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Tuesday, May 31st, 2005

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1:36a
Don't worry... this is all root structures. It will make sense later.
I'm about to take this entire concept into an amplification stage.


One of the things that will happen as I enter the amplification stage is that people will seek out information to 'explain' to themselves what they are looking at.


In other words, they'll be hitting this journal, and 'http://www.globalhijack.org', trying to figure out what is confusing them.


Now, if I give them a clearly organized concept, then they will be 'done' understanding the concept. However, if I continue to confuse the fuck out of them, it will create a greater twist in their mind.


This irritating twist becomes a reference point for other information to glue to, as the brain tries to resolve the parenthesis.



How will I create this attention, this paying attention to, this 'seeking out of information'? And why am I doing this?


First, Why:
It is because I am information without content. I am not the creator of content for the television, I am drawing your attention to the television itself. This television, this Yellow Submarine... it is already here. I am trying to show all the would-be activists, the would-be movement builders, the mathematical _direction_ they can, could, should and will be broadcasting their message.


Spam, done positively, is PEANUT BUTTER!


Second, how? Through dishonesty. i will put this message out where people will look at it BEFORE THEY KNOW WHAT IT IS.


That is to say, I will create a movie, and place it where people think they are getting something else.


Bit Torrent.


"NUT BUTTER GIRLS GONE WILD"
"GLOBAL HIJACKER PROCLAIMS WAR ON UNITED STATES"
"Mr. Movie, a Joke about a game about a movie"



Someone I _don't_ know wrote 'peanut butter' after the last post. Holy Shit! It's spreading.


:-b
4:01p
The Second Annual LiveJournal Fleshmeet @ Flipside
Overall, I would call the Second Annual LiveJournal Fleshmeet a success. It was short and definitely overshadowed by sharing it's space with the Shirtcocking Parade; how can a bunch of online scribblers compete with a bunch of naked cocks, after all? Even so, we had a good turnout and played several games of Fluxx and Stoner Fluxx and had some fun conversation. Also, a woman who does not have an LJ (don't remember your name, sorry) got to meet a few people she's been reading online. I did not get to connect with as many people as I'd have liked due to juggling hosting with my severe exhaustion. As a result, I also didn't get any pictures.

Next year I hope to be better rested/less fucked up and plan to host the event in a theme camp eposia and I are planning, which means we won't be competing with any other events for attention in our space.

The Second Annual LiveJournal fleshmeet was attended by:
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Please feel free to comment to this post in burningflipside if you were there and didn't sign the list, or just are a Livejournaller who attended Flipside and didn't make it to the Fleshmeet.

(cross-posted to my journal and burningflipside)

Current Mood: content
4:35p
while watching Waking Life, these words reminded me of the playa and its creatures...


So what do you think of my little vessel? She's what we call seeworthy, s-e-e, see with your eyes. I feel like my transport should be an extension of my personality. Voila. And this, this is like my little window to the world and every minute's a different show. Now I may not understand it, I may not even necessarily agree with it, but I'll tell you what, I accept it and just sort of glide along. You want to keep things on an even keel I guess is what I'm saying. You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river. The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. Saves on introductions and goodbyes. The ride does not require an explanation, just occupants. That's where you guys come in. It's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now you may get the 8-pack, you may get the 16-pack, but it's all in what you do with the crayons, the colors that you're given. And don't worry about drawing within the lines, or coloring outside the lines. I say, color outside the lines. You know what I mean? Color right off the page. Don't box me in! We're in motion to the ocean. We are not landlocked, I'll tell you that.


Current Mood: sleepy
8:44p
File Under: Totally Missed the Point

An SF Chronicle reader's letter regarding the article posted here the other day.

Up in smoke

Editor -- I was alarmed to read about how those Burning Man people want to expand their "collectives" around the world ("Spreading the flames," May 29). Global supplies of wood and other fuels are at risk as our high- consumption lifestyles are exported to, or emulated by, developing nations. If indeed these folks are "spreading the flames" of their freakish and wasteful cult, should we not expect reports of Man-Burning festivities in Asia, Africa or South America, while villagers' meals go uncooked, air pollution worsens, and local economies stagnate?

Meanwhile, global warming looms like a fiery Grim Reaper over us all.

KEN DUFFY

El Cerrito


Woah.

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