Counter-culture Journals (文革)

Counter-culture Journals (文革)

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

1 day in 1 life



1 day in 1 life





生活是痛苦,
生活是重音,
生活是悲痛,
生活是无意义的,
가치,
목적,
기쁨,
진실한 친구,
無視される得る、
一定した苦痛、
意味のための一定した探求、
今何もない、
我是没什么,
我感觉没什么,
没有喜悦,
没有乐趣,
没有爱,
唯一义务,

史蒂夫 奥多

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

My interview - I'm famous

1. You listed Agnostic as your religion and the Tao in your books section. I'm not entirely sure what your beliefs are, so could you explain a little about your religious or spiritual beliefs?

The Tao started out as a philosophy and not a religion. Some people use it as a part of religion But Lao Tzu wanted a philosophy that would help people connect with the natural world and abandon barbarism and the life style of the war lords and their supporters. It may be somewhat spiritual, but the Tao is the path of nature.
There is a metaphysical quality to the original poems (they were written down after his death). Mao Zedong, who you ask about later, in his later years, made use of the ancient philosophers such as Lao Tzu and quoted them in his later writings.

As to agnostics I am also deeply influenced by Epicurus the ancient Greek philosopher (about 400BC, more or less) who said that the gods exist, but have little use for humans. He said if an earthquake hits your house, you probably built it in a bad spot and the gods are not out to punish you.

Today we speak of just one god, an intelligence that runs through the universes, is infinite and provides the order of the universes.

I say universes because I also believe, at this time, in the M theory of physics. According to that theory, there are many universes and they are separated by a dimension called a membrane and only gravity can pass through this dimension. Also universes are created and then die off continuously throughout time and infinity. This makes sense to me.

But I agree with Epicurus in that such a deity probably has little need to worry about microbes that happen to develop some intelligence. It may intrigue the great deity, but does it need us after we die. Epicurus didn't think so. I'd like to believe in life after death and maybe a piece of us does carry on somehow. But it seems unlikely. My other idol Lucretius asked how a soul gets into a body in the first place. Why does it survive being sick when a person's body is near death? Why doesn't it move to the many worms that grow in a dead body rather than leave and go to another world? He asked these questions about the year 100 BC. And the same questions can be asked today.

All religion is man made. Some people try to connect with God if that is even possible. The idea of a dead man turning into god is ludicrous. It's like a human connecting with an ameba and turning into one to save all the amebas in the world. If we don't do that, why would a god do it? Jesus is one of the last of the dying god-man myths. Gilgamesh was one of the first. It is time to outgrow the dying god-man myth.

And as far as the Bible or any other sacred text that was written over 2,000 years ago, let's face the fact that much of it is out dated and not suited for modern society.

One thing I noticed in ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Europe was that many people don't think much about religion and don't worry about having a belief system. But that's not easy in the US were about 95% of the people believe or practice some type of religion. Tell them you're an agnostic or atheist and they will say "so you believe in nothing." I know many atheist and they do have beliefs. That's why people such as myself, here in the US find it necessary to be able to throw a belief system back in these ignorant people's faces.


2. What in your opinion is the most threatening aspect of corporations?

There political power. In the US, votes are literally bought by corporations. They have passed a number of bills lately that put financial burdens on consumers and help out corporations such as credit card companies. Our local planning board has 8 out of 10 people working for land developers and they don't give a damn about the common people. Everything is for the profits of realistate and developers. The latest insult right here in Maize is a proposal to build a four sandpit dredging operastion north of our town, right were people go to work. It's the only road to get to the highway and this new outfit wants 250 truck trips a day, while we are trying to use the only street we have to get in and out of town. The noise mess and the fact that they have been given the company water rights while the tiny farm around them have been denied those rights looks like favoritism..

In the US corporations are the government. We have government for the corporations and by the corporations of the corporations to be paid for by the rest of us. We are fighting a war in the Middle east so the auto and oil companies can delay making needed changes in their way of life.

