A message to those of you in Rhode Island:

Remember H.P. Lovecraft and the Shunned House on Benefit Street.

This is just a warning.

Principia Discordia

GP: Is Eris true?
M2: Everything is true.
GP: Even false things?
M2: Even false things are true.
GP: How can that be?
M2: I don't know man, I didn't do it.
-Principia Discordia

These are the words of the "High Reverence MALACLYPSE THE YOUNGER, KSC; Omnibenevolent Polyfather of Virginity in Gold and HIGH PRIEST of THE PARATHEO-ANAMETAMYSTIKHOOD OF ERIS ESOTERIC (POEE)". His Principia Discordia is hilarious (atleast to my sensibilities) as well as being fairly wise. It is, as explained in the Wikipedia, "Zen for roundeyes".

[I came across this info via a post on Flannagan the Elder's Deeplinking, concerning Wikipedia's List of Unusual Articles]

Cascadia Confederacy

Psychogeography and the Situationists

We refuse to be highrised, diplomaed, licensed, inventoried, registered, indoctrinated, suburbanized, sermonized, beaten, telemanipulated, gassed, booked.

-Paris grafitti during the May '68 uprisings

SIRE I AM FROM ANOTHER COUNTRY. We are bored in the city, there is no longer any Temple of the Sun

-Ivan Chtcheglov, 1953

Nottingham Psychogeographical Unit.

Some articles on psychogeography: Psychogeography and the derive,
The Drifters.

A SI (Situationist International) site: nothingness.org








The definition of "not", as defined by the London Psychogeographical Association.

The world came about through a mistake. For he who created it wanted to create it imperishable and immortal. He fell short of attaining his desire.
- Gospel of Phillip.-

Read some of the Nag Hammadi texts (aka: the other, recently rediscovered [1945], books of the Bible). Gnosticism is as pessimistic as Buddhism (i.e., the world is suffering, life is suffering) with a paranoid twist (the god that created this world is deranged; a malicious imposter of the True God).

Teonanacatl's page of Mexican wanderings and revolutionary politics.

Following an unusually deep sleep, you awake to find your quiet bedroom’s furniture completely rearranged. It takes a few full moments of silent observation to realize this anomaly, having just slept a sleep which bordered on the transcendent states of near-death. Your dreams had been astral wanderings in strange pseudo-dimensions, different systems of consciousness. One of which (most likely the last dream before struggling awake) was a dimension where objects seemed to absorb all light, like mini-blackholes, and only occasionally reflected back a random color of the spectrum, slowly strobing through each color. It was a world where everything kept disappearing and then reappearing in a different hue. This was, ofcourse, very disorientating.
You sit up in your warm bed and try to formulate a theory on how your desk had managed to slide across the cement floor, from the wall near the door, to the opposite side of the room, neatly flush against that wall. No theory seems to fit: you did this in that unusually deep state of sleep, an earthquake (though it would have to be an oddly orderly quake that, instead of damaging property, just reorganizes it), or one of your housemates snuck into your room in the night and did this to freak you out; something had to have happened. But as you look around at your meager possessions, you notice that everything is rearranged, not just the furniture, but books, notes, the computer set up neatly on a table which you’ve never seen before, at the far end of the room.
You get out of bed and begin to look for your cigarettes. You look everywhere, but cannot find them, or even an ashtray. Then you notice that you don’t seem to have that internal craving for nicotine, that familiar sensation coursing through your nerves. The room doesn’t even smell like tobacco. Strange.
You start to search the drawers in the desk. The contents, instead of being a random collection of notes and junk, are surprisingly organized. One drawer has small open boxes, one containing paper-clips, one erasers, one nickels, another has a row of index-cards- each with someone’s name/address/phone neatly written in black ink. ‘Fucking bizarre’, you whisper aloud, a creeping sense of dread, of inexplicable terror begins to arise in your brain. You know, ofcourse, that you would never be so organized, that you’ve never even attempted to be so neat. There is no possible explanation for this.
Then you see a small box of paycheck stubs (again- neatly arranged, by date). You hold the small stub of paper in your hands and read it. Your mind reels for a second, and you have to pause and rub your sleep-weary eyes. It reads: ‘Tyler Finnegan’.
You try to think.
Dropping the stub onto the clean floor, you look around at all of these familiar, yet somehow terrifyingly alien objects, and wonder:
“Have I awoken within another dimension?"

watch unknown strangers at work via a random webcam in Japan

or maybe watch the sky in Yabuki Town

The Subservient Chicken is a strange Burger King ad campaign. Though I loath big corporations and am decidedly anti-capitalist, this is bizarre enough for me to enjoy.

Jalal al-Din Rumi

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu,
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion

or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up

from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,

am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any

origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,

first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.

Rumi was a 13th Century sufi poet; born in Balkh, Afghanistan, later to live in Turkey.
Get The Essential Rumi, the free verse translations of this enlightened master.

I went and saw Jello Biafra play with The Melvins and Adam Jones (Tool).

In '79, Biafra ran for Mayor of San Francisco. His platform included a mandate that would force all business-men to wear clown suits between the hours of 9am and 5pm.