Not as easy as it seems …

Just 5 Minutes

So I’m driving home last night when …

Quote of the day…

“Many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices.”

– William James

Hellenic Interlude

The Temporary Autonomous Zone

This is pretty kewl and interesting reading … hard to always get one’s head around it at times but intellectual fun to be had in the process.  Depending on one’s definition of fun that is.

It begins thusly:


CHAOS NEVER DIED. Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert & spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like the shadows before Babylon), the original undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene as the black pennants of Assassins, random & perpetually intoxicated.

Chaos comes before all principles of order & entropy, it’s neither a god nor a maggot, its idiotic desires encompass & define every possible choreography, all meaningless aethers & phlogistons: its masks are crystallizations of its own facelessness, like clouds.

Everything in nature is perfectly real including consciousness, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about. Not only have the chains of the Law been broken, they never existed; demons never guarded the stars, the Empire never got started, Eros never grew a beard.

No, listen, what happened was this: they lied to you, sold you ideas of good & evil, gave you distrust of your body & shame for your prophethood of chaos, invented words of disgust for your molecular love, mesmerized you with inattention, bored you with civilization & all its usurious emotions.

There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; already you’re the monarch of your own skin–your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs: a politics of dream, urgent as the blueness of sky.

To shed all the illusory rights & hesitations of history demands the economy of some legendary Stone Age–shamans not priests, bards not lords, hunters not police, gatherers of paleolithic laziness, gentle as blood, going naked for a sign or painted as birds, poised on the wave of explicit presence, the clockless nowever.

Agents of chaos cast burning glances at anything or anyone capable of bearing witness to their condition, their fever of lux et voluptas. I am awake only in what I love & desire to the point of terror–everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship & useless pain.

Avatars of chaos act as spies, saboteurs, criminals of amour fou, neither selfless nor selfish, accessible as children, mannered as barbarians, chafed with obsessions, unemployed, sensually deranged, wolfangels, mirrors for contemplation, eyes like flowers, pirates of all signs & meanings.

Here we are crawling the cracks between walls of church state school & factory, all the paranoid monoliths. Cut off from the tribe by feral nostalgia we tunnel after lost words, imaginary bombs.

The last possible deed is that which defines perception itself, an invisible golden cord that connects us: illegal dancing in the courthouse corridors. If I were to kiss you here they’d call it an act of terrorism–so let’s take our pistols to bed & wake up the city at midnight like drunken bandits celebrating with a fusillade, the message of the taste of chaos.

Full text here which I highly encourage you to explore:

About Hakim Bey

Life and work:

Bey’s early work is described in the translator’s biography of one of his earliest works:

After studying at Columbia University, he did extensive traveling in the Middle EastAfghanistanPakistanIndia and Nepal. He studied Tantra in West Bengal and visited manySufi shrines and masters. In 1971 he undertook research on the Ni’matullahi funded by the Marsden Foundation of New York.[1]

This research was the basis of Bey’s book Kings of Love. The biography continues:

During 1974 and 1975 he was consultant in London and Tehran for the World of Islam Festival. In 1974 he became director of English language publications at the Imperial Iranian Academy of Philosophy in Tehran under Seyyed Hossein Nasr, and he studied, worked with, and published books by Nasr, Toshihiko IzutsuHenry Corbin and others. He was editor of Sophia Perennis, the Journal of the IIAP.

Bey left Iran during the Islamic Revolution. In the 1980s, his ideas evolved from a kind of Guénonist neo-traditionalism to a synthesis of anarchism and Situationist ideas with heterodox Sufismand Neopaganism, describing his ideas as “anarchist ontology” or “immediatism”. In the past he has worked with the not-for-profit publishing project Autonomedia, in Brooklyn, New York.

In addition to his writings on anarchism and Temporary Autonomous Zones, Bey has written essays on such diverse topics as Tong traditions, the utopian Charles Fourier, the fascist Gabriele D’Annunzio, alleged connections between Sufism and ancient Celtic culture, sacred pederasty in the Sufi tradition[2], technology and Luddism, and Amanita muscaria use in ancient Ireland.

Bey’s poetic texts and poems have appeared in: P.A.N.Panthology One, Two, and Three; GanymedeExquisite Corpse; and the various Acolyte Reader paperbacks. Many of these poems, including the ‘Sandburg’ series, are collected in the as-yet unpublished DogStar volume. Currently his works can be found regularly in publications like Fifth Estate and the NYC-based First of the Month.

He has also published at least one novel, The Chronicles of Qamar: Crowstone.[3]

Bey, especially because of his TAZ work, has often been embraced by rave subculture, as ravers have identified the experience and occasions of raves as part of the tradition of “Temporary Autonomous Zones” that Bey outlines, particularly the “free party” or teknival scene. Bey has been supportive of the rave connection, while remarking in an interview, “The ravers were among my biggest readers… I wish they would rethink all this techno stuff — they didn’t get that part of my writing.”

