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How bad German synchronisation nearly ruined my first wet dream

2008-11-14T10:46:00.003Z

Howie's voice is by Thomas Danneberg, the German voice of Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone, John Travolta, Dennis Quaid, John Cleese, Terrence Hill, Nick Nolte, Rutger Hauer, etc. Jody sounds like a chain smoking middle aged housewife ..and Colt looks & sounds like my dad.

Best porn intro ever!

2008-11-09T19:58:00.000Z

King Kurt over Austria

2008-11-09T15:49:00.003Z

Those where the times.. King Kurt on Austrian TV 1983

David Lynch Day

2008-11-08T16:41:00.011Z

"In my dream, I see these fantastic paintings that were done by somebody else. And I wish that I had painted them. And I wake up, and after a while the impression wears off. I say, wait a minute, those are my paintings. I dreamt them; they're mine. Then I can't remember what they were."

Ghetto Blaster

2008-11-07T00:35:00.007Z

Cool Guy vs. Morons. Cool Guy won.

2008-11-07T00:13:00.004Z

Unusual Fonts

2008-11-03T23:48:00.013Z

The Doors of Perception

2008-11-03T00:10:00.001Z

I am and, for as long as I can remember, I have always been a poor visualizer. Words, even the pregnant words of poets, do not evoke pictures in my mind. No hypnagogic visions greet me on the verge of sleep. When I recall something, the memory does not present itself to me as a vividly seen event or object. By an effort of the will, I can evoke a not very vivid image of what happened yesterday afternoon, of how the Lungarno used to look before the bridges were destroyed, of the Bayswater Road when the only buses were green and tiny and drawn by aged horses at three and a half miles an hour. But such images have little substance and absolutely no autonomous life of their own. They stand to real, perceived objects in the same relation as Homer's ghosts stood to the men of flesh and blood, who came to visit them in the shades. Only when I have a high temperature do my mental images come to independent life. To those in whom the faculty of visualization is strong my inner world must seem curiously drab, limited and uninteresting. This was the world - a poor thing but my own - which I expected to see transformed into something completely unlike itself.

The change which actually took place in that world was in no sense revolutionary. Half an hour after swallowing the drug I became aware of a slow dance of golden lights. A little later there were sumptuous red surfaces swelling and expanding from bright nodes of energy that vibrated with a continuously changing, patterned life. At another time the closing of my eyes revealed a complex of gray structures, within which pale bluish spheres kept emerging into intense solidity and, having emerged, would slide noiselessly upwards, out of sight. But at no time were there faces or forms of men or animals. I saw no landscapes, no enormous spaces, no magical growth and metamorphosis of buildings, nothing remotely like a drama or a parable. The other world to which mescalin admitted me was not the world of visions; it existed out there, in what I could see with my eyes open. The great change was in the realm of objective fact. What had happened to my subjective universe was relatively unimportant.

I took my pill at eleven. An hour and a half later, I was sitting in my study, looking intently at a small glass vase. The vase contained only three flowers-a full-blown Belie of Portugal rose, shell pink with a hint at every petal's base of a hotter, flamier hue; a large magenta and cream-colored carnation; and, pale purple at the end of its broken stalk, the bold heraldic blossom of an iris. Fortuitous and provisional, the little nosegay broke all the rules of traditional good taste. At breakfast that morning I had been struck by the lively dissonance of its colors. But that was no longer the point. I was not looking now at an unusual flower arrangement. I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his creation-the miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence.

"Is it agreeable?" somebody asked. (During this Part of the experiment, all conversations were recorded on a dictating machine, and it has been possible for me to refresh my memory of what was said.)

"Neither agreeable nor disagreeable," I answered. "it just is."

Istigkeit - wasn't that the word Meister Eckhart liked to use? "Is-ness." The Being of Platonic philosophy - except that Plate seems to have made the enormous, the grotesque mistake of separating Being from becoming and identifying it with the mathematical abstraction of the Idea. He could never, poor fellow, have seen a bunch of flowers shining with their own inner light and all but quivering under the pressure of the significance with which they were charged; could never have perceived that what rose and iris and carnation so intensely signified was nothing more, and nothing less, than what they were - a transience that was yet eternal life, a perpetual perishing that was at the same time pure Being, a bundle of minute, unique particulars in which, by some unspeakable and yet self-evident paradox, was to be seen the divine source of all existence.

I continued to look at the flowers, and in their living light I seemed to detect the qualitative equivalent of breathing -but of a breathing without returns to a starting point, with no recurrent ebbs but only a repeated flow from beauty to heightened beauty, from deeper to ever deeper meaning. Words like "grace" and "transfiguration" came to my mind, and this, of course, was what, among other things, they stood for. My eyes traveled from the rose to the carnation, and from that feathery incandescence to the smooth scrolls of sentient amethyst which were the iris. The Beatific Vision, Sat Chit Ananda, Being-Awareness-Bliss-for the first time I understood, not on the verbal level, not by inchoate hints or at a distance, but precisely and completely what those prodigious syllables referred to. And then I remembered a passage I had read in one of Suzuki's essays. "What is the Dharma-Body of the Buddha?" ('"the Dharma-Body of the Buddha" is another way of saying Mind, Suchness, the Void, the Godhead.) The question is asked in a Zen monastery by an earnest and bewildered novice. And with the prompt irrelevance of one of the Marx Brothers, the Master answers, "The hedge at the bottom of the garden." "And the man who realizes this truth," the novice dubiously inquires, '"what, may I ask, is he?" Groucho gives him a whack over the shoulders with his staff and answers, "A golden-haired lion."