They have no value and may as well be done away with. That's why I'm a communist and a socialists. Corporations are fascist to work for. I could write a book on the subject, but it's been done.



3. From your myspace profile its obvious that Mao Tse-Tung is one of your idols. Could you explain a bit about why?

I lived most of my life during the cold war and the Soviet Union and their satellites never seemed too revolutionary to me. But I read Mao in college and began to understand what he was trying to do. He didn't want a stagnant society such as the Soviet Union. He wrote on criticism and self criticism. He wrote on "let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend." He tried to open up the country to freedom of speech but ran into the problem that he was trying to change the beliefs of his society and at the same time, compete with the west for open literature and debate.

He expanded on Marx's class analysis past the simple bourgeoisie and proletariat. He was the only communist leader of a country, that I am aware of, who embraced the lumpen proletariat as a potentially revolutionary force. And in my 20s I was clearly a member of that class, being a petty drug dealer, drug user and working a minimum wage job. Of course he wanted these people to clean up their act and change their attitudes, but other Marxist had called this class "human trash" that could not be trusted.

I would compare the Cultural Revolution to our civil rights movement. The turmoil the western press harps about is similar to what happened to blacks when they demanded their rights. There was violence and death. The Cultural Revolution was an attempt to empower the lowest classes in society and break down the barriers between the more professional classes and the poor peasants. There were other aspects such as giving students a voice and doing away with some Confucius ideas. As another Maoist said, they didn't go far enough. He was right. It failed to take root and as a result, many people misunderstood its goals and simply saw it as an inconvenience or as the white southerners in the US, an infringement on their privileged lives.



4. You also support recreational drug use. What is your opinion on legalizing all illicit drugs?

I don't simply support recreational drug use. It just see it as a natural part of humanity that has been with us for centuries and will not go away anytime soon. I always tell people that recreational use of hard drugs is not for wimpy people afraid of death. But many people defy death to use them. So why create a bureaucracy of repression to try and make our society one of perfect people. It's not going to happen and the harder this country tries, the more freedom we loose and not just for drug users. It also zaps the budget and cost us a lot of jail space and money trying to make people pure. It is largely about religion. And if I have not use for religion, I have no use for drug laws.

My first book was on this subject.

5. Your book is a memoir, how would you compare writing a memoir to, say, writing a fictional novel?

It's classified as fiction. It is largely biographical, but not 100% true. A lot of changes were made to make things fit, as well as making some stories a little more exciting than they really were. Also I had to disguise people I used as characters in case they decide to sue me. So technically it is a fictional novel. It's fictional memoirs. Also there's some highly illegal stuff in the book that I don't want anyone pinning on me as could happen if this were a straight non-fiction biography.

Intervew by Gambi

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

I don’t do sex with machines

Some people have accused me of being sleazy and of course they are right. But I still have a few rules I follow.

  1. No sex with kids. If you're 13 and live in Florida, forget it. And I won't send you any pictures of my genitals. Actually I have posted some nude shots of me (without my face), but good luck trying to find them from this site. I am an exhibitionist.
  2. No sex with relatives. I actually know all those people and my philosophy on sex is that it is best done with people you don't know very well. Same goes for nudity. Do I really want my friends to see me naked? No. But swimming naked in the Mediterranean Sea was a lot of fun.

3. I only do women. I'm not homophobic, just not interested.

4. I don't do machines. I say that because people tell me they've had cyber-sex with other people. Cyber-sex? I actually hate machines, even though I not only use them, I rely on them. But I don't like them and they don't like me. So I refuse to have sex with a computer.

Which brings me to this Frank Zappa Song I heard years ago about sex with machines. It was from the opera "Joe's Garage" and is called "A token of my extreme":

Frank Zappa - A Token Of My Extreme Lyrics

Act II



SCENE NINE

A TOKEN OF MY EXTREME



Arriving at L. Ron Hoover's modernistic office / cathedral /
ware-house /

condominium complex, Joe is greeted by a pre-recorded message
and

a dramatically illuminated image on a wall-sized TV screen...



