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Jan. 1st, 2009 @ 07:04 am I am learning e-prime.
 Or rather, a current interest of mine is the challenge of conducting communications in the the language English Prime, or E-Prime.
For those unfamiliar, e-prime bears all resemblance to the English language except for the fact that it does not include the verb ""to be."
I am in the process of reconfiguring my language so that I will first write in e-prime, then work my way up to speaking in it. Eventually we will see if my internal chatter will still include the verb "is."

 I can't say I have any particular desired result for this puzzle, but I do enjoy it as an exercise. I don't think I have any drastic new lessons to learn from this perspective, since I already sit in such a perspectivist position. I believe I have explained to some of you already  that the reason I come across as so snobby at times would most likely result from the fact that my strongest opinions are the closest things in my world to facts.  I know that I do not ever speak the truth, only my perspective, and even that I exagerate both willfully and not. Perhaps communicating in e-prime will make this internally implicit perspective more evident to others.
        
This reminds me of my defense to my father from my childhood, when he chided me for not saying thank you to him for something or other. I expalined to him that I was* thankful, that I felt gratitude and therefore did  not see the need to express it a thoughtless way. People can't read me like that, nor should I expect them to. Therefore, perhaps this little experiment will make me seem a bit less like a condescending jackass, even if I remain one. It should make clear what I already know, and this clarity is what intrigues me.  If I do stay with this system long enough internalize it that may increase inner clarity as well.

I certainly do not intend to maintain this forever.  I like "is" far too much, for sentences like "All You Need Is Love" "Everything is ok," "This is all there is," "Love is the Law," etc. But the perspective shift that seems possible does intrigue me. Is is everywhere.

In other news, I have turned in my application for employment to Natural Sound. The owner has asked me to come  in for a music  knowledge test and interview this weekend. The music tests spans from the 1960's to present. The test taker will play various songs for me and will ask me to identify the artist. I feel no worries, but I must admit that contemporary music is not at all my strong suit. Do any of you all have any suggestions that may help me in studying for this adventure? Particularly you, hacked ? Please wish me luck, my friends, as I would love to get out of corporate clerkhood into locally owned counterstaffing. I would love to sell Art instead of cosmetics, tampons and porkrinds.


Ta-ta from Ha Ha and you lovelies all have a Happy New Year. Let's hope we all see a bit more of each other happier eh?
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Nov. 11th, 2008 @ 12:52 am Strange days. . . .
Well, I never thought I would see a black president in my lifetime.  Hooray for progress.  Goodthings are pos

I also never thought I would see Johnny Rotten sell butter.

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Oct. 22nd, 2008 @ 04:28 am I suddenly remembered. . . .
Current Music: The SMiths - The Headmaster Ritual
Tags:
Touch it twice and close it's fangs
When you feel your hunger biting
I touched mine and it licked me
But people, I was younger then.

When I was four I became one
Hailed god and praised satan
For so long I locked myself in a room
broke up and burned and babbled

I emerged, anointed by eons
ethers and arrows and autumn
It's fine, i tore through time
from atom to Adam
From Eve to dusk
The world sucked away
and I listened to the sound

I do not end I do not end
And when it's over I'll love it again
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Sep. 4th, 2008 @ 07:06 pm Follow up
So it appears Mr Douglas Rushkoff, a media critic that I sincerely dig on, has posted an excellent analysis essay on the RNC convention. Please take a read hither.

Did the video link I had in my last post show up for y'all? Hmmmm.
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Sep. 4th, 2008 @ 05:10 am PALINKRAFT: "DRILL, BABY, DRILL!"
PLease, set aside a half hour, folks. Turn off yr mind relax and float downstream. . . .

(If you don't see anything here, click this)



F'real, try watching this and try to imagine what it would be like if you had no bullshit filter on. If yr reality tunnel happened to flow to the right a bit, or perhaps if yr reality tunnel is just really narrow. Think like you don't really know how.

I feel like I just watched Triumph of the Will. This is a fucking masterful plan.  My father would have LUVVED her. 

They have built such a character here. The introduction of this woman onto the ticket has created an abominable androgen, the vision of the executive branch as parental unit.  She is so "down-to-earth," punchy, so smoothly personal.  The set up is great, she presents Who She Is Supposed To Be perfectly.  The fact that her son is shipping off to Iraq does speak of some real conviction.  She streams soundbite rhetoric in a way I've not heard at this level of politics in nearly as long as I can remember.  There's is absolutely no real information in her speech, but good god there is a lot of communication. I was expecting to see the audience in tongues.

