Writer's Block: Missing from Nature
If one thing were to be stricken from nature, what could you stand to see go?
just a test
just testing to see if i can post linked pics straight from a cool new website i came across today:
http://pichaus.com
very cool collection of pics, bg images, wallpapers etc.
i tried to post a pic straight from there to here, using tinyurl, but sadly it worked at first, then seemed to prevent the pic showing later on :(
sess t'lavie
AO
http://pichaus.com
very cool collection of pics, bg images, wallpapers etc.
i tried to post a pic straight from there to here, using tinyurl, but sadly it worked at first, then seemed to prevent the pic showing later on :(
sess t'lavie
AO
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worm nest! worm nest! (we struck worms in the dark earth)
so over winter, i thought i'd take the chance to do some more superorganic gardening experiments.
last year, i tidied up the garden and began about preparing the compost for the next year (2008). So after emptying the rich produce of the year's workable compost into the raised veg beds (ready for next year) and spraying them with a good dosage of microbes, i turned my attention to the remaining microbe-dosed but uncomposted fraction. I dug a deep trench in what was the potato bed and layered it up with undigested compost, then poor quality soil, then more undigested compost and so on, spraying each layer with microbes. finally, there were two mounds, one the test trench and the other, just soil turned over and some organic matter dug in, generally.
Visitors commented, as winter rolled by, how the microby pile was turning darker and you couldn't see the fractions in the pile as much as the one just left to its own devices. so here's the part, this year, when i finally got round to checking out what had been happening over the winter, in the depths of the earth.
but the worms! oh the worms! we had so many, my mother came round for an icecream tub full for her own compost bin and we still had enough of the wiggly blighters left to keep the potato bed in tip top health.
roll on summer!
AO
last year, i tidied up the garden and began about preparing the compost for the next year (2008). So after emptying the rich produce of the year's workable compost into the raised veg beds (ready for next year) and spraying them with a good dosage of microbes, i turned my attention to the remaining microbe-dosed but uncomposted fraction. I dug a deep trench in what was the potato bed and layered it up with undigested compost, then poor quality soil, then more undigested compost and so on, spraying each layer with microbes. finally, there were two mounds, one the test trench and the other, just soil turned over and some organic matter dug in, generally.
Visitors commented, as winter rolled by, how the microby pile was turning darker and you couldn't see the fractions in the pile as much as the one just left to its own devices. so here's the part, this year, when i finally got round to checking out what had been happening over the winter, in the depths of the earth.
but the worms! oh the worms! we had so many, my mother came round for an icecream tub full for her own compost bin and we still had enough of the wiggly blighters left to keep the potato bed in tip top health.
roll on summer!
AO
the mushroom speaks
"I am old, older than thought in your species, which is itself fifty times older than your history. Though I have been on earth for ages I am from the stars. My home is no one planet, for many worlds scattered throughout the shining disc of the galaxy have conditions which allow my spores an opportunity for life. The mushroom which you see is the part of my body given to sex thrills and sun bathing, my true body is a fine network of fibers growing through the soil. These networks may cover acres and may have far more connections than the number in a human brain. My mycelial network is nearly immortal - only the sudden toxification of a planet or the explosion of its parent star can wipe me out. By means impossible to explain because of certain misconceptions in your model of reality all my mycelial networks in the galaxy are in hyperlight communication across space and time. The mycelial body is as fragile as a spider's web but the collective hypermind and memory is a vast historical archive of the career of evolving intelligence on many worlds in our spiral star swarm. Space, you see, is a vast ocean to those hardy life forms that have the ability to reproduce from spores, for spores are covered with the hardest organic substance known. Across the aeons of time and space drift many spore-forming life-forms in suspended animation for millions of years until contact is made with a suitable environment. Few such species are minded, only myself and my recently evolved near relatives have achieved the hyper-communication mode and memory capacity that makes us leading members in the community of galactic intelligence. How the hyper-communication mode operates is a secret which will not be lightly given to humans. But the means should be obvious: it is the occurrence of psilocybin and psilocin in the biosynthetic pathways of my living body that opens for me and my symbiots the vision screens to many worlds. You as an individual and Homo sapiens as a species are on the brink of the formation of a symbiotic relationship with my genetic material that will eventually carry humanity and earth into the galactic mainstream of the higher civilizations.
"Since it is not easy for you to recognize other forms of intelligence around you, your most advanced theories of politics and society have advanced only as far as the notion of collectivism. But beyond the cohesion of the members of a species into a single social organism there lie richer and even more baroque evolutionary possibilities. Symbiosis is one of these. Symbiosis is a relation of mutual dependence and positive benefits for both of the species involved. Symbiotic relationships between myself and civilized forms of higher animals have been established many times and in many places throughout the long ages of my development. These relationships have been mutually useful; within my memory is the knowledge of hyper-light drive ships and how to build them. I will trade this knowledge for a free ticket to new worlds around suns younger and more stable than your own. To secure an eternal existence down the long river of cosmic time, I again and again offer this agreement to higher beings and thereby have spread throughout the galaxy over the long millennia. A mycelial network has no organs to move the world, no hands; but higher animals with manipulative abilities can become partners with the star knowledge within me and if they act in good faith, return both themselves and their humble mushroom teacher to the million worlds to which all citizens of our starswarm are heir."
