Web in
the first place. Not to mention Rock and Roll. Not to mention Rubber Stamps.
In fact, I'm talking about too many things at once, because Rock and Roll, the
Web, Rubber Stamps and so forth are what I define as Mediums (of course,
the true plural of this word is Media, but "Mediums" is more clear).
I don't think philosophy should be out of reach. I took an entire three quarters
of philosophy at Stanford, and I have to say that I learned very little from it;
perhaps a bit about Platonic Forms, but that's really about it. I think there
should be room for a "punk" movement in philosophy - that is, a return to
easily communicable basics that make a practical difference in your life.
SMASH THE SYSTEM. Both pursuits have been corrupted by those who
would impose hierarchy upon these roots, by claiming "expert" status or
something. Fuck that shit up by making something that communicates to
anyone at any level of sophistication.
DO IT QUICKLY. The Truth is MUCH simpler than it may seem. It isn't rocket
science, and it doesn't need much to get an idea off the ground.
The problems with "philosophy" as an academic pursuit are the same as the
problems with religion, with art and music and almost any primal pursuit that
has become controlled by experts and industries as opposed to individual
people.
These problems are reflective of the PEOPLE that have taken it and made it
into this intellectual industry, not of the nature of Philosophy itself. In other
words, if you look to the LIVES of the people who spend their lives on
philosophy in the academic sense, it's obvious that they'd be inclined to turn it
into this dry, pointless set of beliefs, because many of them are dry, pointless
people.
A song lyric like Operation Ivy's line "To resist despair is what it means to be
free" means a thousand times more to me than any tome by, say,
Wittgenstein or something.
I want you to know that we are both comrades in truth. We take ideas, absorb
them, pliaigarize them if need be, and pass them on to the next person. Ideas
are how we TRULY communicate.
Next time you're in Hungary, ask random people on the street "ledjen seevish
megmondani, mer-re mennjek igasshaag felay". This is how you pronounce
the question "Please tell me the way to the truth." I think that's a funny way of
meeting someone, you know?
You don't need many words in order to have a run-in with the truth in
someone else. Again, we who live with ideas in our blood have sensors that
detect each other.
To fail to acknowledge and act according to your own true potential and
vision is the only sin I acknowledge. And it is okay to sin, but it would
behoove us not to and we are richly rewarded by actualizing our potential.
If you can dream it, it is possible. In fact, if you can dream it and it doesn't
exist yet, you've got an IDEA. And if you can dream it, it doesn't exist yet, and
people JUST MIGHT PAY ACTUAL MONEY TO EXPERIENCE IT, well,
guess what? YOU have a NEW CAREER.
It is EASY to come up with ideas once you're sort of tuned into that plane of
existence. For instance, here in Hungary there's a million things that aren't
provided to the person who speaks only German or English. I could, for
instance, probably publish a series of books that are called "Crazy Phrases"
that teach you how to say insane-like things in all sorts of different
languages. It'd be pretty easy to market and sell this line of books, and... uh...
maybe THAT's the million-dollar idea I've been waiting for...
The point about ideas is that they're more precious than gold, but
simultaneously, they're WORTHLESS unless someone takes it and RUNS
with it.
The point of our lives is not just to come UP with the ideas, but to turn them
into REAL THINGS that force the NEXT generation of people within your
medium to MATCH and SUPERSEDE the level of intensity you've been able
to achieve. THAT is the way history works; we will never be satisfied as long
as we're doing something that someone else has already done before.
You shouldn't feel bad or inferior if you aren't the best at coming up with
ideas, because there's MUCH MORE to the process of making the world
better than just BIRTHING the damn things. Ideas need people to process
them, to do the hard, disciplined work of turning them into real movements
and businesses and industries. They need people to promote them, to mail
them out, to own stores which sell them, to run libraries in which they're given
away.
Ideas will TAKE CARE OF YOU. If your job, for instance, is in the service of a
superior idea, it doesn't matter if your job is the most mundane thing in the
world - everything will turn out for the best. However, if your job is in the
service of an idea which is dying out, or worse yet, is TREASON to those of
us who live by ideas, be prepared to be COMPETED INTO THE GROUND,
and get your résumé ready.
I see someone interesting and I have an urge to TALK to them in some way,
to communicate with them, in the hopes that maybe they'll have a bit of the
Truth inside them.
There is this video game, Super Mario Brothers, where you need to collect
coins in order to score points. These coins are hidden in objects that you
must nudge with your head by jumping into them. Some of these objects are
colorful and some of them are quite plain, like sections of wall. Some of these
objects are hidden, invisible even. And some contain one coin, and some
contain several coins, which you can retrieve by repeating your jump move.
My point is that this is similar to my pursuit of the truth through other people.
Some people are ostentatious about their contents of truth, but many are
more subtle. (Some ostentatious types hold no truth whatsoever, except for
maybe some fashion tips.) I try to bounce into anything that's at all
interesting, in the hopes of perhaps gaining another insight to add to my
inventory. And SOME people are veritable motherlodes, full of ideas and
lines and inspiration, giving you yet another pathway to self-reinvention
according to a brand new line of thought.
Maybe that's another reason that I'm in fucking Budapest - to learn how to
shut up a little. And to learn more about the truth contained in non-verbal
cues and movements.
On occasion, it's a very good idea to deprive yourself of your most valuable
tools in order to focus more on some of the tools you have neglected. For
me, for instance, I put a lot of my identity and self-esteem into my voice and
my ability to say things. Budapest is forcing me to listen more, and to
communicate with body language. To focus more on the lay of the land and
the look in people's eyes, and less on my idiotic self-important proseletyzing.
it's one of the most remote "modern" countries, offering me both the
convenience of modern life yet removing me as far as possible from the
offending interference that goes with it
i had a great time here five years ago, and have been sort of missing it ever
since
it's super, super cheap
nobody knows me here, and it's quite possible that nobody ever will
Like all artists, I've got to be part salesman. Art is no fun if you're doing it on
your fucking own and if nobody really cares about it. But in Budapest, what
I've got to offer is worth very little (unless it someday gets translated). As
such, I'm limited to passive-observer status, which is much more relaxed than
I ever am anywhere else.
While I love to meet people more than almost anything else, I think I've got to
finally bone up and write this damn thing while I'm here in Budapest. And I've
got a great feeling that this is going to work out just dandy.
This sort of sucks. I've bought this Eurail Pass, right, which cost me a lot of
fucking money, and you know, I don't REALLY want to travel anymore, at
least not in West Europe (which is mostly where the Eurail Pass is valid.) I
have NO fucking desire to see France, I've decided that Italy is too far, fuck
Vienna, Spain is too far... Maybe I'll ride up to Copenhagen instead of going
back to Paris. Really, I don't give a SHIT about Paris.
The pass will be good for me to get to Hamburg and to Amsterdam, which
are the only cities I really care about visiting this time around (outside of
London, Edinburgh, Budapest and Berlin, which I've already visited... with
Prague being a contender for maybe two or three days).
I have a deficiency in my discipline gland. I wish there were a drug which
would help me focus, as well as a drug that helps me visualize. On the other
hand, the world needs a Patron Saint of Discipline Destruction, and that's as
good a r(tm)le as any for me to play.
If I think about the place I'd like to hold in the psychic topography of this
world, I would like to think that I am giving comfort and inspiration to people
who need it. I frankly can't waste my time on people who have already found
their places and are satisfied with themselves for doing so. I wish them all the
best, and I hope their happiness empowers them to go far and to create and
all that. But there's little I can do to enhance their happiness, as I'm not happy
myself.
This book has a FIELD radiating out of it. It is magnetic, it is charged, and I
hope that when you read this book you realize that you are reading into my
very soul.
I have gone through HELL to create this book. I have suffered many tortured
days of wondering if I were absolutely alone in this world, wondering if
anyone fucking GETS IT out there. I mean, I've always had faith that they -
you - are out there, but I'm tired of the fucking dance, the ritual that we have
to repeatedly and endlessly perform in order to prove that we're worth talking
to to each other.
I would rather look nondescript but wordlessly hand you a copy of this book
(or a summary thereof). To me, that would be an efficient way of downloading
to me what I'm all about.
I am identifying with this book very, very deeply. This book is turning out to
be a metaphor for myself. The possible insults that you (or anyone) might
level at this book are equal to the possible insults that you (or anyone) could
fairly level at me. And if you like this book, you will like me, I'm pretty sure.
Isn't that what art is all about? I think that art is like a time capsule, a
collection of interesting objects that are reflective of the time you live in that
you bury so that future generations can unearth what you're going through.
This book is meant to communicate my plight, and the truth that I've found
through it.
All art - all ideas - are time capsules that communicate that someone of value
once walked the earth.
This world is divided in two. There is a cosmic battle between the forces of
RELEVANCE and IRRELEVANCE, between that which is INTERESTING
and that which is BORING. Between SIGNAL and NOISE, between
DYNAMIC and STATIC states, between music that FUCKING ROCKS and
music that SUCKS ASS.
You must choose a side. Or rather, you have already chosen. And if you've
read this far, it is very likely that you're on my side.
And if you are on my side, that is, on the side of the TRUTH, I would like to
remind you of your responsibility to participate in the truth whenever possible
- to ADD potential to this world, to ACTUALIZE it, and to DESTROY the
darkness that comes with boredom and irrelevance.
My darkest moments revolve around my fear of irrelevance. Perhaps that is
why Budapest forces me to type this manifesto like a madman. The truth is
that Budapest - a town where I could probably not FUCKING MATTER in a
MILLION YEARS because of the language barrier - well, it's forcing me to be
compulsive about my only interaction with my people, this book. I am forced
to cling to this communication with you because it's the only way I can feel
like I matter to anyone at all, even if the publication of this book is going to
take a fucking lifetime.
I have become Philip K. Dick, laboring away on his Exegesis, trying to pin
down the nature of "God" as it has been revealed to him. I have the additional
benefit of being able to make fucking sense, and not getting hung up on the
Codex found at Nag Hammadi or whatever. I love his ideas, and perhaps this
book is simply an expedient way of translating them into simple English
without the crutch of communicating it in fiction. This is my LIFE, man, this is
not bullshit at all.
I love pretending that I am a man with a destiny. In fact, as I crouch here with
doubleplusungood posture, well, fucking, I feel like I can still bring the whole
fucking system down under its own weight through the power of my words.
And since I am desperate to break out of this loneliness, I will write
desperately.
If you ever sense that you have the chance to make history by your actions,
well, my simple message is that I encourage you to TAKE IT. That, to me, is
the Way to Eternal Life. The True History Book is the Book of Life in which
St. Peter inscribes your name upon the salvation of your soul.
DREAMS ARE FREE, MOTHERFUCKER! The BEST types of new things are
your OWN creations, and I encourage you to value your OWN ideas
extremely highly. Your ideas are like a spiritual bank account, and if you fail
to gain interest on them, you will find the original capital withering away.
Even bootleggers exist for a reason. Think of them as talent scouts that
determine on their own which ideas are worth capitalizing upon. That they
don't pay the original payers of the ideas is relevant only inasmuch as we
value fair play within this society, but it's sort of an HONOR to be bootlegged
or copied or covered or whatever.
It is true that bootleggers are the scum of the earth, however, because they
rob the original creators and purveyors of an idea of some of the profits that
are derived thereby. But remember, ideas will take care of you in some way.
If you generate an idea, and it is stolen, there will be karma on your side that
will still have you rememebered.
There is this band called the Gin Blossoms, however, who should have their
toenails pulled out in a torture chamber for what they did to a man who
obviously was ONE OF US. This is the story. This guy, who knows what his
name was, but this guy came up with two amazing pop ditties. One of them,
"Hey Jealousy", is often in my head when I think about certain girls; it's got
awesome lines like "You know it might not be that bad/You were the best I've
ever had" and "We can drive around this town/Let the cops chase us
around"... it's such a romantic song, it's so wistful, and it deals with lost love
like few other songs I've ever heard. The instrumentation and production are
generic alternative pap, but the song itself fairly rules considering the
limitations of the alt-rock genre. Well, apparently, the band was fed up with
the writer of these songs, and kicked him out of the band AFTER the songs
became hits. The songwriter then killed himself. Doesn't this story just break
your heart?
Dying will be easy once you play your part in history. Please, God, preserve
us until we manage to pull this off in some way or another. Give me enough
peace to finish what I feel like I've started, and enough presence of mind to
edit it until it fucking ROCKS.
This vacation will be worth every penny, pence, pfennig, forint, guilder and
maybe franc if this sentence is read by you. Really. There is no amount of
money that I wouldn't spend if I could somehow register my presence on your
radar.
Publishing this book will be, to me, like a launching ceremony for the most
important rocket in my life to date. I can't even visualize what I will do in life
after this book has run its course, because I'm hoping that this book will
NEVER run its course. To me, heaven is the completion and maintenance of
this project.
I will dare to visualize my ideal job. It goes a little something like this:
Talking to people, meeting the press, travelling the world and basically
spreading the gospel to all with ears to hear.
Continually making things that help people feel cool about their
understanding of our communal doom, until such point as we actually DO
something about it.
As interesting (i hope!) as THIS book is, I can't WAIT for the sequel, which
will include a lot of the thoughts that YOU folks add into this cauldron of
ideas.
I am not your entertainment. I'm here to sort of WAKE YOU UP, make you
realize that you're not alone in this world, and make you realize that,
basically, *I* am worth remembereing.
BECOME WORTH REMEMBERING. I'm not sure if that's the purpose of life -
perhaps it isn't, perhaps "happiness" or "doing good deeds" is - but I can
honestly say that the future hipsters of the world will care more about, say,
Eazy-E than they will about you or me, unless we DO something that's wroth
fucking remembering.
This book is going to be a pretty strange experience for me. I'm on the
Charles Bridge in prague right now, a pedestrian shopping mall (sort of) that's
on this bridge of all things, it's really something to see. For some reason it
was a lot cooler several years ago when I visited it, but maybe that was
because there were fewer tourists or something. As it is, I feel like I ought to
be collecting change or something.
I am sort of getting off on getting noticed. It's obvious to a lot of the girls I go
out with that I'm totally attention-starved, and that's leading to me doing all
sort of crazy things to impress other people.
I'm not sure if any of this will be of any help to any of you, but I just sort of
want to create a memorial to myself that maybe I can live on or something.
In Dresden, so many buildings got totalled by the bombing during world war
two that the rebuilding process has had to depend on things like photos etc.
and living memories. Some weird story like that, it's not important.
I wonder if I am going to be all right. I know things like those that have
happened to me have happened before. But I wonder how those people
made out. Will I find love? Will I find my place in society? Will people like you
actually give a fuck about me? I'm confused and afraidand I"m far, far away
from home.
This isn't the highest quality truth I can write. I am sort of tired and I"m not
sure if this public setting is the best thing in the world for that writing.
The point is that you can absolve even physical unattractiveness by having a
rich enough SPIRIT. Suffering makes you develop abilities that help you
transcend that suffering.
Unfortunately, my true desires often involve other people. I'm a romantic, and
I am sick of romancing myself. Sometimes I feel like there are TWO of me
sitting here, typing by the river on a bridge in the lotus position.
I evoke all kinds of feelings in people, but I deeply fear the reaction of UTTER
PHYSICAL REVULSION. This is the reaction that I *assume* others will find
in me unless I can - quickly - distract them with wit, or with ideas, or with
something else.
It feels like I'm the first person to ever sit on tihs bridge, typing a book up. I
think that's a good feeling.
I have no desire to be the BEST, because, seriously, that doesn't last. You
can be the best, and be knocked off the top perch by the next day. Also,
you're never in control of the criteria by which being the "best" is judged - for
instance, who is the "best" designer in the world? The "best" author? Striving
to be the best SOUNDS noble, but really, it's just an ego trip that has little
import in the world of art.
What matters - nay, what lasts FOREVER - is to be the ONLY. To be the only
implies that nobody else can do what you do. To be the only means that if
you die, the world LOSES something, and will psychically MOURN for that
loss.
The SUYSTEM has a way of turning the "only" into merely the "first". Being
the first is very, very important, but it implies that the feat can be duplicated.
N irvana once was the ONLY great band to break through into mainstream
sales and acceptance - now they are simply the FIRST "grunge" band in a
long, supposedly equal series, the latest iteration of that success being the
band Bush.
Bush is not even a fly on Nirvana's dick. Bush is the classic example of the
SYSTEM co-opting a great idea to make it into a product.
Sometimes it feels like independent art is simply a farm team for the industrial
production of art.
If Time-Warner can't buy you, they can easily pay someone to IMITATE you.
It's important to realize that there will always be an interest in turning art into
money. As far as capitalism is concerned, art is ONLY valid inasmuch as it
can generate cash. What a fucking drag.
We should not hate the TOOL, but we have every right to hate the USERS of
that tool if they blaspheme with it.
Money is a tool. Just like fire, or atomic power, it can be used for GOOD or
for EVIL, to promote INTERESTINGNESS or DULLNESS.
It just so happens that most of the money in this world is controlled by people
with NO SOUL at all.
What the hell? I mean, money ought to follow where SOUL goes - which is to
say money and potential MUST find each other for new things to happen.
Money is a nearly essential component of ANY new idea; i mean, WHO is
going to buy those vintage amps without money?
TOo much money is like too much food. It turns you LAZY AND SOFT. It's
important to have a balanced diet of cash, a balanced flow of money into and
out of your life.
Security is the hope that life might become predictable. While it is good to
have a bit of security in your life, real creativity thrives on CHAOS ALONE.
CHAOS is not something that you are used to, but rather something that
YOU BECOME.
Stories, in addition to art, are great ways for us to communicate the existence
of our souls to each other across wide distances. I climbed a bridge in
budapest recently, and all I got was this stupid t-shirt... but no, actually i didn't
get this stupid t-shirt, but I've got a story that I can tell to others, and a sense
that I am SPECIAL among tourists somehow.
Stories are great agents of subverting corporate control of our media etc.
because WE CONTROL THEM. We relate them to each other, trade them,
make them our own.
We are everywhere. People with interesting mindsets exist even into the
highest echelons of government, of the media, of even the Christian Right.
Everywhere there is potential to REACH others with the potential of true
artistic unity, with the oneness that comes out of creativity.
It's even possible to convince Paul McCartney to join a punk band. He's a
cool guy who's done some really dumb music recently, and with the right
combination of actually getting THROUGH to him (money tends to lead to the
formation of barriers) and getting him wooed by the potential impact of such
an idea, well, it's conceivable.
The first preview in the movie, then, is an actual ad involving THE SAME
HOMELESS GUY, who's all like "you can't ignore me NOW!!!"
It's important to stretch the media out to involve people's REAL LIFE
EXPERIENCES.
Good advertising INVENTS A NEW MEDIA.
Advertising is an art form as well. It just happens to pay a lot better, and its
failures are fucking cultural POLLUTION.
Our eyeballs are under too much pressure in any modern city.
A good enough idea escapes its creators very fast. Just because someone
invents, say, the PowerBook or the slogan "Mean People Suck", doesn't
mean that they will reap the full commercial benefits of the invention.
Even though those who steal the ideas of others can be among the scum of
the earth, they DO play an essential part in the process of the communication
of ideas.
Carlos Santana, on playing behind the Iron Curtain: "You can't build a wall
against the bop." In other words, ideas TRANSCEND politics, even if they are
political.
People of ideas are inextricably aligned, even when their allegiances are at
odds.
Holy Wars, such as pro and anti abortion, or Mac vs. PC, or death penalty vs.
life sentence... well, as important as these issues are, it is impossible to really
change the opinion of anybody in these regards. I'd rather zen people around
to my point of view through getting them to see eye to eye with me on other
fronts and THEN gently nudging them over to my viewpoint.
I feel like I charge up my batteries every time I meet a rad person or stay in
close contact with a person of ideas (like when I'm reading their book).
This book is meant to give you a bit of a charge every time you pick it up. I
would like to take my ability to trade energy with people of soul, and turn it
into an industry in its own right.
In art, there isn't really this sense of competition that you see in commercial
life. Bands always wear t-shirts of other bands, and it's all seen as raising the
consciousness of a community together.
Some of the best things in the world are in-jokes.
It is a cool ability to be able to come into a town and find the parties where
the hipsters'll be at in a couple of hours, even if you don't speak the
language. Luckily, that's an ability I've got.
I can't STAND tourists, and the sooner it's understood that I'm not one of
them, the better I do in a town.
It's typical that Americans tend to hang out exclusively with other Americans
when they're in towns like Prague and Budapest. Typical, truly.
If you take a look at how exactly you discovered your favorite bands, you can
learn a whole lot about the science of the communication of ideas.
I get the feeling that nobody has ever written a book like this before, and that
fills me with a great sense of peace and joy. I can't help it.
Children are great because they've got no problems with looking directly at
things that stick out from the normal. Like me, sitting here with a year-2010-
looking computer on the Charles Bridge in Prague, typing faster than
probably 98% of the population.
Dick: "Here, time turns into space." I do feel a bit like a time traveller, and the
feeling would have been much more intense if I had gone down to Bulgaria or
Romania.
I would like my next trip to go even deeper East. For some reason, I really
relate to the people out here and would like to have a chance at making sure
the process of reinvention and rebirth after being behind the Curtain for so
long has a bit of me in it somewhere.
The concept of a "third world war" has to be taken back. I want to see out and
out psychic WAR against the conspiracies of capitalism and mass media,
against authoritarianism and hierarchy, against YOUR CRAPPY JOB and
against BORINGNESS IN ALL ITS FORMS.
My enemy is INERTIA. I can't sit idly by and let the world slowly decay into a
mass of pollution and despair - I have this compulsive need to insert my
opinions into the collective stream of consciousness, and thereby attempt to
bring some peace back to the world.
I'm not really writing at my best right now, and I blame it on having my energy
sapped by a semi-dull travelling companion. It sucks to spend your energy
and not be appreciated.
Unfortunately, to tell the truth I don't FEEL like meeting people right now. I'm
low energy and there's no amount of caffeiene that can bring me out of this
right now. I think I need to fucking dance, and that's the only way out of this
that I can see.
I'm tired of writing on tis bridge and I think if I go about finding somecool
people to relate to I'll feel a lot more empowered and remember what it was I
was trying to say.
A woman with NO MEAT on her bones is asking for money on this train and
it's very sad, perhaps she has AIDS or something. I've had some really weird
adventures here on the road - witnessed a pursesnatcher getting beaten
down by the cops, seen an old woman and an old man punching a middle-
aged man on the budapest metro... it's chaos, man, the end is near.
Even if the end isn't near, it is very EMPOWERING to PRETEND that it is. It
makes everything seem so much more... well... vital, in a weird way.
I can't help but relate to those madmen you sometimes see scribbling their
obscure thoughts out in public. In fact, that is what I am, for a digital age. I
am having an anxiety attack, of sorts. It's a fine line between genius and
complete mental breakdown, and in fact complete mental breakdown is one
ARTISTIC event in one's life, you must admit.
If this book never sees the light of day, I'll be very, very unhappy and
defeated. I don't know what the fuck I can do with myself at this point in my
life, and it's really scaring me.
I mean, there are a thousand jobs I could get, but after having spent the
greater portion of my early twenties encouraging people to hate their jobs
etc., how can I give up so easily?
Please, God, let me rock at Burning Man. Listen, I can go home and design a
catalog in a day, send it to print and have 10,000 of them done in a JIFFY.
It's either money well spent or money down the drain, but either way, life will
go on. I will survive.
I think I need to get a job just to keep my mind together. I need to be forced
to deal with people, and jobs are great contexts with which to keep one's
mind.
I'd say a good prerequisite for starting your own business should be having
one's marbles intact.
I'm a madman. Don't listen to a word I'm saying, it's like I'm losing my mind
and I'm trying to take as many of you down with me as I can.
I think I'm going to get the fuck out of Berlin tonight. I'll take the last train out,
which I believe will leave at midnight, or maybe I'll take the first one tomorrow
or something. I think it does leave at midnight, which might be a pain but if
I'm around I'll be able to deal with it. I think if Kai is going to be home by six
o'clock, that'll be around now, and maybe I can say goodbye to him at that
point.
Who gives a fuck about what I've got to say, anyway. What am I writing this
for. Why am I going to Amsterdam, even? Why not go right home. I think I've
gotten a lot of what I had to say out, and I'm in danger of repeating myself. I
won't know until I do some kind of bad-ass drug in Amsterdam, but I"m pretty
sure I've got my piece all said.
Anna. I am in trouble, in real jeopardy of losing my mind. I'm not sure what's
wrong with me, but I'm losing my mind once again. This time I think it's for
real. You deserve a postcard or something that details the situation, because
I am really fucking brittle right now and I'm ery afraid of going home. To see
my parents right now would reallly fucking suck.
I hope that when I get home I don't have to deal with Kevin too badly. I mean,
he's a nice guy but I don't want to share a room with him in preparation for
burning man. Do I even know his email address? It's
something@infoflow.com.
I could fill this book with fucking platitudes. Remember that book "All I Ever
Needed To Know I Learned In Kindergarten"? Man, what a waste of paper.
Idiotic reminders to "respect one's fellow man" and "share". That's the kind of
book that gives liberals a bad name; it's like they're SO INTO just FEELING
GOOD that they look RIDICULOUS to anyone living in the REAL world,
where there's barely anyone you can trust and people without legs beg
fruitlessly in the subway.
Poor and middle class people give far more to charity than do the rich. Even
when the rich give, it's often more for tax purposes than for anything else.
There are exceptions to this rule, however.
If you want to eliminate stereotyping, make sure that people who either are
exceptions to the stereotype or who TRANSCEND the stereotype - well make
sure these people enter your world.
I would rather hang out with a Person of Ideas who has nothing in common
with me demographically, than to hang out with someone a lot like me who
doesn't have ideas.
I'd rather hang out with a sixty-two year old Hungarian librarian who speaks
little English but who has an appreciation of me and a lucky glint in her eyes,
than an Indian punk rock kid who can quote all the right books but doesn't
have a respect for ideas.
I'm willing to put up with almost any personality flaws from a person as long
as I sense there's an IDEA somewhere in there.
If a person isn't about ideas, we have NOTHING IN COMMON and I'd really
rather be alone.
Why Bill Clinton is better than Bob Dole (like I even GIVE A FUCK!?)
You are indistinct from everything you say and everything you do, especially
within the first twenty seconds of meeting someone.
Make sure that the first twenty seconds of interaction with anyone is loaded
with secret triggers and invitations to get deeper than the general level of idle
chit-chat. A couple cool lines or a smoky, intriguing look in the eyes indicating
"I AM ALIVE; ARE YOU?" ought to do the trick.
The way people of ideas interact is similar to the way the Internet is built.
There is a computer networking technique called PING that sends a simple
message out to a theoretical other computer on the network. You send a
PING across the network, which basically means simply "ARE YOU
THERE?" and the other computer responds, upon which messages (or
packets) can be transferred.
I'm a bit annoying to hang out with sometimes, but I'm a nice guy and I think
most people are happier with themselves after having talked to me.
Jeez, I hope I never have to talk to another BORING person as long as I live.
This world is MADE for boring people; it is configured as such because they
are the VAST MAJORITY and therefore wield the most economic clout.
We all come from different backgrounds, and even though WE (that is to say,
people of ideas) all are reflections of the same Truth, it is very important that
we are separate in actuality.
The Minutemen: "You lie here naked/I lie here naked/Both on the
pavement/Why are we different?" The reason we're different is so that Truth
needs to be viewed from an insane number of perspectives so that
humanity's cumulative experience is able to grasp it completely.
I sound like a fucking hippie talking about the "Universal Mind" or that "We All
Are One", but seriously, by ourselves we often end up at a loss for how to
continue in life.
It's important not to simply look at the WORDS i'm writing right now, but at
HOW YOU FEEL WHILE READING THEM. I am writing this book in the hope
that you will feel Enlightened while you read it.
Feeling Enlightened is a fucking AMAZING feeling, and I encourage you to
take notes while you read because it's while you're enlightened by ideas that
you yourself may come up with your own best ideas.
Other people of ideas remind us that ideas are the only thing that's worth
living for.