I am sure most of you are aware of her stances, -HardxCore Anti-choicer, no regard for the environment on any issue you could name and suspicious ethics.  Her credentials are deserving of the mockery they have been receiving, especially when backed up by Fox News reporters with the defense "She has foregin policy experience because Alaska is right next to Russia." Really soggy cunt for sure., but she can talk to the chidren really well.

Read some frothing. Goodgoddamn. .somebody's been feeding booze to these animals.


This is a spooky fucking deal here.  If this is yr thing, the Elephant and all, if yr square as can be and you love teevee, my god she would be candy.


and oi by the way, does anybody else think that supposed Black Bloc opercations are at least partly instigated by The System/The Man?
If so, do you mean like in a direct sense, double agents or undercover saboteurs or somesuch,or do you think maybe like mkultra/mind-control/System sent viral meme? Would the man in the ski mask be an anarchist with poor choice in action, a government agent discrediting the movement, or a man who was subconciously convinced it was a good idea to cause destruction in the name of frustration so that others would do the same/look bad by being associated with him?
 
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Aug. 23rd, 2008 @ 11:14 pm Haha.
Slo Web Jim
Me Claw Thru Skin
Morun Spat Lib Cewl
Woven Flirt, Dhig?

Haha.
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Aug. 23rd, 2008 @ 08:26 pm Personality excavation
My how we've grown. . . .

The Internet Archive of MK's website 2001-2004

This was my high school webpage, from back in my crypto-fascist heartbroken years. The notebooks still have some interesting meat and the essays provide some peculiar perspective, but it is all a rather wonky affair. Fascinating to me only, perhaps, but thought I'd share. I apparently stopped updating just prior to my mental shit really hitting the fan. I've always been such a strange boy.

I am much happier these days at least.
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Aug. 22nd, 2008 @ 11:02 pm (no subject)
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Aug. 14th, 2008 @ 02:50 am Interesting reads for all
The Story of a Chameleon. Fascinating.

Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization

Man this Gangbang is Awkward

An Ideal Children's book


It is forbidden to die in the Arctic town of Longyearbyen


The Feral Child in the Window
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Jul. 12th, 2008 @ 10:15 am (no subject)
Not that yr white. . .
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Jun. 16th, 2008 @ 04:27 am 2nd draft
I need to stop feeling so: calm
Current Music: Some crunk rap from down the hall.
I am taken, I am surprised to find
I am left when all I have has been said
and it still makes no sense to me
How can I spell when you broke all my words?
I will try to feel the light,
I'll tell you when I know the color
if it cuts or if it cleanses
I'll tell you, I'll tell you as long as you don't move an inch,
Don't glance at the glimmer we best not look at
don't never ever try and catch it or else it'll get away forever
and we'll always be kicking the dust up in regret
But if I feel and I tell you
then it really must be real.

Would you not meet me in my dream?
I need endless screams and shouts
to bring back the time I forgot myself
Forgot who I am haunting
forgot I am a ghost
You breathe in when I go out.
I don't need to be called, I need to conjured
but I already took all my offerings
wasted them on cheap suits
Got all dressed up to meet you but I forgot I am invisible
Forgot that there's no way to see me
when yr blinded by the light of yellow teeth.
Perhaps you'll taste my breath in your midnight gasps,
smell me in your liquor
like wornout leather and broken strings.

I wanted to xray you
see through that skin I never touched
see you in every color, see which one is true
To lovingly look at your bones,
pick my favorites so I know all about you
You have a glow that reflects on me
in the most beautiful colors I have ever seen
You have a shine in your eyes
That colors right through me
that colors my life.
I could not feel no evil for days, whole days
and I could not see myself in the mirror anymore,
just my smiling skull trying to wink eye sockets
I saw a glow of the gods where my eyes used to be
and thought for the first time
"I feel fucking amazing."
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Jun. 15th, 2008 @ 05:30 pm Justice Yeldham
I need to stop feeling so: awake
Current Music: Justice Yeldham
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Jun. 1st, 2008 @ 11:18 pm (no subject)
It is too dark