I’ve been lost in these texts and concepts over the last few days, many of which were previously unknown to me.  Some elements are beautiful, some violently so, and others I do not connect with … still and as always, I enjoyed being exposed to ‘new’ considerations.


Quote of the day…

“I could not become anything; neither good nor bad; neither a scoundrel nor an honest man; neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything, that only a fool can become something.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

Note Worthy

Japanese Stimulus Package?



Sunbathed Interlude

Citation du jour…

“Que celui qui n’a pas traversé ne se moque pas de celui qui s’est noyé.”

– Proverbe Africain

“That the one who did not [swim] across not make fun of the one who drowned.”

– African Proverb

Quote of the day…

“To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun.”

– Albert Camus

History of TEMPEST

It was 1943, and an engineer with Bell Telephone was working on one of the U.S. government’s most sensitive and important pieces of wartime machinery, a Bell Telephone model 131-B2. It was a top secret encrypted teletype terminal used by the Army and Navy to transmit wartime communications that could defy German and Japanese cryptanalysis.

This teletype-encryption machine, known as the Sigaba m134c, was used alongside the Bell Telephone machine found to be leaking signals. The Bell 131-B2 used special one-time tapes to create unbreakable codes.

Then he noticed something odd.

Far across the lab, a freestanding oscilloscope had developed a habit of spiking every time the teletype encrypted a letter. Upon closer inspection, the spikes could actually be translated into the plain message the machine was processing. Though he likely didn’t know it at the time, the engineer had just discovered that all information processing machines send their secrets into the electromagnetic ether.

Call it a TEMPEST in a teletype.

This story of how the United States first learned about the fundamental security vulnerability called “compromising emanations” is revealed for the first time in a newly-declassified 1972 paper TEMPEST: A Signal Problem (.pdf), from the National Security Agency’s secret in-house journal Cryptologic Spectrum.

More at: Declassified NSA Document Reveals the Secret History of TEMPEST | Threat Level |

Across the darkened street, a windowless van is parked. Inside, an antenna is pointed out through a fiberglass panel. It’s aimed at an office window on the third floor. As the CEO works on a word processing document, outlining his strategy for a hostile take-over of a competitor, he never knows what appears on his monitor is being captured, displayed, and recorded in the van below.

Full history:  The Complete, Unofficial TEMPEST Information Page.

Declassified PDF:


Security Limits for Compromising Emanations:

William Shatner Stole my Bicycle

Quote of the day…

“Nothing is more humiliating than to see idiots succeed in enterprises we have failed in.”

– Gustave Flaubert


Just wanted to note the arrival of Bigfatfurrytexan to the wordpress blog community and to the ol’ blogroll.

Make sure to periodically check out what is bound to be a fascinating endeavor on his part.

My Mirror Redux


Time and having too much of it

“1 firefighter truck constantly drives in a perfect circle with its hose shooting water to the centre of the geometric figure, provoking the image of a fountain in reverse. This project was realized in collaboration with the Fire Department of Belo Horizonte, Brazil and the Biennial of Lyon: The 00s – The History of a Decade that has not yet been named, France.”

Astronomy is Exciting Stuff!

I don’t know why this made me giggle so … there’s something rather funny about astronomers trying to go all hollywood to hype up rocks in space.

Quote of the day…

“It’s the fault of course, of our philosophy of life; and our philosophy is the inevitable byproduct of a language that separates in idea what in actual fact is always inseparable. It separates and at the same time it evaluates. One of the abstractions is ‘good,’ and the other is ‘bad.’ Judge not that ye be judged. But the nature of language is such that we can’t help judging. What we need is another set of words. Words that can express the natural togetherness of things. Muco-spiritual, for example, or dermatocharity. Or why not mastonoetic? But translated, of course, out of the indecent obscurity of a learned language into something you could use in everyday speech or even in lyrical poetry. How hard it is, without those still non-existent words, to discuss even so simple and obvious a case as Ruth’s! The best one can do is to flounder about in metaphors.”

Aldous Huxley

— Genius and the Goddess , p. 53

via: srangewondrous

Blue Interlude

New Information


Quote of the day…

“With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

Heliotropic Interlude

Quote of the day…

“I confused things with their names: that is belief.”

– Jean-Paul Sartre

No reason

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Quote of the day…

“The men of old knew that life comes without warning, and as
suddenly goes. They denied none of their natural inclinations, and
repressed none of their bodily desires. They never felt the spur
of fame. They sauntered through life gathering its pleasures as
the impulse moved them. Since they cared nothing for fame after
death, they were beyond the law. For name and praise, sooner or
later, a long life or short one, they cared not at all.”

– Lao Tzu

Belated Interlude

Btw …

… my apologies for being a little light on content the last couple of days, but I have been on the road  and busy with stuff in general.

I shall remedy this transgression over the weekend along with responding to all the great comments.

In the meantime, I just ran into this interesting new blog with a fascinating premise:

“An algorithmic approach to poetry composition using classic rock lyrics and google translator”