Every band starts out, virtually, as a COVER BAND. A band begins by taking
a poll of its cumulative influences, and blending them together into a fresh
(hopefully) pastiche of influences through which new ideas and riffs
potentially can peek.
Go on, write your own proverbs down RIGHT NOW. (This is known as the
"DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY, SOLDIER!!!!" technique of creativity.)
The Truth is not something you "know", but something you "become"...
something you EMBODY.
While embodying the Truth, get as much done as possible, because unless
you're Jesus 2.0 or the Buddha or whatever, it won't last forever.
The Truth is found in POTENTIAL.
POTENTIAL is what is meant whenever people talk about SOUL. I prefer the
term POTENTIAL because, shit, we all know what Potential is, but the
concept of SOUL escapes people. I mean, point at your Potential and you
know what I'm talking about, but point at your SOUL, and it's like, uhh......
I'm not saying that "contacting alien species" is impossible, but just that there
is no certainty that there exist any, is all.
When life ends, the potential dissipates. We must look at death in the light of
our productivity - what is it that we want to leave behind?
When I die, I want to leave behind things - objects, works of art, a family of
rockin' individuals - that will continue to give inspiration to those who will need
it in the future.
Ideas are immortal. Plato, for instance, is more alive in my heart and in my
mind than most people I will encounter today.
You have every right to construct the Heaven in which you would like to end
up. Don't believe the bullshit about strumming baby angels - believe in THAT
WHICH TRULY ***IS*** IMMORTAL, that is to say, IDEAS.
And I can do all of these things within my mind already. In other words, the
ideas and techniques of ALL people of ideas who have succeeded in being
recorded by the history books, well, they are part of my world as long as I
derive value from them.
Living with an understanding of your place within the world of Ideas is
tantamount to living in Heaven on Earth.
Living WITHOUT these ideas, living in lonely isolation without any indication
that Ideas exist out there at all, is Hell on Earth.
"God" Damn those who have persecuted our People through the ages. Every
single Witch who has ever been burned at the stake did NOT die in Vain.
Let's say I'm at a cheezy dance club, and I'm in the market for a relationship.
Under the right circumstances, the correct girls for me to pitch my schtick to
simply, well, they SHINE. You can see POTENTIAL in the eyes of the right
ones, and simply dullness in the others.
It's as if there's a CLOAK of Ideas that you just put on and all of a sudden you
shine, all of a sudden you are a BETTER PERSON, a person with things to
say and ways to impress the most jaded of people as to THEIR own potential
to don this cloak.
You can never force or predict Ideas directly. They've got their OWN agenda,
and they frankly could give a rat's ass about your schedule, your
commitments, etc.
Only organizations that truly believe in the beauty and fragility of a nascent
Idea deserve to employ People of Ideas. Ideas are like babies, and need
care and feeding in order to grow into something of value.
Most people are like the Static on the radio dial. A very few people are like
actual Radio Stations, like beacons sighted through fog that light the way for
us all. And while every Radio Station deserves a listen, it's inevitable that
there will be only a very few that will be of direct interest to YOU.
Money (and Good Sex and Everything You Truly Desire) is only earned
honestly as a SYMPTOM of a good idea. In other words, having an Idea is
like a MEDICAL CONDITION, a positive plague (unless it's a CONSTRUCT
as opposed to an idea) that infects you that FORCES you to create things,
and if the Idea is followed through into Reality, it will bear rich dividends.
You can't hurry love, and you can't FORCE a lucrative idea into existence
simply to meet your own needs. Better to focus on making your soul a FUN
LANDING PAD FOR IDEAS, and staking your faith in the ones you've
already had.
I'm not the hugest fan of "physical beauty" when it comes to scoping out a
potential mate. It's something that I'm naturally ATTRACTED to, but it's also
something beyond the CONTROL of the person who possesses it.
Furthermore, since it automatically accords STATUS to the person, it makes
them think that they don't need to have anything else to offer.
That said, I've been lucky enough to have several relationships with girls that
I consider beautiful, and it's mostly because I learned how to discount this
attribute when dealing with them.
Obviously, I am attracted to "inner beauty". It has taken wisdom to get this far
within my preferences in women, but I'm looking forward to being better off in
love as a result.
Actually, I could go for a little INNER BEAUTY right now, baby. How about it,
woman? :) I know, I know, it sounds like a "line", and it IS, that's true. But
shit, I mean, we NEED lines in order to find each other, and seriously, go out
with ME and I will VALUE you for what REALLY MATTERS about you.
Physical beauty is transient, but Inner Beauty grows and changes and shifts
and hypnotizes the older you get.
Will you trade your POTENTIAL for a MESS OF POTTAGE? I urge you never
to forsake your potential in order to be closer to things that this society values
as beautiful, because I don't trust society as far as I can throw it, and I will
never be able to throw society.
Have you ever gone out with someone who BORES you? WHY?!? It's
probably because of that physical attraction factor, but really, it ends up being
a HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS.
You cannot change a boring person into an interesting one. It just doesn't
work that way.
PEOPLE DON'T CHANGE. They only Grow. Therefore, if you've got an idea
to convert them to, you need to prove to them that they will be BETTER OFF
living a life with YOUR IDEA in their lives. And it is VERY DIFFICULT to
remove existing ideas from them, even if they're BAD ones.
BAD IDEAS are more like ***CONSTRUCTS*** than Ideas. A Construct (also
known as an Idée Fixé) is something that feels like an Idea but that actually
LIMITS one's potential. (This is as opposed to an Idea that Focuses one's
Potential, such as "I TRULY want to be a doctor".)
Philip K. Dick - "Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, it doesn't
go away." In other words, Ideas, well, unfortunately, as immortal as an Idea
truly is, YOU might screw up and FORGET one once in a while. By turning
your Ideas into Reality, you ensure their COMMUNICATION and you ensure
that they don't die a quick crib death.
You are more likely to get PAID for a PROTOTYPE than for an Idea. While
Ideas are valuable in their raw form, it is the IMPLEMENTATION of these
ideas that can really MAKE YOU RICH, FAMOUS and ATTRACTIVE.
There is SO MUCH to talk about in the context of this book that my mind is
fucking FRIED right now. I ought to leave it for the SEQUEL or something,
but I've got this feeling that I'm only going to get ONE SHOT at being picked
up at this point.
Besides, every band's FIRST record is generally the one to pick up if you're
just browsing their discography.
I have this romantic notion that I can sum up everything that I've learned in
one slim volume, but it's becoming obvious to me that I'm going to be doing a
lot of "journal-mining" (all those notes to myself that I've been keeping over
the years), thereby expanding this book even FURTHER.
It's hard for me to gauge whether this book is going to be very important to
anyone, but I'd like to think that it'll be one of the better, more interesting
books that comes out in 1997/1998.
I like the idea of a book that is conscious of the limitations that other books
have, and that aims consciously to transcend these limitations. I don't want
my book to end up on your shelf after a three-day read; I want my book to
end up on your coffee table or in your bathroom, where you can always get a
quick hit of inspiration before going on with your day.
I'm just warning you - fail to MAKE or DO something in your life and you will
be FULL OF REGRETS. There are some fascinating people who are eagerly
anticipating the evaluation of anything you care enough to create.
When you love someone , you don't need to think about yourself quite as
much.
I miss my old friends, but there's very little I can do except to bear with the
distance and send them postcards from places I can't pronounce.
The human voice is RICH in context and subcontext. This is why we so easily
get addicted to talking to each other on the telephone.
You'll NEVER speak a language like a native if you don't TALK to them, and
they won't TALK to you unless there's a REAL REASON to talk to them.
We drop hints to those who we hope to relate to. I tend to drop hints
haphazardly, without any focus or predetermination, because I like to be
surprised by who answers.
I love meeting different types of people for a reason - I want to discover what
has been learned about Truth from pairs of eyes that differ widely from my
own, so that I can comprehend it from a different angle and learn more about
it.
Meeting people is a form of worship, as well as the creative process. I can
respect Truth all the more when I see how it's been scattered and how
endless are the permutations of it - it reminds me of how Infinite the stuff
really is.
We all invent subpersonae in order to match better onto each given situation.
I'm a bit of an advanced case of this; I am fully aware that my entire persona
shifts, chameleonlike, to match the hopes and expectations of those who I'm
talking to.
I am a different person when I'm at a job interview than when I'm at a punk
rock show. I will touch on a different set of references in front of an emo kid
than in front of a disco fan, and I will swear less in front of a conservative or
Christian or something than I would, say, on my website. In front of a deep
person I am deep and silly, in front of a silly person I am silly and deep. And I
cherish each one of these different personae as different ASPECTS of the
same ME.
Like all of us, I feel this constant need to REINVENT myself in order to feel
less lived-in, more fresh and new. I was actually thinking seriously about
changing my name or changing my hair, and I might go ahead and do that in
the future, but the point is that these are merely cosmetic changes and
therefore not valuable in and of themselves.
You'd be surprised, however, and how much impact a cosmetic change may
really make. If you have the opportunity and the desire to change something
small about yourself, it might be a good idea to take it.
Change involves Energy, and Energy is that which attracts others to us
(indeed, it is a pretty good shorthand definition of being ALIVE itself.)
Therefore, it is healthy and attractive to change minor things in your life
frequently, and to advertise the fact that these changes are taking place.
BEWARE EASY ANSWERS, even the ones that are in this book.
In a Dictatorship, things change rapidly but without depth; the changes are
likely to reverse in a generation or two. In a Democracy, things change very
slowly, but when they do change, they generally STAY changed, and the
changes are much more momentous and effective because they are given
this implication of a POPULAR MANDATE.
On the other hand, in feudal times rulers ruled through the mandate of Divine
Right, which was obviously an artificial construct that only gained relevance
through brainwashing the people into pledging allegiance to even the most
WACKY of kings. These days, leaders rule through the authority of the "WILL
OF THE PEOPLE", which, though it might not seem so, is just as easy to
manipulate.
The tools for manipulating society to enhance your own wealth have changed
from the era of "kings", but the goal is the same. Instead of preachers' robes
and crowns, we give authority to those with capital and access to the media.
Manipulating society should be the goal of every teenage and twenties punk
rocker. Some ways are FUN!!!
Learn from what the Sex Pistols did during 1976-1977. In addition to being a
fantastic, revolutionary band, they reminded people that the purpose of Rock
and Roll was to give HOPE to those of us who can't afford to be bored.
There comes a time in a persons life that one must think, okay, I have had all
of this damage done to me, and I am completely different from other people,
now what? I mean, I want to tell YOU, my PEOPLE, that there is a reason to
keep fighting. That "God" is now alive. Is this not a more important product
than anything else. To be noticed in life? I want my parents to be proud of
me, despite of some of the damage my mom has done on me, I want them to
know that I will always hae money and be happy. I mean, I want them to
know that I will build something with my creation that I will always remember,
. I hae shut them out of a lot of places in my life imagine being the owner of
an empire.
love being alive. I will ALWAYS be alive. After my death, I shall live on in
someone else. I live on in the eyes and in the sparations between all ofu us.
The production of this book has ben a lot of fun. And that's the point of my
use of this media, to show that you can publish whatever you want. You don't
have to have any rules, in fact, the more rules that you break, the better. I
mean, ogo at life with the intentioon of being remembered, and you will be.
my dad rocks. He has saved my life. i love him dearly and i want you to
remember him too, dear reader.
This is not just a book. It's much more. It hopes to confuse the FUCK out of
you, because it is only through UTTER CONFUSION that the truth can be
known.
I trust confusion in a way that I trust a territory with which I'm familiar. I enjoy
being confused, because it indicates that something LARGER THAN ME is
telling me what to do, which moves to make. The conscious self eradicated,
the cosmic dance engaged upon, and fuck no I'm not a hippy.
Anyway, there's a puzzle in this book. It's not a tough puzzle, but it's there,
and when you find it, you'll know. It's basically a puzzle that sort of makes
sure you've taken the time to read this book. The puzzle will reveal a
password into a world wide website.
I know this doesn't seem super rewarding, but hey, as i told you, it isn't a
tough puzzle.
This life is a movie that is about YOU. You are the star, you're the director,
you are the chairman of the fucking board, YOU! And so it wouldn't really be
a book about the truth if it didn't take advantage of whatever technology was
available at the time, and use it in a new way.
So! I have no idea if you have access to a web browser, but it is your mission
to GO FIND ONE. Because this book, ultimately, is a SUMMONS.
JOIN US.
I am writing about these children too, and about the games they're playing. I
love words, and it is the medium I've chosen with which to try and make a
difference. I write about suffering and joy, I write and write and write and
hopefully have the batteries to continue.
And certain people are the answers in the back of the book.
"God" is punk rock. Really. Jesus was indeed a punk rocker, and if you don't
know that, well, you're not a Christian (or you're not Punk Rock.)
This book is about me. It's a giant classified ad, by which I hope to meet you,
to become one with you. To sit around, and not be charged, and not bother
with hierarchy or tradition, and to understand love and truth and immortality.
Certain conversations evoke a mysterious entity that is larger than ourselves.
It's weird, but it's my business to evoke this entity.
I'm trying to indicate that we've all got a potential that remains yet unrealized.
I mean, you ought to be paid more, you ought to be happier, it's true. You
don't need to be a rocket scientist to be immortal - in fact, duh, if you're
immortal, you have been for a while, ey?
this is one funny artistic moment. I wish I had a cmera. I mean, I'm typing on
this computer that says "the end is near" while I'm sitting on my back, fully
clothed, and the computer is over my pelvis and it's weird, it's a kind of
masturbation, isn't it? I mean, masturbation has always been a problem for
me, at least after I learned that it was possible, and this is in a way the
ultimate in intellectual masturbation. In fact, I'm talking to "God" right now and
all I can think about is sex. I mean, I close my ideas wait, i mean i close my
eyes and all I see is sex. People fucking That's right, people fucking.
I'm pretty psyched that I've got this talent of typing on my back with my eyes
closed. It's sort of like riding a bike. It's a talent I have that I don't think
anyone else has, and it's letting mne be pretty fucking relaxed and
concentrating on the eye of God.
Which at the moment is concentrating on throwing pornographic images MY
way.
I am happy.
I am comfortable.
I am the "God" of all street maniac philosophers. Joe Euclid has nothing on
me, because they don't have marketing anything LIKE i've got. I mean, look
out honey 'coz i'm using TECHNOLOGY.
Having a talent that can be talked about is a good way to get laid, i hope. At
least, that's the way I WANT to think. You know, you never get laid by
thinking about getting laid. The best relationships always happen by accident,
or at least against all odds.
I never got to go to the beach very much when i was a gkid. Well, maybe i
did, but for some reason I never really ENJOYED myself like I should've.
I was reading all these science fiction books while other kids were playing. I
was getting my vocabulary (and my mind) stretched by all of these notions of
faraway worlds and empires and things like that. Rush provided the
soundtrack, and oh man how i'm babbling.
That is the truth. The truth is this guy UNDERSTANDS this boat, he
underswtands the see and he is worth chronicling. He's lived, and he's
affected others by making this Rondvaart possible. And I'm in a funny mood, I
feel at peace and at conflict, full of life and ready for death. It's quite, well,
bodhisattvic, to coin a term.
Man, what it must be like to live this life, to live here at Zaandvort am Zee,
and to seee the people of your nation at their happiest. At their most
beautiful. It's got to do great things for your personality. I mean, I wish I were
a creature of such natural ability, but no, I must hide myself within cities and
scenes and in apartments and stuff like that. I have decided to have an
identity that is more in touch with man than with nature. And I'm proud. I'm
proud of the decisions I've made, and it's fucking pure and it's great to kmake
people laugh.
If there's a meaning in life, for ime, it is witnessed within the smile of people
who don't speak a word of english.
I have lived my entire life so in love with words, and with english, but to really
share a moment you've got to transcend words somehow. Words just forma
framework, but it is the TURE DESIRE of humans to reach eachh other, that
is what creates the conversation. SO as such, you can communicate more
with a few grunts and a couple barre chords than most conversations in most
office bureaucracies. But, you know, those exist too for a reason.
Anna passed on to me a tenet of her religion, which was to keep on saying "I
bless this situation". And it's true. The true path around adversity is to figure
out how to love it. No matter how bad the situation you can work it and solve
the puzzle.
Man, this is all hallucinogenic bullshit and not immortal nonsense at all. It's all
been done before, as Jyoti pointed out. I think the truth has always been
around and we're just re-experiencing it, as if it was somehow lost and has
now bbeen found again through our own experience.
It's good to spend some time hating yourself, just to know how it feels. I
mean, it's part of the human experience. But you shouldn't let that get in the
way of having a good time.
I guess i've decided to send messages to my future. It's like, every day, you
have the decision to make, do I live for today? or do I talk to the future. You
can have it both ways. You always can. It's not impossible to see yourself as
both totally alone and totally together. You don't have to wait. YOU HAVE
ALL YOU NEED, o yes.
My point is that to the lindas and the kais and the jennies and all of these
people, and also to the kurts and the annes and the mahatmas of this world
that WE ARE ALL SSEEING EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME. And it's great to
make other people smile and think and learn and the best kind of writing, of
course, is the kind of learning that you wind up teaching to others, right? It's
like a disease, this truth thing, and it's NEVER REALLY OVER
The praise of idiots has this deleterous effect on artists. Look at U2. Look at
Jawbreaker. I mean, these are talented, talented groups who have had TOO
MANY people tell them "wow, dude, your music has changed my life!" Pretty
soon, they start believing that they shit vanilla iceream cones. They start
writing inferior songs, because they're not TRYING as hard, and it's all over
for them as artists.
I am hoping that nobody boring even comes close to GETTING this book.
Really, I'm trying to make it like POISON for boring people. If you're boring
and you're reading this, it'll hopefully MELT YOUR BRAIN and you won't be
able to funciton as you have been ever again. Well, that's the IDEA at least.
You create art out of need. You don't create it out of "oh, I'm so cool.
everybody needs to know what I feel." You create it by accident, and when
you're too confident, well, how can accidents happen?
This guy I'm talking to, Dennis, is CRAZY about French hip-hop. Of all things.
And he went to Paris, and got some Cds direction from the fucking source
(the bands are Iam, pronounced "eeeyum" muthafuckaz")
He's talking about the shared secret thing that is music. He knows music that
nobody else in his town knows, and oh boy, does he feel like a bad-ass now!
And it is TRUE. He is showing me the pimpass sounds of paris (not the
rapper but the TOWN) and it's pretty rocken.
The truth is really a RELATIONSHIP between YOU and an idea. The song is
not just on the disc or tape, but in YOUR RECOGNITION THAT THE SONG
ROCKS. Without YOU, the idea sits there, doesn't get spread.
Because of Dennis, French hip-hop has a chance in this town - AND in san
francisco, because he played some for me and I am down, and through this
book and other press that he manages to attract for it, maybe even further
afield.
You can't be concentrating on one girl in your attack. You've got to care
about SEVERAL, play the field.
"Never put a 'ho before a bro." - Eric Jenson, the guy who taught me about
being an intelligent juvenile delinquent, about fucken shit up as a way of life,
and a lot of other stupid lessons. Cheers, Eric.
I am thinking about cycles right now, because it is high time I went home and
tried to deal with my life from a point of security.
"When you're sick of sittin' around, you wanna travel/Get tired of travelling,
you wanna settle down." - The Grateful Dead, "Truckin'".
Dude, I totally HATE the Grateful Dead, I find them totally dull, but the fact is
they're STILL on our side, whether we want them or not.
It's as if we have this glowing egg within us, an egg that murmurs reassuring
things to us and makes us feel like the ideas we come across are unique
enough to change our lives.
In 1984 by George Orwell, the author posits this world which is totally
controlled and where the slightest dissent is punished by torture. Wouldn't it
be EVEN MORE SINISTER if the strong societal control was used to take
dissidents into prison.... where suddenly they were told Hey! You're actually
the rulers!
In other words, the more strenuous the rules a society's laws become, the
more creative and higher-quality the PRISONERS of such society are.
You can tell a lot about a society by the way its prisoners are treated.
Let's imagine you're Jesus and you've just been summoned back to the
Earth. Let's call you Jesus 2.0beta. What's your story?
If the world is in such bad shape, isn't it a good deed to describe this world?
Is it better to make things better or worse?
I wonder when i'll be inspired to really start writing this baby. It's a good policy
to forget everything for a bit and just fucking relax, but I'm having my usual
self-esteem problems right now and it's tough to concentrate. Everything is
really working out fantastic so far, even though it might seem screwy on the
surface.
i am purifying myself.
hold on and meditate. i know that "the streets are my fucking 'zine" is going to
be a hit, and easy to produce to boot. James had the killer idea with the velo
binding. I ought to call him from Chicago, ask him what's up and how things
are going.
i certainly hope any battery issues kevin seemed to think i was having are a
total thing of the past. let's check it out for a second:
When i'm lonely, i feel compelled to write mere sentimental bullshit, which is
sort of universal but also sort of inconsequential. Ideas are much more
important than emotions, because ideas are gateways to history.
Too many 'zines talk about feelings, but not many about ideas. And I have
DAMN good ideas about media manipulation, about the importance of
fucking shit up, and about the distribution of empowerment to elements of
society that aren't empowered right now.
The mandate is to create so much intellectual, idea-style wealth that I
become an industry, that I teach people how to fucking create good jobs
instead of create yucky ones. Humanity is about transcending the oppression
of this world.
Yes, we vote with our dollars, and it's a pain in the ass to not have any to
vote with. I want to encourage punk rockers to figure out ways to become
empowered by any means fucking necessary.
The question then becomes - in what way is a wealthy punk rocker different
from a wealthy anyone else? I think that punk rock is in a person's blood.
Once a punk, always a punk, and if a punk, one is inextricably against the
braindeath that goes with normalcy.
The aim of the book is to get people to put down the book and get them to
DO SOMETHING. To that extent, it's not unique. But to TRULY LEARN is to
DO. And to DO is to BECOME.
AND I AM NAPOLEON.
Globally, we're getting less and less patient. We want things to go faster and
faster and faster, we bore easier and we're training our kids to learn this kind
of speed. But the consequences of this mean less time to do many of the
good things in life, like get to know one another. Lives dedicated to getting to
know each other are considered boring or something. Maybe that's just me. I
don't count. I am mostly wrong on things, i've got no idea what i'm talking
about, i've got no right to write a book or anything else.
I wish there were someone i wanted to impress with my ideas, but i know
there's nobody.
Because the truth about my art - and Jenny Holzer's (who is my short-term
HERO right now) - is that the WORDS are just one portion of the art - it's the
PRESENTATION that matters even more. I want to create things that are
DUPLICATED. Because DUPLICATION is a form of RESPECT.
Steal these ideas, that I may live forever.
Link to me.
The revolutionary of the 90's can't be anything like the revolutionaries of past
eras. We need to radically rethink radialis if it's going to be fitted to our time.
The modern revolution must take place in ways that are as clandestine and
sustainable. We're not interested in the creation of mass demonstrations -
one too many of those has graced the cover of Time.
Word of mouth is TRULY the "peope's press". Therefore, a new oral tradition
has to be eulogized, and revolutionary messaging must fit into - not a press
release - but the format of a STORY, an interesting story that can be
communicated from one cultural vector (e.g. interesting person) to another.
Book idea - "The Worst Book I Ever Read and other aikido marketing moves"
It is not possible to make a mistake. Not really. You may err in terms of one
or another situation, bbut that closed situation merely opens up the potential
for a new situation to emerge. Failure is an inducement to rekindlye your
energy, and frustration is merely your psyche's way of laying fallow, coiling
for the next great idea to trigger you. There are no mistakes, not in the world
of the idea, and there is always recovery from sadnesss. What is happiness
other than recovery from sadness, after all
this is the final chance I can realaly make to mak e a difference. This is my
final message to a scene that doen't really seem to need me. The tragedy of
the world is that it doesn't really NEED anyone who's creative. Creativity is
sort of an afterthought, isn't it
You take a drug to achieve clarity, and that's what you get. I mean, oh if you
could see the beauty that is revealed to me right now, you would But it's
beautiful, but other peple have it.
u h where was I? Well, tthe ppoint is that I was never really invited to a lot of
the pleasures that go in with being human, such as fucking and fighting and
whatever. I was never invited, even as a kid, and as a result, I have built
myself a bad this is bullshit
Right now, I've got to be frank and say that I don't really matter very much.
Or, more precisely, I don't really matter very WELL. I've been neglecting the
potential I have to make this world a better place, and I've been doing a less-
than-ideal job of reaching out to my fellow human beings.
This section of the site is about the truth. I have decided to write down what I
know, because I am afraid that I may die without speaking my mind. I leave
to you the task of agreeing or disagreeing, because, see, that's part of the
truth as well. Making strong statements that force you to EVALUATE rather
than to merely accept - THAT is a way of using words to fucking MATTER.
Therefore, I want to write a book that isn't just a book. I want to write a book
that is an evolving document, an invitation to PARTICIPATE in the generation
of yet more truth.
This book is yours. I want you to write in the margins. I want you to email
additions to me. I want you to get lost in this document, and to add your
thoughts where you find it appropriate. Somewhere in this document is a
secret code, a code which proves to me that you've read what I have to say.
This word is a password that will allow you to participate in the online
generation of this document. I visualize a document that will grow like a ball
instead of like a stack.
I might need therapy. I'm very lonely and I'm unable to change certain things
about my personality that are threatening my life. I promise that I will go to
actual therapy before killing myself or anything like that. But the idea of
suicide has been introduced into my brain and it might take a surgeon to get
the damn thing out.
What would I tell a therapist? Probably that I'm lonely and that I've lost a lot of
the abilities I used to have, or else I've let them fall into disuse. He might be
like, oh, well, obviously those abilities weren't that great in the first place if
they got you onto that couch, ey?
I used to be able to function without a purpose, but now I'm yearning for one.
My purpose was always something sweeping and fake-historical, like
"prophet of doom" or something. I looked to Public Enemy as heroes, not to,
for instance, my uncle who's a doctor. And that's OK, but I have yet to really
visualize my success doing it, pulling it off as a person who deserves
success. I'm very, very unconfident.
I'm no businessman. I'm barely an artist. I am, quite frankly, good for nothing.
I pretend to care about people but I would never volunteer my services or
time or money for them. I make a big show of being an anarchist, but
seriously, I don't give a rat's ass. I also think of myself as somehow "deep" or
"worthy" or something, but in reality I'm just a wanker. I don't know what's
important in life.
It is true that I share an affinity with all who have suffered. I'm probably being
too harsh on myself because I DO care about those who are suffering, but I
used to be able to become charged up with joy and "pull Slack out of the
ground", like the SubGenius suggest. I used to be able to charge up and then
zap other people into joy with my fucking smile. Where has that ability gone?
Or did I realize that making other people happy wasn't any good?
Because see, that's why I'm writing at all. It obviously isn't because of money,
and it's not because of fame. It is because I am lonely and I know that there
are many of you out there who are lonely as well. Society has not given us an
answer for our isolation - it's only stepped in with products and more
products.
We only interact with each other based on the context of one's INTERESTS,
and too many of us are too timid about our interests (or haven't developed
them enough) to defend themselves against the onslaught of mainstream
marketing.
In other words, if society detects that you've got a vacuum in terms of your
concern for music, it'll rush in and sell you Oasis and the whole pro-Oasis
ideology, and suddenly, hey! boom! you've got a favorite band just like REAL
music fans! And I caution you against this.
I've long labored under false impressions of how people judge each other. I
remember quizzzing myself on the back porch about the discography of the
band Rush, quizzing myself quite thoroughly, before entering seventh grade.
I thought if I knew a lot about Rush and Iron Maiden and Led Zeppelin, the
kids would accept me as one of them. I thought it would set me apart.
Nothing can set you apart if you're ugly like me. If you're ugly, it doesn't
matter if you're a rocket scientist or a neurosurgeon. Nothing matters. You
will never be accepted into the club. ª Girls only lay boys that are cute. This is
as it should be, but it forces ugly boys to vainly try to impress girls in some
way outside of looks. There IS no other way. Girls are only impressed with
one thing - how a boy looks. Anything beyond that only serves to repel them.