To blossom

In my heart

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May. 18th, 2008 @ 02:54 pm (no subject)
This is a disturbed segment
in the chain of my being
the ugly link that binds all this wonder
and void together.
This is the feeling as the whip
drags across the floor
I am thoroughly scraped.
This is only the smallest injury.
One can never see the scabs,
they are too small too be picked.
These tiny cells,
whose shapes are never to be known,
are collected mixed with water,
and shaped into this
this twisted form that holds this pen,
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Mar. 24th, 2008 @ 01:49 am Poisoning Pigeons in the Park
I need to stop feeling so: complacent
Current Music: Yellow Drum Machine
If only I could circuitbend a cat into one of these. . .

But really, I'm gonna save up for a 909. Maybe pray a lil bit.
Happy springtime to all. Luv and sunshine and whatnot.
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Mar. 19th, 2008 @ 01:51 am Memetics, not that copasetic, pathetic.
Current Location: EGSOC
I need to stop feeling so: contemplative
Current Music: Dave Clarke - Storm
Haiku2 for asleeponthesun
at least it's short
not a long while now with
not very much to
@
Created by Grahame
You all know I can't resist the cut up.
Hope all is well with everyone. I am fine myself. Dwelling,as always, but not always on negative things, you see.
I have been carrying a little digital pocket recorder with me since December. Most of the nonsense that you used to see on here is recorded on it, instead, these days.  It's not that I have nothing to say, you see, just no one to say it to, or no reason to say it.
    Or maybe I only think I do, I don't know. I am not sure what I am in denial about, or what I feel.
I have made some very cool art, though. I would love to show you. It deserves a little audience. I'l photgraph it at some point.

The world feels so static. I am trying to change things, and pleased with where I am taking myself. Unfortunately, it seems nothing else changes around me. Everyday is like sunday. Sunday was always the day when I would never, ever be able to get anything done.
I can't remember any more
what have I stopped looking for?
Bah. Somethin ain't right, somewhere, I fear. In me, perhaps. It's dark inside, kitties. But it ain't bad.
I miss my best friend so much, I know that's part of the problem. Fucker didn't even call me on my birthday, and I am certain he did not forget it. Oh well. Just another gaping void in my life.  No one else really speaks fluently with me but him. At least, no one I've talked to, or no one has spoke it with me.

I feel so closed. 

Fuck! Why do I get all "emo" when I just let myself type on this motherfucker? I was doin dandy just a minute ago and now I'm rather icky.

Well, aside from this three paragraphs of Freudian slippage I'm great I guess.
I am going to work on some music now. Hope you all are alright.
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Feb. 19th, 2008 @ 07:02 am 2 Eb
I have a theory as to the cause of my insomnia. One of the root causes may be in desperate hope that the day's high point may still be ahead, if only I stay up for it. That, or that I just want a little more time to do just a bit more of something, just a little more time to accomplish something. Lazy lazy lazy./
I forgot how much I love daytime. Oh, in this time of year especially. These Saturday morning classes are giving me a new glimpse into the daytime world that I haven't lived in in years. /
I never thought I would ever become so nihilistic. I was fascinated by the concept, but man, to know what it's like to not believe in anything, it's amazing. Not always that way, but there glimpses. I am well, and in many ways content but fuck it's dark in here./
Post soon of latest projects. :EGSOC:ME AND MY RHYTHM BOX:NEw REAL ART:SOUND & VISION:ETC.
Obviously productivity is up 300%. Satisfaction climbing./
Nobody has touched the temple
felt it's walls
to tell me if they are sticky
To tell me before they fall
Oh it's been so long so long so long
and we're all ugly now
I'll only ever sigh this song
just barely breath it out./
every one who makes me happy goes away and stays
the only rock for me is the one i'm tied to sinking in the sea
Permanence Ressentiment
anchored to my rancor
My only company my committee of enmity
All that lasts of the old sentiments
is this worn out and weathered resentment./
The Mayans are getting to me. I think I may be ending the world./

B_Day was OK. Spent entirely at work, unjoyously. Celebration postponed(extended?) till next weekend. At least a week is more reasonable than celebrating for a whole month as in past years. My loved ones salvaged the day. Jessi made me a fantastic basket of delight and beautiful cake. My step father stole one of my paintings and framed it MARVELOUSLY, to be included in the upcoming synopsis of new real art. He had no problem with me talking during television shows even. Mom made amazing paella and Red Velvet Cake and talked about me getting carved out of her. I did not want to come out to this fucked up place. It was all very touching. Jessi also made her first batch of fondue tonight , to excellent results. We'll make some more for some of you soon, surely.
Recounting all this happy fluffy stuff has made me feel much better. B_day was alright.

