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Last time I went to Cali. I took two tool kits, a laptop, five bottles of “pills” (vitamins-supplements), a lighter, a blackberry, two calculators, various LAN cables and a bottle of water.
I wore all black and spoke to anyone I could that slightly resembled someone of middle eastern descent. I jumped two lines and flashed a brief fear expression to a TSA agent. The result - they made me empty the water. True story.
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# Access to Computers - and anything which might teach you something about the way the world works - should be unlimited and total. Always yield to the Hands-On Imperative!
# All information should be free.
# Mistrust Authority - Promote Decentralization.
# Hackers should be judged by their hacking, not bogus criteria such as degrees, age, race, or position.
# You can create art and beauty on a computer.
# Computers can change your life for the better.
"- Levy, Steven. 1984. Hackers: Heroes of the Computer Revolution, Anchor Press/Doubleday, Garden City, NY, 458 pp. -
"Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It’s a number game, but shit don’t add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
nearly half of America’s largest cities is one-quarter black
That’s why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you’re no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain’t home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, “You Are Not Alone”
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens on prison greens facin life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can’t spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It’s mathematics"- mos def - mathematics -
all at once
“This is madness!” I screamed. All at once and silently inside my head. I knew no one knew, or would know for that matter. I have made a careful art of keeping such unsavory and obvious remarks to myself. After all nobody prefers the role of “dupe”, least of all me.
I have spent hours, countless (or nearly so) hours toiling over metaphysics of this or that philosopher, physics, mathematics, psychology, history, religion etc. and have come to understand them. Well, at least some of them…I think. And still, still there is this gaping blind spot a mile wide…no, scratch that. I can’t even say because I have NO fucking idea of the breadth or width of my own blindness when it comes to me.
Call it tradition, culture, parents of parents that seems to form a fractal of infinite regress that makes the skin crawl? I am uneasy. Where to dig in? Does anyone even know that the future is being formed right now? Do they care? Have we become such a fuck, suck and consume culture that we can’t even take stock of our own psyches?
I or we, depending on how much you are willing to admit to yourself, are now taxed, not only with coping with the miasma, inaccurately called “the state of the world”, but also with trying to get to the root causes of why we are so fucked up.
bon appetit,
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Reflection Eternal feat. Jay Electronica, J. Cole, & Mos Def- Just Begun
merry whateveryoucelebrateifyoucelebrateanything! reflection eternal is coming back with another album! not only that, jay electronica will be releasing act II before the start of the new year! yay! this is a song talib previewed a week or two ago at a party. just blaze then went on the air and played the whole thing. oops! well, now we’ve got a cd quality version to enjoy. you have the vets: talib, mos, and hi tek; and two promising “new guys:” jay electronica and j. cole. it’s magic. enjoy.
-the skinny miracle
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necessary…?
It’s an odd thing really.
When one sits back, not obliquely, but dead on, so as not to hold a parallax view in one’s back pocket for future defenses, and takes in the landscape of one’s life and says “Sweet Jesus! what a fucking wreck.”
It’s not necessary, “another Prozac please!” you might whisper to yourself (all rights reserved of course). Or, a scotch or another joint (no rights reserved of course marijuana still having a schedule of I) or maybe a trip to “Bed, Bath and Beyond”. Not necessary in the least.
But, what is the alternative?
Maybe the credo “what people don’t know won’t hurt them” holds, but it doesn’t seem akin to anything like honesty. Does it? I’ve had many experiences with trying to guide people out of Plato’s Cave and I can tell you this for certain, they do not appreciate it.
The people who would appreciate it seem to find their way out on their own. Perhaps that’s the difference. If I show you, you’re a moron and a dupe. If you find it on your own your a fucking genius. Hey, who am I to deprive someone of that experience?
So, I guess the alternative is to make the lonely day hike up to our private mesas, over looking our various disastrous landscapes, cringe or laugh at what we see there and hope that no one ever wonders where we’ve just got back from.
Because we sure as hell can’t try to explain it to them, but rest assured we can make them feel like fucking geniuses.
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-Baruch Spinoza