A beautiful boy can have the entire world open up to him by shutting up -
being intelligent is a "plus" but it isn't required. (Being STUPID, on the other
hand, is bad - better to be nothing at all, if you're cute.)
Punk used to be for ugly people. Now it's fulll of cute people on the front of
Rolling Stone. This annoys me quite a bit. It used to be that I could feel
comfortable talking to someone as long as we bothhad funny hair, but now, I
don't have funny hair because funny hair is like on MTV. It's a very strange
world.
The only recognition I can hope to get is money. I don't GIVE a fuck about
"indie cred", because without being cute it's worth nothing to me - the idea
that I'll get laid as a result of this book, for instance, is patently absurd.
The absolute WORST crime of all with girls, of course, is to TALK about
being ugly. Well fuck them. This is MY book, here to ruin MY life, and that's
what I WANT to talk about. I frankly don't CARE if you think I"m actually ugly
or not, because that s the way I have shaped MY life. I do want a girl who will
want me for other reasons than my looks, and that is because I am UGLY.
And frankly, I don't think such girls exist. I think a girl can appreciate your
other qualities ONLY AFTER determining that you're attractive. I think they
will ignore me forever because of how I look, and frankly, fuck them then. `
I could write a book called "On Being Ugly". I think that would be a fucking
HIT, because I'm pretty damn sure I'm not a fucking lone. Not on this one.
Don't just worship Christ - BECOME Christ. Visualize what it must feel like to
have successfully lived a life that would go on to give inspiration to millions of
souls seeking something deeper than the pleasures of the day to day.
Visualize how good that must feel, how ACCOMPLIHED that must feel, and
then... MAKE IT SO.
Belif in "God" gets you laid. If you are in the service of an idea, you are at the
height of your attractivenesss. Once you mesmerize someone with ideas,
they are willing to give themselves up to you in ways whichdarn near verge
on illegal.
Han Solo: "Don't tell me the odds. NEVER telll me the odds." Thinking about
whether you're going to succeed just fucks you up. The first goal is to feel
inspired to make something happen - that's why "God" gave us adrenaline,
so that in a crunch our reflexes FORCE that readinesss. In more relaxed
situations, we generally have to wait, though there are ways of speeding that
along as well.
American culture is like a giant marshmallow that eventually overtakes alll
that is aluable and turns it into more of the same commercialized crapola only
suitable for tourists and other assorted squares. Try to envision art that will
never be absorbable.
I sincerely hope that this book will provide inspiration to every single one of
the interesting people in this world, and will be completely ignored by
everyone else. Actually, I hope to slightly annnoy them with this.
I"m trying in life to build UMBRELLAS, because if there's a God, he's got to
be something that's useful to ALL KINDS of different seekers - including
those who have found a path to Truth that they've already accepted. What I'm
talking about is coming up with sentences that appeal - and have direct
meaning to - groups that traditionally have been seen as antagonistic, such
as, say, Christians and Atheists, or Conservatives and Liberals and so
fucking forth. If it's TRUTH, it's USEFUL for ALL people who need use within
their lives.
There are two opposites contending for the world, but they aren't "Good" and
"Evil" or any iteration thereof. Life isn't about being "Good" and avoiding "Evil"
- it's about being able to look around you on your deathbed, satisfied that you
have given it enough of a go to be PROUD of what you've accomplished and
ready to have your potential memorialized by that which you've created -
whether it be a family, a book, a company, whatever.
By living a creative life, you're hoping that you play a part in the tapestry of
ideas that has stretched back to primal man rubbing two sticks together to
make a spark, and stretching out beyond mankind's ultimate colonization of
the galaxies.
If Man is going to be able to live out any kind of POSITIVE science fiction
scenario, a LOT of reconceptualization needs to take place as to how we live
and how we structure society. That said, we as a race have ENVISIONED
this colonization, and unless we fuck it up, it is therefore INEVITABLE. It
might take 10,000 years, but assuming we don't bomb ourselves into
oblivion, this species is worth preserving and extending outside of the bounds
of what we commonly know as our limits.
It is the JOB of "religion" and "philosophy" to remind you that you are part of
a LIMITLESS BEING that is called "sentient life", and as such, you have
every right to act in a way that represents your TRUE DESIRES.
God would not have given us desires if he didn't wish us to act them out.
Arjuna: "Why, then, did "God" create Evil?" Lord Krishna: "To thicken the
plot."
Folks, you KNOW what complacency does to us. Our certainty that america
is the best nation to ever exist on this earth has made us LAZY, FAT, AND
STUPID. Not to mention unhappy. It is the fires of competition - in all its
forms, in business as well as in art - that actually DRIVES america to be
something worth mentioning in the history books.
Admit it, even you white people out there are and were intrigued by the
concept of the Black Panthers and Black Power from the heady days of the
Sixties. There also is continued appeal for white separatist groups, and the
fact is that we ALL prejudge each other, no matter how liberal our attitudes
might be.
So if there is this madate for separatism and prejudice, there's a need within
us to which these groups and ideologies are appealing. Isn't it wise to take a
deeper look at this appeal?
I believe that "if it's within us, there's a way to figure out how to bless it". That
is to say, I believe that even this need to prejudge and to separate can be
recontextualized into something worth fighting for.
The point is that wihin the first thirty seconds of meeting someone or
beginning a conversation, you can tell what that conversation is going to lead
to - whether it's going to lead to something worthwhile, or if the person you'r
talking to is worth the time it takes to talk to them. You can just... TELL, and it
doesn't take very long - you look for bothverbal and non-verbal cues that
indicate that this person either has something to share or doesn't.
It's human nature to attempt to shorten that 30 seconds of fair testing even
further, to shorten it to a mere moment while you look them over. That's the
beginning of PREJUDICE - the second you say to yourself, "Oh, he's gay, I
hate him" you've destroyed HIS chance to prove that he's interesting.
If you are prejudiced, it's truly YOUR LOSS. If you, for instance, never talk to
homeless people (due to some reason other than your own fear, which may
or may not be justified - see SEXISM) - well, you're probably missing out on
some of the most INSANE stories and BEAUTIFUL SMILES you have ever
seen.
By the way, I *love* your smile. :)
Stop "getting away with things" and start fixing up your life in ordre to achieve
what you want. Getting away with things is something you can do up to a
point, but eventually you will lose the courage you once attacked your
transgressions with.
I believe that evil is a subset of good. I believe that if you steal my money or
hurt my friends and family, well, I believe that the shit is going to happen to
you to the best of my ability, but that you are FREE to MAKE THAT
DECISION.
Argument is a drug. Itt can really make us feel ALIVE. It is this "alive" feeling
with respect to arguing that's the most important bit, NOT the idea that
anyone's mind will change.
I've got a pretty handy system here, don't I? I mean, the second someone
contradicts my little paradigm, I call them "boring" or something. This is not
my intention. IN fact, someone who can disagree with me and TEACH ME
SOMETHING THEREBY is like a "God" to me! The problem, of course, is
marketing. These people are in it for THEMSELVES, for their egotistical idea
that they're proving me WRONG or something. REally, argument is not about
proving one person wrong and the other right. It's for understanding the
intersection btween the two sets of beliefs. I am doing what I'm doing
because I believe it has relevance ti ALL people who continue to seek.
If you aren't seeking the truth, if you feel like you've already ACHIEVED the
truth, well, there's really little for us to be talking about, isn't there? Why are
you READING if you know the truth already?
I don't pretend to "know" the truth - just that I (((embody*** it from time to
time. So do you, so do you. When you're having one of those great
conversations and your true self kicks in - when you're reading a book, or
writing one - you are suddenly infused with the truth, and that which you say
rings true and forth for all eternity. Of course, it's the same truth everyone
(interesting) has at similar moments, but don't you see this is BEAUTIFUL?
The ONLY valid basis for UNITY is unity n IDEAS. Through IDEAS, through
communication thereof, lies the secret to all of mankin's ills. Much respect to
those who have something to say AND have a voice with which to say it.
It's over. This trip is over, and Ive done the best I can to tell you some stuff
that's on ,my mind. I've endeavored to do it with depression and humor, with
gentleness and energy. I am hoping that you aren't taking this the wrong wy.
It's not just the idea, of course. It is YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THE IDEA.
Take a look at how different christians worship in different ways, and within
each church there are yet MORE distinctions, etc. etc. See, YOU are a
VITAL PART OF THE EQUATION in this earth. Without humans to host
them, ideas would never see this world.
All religions should have something to say about the way we all are affected
by things like sex and death and joy and pain. I think without referring to this
kind of stuff, a religion might be RELEVANT, but in NO WAY can it truly be
considered "complete".
It is difficult for me to regard anyone who hasn't really had adversity in their
lives as fully human. This is why people have problems wit so-called "cute
white males" - because people of ethnic backgrounds in western countries
(ethnic meaning non-white) have a more outward indication of having gone
through some adversity , if only be token of being out of the majority in a
country that for most of its history has been regarded as white.
If a white male has some outward indication of having gone through some
bullshit, well, it's a lot easier to take this person as a valid and fucking REAL
human being. O yes.
I was talking about stories before, and I'd like to expand that into a
Networked Model of Collective Human Consciousness.
Basically, my point is that when you're in touch with That Spirit Which Gives
Us Ideas, well, you're much more than a single atomic human. You are
REPRESENTING the collective human mind. You are actually FAR more
important, and your moves are amplified by this importance.
Certain nights, certain acts of mayhem and pure rebellion, have this EPIC
feeling about them. It feels like you're living a movie, and the casting and plot
become very, very significant.
I love experiences that lead to STORIES. Stories help you turn memories into
something communicable - sort of like a PACKET in the network - and they
always give hope to people that there's potential in life that they haven't
tapped yet.
For instance, I just met this guy who met this wonderful girl in Munich. He
invited her along to the concentration camp at Dachau, which he had planned
on visiting, and on the train back from the camp, well, they sort of hooked up.
It was only when he was relating this to me that I was like, "dud, you took her
for a first date at a CONCENTRATION CAMP?!?" Wow, how fucking crazy -
as far as I know, that's the WACKIEST place to fucking take someone on a
date... Basically, this led to a small discussion of a "top ten least promising
first dates", but jeez, that one took the cake! I mean, that's so TASTELESS,
it's insane!!!
The above anecdote means to illustrate that never before have I totally
thought about "first dates" as an ART FORM, you know. Not just that, but it's
also turned into an ART FORM with a PUNK movement - that is, it's now
interesting to come up with BAD first dates!!!
Before getting on this train, me and these two Finnish girls deliberately ate a
lot of garlic soup. The reason we did this was because the soup tasted very
very good (it was definitely ART), but also so that we could smell badly
enough that we'd get our own compartment in this train. Even though it didn't
work, that is one Artistic use of soup, wouldn't you agree?
That's the problem with religion today. Very litle of it could possibly be
construed as "fun".
I'm not the most disciplined person in the world, however, but I sense that I
*am* very religious, so it's important for me to choose a faith that I won't get
kicked out of!
The only faith that could tolerate a whippersnapper and hell-raiser like me is
the Church of Srini - that is to say, the Do It Yourself Religion that I'm trying
to propose to you in this document.
There are functions of organized religion that make a lot of sense, such as
the community aspect, the emphasis on some kind of discipline, the respect
for one's elders and for ancient wisdom, and the continual reminder of the
importance of the quest for Truth. I'll acknowledge these functions, adn I'd
like to stick them into the Church of Srini (or whatever it ends up being).
Religion makes many of life's important decisions for you, which is a royal
pain in the ass and which doesn't allow for circumstancial decionmaking. This
decisionmaking is a large component of the free will component of what I
love about life! I mean, shit, why should I let some 2000-year-old bastardized
faith tell me who I can and can't fuck?
The more control you have over other people, the less you have over
yourself.
Stories bind us together. They are the currency of any relationship - not just
the relating of these stories, but the CREATION of these stories. That's what
romance is all about - it's about ADVENTURE, about this thing happened and
then this thing and then BOOM!
If you get very, very good at creating stories with someone, well, you're going
to stick around. This is how the best relationships begin and keep going -
when THINGS OCCUR, when things aren't totally static.
I've seen relationships without romance, and I've been all like, well, what's
the fucking POINT? I mean, sex is a great way to meet people, but why meet
these people if they aren't going to, well, potentially CHANGE YOUR LIFE?
You know, I'm not going to overdo the love/romance angle in this book. There
are some truths that are relevant for this book within that whole scene, but it's
also like, jeez, what is this, "srini's tips on how to get laid"? Because, friends,
you can FERGET it, i've got no clue and I frankly don't think you care. Which
is as it should be.
That said, there are many lessons that good sex can teach us - many
lessons that can be extrapolated from the sex act to encompass the total
human experience.
Sex is a SYMBOL for an idea. Sex can be a MEDIUM - in other words, great
sex is REMEMBERED, creates a great story, and reminds others about how
important it is to have great sex. Great sex, like a great idea, keeps you up all
night. And ultimately, just like ideas, the natural goal of great sex is to bear
fruit.
It is so important to have the experience in life of nursing an idea all the way
through conception to birth through to success and its independence. The life
cycle of an idea resembles the human life cycle, with the exception of death.
Once an idea is visualized, it EXISTS and there's no winking it back into non-
existence.
An idea can certainly be based on a false statement. Often this leads to the
formation of a CONSTRUCT - something that looks like an idea but isn't
useful. An example is the idea that the moon is made of green cheese.
Actually, the old idea that the moon is made of green cheese did serve the
function of temporarily closing up an uncomfortable hole in mankind's
knowledge base. Since it was inadequately closed up (i mean, what kind of
ridiculous notion is THAT for the composition of a heavenly body!), mankind
sort of was vaguely motivated to figure out the veracity of the idea as quickly
as the technology was available.
Bad luck is not the opposite of good luck. Bad luck is better than no luck at
all. At least bad luck indicates that "fate" or "god" or whatever is TALKING to
you.
Not to sound like a hippy but it's important to bless any situation, to
acknowledge it and to survive it to the best of one's ability.
I'm a bit fan of the "whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger" philosophy,
especially since I have come to value the very difficult periods of my life as
growing experiences par excellence.
If the Big Bang began with a Cosmic Egg, was there also a Cosmic Sperm?
I'm amazed at the richness of biology, and the apparent coincidences and
very rational developments that have led to our existence as sentient human
beings (well, at least SOME of us).
I am a Humanist. This means that I believe that Humans have been given all
of their facilities and emotions - even ones that seem like negative ones - for
a REASON, and that it is up to philosophy and science to determine the
proper function for these developments.
Looking on my life, things that have happened for apparently no reason have
wound up being some of the most important decision points for me.
Zen and many Eastern religions are based around the elimination of effort
from life. They revolve around finding spiritual peace, finding a way to lose
the focus on individual EVENTS that happen in our lies and focus more on
the PROCESS that is living.
Actual Zen is about the ELIMINATION of Events entirely. It's the most radical
of all Process-based Eastern philosophies because it relates stories of
enlightened people barely moving for two hours and calling that a lesson.
We are challenged to drop our "worm's eye view" every time we glimpse the
larger PATTERN behind the lives we live. In other words, sometimes it feels
as though individual events are actually CHOREOGRAPHED, like we're part
of some kind of (i hate this word) cosmic dance, and the right partners will
find each other.
I highly recommend your getting the Crowley-Thoth Tarot Deck and spending
some time with it and the book Tarot: Mirror of the Soul by Gerd Ziegler.
The magic of things like the Tarot is that they RANDOMIZE the truth for you.
You know, there's something in that randomization process that makes it
SEEM much more magical. The thrill of worrying whether the girl you like
draws the "love" card or the "lust" card... well, what it is is that you need this
sense of DANGER when learning the Truth. This book and its random
lurching from topic to topic is trying to do the same thing to you - it gets you
tired, but on the other hand it lets you draw from it at your own pace.
I love the idea of communicating the Truth in a brand new way. I was told by
an expert on a subject (a professor who just happens to be a great kisser)
that books of proverbs were big in the 17th century, and she gave me this
idea to call these individual bullet points "proverbs". I thought that was really
cool. I mean, that's one of the better books in the Bible, you know, Proverbs -
they're short, to the point, and illustrative. Just like the Ramones, O Yes.
Don't you wish you had had a chance to shape history sometimes? Don't you
wish you could teleport your lame band back to, say, 1962 or something, and
reinvent rock and roll in your own image?
The point of being a person of ideas is not to wax nostalgic for bygone eras,
but take the input given us by the past (both distant and recent) and turn it
into a vision for the NEXT PHASE of a medium's development.
The Finnish girl across from me has a beauty to her that is very quiet and
obscure, but it's ery inspiring. It's difficult for me to stop thinking about
possibilities between us.
Possibilities expand logarithmically when two people truly click. Every twist
and turn in circumstance starts to fucking ROCK.
This is why when you run into ONE interesting person, you actually will run
into SEVERAL. We run in packs. And we don't waste time, so anyone who is
worth the friendship of one of YOUR friends is definitely friend material (or, at
least, entertaining enemy material).
You are reading this book RIGHT NOW because you are GETTING
something out of it. If you aren't getting something out of it, well, shit, SELL IT
or something. GIve it away as a gift. Burn the damn thing if you hate it so
much. JUST DON'T BE INDIFFERENT TO IT.
It is the job of society and this world to PAY US WELL for pushing the
nvelope. Or at least adequately.
FUCK wage-slavery.
Wage-slavery serves only ONE purpose - you don't know how valuable your
own time is until you WASTE it making money for SOMEONE ELSE.
Some jobs are cool. SOme jobs let you learn, empower you, prepare you to
become your OWN boss, either inside the same company or in the context of
your own. Hey, I *bless* these jobs. If you've got one, and it's available, and
it's in the field of marketing or public relations or EVANGELISM, well, hey call
me up!!!
But I like to think I'm going nuts right now in creative, fantastic ways. In a very
unique way, I am being driven crazy by the strength and the strangeness
ofmy ideas, which I believe are UNIQUELY COMMUNICABLE.
I am playing a GAME with you, you see, with CULTURE ITSELF> Visualize
culture as a human body - I am trying to manufacture these viral agents - or
ideas - that will hopefully infect the fuck out of it and bear fruit that I simply
cannot preduict.
The cool thing about crisis situations such as travelling is that you can
function on VERY little sleep. Also, you become SO ATTUNED to the lay of
the land and the symbols therein that you almost can understand languages
that you've never heard before.
Graffiti is such a funny art form. It's like this spreading viral cancer across the
previously clean surfaces of the land that's probably, oh i don't know, reached
all the way out to fucking mongolia by now.
I wish graffiti had something more to say than "I was here". There have been
some very, very interesting "I was here's" that I've seen, but I don't wan t to
think that that's the only potential of this superb medium.
I want graffiti to become content, because it's one of the coolest mediums out
there - it's even better than stickers, in a way (except for the speed with
which stickers can be disseminated as opposed to graffiti (which seems to be
pretty painstaking)). It
"When I get lonely and I feel I've had enough/She sends a comfort comin' in
from above." - Golden Earring, "radar Love".
The psychic connections between people are really beautiful, you know. It's
like, in a very real way I'm connected to my last girl in a way I am not with the
other people riding in this booth in this train. Not to say that there isn't
potential in these people in this booth - they all seem cool, well the depeche
mode fans are abot as weird as I am probably. But the point is that I'm right
now NOT alone.
Oh, but in other ways, of course I am. Still, it is a comfort to know that if
something happened to me in Amsterdam, for instance, someone would take
notice and miss me.
What made me love the last person I loved? It was something more
important thanher raw interestingness. See, this is where the theory might
just fall apart.
Love must have chaos involved in it or else it really doesn't work. YOu've got
to not know what the fuck you're doing, and you've got to pretend that it
doesn't matter anyway.
That UNDO button REALLY HAS TO GO. Whew. That was close.
No matter how much oney someone else with ideaas has made, no matter
how famous, no matter how fucking RAD their banad was or their art is or
whatever, the point is that YOU have the potential to EQUAL OR BETTER IT.
All music that's worth a fuck has a sense of INVENTION rolled up into it. YOu
can just FEEL the members of Blue Oyster CUlt sitting around and smoking
joints in the studio and listening to the mixes for "Don't Fear THe REaper"
and going, holy shit, boys, we've just made some HISTORY!
Obviously, th etwo Milli Vanilli boys doidn't have this happen to them. But you
CAN see their MANAGER going, "Well, you boys sure are pretty, but you
can't sing for shit... HOLD IT, I've got an idea! we'll LIP-SYNCH!!!" To me,
THAT is the moment when the idea comes into it.
When you go to a museum to see an exhibit, you've got torealize that the real
art is more than JUST the artwork that's on exhibit. The real art is also in the
arrangement and preparation of the fucking exhibit itself. Like who makes the
decisions to put Nam June Paik's works on the subject f television next to
Jeffery Koon's sculptures of Michael Jackson? That is a CONSCIOUS
decision if you're at a good museum, and it's almost like a puzzle to figure
out.
Life IS a puzzle to figure out, at least the good bits are. The good bits give
you a feeling that THERE IS AN ANSWER OUT THERE SOMEWHERE>
That ther IS a REASON for the crazy things you've done and that you feel.
That's something that's really important to me, a feeling of understanding the
INNER LOGIC with which ideas flow.
This "fuck the USA" shirt is really funny to wear, it gives me a kind of rush
that I've really never experienced before.
I usually don't like wearing my own shirts, because it's like, what am I trying
to prove? But this time I've let that rule slide and I'm pretty happy with it.
There IS a puzzle in this book. YOu have to find it, and figure it out, and if
you do you will win something very, very interesting and valuable. Good luck.
I am sitting here wondering at the depeche mode fan across from me "Are
you a boy or are you a girl?" It's REALLY about as ambiguauos as I've ever
seen it. I think this is a bona fide transsexual we've got here - a girl who got
herefucking tits lpped off.
Yeah, that's right motherfuckers, I'm JUDGING YOU as well as your judging
jme.
It's weird how you only need one hit and you're taken care of for life. YOu
know, one REAL hit. I'd like to figure that out instead of working for a living, I
think that's a ride I'd like to check out.
Well, the thing about interesting people is that I'm even sort of inspired when
they CHEAT me. A conductor just ripped me off of 50 zloty, which is about
$18. Thank god, that's no big fucking deal. It might've been a mistake, too,
but the guy sort of gave me the runaround aboutbeing a gemini and all that
stuff - apparently we're the same age, same birthday, everything! So, hell, if
***I*** were Polish, with MY morality being such shit, well hell, I might be in
the ripoff circuit too. I fairly threw my money at him, that's the big problem. It
is wise to never THROW money at someone because they're likely to think
it's a fucking football and take off for the goal line with it, instead of giving you
want you just paid for.
I hate these polish trains. I don't know, there's something SEEDY,
untrustworthy about them. I am like a pregnant mother with this baby, and if I
lose it i am liable to, oh, shut up, i won't lose it.
I got to ride on my favorite carnival ride today. It's the one that goes all the
way upside down, you know, like twin hammers sort of. I held my bag down
with my knees and I was very, very happy.
I hope I can sleep on this train. I am worried about it, bu I think I might be
able to manage it.
Really, the other three guys in this compartment seem honest enough. But
they might be the kind of weird dockworker types that rip you off and it sort of
scares me sometimes that this attracts too much attention.
In fact I just attracted the attention of one of the guys here, and he sort of
asked me what the fuck I'm doing in his stilted english. I am now going to be
pretty damn paranoid because I don't sense that our little exchange went
very well.
I am going to put this away now, but what the fuck am I going to do until I fall
asleep?
Now that it's out, maybe I'm better off leaving it out. Hmmmmmm. I usually
use the bag as my pillow but this time I might have to get even more serious
and twine it around my neck or something.
Vulnerability is a drag.
The guy is acting like an asshole. He's scaring the fuck out of me. I think he's
pissed that I don't know Polish. He just tapped me on the head a couple
times. I have the worst feeling about losing this machine that I've had the
whole trip. I hope he starts to leave me alone.
In this world there are good risks and bad risks. And there are also "goood"
risks and "bad" risks. I'm not talking about ODDS in the second sentence. I'm
talking about the consequences of the risk themselves. In other words, go
ahead and tell me all about your scheme for making a million bucks. (Better
yet, DO IT.) But don't try to impresss me with the fact that you've done
heroin. I mean, JESUS.
You can judge a person by the risks he takes. Life is never without risk, but
it's the way we APPROACH risk that is indicative. I sometimes appear
(especially to my parents) to be ADDICTED to ADDING risk and uncertainty
to my life.
Things that are "certain" rarely have that rock'n'roll flair that our generation
craves. Is this a good policy, or is it conditioning?
You've got to make a choice with the seat of your pants. You've either got to
sit on it or FLY BY IT.
The polish countryside is flashing past me. If you're ever going to pay real
money for tickets in Eastern European countries, ALWAYS PAY ON BOARD
and ALWAYS PAY IN THE LOCAL CURRENCY. You can save up to 200%
this way!
Why isn't there a coupon book for punk rockers? Or maybe a Farmer's
Almanac of wisdom, anecdotes,
"I'm tired of being told/What to think./I'm tired of being told/What to do./I'm
tired of fucking phonies/That's right I'm sick of you." - Wire, "Mr. Suit".
It is hard for me to continue writing at this point without doing at least a bit of
review, but I'm afraid to lose my forward motion thereby. Although, what
would be wrong with hitting the ground in the USA with an actual, finished,
complete, edited document?
In the end, nobody gives a FUCK what you think, and your opinion counts for
SHIT. It is only what you DO and who you ARE that matters.
There's a girl in Berlin that I don't know what to do with, because I have the
sneaky suspicion she actually likes me for the right reasons. I mean, she's
really INTO the idea of this book, and I am actually WAY WAY into the fact
that she seems to be into it! PLUS, SHE GAVE ME GOOD ANSWERS TO
MY STANDARD QUESTIONS, SUCH AS, "ARE YOU REALLYY LOOKING
FOR MORE ADVENTURE IN YOUR LIFE?"
HEY, IF THER IS ONE THING I CAN PROMISE A GIRL WHO LIKES ME, IT
IS ADVENTURE.
Romance = adventure. Romance is different from love, but you know, it's the
part that gets you through the ookiness of the first two years in the love
process. Wow, do I love romance. I love kisses that last for three days. I love
being a teenager again. I saw these two teenagers on the Ubahn before I got
on this train, and oh man were they going at it, and they were hysterical and
equal and sexy as all fuck, and I threw change at them before I got off the
train. It was really cool.
The woman next to me is knitting. Six hours worth of knitting, versus six
hours worth of typing. Knitting probably makes a lot more sense.
I like the feeling that I'm getting MORE out ofthis trip than the other slummers
around Europe. What a souvenir this book will be if nothing else, ey? I can't
wait for my kids to read it.
I called my sister today, and boy am I happy about that. Jeez, I love that little
girlzzzz
My posture on this train isn't really working because my joints are getting stiff.
I'm going to stop bnow.
That said, belief in a higher power has the potential to be an EFFECTIVE and
HELPFUL way to live life.
The problem with religion is that people have let institutions teach that
religion is something other than FUN and PERSONALLY EMPOWERING. I
aim to change that.
First of all, belief in "God" is a great way to meet girls. :) By staking my beliefs
in an interesting format, I have something to talk about that speaks to people
in a deeper way than just talking about, oh, fashion or whatnot.
God might not exist, but He certainly gives us fun stuff to talk about.
I don't CARE what my destiny is, I just like to be reminded that it's THERE.
I am sooooo happy right now, for some reason. It's like I can see myself
acting and writing and speaking as if I were informed by a higher power.
Philip K. Dick posited that there was a satellite up there, named VALIS, that
fired essential information at us in order to be able to overthrow the legacy of
the Roman Empire.
The world inflicts damage on us in the form of friction. To live one's dreams is
to achieve one's natural state, but the ruth is things get in the way, from bills
to kids to relationships gone sour to current events.
We need to relish the chaos, the CHURN which turns our world upside down.