L. RON HOOVER:

Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology!

The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only!



Don't you be

Tarot-fied

It's just a token of my extreme

Don't you be

Tarot-fied

It's just a token of my extreme

Don't you never try to look behind my eyes

You don t wanna know what they have seen

Don't you never try to look behind my eyes

You don't wanna know what they have seen



JOE: (thinking to himself)

Some people think

That if they go too far

They'll never get hack

To where the rest of them are

I might be crazy

But there's one thing I know

You might be surprised

At what you find when ya go!



And thus, having rationalized his expedition to L. Ron's
modernistic office /

cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, JOE seeks The
Answer to

his problem...



JOE:

Oh oh oh

Mystical Advisor

What is my problem, tell me

Can you see?



L. RON HOOVER:

Well, you have nothing to fear, my son!

You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist, It appears to me!



JOE:

That all seems very, very strange

I never craved a toaster

Or a color T. V.



L. RON HOOVER:

A Latent Appliance Fetishist

Is a person who refuses to admit to his or herself

That sexual gratification can only be achieved

Through the use of MACHINES... Get the picture?



JOE:

Are you telling me

I should come out of the closet now Mr. Ron?



L. RON HOOVER:

No, my son!

You must go into THE CLOSET

And you will have

A lot of fun!

That's where they all live

So if you want an

Appliance to love you

You'll have to go in there

N' get you one



JOE:

Well...that seems simple enough...



L. RON HOOVER:

Yes, but if you want a really GOOD one,

You'll have to learn a foreign language...



<>
JOE:

German, for instance?



L. RON HOOVER:

That's right...

A lot of really cute ones come from over there!

(Fifty bucks, please)



And a cheerful group of Appliantologists dance into the room
wearing

aluminum foil lab smocks, lock arms in a circle around JOE,
making

sure he pays in full, all the while singing with L. RON as he
delivers

nis final instructions...



L. RON HOOVER:

If you been

Mod-O-fied,

It's an illusion,

an yer in between

Don't you be

Tarot-fied,

It's just a lot of nothin,'

So what can it mean?

If you been

Mod-O-fied,

It's an illusion,

an yer in between

Don't you be

Tarot-fied,

It's just a lot of nothin,

So what can it mean?

(etc., etc., etc.)



JOE leaves the First Church of Appliantology and sets out to try
L. RON s expensive advice



CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:

This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe has just learned to
speak

German Now, get this, heres why he did it! He's gonna go to this
club on

the other side of town, it's called THE CLOSET...

And they got these Appliances in there that really go for a guy
dressed up

like a housewife who can speak German (you know what I mean)...
so

Joe's learned how to speak German, he goes in this place and he
sees

these little Kitchen Machineries dancing around with each other,
and he

sees this one...that looks like it's a cross between an
industrial vacuum

cleaner and a chrome piggy bank with marital aids stuck all over
its body...

it's really exciting...and when he sees it, he BURSTS INTO
SONG...

Monday, February 19, 2007

毛-ist counter-culture Freak in Wonderland

I don’t usually just repost something intended for Myspace people here on this blog. But this is different. I feel there is something to this blog that taught me a great lesson in humanity and self esteem. So I’m reposting it despite the fact that it has no real significance to this blog.


