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Posted 30 December 2001, 2.21 am by Acheron

//Pre//

Charybdis. A puking mess of emotions, swirling about. The greatest poem-essay-novel-epic-symphony ever set down on conceptualized paper, dancing about. The human experience. If we were telepathic, or at least honest, we would merely examine each others' emotions. Bottled joy. Suicidal depression and angst for the youth and youthful at heart. Content in a can for the masses. Love for the lonely. Instead we vicariously experience these emotions through indirect means. A subject! my kingdom for a subject! Open my ribcage like a tabernacle and pour emotion like honeyed molasses syrup onto a dry dusty canvas. Frantically search the mundane world surrounding me for some fragile link between sense and nonsense. 4 walls, floor, ceiling, chair, everything anything something nothing. Somehow a story comes into mind, moulded imperfectly from my perfect emotions like Plato's Play-doh. At last, the searching is over: viens, mediocrity.

//In the act//

The hardest word to write is the first. I have a subject, still more ethereal, closer to perfection, than my finished product can hope to be. The perfect essay does not exist - on whatever level that statement is looked at. With practice, writing the story itself is not so agonizing. Just ignore that little voice up top - logic, reason, intelligence, thought, consciousness whatever it's called - and let the haphazard rhythm of the keys carry me. No. Yes. No. Yes. Yes. Backspace. Clickety clack. The environment fades away as the keys become everything. I am exist when and where my fingers touch the keys. I am AWEFJIOL. ASDTJK;[SHIFT]. [TAB]WEY[SPACE]HIO[?]. I exist like sparks in the darkness; salmon reflecting moonlight on a tranquil lake as they take flight in the night. Like a locomotive pulling into the station, I slowly fade back into reality. Done.

//Post//

Embarrassment. The emotional context is gone - just a soul, in dire need of a fig leaf or two. Shame, shame, shame. Tut. Tsk. Chit. Edit. Correct. Edit again. Ba-dee-ba-dee-ba that's all folks. See some more mistakes. Edit again. Finished? Never - corporeal existence is quite a burden for us perfectionists.

The Internet: A crock of shit.

Posted 28 December 2001, 11.18 pm by Alexander

Vill, you're wrong. The internet is the biggest fucking disappointment of the 20th Century. It has utterly utterly failed. The fact that you can chat to people across the world using it is an insult to it's original promise. Where's the money it was supposed to generate? Why can't companies survive in a virtual marketplace? Why is it used to peddle porn and advertise things nobody is buying?

We're like kids playing in the shell of a NASA rocket that failed to take off. There are no innovations, nothing new. Things just got faster, more anonymous, with less personal responsibility. That's been happening gradually since the dawn of time.

It's a medium like any other. Except other modern media has fulfilled it's expectations, mainly because there weren't many to begin with. Take TV, great entertainment for all the family. It's a roaring success because it brainwashes the masses and is a very successful advertising tool - uhuh, you can't watch the other half of that film until you sit through this message from our sponsors... So TV is doing better than anyone would hope, and did from the outset - it informed, entertained and sold people shit they didn't want.

The internet sells nobody anything. It provides nobody with a significant amount of work (anyone can design a website). It's use as an information source is only as good as the data input, and there is no safeguard guaranteeing validity of information. "I read it on the internet" is as scoffed at as "a bloke down the pub told me". It has no credibility.

The internet is a fairly good timewaster. It can help college kids scam second hand data for schoolwork. It provides stupid negative fucking losers like me another outlet to inflict pointless 'art' on the general public. The more you think about it, the more you just want to disconnect and play video games on your pc, a much more wholesome and focussed entertainment activity.

Damned Technology

Posted 28 December 2001, 4.31 pm by Villager

Did it ever occur to you how self-contained your life is, or could be?

For those of us without responsibilities such as dependents (children, disabled) or important, outdoor jobs, we could shrink into hermitry and live our lives in front of the screen you are currently staring at. Most major supermarkets do home deliveries, and you can always get a pizza or take-away delivered. The bathroom caters for all our hygeine needs, and our beds for our slumber.

I could easily not leave the house for a month and not be terribly bored by the end of it. The internet is a whole new world at your fingertips, entertainment and interaction on a scale, range and resolution unprecedented. And by jove is it addictive.