The reason travel is so great is that we are constantly forced into one chaos
situation after another. Learning to respect and to manipulate chaos is the
key to truly growing in life.
Only when our conscious mind is distracted with such "trivial" matters as
where you're going to sleep that night, do you get exhausted enough to just
have faith in the fact that things are going to turn out okay.
Ideas do not come from the conscious mind. They might come from God, or
they might come from that whole "we only use 10% of our brain capacity"
thing. Or they might come from aliens, or elvis, or whatever. But the
conscious mind can't come up with them - because, if you ever just sit there
trying to think of an idea, well, that isn't the way it works.
It is better to pliaigarize a great idea, than to create a work with no ideas at all
involved in it. Then again, it's better to create a work with a BAD idea, than to
copy someone else's idea.
I think "God" is just a shorthand for the collective potential and cumulative
ideas of humanity. Just as each human has a given potential, humanity itself
might be somewhere else in a moment or a year or a millenium. Who can say
what will happen to Humanity?
When you act in accordance with your POTENTIAL, you truly fucking ROCK.
When people say "that cat's really got SOUL", it means that the person is
giving it truly all they've got and with fantastic results.
I'm thinking about a girl right now, and it's easy for me to be distracted by that
kind of thin.
Sadly, the girl is kind of (not really) standing me up. I had kind of an
adventure last night, which was really stupid of course, and I have to say that
it's likely that "God" willed it because he doesn't think I'm ready for a trul
lovelife yet.
I am going to sleep on the train to prague tonight. I can't believe I'm leaving
this town, but it will be good to sit on the Charles Bridge and just write.
I long to be with the woman of my dreams, whoever she may be. I guess I
am as vulnerable as any other guy, but I am sort of lucky because I am
simply not obsessed with sex. Kissing, now THAT i'm obsessed with, but I
don't have any need to go too crazy with people in order to really see them
as they really are.
When I was younger I used to wonder what it was that made women the
listeners and men the talkers in most conversations. I found that men were
generally placed in the role of proving something to women, as opposed to
the other way around. I was not clear why this should be.
I've got ten minutes to describe why I'm going to miss Budapest, and I'm
finding that it is tough to really pin down. Budapest is like a place where
washups like me come and escape the pressures that are placed on us in
more competitive areas . I've notieced a trend among the people here, a
sense of aimlessness and a shrugged realization that we've truly given up on
success within the normal context of the word. It's sort of wistful, and the
people who wind up here wind up smoking a whole lot and angling for sex
whenever they fucking can. I looked a bit of the weirdo with my little book
project, but I have to say that this, oh my god, was a TRUE VACATION. I
thought about NOTHING but thinking aitself, and I truly recaptured a bit of my
spirit that I had lost a long, long time in the past. I'm not even putting this very
welll, in fact, there's no reason tis should be in the book at all. But I'm coming
back here, someday. I can tell that this city has really made its mark on me,
and I'm full of gratitude.
I will soon get to talk about "what's wrong with America", and also,
surprisingly enough, what's RIGHT about that. Stay tuned. NExt stop -
Prague for a couple of days...
Travel is good. Travel forces you into situations where you're not really able
to deal without solving problems you've never had to solve before. Travel
forces you to meet people, to ask questions, to be confused. Within travel is
potential, even for the most jaded of individuals.
The Truth is a shifting, fluid reality that pierces through a cloak of irreality.
The Truth is where Potential and Actual meet. You know the Truth when it
happens, and it's always happening somewhere.
The Truth is not something you "know" - it is something you BECOME from
time to time. The Truth is indivisible from the Self. We exist in order to give
expression to the Truth.
This gives rise to the question - WHY? Why does the Truth flit in and out with
each day? Why can't we be constantly enlightened? Well, the answer is that
perhaps THE essential property of the Truth is that it FUCKING MATTERS. It
cannot just blend in with the everyday diorama of being - if it did, we wouldn't
be INSPIRED by it.
The word "Inspire" comes from the same Latin root as "breathe".
What is life but to live with the potential of inspiration?
Giving birth to an idea - that is, REALIZING it from its CONCEPTION to its
REALITY - is a painful, strenuous process. Funny isn't it, how our species'
maternity cycle maps so closely onto the process through which Truth
realizes itself.
The Truth moves. As X once sang, cryptically, "This is the game that moves
as you play." Even negative movement is much more indicative of the
presence of Truth - or, at least, the POTENTIAL for Truth - than stasis on a
more-or-less comfortable state.
And once you have a Dream, once you fall in Love, there's really nothing you
can do about it. The Truth is compulsive, or at least it forces us to be
compulsive about it.
While you wait for Truth to impact you, however, it's sort of a good idea to
figure out how to get paid. If you're going to be waiting around for inspiration
to strike you, don't dilly-dally about - figure out a way to collect the universal
tools for the success of any idea. Accumulate a bit of capital (whether it be
economic, s0cial or cultural capital) and be patient.
Don't die. That is, please don't ruin your potential in ways that you can avoid.
As I type this, the man across from me just gobbled down two huge personal
pizzas from pizza hut. He looks like an intelligent fellow, but if that's his
commuting habit, uh, that's really bad news for him over the long run.
I should talk. I die every day. I am pretty "God" damned unhappy with the
course my life has been taking, and I can really only blame it on the effect the
Truth has had on me. I know that I feel what I feel for a purpose - namely, the
only joy I have in life is in being in contact with the Truth in some way
(generally by communicating it). Since it's the only joy I really have, I am
compelled to keep following it, to keep getting better and better at digging on
it. It's the only thing I seem to be any good at, and fuck you if you disagree -
you bought the damn book.
Why does living on the edge in some way make us feel like we're pursuing
the truth? Could there be some interrelationship between Truth and Death
that I'm not superclear on?
There is, there must be. There is a definite correlation between Truth and
Orgasm, and there are abundant references to Orgasm as being like a little
Death.
There are obviously positive aspects of Death. Death means the surrender of
our bodies, of our "containers" as the idiot comet cult put it. Ideas, also,
enable us to forget our bodies. And in a strange way, so does Orgasm - even
though it's the ultimate realization of the Body, it is actually in a way the
SUBLIMATION of the Body. If the Body is akin to the solid phase of matter,
the sexual cycle is the liquification and thereupon the vaporization of the
Body.
Sex and Death are related, also, because they're the two forces that are
universally viewed as "obscene" by squares.
People with Soul recognize each other. There's like a glimmer in the eye, or a
catch in the voice, that indicates that "this person HAS potential. this person
is NOT to be ignored."
Once in a while we may try to disguise this, but we do so to our own peril,
and eventually we are found out. Best to leave our potential dangling out,
enormous psychic appendages that let others know that YOU EXIST!!!
If it weren't for this immediate recognition thing, I would never have stumbled
upon truth.
Truth is like a drug, and also, it is the antidote to any drug. Well, perhaps not
the PHYSICALLY addictive type, but as I write I am drunk off my ASS on
British beer in a strange bed, and I really fucking ought to be sleeping it off
ey? but the point is that all of that's immaterial, isn't it, when confronted with
the Vastness of Realization.
Uh, maybe that ain't so, 'coz i'm about to crash again. Good night to yuz.
I wrote this book because I might die tomorrow, and because i can't sleep
today.
The Beastie Boys have done cultural manipulation with great skill. Their first
hit, "You've Gotta Fight For Your Right To Party", was a brilliant thing
because - think about it, this is remarkable for 1986 - it's not about "love" or
about anything associated with the dynamic between men and women, but it
still hit number one. Wow. In fact, it's a complex dialectic whose fundamental
message is an anarchist one - "Your parents, your school, and whatever
other institutions under whose control you are HOLD YOU BACK. Drop your
allegiance to that which holds you back. LIVE."
Yes, the Beastie Boys are defintely down as all git-out. "Do you think that you
can front when Revelation comes?" They have this knack for constructing
songs that have subversive intent that fucking SELL. Remember, you can be
the most anarchist or whatever motherfucker in town, but it ain't SHIT unless
you can make people BUY it.
There is Anarchism, and then there is Not Giving A Rat's Ass What Becomes
Of One. I may feint towards the former, but it's obvious that the latter is a
more powerful philosophy with more universal appeal.
As much as I think I know why I'm in Europe, heading towards Scotland of all
places, I don't have a clue. I am really without function here. I came to
Europe to sell stickers, and I don't know how likely that is in hindsight. This
book is more an excuse to get my mind at ease with myself than anythin
else, and I'm worried that it won't be taken very seriously by you, the reader.
I'm worried that you'll think that this is all merely a product of a deranged
imagination, or, worse, that you think I'm completely untalented and unworthy
of being deemed interesting.
This is one reason to hate most media. The point of media originally was to
communicate, right? To let each other know of our existence, and the
existence of the products we've created for each other. Unfortunately, it
seems to have become an enormous directing hand for our psyches,
constantly trying to rearrange our thought processes away from that which
we know to be important. We structure our true desires in order to map better
on the advertisements offered us, because we understand the lifestyles
portrayed in those advertisements far better than we understand any
alternative lifestyles.
Never question your own divinity - that way lies madness. You're destined to
play an important part in the unfolding of events up to and through the
millenium - you have been CHOSEN, you are ONE OF US. If you are
isolated, please get in touch with me as soon as possible at
srini@unmerican.com - RIGHT NOW, in fact.
The problem with this world of facts is the way it breeds isolation. Isolation is
the ultimate enemy of the soul, and yet, it's the ultimate prod for us to resume
and multiply our actions. Unfortunately, it is not named as such, and we have
learned to accept our isolation. This must stop.
Being alone is not the same as being lonely. You can be alone and be happy
- shit, that's pretty much what I am right now. (Although I'm not sure if the
state I'm in qualifies as "happy" - more like "beatific". I am blessed, swept up
in the magic of typing while the countryside whizzes past me... but get me
thinking about my life and oh will I ever complain). At any rate, you can be
totally lonely within a crowd.
We all serve a purpose here, all of us with potential. The meaning of life is to
KEEP SEARCHING, to stay dynamic and to pray for a better way to exploit
our potentials, right? Joy. Wonder. Dreams, and their fulfillment. These are
the things that I long for most dearly, these are the things that I need to find
love to truly achieve.
"God" grant me the energy to FUCK SHIT UP, you know? And to visibly add
energy to any stagnant situation. I want to be known as a battery, as a flame
that lights a million wicks. I'm doing a poor job of it up thill now, but I'm trying.
I have a vague idea of what I was born to do, and that desire has to manifest
itself with reater strength if I'm going to manifest my promise, ey?
"God" is a collective that is composed of the potential that resides within all of
us. "God" needs to recognize us as well - which is the same as saying that
other people of SOUL need to recognize us.
On our own, we can get a lot done, but we rarely take the time to
acknowledge those others who keep us engaged enough to stay alive. I am
writing this book for all of us, and I am writing it for myself, but I have a few
people specifically in mind when I'm writing this. And I thank them.
Each person of SOUL is like a brain cell in the Mind of God. It is through Art,
that is to say, through our conscious and voluntary product, that these cells
are able to work together as one. It is only through working together as one
like this that we will be able to graduate to the next stage of our species'
evolution.
What will the next stage look like? Well, if you have the right set of eyes in
place, we're ALREADY THERE. When you see the world through a filter that
excludes that which is BORING, well, there is truly so much to see!
The problem is that we are constantly distracted from this beauty and purity
by the BULLSHIT that has come along with an accelerated culture. I am no
luddite, but it is obvious to me that with every advance that the Interesting
have made, the Boring have followed closely behind.
Noise follows Signal. It is inevitable that any new media's finest days are its
first ones. But I'm defining "new media" in very, very vague terms - in other
words, though film has been around forever, "Slacker" was the first film with
its particular adjectives in front of it (plotless, do-it-yourself, in Austin). For
instance, to my knowledge this is the first book to be written on a PDA while
travelling through Europe.
I know that what I'm doing might be stupid, and I know this book may be seen
as valueless by many of you, but the point is that I don't think anyone has
done anything quite like it before. I have my influences, books that just talk
about ideas in vague format instead of trying to forward a plot or whatnot, but
if I felt like anyone had addressed the matter of Truth from a generation-
whatever perspective and in plain English, I probably would not be bothered
with lugging this silly thing around Europe.
Did I mention that through Art you can escape Death? A good enough work
of Art is not of its time, it is of the Ages. Especially in these days of
recordable media, you can send bits of yourself through to forever, in much
the same way as did Socrates. I am writing this with certain cultural
references in it that will date it, but I am also writing it with the hope that it will
remain as relevant in a thousand years as it is today.
One can also escape Death through Love. In fact, that's the most common
way to pull it off, and since Love seems to be such a remote prospect for me,
that is why I have only Art to turn to. But the Love gambit is indeed a beautiful
one, and the orgasms are terrific. For more information, please look up the
best classic rock song in the entire world - "Don't Fear The Reaper" by Blüe
...yster Cült. In which they posit that Romeo and Juliet won.
I need to reinvent myself. I need to ditch some of the trappings that make me
Srini right now, and take on a new set of adjectives. Perhaps a new set of
clothes, or cologne even. Maybe I need to start wearing ties or something. I
need to jumpstart my excitement level in myself, because I'm floundering in
my hopes of advocating for myself.
I look at myself through God's eyes - that is, YOURS - and I'm simply not
impressed. I look like a twit who sells stickers, and that is NOT the first
impression I want to make.
How does one look DEEP and FUNNY? Or maybe I should ditch the Deep
part and go for merely Funny?
It's the same principle that guides my business, or at least, that SHOULD
guide my business except I keep fucking up. It's important to love what
you've created, but it is NO FUN unless it SELLS! If you create something
that nobody wants, it will BREAK YOUR FUCKING HEART.
I must admit that I am setting myself up for the brink of doom with this book,
because it may end up a long, serpentine thing that nobody's going to give a
rat's ass about. Shopping this around is going to be a nightmare, but since
I'm planning on doing the first edition myself anyway, it doesn't matter that
much, I guess.
Vanity press is still press, and at least I'll have something that I finally feel
truly represents myself to give away as a fancy fucking calling card.
I can always put this on the World Wide Web to be ignored by the greatest
new media in centuries blah blah blah.
It's time for me to leave Edinburgh. There isn't too much for me here - it's a
beautiful landscape filled with beautiful people leading smallish, satisfied
lives. I've got nothing to add to their lives, not really, not here in person at
least. I know when I'm not needed, and I'm not particularly collecting useful
experience here. I need to hit the media centers of Europe, to promote my
website and to make like I matter on a larger scale than I have previously.
Being in the media is why I came, not to sell fucking stickers.
I don't give a rat's ass about the product I'm selling so far. Okay, it's sort of
funny and entertaining, but the exciting thing is that IT SELLS. Which means
that there is a bit of a link with people that I've never had before, and
especially when stuff is purchased through my website, I feel like, wow, this
site has been CONSUMMATED. The link has been officially cemented
between myself and someone else.
I must admit that I haven't been taking that too seriously yet, and I need to
start. It is a GREAT FUCKING HONOR to be sent money, and I haven't
respected it and I need to start taking it seriously and deciding what it is for
which I stand. I need to tell these people what I believe, and not just fuck
around with three word slogans. I need to see what potential there is for
positive change through the web.
I need to get the fuck out of Edinburgh. Come on, Srini, let's pack up.
We are all constantly being recruited for conspiracies that we may never
understand.
If you stereotype people too harshly, be prepared to miss out on some of the
more interesting people in this world. It is important to only - CAREFULLY -
practice "retroactive stereotyping". That is to say, after you're sure that you'd
really like never to speak to a certain person again, you can go ahead and
rashly ascribe any adjective you want to the person in question.
For instance, most hippies annoy the fuck out of me, but the occasional one
will rock the motherfuckin house, and I know several specific examples
thereof. Sure, I cringe whenever they may bust out with the Dead, but fuck it,
all my hippie friends are rich computer programmers anyway, and the beer is
usually on them.
Stereotypes are useful, however; they wouldn't exist if they weren't in some
way. It is up to YOU to figure out how to use them as a positive too. I think I
use them as sort of a shortcut to opening people up. If you're familiar, say,
with the names and the sounds of several rave DJs that are prominent right
now, you just might be able to hang out with a group of fun people for a night
that you might never have met otherwise. Likewise, if you know a bit about
how one dresses in Italy or whatever, or how one SHOULDN'T dress for that
matter, well, you can probably rock a free night's stay at someone's house if
you're slick.
It's funny, I haven't yet decided which side of the Revelation game I'm on yet.
I keep seeing the sequence "666" in license plates and so forth, and it's
fucking annoying. I feel like a twit for thinking this, but I feel (even with this
strong clintonian economy) that things are going to be pretty fucking crazy as
we near and go through the millenium, and I WANT TO BE A PART OF IT.
It's probably ego, but really, it's more than that. It's more like the feeling that if
these visions that have been plaguing me and forcing me away from
"normalcy" (a very lucrative normalcy at that) don't have ANY grounding in
reality, I will likely go to my grave hating God. And, oh man, I *really* don't
want to be in that position.
John Lennon once sang that "God is a concept by which we measure our
pain". I'm still not quite sure what he meant by this, because he seemed to
mean it. "God" doesn't mean the same thing as it did in the late 60's -
probably back then it was much more shock value than anything else.
It's for damn sure, however, that I don't worship the same gd as all of those
idiots with the fucking... crucifixes, and the fucking chip on their shoulder like
they're totally non-sinful and shit. Fuck that. Most religion makes me ill,
except for the ones that I have defined, except for the pieces of religion that I
have selected out of the general mess to represent what I have in mind.
I guess that makes me no better than those self-righteous fucks, but hey, at
least I'm making shit up as I go along. They've got the truth, in their limited
wee way, but it's static and stagnant and all based on lies that sprouted from
Christ's dead body as the Roman Empire stole Christianity away from the
truth it once represented. It's all damaged out of organization, out of
HIERARCHY just like any state - maybe even more fucking insidious
because it deals with the potential for POLICING ONE'S OWN MIND, and
that way madness and sadness and despair lies.
I am typng in complete and utter darkness right now, and can't read what I'm
writing. That's why I'm making all of these silly run-on sentences.
Be aware that Unamerican Activities means FAR MORE than simply fucking
vinyl stickers and t-shirts. If you only look at my product and see commodity,
well, i am sorry my friend. Please come back again when you've achieved a
more open mind.
Businesses are a medium just like canvas and paint. Businesses can be
punk, or made of solid lines with expensive paint. They can be watercolors
made by kindergardeners, aiming only for a mother's kind word, or they can
be a brilliant masterpiece designed to be treasured for the ages. They are
ART, and it is my resolve to put the ART back into the process of running a
business.
Every business tells a story, as well. The best businesses are not made self-
consciously by "businessman"; in fact, the typical Suits who we so revile are
rarely cool enough or lexible enough of mind to pull off an actual start-up
business.
THis is called Free Enterprise - the ability and the natural talent and right that
each and every one of us has to start our own enterprises, to grow our own
hobbies to such degree that eventually they become fucking INSTITUTIONS.
And together, eventually, we will see the crumbling of the dinosaurs as their
money fails to assault our raw nerve and originality. There is no way a chain
can stand up to the intelligent marketing of a local company - what we need
to see is more local companies RUN BY INTERESTING PEOPLE.
And we will fail, again and again, but eventually we will triumph and be free,
and the economic tide of the day will be to create a world of social and
economic justice - for all those INTERESTING enough to play their part.
How can the boring compete with the interesting, once we start to disregard
their capital and conquer the fear of building from the ground up?
My fingers are getting cold so I'm going to stash this baby.
You know how the tongue only detects four different types of tastes? Salty,
sweet, sour, bitter? Well, that's the way most of the world experiences life. It
takes coordination with the nose to truly experience the entire palate of taste,
and THAT, my friends, is how to live!!! It's SO important to fucking open that
nose up and BREATHE in the FLAVOR. In fact, that is what separates us
from the sheep.
Charles Bukowski, drunken misogynist prole that he was, will certainly live
forever. Unlike most of the people you will meet today.
I still stand behind all of my failures. They were glorious, shambling things
that never quite died and I still dream of resurrecting them.
All of this is horseshit and I can't concentrate all of the time. This is going to
need some major editing.
No, frankly I just don't care about anything right now. SOrry.
There are many things wrong with the USA, but I've got to be realistic about
the time and the place where I live. If it were beyond all hope, I wouldn't
endeavor to CHANGE it, you see. I don't belong anywhere else - I belong in
America, criticizing it to the fucking limit, because CRITICISM - indeed, all
adversity - MAKES THINGS STRONGER, not weaker.
This is the exact problem with religion as it is practiced. Where are the
spiritual leaders who are truly up for criticism? Where are the fearless leaders
who have so much fucking FAITH in their craft and calling that they can put
up with the most intense questioning?
YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE. It is your task to find others like you
somehow and FIX THINGS and BREAK THINGS as you see fit.
Oh, shit, now THAT is why I'm making this a book - I actually have a LOT
more to talk about than just those above points. But I'm sort of low-energy
right now, and perhaps what I believe isn't so condensable after all.
Most people are sheep. I might have talked about this elsewhere in this
manuscript, but... whatever. Time to read and go inside, or drink or
something. I'm going to stay at this place - Tent City - it's a complex of tents
and it is very cold but it's about the cheapest place in London to stay by FAR
and I have a lot of fucking ground to cover before I get home.
Oh, man, I'm really giving up the farm on this one, aren't I. I'm out here with
no fucking clue what I'm going to do when I get home, and I'm fucking
NERVOUS. I'm running out of steam and I'm running out of money, and I'm
going to experience my midlife crisis early. What will become of me?
Should I get a job? I want to become the Amazon.com of treason, I want to
be huger than huge, I want to bring in so many orders through my website
that it's science fucking fiction. Do you really think it's going to happen, srini?
Can you visualize it?
I'[m typing with my eyes closed right now because it's basically dark out here
and I can't see a damn thing.
What is my goal? God, what am I doing with my life? I don't know why, but it
is vital that I become famous somehow but I can't visualize being famous. I
mean, a short, fat, balding indian guy is hardly anyone's concept of a rockstar
- but I cannot STOP myself from creating all this stuff, from dedicating my life
to pursuits of art that are for you.
Here in london I"m willing to take chances that I'm not willing to take in San
Francisco, or leastwise ones that took me forever to work up to back home.
The great thing about the World WQide Web is that it gives me somewhere
to point people in order to get them to acknowledge my radness in more full
fashion than they can after just seeing a sticker or something. It really is a
glorious idea, unamerican activities, but will it SHIFT PRODUCT?
I need to have more product to shift, but I can't imagine what more I can do
oher than make MORE shirts, boards, and this book. But that Mambo line
was pretty fucking inspirational, and it'd be really hell of cool to get in touch
with some of those guys to promote myself in Australia a litt.e
Damn it, I have ONE WEEK to become HUGER THAN HUGE IN LONDON. I
had better not blow it. I need to be wheatpasting things up in the streets, and
I think I've got to figure out how to wheatpaste first.
I'm going to talk to some Irish guys about figureing this shit out. Maybe we
can work something out - I sure wish I could compensate them better....
My fingers (and ears, for that matter) are freezing. I go stop now.)
I'm shocked sometimes with the diversity of the people out there who ARE on
our side. It's like some kind of Marvel Universe Superhero Team conceived in
the PC early nineties - they come from all races, from all orientations and
genders and whatnot, yet they are fucking SUPERHEROS and they EACH
have DIFFERENT, yet equally essential, POWERS.
As any artist knows, though, you've GOT to go through your trying "phase".
Failure is inevitable, or at least disappointment, but remember - you don't
LEARN through SUCCESS. You only develop a unique enough ANGLE on
art through differentiating - and that usually means BLOWIN' IT.
We do not get paid for doing that which ALREADY is successful. There are
an infinite number of copycats that are better positioned to profit on already-
established formulae than you are, and friend, you have a MORE
IMPORTANT task at hand. Leave the "slight modifications" to a successful
formula behind, and GO INVENT SOMETHING NEW IN THE WORLD.
I have always lived in envy - and occasional hatred - of people who match
the traditional definition of "cute". Because, see, if you're "cute", you are
ALLOWED to copy, to not try enough for success - at least in popularity
terms. But really, it is ADVERSITY from which springs most TRUE art.
Of course, there is always the potential for a prodigy to spring up. And
innocence does lead to a lot of good art - I mean, look at the first albums of
bands like the Lemonheads, the Feelies, Social Distortion, the Descendents.
Yeah, the diversity of Soul, O yes. I would rather hang out with a sixty-year-
old librarian who has never heard of the Misfits and probably would rather
not, than with someone EXACTLY like me but lacking soul.
I'm sort of not so good at my "emotional" life, as it were. I'm not even sure
what "emotional" means, and it's sort of embarrassing for me to talk about.
I'm trying to keep this document as "universal" as possible, and for me to do
that, I mustn't make too many specific references to myself or my way of life.
Good Truth is universal. That is to say, I'm trying to create proverbs that
would be as timely and useful, say, in the 12th or 28th century as they are
now.
Oof. This train sucks. I am glad I got a couple beers for this trip, that's going
to help me quite a bit.
You can tell a lot about a people by the drugs that addict them. I guess. Well,
not really.
For twelve years, I was brought up to hate patriotism. I was subjected to the
Reagan and Bush administrations, and they really had a significant impact on
my life. With such terrible presidents, what was left other than hating
everything? But nowadays, things are different. I guess I am outdated, like
that guy Lawrence implied. I am fighting a battle that nobody cares about
anymore. America is strong and great again, it's actually in a good mood and
it seems ready to do well on the national stage. It's important for me nd all of
us to figure out our places i n the new order, which sucks.
All my skills are out of date. I wonder what kind of work I'm suited for? I am
still interested in business school. I really am, i really am. I had hoped that
one of my projects would have really panned out, and I've achieved
something I guess with this unamerican thing, but really I'm all alone and it
sucks. It sucks. "God" I am so lonely, help me out of this somehow. The truth
is that I care more about having a girlfriend than I do about anything else in
the world. I really would travel across Europe for a kiss, and that's a truly
misearable place to be in life ey?
There IS a "they". I believe that. I believe that there is a system, and that
there will always be this system, a system that continually reminds us that we
are trapped within a small r(tm)le within a big land, that we can't be
everything we dream.
The "system" is ANYTHING WHICH HOLDS YOU BACK. I know that for me
the system includes my parents, who I love dearly, because of their
expectations of me and their continual lack of encouragement for my way of
life. For me, it has been my own inability to get a job I care about, or to lower
my standards sufficiently to care about more jobs. The system, in MY head,
was once an unrealistic hope that any breaks were going to happen for me at
all, especially in the realm of music. None came, and I was devastated. The
system was, and obviously continues to be, a faith in the ideas which I love
so dearly - that somehow, one of them will stick, rescuing me from my life.
The jury's still out on that one.
I have written that society makes us hate what we should love about
ourselves, and it's true. But my dreams have too often become headaches,
and I feel like I'm caught up in this ridiculous and pointless dance of creativity
that's leaving me exhausted and broke.
Kids, this is my LIFE I'm trying to express to you. I'd like to think that hidden
in you is the secret to my release, and vice versa. But I also know that we're
too "hip" to let others know what we've discovered. We're way too cool for fan
mail, way too detached from each others enterprises to actually help out
once in a while. Don't you see that THIS, this apathy towards EACH OTHER,
is the system too?
I am here to tell you that it has NOT all been done before. I mean, the
collective mind sees everything, including the future, but part of that mind is
YOU, and your JOB is to see A PART of that future, and to MAKE IT SO.
If you believe that the future is going to be bleak, HELP MAKE IT WORSE.
I need your blessing on this enterprise that I call my life. I need you to
understand me in a spirit of brotherhood, I need you to tell me that I'm not a
dumbshit imbecile moron for believing what I do. I have earlier noted that this
could be the most complex and convoluted suicide note ever contrived, with
the possible exception of John Kennedy O'Toole's A Confederacy of Dunces.
I don't want that to happen, though.
But you don't see. I'm lonely. I've never felt welcome; I've always given more
to the people around me than I've gotten back, with a misguided sense of
spiritual selflessness.