February 11, 2007
So I meet my contractual obligations for my book deal. I sent in the book and all the required information as instructed by Americanpusher's e-mailed instructions.
I'm glad I sent that stuff in, because getting another book published is about the only thing that kept me sane in an otherwise insane week. Besides the usual wise ass kids I have to deal with (worst is middle school) as a sub teacher, there are the usual personal problems:
Then there's the stunning revelation…yes once again I feel like Alice in wonderland where nothing is what it seems to be. Babies turn to pigs, caterpillars refuse to believe they will turn to butterflies and the red queen and her court are just a pack of playing cards.
But what if the perceived cards of my space are real people, not robots or cardboard cutouts?
Suddenly I'm not just a joker on the back of a playing card. The façade lifts and I'm a real person and so are the others around me, even if they don't live close by.
People states away are as real as I am. I just can't reach out and touch them.
You would thinks that is so obvious, but with the constant bombardment of fake people and scam artists trying to lure us in to something that only appears to be real, just as the red queen for Alice, that after a while some of us just assume everyone is a playing card.

Actually it's really nice to find out that some people are real and not fake. Even if I live miles from someone or half a world away, I can still consider them my friend and treat them as a real person.
It's really not so bad to find the best in people instead of always finding the worst.



AND THE REACTION:

oh,it's no magical mushroom or a shaking Queen's fist,it's only your life,dual as your career and personal feelings of success may be,there you are seeing the looking glass,and probably for what it really is...
btw-i have missed you,Steve,sorry i have been away!
Posted by Jane Crown on Friday, February 16, 2007




Monday, February 12, 2007

Mr. Fantasy

So I meet my contractual obligations for my book deal. I sent in the book and all the required information as instructed by Americanpushers e-mailed instructions.
I’m glad I sent that stuff in, because getting another book published is about the only thing that kept my sane in an otherwise insane week. Besides the usual wise ass kids I have to deal with (worst is middle school) as a sub teacher, there are the usual personal problems:

譬如一个唠叨的妻子我感觉象离开因为没什么曾经似乎相当不错为她。

または飲まれる得、総肛門を小さい収集で自分自身の作る。
សតរវិ តត់

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

On the thresh hold

坐在边缘, 在生与死之,

们告诉我我是好,

我从未感觉好,

为什么我不是感觉好,

为什么I 仍然感受不适,

我看阴沉的未来黑色,

我看五颜六色的过去,

在打谷举行我坐,

看后面我的生活,

向前对我的死亡,

象站立在篱芭,

等待下落,


Monday, February 05, 2007

How to sell a book

I've been watching TV and I now know how to get the sales results I want.

Approach no. 1
"You Can't Afford NOT to by this book."
"This is the message that other book dealers don't want you to hear. Our retail prices $18.99 or our direct from the publisher prices $12.99 save you hundreds over other book dealers. Don't throw your money away buying this book later when the price goes up to $100. Get yours cheap NOW.

2. "Don't put this off! Run to your computer right now. Don't wait. Type in the name as fast as you can. Hurry now!!!!!!!"
3. "I got to have it."



"That's right! Everyone will be reading this literature this summer. Don't be the last to get this book. Don't be caught reading something old and outdated, such as Moby Dick or Dracula when you can be reading the latest thing
Memoirs of a Drugged-Up, Sex-Crazed Yippi.
Don't get stuck with last years book. Everyone will be reading Memoirs this summer."

3. Endorsements by dead people. The far right does this all the time, claiming Martin Luther King would march with the pro-life forces or that he would back a lot of our present wars because he would realize the injustice we are fighting. Some even claim Karl Marx would embrace capitalism if he were around today and saw how well it's turned out.
Of course they are dead and can't speak for themselves. That's the beauty of finding a dead spokesperson. You can put your words in their mouth and they can't stop you.


4. Last, but not least, the info-mercial. Who is so stupid they would intentionally watch a whole hour of nothing but testimonials from people telling you how this product changed their live for the better?

The answers easy – there's nothing else on. I haven't made mine yet, nor have I raised the money to put it on, but when I do, I'll be on TV late at night when you can't sleep and you're dying to watch TV and TADAAAA – there's nothing else on.
Got cable – not on Sunday. Once Adult Swim goes of the air, I got every station except the infomercials selling knives and mops. So it's me or kitchen utensils.
Even Gilligan's Island can't help you now.
BWA HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!