Nag Hammadi Library
Sunday, August 11, 2002
Miltonic Evil as Gnostic Cabala
"Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell
And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven" --John Milton
Saturday, August 10, 2002
Friday, August 09, 2002
Thursday, August 08, 2002
You are looking at the Clock of AllTime. This is the most accurate clock on Earth and, possibly, in the universe. This is the only clock that tells time from the beginning of time, the Big Bang.
"To date no human being since ancient Maya times has entered the tomb under Palenque's Temple XX. But in May of this year a Project film crew composed of David Pentecost, Alonso Mendez, and Alfonso Morales managed to lower a video camera through the small hole into the tomb..."
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
Tuesday, August 06, 2002
The White House dismissed the invitation, saying there was no need for discussions," exposing their excuse for invasion for the sham that it is
Monday, August 05, 2002
Rubber-hose-squad:
We will never be able to show that Alice has revealed the last of her keys. Further, even if Alice has co-operated fully and has revealed all of her keys, she will not be able to prove it. Therefore, we must assume that at every stage that Alice has kept secret information from us, and continue to beat her, even though she may have revealed the last of her keys. But the whole time we will feel uneasy about this because Alice may have co-operated fully. Alice will have realised this though, and so presumably it's going to be very hard to get keys out of her at all.
Alice:
I can never prove that I have revealed the last of my keys. In the end I'm bound for continued beating, even if I can buy brief respites by coughing up keys from time to time. Therefor, it would be foolish to divulge my most sensitive keys, because (a) I'll be that much closer to the stage where I have nothing left to divulge at all (it's interesting to note that this seemingly illogical, yet entirely valid argument of Alice's can protect the most sensitive of Alice's keys the "whole way though", like a form mathematical induction), and (b) the taste of truly secret information will only serve to make my aggressors come to the view that there is even higher quality information yet to come, re-doubling their beating efforts to get at it, even if I have revealed all. Therefor, my best strategy would be to (a) reveal no keys at all or (b) depending on the nature of the aggressors, and the psychology of the situation, very slowly reveal my "duress" and other low-sensitivity keys."
Their product "will consist of one CD which will boot on as many computers as possible. There will be a suite of email, w/p, spreadsheet, graphics etc programs on the CD. Access to local storage (hard drives etc.) will be disabled, and the system will shut down if the CD is removed. Data and mail will be transmitted and stored in encrypted form split between off-shore data havens."
Sunday, August 04, 2002
Please choose from one of the following options:
- If you'd like to report suspicious behavior by a co-worker, press 1
"
- If you'd like to report suspicious behavior by a friend, press 2
- If you'd like to report suspicious behavior by a family member, press
3
- If you'd like to report suspicious behavior by yourself, press 4
Thursday, August 01, 2002
Wim's BIOS
motherboards.org
Motherboard Manuals Data and More
SysOpt
The Masters Estate
Permanent web publishing
HiveCache(originally MojoNation, then MNet )
and Freenet
The reason that literal memory holes don't exist is that they don't need to. Thanks to litigiation, spin control, self-censorship, media laziness, and info-glut, a lot of important facts are buried. Websites disappear. Articles from the Associated Press are changed. The New York Times buries a major revelation in the 18th paragraph of an article on page A23. The FBI withholds evidence. Transcripts of Congressional hearings go out of print after a week. Crucial government documents are never put online. Citizens have to pay hundreds of dollars for a single Freedom of Information Act request. Investigative books reveal startling facts, but who has time to read 900-page exposes? There are lots and lots of reasons why important facts often don't get the exposure they deserve." --Library Juice vol 5
(Thanks to Jesse)
Wednesday, July 31, 2002
Tuesday, July 30, 2002
Monday, July 29, 2002
Friday, July 26, 2002
"He who kills one is a murderer.
He who kills many is a hero.
He who kills all is a god." --Alphonso Lingis
The Gnosis investigation provides Sloterdijk with a set of instruments for making a diagnosis of our age which demonstrates that our culture displays signs of a sort of neo-Gnostic turn. After two hundred years of attachment to the world, many people are now turning away from it and thereby spontaneously following the second path of Gnosis."
Thursday, July 25, 2002
"The madness of one man is terrible enough, the madness of millions... is unbearable... one has to build private shelters against it not to be contaminated and maddened by it." --Anais Nin (1942)
"I loathe politics. Because of politics, all that I love is in danger; it is a menace to individual liberty, a menace to happiness, it disturbs my work. I wholeheartedly believe in works of literature and works of art. This belief is entirely foreign to political preoccupations." --Julien Green (1932)
Wednesday, July 24, 2002
(Thanks to Mike)
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
Monday, July 22, 2002
Friday, July 19, 2002
Now, imagine seeing something different in each box.
Write down what you see in each size box, then click here
'What is the matter, my friend?' asked Nasrudin. 'Why are you crying?'
