Chromatics - Night Drive

Lykke Li - Hold On We're Going Home (Live)

Cybernetic Revelation

Is the Terminator really a cybernetic organism if its internal structures and consciousness are totally non-organic? Or is it simply a robot wearing 'living tissue'? If so, can we even say that such tissue is alive? Does the Terminator's skin grow and decay? We know that it will slowly 'heal' so we can assume that it grows, but does that mean it could ever become cancerous? Will the organism ever malfunction in the way that organisms tend to do over time? Does it need to be fed in order to perpetuate the process? If so, what does it eat? How?

If I wear the living skin of a fox does that make me part fox? Or would the fox have to somehow get inside me first before I could reasonably claim that a transformation had occurred?

Somewhere out there in the wilds of human ingenuity there is an argument that, by the end of Terminator 2, the flesh had entered into the machine, offering the machine a glimpse of true cybernetic existence. "I know now why you cry. But it's something I can never do." The Terminator reaches the precipice of life, understands that it can go no further, and chooses death so that all flesh may survive beyond its revelation.

Braids - Victoria

Visualizing Fissile Material

Source

Real Horror

"When I was five, I found these beautiful little kittens in the cellar of our farmhouse and I took them outside to play with. When my dad saw what I had in my hands he took them, casually hung them up on the clothes line, and began to torment them. I remembered his enjoyment as I screamed and pleaded with him to take them down. Later on I found their little bodies in the back garden.

Another time, he found me and my brother petting a beautiful black cat. My father is 6ft 6in (198cm) and a big, burly man. He hovered over us, and said, in a playful sort of way, "What have you got there?" He grabbed the cat, but to my relief he started to pet it. Then he began to pin the cat down with one hand and twist the animal's head with the other. The animal was frantically scratching his arms, and we were screaming, but my father had that same strange look on his face - of enjoyment." (source)

Just in case I ever forget what real horror and real cruelty looks like. It ain't a man playing funny faces with human skin in front of another man in a bondage suit....

Thisss Time.... Uh Oh.

Grip Redux

"The problem of ideology, therefore, concerns the ways in which ideas of different kinds grip the minds of masses, and thereby become a ‘material force’."  (Source)

In this sentence, taken totally out of context, ideology is about grip. It's about grabbing minds and holding them. It is about the grip of ideas. From now on I'm going to try to replace the word ideology with 'grip of ideas' and see if it makes the world more intelligible. I want to see how and when it grips. And what the nature of this grip is. One can look at ideas themselves and pull them apart and think about what it is within an idea that enables it to grip the mind. To grip minds. But what is the mechanism at work in itself ? What is the grip?

And how does that grip transform minds into an active material substance? Is this where the rubber hits the road for historians of ideas? Should we all become historians of the grip and the mass? 

With answers to these questions we could possibly address the more pressing issue. How do we loosen the grip and dissolve the mass? How do we think without ideology?

Ghost Rider

Maybe its the booze talking, but this is objectively terrifying. 

A Silver Mt. Zion - Take These Hands And Throw Them In The River

Born In Zion

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Works Great

By A. Wolf on August 23, 2014

Format: Paperback

I've been able to kill five pregnant wives in a row with this home birth thing. 

This book tells you exactly how to do it, too. A+.

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Taylor Swift - We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Repetition can turn even the most generic, country-twang, clap-your-hands track into something worth paying attention to. Pop music is most often a vehicle for the expression of bitter-sweet emotions through the exclamation of power words. "We are never ever ever ever getting back together." Ms. Swift, that is to say, Ms. Swift, Max Martin (author of hits for Backstreet Boys and Brittney Spears), and Shellback (writer for Pink and Usher) hit on something brilliant here. Not only are they able to service the audience's desire for a fantasy of empowerment through or against the tyranny of love, they've also managed to place the equivalent of "do-wap" or "oh-oh" into the lyrics themselves. The song never has to rest. It is relentless "do-wap" and "oh-oh" for the lovelorn masses.

Beach House - Astronaut (Live)

Dream Police - Hypnotized

The Glorious Return of Lenin

Source: Zero Comprehension

Sigourney Sundays