The Raw & the Cooked

I like eating red meat. Bloody, red meat. I mainly like NY strip, skirt steak, and filet mignon. I don’t care if they come from a cow. They are delicious. And for the record, I will not eat “meat” from a fast food restaurant. You know Jack-in-the-box killed someone with a hamburger. It amazes me that they are still around.

I also like eating pork. Bacon is a reason to live. It is crispy, salty, and goes with almost any meal. Yum. Yes, pigs are cute, but bacon is delicious.

I could never kill a pig and eat it, but I could kill a cow and eat it if I had to. And no, I don’t enjoy killing anything, but you can be damned sure that if I had to kill something, it would be to further my survival. That means I would be protecting myself or eating it, or both.

Also, if you eat chicken, you are eating something that was once alive. Same thing with fish. Do you honestly believe that just because fish are very different from us and other mammals that they do not feel pain? Sorry, but it’s true. So you half-ass vegans who don’t eat the cow, but eat the chicken or the fish – Go all the way and stop pussy-footing around.

It does bother me a little to kill something to eat it, but I’d do it anyway. Tigers kill to eat. Lions, sharks, cheetahs, and other animals that are a part of nature also kill things and eat them. This is how nature works. The circle of life. And by the way I’ve had fried shark and it is delicious.

You see, I love nature. I am a part of nature. And I love to eat. And being a part of nature, something will most likely have to die for me to survive. I love the circle of life. Although I don’t want anything to eat me. That’s why I’m going to get cremated. That’s my way of giving the circle of life the finger.

As a matter of fact, I have a list of animals I want to eat.

I hope they all don’t taste like chicken.

Freedom

I am lost. But come to think of it, this place I am in and what I am writing about may as well be about the television show (and how I hate TV, except for LOST).

I am in a place that I have no bearing and I am afraid to start in one direction or the other because of one simple thing: Truth.

Everywhere I turn are control structures, lines of thought and dogma that cloud the issue and alter reality. These ideas and religions offer you truth, but deliver slavery.

Run from anything or anyone that tells you, ” You must…”

Some magickal writings tell us to create our own framework, while others preach no dogma, which is dogma in itself.

Maybe I’m not after truth, but freedom. Freedom from other ideas and books and religions and television and media and fashion and…the World. Death comes to mind, but this defeats the purpose of the exercise.

Silence is another word. Complete and total silence. Being cut off from anything that can render its message to me in any way, shape or form. Tabula rasa is not good enough. I’m talking womb. I’m talking rebirth. I want to wipe my hard drive and build my own operating system from the ground up.

Everything thought and action will be me and I will set myself free.

Time Divided By…Infinity

I’ve got a thing for fractals, which are, “…generally “a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be subdivided into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole…”

When I was in high school and college, I would sit in my room late at night and ponder the nature of the universe. What was here before everything? How can you get something from nothing? Can you keep dividing something into a smaller part, like time?

I think time, and maybe everything else, is a fractal, which come to think of it jibes with holograms. Maybe every single thing is a fractal hologram, or pieces of a hologram and we are all part of the One fractal hologram’s subdivisions…

And suddenly Phillip K. Dick’s VALIS is making more sense to me.

Basic Material Needs and Violence

Why does mass violence and war erupt in 3rd world countries?

We don’t resort to violence in the west because we have much more to lose than just our lives. We are attached to so much; our families, our homes, our cars, our shopping sprees, our nice restaurants, our way of life.

When your way of life consists of constant discomfort, perpetual hunger, threats of life-ending disease, and rape and threats of death, you are willing to lose a lot more in order to gain another day of life and security and fleeting comfort or respite from hunger.

And in a strange kind of way and through some twisted logic, I feel these people may be more alive than most of us will ever be.

Sci-Fi is Going to Eat Your Literary Lunch

Someone finally comes out and says it for the world to hear: Sci-Fi is important.

Dune, The Left Hand of Darkness, Perdido Street Station, Pattern Recognition, The Fountains of Paradise, etc. All important works of literature that ask tough questions about society, culture, government, economics, psychology and sex.

Now go out and get yourself some Sci-Fi!

2001: A Space Odyssey

I love 2001: A Space Odyssey because it is a mystery and a moving painting. It is cinema and sci fi as art.

The first time I saw the movie I watched it when I was nine years old. I don’t know why, but I was enthralled form the first shot and loved watching a movie with no words for such a long periods of time.

I think I am a weirdo.

If you’ve ever wondered just what the hell Kubrick was trying to say in 2001, check out this site that attempts to explain the movie’s message.

And if you like 2001: A Space Odyssey, then you should check out Darren Aronofsky’s The Fountain.

Parasite Changes Host Into Desirable Food to Further Its Own Survival

Presumably, the dramatic change in appearance and behavior tricks birds into eating infected ants – parasites and all – so that the bird can spread the parasite in its feces. The fruit-eating birds’ droppings, which are mostly seeds and insect parts, are gathered by other ants who then feed and unwittingly infect their young.

I was wondering; what if we were a parasitic organism placed on this planet to transform it into something else?

What if our destruction/transformation of our environment was engineered by some other unknown system/entity to make us ore the earth something else that was desired by said unknown system/entity ?