the downside of 15 minutes of fame

It’s the age of equalness.

There’s potential for everyone to get their voices heard.

Everyone eventually gets their 15 minutes of fame.

If you don’t say it, no one hears what you have to say.

That’s essentially the age of the bloggers.



Poetry is fluid
It can distort your mind
and play with your soul with one simple statement like
you’re never a woman and neither a man, nor your pet dog.

Poetry is a soccer field
where the thrusts, blocks and passes are the same as
an attempt at getting the goal
of one getting their word past a thick fog of judgement.

Poetry is a killer
It can wring you dry and fling you
to the edges of the ocean and have you drinking
your own faculty juices before you know it.

Poetry is ambiguous
to those who hide meaning
or their means to an end
or those who are unfortunate to have been born
into the house of buddha

Poetry is flight
the base-jumping and the soul thread
the kind that leads surfers to the revered pipe
and the ones who slaughter thousands
to get the millions their want

Poetry is ecstacy
and your salvation
the feeling, the drug, the fragrance that leads you
out of your misgivings
and your miseries and your flights of ego
your beliefs in empathy and the one true god

Poetry is compact
it can throw you a curved ball
with a thousand fold more meaning packed in the curve
than the impact of it hitting your jaw

Poetry is succinct
Every century,yet another generation of literati
will squeeze yet another set of realities
from this very sentence.

Forever more, poetry is the essence
of life, liberty, happiness,
of expansion, contentness, society
continuity, survival, ignorance

I would read and write and rejoice.

the question of why

Why am i here? Why are you here? Why do I have the capability to think this thought?

Aah.. Sorry, don’t have the answer. Look somewhere else.

That’s the age old question we’ve been trying to answer. We’ve formed various vehicles to help us solve these problems. Religions, science, traditions, laws, societies and boundaries. I’m not sure we’re anywhere near solving that question. Good old Doug asked the right questions. Take it lightly. Don’t panic. (Didn’t mean to confuse you, I still think those are questions, not statements)

God, and by proxy, religion, although with negative connotations, is a nebulous concept. It’s something we can’t reach, yet we want to and still try, but is fabricated by the masses of us, solely for the reason of satisfying our curiosity and to a greater extent, our wishes to be fulfilled.
Science is trying it’s best to make sure everything is replicable and calculable or it’s not science. There’s no chance for errors. Ooh, the horror if we have dichotomy. Blasphemy.

Ah, the comedy!

Not to be nihilistic, what about the way we just are, it just is, the universe exists because we think it does and so on. Or, the sense of reality reflects what you want or do not want.

Thank you Zen. Get it right Wachowski’s.

Parody of errors

(or parody of comedies and comedy of errors)
A person is a conglomeration of his or her past experiences from the day s/he starts remembering things, nothing else.

A person’s mind is a shells that starts building it’s personality, adding a layer of memory each time it thinks it’s worth remembering. It could hide it amongst it’s folds never to come out consciously or it could lay it on top ever ready to be called upon. It’s a ballfull of memories and experiences flexing their muscles, each competitively trying to exert influence on the action the person is about to commit.

I’m sure it was borne out of evolutionary necessity. Frail humans are no match for the brawn of the wild without something to hold it’s experiences to call upon when needed.
Add to that, the growing threat of each other.
The mind breeds superiority. Superiority breeds survival. Survival breeds abundance. Abundance breeds scarcity. Scarcity breeds competition. Competition breeds hunger for knowledge. Knowledge breeds superiority.
It’s a circle. The mind just happened to be the trigger.

So much for theory. Now, out here in the real world, you can see each of those steps at work. I have yet to come across another human being that is above and beyond that cycle. Forget Buddha. Abundance wasn’t abundant back then. Show me a guru and I bet you I could spot a thread of that cycle in the glint of his/her eye.

Tall men have fought and won wars. Short men have changed the course of history. It’s not what we have outside. It’s what we have in the creases of our gooey matter, the crud that’s settled in since we were three. That’s what makes us tick or go jump off a building.

If you could sit at an auditoreum to watch the universe performing, you would bowl over laughing at the repeated mistakes we make and the perseverance of it all. It’s funny. Take my word for it. Or better yet, take it as if you were watching a parade of parodies through the ages, you and me among it. Oh, the comedy of it all.

Look for those memories that your mind is not letting you look at. Review it and give it an up yours. 🙂
(I’m still trying by the way).

the age of micro-wars or the ghost of battles past

The drivers behind micro protests in the last century used to be PETA, greenpeace, EFF, ACLU. Now it’s the likes of students on myspace, unemployed youth with cellphones, motorcyclists using aol, bloggers with commentaries as swords. Anyone can start the ball rolling, millions of potential Che Guevaras out there.

Here’s an article that tries to look at the other side of connectedness:

One of the baseline assumptions of U.S. foreign policy is that “connectedness” is a good thing. Linkage to the global economy fosters the growth of democracy and free markets, the theory goes, and that in turn creates the conditions for stability and security. But if that’s true, why is an increasingly “connected” world such a mess?


some links to protests and micro-insurgencies:

On March 1, 2006, South Central Farm was served with an eviction notice by the sheriff’s office. It stated that the farmers had to evacuate the premises by 03/06/2006. On the morning of March 3rd, protesters stood outside City Hall, in the rain, in downtown Los Angeles and showed their support for the farmers.