'I'm crying because I am so poor,' wailed the man. 'I have no money and everything I own is in this little bag.'
'Ah-ha!,' said Nasrudin, who immediately grabbed the bag and ran as fast as he could until he was out of sight.
'Now I have nothing at all,' cried the poor man, weeping still harder as he trudged along the road in the direction Nasrudin had gone. A mile away he found his bag sitting in the middle of the road, and he immediately became ecstatic. 'Thank God,' he cried out. 'I have all my possessions back. Thank you, thank you.'
'How curious!' exclaimed Nasrudin, appearing out of the bushes by the side of the road. "How curious that the same bag that made you weep now makes you ecstatic.'" --Roger Walsh
In a Southern small town a man named Phil Stone, who had some literary education at Yale, took under his wing as coach and mentor, a short, wiry, heavily drinking, hihgly pretentious lad of the town. This young fellow wrote poems, pretended to be British, carried a walking stick and wore special clothes -- all in smalltown Mississippi during the First World War. Phil Stone listened to the boy, whom we might call today a 'typical puer' and perceived his uniqueness. THe man went on to become the William Faulkner who was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1949...
In the year 1831 one of those marvellous old-fashioned scientific expeditions was to set forth; a schoolmaster named John Henslow suggested that one of his former pupils be appointed naturalist. The lad was then 22; he had been rather dull at school, hopeless in maths, although a keen collector of beetles from the countryside; he was hardly different from the others of his type and class: hunting and shooting, popular member of the Glutton Club aimed for the clergy. He had a 'typical family complex' as we might say today, soft in the mother and dominated by a 300-pound father. But Henslow saw something and persuaded the parties involved, including the pupil named Charles Darwin, that he make the journey." from Egalitarian Typologies versus the Perception of the Unique by James Hillman
Roberto would hold the same stone and would murmur, "Mmmmm, , , What is this good for?" But he wouldn't know the answer.
Marta would hold it in her hand for just a moment, and without a thought, would throw it away.
I, Consuelo, would look at it wonderingly. "What might this be? Is it, could it be, what I have been looking for?"
But my father would take the stone and set it on the ground. He would look for another and put it on top of the first one, then another and another, until no matter how long it took, he had finally turned it into a house." from Children of Sanchez, by Oscar Lewis
(Thanks again to Joel)
(Note the subsequent page links at the bottom: "1|2|3|4|5|6|7...") (Thanks to Joel)
Thursday, July 18, 2002
Perec did all sorts of other interesting constrained writing experiments, many in conjunction with Oulipo (a group that included Italo Calvino), who were also particularly interested in constrained writing. One of their other members, Raymond Queneau created a work called 100,000,000,000,000 Sonnets, which "consisted of ten pages of 14 lines, cut into strips so that one could lift a strip and make up to 10^14 combinations, thus the title. If you attempted to read all the sonnets contained, it would take 190,258,751 years until you finished it."
"You see symbols were made to be doorways. You don’t stop at a symbol and say, here, this is an equal armed cross with a circle around it. You're supposed to go through that symbol and find out what’s behind it... for me, a symbol is just a beginning. To what is behind the symbol. It is not just a pretty decorative pattern. You take it and you chew it... You take it apart. You look at it, and can use any one of a dozen ways... Look at it, wait and see if another symbol comes up, add that to the first one. Wait and see if another one comes up. When you’ve finished all that lot, kind of sit and look at the symbol... you make a friend of your symbol. And you give it a name. ‘Hi Fred! How are you doing?’ And the symbol sits there and says, ‘I’m doing O.K. What would you like to know today?’ ‘Well listen Fred, I’ve been thinking. You know, you’re always drawn in this way, can you give me an aspect of yourself that was before this?' ‘Well, let me think.’ says Fred, ‘I used to be drawn like this...’ --An Interview with Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
Monday, July 15, 2002
Historical linguistics had become a subject reserved for those who dealt in facts, and the extra-historical matter of language's origins could be left aside, exciting for sure when addressed by a Rousseau or a Herder, futile when addressed by madmen or amateurs led on by the new fashion for thinking in evolutionary terms. The situation wasn't promising therefore for the man whose theorizing was, it's safe to say, the most lunatic of all, so strange indeed as to have been cherished now for more than a century, whether as an example of what André Breton called the "humour of reception", which is when we laugh at something that wasn't intended to be funny, or as a crucial resource in the study of linguistic misapprehension. This was Jean-Pierre Brisset..."
"Luck is when the guy next to you gets hit with the arrow." --Aristotle (paraphrased)
"Character traits are secret psychoses." --Sandor Ferenczi
"Nor wonder how I lost my Wits;
Oh! Caelia, Caelia, Caelia shits!" --Jonathan Swift
"Why are you unhappy?
Because 99.9 per cent
Of everything you think and
Of everything you do
Is for yourself -
And there isn't one." --Wei Wu Wei