Maybe that's not the way you see it - maybe what you see is an egotistical
bastard with a groovy computer or something - but you see, I AM **NOT**
MY IDEAS. I am HAPPY when I *AM* ideas, but most of the time, I am bereft
of them. And it is ONLY love that can get you through these stranded parts of
your life, and I don't have much of that.
Information, true information, makes you dance, makes you move, makes
you rock the fucking house. TO me, the greatest source of information is in
the body of the woman I love. I feel like there is SO MUCH TO LEARN from
the reactions, from the pauses, from the hurts and helps that I can perform
on such a vital instrument.
If you watch the interaction of a band that's been around for a while, it's like
their married. Performance, of course, is the same as performance in the
other sense. But their relationship changes, mutates, and assumes individual
roles.
Nobody goes out with you because they feel SORRY for you. They go out
with you, actually, because in a way you're COOLER than THEY are.
Everybody wants to date a myth, not just a person. If you can summon a
MYTH around yourself, you can date almost anyone you want. But you can't
keep a myth going forever, that's the problem.
I don't understand why smart and intelligent women often go out with men
who treat them like shit. I can't imagine any reason other than some sexual
thing, and, speaking as a guy, there isn't anything sexual that could keep me
with a woman that would hold me back. So women, stop dating idiots,
because it's making you look foolish.
I wonder how I will look on this book after a year, or ten years. Will this be
another failure to be "proud" of and mourn for? I hope this becomes a
success.
The spirit of hierarchy exists in my soul. I feel that other people are better
than me, simply because they have potentials that are closed off to me. For
instance, any man who has a girlfriend is instantly superior to me. This is a
terrible, wrong way to feel, and it is the SYSTEM and I must fight against it.
The girl I used to like a lot is having sex with this semi-idiot inthe next room,
and it souunds like they're having fun. Damn. And yet, I'm the asshole here,
because, jesus, she's happy! I ought to shut my big yap.
If you are down with revlution and with change, figure out a way to make it
part o your life. TRhat is, make some component of your life DEPENDENT on
this desire to make some kind of adifference. Begin a relationship through
joining a radical group, or figure out a way to get paid for selling slogans or
words or something. Don't just be a CONSUMER of rebellion, because pretty
soon the "consumer" art wins out over the "rebellion" part and you're buying
Pepsi because it's what they call "the choice of generation next" and thinking
Oasis is a truly new sound and idea. Yuk.
For all that you might thinkk music is revolutionary, well, music never
changes things, only people and situations. Tha's going a long way, but it
isn't revolution.
I'm very moved by the literature written by many of the sixties' radicals,
especially by the Yippies and the Black Panthers. Abbie Hoffman, for
instandce, is my personal patron saint. His bold moves and daring use of the
media as his own sword with which to inspire people to his vision of a free
amerika are transcendent, immortal. f bands play cover songs, this book is a
long cover song of abbie's books.
Inasmuch asyouth rebelion goes, it's hard to NOT wish that one were alive in
the sixties and taking part in one of the many counterculture sceness that
sprang up in that era. The thing is that we've allowed the dialectic of rebelion
to be taken over by ad agencies and major labels.
Rock and roll is the only religion that relates to most kids. In the genre of rock
and roll, I mean of course all youth music, form techno toska to hiphopto dub
reggae. Anyway, just like any religion, rock and roll has two prongs - a way to
seek true release and learning and community, and a way to be controlled by
the corporate interests of the time. I leave t as an exercise for the studen to
se in what ways rock and roll CONTROLS the lives of its devotees and keeps
them in lne.
I meet the kids every day I sell stickers, and I'm always in this position of
counselor for some reason. Most of these kids have it WAY more together
than I ever have, but it still makes me feel GOOD to give advice and to get it.
Someone, give me some advice, because my world is cold and without hope.
What is the use of living a life where all of your days are static? To me, this is
likea computer that can only run a screensaver.
I know people who are so in love with screensavers that they collect them.
This is okay, because a screensaver is a medium just like any other, but so
many of them are SO INSIPID that you've got to think - man, this person
NEEDS a LIFE, doesn't he/she?
Remember that all of this talk about boys and girls that so fascinates us is
REALLY NOT THAT IMPORTANT. Your true misssion in life is to figure out
how to be REMEMBERED, how to reach a destiny that will last with mankind
when he eventually forays out to the stars. IT isn't to worry about this guy or
that guy and what his girlfriend thiks and how they never really broke up blah
blah blah.
I take in inspiration and add my own spin on it and poop it back out. I am
saying nothing you don't already know, but that is because all real truth is
REdiscovered. I can only make it sound like it should out of MY fingers - you
could write this book as well, of course.
I got into punk rock just a little too late. I didn't move to Berkeley when I had
the chance to be part of an interesting scene, and it ruined my life. It broke
my heart. It really did.
"I wanna conquer the world. Give all the idiots a brand new religion." - Bad
Religion. Only, I could give a fuck about the idiots. I care about YOU and how
YOU transcend the idiots. Therefore, I call this stuff "religion". I mean, I figure
by calling it as such, I'm going to weed out all kinds of people.
"Religion" should be a drug that whips you into a typing frenzy, not some
stupid service that your parents make you go to so you can meet that nice
Vanderhoev boy from the nice part of town.
"God" has hidden some things in tis world that are iimmortal, and that bless
us when we find them.
Great art is like falling, like letting go. It is the art of letting ACCIDENTS
happen. I believe in art which documents its own creation, which if you pull
on a little string will come apart andshow you how it was made. That way, the
ultimate message of the art is MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN ART. JOIN US.
Every act of creation opens a door to a world that doesn't exist yet. Whteher
that door is deemed USEFUL by our collective and individual minds, that's
another question, but all hail the openers of these doors!
Some people create tools with which htese doors can be opened. All hailthe
tool forgers, may they have immense good fortuane and be put to good use.
The magic that you summon up in a great conversation or in the
communication of a joke is a great magic, equal to any trick of pulling a rabbit
out of a hat.
The art of finding ideas is a matter of making your mind and environment
conducive to them. This means an environment with just enough chaos to be
interesting, but not enough chaos to turn into a distraction.
I find that there's as much feng shuiin a dirty room as in a clean one. It's just
knowing how to navigate within such an environment that makes you able to
really MINE the chaos that a messy room provides.
I am still healthy. I wonder what my philosophy of life will be like after I find
out that something's wrong with me.
The problem with most descriptions of people, is that they necessarily must
be composed mostly of adjectives. Adjectives are pretty dull, actually. They
don't really capture the richness and intensity with which most interactions
between People of Ideas, and so they're inadequate.
The way MTV works is that every interesting video that they play will make
you watch 20 boring ones. "Man, the last ten videos sucked. Maybe the next
one will be cool." This is the American way - showing you the potential of a
medium and then failing you for profit.
It's like a RELEASE of sorts when the radio plays something with any quality
to int. In a way it's like a lottery. Do people really like these shitty songs?
The remote control miight be the greatest triump of moden technology since
the television itself. It adds a dimension of interactivity that television was not
made to encompass.
When your favorite song is played on the radio, it is MUCH more significant
than when you simply play it on the CD. Frst there's this weird sense of
communion with the theoretically millions of people who are forced to listen to
YOUR favorite song. But then there's also the feeling that YOU ARE NOT
ALONE in loving this song - that there's someone else - maybe ieven MANY
someone elses, who are validating your love for this particular song.
THe key to hitting on a cute girl who is scantily dressed is to make them
forget that they're cute and that they're scantily dressed. You can only do this
by hypnotising them with your ideas, or else they stay pretty, ulnerable, and
out of reach basically.
I know nothing about girls, but that's what I'm hoping will be the charm for me
to find one really GREAT girl.
Some guys can play the field like it's nobody's buisness, and I need to learn
what it is that's helping them rock girls' worlds, but I just assume it's because
i' m ugly and refuse to treat them like shit when possible.
I need to get another job, and yet I am super afraid of getting another job. I
need to apply to business schools, and yet I don't have good
recommendations for it. I am worried, worried, worried about my future and
it's a pain in the ass.
I think I'd rather write postcards than this book right now.
"I am the world's forgotten boy/The one who searches and destroys." Iggy
and the Stooges, "Search and Destroy". Why is the thought of destruction so
ATTRACTIVE? Why do we feel like destroying holds a solution for our lives?
I have to admit, I labor under the premise that an America in trouble is more
interesting than an America during times of prosperity. I respect and admire
places like this, Warsaw, where times have never been very easy.
Maybe we desire destruction because we know that the period of
REBUILDING, after the calamity, is one that has a place for us, that requires
REAL work to help REAL people.
So much of rock and roll is ruled by the gods of negativity and despair. It's
sort of funny, a joke we share, something to bug hippies and parents with,
sure. But underneath that, don't you think there's something DEEPER to be
reckoned with?
Wow, the millenium is looming and I've got no particular plans. I have a
feeling that it'll be a good year for anarchism, but I'm worried more that it'll
just be a big ol' jubilee like the corporate state would like us to believe.
I hate war, because it takes all of this "destruction" chic and takes it fuckin
LITERALLY. I don't want blood in my revolution, if it can be helped. I'd want a
revolution of IDEAS, of a massive general strike paralyzing economic
whatsitcalleds, not of stupid bombs and guns and bullshit like that.
I want to go to this small town on the Baltic, "Hel". I want to go there, because
I like the idea of visiting hell.
The only hell that makes any sense at all is "oblivion". Just as Satan is the
patron saint of "that which is boring", Hell is his domain.
Think about how many people have walked the earth and left NO REAL
FOOTPRINTS. Sad, isn't it? In a real way, except inasmuch as these
individuals played a part in some kind of "society", well, THESE PEOPLE
NEVER EXISTED. I know this is a terrible thing to think, but it is true.
We are blessed in these days with recordable media, with global computer
networks, with ways of memorializing our existence that would have been
beyond comprehension a century ago. We have a duty - to ourselves, to our
future - to create expressions of our existence that will have RELEVANCE
with these media. Never before has immortality been so easy.
When I last lived in Berlin, I sublet a flat from this guy who also let me borrow
his bicycle. It was a "LENIN" brand bicycle, made in East Germany, and it
was I swear the worst piece of shit you'd ever seen. I think it had some kind
of "stopping apparatus" instead of real brakes, or was it a "stopping
POSTURE"?
One's health is very, very important, and I've never really taken care of mine.
Don't be like me, kids.
NEVER believe the batter-life claims of anyone who wants to sell you a
laptop.
I want to form a cover band to re-memorialize the songs of the early 80's that
I once loved. A lot of these songs were AMAZINGLY written pop numbers, bu
their PERFORMANCES were flaccid at best. I'm thinking especially of songs
like "Separate Ways" by Journey and "Take On Me" by a-ha.
"99 Red Balloons" was totally transformed by the hardcore band 7 Seconds.
Without their version of it, it would've been just a tiny footnote in my personal
hagiography of 80's pop. With that version, it's a song that I want to cover.
I accidentally wrote "wating for a trap" when I was titling this chunk. Hmm.
I feel like I'm carrying a baby around with this thing. It's seriously THAT
fragile, that liable to be stolen or hurt or whatever.
The creative process mirrors the life process. Ideas are conceived, kept in
the womb, born, and grow, just like people do.
Ideas are living beings. We are like host mothers for them. "God" Himself, to
me, is the father of EVERY idea.
When you are in touch with an idea, it's as if your probblem in life are far, far
behind you. While you are in THRALL to an idea, you can't work, you don't
worry about getting laid, you eat and drink whenever you feel like it. It's just
like being pregnant, and you're on leave. Except, of course, just like being
pregnant, it's a sonofabitch of a lot of work.
I can feel this one kicking. It hasn't been born yet, but it's certainly alive.
I don't love people as much as I love their POTENTIAL. Human beings have
the capacity to do so many things that society is simply not structured to
accomplish. Why is this?
The great thing about free enterprise is that it DEPENDS on a diversity of
organizational structures in order to function. You've got everything from the
technofascism of Microsoft's "metaprogrammer" model (where Gates defines
singly the tasks of every other programmer in the company) to anarchic,
strange combinations such as those of many start-ups and cooperative
grocery stores.
Hierarchy and strict contorl may get things done FASTER, but never
BETTER.
A dictator can get a lot done in a very short period of time, but his activities
don't necessarily last unless they're reflections of what the larger society
wants. When the dictator dies, he throws a nation into chaos. Guh blah blah
blah.
I could observe on politics all I want but I'd really rather watch this couple
kissing. Wow. Three minutes and going strong. I believe in the politics of the
perfect kiss.
I just ran into this party that stood for free market reforms and the death
penalty for murderers. The former makes a lot of sense but the latter...
hmm... they must be trying to differentiate themselves from the positions of
the Party and the Catholic Church, and as such, well, that sorta makes
sense. It's good they're not, like, hypernationalist.
It's always like the stupidest thing in the world to see nazis in places like
Poland and Hungary and Amsterdam. I mean, jesus, get some fucking
CLUE.
In Germany, there's this weird thing where it's almost like history began in AD
1945. As if the Nazis represented a temporary suspension of reality or
something. Weird weird weird.
I'm in the square, the Old Town, and I'm watching kids and surreptitiously
making eye contact with them. It's this game I play with kids, like, look them
deeply in the eyes and things like that. It's addictive.
Funny how kids more easily grant you permission to stare deeply into their
eyes. You know, it's so tough to get to a point in any relationship - let alone
FRIENDSHIP - where you actually grant each other permission to do that.
I spent most of today trying to get change for my stupid travellers checks. I'd
advise anyone going over into europe to not bring too much cash, but instead
concentrate on figuring out how to get money out of your Visa cards.
This isn't philosophy, it's dreck. I won't be surprised if I only use a tenth of
what I'm writing these days. It's as if I've finished with the book and am now
just letting this format serve as my journal. Which is okay as well, but it's still,
well, disappointing. A waste of resources, of time and space. I wonder what
else there is to come up with.
Most people, if you gave them a stage from which they could address the
entire world, would probably not do very much with it. I mean, look at all of
the pop stars who have fame enough and reach enough to really send a true
message of hope to the world or something. All they do is sing about their
desire to get laid, or some kind of idiotic conceptual nonsense like U2 is
doing. It's truly sad.
If I have one message I want to declaim to all mankind, it's these two words -
SURVIVE SOMEHOW.
I get this sense that there's some cataclysm in the air, and that we've got to
figure out how to live without a lot of the things we're used to in order to
survive it.
It is EMPOWERING to pretend that the end of the world is nigh, but only if it
makes YOU more productive.
The end of the world and the end of your life are one and the same.
People put so much faith in democracy as the answer to all of the problems
of building a modenr nation, but you know, China is progressing much faster
by emphasizing its ECONOMIC world and being slow to implement
democratic reforms.
I am sure a ot of reat sex still occurred while the asshole Germans were
occupying Warsaw.
The simple joys in life are always going to be with us, no matter if humans
are living in caves after the bombs fall or what.
What I want to know about the world war three thing is are the bombs still
there or what? I mean, seriously, what's to stop those bombs, once built, from
someday being USED?
If someone only has one leg, i will give them money. I am glad I have both of
my legs and arms and hands and feet and things. I am glad that I am whole.
Religion serves many purposes in lands that don't have a cultural
superstructure. It serves fewer purposes in lands with one, so respect for the
church and its functions falls in cadvanced cultures.
I don't believe in a religion that requires a lot of work. But I do believe that
worr in the service of God's love is very noble and beautiful work indeed.
Man needs things to think about beyond the simple pleasures of eating,
sleeping, fucking and fighting. Religion is the traditional way of achieving this
higher sensibility, and as such, I accept that religion - even fascist ones - can
bring about a lot of interesting situations in this world.
There IS a lost potential in our minds. This lost potential sometimes speaks
to us in the form of ideas, and it is that lost potential that is secretly linked
with alll of the other lost potentials out there.
Maybe that's a good name for a church - "The Church of the Lost Potential."
And the sermons can focus on how to regain that lost potential - how to
become, that is to say, a better, more POSSIBLE human through the use of
Church techniques.
Aren't you curious as to what keeps Scientology in business? THe only thing
I can imagine is the fact that most of its followers are LOOKING for
something.
It is very easy to exploit the human need to LOOK for things, to SEARCH for
truth beyond these ridiculous, incomplete days.
It is sad that most of Christ's followers are some pretty STUIC individuals.
I respect the need for discipline, but am not so sure of the place of discipline
within the context of devotion to "God". I mean, what is with nuns not being
allowed to have sex? THat simply DOESN'T make sense to me.
Every religion needs a way to elt off the steam created by its more, shall we
say, individualistic members.
History itself is the continual story of people who are too loud or too
individualistic for their own good. THey end up making waves, and once in a
while these waves end up causing history itself to occur.
Martin Luther simply wanted to criticize the Catholic Church when he wrote
his testament against it. He had no intention of creating a brand new religion
or schism or whatever with his beliefs. History sort of did it for him.
It is impossible not to love a past that could have created a street as beautiful
as this.
It must be hard to escape the influence of a Church that has created so many
great buildings and stories in a country such as Poland.
Don't be enslaved by the heroes of the past. If they could talk to you, they
would tell you not to worship but to LEAD.
The spirits don't rest when we are rested. It is often during the periods in
ourlives that we most need rest that the spirits come and take our lives over
for a while.
The more spectacular our failures, the more spectacular still our further
efforts will become. I tried before to get across a couple points about the way
melodies should be constructed. Now, here I am trying to reinvent fucking
"God" Himself for the next century.
You have every right to look, as long as you're not being annoying about it.
It's not okay to waste your life. I'm going to say that that is a sin, and please
don't sin or else you're going to wind up in oblivion.
Even sinning can be done in a way that's interesting and a way that's boring.
I respect all these old ladies with crosses around their necks.
Mean people exist as obstacles aroudn which we must channel our efforts.
Mean people play a part in the cosmos as well. That's not to say they don't
suck; they DO suck, btu SOMEWAYS ARE FUN!
Given the exact right circumstances, and perhaps a bit too little sleep, it is
possile to evoke and be possessed by the spirit of one of the dead.
I am trying to be Philip K. Dick right now. In the ook Valis, hwhich is semi-
autobiographical (a tough book to get through, but a fine one - actually, if you
REALLY want to get into Dick, try reading A Scanner Darkly) Anyway, Dick is
working on something he calls his "Exegesis".
I was thinking about calling this book "an Exegesis", but then it wouldn't sell.
If this book doesn't ssell, it would be a disservice to all of those who have
influenced me and for all of those I hope to infliuence.
Great ideas, and great performances, are what rock and roll is all about.
I can't believe I just lost all of those bullet points, it must have been, what,
eighty of em or something!!!!
Dick is working on his Exegesis in the book VALIS because he has had an
experience with seeing God, and feels forsaken because "God" has
apparently not come back into his life since.
I don't think I have seen God. I don't think it's important to "see God", except
but it's certainly an interesting marketing technique to ACT like you have.
People ask me what I do for a living, and I love to respond with "I make fun of
Americans for a living".
Anti-american sentiment is a huge growth industry.
I also want to represent those of us Americans who are AWARE that we live
in the belly of the Beast, and perhaps galvanize us as a force of social
change. (It's a potential that I see that's out there, and I would like to make it
real somehow.)
I feel that over the years I have earned the RIGHT to run off at the mouth,
unlike many others who are "talking a lot, but you're not saying anything"
(from the Talking Heads' "Psycho-Killer")
I wish there were a way to save on this thing. It seems very arbitrary to me
how much text fucking "undo" can take out, and I'd really rather disable the
fucking button.
I can type like fucking steview wonder now that I've gotten this thing. It's like I
can't really beleive how fast I can type
I don't trust anyone who doesn't have honest eyes or an honest laugh.
People of ideas must have something that is magnetic within them, because I
can't describe how random my meetings with them have been.
If you think about the WAYS you met the people you now know as friends, it's
amazing how random these meetings were.
It's also important to understand why you met THESE people and not others.
The goal of good religion (that is to say, the goal of this book" is to help you
meet people who are actually worth a fuck - and that means, to meet people
of Ideas.
The best ideas, artistically, actually have this sense that makes you think
both "wow, how unbelievably coool" and "I could do that!!!"
You are playing a r(tm)le in the furthering of an idea when you pliaigarize,
copy, steal, or whatever. This role isn't the most NOBLE one, but it's
important nonetheless.
People are animals, but we have the potential to transcend this plane into a
synthesis of animal and spiritual.
Almost all human activity centers around shelter, food, sex, clothing,and
diversion. Animals do all of these things as well, with the possible exception
of "diversion" - do animals really have fun? hmmm.
What I'm saying is - use your higher potential, or get EVOLVED OUT when
the new economic downfall truly hits.
It's about CREATING and sharing in the joy that things were once created
that makes humans truly greater than animals.
Drugs make you artistic and that way, but if you aren't an artist, you're going
to wind up cliché in less than a second.
Today I bought some very, very overpriced postage stamps from a guy at the
train station post office. I was about to complain, when one of the trains came
rumbling through, and I saw him wice for what MUST have been the four
hundredth time that day, and I realized that THIS MAN IS IN PRISON. I left
then without complaint.
Work is very difficult to understand. I've done my share of having jobs, but I
must posit that having a "job" and doing "work" are completely different.
You must figure out what you want to leave behind as a testament to your
having lived.
Today I sat on the subway and I realized that I was really, really worried
about death. I am eventually going to die, and the way I'm living, I will
probably die at least slightly ahead of my potential lifespan. I can already feel
my energy ebbing away, and I'm nowhere near immortal at this point in time.
("Immortal" in the sense that my ideas have travelled and taken real root.)
In the days before I left on this trip, I got things done that I never imagined
would get done. I handed my business over to another human being, I got my
room cleaned to an astonishing degree, I fixed my car up, I basically took
care of my affairs. In a way, this trip is sort of an afterlife for me. I love the
lifestyle I'm leading on this trip, because it's anti-materialistic (i don't want
anything else to carry around!), includes a lot of crisis and constant learning
(how the hell do you say "i couldn't give a rat's ass" auf deutsche?), and I
meet interesting and alive people wherever I go. This afterlife is great.
I'm starting to wonder how to put this book together. I mean, I would really
love to have this thing be chronological, a tour diary of sorts, but I just read
like the first couple entries and - while totally worth inclusion - they're also
pretty depressing, which is CERTAINLY no way to begin this book.
I have a best friend, Anna, to whom I think I will give the results of this manic
typing spree. Maybe she can help me sort it out.
I wonder what leads brilliant people to accept less than they deserve inlife. I
am writing this book to encourage you to drop your constructs of what your
place is, just for this instant, and visualize yourself ATOP MOUNT FUCKING
EVEREST. (that's a VSS lyric.)
Tonight, you know what I did? THere's this pretty major (not TOO major)
bridge that crosses the Danube here in Budapest, and I fucking CLIMBED
UP TO THE SUMMIT ON IT. It was Wild@@@ It was way up there, maybe
three hundred feet, and it was a gentle slope so it was climbable even by
unathletic me. I just sat there and watched the moon, it was full, and let the
wind wash over me. It was intense, I almost want to do it again, but I'm sick
of embarking on all of this adventure by myself.
I don't need a girlfriend, I need a partner in crime. (Or did I say that already?)
It's important to have good lines prepared for conversations; at least, I find it
fun and important. I love coming up with mottos and slogans and
catchphrases and proverbs and outlooks and perspectives on things that
everybody experiences but nobody talks about because it's all taken for
granted even if it shouldn't be. (Hey, I've been typing all night, indulge me in
ONE run-on sentence!)
SOmehow of other, I've figured out what I want to d with my life, and I need
to figure out a way to make sure it pays. Really, I'm PROUD of my work so
far, even if it is a bit penny-ante. It feels simultaneously foolish and SOOOOO
IMPORTANT.
I would like every single sticker I sell to be a gateway to this document. I want
this document to stand as my testament to my having lived, but I want the
stickers I sell to be hits that attack a broad base in society.
"WE WANT THE WORLD AND WE WANT IT NOW!!!!" - jim morrison (whose
name is an anagram for "mr. mojo risin'" - hence his obsession with that
phrase...)
That's how I know that Jesus had something, probably - it was VITALLY
IMPORTANT that he spend time SEARCHING, ASKING "God" for something
(i can't remember the story).
JEsus was probably an all right guy with a great sense of humor and a smile
that made girls swoon.
At the very least, Jesus was a political radical that got crucified by the largest
kEmpire the world had ever seen at that point. Jesus was anti-state, and he
advocated a SPIRITUAL release from captivity that the romans, rightly, saw
as a threat to their system. As such, he was crucified.
I'd like to give you a status report. Right now, I am sitting in a table in
Budapest, it's maybe three or four a.m. and I'm in a kitchen. I've got a full
belly, and I have enough money to complete my trip, and I am working -
actually, it doesn't feel like work, it feels more like a mellow drift - to finish this
book, or at least to give me tons of raw material out of which a book will
hopefully coalesce.
Dude, NOBODY has power over me at this point. That's what meditation is...
it's the elimination of all ties to the world, the removal of all hierarchy and the
free-floating state of bliss that alone can be trusted to be true freedom.
I don't care if nobody wants to publish this thing - in fact, I'm not even going
to subject it to the whole "agent" process. I am going to publish this thing
MYSELF, and I am going to do a good job of it, and i am going to design it,
and it's going to be fantastic. I've always wanted to design a book, and now is
a fine opportunity.
I have given up epending on people for creative enterprises that are revolving
around MY creativity. I mean, Vic I can still count on, but I was really hurt
recently by the weirding-out of a very close friend, and I now realize that it is
going to take a LOT for me to trust someone like I want to.
Respect is EARNED. It isn't something that you "deserve", it's something that
comes to you after proving yourself time and again.
You've gotta kiss around when you're young. It's the only chance you really
have to hone your technique. I mean, sex you shouldn't get used to too
young, maybe, or whatever, But I am a fierce advocate of kissiong. A secret -
the deeply devout religious girls, that is to say "nice girls", kiss best.
As much as life is always about your personal history, there are moments
when you realize that hey, this moment is ACTUALLY going to be written up
in the history books. There are also people who evoke this kind of feeling,
and I'd sorta like to be one of them. Unfortunately, this sometimes gets in the
way of having an actual life.
You know, if you run around proclaiming the truth everyfuckingwhere, that
isn't much of a fucking lifestyle.
There is more truth within making someone laugh than there is in a whole
BOOK of truisms.
Laughter creates chaos within people. This chaos forces the mind open.
Great truth makes you laugh, shake your head, and go, "shit, wow, that is
soooo crazy..." Real truth makes you think. And you think clearest after you
laugh.
I'm not a hippy. Okay? I just am not. The very title of this book betrays it (as
does the fact that we sell tons of "shut up hippy" stickers and shirts). "Never
trust a hippy", said Malcomlm McLaren, and punk has been on the correct
road ever since.
You've got to love yourself in order to truly fuck work. That sounds like a
hippy statement, but it's just true. Only thorugh loving yourself can you see
the damage done to you by your boss, by your lame-ass responsibilities,
through fascist "training" and "retraining".
You've got a SOUL. That is to say, you've got a POTENTIAL to uphold, and
anything that interferes with that potential is terrible and fucked up. Anything
that interfreres with that potential is the SYSTEM. (fuck the system.) And
therefore, if you are oppressed and are not seeing your oppression, the
system's got the better of you.
Lack of self-love is one of the biggest vulnerabilities that the system exploits.
It is like giving the enemy a direct line of attack to create checkmate. You
must cover that vulnerability until, like a cut, it heals up.
If you love yourself, how come you're working in a shitty job? If you love
yourself, how come you only-sorta like your job, how come you fear being
unemployed more than you fear DYING EVERY DAY? How come you love
your job but you don't have the energy to get OTHERS to love THEIR jobs, or
at least leave?
It's not like unamerican is a MOVEMENT or anything. I'm just this guy. I have
difficulty seeing to my own spiritual welfare - how can I presume to speak for
other people any more eloquently than they can for themselves?