Ex's & Oh's,
NEVER ASLEEP
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Feb. 16th, 2008 @ 03:31 pm Oh hell. . . .
    Welliwelliwelliwell, looks like our lovely state has done us proud once more. Below is a tidbit of news I'm sure some of you may be familiar with. Whether you are or not, you at any rate should be outraged.
    Now get yr pen and paper ready kiddies, as our illustrious Senator Martinez's home phone number is (505) 753-8027.

Copied from here:
New Mexico Clinton Endorser "Borrowed" Ballot Boxes Full o' Votes

    Holy voter fraud, Batman!

    New Mexico results from Super Tuesday have yet to be tabulated. Currently, at 99% reporting, the race sits at:

Clinton 68,654 49%
Obama 67,531 48%

    This race becomes even more interesting with the new revelation that half the ballots from Rio Arriba County spent the night at a state legislators home that had endorsed Senator Clinton. From New Mexico Politics:

    The New Mexico Democratic Party caucus may be tainted by three ballot boxes that spent the night in the home of the Rio Arriba County party chair or the homes of other local election officials instead of being reported to the state party.
    Those ballots still haven’t been counted, but they have been retrieved by the state party.
    Several sources told me the ballot boxes spent the night at the home of Rio Arriba County Democratic Party Chair Theresa Martinez, whose state-lawmaker husband, Sen. Richard Martinez, endorsed Hillary Clinton. But Richard Martinez told Santa Fe New Mexican reporter Kate Nash that the boxes actually spent the night in the homes of three polling-place managers. He gave Nash no explanation for why the results from those ballots weren’t reported to the state party last night and why they were instead kept overnight in officials’ homes.

    Would it be too much for me to question whether Ms. Martinez might've taken a sneak peak at some of those ballots? It gets worse.

    The three ballot boxes from Rio Arriba County and a fourth from Sandoval County account for the 2 percent of precincts that haven’t yet reported results from Tuesday’s caucus. With about 200 votes separating Clinton and Barack Obama, that’s huge. We’re talking about the ballots from half the polling places in Rio Arriba County.
     I want to make sure this point is emphasized: Roughly half the votes from Rio Arriba County spent the night in the privacy of the home or homes of one or more election officials in boxes those officials may have had the ability to open. All the county party chair had to do last night to report the results was make a phone call. That never happened.


Hope you all are very well and may the best be with you in these dark times.
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Feb. 6th, 2008 @ 05:15 am I'll bite. . .




take the WHAT BAD BOOK ARE YOU test.


and go to mewing.net. not as good as reading a good book, but way better than a bad one.



I suppose since I have made a fluff post I'll have to write something in atonement. How are you all? I've been rather busy lately. I am attending classes and picking up extra work here and there. I am enjoying getting so much done, in addition to making progress iwth my sounds. I am talking to people more lately and feel so much more energized.
I can't continue at the moment, but I'll be chit chatting here soon.
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Dec. 12th, 2007 @ 12:02 am Listen to me!
Current Location: EGSOC
I need to stop feeling so: cold
Current Music: Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs
Hello all.
I have been swamped by school for a long while now, with not very much to say when I do have time.  I will be passing the damned 2-d class from hell this thrusday, once I get all my backlog of homework actually completed. I have a stack of 90% finished assignments to complete, plus one more monster that is only about halfway done. 

I have been very productive on the music end, however. Not much to show for it recently due to all the schoolwork, but I now have a myspace for my music project. Here, too, nothing is finished, but I am anxiously awaiting this upcoming winter break to get more shit on tape, like the vocals for some of these things. 

So, if any of you all are interested in what sounds I am making, or want to find out why I am not at club or out and about or writing here, please go here:
The Nasty Business


Let me know what you think. Especially if you wanna jam or lay down a part or something. Hope all you are well. To all the cats out there who I used to see in real life, it's not like I am a total recluse these days. Give me call.
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