Sleepless - I

How can one sleep with so much joy abound? 

A truck load of death, a festival of knives, dancing lose on the streets, and a bountiful of joy and joy and joy and joy abound, all around.  

I am a flux, a permanent wave, soaring out of bounds 

The Question of Pace

The question of deciding on a certain pace to coordinate your next course of action is always the most intriguing during that spontaneous, unplanned chance encounter on a hunt. 

The game is up there, a few yards away, and the smallest jolt of your muscles could lead to a twig snapping violently under your feet, and the game running away for dear life.

What kind of pace do you chose then? 

Would you carefully, painstakingly, plan your moves to get that killing moment just perfect..or would you just rush out and let that carnal, bestial instinct take control of your reasoning…into a series of giant, lung burning, hateful chase, ending in a series of ironclad, furious bites on the games’ hinds…? 

It depends on the game, I suppose… 

Numbers Don’t Lie?

12.3.12 as factors multiply to this product:  12 * 3 * 12 = 432 (which is a fractal of the Sun’s radius at 432,000 miles)

12.12.12 = 1728 (the perfect cubic measurement and the number of Linear Sacred Cubits comprising Noah’s Ark)

12.21.12 = 3024 (the fractal of the base perimeter in feet of the Great Pyramid of Giza)

So:  432 + 1728 + 3024 = 5184 ./. 3 = 1728 and 5184 is 1/5 of the 25,920 Year Great Precessional of the Mazzaroth/Zodiac (or one of the Mayan Sun/Ages) whose immediate full cycle is anticipated to occur on or about Dec. 21, 2012 or 2112 – folks – we’re at the OMEGA POINT!

2112  DECODED - Doug Krieger

How To Exit

How do you exit the stage, after performing one of Progressive Rock’s most monumental concert ever?

No, no blood drinking, bat chewing, naked girls romping needed. No bombastic theatrical charade is also warranted.

You just walk off, and head to the left of the stage.

That’s all there is to it 

Brain Halfs

“Cerba hemisfero estas unu el la du regionoj de la eŭteria cerbo kiuj estas konturitaj per la meza fendo. La cerbo povas tiel esti priskribata kiel dividita en maldekstra kaj dekstra cerbaj hemisferoj. Ĉiu de tiuj hemisferoj havas eksteran tavolon de griza substanco nomita la kortekso kiu estas apogita per interna tavolo de blanka materio. La hemisferoj estas interligitaj per la kaloza korpo, tre granda fasko da nervofibroj, kaj ankaŭ de aliaj pli malgrandaj komisuroj, inkluzive de la antaŭa komisuro, malantaŭa komisuro, kaj hipokampa komisuro.” 

“Tiuj komisuroj transdonas informojn inter la du hemisferoj por kunordigi lokalizitajn funkciojn. La arkitekturo, specoj de ĉeloj, specoj de neŭrotransmisiiloj kaj receptoraj subtipoj estas ĉio distribuata inter la du hemisferoj en rimarkeble malsimetria modo. Tamen, dum kelkaj el tiuj hemisferaj distribuadodiferencoj estas koheraj trans homoj, aŭ eĉ trans kelkaj specioj, multaj observeblaj distribuadodiferencoj varias de individuo al individuo ene de ceta specio.” 

Yeah, just like that.

There Was A Time

There was indeed a time when speaking of progressive, unorthodox ideas, through music, doesn’t mean getting all pretentious. Nor does it mean getting all distorted into indiscernible dabbling of disharmony or eeriness, to the point of disgust. 

If you can’t play well, pretending you can because the message and the image is so progressive, so weird, so evil or whatever else is the current hype, just doesn’t change the fact that your music sucks.

Thank shit that there was indeed a time when musicians know how to play, and how to communicate uncanny ideas, in ways that is both enjoyable to the ears as it is to the mind… 

Pieces of an excellent time