The reason we're all so different is that "God" loves to perceive His reality
from a multitude of perspectives. This creation is indeed His delight, and He
chose us to represent that reality as we do. I am in love with the Self that we
are all derived from, and I seek those moments where Truth becomes
present - transliminated - within THIS plane.
I love you. I love you my readers, I love you all. I feel your isolation, because
in reading a book, we are at our most vulnerable state - open, ready for a
new idea to blossom within us.
i want to come again and again and again. i want to come in deep spasms,
coating the world with my spew and the evidence of my joy. i know the way of
the truth, won't you join me? my love, where are you at this moment? What
promise that I have made have I not kept? I love you, why I I alone?
Oh, i'd love to be naked in the sunlight right now. i'm horny again!!!! such joy.
i cannot wait until i am again in europe.
my work is much more important than stupid t-shirts. okay? i try to create
objects that resonate with a certain truthfulness. a lot of times i decided to
make that truth as basic and silly as possible, and sometimes i created a
sticker as the beginning to a heated thread about this or that ramification of
my economic whatever. \
Yeah, that's fucking right i'm an artist. i'm actually sort of ashamed about it,
because i've always associated art with effete new york city style snobs who
were at all the right sonic youth shows back in '86, or at least dress like they
were. that was my stereotype of what an artist was, and i was mortified of
falling into that particular pit. the moshpit was doing just fine.
At any rate, as it turns out i've got no use for canvases nor oils, nor
expensive wine & cheese receptions nor the sponsorship of absolut. i've got
no use for any of that. what i do give a fuck about is YOU. and what I would
like to propose as our collective enemy, or a symbol thereof at least, is, well,
the good ol' US Flag. That symbol so admired by the rush limbaughs, the
phony liberals, the my-what-a-great-worlders; that is the symbol of
complacency and dishonesty against which i throw my entire artistic weight. I
just turned 25, it's a good year for broad gestures and for firm idealistic
commitments. I am an artist of considerable talent and, and... , and, america,
J'ACCUSE.
All change is actually recovery. Mankind started from this golden height of
perfection, and then suddenly was plunged into the abyss. We may think that
we're making progress by improving, by developing, by other creative
activities. No. We are striving to recover that golden plain of holiness that we
once lost. Ideas are like reminders, zapped in from our primordial
consciousness from time to time. We all were once one with the God, and it
sucks that now we've been dropped from that perfection. But, we strive to fix
it.
"To cling to capitalism and Marxism and all other "isms" is simply to remain
within European culture. There is no avoiding this basic fact. As a fact, this
constitutes a choice. Understand that the choice is based on culture, not
race. Understand that to choose European culture and industrialism is to
choose to be my enemy. And understand that the choice is yours, not mine."
- Russell Means
Plato was okay. It was a simpler world, and he was very, very fortunate to be
living in a society that could AFFORD philosophers back then. Life requires
"work" in some form or another; we all know this... no anarchist would
disagree. It's the SYSTEM in which we work, and the fact that we're
ALIENATED from our work (e.g. could give a shit for it) that anarchy strives to
remedy. And most anarchism (in my opinion, all REALISTIC anarchism)
strives for PERSONAL solutions, not society-wide ones. As you know, most
people aren't particularly WORTH rescuing from wage-slavery; well, as long
as they do no harm, LET 'EM!!! Just YOU figure out a way to be free.
You can create your anarchist fantasy for your own world all you want, until
you break a law or die or "sell out" to the world of work or win the lottery or
figure out how to make a million dollars doing absolutely nothing like those
late-night t.v. ads say you can. You need no "permission". The beauty of
anarchy is that it's not a PRESCRIPTION, it's a DESCRIPTION. Anarchy is
the way the world IS NATURALLY; human society, however, has imposed
rules over that natural state. Anarchy doesn't even say that all of those rules
are wrong, either! It just says that INDIVIDUALS *CHOOSE* TO FOLLOW
THEM... or not!
Staying legal is a decision... and just like flossing, or not doing homework,
failing to do so can have consequences. Life is about weighing
consequences, and one of those consequences is the law, and it just so
happens that the law is empowered by society to fuck your life up if you
break their laws. If you hate this, you have every right to fight it, within or
without the system.
It's a hallmark of this bastard system, however, to fuck up those who try to
fight for justice within it. They end up being coopted, comfortable with the
way things are, etc. This is not a choice I will make (that's why Unamerican is
no division of anything thank you very much!) but allows them to keep
snorting the greenbacks in peace blah blah. So, much anarchy
RECOMMENDS avoiding the system, and propagandizes against it etc. But
it's not trying to affect the MASSES with this propaganda. Anarchy, real
anarchy, is based on love and respect for people who choose to act as
individuals. So we are trying to save YOU, not society. Fuck society, only the
independent will survive, etc. But we're not going to make any decisions for
you, or tell you what is logical. We will band together to defend you, or
purchase your stuff or whatever, if what you DO with your freedom is worth
defending, if it is brave and from the heart. But other than that, you're mostly
on your own (anarchists *do* like to travel, though, so it's a good way to hook
up with crashpads).
University is for shit, but it does help you get a better-paying job. This sucks,
but the truth is most people need to have jobs at some point in their life
(unless they're rich - which sucks harder - or are ultra-resourceful - which can
get a bit dangerous but is a pathway to anarchist sainthood indeed...
although does it really change anything? well, yes, by example. Anyway, if
this is what you want to do with your life, live totally outside of the system
etc., go for it and good luck...). I, for instance, needed to have a job to get the
money to start unamerican (talked about this last time). The more money I
earn in a shorter period of time, the sooner unamerican gets off the ground.
(It's definitely not yet off the ground, by the way.) So college was a good
choice for me; it let me get started on this earlier....
...or did it? it wasted four full years of my life, years in which I perhaps could
have gained practical experience instead of earning a piece of paper.
Whatever. Plato taught me little, except for his idea of FORMS, or "platonic
ideals" - you know, "the ginseng pill from which all other ginseng pills are but
mere reflections" and whatnot. What am I talking about? I have the attention
span of a duck. Anyway, so fuck university mostly, but hey, it's a great way to
meet people sometimes, and it's a big segment of my market ha ha.
I am the only unamerican. I have friends who sell my stickers etc. but every
single little bit of it I created myself. hence the ego. (i'm kidding, i'm but a frail
puddle of nothingness-irrelevance trying to make something happen. my self-
esteem sucks ass.)
I get some email FAR more ignorant than yours. Yours had enough
intelligence (or perhaps interesting ignorance - in fact, I could GIVE a fuck for
intelligence if it's welded onto a boring personality, right?) to merit a reply. Big
honor, huh.
thanks also for directing people to the site. word of mouth is what makes a
slogan worth more than just a chuckle and into a symbol used by society to
cast off its yoke. or something.
Seriously, reading over the email before your last one, you ought to go join a
commune somewhere in the outback if you want "a peaceful loving society
with no leaders, no followers, no currency, and no traces of the system that
we now have." Or start one yourself. I mean, I personally find such an idea
distasteful and oddly greedy (it seems to be saying "fuck you" to the
problems of the world, instead of helping communicate solutions... and
pardon me but it's hell of bourgeois and usually degenerates into a power-
based cult or dissolves within a year). But it might work for you. It would let
you keep writing poetry etc. Of course, it would take money to publish these
in any format. Or, you could publish on the Web. A currency-generated
enabling technology if ever there was one.
I like Gandhi. He chose asceticism, but still chose to lead mankind. With his
words, and IDEAS, not with a sword or gun. I like that; I am not that pure, but
I hell of respect it and strive to emulate it.
The more email like yours I get, the more I'm fascinated by this hold that
Christianity has on you northamericans. It's like this disease that your past
has flung upon you, of which I am totally free. I mean, to me, Christians are
just ridiculous, small-minded turds who think they matter for no good reason
at all; they're fun to prod, but definitely a waste of time to hate. But you guys
all take such personal offense to it, like they scarred you for life or something
(and maybe they did!) and I just feel sorry, man, because I'm pretty sure
jesus would be pretty disgusted with the damage his name has apparently
created.
Keep taking long peaceful walks. Write in a journal. Be yourself. Mock that
which needs mocking, or ignore it, whatever. Just be willing to step outside of
your little soul and acknowledge the greatness that lies in the occasional
other person, you know? I mean, don't go prancing about judging other
people for microscopic decisions, self-righteously trying to start a pissing
contest between people who agree 90% and don't budge on the rest. As if I
am the enemy for trying to sell you or your friends a t-shirt. Jeez, give it a
rest. Exxon is a much greater societal ill than the Offspring for pete's sake.
You're speaking the truth when you say you contradict yourself more than
you blink. I think it's fun, but I'm having a tough time taking it overly seriously.
However, I'd totally LIKE to take it seriously because you do have some
ideas in there rattling around somewhere, and I am an ADDICT for ideas. A
fucking addict.
I'm trying to make a living off my ideas, instead of having to deal with
shackles all my life. Most people aren't much for creating ideas, i'm afraid....
Hence people suck. And it is really fucken tough *creating* something of
value once you *do* luck out with a good idea. And *then* you have to sell it,
because you have to get paid back for the money you put into it in the first
place, and maybe you have the audacity to dream of not having to "work" for
a "living"...
And *then* you get shit from 'da punx' or whatever.
You know, it's so "God" damned CONSERVATIVE to be all, 'nyah nyah, it's
for shit because it costs money' blah blah. 'you mean you're not GIVING it
away? fuck you!' etc. etc. Listen, is it better to do something or to do nothing?
Huh? Which one do you choose? Okay. And is it better to do something you
WANT to do, that is art according to YOUR vision, or something that other
people think follows their rules? In other words, I want to make "fuck school"
stickers, and I want them not to be cheap photocopies but nice vinyl stickers.
Do I compromise because it's "punk" to do so? Huh? Which one do you
choose?
Other people have chosen differently from me. That's great! They can make
their own stickers! But see, they *don't*. They do, but nobody gives a rat's
ass for anything that's free. Maybe that's why almost EVERY 'zine that's a
freebie or whatever lasts for like an issue or two. Maybe that's why we
"anarchists" attract precious little respect - we never do anything with much
staying power.
You purchase art as a ritual symbolizing your respect for that art. Even when
you tape an album you like off (or for) a friend, you spend money to buy the
tape. Even if you bootleg me, you spend money to do it. Even if you steal it,
you're taking the risk of getting caught, which has financial implications as
well. You do whatever it takes to make it part of your world. You act
according to what inspires you. And EVERY action is a positive action; it is a
lottery ticket in the pursuit of history. And history is what matters. How you're
remembered, or if you are. How you develop, or if you just don't. (Like most
people.)
If anarchy will reign in your mind forever, what does it cause you to do? How
is it RELEVANT? Is it a set of rules - like "i will steal this instead of buying it"
or is it just another way of you saying "I think this world totally sucks"? And if
that's all there is (don't get me wrong, it's a great start) then WHAT ARE YOU
DOING ABOUT IT????
Unlike pop-punk, there is NO FUCKING WAY to sell out a "fuck work" sticker.
None. If I sell ten million fuck work stickers, if I become some fat rich fuck
with a yacht... it is STILL a REVOLUTIONARY STATEMENT. It is still a
fundamental affirmation of one's humanity, a statement of refusal to
cooperate with a system whose major profit-center is your conversion to utter
irrelevance.
All that aside, if you *do* want free stuff, I've got ideas for getting it to you.
For instance, i give away shirts to people who send me photos of the slogans
spraypainted somewhere public. (I've temporarily almost run out of shirts
though.) But you didn't ask....
and PLEASE remember that real anarchy is always motivated by love. Oddly
enough, I created unamerican because I love what this country could be, but
ISN'T, and I am enraged at the fact that nobody else seems to have a voice,
so I'm doing something CREATIVE about it. don't do anything stupid that'll
fuck someone's life up (especially not yours)... that's why anarchy has such a
bad name, when in reality it's a perfectly logical way of conducting a happy,
fruitful, relevant life. When you hear of violent bullshit done in the name of the
black flag, please call it as bullshit. Every action is a positive action, even if it
has a negative consequence; you can help turn a negative into a positive by
HAVING A VOICE.
I am alone. I am unloved in this world. The people I associate with don't know
me. My life is going nowhere. This job is fucking terrible, it's a waste of my
time. I have nothing to be proud of. People get along fine without me. I can't
meet girls/boys, and even when I do, I'm ugly and not worth a second look.
What I can do is worthless, or at least, doesn't get me the things I need to
survive. I need things that I will never get. There is no hope for me in
love/money/life. There is no chance of me ever finding love. I hate the
lessons I have learned. All I have is nothing compared to what he/she's got. I
am going completely insane from loneliness.
I haven't seen any light at the end of the tunnel for years. I have every
expectation that I'm going to feel the same way next year, the year after that,
and so on. I have been down for so long that I *hate* glimmers of hope; they
break the unhappy but stable monotony of my pain, they remind me about
what happiness was like, and they never seem to work out. I once believed
that the world walked in my footsteps. I have perhaps been humbled for this
hubris. I hate hope. Isn't that fucking terrible? I hate girls that are cute,
because I don't trust them. I don't trust anyone who isn't wracked by the
same hate and pain I feel. The cute do not share these problems. They are
free, but I am enslaved, constantly reminded by my body that I do not
deserve that which my mind and libido - and my heart, unfortunately my heart
remains intact - crave.
I'm at a bit of a dead end tonight. I am not sure why I'm writing this at all. I get
the distinct feeling that I'm writing this for somebody, but I have nobody in
mind. This seems like a letter, but there's nobody I trust to send it to. There
are people to whom I'd *like* to send it, but that's because I care about them.
And because I care about them, I don't want to see them confronted with my
confusing pain, a pain I've never adequately been able to tell anyone about
before. Maybe I'm writing this to a doctor.
But it doesn't happen, and even when it happens, it doesn't help. There's a
slippery slope that I'm done navigating... the more you allow failure to strike
you down, the more failure is set up for you. The fact is that I am a cipher. I
am nobody to you, which, hey, I can accept. But that I am nobody to anyone,
nor will ever be, is causing me to lash out.
the ways out of this construct elude me. i have an instinct to find some air to
breathe, but i am unsure as to whether this instinct will defeat the suffocation
that surrounds me. I obviously will exhaust all possible resources before I
claim defeat.
I wish I could somehow find a community of people who feel the same way. I
am told that this feeling isn't unique, but untrusting people rarely network. All I
know is who I hate. The happy, the in-love, the rich, the "wired", the hip, the
"punk", anyone with real friendship, anyone with anything to live for at all.
If you think I should do it differently, why don't you send me a free "not bored"
t-shirt (i'd wear it): srini kumar, po box 410663, san francisco, ca 94141-0663.
the shirts, the merchandise, all that stuff is an *excuse* to get my *ideas* out
there. The ideas are far more important than my product or profit... in fact, if
you feel like bootlegging anything, feel free! As long as themes of "fuck work"
filter out into society, i'm happy.
I was not given a mind so that I could play dumb to the manipulations of
others. Were you?
This is a world full of coercion. It's a world filled with people who would rather
you didn't think for yourself. These people go by many names, from "boss" to
"asshole customer", from "political contributor" to "financial analyst", from
"marketing director for The Gap, Inc." to "obnoxious sexist panhandler", from
"dull-as-dirt professor" to "that guy who stole my car". Together, they cast
their vote for an asphyxiated world, a world that promises you freedom and
then destroys it while you're not looking, a world that SUCKS.
My gut feeling is that there is a power at work behind all the negative you've
been fed, a power that's larger than any one exponent of this coercion. It's a
force that would teach you to fail to act against those who mean you harm.
This force will punish you for wishing for outcomes that would threaten it.
This force is all about sapping you dry, robbing you of money, robbing you of
peace, robbing you of dignity, robbing your potential. And this force has a
name.
And I hereby dedicate every single atom of my body to the struggle for its
demise. I will pray, I will work, I will create and I will die for this struggle. I will
recognize all of my comrades in this struggle, and I will know them as sisters
and brothers. I will close my eyes, scan history itself, and note that the only
history that matters at all is that of this struggle. From Gandhi to Kurt Cobain,
from Jesus to my girlfriend, from Thomas Jefferson to Abbie Hoffman, we are
all engaged in a defiant scream. Dig this big crux:
i have decided that it's pointless for you to go on reading this book without a
firm, actualized goal in mind.
Why MY time, you ask? Let me tell you - it took MONTHS to write this thing.
And the reason I wrote this thing was to change your life. If this event doesn't
take place, the book (and therefore my time) was a failure. And the time
when this book will most likely aid you is when you DO have a dream to work
on. So if you don't have a dream, don't waste this first encounter - put this
book down and go read something else until you're ready to use this book
like it was meant to be used.
Now I don't want to talk about dream "lifestyoles", I want to talk about dream
JOBS. What I mean is don't give me a fantasy of being a movie star if you
don't really dream that shit. If you're an actor, and have already taken steps
toward a career in acting, then this is a perfectly valid dream.
Think of something that you honestly wouldn't mind doing for the rest of your
life. Chances are, someone gets paid by doing just that! If you love playing
video games, dude, if you seriousify that dream, people get CRAZY paid by
sega, nintendo, sony et al. to test games. If you like music, but can't play a
lick, there are SO MANY ways to break into the industry if that's what you
want to do. I can work with those dreams, but not dreams of the "i'd like to
take a bath in liquid hydrogen" or "i want to be surrounded by a castle and
two beautiful girls" caliber.
Okay, really, put the book down if you aren't serious yet.
Ready?
Remember this - your new life, your ability to dream, is more precious than
any amount of wealth or happiness. Don't EVER trade your capacity to
dream. Hold on to that gift of imagination, and you will never falter from your
unerring Destiny.
Okay, now look around you. Before we even start planning our trajectory
towards this dream of yours, we need to survey the current situation. Close
your eyes once again, and open them, and look at all the mess that
surrounds you. Look at that room, look at your overweight belly, look at your
ragged relationships and lack of funds and stupid day job. That is the
situation that a complete stranger gave you - that complete stranger being
YOUR OLD SELF.
Don't have your old self, but don't hesitatie to toss out his/her junk! You need
to operate from a blank slate if you're ever going to make any progress
towards your dreams. Clean off the situations, one by one. Before you can
effectively plan for your dreams, you need to be a FREE PERSON. Some of
these situation repairs - such as cleaning your room - can be solved
immediately, and I command you to solve them before you proceed. Some of
these tasks (for instance, credit card debt) will take time to solve, and are
projects in and of themselves.
The gap between rich and poor has been expanding since world war two. It's
common knowledge that it takes two incomes to accumulate the buying
power that one income had in 1975. In fact, it's become so well-known that
we're taking it for granted, and as a society, we've started to accept that there
are those who will benefit from advances in technology and those that will be
left behind, as well as the conservative argument that this is nothing to worry
about.
It's obvious that people become rich because of PROFIT. There is a gap
between supply and demand that allows the price of an item to be set higher
than its cost to the seller.
There is actually a level of *patriotism* in what I'm doing, that *I* think you'd
have to be blind to miss... in other words, it IS a testament to our freedoms
that I can start this kind of a business, an openly "unamerican" company,
within this nation's borders. It's also a bit of an acid test for this putative free
expression. The marketplace is buying my ideas; will this nation allow it? Will
your PTA?
The other thing I'd like to mention is that most of the protest I lodge against
america is culturally based. I would actually sort of like to see a return to
certain Revolutionary-era values, where the disgruntled would just be able to
go get land somewhere else, where there was a sense of unity and potential
that I challenge you to find these days. (Man, I'm turning into Jesse Jackson,
hey?)
What I'm trying to say is that it's important that we see the Constitution and
*especially* the Bill of Rights and the Declaration of Independence as
CULTURAL documents as well as political ones. Back in those eras, these
documents were products of a chaotic, freewheeling and tenuous time, and
there is a lot of beauty in these documents and bravery to be found in those
times. It was a rare moment in history and we're lucky our forefathers
handled the times with genius and bravery and a respect for future
generations.
Unfortunately, in many ways things have gone downhill from there. I believe,
and a lot of my customers believe, that it's gone *so far downhill* that
perhaps the times are ripe for a system-wide reboot. I'd really rather *not*
see a "revolution" - people like me, frankly, are the first to go - but I intend to
fully document and even EXACERBATE the steady decline I see, that it
might perhaps peak faster, that it might be seen and CLEARLY LABELED as
a PROBLEM instead of a mere "issue".
I have no answers to these problems. I can't stop kids from using drugs at
younger and younger ages; I can't get thousands more people to vote, or to
care about the candidates; I *certainly* don't wield any power to reform the
"system" in any significant way, either from within or without. I have a
meaningless vote, but no candidacy, no stage from which to speak, no bags
of cash, no gun. I am just a man. I have a voice. I have no microphone. So I
made some stickers, some t-shirts, some coffee mugs, and suddenly I have
one now. And I have not yet begun to speak.
Learn the "system" that operates a computer, and you can bring that system
to its knees, or force it into behavior that runs counter to the demands of its
owners. Hackers have brought down banks, caused chaos with phone
companies, melted hard drives around the globe, fucked with the government
and gotten away with it.
On the other hand, these acts have done little to change society. Most of the
stuff perpretrated by a society of "hackers" barely quivers the revolutionary
Richter scale. Hacking has simply played into the marketing plans of antivirus
software companies and the sensationalist media. This behavior isn't
necessarily going to precipitate revolution - at least not as far as oppression
with regard to our relationship to the Systems that control most of us.
Of course, this never was the intent of most hackers. Hackers are motivated
by much simpler goals than what we're trying to accomplish - recognition, the
thrill of solving tough puzzles, the challenge of not getting caught. These
goals speak to all of us, but don't really encompass the desire to change the
world, you know.
Still, if you can merge what they've learned about "systems" with our stated
desire to REBOOT AMERICA, it's plain as day how to bring the Hacker Ethic
a relevance greater than nuisance value. Society, too, is run by a "system".
So instead of blindly waving some forgotten flag of rebellion in the hopes that
the masses will rise, why not make a couple pre-emptive strikes of your own?
So then, what is this system we're fighting? I think it's important to ANALYZE
the "system" that we want to change in order to get closer to the nub of this
question. In other words, it's all too easy to say "fuck the system" or
"revolution now", but the semantic content of words like "system" and
"revolution" are close to nil unless we specify what our terms are.
the fact that relatively attractive white males still control EVERYTHING, from
indie rock to feminine hygeine products
the media setting the agenda for social stratification through marketing
different products to different demographics
religion as industry
music as industry, tobacco as industry, meat as industry etc.
institutionalized poverty
advanced techniques designed to take the "free" out of the free market, such
as marketing/advertising/branding etc.
fake moralism in all its forms, distracting people from real issues
a legal system in disrepair, with police wielding far too much power over
individuals in day-to-day situations
capital and investment concentrated in the hands of very, very few people -
who are skilled at evading taxes to boot
violence=PG, sex=R
the selective persecution of anyone with any imagination at all from a very,
very young age through 'til death - unless, of course, they sell out and
harness that imagination to capitalism
I'm sure you could come up with tons more, but the point is that the "system"
consists of many different issues that must be brought up INDIVIDUALLY,
not as some vague blanket statements. This blanket treatment of the system
makes us radicals look like fools who haven't done our homework.
NOW THAT WE KNOW WHAT THE "SYSTEM" IS, HOW DO WE HACK IT?
It's up to you, then, to look at the above bullet points and ask yourself
whether "reform" or "revolution" will make more of a dent in these individual
aspects of the "system". Remember that all previous attempts at "shooting
the boss" have led, historically, to new bosses with higher immunity to
shooting.
Might I propose a third path? I feel that there is a large MARKET for people
who oppose each bullet point. How about serving those markets by figuring
out products and services that they would find worth paying for? How about
turning "reform" - that is, grassroots agitation - into a way of making a living?
Trust me - the field is WIDE OPEN...
Therefore, don't squander your youth pursuing things that already have
attracted a ton of creative people. Focus your creativity on industries that
NEED REVOLUTIONIZING. Create a good story, and then PUSH THE OLD
GUARD INTO THE RIVER. This is why I started writing this chapter in the
first place, but then I got really into the whole "hack" theory thing.
I'm a first-hand witness of the Internet Revolution that took place between
1994 and the present. Unfortunately, I was just a witness, not a participant.
I'm trying to burn off my bad karma of having missed out on that opportunity
by telling you to FIND WHERE THE GOLD IS AND GRAB SOME. I trust that
you'll be able to do better things with it than will the asshole capitalists who...
blah blah blah.
I fucked up. I had the chance to change the world, to seize the day as it were,
and instead I thought about job security, about pleasing my parents, about
fitting into a "punk" establishment that didn't really need or want me. But I've
learned from this failure and I now know tin my heart that people want to see
things done differently - they want to see EVERYTHING done differently. And
if that means starting a class-consciousness sodapop, may you go forth and
defeat Coke and Pepsi someday, or at least do well enough to keep going
and prospering.
If you want higher pay and better working conditions, it's a sure bet that
you're not alone. Through class consciousness, it's possible. Just find several
other people who feel the same as you do, scrape together what resources
you can, and create jobs with higher pay and better working conditions. It's
not rocket science.
I really believe that, I think a lot of people do. There isn't going to be a
revolution or anything cheezy and cliche like that. It's just going to stop.
People are gonna say, aw, the hell with this 1040 form, and just throw it
away. There'll be no burning flags; just an impotent Congress, an
unbelievable President, an untrusted media, an injust justice system. Wealth
will draw back in horror; gloom shall descend. There will be crime, and
unemployment, and theft, and the occasional bout of terror. Madness will eat
our youth, and the rich shall continue to break our bodies and ideas into
marketable chunks. Spirit shall be "releveraged" into product, and the drugs
will get harder, the diseases more virulent, the anguish more palpable. There
will be a retreat from science, and a new Dark Age will descend upon man.
Or something.
Don't be sad.
And therein lies its contribution to the Truth. Liberty STILL gets me excited,
hyped up. It's always been with us, a divine undercurrent to the human
condition. A beaten-down-but-never-extinguished flame of desire. Let the
legacy of America be that we once had the BALLS to put it in writing.
Let it not be the cowardly manner with which most Americans have used their
freedom. Let it not be the way we have been trained to accept gladly the
yoke that once was forced upon us. Let it not be the customized mousepads
of the uninspired, the television shopping channels, the mad failure of
education and religion and truth itself in the face of this liberty.
The noble experiment is drawing to a close with this millenium. We all know
it. We feel the summers getting hotter, we feel the smog in our lungs and the
shackles of our debt clanking behind every purchase.
We have abused our freedoms, and "God" (or Fate or Whatever) is coming to
tell us something we'd prefer not to hear. Our skyscrapers stand as
testament to a failed dream turned into a real-estate nightmare. Our medicine
into an excuse to breed until we eat everything. Like a fungus, we grow and
grow and grow until all the food is gone. And then we die.
In other words, tell the people that they can say whatever they want on the
LISTSERV, but there will be a second guestbook where you write about
DIRECT IMPRESSIONS of what other people said on the LISTSERV. What
you do, then, is encourage people to WRITE in the SECOND guestbook, and
have that be publicly viewed. The person who generates the highest-quality
and highest-frequency METACOMMENTS is REWARDED with a free t-shirt,
to provide additional incentive to play the game.
Announce that you will be giving away one free t-shirt a month to a member
of the listserv. The story is that it's an ELECTION. The people decide who
wins the t-shirt. That will get people doing more quality posts, listening to
others, etc. This is such a good idea it's criminal.
And what is the BEST idea? The idea that will make that person win the
election? FUCKING HAVE A PARTY!!!! :) What I mean is that when
WEALTH is ELECTED DEMOCRATICALLY, that wealth must NATURALLY
be SHARED! And what better way of allowing wealth to elect what a person
does with his/her life than FREE ENTERPRISE? Wealth MAKES that
decision for you - not just money wealth, either, but WELL-BEING WEALTH.