Save the need most of us have to earn money, there is next to nothing we any longer need from the real world. Even without cutting off all of your worldy ties, think of what you already do in front of the TV. You can listen to music, watch films, play games, talk to your Taiwanese girlfriend in Australia, eat, smoke and drink your way through vast amounts of time, with little other than the need to pass liquids/solids requiring you to leave your chair. You can even fall in love.

A world through a screen. Far from being a tool of indoctrination such as television, it is a plethora of information and entertainment in which we carve out whole new lives, new identities, new friends and new opinions. We are the virtual generation, and it's all happening right here.

Stella Artois: Reassuringly expensive.

Posted 28 December 2001, 12.34 am by Villager

A few weeks back I had resolved to abstain from alcohol consumption from that point on. Why? Because :-

* Alcohol is expensive, and I'm poor
* I prefer to remain in control of my senses
* I can honestly have more fun sober
* Alcohol is bad for me (and I'm a fairly health-conscious person)
* Alcohol is expensive (worth noting twice)

Tonight, however, I succumber to my most familiar poison; Stella Artois. Don't get me wrong, I didn't spend my hard earned £, it was bought by my boss at work (I work in a restaurant). I had finished a long hard shift, and he offered me a beer. I declined, saying I had given up beer. He asked again, saying it was 'on him' (I'm not legally old enough to buy beer anyway) and I gave in. Not because any of the aforementioned reasons had expired or changed, but because I was damned thirsty and fancied a beer.

I drank the first pint, chuckling to myself at how my resolve had been so easily broken, and then the second, third and fourth pints, abandoning any concern for my little slip in sobriety. No question, I had a good time playing pool and the rest of it, as I usually do. But I have been left to seriously question my will and strength of resolve. Do I give into the enticing evil, or sacrifice a little fun in the name of health, wealth and level mind?

Death bed

Posted 27 December 2001, 11.28 pm by Villager

My grandmother is 76, and dying. Having smoked (cigarettes) heavily from the age of fifteen up until two years ago, she is lucky to be alive. She has lung cancer, diabetes, bronchitis and a couple of things I don't remember the names of. Yet she remains of relatively sound mind. Two years ago the doctors gave her six months to live, and every month they tell us the same thing: that she shouldn't be alive considering her medical state. For this defiance of life I could not be more thankful, but it comes at a price.

My grandmother takes over 30 pills a day, along with oxygen. She is in considerable pain every time her lungs are called upon to do extra work, such as going to the bathroom, or to and from bed. Eating results in abdominal cramps. What's worse is that at this point there are no pills that she can be given to help the pain that wouldn't kill her. So, she suffers, systematically crying and desperately struggling for breath, and we can do nothing but hold her hand and try to comfort her. It's soul destroying to watch her suffer this way, day after day.

I wish she would die. I am ashamed for thinking this, I truly am, but seeing the magnitude of her suffering, against the miniscule joys she can still take from life, I feel no emotional remorse for wishing that it would end; for her benefit and ours. I love her as much as anyone; she is a funny, charismatic grandmother and has always been there for me, for all of us. But despite her remaining happiness, despite her sanity, every time I watch her weep in silent agony I wish that her next breath would be her last.

I hate myself for not being able to care enough to remain positive for her sake until the day she does die; I just hope she knows I love her.

Reprinted With Permission

Posted 26 December 2001, 7.48 pm by Berly

I've got some great friends. They send me email I love to read. I wanted to share part of one, it's far too illustrative to let it go:

I'm taking orders from the blond attack-hamster-come senior partner, Rolf. In his mind the years since the war have transformed him into an American, indistinguishable from any other native born son, yet he still can't pronounce the letters W, S or that Th combination found in English. This is funny. Not because of his accent, but because it illustrates the first generation immigrant's ironic struggle to become "American." Comedy ensues when he shares his $300.00 per hour opinion of a recent deposition:

"Zee dumb fuck shtook 'is hand in za band zaw und zen screams but nobody understands vat za bastard is zaying. You could hardly understand him in zee depo vith tat accent!"

You may not smile when he says this. You don't want to. He is not aware of the irony. Many Germans in my firm seem to lack this insight, and I'm not sure why. But don't be mistaken, Rolf loves a good joke as much as the next guy. Jews are particularly funny people. He acknowledges their humor. It is a separate thing in his mind. Separate from other types of humor, say British or American humor. Almost everyone his age was in the Hitler Youth. It was expected, kind of like the Boy Scouts here - only with Panzerfausts.

