on feta

Note to major grocery store chains: "Feta" is not another word for "styrofoam." Look it up.

Note to consumers: There is no such thing as "Fat free feta." Anything with that label is lying to you and is most likely (not so) cleverly disguised styrofoam.

not

If you've seen the ad for the new Transformers movie on dvd, you might be asking yourself what ignorant idiot could possibly describe it as "the best action movie ever." Apparently no one. Liars.

john-a-dreams

Dreams are imperfections of sleep; even so is consciousness the imperfection of waking.


Dreams are impurities in the circulation of the blood; even so is consciousness a disorder of life.


Dreams are without proportion, without good sense, without truth; so also is consciousness.


Awake from a dream, the truth is known: awake from waking, the Truth is—The Unknown.

~ Aleister Crowley, The Book of Lies (1913)

all is not right with the world

snow in may . . . .

martyrs . . .

fascists . . .

for the win

Forgery of Matisse by Elmyr; going price: $3,500

the statistician

The lowest of all liers, he lies with a straight face. He makes of science a mere pebble game and plays upon the folly of those who do not understand the rules. And truth? Like a televangelist, he manufactures "truth" on the fly, tailored to his audience's desires and expectations. Oh you who worship his gospel! ~ if you could but see inside the temple, behind the priestly trappings and solemn demeanor, the deformed, cancerous reality: these merchants of falsity, these whores of science, these builders of sandcastles, these two-faced spitters of venom, they of the forked-tongue, they without moral code or personal integrity, they without ethos, this army of Judases who seek to sell out the entire human race for a handful of silver ~ these are our new untouchables! We shun them, we fight their teargas and truncheons in the streets, with bricks, with twigs, with fingernails if need be. We will never relinquish our hope in humanity, we will never relinquish our optimism, we will never relinquish the fragility of knowledge to these coarse brutes, but guard it jealously and with great care. Oh, that there were more of us!

my education

. . . began with lies presented as truth. Next year, there was a patina of new lies to cover up the old; never mind that some of the details of these new lies conflicted with those of the previous year, kids can't tell, can they? The next year was the same, and the next. My "knowledge" was well-shellacked with layer upon layer of lies . . . but at the bottom? ~ or was it lies "all the way down"? In college was the first time I was assigned a reading which was then later discussed in class as if it might not be true. May I then doubt the contents of books? May I then doubt the verity of television broadcasts? May I doubt even the words of my teachers? Indeed, I must, but I found this doubt late, very late. And for those who never find this doubt? ~ or find it in the wrong way? Modern society is built upon a profound pessimism and lack of faith in mankind. Children, says the common man, are too stupid to learn critical thinking, too stupid to begin acquiring the tools necessary to mend that which is broken. And so the common man persists in breaking his children, in feeding them lies, in indoctrinating the freshest eyes and raping the cleanest minds. The common man has made of himself a petty God with narrow dominion; he controls not even his own lot, but only that of his child ~ and in this tinpot kingdom, he enacts the grossest despotism and tyranny merely to assuage his own sense of impotence.