You are but a PAWN of your desire for WELL-BEING, yea, verily the
PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS. And you campaign for it every day, and check it
out -
the only way to win the election for the jackpot of well-being is to promise to
share it once you win. :) :) :)
You know, I always chide myself that I think of myself as being so "radical" or
whatever, but I'm not involved with my community AT ALL. Like, I have all
free time, but I'm not volunteering or teaching kids or anything. I guess I'm
hoping that unamerican will grow into a way to reach the kids who really
matter, to tell them that it's POSSIBLE to turn your dreams into reality, or at
least into a sticker. :)
But that's EXACTLY the nature of the revolution that *I* want to foment. I love
those moments of SECRET COMMUNICATION of the POSSIBILITIES of
FREEDOM. When Brie wrote about taking that little girl aside and telling her
that she is RIGHT to fight for what she believes, I was like, YES. I am hoping
that every sticker I sell serves as that kind of REMINDER that the ONLY
RULES are the RULES IN OUR HEADS - as long, of course, as we don't get
caught.
One solid goal of this listserv is to imagine TEN PEOPLE in your local area
that you'd like to recruit for, say, an interstellar rocketship to begin a brand
new earth. Maybe these people aren't even people you KNOW very well,
maybe they're your best friends. Now, understand this - THESE TEN
PEOPLE are YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. They are your FAMILY, and you've
got to figure a way out to INCLUDE them in your life. I mean, think about it
from my perspective - if I can either give a THOUSAND catalogs out
randomly, or FIFTY to people I give a fuck about, I'd DEFINITELY choose the
latter.
And the cool thing is that when you meet ONE interesting person, you've
REALLY met a representative for a group-of-ten. Our peer groups are like
nodes in a network of interestingness, and all interesting people are linked to
this network (no matter how tenuously). This network, in a very real way,
keeps us ALIVE. Respect it, and help it grow, whatever you do.
That eight-year-old that Brie mentions is MY EQUAL, and yours. It's all about
RESPECT, folks, and the joy that we feel in helping each other grow and
ROCK THE FUCK OUT.
It was that sorta new-wave flick from the eighties where all the adults
disappeared (or was it "died"?) leaving only teenagers and kids to run the
apparatus of society. Now, if we take a look at this in economic terms, it's an
interesting twist on the "state of nature" theory that ran through nineteenth-
century liberal philosophy. It doesn't postulate society returning to a pure
saveage state, but rather that the productive apparatus of society remains
while the SOCIAL apparatuses disappear.
A capitalist would hold that things would continue same as before, with kids
owning what their parents left behind; however, I feel that ownership doesn't
always coincide with understanding of how something works. In such a
society, who should "own" a dairy farm - a person who holds a piece of paper
calling them the owner, or someone who can actually make that farm
produce?
If the societal basis (e.g. money, legal title) for ownership disappears, society
will most likely dictate "ownership" of a means of production by merit. In other
words, she/he who knows how to USE an electric lathe should "own" it, not
someone who has an outdated deed to the factory in which it sits. That ain't
capitalism, no sirree.
A socialist, however, would postulate that society would organize itself much
tighter than determining ownershipo - it would create collectives to run the
capital, tied together by a central committee which would plan the economic
growth of the young society. All property would be owned by the state and
administered by these experts, and coercive measures would be used to
maintain this hegemony.
Now, to the socialist's credit, that "collective" idea isn't so bad.- it postulates
groups of people teaming together to collectively enjoy the fruit of their
multiplied labor. But as far as that coercion and centralization thesis, I
certainly hope that the kids involved here would be freedom-oriented enough
to kick back against centralization of any sort for several generations.
Centralized socialism is a revolutionary response to a highly mechanized,
highly exploitative mode of production, but that's not what we have in this
world-without-adults.
So what do ***I*** think would happen? Well, I feel that the kids WOULD
organize labor around collectives, in order to make the best use of the
unused tools society has left them. Most likely, kids would gather their
friends, go seize some unused means of production, and learn how to make
goods with it. You'd also have a small service economy, car mechanics, kids
who've learned plumbing, maybe even hairdressers and (considering that
CULTURE hasn't been wiped out by the comet) musicians.
But it would take them a very long time for these kids to form anything like a
"government" beyond, perhaps, a council of some sort. Hopefully people will
feel like banding together to create actual value in sthe yong society, rather
than trying to scam off of these collectives, rob them, etc. I mean, maybe
that's not realistic, but I'm enough of a humanist to postulate assholes are
culturally rather than genetically conceived.
If you're one of those who capitalism is treating fairly, if you've got little to
complain about, good for you. But please, understand that you're no majority.
However, if you agree that staying attached to capitalism is getting you
nowhere, if you feel like you're wasting the best years of your life as a cog in
a machine that defies comprehension, maybe it's time to detach for a while.
Maybe it's time to pretend a comet has taken all of it away, and that it's time
to reboot this country starting with YOUR LIFE.
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If you're like me, you own stuff and you sort of like it. For me, I've got this
computer, and I like owning it. I like being able to get up in the middle of the
night and start hacking away at it, and I like being able to rock out to Scared
of Chaka or Unwound or Galaxie 500 on the old setero I also own. I like
playing in my band, with a guitar and amp that I own, and occasionally I like
to own food that a restaurant has sold me.
THe great thing about free neterprise is that when you get into it, when you
feel it working and you've gotten past the initial doubts, you experience the
feeling of investing in your own potential for FREEDOM. YOur piggy bank
becomes a symbol, not of another book or record or car payment, but of
LIBERATION from the need to have a boss EVER AGAIN.
It is better to BE tha man, than to WORK for the man. And you can start a
small business with so little money it'll shock you.
I am a man of hope and hate, of wit and frenzy. I'm sick of my own inaction. I
look around at a world that I didn't shape, at problems that I can't even
comprehend. Invisible poisons rot our air, and products products products
define the lines within which we live.
All I have is this instinct. This primal urge to be free.
It isn't much to go on, but it's all I have. And, like a cornered animal, I will fight
against any encroachment on that freedom 'til the bitter end.
Why are rich people rich? Is it because they are better than we are? Or is it
maybe just a case of squatters' rights - "we got here first"? Is getting there
first the answer? Is that all there is?
This is a land with no more land, a space bounded by our painful history, a
pissed-away potential that reeks to high heaven. And ownership, ownership,
ownership. Every bit of which is stolen, stolen, stolen - from the raw power
and ingenuity of those who designed it, built it, maintained it, and cleaned up
after it. Capital breeds capital. We have a virus amongst us, its name is
money, and it shall be cast from the temple once again.
It's all over, America. Your worst nightmare has risen. As companies have
been your triumph, a company shall be your demise. This company sees the
future. It sees the awful feelings in the stomachs of millions as they watch
their nation disintegrate in a slow-motion race riot. It sees the thankless
sweat on the brows of the immigrant millions as they toil to put grapes on
YOUR bourgeois tables. It sees the college graduates without clues to match
their degrees, without jobs that mean jack, but with great (and so very
ALTERNATIVE) CD collections. It sees the rich bastards and the wanna-be
rich bastards, all conspiring to be the first to force the future to its knees.
It sees you, in all your naked shame, in all your faded glory, your
unrecognized genius - YOU, buddy. And it wants to help. It wants to
articulate that scream of rage and perceived failure into national momentum.
It knows your rage, and it speaks the truth about what you feel. You know the
cards have been stacked against you - we demand a fair shuffle. This
company exists for one reason - to overturn, overturn, overturn.
Join us and matter. Forsake us and, hey, it's cool, but you will never be able
to forsake the truth, as your lungs breathe the dust of the new millenium.
Fight us, and feel the brunt of the momentum we have tapped. For we have
the technology. We have the truth on our side, and in the end, our brand of
chaos shall defeat your pathetic structure.
YOUR power.
Fuck the kind of power that emanates from the corporate ladder, from the
television screen, from the Office of the President. YOUR POWER IS MORE
IMPORTANT. We are about enhancing your lifestyle, by making people
NOTICE you and LISTEN to what you think.
YOU ARE A LEADER. If nothing else, YOU are leading YOURSELF, yes?
You may TRADE influence with others, but if you're reading this, you aren't
the sheep that capitalism feeds on. We're natural allies, you and I. By token
of the ideas you have, and the energy you radiate, you can lead me any day
of the week.
YOU KNOW THE SCORE. You can see this world for what it is - both a
wasteland and a paradise, a land of deathculture and a land of freedom. You
can escape the former and enter the latter SIMPLY BY BEING ALIVE AND
DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT. And in YOUR escape, you sow the seeds
of the revolution itself. By showing people your power to fuck shit up, you are
extending them an INVITATION to JOIN US.
We're nothing without you. We are EVERYTHING with you. Fuck the system
- it is YOU that matters, and THAT is what Unamerican is all about.
POWER.
I detest capitalism because I detest those who profit on the trained and
coerced labor of others without distributing the reward equitably, but also
because capitalist CULTURE encourages the workers to GO ALONG WITH
THIS.
conspiracy theory: if you tell everyone that it's going to happen, it's going to
happen
I am the last in a line of saints and revolutionaries that have been cut short by
The Black Iron Prison of which Dick spoke.
I'm the last, man. I am the LAST of these revolutionaries to die; the System
will effectively be defeated as a result of this project. It will be made SO
OBVIOUS that there's a conspiracy, a polot to Steal the Soul. People react to
stimuli that they can't control; someone will assassinate me.
Bulworth had the last clue; the Senator caused so many people to believe
that he was going to die, that it came true in the end. Beatty and I are
obviously tuned into the same satellite. As is every interesting person who's
dedicated their lives to Fucking the System. Beatty is like the other band that
becomes famous instead of the one Brady was backing. t-shirt = "i want to
live before i die" with graphics of hands breaking through handcuffs
Send a press release just to Steve Silberman. He will love that shit. The first
web-predicted death, to truly illustrate the haunting power of memes. I want
to create a meme so strong that it reaches everyone, and collectively the
belief that I'm going to be shot will be so intense that someone will actually
rise to the occasion and put a bullet in my head.
I AM CHRIST JESUS.
the press and the people at large act as a tin-can telephone through which
"God" and the Devil (or assasinated and assassin) communicate. i'd be killing
myself as effectively as if I had mailed the assassin a letter that says "shoot
me on this date". There's a lot of line noise, but eventually the assassin hears
the message unencrypted.
Just like the Kennedy assassination, they're going to get the wrong guy. more
than one guman will show up at the scene, and the real assassin will get
away.
Isn't it obvious that Jack Ruby was SUPPOSED to kill Kennedy, but Oswald
got the jump on him and killed him first?
using the press as our way of communicating. it's like a mom saying, "srini
come home" to a TV camera instead over the phone to me directly;
eventually, the word gets out through the media and i come home, just as i
would over a direct phone contact.
Any fans of the Church of the SubGenius are going to think they've seen this
technique before, and they'd have a good point. Except, see, this time we
don't putz around with cartoony in-joke cuteness. This time we go for the
jugular.
This time we're going to scrimmage, and christ himself is the ball, and we're
a-gonna force a fumble. That's right, folks, we're going to steal jesus back
from the assholes. And we're going to reinvent "God" in OUR fucking image,
as opposed to vice versa. A *useful* god. A "God" that'll carry our groceries
for us, that gives a damn good footrub.
And all of this will bother the FUCK out of the religious, especially when we
get to tell them "oh, yes, i'm 'religious' too". And the joke, the real
PUNCHLINE, is that we WILL be. We will speak with FAITH, with assurance,
with KNOWLEDGE that "religion" has CHANGED OUR LIVES FOREVER.
Someone mentioned that until now, religious people seem to have no sense
of humor. But what when WE write the commandments? and perhaps one of
them, maybe in the top five, is "thou shalt laugh heartily on occasion, and in
the character of thine laugh shall the world know that you fucking MEAN IT."
and maybe next would be "thou shallst not laugh at that which just ISN'T
VERY FUNNY, even though thine boss utterst it"? :)
this religion, the one i am proposing, the one i have not yet proposed - is not
about rules. it is not about COMMANDMENTS. it is about descriptions. it is
about observing the world and making statements based on the observation.
Not stories, simple statements - simple truths such as "most people are
boring". Those four words could spawn a book. I like that.
okay, a LOT of people are talking about school, about education and how
worthless it is etc. Golly, how I agree with that. See, though, the problem is
that the more I start to understand how to GET AROUND the bullshit of
society, the more I start seeing that there is NO way that ANY kind of
"education" or "ideology" or whatever can help a person who lacks VISION -
or STOP a person who HAS it.
Nobody needs to tell you to learn the lyrics to your favorite song. And nobody
will need to tell you to learn how to perform the job of your dreams. All there
is to say is to KNOW YOUR FUTURE and to MAKE SURE YOU'RE READY
FOR IT.
I agree that school has rarely taught me anything, at least not since high
school, but I am afraid that is mostly my fault for not really giving a FUCK
about anything that was taught in school. If there is ONE thing that I wish
someone had told me when I was in school, it is that I should NOT have
waited to start a business of some sort. I could have started Unamerican
when I was nineteen years old instead of when I was twenty-three, and if I
had, well, I frankly think it would have turned out better. When you're young,
you've got that CRAZY CONFIDENCE, that mix of ego and energy that you
NEED in order to bust out of the way things have been before. Plus, you can
still afford to BLOW IT, which means you get to work without a net. Any
success I have with this company is linked with the fact that I am still young.
A great idea makes you feel TIMELESS. It can make a teenager feel like the
most experienced and confident forty-year-old; it can make an elderly woman
babble excitedly and motivate endlessly like she's in her early twenties. The
crisis of education is linked directly with our nation's crisis of IDEAS. We
aren't learning things in our schools because THERE'S NOTHING THERE
TO LEARN.
This is sad, of course, but the only way we can overcome it is to accelerate
our culture. And sadder still, the only acceleration we can see is found on our
television screens and in the hectic pace of events we read about in the
paper.
I say FUCK the larger culture - LEARN to LEARN for YOURSELF. I say, kids,
LEARN HOW TO DO SOMETHING OF VALUE TO EACH OTHER. Learn
how to write things that OTHER PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ. Learn how to
visualize ideas in tangible, "somebody oughta do that" ways. Learn how to
use tools to create things without a boss telling you to. Shit, learning how to
read tarot cards for yourself is more empowering - and therefore more
RELEVANT - than learning fucking brain surgery for your parents.
Anarchy has nothing to do with blowing things up. Fuck, that's FASCISM,the
opposite of anarchism. Anarchy is about FREEDOM, and how free canwe be
in a society that has explosions all the time? I'm always intrigued by stories of
assassination and violence, but I don't believe that we can create a free
society (or even change people's minds for the better) by killing people.
Destroying property can be valuable, but MY opinion is that all violence is
absorbed and turned into yet more sensationalist marketing for newspapers
and tabloid TV.
but back to the point, positive ideas, yes. but how do we get people thinking
"rationally"? open them up to "new" ideas?
You know, let me put it this way - TERRORISM IS CLICHE. It still shocks
people, but it doesn't really make people rethink things in any way - if
anything, it makes them MORE fearful of new ideas, not less.
I just think the idea of millions of americans scratching their heads and going
"fuck work? hmmmm..." is a pretty cool idea, so that's what I'm pursuing.
The antidote to bad ideas isn't censorship or violence. It's MORE ideas,
better ideas, communicated effectively. YEAH! :)
close your eyes and look out with your mind across america. chances are
you'll see a mix of good and bad, a mix of bored and interested people. You'll
see kids in overcrowded classrooms, sure, and pollution and greed and all
that... but you'll also see kids logging on, communicating about live issues
and breaking down traditions.
As much as a name like "unamerican activities" sounds like it represents
some bunch of whiners who only see the shitty side of life in the USA, that
ain't the case. Unamerican Activities is about recognizing traditional
boundaries on our free speech and expression and SMASHING THESE
BOUNDARIES TO BITS.
A great band makes you sway in time to the music, or jump up and down or
sing along to the choruses. But above all, a great band can boil your mind
over with possibilities. A great band makes you want to start your OWN damn
band. I am hoping that this website will have the same influence on all of you.
Anyone can make a thousand stickers and sell 'em or give them away or
whatever. I am hoping that the success of unamerican activities inspires you
to take YOUR dreams seriously, and not to give up beyond the point where
giving up is a learning experience.
Almost ALL long-term human action is indicative of one's "faith". I think faith
is good - it's important to have faith in your work, or faith in your friends or
family or whatever. Once, I might have even wanted to have faith in my
country. Unamerican is about teaching people to question that particular
brand of faith - PATRIOTISM.
In the world of 2100, there WON'T be room for nationalism. There just
WON'T. Our world will be so crowded, so generally fucked up, that ANY sort
of nationalism beyond a certain ethnic pride will be seen as greedy and
fascist. Unamerican, ironically then, is about putting america back in the
driver's seat. I want this country - specifically, I want THIS GENERATION - to
be the first one in history to proudly say WE REJECT NATIONALISM.
The thing is that I also have things that I consider holy. My opinjion is that
humans have, like, this "holiness gland" that secretes this need to hold things
as immortal and beautiful, and we can't help it. But there is a REASON this
gland exists, just like there's a reason that our teeth exist. And just like one's
teeth, they can be used well or used poorly.
I am holy about ideas. I am NUTS about people who have ideas. I only feel
good when I'm talking ideas, when I'm creating ideas, when I encounter
ideas. A great post, for instance, can light up my day, flip my switch from
"man, i'm unemployed and my company is a catastrophe" to "DUDE, I ROCK,
THAT GUY ROCKS TOO." That is why this listserv was created - so that
moments like that are POSSIBLE.
A good idea never dies. Shit, all ideas have a kernel of oldness to them - for
instance, Unamerican's ideas can be prefigured in the works of that one
greek philosopher guy who just bitterly mocked everything in greek society (i
think it was diogenes)... and, more recently, by work from three of my favorite
artists - jenny holzer, barbara kruger, and raymond pettibon, all of which
combine words and images to express bleak truths. Good art has this ring of
FAMILIARITY to it, a feeling that I consider holy.
But great art also ought to attack LESSER forms of holiness, such as those
that praxis outlines in his sermon. Attacking idiocy is a priority for
unamerican, as a lot of you have been able to decipher.
So stop having blind faith in your job, in your education, in the flag, in
advertisements, in anything but your own ability to live by your ideas and
your ability to meet others with ideas.
I'm sure you know this, but "anarchy" is NOT NOT NOT simply "no more
laws, no more government". An anarchist community could well decide that it
was in their best interests to create a body of law. Anyone who tells you
different has no idea what the fuck they're talking about. No, I don't want a
world where might makes right - but I do want FREEDOM, totally, FREEDOM
above everything for myself. If I feel freer to do what I need to do with a law, I
will support that law. For instance, there are laws against theft and murder
and rape, and as a consequence of these laws, I don't have to WORRY
about these issues as much as I would without those laws. Therefore, I
support those laws.
Anarchism is simply a perspective which says that society exists to enhance
individual choices, insofar as those choices do not limit those of others.
Anarchists hate coercion and the support freedom of individual expression.
Hope that sets the record straight for you.
I just want to let you know that although there are levels on which we totally
disagree, I respect your (personal!) intelligence and general guts-level. I'm
not even white, but I can sense that what you believe is the truth as you see
it, and I acknowledge your unflinching commitment to it. I would not say that
I'm a racialist by any means, but there are problems that are addressed by
your position that do demand solutions, problems that simply are ignored by
the agenda of this nation's ridiculous excuse for a press corps.
I'm proposing that you be a bit savvy with your views. There's truth to them,
somewhere in there, and I don't *ever* flinch from the truth either, even if I'm
told by the media that the speaker of that truth would like to see me exiled or
even killed because of the color of my skin.
You see, I could personally *give* a fuck about that color; I care about
*ideas*. I'm hoping that your priorities bear *some* resemblance to mine - I'm
certain that you, like me, have contempt of people without ideas. In fact, it is
safe to say that almost all of the language you use to speak of members of
non-white races maps onto my feelings about BORING PEOPLE. Boring
people, people without ideas and intelligence - of ALL races - THEY are the
ones who breed like rabbits, control the media (which *loves* getting their
attention for some reason - well, we both $$$ know the reason $$$ don't
we??$??), and generally take things that interesting people built up with
loving care and turn them into inefficient, anti-innovative and all-around
stupid monoliths. Even the government, which we both hold in contempt, was
exciting in the early years; it's just that as time went on, boring people found it
and through sheer numbers made it their own.
That, my friend, is history, the way it works. We, the interesting, are gifted
with ideas which basically FORCE us to create things. Then, as we step back
to admire our work and take a well-deserved rest, shocked at the money
rolling right in, we lower our guard. We get all idealistic. "Oh, anyone can do
*anything*, all they need is a *chance*." So we hire them. We drop our filters,
the filters that keep boring people out of our lives and away from our projects.
We let the boring in, and they bring with them their rot. This rot either
stagnates our projects or destroys them. We end up either bitter or angry,
until we can't take any more, so we create something new. And then it starts
over again. This is why everything that was once so revolutionary and
interesting, once its contribution to history is complete, ends up GETTING IN
THE WAY of progress. The boring find it, make it famous, see it in stadiums,
put it on TV, and ask for it to heal them and bless them, (which it never does
- there is *no* conversion from boring to interesting)(though i have
occasionally, to my chagrin, witnessed the converse). I cite as examples Rod
Stewart and Jesus Christ, as well as almost everything worth a shit I have
ever experienced; it ends up getting in the way, clung to and defeated by the
leeches of boredom.
Race-mixing is a tough one for us to see eye-to-eye on; i'll acknowledge that.
You do have allies in the strangest places (take my mom, for instance - if I
don't marry into my race, she'd freak out); anti-race-mixing is certainly not an
attitude exclusive to whites, not in the least. I guess racial purity isn't my
particular jihad; I just hate boring people, i could CARE who fucked to make
'em.
Anyway, I've gone on too long. I'd be interested in hearing your perspective,
and, um, please don't beat me up. :)
actually, this could be a lot of fun, because you're someone I believe will
disagree intelligently with certain ideas I have. Maybe even teach me
something. which is *much* more gratifying personally than another teenage
"right-on", even if that has its place as well. When you put ideas out on the
web, it's like, you get more excited sometimes about the flames than you do
about the agreements.
Ultimately, I believe that there exist universal truths. This is a postulate for me
because it encourages me to find good disagreeing debate-type partners.
What is needed is two or more people who can acknowledge each other's
valid points and hash out some simple statements that everyone can agree
on, even while they disagree on other aspects blah blah blah. This is why
most tv debates are pure shit - nobody's giving in, even an inch. I gotta say
that the republicans i've seen are some pretty heinous offenders from this
reporter's perspective.
I'll tell you my standard rant about conservatism etc. I believe that
conservatism is a valid perspective that has a whole lot of bum marketing.
I've found that I agree with a lot of points that are brought about by libertarian
conservatives. In theory. I do believe that they also make certain
assumptions, for instance about things like level playing fields, informed
consumers, honest competition etc. that make their theories fun, but no more
useful than many socialist theories out there. At any rate, though, this
perspective deserves champions, it deserves a place at the national (and my
personal) table of debate.
Also, think about it - do you eat at Taco Bell? shop at A&P or Barnes & Noble
or Walmart? listen to corporate radio? you're implicit in the creation of the
shitty jobs just by your (probable) consumption patterns. That's fine as far as
it goes, but it sucks that MOST PEOPLE are UNCONSCIOUS of the fact that
their consumption ENDORSES the creation of crappy jobs. Kapiche?
Hence, I'm no fan of the kowtowing republicans do to those who already have
money. I view their championing of small business to be rhetoric, especially
when I see things like their opposition to mobile healthcare and their
encouragement of private schooling. (I'm a product of a public school.
Subsidies would not have done me any good.) I am a true fan of small
business, who constantly turn out the most interesting, delicious and exciting
products (take a look at our vibrant computer industry). Republicans seem to
be fans of "industry". Industries such as tobacco, alcohol and guns, not to
mention power and paper and meat and all the groups screaming for
"deregulation" so they can continue fucking things up in the name of progress
(which means their profit). People have a right to choose what they consume,
unless it's air and water, but they forfeit that right to marketing (which is
education's dysfunctional often-lying cousin). I should know - I make my living
doing marketing.
I *love* the free market (obviously; it's what I'm doing), but I pretty much hate
"capitalism". I don't believe dollars should make the decisions; I believe
GOOD IDEAS should make the decisions. This country and its economy are
JUST FREE ENOUGH to let people start their own businesses and get loans
after bending over backwards etc. and in that sense, the country is still great
and full of potential. But when you have dollars, your tendency is to
build a monopoly
If you want to read how bad things are, this isn't the book for you.
First and foremost, we must somehow rescue the word "revolution" from the
scrap heap of history.
how do we know the "revolution" when we see it? to what extent do we need
to agitate and organize for sweeping, societal change, and to what extent
should we simply enable individual acts of rebellion?
one more time, folks - what Unamerican is fighting is NOT the
GOVERNMENT. Listen: i've got a strong, strong bias against republicans,
okay? but if you're going to go all "fuck the government" and say that that's all
the revolution is, well, the republicans are the ones who seem to advocate
cutting all the government's services etc. etc. etc. Go vote for Newt if that's all
you wanna see, but if you've got two brain cells, you see that the government
often cuts AGAINST the values and goals of Big Business, and in a weird
way is allied with our cause of anti-hierarchy and anti-coercion.
The tools that Big Business has to wield against freedom far outclass
anything the Government can muster in a semi-democracy like this.
Therefore, to me at least, overthrowing the government ranks really fucking
low on the list of priorities as far as "revolution" goes.
Also, i am sick of "punk" that only addresses the concerns of "punks" - self-
referenced and self-satisfied indie-rock cliques that have given up activism
for lifestyleism. I am into the kind of punk that once dreamed of taking over
the world, or at least made ME dream of it. (I mean that in the figurative
sense, of course - i can't even seem to take over my room correctly...)
Stickers - well, EVERYONE seems to like stickers, and they're about pure
expression that confronts squares on a daily basis, like mohawks once did
but don't anymore, you know?
Fuck weaponry. Fuck war. Tonight, I am a raving lunatic for peace. What the
fuck do people kill other people for? What the fuck good do they think it will
do? Motivations for this kind of thing - for MURDER - are diverse, and
perverse and wrong, but I'm not going to try to heal humanity of its motivation
to kill itself. But, "God" damn it, I AM NOT GOING TO SIT IDLY BY while this
so-called "strong economy" is proud to employ (x) people in the
MANUFACTURE of TOOLS that are about DEATH.
This is why you're worth speaking to. I want to confirm your suspicions.
Society is a trap. It feeds on death, it teaches you to be polled but never
heard. I want you to want something better than that for yourself. I want you
to channel that feeling, that pent-up rage against boredom, into something
positive, something that speaks the truth. I want you to help me do something
about death.
War is an ugly fucking way to go, and that's what the USA sells.
War is about people being dismembered. Fathers being tied and quartered in
public before their suns. Bodies being boiled with battery acid, to prove the
point that you don't FUCK with a Liberian looter. Women - ten-year-olds -
raped, assembly-line-style by boys under the command of men under the
amphetamine influence of weaponry that WE SOLD THEM, "God" damn it,
THE FUCKING U.S. of fucking A. Because, to Reagan, those sales meant a
healthy economy. An economy powered by a demand that he knew - that he
KNOWS, lying on his palatial deathbed - would never falter.
Weaponry teaches us that blood isn't a big deal. That there's a huge industry
standing behind you, smiling, as you shoulder your Kalishnikov and murder
boy scouts - they're waiting to sell you more ammo, actually, and they
dropped some coupons for them back at base. Machetes, at least, are ugly.
It's a lot of work killing a man with a machete. You need to be filled with a
certain high level of hate (or testosterone?) before you can pull a stunt like
that, no matter to what tribe you belong. But a US fighter pilot sees humans
as less than blips on a radar.
US weapons were sold, in mass quantities (and often with US$ provided for
anti-communist "stabilization"), to Somalia, Liberia, Haiti. Bosnia, Iran, Iraq.
El Salvador, Columbia, Rwanda. Israel and its many enemies. These
weapons prompted the Soviets to sell weapons to North Korea, China (which
has gone on to create its own booming weapons industry), Angola (try living
in Angola during *peacetime*), and basically everywhere we missed.