Fear

Posted 25 December 2001, 7.09 pm by Villager

Fear is a funny old thing. Some people fear their shadows, some fear spiders and all things crawly. Some have either become utterly desensitised by trauma and events or simply been worn down by life that they no longer care. I don't fear my shadow, I don't fear spiders or anything crawly, but I'm positive that I've not misplaced nor outlived the feeling to fear. I have two fears.

The first, is death. Not in that I'm paranoid about the fact that one day I shall certainly be no more; I am entirely comfortable with that. My fear of death is that it will come before what I see as my 'time', before I've experienced the things I presently look forward to with such promise. Before I've had a decent crack at life and at least achieved some semblance of contentment. I want to see the world, to have kids; to play with their kids and give them Worther's Originals, to ultimately succeed or fail at my chosen profession; to carve out my own existence in this world, to sail upon my very own wave, rather than the one I have stumbled on, and now lie afloat.

That may sound a trite stereotypical, the whole future plans-that-nobody-ever-gets-around to-doing, but the way I see this journey going, I am essentially stuck in this slow educational, dependent, servile state. Which is why I damn well hope I live to see the fruits.

The second fear is to lose the degree of influence over my life that I crave. In many respects, I have that now, with only my chosen occupation and societal pressures really dictating my passage of life. But that shall change, and my great fear, greater than that of premature death, is that I shall be contained within my scope and denied the freedom I need as a person.

Again, it's a common, often stereotypical fear/concept, that one should desire personal freedom and influence over ones' destiny. But it's an entirely rational and human one. I could indeed take things into my own hands, as it were, and abandon the restrictions of college and work and the family. But such a thing would remove too much of what I have come to depend on in life. So, I am stuck with my journey.

Other than those two things, I fear no physical or mental aspect of life which others claim. For that I am grateful, as I revel in the full health and free mind that I am lucky enough to have. But, my question to you, is: are my fears rational? Should I live life as if each day were my last, and abandon the societal bullshit we all know and hate, live life to its fullest, or continue, as we do, calmly but sadly beating our way through life with the hope that our skills and fortune give promise just around that corner?

First Church of Modernity

Posted 24 December 2001, 11.50 am by Acheron

During the holiday season, many people re-evaluate their spiritual standpoint. This year especially, with its fear and economic retardation, everyday people are taking a look at what spirituality means to them. However, the present labels are not quite fitting enough. Sure, we suburbanites may well label ourselves pseudochristians or agnostics, but those are shootoffs - they imply an intellectual, moral, and spiritual choice. Ours is a different path, a mobile walkway of sorts. I hereby propose a new spiritual designation: modernity.

As a modernist, there are a few important tenets to remember:

- Religion is offensive. Never mention it. If you must mention your chosen spirituality, only say one word: modernist.

- You have no leader; you have premises whose sole purpose is worship; you have no formal rules save these guidelines; modernity has no past, no present, and no future.

- Your religion is intuitive. If you are ever in doubt as to what your current spiritual beliefs are, simply activate your television or look at the pictures in a magazine.

Modernity will succeed where Christianity has failed. It will always be trendy and it never stops with a wall. Christianity often fades, for its constituents, beyond the church property. Modernity is practiced every second of every day. Remember: you are always being watched.

The cornerstones of a pious Catholic life are the sacraments, namely: baptism, first communion, confirmation, enrollment, marriage/holy orders, etc. Are these truly the foundations of the life of even the most devout of Catholics? no. You see, even those who think themselves Christian are deceived as to their true life's path. The real sacraments are of course:

:: First Christmas presents.
:: Your parents splitting up.
:: Finding out Santa isn't real.
:: First drink and first toke.
:: Losing your virginity.
:: Moving away from your parents' home.
:: First credit card.
:: First divorce.
:: Notarizing your last will and testament.

Not everybody experiences all of these sacraments, of course; after all, not everybody lives their life to the fullest.

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In 2018 I started painting again. This was one of a series of acrylic sketches I did to relearn techniques and revisit my skills from art college.


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Props to Green Mamba for bringing the weirdness

Hmph

80s candy bars were pretty good

only because i traded it for a candy bar in the 80's.

lol we all know you don't have a soul ghoti

my soul for some carbs...

But of course!

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