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  • Why Is So Much Art Rubbish?
    Saturday, 7/10/2017


    (Some reworked ideas previously posted here – for another website…)
    When people create false needs in society in order to sell products, the audience is presented with an augmented model of success to aim for, themselves, which distorts their natural aspirations on mass. They quickly feel they have to emulate these behaviours to be well regarded against this new yardstick of adequacy… But as they join forces with those creating the original products, they do so out of social pressure rather than actual ability, so that their inferior skills lead to the degradation and ultimate destruction of the entire enterprise over time. [The Portal Effect].
    Genuine creativity is a natural part of our behaviour and a defining mode of communication that is incredibly important to preserve. Modern art however, that focuses on commercial success – doesn’t function in this way because it seeks to take [profit] rather than to

  • The Trend…
    Saturday, 16/09/2017


    I heard a very good explanation of where meaning can be found – from internet meme and Kermit-voiced, Dr. Jordan Peterson, the other day. He said that humans have a number of dimensions to their existence and many of them extend beyond their immediate lives; their future selves, the community around them, their descendents – and so on… He suggested that if one patterned one’s activity so that it matched the pattern of these extra-personal components of life… it would register in the body as meaning… I really can’t think of a better way to put it than that.
    My contention with technology is that it creates a kind of armour around the human body, that obscures the greater pattern beyond, disabling any possibility of true resonance with the natural environment for which we’re largely adapted. The vitriol I see directed at millenials when they tussle for power with false grievances, is

  • System
    Saturday, 9/09/2017


    The following is a system for working out if someone loves you, without having to take the risk of telling them you love them first. It also somewhat insulates them from exposure. Somewhat.
    Send them an anonymous letter to the effect of “Look, I love you – but I value our friendship, so to avoid fucking it up, please work with me here and anonymously send a sheet of paper with [whatever] on it, to the address of the person that YOU love. Thank you for your cooperation – and thanks in advance for understanding that I can never admit that it was me who sent this message.”
    They then send their love [whatever] on a sheet of paper – safe in the knowledge that this crush, if it’s not you, will just think the random message is… some kind of weird marketing… BUT IF IT IS YOU, you’ll have

  • Snake Ladder
    Wednesday, 30/08/2017


    So here’s The Snake Ladder – the finished idea from yesterday – this is about as far as I can take it myself – my engineer friend tells me it’s an interesting concept that he hasn’t seen done before. He’s going to mock one up out of two rope/ chainmail ladders joined together – that’s all you have to do – plus two levers for the “retrieval rope.” We’ll post it around on public forums in case it’s of any use…* And if they were properly manufactured – which I hope they already have been or one day will be – I don’t see why one wouldn’t be able to get down a building with them, in an emergency. Dependent of course of the presence of jutting things to hook onto…
    (Obviously out of my depth here, as with everything – but in case it hasn’t been done – here

  • Needs work…
    Tuesday, 29/08/2017


    You may have noticed I have a policy of decanting whatever’s in my head into… this – to satisfy the subconscious that it’s done, and the subconscious can drop it now. Pretty much the same as therapy…
    So – I keep getting council letters about fire safety in my block of flats, and I had this dream about abseiling down the wall, with a bunch of my mic cables twisted together and a series of highwayman’s knots – that you affix (at the mid point) to a balcony fitting at one level, descend to the next down the taught length, untie from that level by yanking the other of the two pieces hanging down – and afix the fallen length anew to the level you’re at, repeating ’til you get to the ground. (*That’s not quite how I dreamt it – I dreamt something or other, and worked out the details once awake). But in reality,

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