as promised: SPACE PORN! (Brief)

For years after his return, the Astronaut could not speak of the events that occurred after his ship's (the Dymaxion Intruder) black box indicated that it had docked with an unknown Vehicle.
Eventually, under the influence of hypnotic drugs, this story emerged:

The Astronaut was enticed to leave his ship and journey for an unknown period of time with beings who called themselves the Hwrinpycs (the Astronaut pronounced this using a strange, bird-like trilling.) Many descriptions of these beings were provided, each contradicting the other (tentacles were involved in only 7% of them.) He was then brought to a base or planet where there were many of these beings, and a large celebration/feast/festival took place, seemingly centered on the Astronaut's arrival.

Of the many fragmentary and bizarre recollections that emerged, here are two examples:

The Astronaut described himself as being the main course in this "feast" and experienced himself being dismembered and and consumed by thousands of Hwrinpycs. He describes endless journeys through alien digestive tracts, each with many unique events.

The Astronaut also told of a "religious ceremony" or "orgy" (which he describes in abundant detail of squid-like sex organs, multiple interpenetrations, bone-jarring "music" and elaborate costumes.)

It has been theorized that, because of a compromised sphincter, a large leakage of Computational Fluids (used as part of the interface of the Dymaxion Intruder's biocomputer) induced these "hallucinations." This fails to explain the time interval of the Astronaut's absence from the Intruder (which, according to the internal chronometer, is over 117 earth years!) Clearly, this was no Spacewalk.

Also, this time interval, when compared to the Astronaut's arrival back on Earth, indicates a violation of the Laws of Physics, even when all relativistic effects are computed.

The only plausible explanation, as far as I'm concerned, is that someone or something has produced an as yet unknown time travel or wormhole phenomenon.

I wish to thank the Astronaut for permission to peruse his as yet unpublished "Delight of the Intruder" used in preparation of this brief.
A further and more detailed analysis will be forthcoming in tomorrow's post.
(Yeah, right.)

The Earth is a Very Dirty Place,

and Humans are here to clean it up.
Clean up into Space.

I am in awe of nature, including my nature, including the natural impulse to invent "Creationism"
and "Evolution,"
and the separation of Church and State,
and the separation of Man and Nature,
and Dirty and Clean.

People love things or struggle against the love of things.
Embrace the technological animal in you.
Develop a good relationship with "Things."
Change your oil.
Lubricate your locks.
Drip your faucets when it freezes.
Defrag your drive.
CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM.
"Things" are alive.
Keep your edge.

When you wash your face with soap made from the fat of a cow, do you ever think about the Transmigration of the Soul?
When you die, you will feed the billion streams of Information, as you are now but a Standing Wave in the Flow.

To be creative is to order "things" to your liking, to make your legs go this way and your hips go that way. Yet an Artist is in Love with Chaos. An Artist rides the wild Surf. An Artist shoves their finger up Death's Asshole spinning in a tight embrace. It's Love and Life and Music.

People speak of "things as they are" and "things as they oughta be."
People speak of "things as they were" and "how fucked up everything is now."
Tell that to a river; tell it to a tree.

So, join the War against Dirt, and swim towards the light, Luke.

stellar evolution underground

Failing to see the difference between internal and external realities…

Posted in 1 by bogusoma on January 29th, 2009

The only difference between a Madman and I is that I am not in a cage.

If said cage materializes around me, I will, of course, consult Dali, and provide a better analogy.

A new era: we will begin to build the first true Sky Cities,

elevators to Space!

No self respecting ETI will deign to speak with a Human

unless that Human makes SOME effort

to get his or her lazy fuckin ass off the couch and into mutherfuckn SPACE.

I mean, what are we bringing to the table?

There’s the old FSDBIA, a primitive animal or impaired state, and the new FSDBIA- a mode of respect and love- wherin life is still but a dream, but what a beautiful dream, and the dreamer can influence the dream, and be the Happiness of Motion.

Burn the Icons!

into Flash Memory, that is…

Then there was the Astronaut who suffered from Space Madness, who couldn’t tell the difference between himself and his computer- of course, it was a computer using biologic molecules that interfaced with its user’s wetware via ingestion (and penetration.) Its BiWiFi frequencies probably interfered with the brain waves of the user in some way… That could possibly explain the strange and grandiose reception that our Astronaut received at the tentacles of the Hwrinpycs. But that’s tomorrow’s post.

The Embryogenesis of the Blogosphere

...the future seen through the first primitive eye during its invention a number of years in...
...the future seen through the first primitive eye during its invention a number of years in...

...the future is created a spherical city in the sky,
An eye designed to examine itself,
Blogula, preceded by Morula and followed by Gastrula,
Eloi followed by Morlock,
Seduced by a She-Male,
Self-fertilized and scattered.

Did anyone ever say something to you in such a way that made you shiver, as if you were talking to yourself, but someone else was saying it? As if you were the whole planet and you were talking to yourself? As if there was no way to keep anything secret? As if information could not be destroyed. As if every tree, or even the idea of a tree, transmits itself as it transmits its environment, as we all fall down? As if it were dark in the cozy hours and you talk softly, strangely, lovingly to a lover whose state of wakefulness is uncertain, uncertain of the origin?

A gigantic Eye is being constructed in Space- the most powerful instrument ever designed- in order to study- Itself...

confessions of a stealthspelunkative artist

from an early age- from the age of 8, or is it 12,
or one of a hundred mile markers-
I was in love
I was in love with myself-
It wasn’t that I was vain (although I did admire my right hand very much)
Dense InfoTargets!
Metaphor bombs. (a metaphor bomb can leave a crater in information systems, but if this crater is situated on near the border of neighboring systems, it can increase the number of connections overall,
the way a gardener prunes in order to promote denser foliage.
Increasing the blood flow to certain parts of the brain.
doorways to non-single-point focus awarenesses.
“Truths.”
Quo Vadis?
Look in the EyeSight Section of the Eye.
This for entertainment purposes only:
Ever since my abduction took place, I have been inhabiting two separate planes of existence.
The entities explained to me that I had been split into two separate beings, who lived on these separate planes,
as unique in challenges and opportunities as earth and sky, or sea and earth. or sky and sea.
They told me that only at certain special times did the hemispheres connect and share information-
I did not know if the time intervals between connections were in the order of milliseconds, months, or millenia.
I’m still a little fuzzy on that,
but I’m certain that there are times when the brain operates at different frequencies in different areas than the ones used most frequently.