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    A Place to Bury Strangers - Exploding Head - Ego Death

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    October 30, 2009

  • Quotation

    To be willing to die for an idea is to set a rather high price on conjecture.
    — Anatole France
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    October 8, 2009

  • Quotation

    I think Linus Tordalv started working on Linux back in 1991…and the shit still doesn’t run right.
    — Fake Steve Jobs
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    October 3, 2009

  • Link

    Project Pigeon

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    During World War II, Project Pigeon was famed behaviorist B.F. Skinner’s attempt to develop a pigeon-guided missile. The project centered around dividing the nose cone of a missile into three compartments, and encasing a pigeon in each. The compartments for each had a video image of what was in front of them, and the pigeons would peck toward the object, thereby directing the missile. Skinner complained “our problem was no one would take us seriously.” (via Jeff Adkins)
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    September 29, 2009

  • Quotation

    You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave.
    — Sydney Smith
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    September 28, 2009

  • Image

    What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone’s experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone’s everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It’s yours. It is time for you to understand this. Walk. As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are… Gone.

    What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone’s experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone’s everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It’s yours. It is time for you to understand this.

    Walk.

    As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are…

    Gone.

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  • Video

    MC5 with Ian Astbury - Kick Out the Jams

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  • Quotation

    Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.
    — Paul Gauguin
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    September 13, 2009

  • coketalk:

    I’ll cry myself to sleep tonight. Tomorrow, watch the fuck out.

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