during this re-evaluation period, we request your input

BLOGOCOEL is currently undergoing re-evaluation. It is possible that during this time some staff members may be let go, and/or new ones acquired. This may also include new leadership, management, production team, and/or associates. Many feel that this crisis was a direct result of the publication of the previous unfortunate post, which induced a positively horrifying feedback loop (I still can't hear a thing).

So, in order to serve you better, and to prevent any similar incidents in the future, BLOGOCOEL is taking an informal poll. Simply leave your comments- anonymously if you wish- click on "COMMENTS" at the bottom of this post (or click on the title of this post) and leave a comment.

Should we stop the blog? ...have more advertising? ...more cartoons? ...less WTF?























...more stupider, ...moar intellagent? ...more ugly shit, or only girls with big butts?

Really we probably won't do anything.

Just kidding, this is a REAL CRISIS!! Your imput will decide the fate of all UmanKind.

on the pour

spring out by the old missile silo
and the sweepers and painters
and yard eyes are
wearing hardhats
and singing
and drinking a bit

the biggest one ever



get in on the pour

eyes swivel...
more eyes swivel;
heads turn

the web increases in density

get in on the pour

they'll be pouring soon-
you want to get in on it?

liquid magic
becomes solid
within moments
a jar is born

wake me up if I get too sleepy
don't want to miss it
the biggest ever
the whole world repurposed

into everything
everything goes

eyes swivel
what was here
will now be there
and there



the quantum goes macro



get in on

row yer own damn boat

(if this makes any sense to you,
perhaps you shouldn't not not have read this):)



I dreamt-
thinking that I was awake.
For a long time I thought that I was in a waking state.
Eyes half-cracked;
just one look
is all it took-
hallucinate the rest.
I just hum along.

I stopped to listen and
I wondered who the "others" were,
there in my dream
(and why they were so insistent upon telling me things
that were so resistant to implementation.

-and then I dreamed I was in a dream that never ended-
Madam H K dreaming of Kansas tornadoes-
all this talk/crosstalk/shadowtalk.

I wondered how they were able to install the cameras
without my knowledge;
how they were able to tune my brain activity,
reeling me into the Web.
I noticed that I had been seeing a lot of squirrels lately.
(stop looking at me funny!)
-but I realized that I had made myself paranoid
(but that didn't really change the current practical situation much,
except to provide a certain wry smile).

I wondered how long ago I had died
and why it was that I could not remember living.
I resisted the impulse to board the train-
(always good advice in any afterlife situation).

I thought that I must be getting ready to die soon-
I could feel a growing glowing acceptance of things done and undone;
a loving embrace of the dark mother.

I began to suspect that my entire biological pattern had been uploaded
into this strange simulation
whose physical laws could be altered at a whim.
I found myself looking for cracks;
unfinished random bits of code
lying in between things.

I calculated my odds of survival based upon purely aesthetic principles...

I realized that I could not remember when I had taken the drug-
had it been years?- or was this something similar to dream compression-
where the mental activity of a split second seems to fill an endless afternoon.
I seem to remember dropping around 1653?
(start spreading the news... the limbic's up and the batteries are down.)
Depth Charge!!

Last night I had a dream.


I slept like an alien baby.

image- some assembly required

inside and outside

in as few words as possible

just one fucking jungle

next scale,

please

jump

and jumpee.

The Filter Ring

nano nano
fellow beings.

what happens to you
your whole life long
happens here
thousands of times
every second.

walking in the woods

I was walking in the woods.
I neither heard nor saw trees falling or bears shitting.
I did, however, find a watch.
"God!" I thought,
"It's a vintage Swatch!
Must be worth something."
The design looked like a funky eyeball,
very creative.
"Who comes up with this shit?" I thought.

Surely not bears.
Maybe a bear God:
knocking over trees
in absolute silence;
depositing watches in the paths of postulating wankers;
Athena-like granting Darwin serendipitous skies.

