Thursday, September 11, 2014

Good morning, Autumn



Antony & the Johnsons playlist on YouTube, starting with Fistful of Love, River of Sorrow and You are my Sister. It's a blue grey morning and post-summer tristesse is upon me.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Facebook

I am only using Facebook now to keep in touch with members of my family. I don't use it for friends and acquaintances anymore as it's an irredeemable mess and terribly confusing on that score. At least now I know where I stand and I don't have to pretend to be friends with people I don't even know, some of whom don't really want anything to do with me, and others I don't really want anything to do with myself. Don't fall for the big Facebook lie, that everyone is your friend. They're not and you know it.

Everything needed for communication is provided by email, text messages, as well as BBM and WhatsApp type messaging systems that allow for photos, video and sound files to be shared between friends and groups. For publishing online we have Blogger and Twitter. There is no need whatsoever for the perverse and commercialised exhibitionism and maundering that is Facebook.

The only possible use is to share communications with one discreet circle, such as family. Even then there is the problem of close family versus extended family. Do you include cousins, people's children, grandchildren, spouses? Even to think about the question is wearying. Systems like Facebook and Google+ that aim to manage multiple circles are invidious, tiresome and worrisome. So if you have your friends on Facebook and your family or work colleagues join, it is immediately ruined. Similarly for other permutations. The idea that one could manage a stream of varied messages, some of which have to be hidden from some people and some from others is insane.

On Facebook, people and organisations think they have you as a captive audience and they have, especially if they pay for it. It's not just that everyone tries to foist their holiday slideshows on you, they also belabour you with political and religious opinions and petitions. They endlessly pester you to add your name to special interest campaigns, supposedly to solve national and international problems, but in reality only so others can get you on a mailing list and panhandle for donations. As for the Hallmark sentiments in giant fonts and forced birthday messages, don't even start me.

Give it up, break free!

Update: I really don't use it at all anymore, not even for family, and have no intention of ever going back there. It is a living nightmare that pens people in like livestock and administers all sorts of commercial injections to them. People moan like cattle lowing as they are shuffled along in their own shit to their inevitable doom, when their accounts are "memorialised". Fuck that. Goldman Sachs doesn't own me, and I'm not one of Zuckerberg's "mugs". Don't you be either.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Story for Kindle


Everybody is dying to meet her. Literally. She scythes her way through the oddballs who answer her lonely hearts advert, who frequent singles bars or are merely fated to encounter her by chance. Still, it's no good to dwell on past misfortune, especially when it's not hers. (£0.77)

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Churchill is asleep

It's a long story but I don't know how it starts. By the time I get to this place where a painter is painting on an easel in a big building, possibly a gallery, I must turn right before where the painter sits and there's a sort of passageway. It's almost completely blocked by a naked man, very broad in the beam, who appears to be waiting outside a door that he's facing. As I edge past his back I notice there is a sign on the door that says "Lav". I think to myself "Fuck that, I'm not going in there" and go to the next door along. The latch is sealed with a gold device threaded through, which I unhook. Inside is a small room longer than it is wide. Though I can only see the top of his head, I can see that Churchill is asleep behind the computer screen, so I will have to go back.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Events as governing points

As events happen and things move, at all times all of the relative views are calculable. All relatives hold true. But there is a governing point at the locus of an event. Each governing point is an event. The governing points are authoritative. Until the event occurs it cannot give any relative appearance to any other entity. It occurs once, establishing a governing point, a fixed authority. No other entity can gainsay the governing point. It owns inherent objectivity.

We cannot trap these governing points because they are evanescent and distant. Before we know about them they have already gone. We can't know them before they occur, can't know them at the same time they occur unless even if they are part of our own internal world, only after they have already occurred. Each container can hold within it innumerable transient events and each person as a container of thoughts has access to authoritative sources. The box knows what happened to Schrodinger's cat.

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From where A stands, B looks one inch tall. From where B stands, A looks one inch tall. They are both sixty inches tall and N metres apart. A is right about himself and wrong about B. B is right about himself and wrong about A. Rightness is inherent in the entity itself. Each entity is its own truth but no other can know it exactly. That doesn't mean there is no truth, only that it's hard to know about what is outside.

That takes care of what is outside. What is inside an entity is carried there blind and impervious to what's outside. The mind, being inside of one, is in its own world, the world of oneself. However, the mind has windows onto the outside, in the form of eyesight, hearing etc. We apply our minds to understanding what is outside and calculating what the truth might be.

It is a mistake to say that each viewpoint is equally valid, the prime example being whether A and B are dead or alive. It makes no difference what A thinks about B being dead or alive [or rather it doesn't help us know what is true]. It only matters whether B as B is dead or alive. B is the absolute authority on whether he is dead or alive. No relative impression has any authority. B owns the attribute "dead or alive". That is a governing point.

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Governing points are start points and the world is continually emergent in the form of new governing points. All else relating to a point is governed by the point. It is instantaneous and transient. The traces it leaves are like ripples after a pebble falls in a pond, except that the pebble vanishes in no time. One nanosecond after the pebble strikes, it is a different pebble that continues to make its way through the surface of the water. We can hypothesize that like points in geometry, controlling points are infinitely/infinitesimally small. We might call them events, except that the everyday sense of the word "event" creates a misleading impression. So I will call them points.

The world consists of continually emergent infinitesimal points, each of which is the authority on itself. The point governs its own existence. No entity can make any observation or conclusion about a point, until the point emerges. Because its existence is infinitesimally small, it is gone before any entity can exert any control over it. A point has power, it is authoritative and conclusive. But when it comes to knowing about governing points, we are all at sea. Truth is a moving target.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Lines find a home

I'm very pleased that Staxtes magazine has published Winter Thoughts as part of its English Wednesdays series online, with a marvellous picture by Stratos.

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