Riot police clashed with protestors yesterday as an estimated 220,000-450,000 students marched in cities across France. 420 protestors were reportedly arrested and 18 police officers injured.


Nearly 40,000 students from across Southern California staged walkouts to protest proposed immigration legislation Monday, blocking traffic on four freeways and leaving educators concerned about how much longer the issue will disrupt schools.


An effort to stop radical anti-gay protesters from disrupting soldiers’ funerals is hung up in the Illinois Senate, as proponents wrestle with union concerns that the law could be used to curtail legitimate labor protests by cemetery workers.


Several hundred people have protested in northern Afghanistan against a decision to dismiss a case against a man who converted to Christianity.


A Colorado school is in upheaval following the suspension of a teacher who was recorded comparing President Bush’s rhetoric to that of Adolf Hitler.


On Tuesday, we stood and turned our backs on attorney general Alberto Gonzales. The country’s highest-ranking lawyer came to our school — Georgetown University Law Center — to convince the American public that the government’s wiretapping program is legal. As America’s future lawyers, we stood to oppose the Bush administration’s bulldozing of our constitutional protections in the name of the war on terror. We stood inspired by the words of Benjamin Franklin, “Those who would sacrifice liberty for security deserve neither.”

.. and so it goes.

birthday notches are passe

Something that my aunt said recently while visiting made me think about the concepts of time and space as different cultures currently understand it.

She saw my chin-hawk (a mohawk on the chin 🙂 ), and said that I had had grown older (and looked it too). Besides the fact that I had definitely grown older and that I hadn’t seen her in person in like 14 years, a token bunch of my facial hair definitely made me look older.

Getting older in my culture, and probably other cultures, is also associated with getting wiser, like good old confucius. With his belly hanging out proudly, stroking his beard and dispensing nuggets of packaged self-inflating wisdom. Unwrap and apply at will.

Days, then months, then years go by. Children are begot, and their children. Passage of time is marked by birthdays, anniversarsies, dates of accomplishment. We’re leaving our notches in the tree-trunk of time. Or so we think. The notches don’t exist, or are quietly wiped away. Nobody remembers your birthday after you’re gone. Even birthdays of famous people are approximations made common belief.

I personally like the atemporal concept of time that apparently the Hopi Indians have. There is no one-way arrow of time moving from the past to the future. Instead it’s like a big ole jello-ball containing all events, past present and future and even space in one whole appetizing piece of fluidity. My problem is going to be digesting that concept. I’m afraid it’s going to give me indigestion, I’m afraid my entire being will reject it. Probably cause “my entire being” has been shaped from day one to fit into this arrow of time, marked by my birthday notches. The Hopi’s apparently have no words for past, present and future, or even a here and there in the spatial sense of the word. It’s one big whole everything occuring simultaneously everywhere. It’s mind bending. I’m already getting stomach cramps.

Imagine the connotations of living in such culture, world-wide. I’m sure some of our newer branches of sciences that we deal with, quantum physics, relativity would have come much more further along. Or maybe, we wouldn’t need to explore those concepts using mathematics of today, cause we automatically grokk it. It’s part of our being, just like birth and death are certainties of today.

I’ll need another way to measure my finiteness. Wait, measure is the wrong term here. I need to understand my finiteness, be one with the large lump of jell-o.

I hate jell-o.

Some interesting reading about Hopi indians, the Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis, Minkowski space and the time-space continuum:

..etc etc etc..
yeah, go google it..

two-facedness of organizations.

I’ve heard about Penn and Taylor and their Showtime show Bullshit. I’ve seen posters advertising their show. I didn’t know what their show was about until I came across some postings about their show on PETA, yes that animal-rights organization. I believe it’s released on DVD as their second season. I’ve been wanting to post something about this for a while. I just didn’t have the motivation till now.

The show tries to call bullshit on tried and tested or popularly held beliefs, sorta like a contemporary occam’s razor for cultural trends. I may not agree with everything they show. Their interviews are with selected individuals chosen to support the byline of the show. Not that that’s different from how a lot of other shows are done. All hail to them. But even with that lens of skepticism, the show on PETA struck some chords in me.

To quote

Between 1998 and 2003, PETA put to death over 10,000 dogs, cats, and other creatures that the group publicly calls “companion animals.�? Not counting those that PETA held only temporarily — for spaying or neutering — the group killed over 85 percent of the animals it took in during 2003.

This site has some numbers on PETA’s dirty little secret.

There was even a times square billboard put up by the Center for Cultural Freedom (the name of that organization by the way, is all red flags, suggestive of a lobby group).

I’m not saying PETA is bad. What they’re trying to do is a worthy cause. But because it involves people, who come in all shapes and sizes and with varying motives, like every other large organization, they can have skeletons in their closet. You should watch that show, do your research and make up your own mind.

The larger question is, does every large organization have two faces?