Maybe just a leak in the simulation;
a gap in the circuitry
(which is like a)
a broad cloak that, once stretched impossibly to cover this lumpy homunculus,
grants its wearer invisibility

(like a knife with no handle that is so sharp that it cuts user and used and drops straight out of sight).

on the interpretation of dreams

some people make a big deal about the difference between dreams and waking reality-
or about the difference between hallucinations and the way things really are.

All outlines are slightly fuzzy, and in that thin fuzz, like fractal bacterial colonies, reality is drawn again and again, sprouting in a time line that runs at right angles to our familiar waking dreaming time.

Somewhere between astrophysics and the impossible

The numinous is everywhere.

numen, in ancient Roman religion, divine power, a god; the word is derived from nuğrğ ‘to nod’
(a god is thought to nod to indicate his will).

The thing about gods is that they either speak in nods, or in everyday ordinary language that could easily be interpreted as rather mundane ramblings about, say, the price of cheese.

Perhaps some things are just too dangerous to say; after all we don't want to ruin the simulation by introducing too many outside variables.

How did you get here? How did you find your way through the land of flatness, where things make sense and everything is sketchy? Or did you take a photograph and leave yourself in the memory card? Soon, soon, I hear the hard drive spinning.

a delicate operation

a nano-flamingobot carefully places a transceiver near a brane junction

it uses a three angstrom black hole as a power source

the transceivers use Nekbown ATP batteries

this Real Enhancement was visualized in a particularly intelligent patch of New Jersey SmartSoil

this program will expand cross-dimensional bandwidth for memory transfer and SilliParti Messaging, available free to all members of the Blogocoel

Activation will be immediate, and no further sign-in will be necessary

at no time will service be down, but you may experience a brief rhythmic retinal flickering.
This is normal and should not interfere with SilliParti Messaging or any other current apples

To access expanded zones, simply "think of London" as usual

thanks, the MiGiT

who told you that, anyway?

yes there are dragons
and they are moody
sons of bitches.

what is the point
of speaking about them
until you are breathing dragon fire
and drinking dragon juice?

(show me the money)

god is everywhere.
there is a tiny pot of gold at the end of every tiny rainbow;
billions of them packed into every single speck;
ghosts and eti's in every eddy;
the voices of the billions in the surf.

all is permissible.
the expedient is now.
the singularity is here.

no expectations

The particular wiring of the human brain
and the particular wiring of each individual's brain
dictates the nature of our experience.
The words used to describe our experience reinforce particular modes of experience;
its coding and translation.
In order to see anything that has never been seen before
(such as the millions of ETI's that should be out there (ATHWIDE*),
it may be necessary to do some rewiring.

The line between hardware and software is somewhat blurry
in the wetware that is our brain/mind.
Fortunately, the brain rewires itself in response to changes in behavior.

Our sense of physical reality seems so unassailable,
even though it is a consensual and convenient fiction
(until a shock shakes the frame,
like a severe illness or a major victory,
or as a result of taking certain drugs).

In order to "lower your expectations" of reality
(and see what has never been seen before),
provide (emotional) motivation.

Start by lowering your expectations**
of people around you (especially loved ones.)
All strife with others that is felt is a result of inappropriate expectations.
If you succeed in having no expectations,
the sense of joy and freedom is so great that you feel
(rightly so) as if anything were possible...


* According To How We Interpret the Drake Equation.


** "lowering your expectations"
does not mean that you can't provide motivation to others
(or to yourself) !
from time to time.

robot love

you got to love a single mind
one neuron 5499 Ninety-Seventh Place brings you tea and sighs see the Unisphere on the roof blogs for you live a life in the time it takes to decide, coding, decoding ratcheting, folding, coiling, uncoiling pumping ions (for her pleasure) sexy robot trilayer membrane ooh so permeable ooh so smart and spiky her sister too her brothers pounding on the walls the whole city shaking like jelly beans bouncing brownian bees tell me there's a plan at least a passing ideal each moment manufactured painstakingly lovingly turned out now
look inside
"it's full of sexy robots"
a fresher larger now?
she says
"it's good to talk to a sane person for a change..."