Bonjour Tristesse

2008-11-02T14:17:00.002Z

Love the book, love the film ..while not feelig "tristessed" at all at the moment.

Neocortical Column Art

2008-10-31T12:13:00.001Z

An entire neocortical column lights up with electrical activity. Modeled on a two-week-old rodent brain, this 0.5 mm by 2 mm slice is the basic computational unit of the brain and contains about 10,000 neurons. This microcircuit is repeated millions of times across the rat cortex—and many times more in the brain of a human.

Read the whole mind-boggeling article at Seed Magazine

Kali - goddess of time and change

2008-10-30T21:19:00.003Z

The Alchemical Wedding - Tattoo 02 via kwout

Kali, also known as Kalika (Bengali: কালী, Kālī / কালিকা Kālīkā ; Sanskrit: काली), is a Hindu goddess associated with death and destruction. The name Kali means "black", but has by folk etymology come to mean "force of time (kala)". Despite her negative connotations, she is today considered the goddess of time and change. Although sometimes presented as dark and violent, her earliest incarnation as a figure of annihilation still has some influence. More complex Tantric beliefs sometimes extend her role so far as to be the "ultimate reality" or Brahman. She is also revered as Bhavatarini (literally "redeemer of the universe"). Comparatively recent devotional movements largely conceive Kali as a benevolent mother goddess.

So, that's my new tattoo sorted.

British Lard

2008-10-29T13:41:00.005Z

WTF is going on in the British Lard Headquarters?? They even have a cafepress.com/lardstore now where they sell their demented designs.

In Heaven Everything Is Fine

2008-10-22T17:24:00.001+01:00

Sexy pics of the day

2008-10-16T21:47:00.011+01:00

Scary Pics Of The Day

2008-10-15T22:01:00.010+01:00

Final Impact - The End Of The World

2008-10-15T13:48:00.004+01:00

If you think that the financial crisis is big news, check this out. A dazzling digital rendition of what it would look like if the Earth got totally killed by an asteroid. Sure, it would suck for us, but it'd be a pretty neat show for any aliens hanging around in the solar system.

It could happen tomorrow. Or next month. Or something..

Inportant resources:

NASA Asteroid Comet Impact Hazards

Play Asteroids

I Love Rock N Roll

2008-10-12T00:45:00.002+01:00

I Love Rock N Roll - Because Rock N Roll Is Toll!!!

At The End Of The Day

2008-10-12T00:38:00.001+01:00

quack quack quack

From Penis To Arse - French Style

2008-10-11T23:59:00.000+01:00

http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=d&saddr=Calle+de+Penis,+36215,+Vigo,+Pontevedra,+Galicia,+Spain&daddr=Poo,+Llanes,+Asturias,+Asturias,+Spain+to:P%C3%A9e,+64300+B%C3%A9renx,+Pyr%C3%A9n%C3%A9es-Atlantiques,+Aquitaine,+France+to:Flang%C3%A9,+12350+Maleville,+Aveyron,+Midi-Pyr%C3%A9n%C3%A9es,+France+to:L%27Hymen,+12100+Millau,+Aveyron,+Midi-Pyr%C3%A9n%C3%A9es,+France+to:Anus,+Fouronnes,+Yonne,+Burgundy,+France+to:Le+B%C3%A9an,+53200+Loign%C3%A9-sur-Mayenne,+Mayenne,+Pays+de+la+Loire,+France+to:Ming%C3%A9,+35320+Le+Sel-de-Bretagne,+Ille-et-Vilaine,+Brittany,+France+to:pube+to:Arse,+17530+Arvert,+Charente-Maritime,+Poitou-Charentes,+France&hl=en&geocode=&mra=pe&mrcr=8&sll=45.057564,-2.568417&sspn=6.891455,13.623047&ie=UTF8&z=6

Bon Chance!

Kajagoogoo Reunion!!!

2008-10-11T23:27:00.004+01:00

Finally! That's what the world has been waiting for. To ease the credit crunch & financial meltdown, Kajagoogoo will perform their hit "Big Apple" at festivals in Denmark, Slovakia and again at Retrofest 2008.

Fuckin'Unicorns

2008-10-10T17:21:00.004+01:00

If anyone sends in a pic of a better tattoo, I'll buy you a drink.

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2008-10-08T09:25:00.002+01:00

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Indian Runner

2008-10-07T17:22:00.002+01:00

The summer had inhaled and held its breath too long
The winter looked the same, as if it never had gone
And through an open window where no curtain hung
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me
One begins to read between the pages of a look
The shape of sleepy music, and suddenly you're hooked
Through the rain upon the trees, that kisses on the run
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me

You can't stay and live my way
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind
You always say you want to go away
But I know what it always has been, it always has been

A transparent dream beneath an occasional sigh
Most of the time I just let it go by
Now I wish it hadn't begun
I saw you, yes I saw you, comin' back to me

Strolling the hills overlooking the shore
I realize I've been here before
The shadow in the mist could have been anyone
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me

Small things like reasons are put in a jar
Whatever happened to wishes wished on a star?
Was it just something that I made up for fun?
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me

The Film

The Song

The Website Is Down: Sales Guy vs. Web Dude

2008-09-25T12:45:00.001+01:00

..you might have seen this everywhere else already ; ) ..I'm abit laaaazy today

If you haven't, enjoy!

And another stupid quiz

2008-09-23T20:45:00.000+01:00

I named 0 reindeer in 30 seconds

..although I like Oatmeal