This doesn't even take into account the so-called "consumer" weapons
industry, the one that funds the NRA, the one responsible for Waco, the
Freemen, Los Angeles, the tension you feel walking through any urban area,
metal detectors at inner-city schools, the insanity of kids killing kids as if it
were another quarter popped into Street Fighter.
World War III is all around us. It is a decentralized Internet of murder, terror,
and rape. It is our nation as a slow-motion race riot. It is children learning
how to kill before they learn how to read. It is a booming brothel industry in
Moscow. It is deforestation in Brazil and Oregon, and how the summers are
slowly getting hella hot. It is the DMV being paid off by the Mafia, the NFL in
the pockets of the CIA. It is tributes to King, X and the Kennedys instead of
the genuine article. It is a white man conning a Native American into building
a casino on sacred land. It is a nail driven through the head of a Burmese
pro-democracy demonstrator - she's only fifteen. It is Wired-inspired
snobbery, Details-mandated lack of fashion sense, a Sassy converted from
engaging to way beyond boring for a certain undisclosed sum. It is a
fourteen-year-old girl being told she is too fat, a young father flipping
channels because GM just laid him off, a black man turning to alcohol in San
Francisco's Tenderloin because he's got nothing else, and a white woman,
feeling bad, but still scared to respond at all to his request for spare change.
It is aging hippies fighting for marijuana legalization, hand-in-hand with RJR
Nabisco. It is naziism reborn on the World Wide Web. It is 7-11 pushing a
small Korean grocer out of business, Wal-Mart buying billions of dollars worth
of Chinese slave-labor goods, gangsta rap turning murderers into icons. It is
a billion wasted evenings and weekends of being spoonfed the latest and
most "infotaining" lies and half-truths on television worldwide - every night.
Which also means a billion 'zines or journal entries that never got written
tonight, a billion conversations averted, a billion lies reinforced in separate
heads. It is a nation of temps, a computer industry plotting the next hit
wargame, a suicide bomber in Sri Lanka. It is punk rockers who have
discovered heroin, punk rockers who clamber onto MTV and are satisfied,
punk rockers who have totally forgotten that disgust with society and its
norms, not Manic Panic, was what got it all started.
World War III is YOU, with your lonely, irrelevant, isolated life. The fact that
no matter what you do, you're alone. No matter how well the politicians
whisper sweet nothings to you for your vote, you mean fuck all to this
government and its society, as long as you keep paying those taxes and
"consuming". Until you begin creating, begin mattering - that's right, prove
your reason to exist, DO something, make someone laugh, provoke a
reaction, start a small business, spread SOME kind of awareness that things
are horribly wrong and that it's up to you to set it right - well FUCK YOU!!!!
Fuck you and your privilege of sitting around and eating ten times the world's
daily calorie ration if that's what you want to do today. Fuck you and the
almighty Dollar in your pocket that the world is bending over backwards to try
and nab.
Punk rockers like to say "fuck the world". We are part of a proud American
heritage, my friends. Fucking the world is about as establishment as you can
get.
I will tell you this much - I know what the enemy is. I stand against World War
III. I stand against death, and the devaluation of human life that it brings.
Against the packaging and export of death, the death we eat for our
bourgeois dinner, the toenails being pulled from dissidents tonight in Tehran.
And the fact that our great nation made it all possible, and continues to do so,
fills me with revulsion and shame.
Don't go looking for money when you are all fucked up inside. Go looking for
money when you're feeling totally rad. If you wait until you NEED the money,
you will cut a lousy deal.
Think of attracting money as attracting a girl. You don't think the girl wants
you to TRY too hard and look lik e a dork, do you? But on the other hand, the
girl doesn't want you to FAIL to try. The girl wants something in between -
coupled with timing and sweet persistence, she's YOURS and once she
smiles on you, she will NEVER close her legs to you.
You DESERVE money, you just need to believe it yourself. You should claim
that you've been looking for investment with big venture banks. Or that you
have a rich uncle who wants to invest in you, but you'd rather work with your
friends.
money isn't a problem, as you've always knew, to the man of ideas. I have
never been able to save a penny in my life, but I get along okay because I
know how to demand enough to live offa . If you don't go into negotiatns with
a strong suit, you've got no advnatages and they'll eat you alive.
I can see that if Unamerican fails, it's the last try I will ever have at getting
back at the system. Future generations will either be inspired or oppressed
by us. If we fail, we'll be depressing for people a century to come - just as the
'60s are looked back at wistfully by many of today's young. We wish we
could've been part of the '60s, well I'll create a movement that makes kids
wish they were there forEVER!!!!
You are going to WISH you were alive during my period of life. I will make
you feel free, just thinking about me.
one of my influences is a book that came out in maybe 1989 called THREAT
BY EXAMPLE. I think more than anything, those three words symbolize what
we should strive to be. In other words, by creating lifestyles and communities
and projects that are not beholden to systemic control, that spring from the
heart, we personally experience liberation on a day-to-day level.
the way i see it, the role of anti-mainstream culture is to build a network to
promote revolutionary ideas. the ideas don't go far without the network, and
in a way, THE NETWORK ***IS*** THE IDEA. I wouldn't be going so crazy
trying to keep unamerican going if I didn't feel that we need togain more and
more cool people to promote our ideas, and remember - nothing I'm saying is
that original, i'm a child of my influences just like we all are.
overlaid on top of the "boring/evil" america we all know and hate is the
potential (and occasionally the reality) of a joyous, energetic, and driven
America that promotes freedom and equality and true progress. unamerican
activities is striving to make that TRUE america MANIFEST, to make it
EXIST.
the government isn't even the enemy, not really. I'm much more afraid of
institutions that don't even APPEAR to have any real power - such as NBC,
Microsoft, the Promise Keepers, etc. None of these forces have armies or
guns or anything, but they influence minds AWAY from this do-it-yourself
network that I believe in. The enemy is MUCH broader than the
"government".
there are certain "issues" that have been used to divide people of radical
minds for many years, and I'd love to see that NOT happening in MY
community. I'm talking about HOLY WARS. Holy wars are debates where
both sides are deeply entrenched in either an ideology or an anti-ideology,
and such conflicts invariably lead to raised voices and the splintering of the
group.
atheist vs. agnostic vs. christian vs. some other religion vs. pantheist blah
blah
etc.
I am looking for a forum where I can discuss the possible impending doom of
the yucko culture that runs these united states, and what to do to bring it
about sooner. If I can find others who have the same opinion of the future of
the USA, we will have strategy, positioning, news and planning to discuss.
But we will also be susceptible to the common social diseases that plague
such groups. I would like to figure out ways of avoiding such common
problems up-front.
One common issue that breaks radical groups into splinters is the meat vs.
no-meat debate. In my opinion, I'm inclined to side with the no-meat crew
because what they're suggesting is anti-status-quo. Any anti-status-quo
perspectives deserve a VOICE in our culture.
That said, EVERYONE MUST MAKE THEIR OWN DECISIONS about the
issue that's raised. And vegetarians, face this fact - NOBODY IS GOING TO
STOP EATING MEAT BECAUSE OF AN EMAIL FLAMEFEST. Or any other
kind of confrontational activism. Got it? It's counterproductive, ineffective and
besides the point. There are more effective ways of spreading this gospel,
and let's discover them!
That said, even if you're the Ultimate Carnivore, if you're down with
revolution, you gotta love the idea of people bothering squares about their
meat-eating habits. ANY BOTHERING OF SQUARES IS COOL. And as long
as you go along with that thesis, you're unamerican to me.
i guess my problem with school choice isthat there are concerns that don't
necessarily prioritizequality-of-education in this country, namely race. what
happens when parents want their kids to be, say, with only kids of a certain
ethnic group? more than they want their kids to have a good education?
you'vegot the whole segregation issue all over again, and there's a strong
chancefor the idiotic biases of the parents will be reinforced in yet another
way.
also, the issue i have with libertarians is not necessarily with their visions of
"ideal" situations. In a perfect world, school choice would inject a much-
needed dose of competition into our stagnating school system. But we've got
to remember that as much as we dig free enterprise, the flipside of the coin is
capitalism - e.g. systems engineered to TILT the game one way or another.
One voucher proposal is that parents be given a tax break - e.g. cash - to pay
for schooling for their kids. This would be a pretty bad idea, non?
Basically if you've got "good" parents that really have your best interests in
mind, that's great. But if you've got crap (or even negligent/overworked)
parents, here's yet another chance for them to screw you over in a big way.
As important as parents are, the whole institution of parenthood often takes
on elements of hierarchy and coercion, and as an anarchist, i regard that as
a threat to freedom.
i hate to be so binary about it, but just like any tool, drugs can be used in
"good" and "bad" ways - or, more appropriately, "interesting and life-
affirming" and"boring and death-enabling" ways.
anyone out there who's dabbled in pharmaceuticals knows what i'm getting
at. "drugs" is too broad an umbrella - saying "ALL DRUGS ARE BAD" is the
same as saying "ALL RELIGIONS ARE GOOD", and NOBODY says that.
Since that's the case, we need to evaluate not the drug, but the person.
"Drugs don't fry brains. PEOPLE fry brains." We've got a culture that is SO
BORING that people are grasping at straws trying to stay engaged in life.
This is bullshit, but it's a larger issue than just "are drugs good?"
Drugs aren't meant to be a REASON to live, but they do allow for interesting
perspectives on your life. Unfortunately, if your life isn't that interesting, being
on drugs is an easy answer for that problem.
your protest inspires me and inspired an entire country of people who read
the news... now the idea is that maybe 5% of the people checking it out in the
paper will dig your message, but THAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT FIVE
PERCENT THERE IS.
The idea of unamerican is to locate and inspire and ORGANIZE the five
percent of people who are inclined to take action upon being inspired. Most
people get inspired and do jack shit with that energy, but I feel that
Unamerican people want to change this society and we change things
through ACTION and ORGANIZATION, not just words.
I've got no illusions about changing anyone's life. I know there's art and
projects that have changed mine, and I'm grateful, and the best way of
expressing my gratitude is to redouble their efforts. The art that inspired me
gave me a bullshit filter, and now I know what feels like TRUTH and what
simply doesn't. It is my job to get that truth as far as possible, to replicate it
over and over and over and over until it's everywhere.
Think about what we're selling, guys. We sell stuff that says things like FUCK
WORK, END THE USA, COPS SMELL FUNNY, JESUS HATES ME. I am of
the opinion that it is impossible to sell out such sentiment. These stickers are
salt with which we can plow into the earth so that the weeds of Wageslavery,
Empire, Fascism, and Organized Religion die and never come back. If we
can get twelve-year-olds thinking such things are hip, thinking those ideas
resonate with them, well isn't that a lot more important than chatting away on
this listserv?
Hot Topic or Urban Outfitters can't sell out "fuck work". Hell, Time/Warner
couldn't sell out "Fuck Work". These companies depend on people
WORKING so that they can CONSUME from them. The more we believe in
getting rid of the System within OUR OWN LIVES, the more papercuts we
can inflict on the System. And the more people thinking like that, the more
lemon we squeeze into those cuts.
It is my goal to get this nation to THINK TREASON. Ever see that movie "Oh
"God" Part II", where the little girl comes up with the ad campaign "Think
God"? Well, that's the idea. I don't care if I have to ***give*** the stickers to
stores - I need RECRUITS, I need BODIES, I need PEOPLE who will think
with passion, individuality and justice and VIEW THIS NATION WITH CLEAR
EYES.
If it helps me reach even ONE MORE member of that Five Percent, I'll die
satisfied. Because we've got a lot going for us right now, here on this listserv
and in the other aspects of the UA community, but it OBVIOUSLY AIN'T
ENOUGH. If we can get so many people acting that it makes people feel
STUPID unless they get off their asses - THEN, to me, THAT'S
REVOLUTION.
That's MY version of changing the world, ladies and gentlemen. I made many
mistakes when I was younger, and I make them still, but I know that through
communication the People of Flavor can collectively TRANSCEND those
mistakes and DESTROY WHAT BORES US ON SIGHT.
agreement on the concept of "God" is one that's torn radical groups apart in
the past. whereas groups that AGREE on the flavor of "God" (e.g. religious
bastards) have instant unity, often across class/race/gender lines, we
radicals wind up splitting ourselves apart on matters of little import.
let's all agree that IF there's a God, He/She/It wants this death-culture to go
DOWN. and that, in that case, we've got a sacred duty to make that shit
occur.
and if there ISN'T a God, it's in OUR self-interests to make the same end
come to pass.
and that therefore, there's no functional difference between the two camps at
all, as far as the actions of this group are concerned.
I guess my only mission is to find more and more and more people who
already agree with me, in the hope of building a network of like-minded
people.
Why? Well, I'm not sure. Perhaps I'm not the one to figure out what purpose
this network is meant to serve - all I know is that building it FEELS GOOD. I
think if this network is what I hope it'll be - which is, chock full of engaged,
vibrant people - someone on it is going to have a generationally-sweeping
idea and turn it into a historical force. That's my hope, and I think it's the best
shot at "moments of existential communal ecstasy" I can imagine.
About losing my youth energy - I'm not sure it's about "burning out". I think
the more accustomed you get to living a life of energy, the more you'll kick
and scream against losing it. I think working for the man sort of makes us
LAZY, makes us view work as an obstacle to joy instead of a potential means
toward making history. That's one message I'd like to get out to the kids that I
can reach.
My dad worked for IBM for twenty years, and I interned there summers
through college. It's socialism, man, plain and simple. My dad now works at
this chip company here in silicon valley, Applied Materials, which is FAR
more entrepreneurial and he says he's gotten stuff done at a pace four times
as fast as he ever did at IBM.
I feel that it's the first of the crazy-way-out-weirdo sites that have scared so
many parents in Paducah to be TURNING A PROFIT VIA A
MERCHANDISING MODEL. There are other mailorder companies, sure, and
there's the whole adult-site thing, but we think we're special, and I think that
merits attention. We have CREATED our product line and model based
purely on the world wide web's ability to reach our customers, and it's starting
to pay off.
The web blurs the line about what is really the PRODUCT at a merchandise-
oriented site. Is it the stuff you're pushing or is it the site itself? Just like in the
hit-music industry, people first have to hear your music for free before they
pony up the dough. It's the same with our site and our product. (Press is
important too, and maybe that's why i'm asking for your advice...)
I've been supporting myself off the proceeds of this site since March, and I
think the website affords me a unique stage with which to reach a lot of
creative, plugged-in kids (and adults). the promotional model has been
strictly word-of-mouth, although we ARE giving away five million "fuck work"
stickers this year. And we've got a compelling brand and logo, one that
conveys who we are with a minimum of fuss, and that's important on the
internet too.
But isn't it crazy how DIVERSE the web has become? I mean, think of the
niche that we're able to work on profitably (and thereby expand) -
REVOLUTIONARY THOUGHT! Abbie Hoffman would SHIT! :) And the
beauty of the web isn't that anyone can be CNN - they can't - but that anyone
can be Saatchi and Saatchi.
Because S&S have to create for a MASS MEDIA; they fundamentally need to
appeal to the lowest common denominator (depending on the product). On
the Web, we can build a business that REPELS as well as ATTRACTS,
thereby making the attraction that much stronger. I knew I was doing
something right when I first got hatemail. Hate mail means that people
REALLY CARE. :)
I just want to emphasize that people STILL can use the internet to make a
good living with a combination of design, products that are unique and easily
conveyed in 72 dpi, community, and - this is important - PERSONALITY.
Ours are perhaps the only bumperstickers direct-marketed with the sense
that an individual, rather than a bunch of "creatives", sat there and thought of
them. People will pay for that. And that's where so many corporate content
sites could learn a lesson or two, in my humble opinion.
i'm doing this to get in touch with other people, and form a loose network that
hopefully will be able to create a low-tech mechanism for disseminating
counter-cultural thought.
the idea is that only a couple words can be all that's necessary for a full-
fledged idea-set to blossom in the minds of the people we're reaching. hence,
we follow a keep-it-simple-stupid method of propaganda. When we reach
someone like us, we don't need to send them a forty-page screed on the evils
of the workplace - all we have to do is set the topic with a "FUCK WORK"
sticker and let THEM do the thinking for THEMSELVES.
generally, i mean to be both. as you might imagine, i hardly give a crap for
labels, y'know? i've got far bigger fish to fry, and i've never had any desire to
join any organized designation. i reach out to anarchists, mostly, because I
feel that their pursuit of liberty is for real (as opposed to the "cut taxes now"
motivations of libertarians).
the idea is to outline the "demographic of critique", and then working with that
demographic to substantiate real activism change.
over the years I have come to believe that the creation of intense, agonizing
boredom for thinking people is only a small part of a giant plot to enslave all
of mankind forever.
the worst thing is that there doesn't even need to be a smoke-filled room for
this to take place - all you need is media-driven capitalism, and suddenly
events in life that once held true meaning are rendered obsolete.
ever notice how the most creative kids in college end up going into
advertising and marketing? makes sense, yes, on an atomic level - the kids
in question are happy with their career - but think about it, they're harnessing
their collective brainpower behind endorsing this shitty, shitty system. sad but
true!
We're doing this in hopes of MARKETING free speech, making free speech
exciting and cool and new again. It's important to me to catalogue the
breaches of justice that the System imposes on us, but I feel that other sites
are doing a good job of that. What we're about is INTERACTIVITY. Our punk
ethics tell us that we're FAILING unless we get people to START THEIR
***OWN*** DAMN STICKER COMPANIES or whatever. Unless we inspire
action, we're just going to contribute to the problem - smart people just
bitching about what's gone wrong.
the sad sad thing is that my idealism gets put to the test every day as I
struggle to make rent off this crazy thing. it's one of those things crazy people
do in their twenties, and there are two outcomes for this particular brand of
fuck-shit-up madness, in my estimation - cynicism or sellout.
the web is full of so much shit, and it's turning into COMMERCIAL shit with
great velocity... it is, however, a young enough medium where there's a
chance for a steadfastly lone wolf to create something of real value for
people, and that's my hope.
i had a weird time this last weekend. this is going to sound kooky, but i
freaked my girlfriend out because of a strange vision that i was going to die in
a year. talk about motivation to get shit done, to get ideas out there, to get
the world changed as quickly as possible. it's weird, i certainly hope it was a
false alarm, but i am finding myself weirdly empowered (not even morbidly
so) to continue to fucking rock out, both on and offline. it's true, we could be
dead tomorrow, there's no supposed "justice" in death, in fact if I do die it'd
be quite fortunate that I was able to savor the last year of my life extrahard
b/c of the foreknowledge.
Anyway, I am doing this project for some extremely important reasons, some
personal, some political, most of all it's actually a RELIGIOUS endeavor. I
don't affiliate with any existing religion, that is - I want to be part of HISTORY,
the positive history of "man's desire to create a better world". If I can lend
some definition to this historical movement, if I can add a sense of group
awareness to the individuals so inclined, then I will rest easy knowing I've
made my contribution.
I work my ass off on my art and slack on my job, because i care about my art
and i could give a rat's ass about my job (even though it pays the bills). Marx
is intense, but misguided - centralization is a TERRIBLE answer for how to
help turn work into a positive thing. The reason I work my ass off is because I
own this business - it lives and dies on my efforts, and I've come to treat it
like my child. I *love* unamerican, I take care of it like I would a baby. Really,
no shit.
I don't want people to work at jobs that will get them nothing but older. I want
them to do GREAT work, work that will change their lives and ours. MOST
JOBS ARE BULLSHIT, and I want to encourage people with the soul to hear
to not settle for bullshit. I'm sure you understand.
sure, there are a LOT of people out there who are just destined to be janitors
or unemployed stoners or whatever. I guess my point is that they've got to
figure out how to do it with STYLE GUTS AND ORIGINALITY or else it's like,
why do they even exist at all?
a lot of the point is that just by actually hunting my website down, anyone
who visits is in a cut above. There are plenty of things boring style-
challenged folks can do on the web - they don't have to come to me, and I
sorta don't want them because I can't change ANYTHING for them. Merely
by token of being interestED enough to tracuk UA down means that (I think)
they're worth a shit.
the people of Baja aren't really supplying Nathan anything; they're making no
upfront offer to assuage his "guilt". The guilt, as well as the recipe for its
abatement, are products of Nathan's civilization.
If Nathan did this for any kind of validation at all, it's a consequence of his
existence in the First World. I've got little idea what he did, and I too applaud
his desire to turn a chunk of his life into something useful for others, but since
those motivations are derived from a culture I'm against, they're sadly
suspect.
What Nathan did in Baja was a noble way of making the people of Baja a
little more like US. And as well-fed Americans, we must concede that that's
not so bad, but we've gotta be critical and think through the implications of
this kinder, gentler imperialism.
That said, again, this isn't Nathan's fault but the energy that he had towards
making things better is sort of redirected away from actions that could directly
pose a threat to his own society. As a result, Nathan comes back a better
man, but is left without context with which to apply any awareness of his
learning, and he gets a job and slowly that learning ebbs away.
well, i do feel like there is a SUBSET of humanity that's worth a shit. it's a
small subset, but my answer to it is separatism. fuck the boring idiots, let's
figure out a way for them to have their world and us to have our own. and
that's what creating a radical subculture is all about....until of course the
mainstream inevitably exploits us, at which time the older ones get
disillusioned but hopefully the younger ones are appointed to carry on the
struggle.
i've just had a customer of mine point out your impression of our site in your
MicroTimes article (http://www.microtimes.com/162/gulchgossip.html), and
i've got some pretty strong opinions of you as a result. please prove me
wrong and reply to this email.
i understand that you've got issues with some of the ideas that we print. i also
respect your right to express this contempt from the highest mountaintop, if
that's your desire. however, my friend, there are bigger fish to fry than me. I
am honored to have merited such a response, but can you look in yourself
and explain why? You take issue with my intolerance for boring people,
which I admit is real - but through your oh-so-cyber my-aren't-we-wired
judgement of sites and projects, aren't you expressing the same thing?
You also seem to take offense at the fact that we actually SELL THINGS -
derisively noted as "absurd, dead-end, negative, and retrograde" in your "all-
knowing" gaze. It fills me with deep regret that you feel this way, and upon
your request, I will forward your evaluation of these products to the 12,000
customers we have served thus far; I'm sure they'd be able to shed some
light on their appeal.
I wear what I like, as do most people in this town, and dragging that into your
"evaluation" of our site is simply pathetic. In fact, the temptation to reply
point-by-point to your tirade is great. However, I want to help you see the
larger picture about what Unamerican is. I think that's a better use of your
time and mine.
Yes, I care what you wrote. I'm sensitive to that, and I would like to improve
my approach in such a way that it appeals to you and others like you. Here's
your shot, buddy boy, to give me some actual constructive feedback. My
project will go on without your endorsement - shit, we are PROFITABLE, very
much so, and why quit now? - but underneath all your weird rage I detect that
you've got something to say.
i thank you for your time, because it's obvious to me now that you're a reader
as well as a writer. I'm pretty sure we could have an interesting coffee about
the politics of selling things through the web and through alternative
marketeering. I toe the line between hypocrisy and irony every day, as you
might imagine, and I can see the critique underlying what I'm doing as clear
as a bell. Since I SEE that critique, I sure know how to help assuage it, given
the chance to do so.
i agree that even hating our site is better than ignoring it, and you *did* get
the fucking URL right. :) That said, I know it deserves better, and I wrote to
you because I sense that you and I have a lot in common - if something gets
your goat, you kick the shit out of it, and I respect that. Hypocrisy certainly
must be fought against tooth and nail, but it was the implication in your piece
that I'm the hypocrite that really hurt. As I explain on the site, I'm just a kid
who's figured out how to do something cool online and get paid for it in REAL
DOLLARS (not through some "angel investor" or what-have-you).
I share with you your anger at web hype. Last night, I was at the press
conference after O'Reilly and Associates' first-ever Freeware Conference,
and all that the stupid reporters could talk about was money. (Okay, maybe it
wasn't ALL of the reporters - it was the alpha-male reporters from corporate
magazines - but for their part, they went well past journalism into the realm of
attack.) It's like, here's Linus Torvalds and half the Apache Group and Phil
Zimmerman - and other people without whom the internet simply wouldn't
exist - and these reporters could only say "where's the money? where's the
money? how will you beat Microsoft?"
I agree that so very often, money and inspiration are mutually repellent. But!
People PAY for things that they really like. How many people would pay to
read ANY webzine? Shit, last I heard Suck.com was on the chopping block
and their book was selling pretty miserably - and they actually are
semitalented. At least their book reflects that advertising is simply inadequate
to keep a good thing going online - which is one of our tenets, an opposition
to advertising that stretches beyond simple awareness-building into the realm
of mind control. People GIVE a fuck about us, and it isn't just because we
push product - it's because, in their minds and ours, we STAND for
something.
People - not investors, not advertisers, but REAL HONEST TO "God" BOYS
AND GIRLS AND MEN AND WOMEN - are funding our growth, because we
have a good model (merchandising), we come across as honest believers in
what we make, and we're timely. People want to be more political, but politics
has been turned into a shortcut to boredom, and the media does all of our
"rational thinking" anyway. We want people - individuals, not just reporters -
to BE more interested in politics, and therefore we endeavor to be
INTERESTING AND POLITICAL AT THE SAME TIME. Don't you think THAT
is a good use of the web to change history? I do, and I want to get paid for
doing it, because frankly I want to do it full time (and more).
I think the stumbling block is partially caused by our name. People put us in
the same boat as, say, the Unabomber or whatever. Fuck that. We are about
REBOOTING AMERICA, not destroying it. As you may recall, the House
Unamerican Activities Committee of the 50's and 60's was as close to a
fascist wet dream as this country had ever seen (until reagan, that is... but
that's another rant). Our name is intended as a commentary that fascism has
many disguises - and we will forever be opposed to ALL of them.
It's so crazy that you paired us up with Cyberslice.com in your column, also. I
wonder how they're doing compared to their expectations. I'm sure the biz-
school type in charge of THAT fiasco knows all about the venture circuit,
knows how to do a balance sheet that makes him look like an avatar of
lakshmi, etc. But I don't think he has a viable model, and the site he runs is
simply lacking in personality, "God" bless 'im. For what it's worth, I know
we're doing far better than OUR expectations - shit, we're two punk rockers,
you know? I started Unamerican Activities with FORTY BUCKS.
I would love the press to throw THAT raspberry in the face of the VC-addled
nitwits in the 415/650/510/408... but of course, they won't, because we aren't
worth several million dollars and/or headed for our IPO. Shit, we don't even
have a "board of directors" - just two kids, two apartments, and a girlfriend
with a car. When I read your article, it sure did feel like you saw something
WRONG with that. But if there's people the web (and web commerce) needs
to enable, it isn't Michael Dell - it's kids like us. "We The People." Y'know?
buddhism is rad, yes, and all eastern religions have the advantage of being
(largely) DESCRIPTIVE (describing the world) rather than PRESCRIPTIVE
(telling you what to do). One of the things Unamerican is about is "speaking
the truth in five words or less", and I feel that that very act is the core of our
liberation from the system of this world, the system that tries to drag us down
through its institutions and its boredom.
my religion - it ain't about good and evil. It's about INTERESTING and
BORING - signal and noise, inspiring and dull, whatever. Not 1 or -1, but zero
and infinity. Western religions have some evidence of this philosophy, but it's
all buried in the practice of bullshit hierarchy that they call worship.
it's weird - that abortion thing was sort of a moral issue, but I felt that I could
see the TRUTH in the matter, which is that we'd have been crap parents at
this stage in our lives. A crappy parent is something no kid deserves,
because crappy parents lead to crappy kids, which reinforces the system I
hate. So ironically, yeah, it was a moral decision to make sure that doesn't
happen, at least not with my fingerprints.
yeah, you really, REALLY hit the nail on the head here. we're far from
stereotypical, and it's sort of weird - we're unable to categorize ourselves very
successfully, so it holds us back sometimes. But we are trying to encourage
dissent without resorting to the typical "fuck the system" tedium that most
"radical" groups tend to embrace. We would rather be wrong than boring. :)
Of course, we hope we aren't TOO wrong!