-- Psilocybin: Magic Mushroom Growers' Guide
voodoo people
whilst i was looking through youtube the other day, i saw this pendulum remix of the Rpodigy's classic track VooDoo People.
i never say this video before and thought it wonderfully gritty, high energy and raw:
marvellous stuff!
AO
i never say this video before and thought it wonderfully gritty, high energy and raw:
marvellous stuff!
AO
the future of net communities
so an online pal got me thinking about the future of net interaction and how virtual reality might enhance the experience - make it more real.
so i whipped over to youtube, to see what state the tech's now at:
someone there commented on this clip, saying~: "Ok for one, who wants to pay 350 to look like a major toolbag? And btw who has access to a wall outlet? What is this 1985?"
yeah, where is the virtual reality interactive world we long dreamed of?
and how come i still haven't got a hover car?
one day, i hope to stick on my VR glasses, walk down my web homepage street and have all my favourite meeting places arrayed in front of me like an old fashion high street, where i can nip into VR starbucks and sit down with online pals and yap...
maybe not in this lifetime, given the currently lacking state of the "art"...
and they say technology will save us, eh?
sheesh!
AO
so i whipped over to youtube, to see what state the tech's now at:
someone there commented on this clip, saying~: "Ok for one, who wants to pay 350 to look like a major toolbag? And btw who has access to a wall outlet? What is this 1985?"
yeah, where is the virtual reality interactive world we long dreamed of?
and how come i still haven't got a hover car?
one day, i hope to stick on my VR glasses, walk down my web homepage street and have all my favourite meeting places arrayed in front of me like an old fashion high street, where i can nip into VR starbucks and sit down with online pals and yap...
maybe not in this lifetime, given the currently lacking state of the "art"...
and they say technology will save us, eh?
sheesh!
AO
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the inweeeenient twooth
ok so i did a very bad thing..
i deleted most of my journal entries.
don't ask why - i woke up with a headache which turned into a migraine - which should explain all.
in the mean time, now the journal's looking alot thinner, here's some you tube footage, to warm things up
i deleted most of my journal entries.
don't ask why - i woke up with a headache which turned into a migraine - which should explain all.
in the mean time, now the journal's looking alot thinner, here's some you tube footage, to warm things up
what is "yorkshire"?
ok, so two posts in one day is a record for me.
but the subject of tea came up recently on a friend's journal, so i thought i'd offer the following vid clip, to give a taste of what it's like to be british and especially of what the yorkshire accent and culture is like, as a sub-set of british-ism.
We don't all speak like dick van dyke in the uk, you know :)
but the subject of tea came up recently on a friend's journal, so i thought i'd offer the following vid clip, to give a taste of what it's like to be british and especially of what the yorkshire accent and culture is like, as a sub-set of british-ism.
We don't all speak like dick van dyke in the uk, you know :)
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falling to earth....
dear wanderers
i signed onto the system as a newbie to the world of journals/blogs, just so i could have an input in groups such as
the quickening
terence mckenna
and 2012.
but also, so that i can simply roam freely through the ether, checking out the wierdness and novelty waves where i find 'em, leaving comments as and when the fancy arises.
Then there's the future i can see from up here... at some point i may note down some of the themes and images coming from the alien data stream. In the meantime, as our reality is largely made up of our collective definitions of the world we internally model, through our "language" set, you can begin to hack my reality for yourself by examining some critical definitions i am consumed by. The definitions relate to future themes to be covered here in my journal, so take a look at the web site link i have posted on my profile (just follow the white rabbit). Want to add some definition for yourself? Take a peek at the bulletin board there, too.
"Language? Don't talk to me about language"
AO 2012
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"the world within is a reflection of the world without"
"the world without is a refraction of the world within"
i signed onto the system as a newbie to the world of journals/blogs, just so i could have an input in groups such as
the quickening
terence mckenna
and 2012.
but also, so that i can simply roam freely through the ether, checking out the wierdness and novelty waves where i find 'em, leaving comments as and when the fancy arises.
Then there's the future i can see from up here... at some point i may note down some of the themes and images coming from the alien data stream. In the meantime, as our reality is largely made up of our collective definitions of the world we internally model, through our "language" set, you can begin to hack my reality for yourself by examining some critical definitions i am consumed by. The definitions relate to future themes to be covered here in my journal, so take a look at the web site link i have posted on my profile (just follow the white rabbit). Want to add some definition for yourself? Take a peek at the bulletin board there, too.
"Language? Don't talk to me about language"
AO 2012
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"the world within is a reflection of the world without"
"the world without is a refraction of the world within"