Here's some stuff i did, at work, today:

MC Paul Barman - [Vulture Shark Sculpture Park]--- A not-quite comprehensive list.

What I Want For the World
In order from Least to Greatest

• Nanotechnology: I want people to understand that the "Grey Goo" syndrome is a product of a lack of respect and programming skill. If we program them with Asimovian hard-wiring, we eliminate the danger of "Grey goo" (as well as Free Will, unfortunately). (Coheed and Cambria - [Everything Evil]). Programming ideals of "Here's what I want/need and no more" (Hate having to say that), placing a topping level, or an Optimal Efficiency, which can be overridden by Host's sanction (programming knowledge necessary, here). Worth it?


• Bioreactors + Stem Cells: Growth and regeneration/repair. Harnessing the adaptive rate and mode of bodily decay can remove chaotic acceleration. The result is the elimination of cancerous growth. Setbacks include: loss of benefits of certain tumours; loss of ability to work through cancerous stages, personally, and the potential lessons, there; loss of personal contact with chaos/pain. Worth it?


• Cybernetics: More brute force merger of technological organics. Potential for bio-organics.



• Neurolinguistic Musical Appreciation: (Wümpscüt - [Krieg]).The understanding of ways in which music and sound affect the human mind/body complex; word patterns that create deeper resonances, within the mind. Bringing about a more intuitive sense of what magic is: Aural and visual stimulation.


• Psychological triggers


• Pattern Recognition: Factors on surface to be understood and manipulated, backward, into underling causes, thusly creating new surface expressions. Reverse-engineering for operant conditioning. (Cole Porter & Alanis Morissette - [Let's Do It (Let's Fall in Love)]).


• Optimally, all reconfiguration would be done by choice, if done at all. Weaponisation of techniques a central concern.



• Understanding: All factors, or as many as the individual can handle, contextualised, correlated, chosen between, and placed in general knowledge. Infinite factors mean infinite choices and patterns into and through which we can weave. I would prefer if people understood, truly, in order that they could make informed decisions, based upon knowledge, experience, Preference. Hard to understand preference, when you don't have a mode of comparison. That is, comparison based on individual Merits of each option. (Save Ferris - [The World Is New]).


• Context: As much of the infinite regress of factors/choices of the universe, as possible (infinitely), from your perspective, and that of others (seen from yours), Creates a criss-crossing matrix of interconnections, weaving the whole tapestry of experience. (Weezer - [My Name is Jonas]).


• Context includes Socio., Psych., Bio., Anthro., History, Religion, &c.


• Losses equal to bigotry and exclusivistic philosophies. Validity, there. Understanding is almost necessarily contradictory to Ignorance.


• Potentially beneficial doublethink, to compensate. (Death In Vegas - [Dirt]). Which, of course, could lead to Detrimental Doublethink.

Potential for all of the above-stated processes and techniques to be used for people's "detriment." Many factors to consider, where, of course, one person's detriment is another person's benefit.

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And that's the outline i started, today

Tool - [Forty Six & 2]--- Spell check complete.

Feel Free.

{12.59am:Social Distortion - [Ring of Fire]--- Damn Right.}

Firstly, {Fucked Up} random spam. Second: a dream

( Fucked Up Possibly Spam. )

I just got that in the mail, this morning. Anyone recognise it? Maybe i'm just being paranoid, but the last three paragraphs have me twitchy. It was grouped with {three other pieces of spam, in my inbox} but still....

I'm wandering around, and I'm with John Constantine, working on things, and talking to people. Everything feels like a "HellBlazer" story. Hazy thoughts and recollections of places i've never been. London, L.A. There are parts of DC's federal district, here. Fog. I wake up

Didn't want to wake up, at 9.30, but i really had to pee. I had a lot of water, yesterday, so i did that. Anyway, after i read e-mails, and thought about things, i went back to sleep.

Ex-Girlfriends hitting on me, wanting more than simple friendship, and ex status. Holding me tightly, and grinding against me, I'm confused, here, and, as such, trying not to do Anything. I wake up, again

Half-conscious, my mom called. Wanted to know what time i was supposed to work today. Told her i wasn't, this weekend, at all. She said "Oh," and told me to go back to sleep. So i did.

I'm in a house, and this house is connected to what is at the same time The Mall, in Washington, DC, and Woodruff Park, in Downtown Atlanta. In the house, kyrael has a room, and that's how i know it's Annette's house. But it's shapped like my great-aunt Virginia's house. Elizabeth is staying there, and so is some house guest of hers. They're fucking, and other people are pretending not to notice.

Something, here, about the Disney channel, and some Goofy Family movie, about a giant death car, which transforms into a smaller car.

John is there, again, and we have to go across the street, to visit myself, so i can give myself the cards and flowers i bought me, after i was in a horrible accident that resulted in my being traumatised. The card has important things on it, and i need to give it to myself to read, so i can know it. I also need to get to work, on time, but i'm running like my work schedule is my school schedule. I try to leave at 11, so i'll get there early, but i get stuck in the hospital stairwells. I can't find myself, only old people who are in the later stages of Alzheimers, who want to talk to me, want me to rescue them. I know i'm supposed to be on the 3rd floor, and i'm in rooms 311-314, but when i go there, they're on the Second floor, of the House mixed with the hospital, and I'm not in them.

In the stairwell a flash of understanding, but i don't want to believe it.

I stop on the stairs, and talk to John, about how i feel trapped, and confused, and getting to work is REALLY important, now. He looks at me, and his eyes are red, and he smiles, saying, "Maybe that's because you Are." I admit to myself that John's trapped me here, mind-trapped me, looped me into my own head, to keep me here, forever. He tells me we have to fight, and I ask him Why. He says "Because I Loved her. I know I only ever saw the one picture of her, but I Loved her, mate. And you hurt her." We go upstairs to the caffeteria, and there is a girl there, whom i recognise instantly. She has short black hair and sea-green eyes. She almost has freckles, and when she smiles, her whole face lights up. This is a woman to whom i once dedicated my life to creating, but whom i found better than, more fulfilling than, elsewhere. She sees us, on a date, as is the nature of this loop. She's on a date with a loser, and then, before, I would walk in, and her face would shine with her smile. Now it's John at whom she beams, and that hurts. Because i'd forgotten about her, but John hadn't. We shoo off the loser, and sit down, with her, and the restaurant is like the Echo Lounge, a bit, if the Echo had tables and booths. We sit and a friend of hers shows up, asking about us. She says "This is John, and this is Wolven. I used to dream about Damien, all the time, but now I dream about John." And she smiles at him, and i know how i fucked up. I start to try to explain to her, about how she's dreaming, now, understanding that she was never mine to create. John cuts in, and tells her she's trapped in a dream state. Locked in a loop, and that she needs something to get out. She's confused, and looks at me, in a scared manner. John and I help her to live.

I'm sitting in the bar, still at the same table. John and I talk about the best way to con the locals. And we decide that it's by promising them free shoes. Well, damn near free, because at two dollars, i'm practically Giving them away! I stand up, and start doing the Snake Oil bit, and people are gathering. I see her ghost in the crowd, whispering to me about how many people i've got, now. I talk faster. Telling them all that for just two dollars, i can get them new, shiny shoes. I'm honest. I tell them that they shoes may not be the best, but they're better than what they have now: Nothing. I realise i'm in the caffeteria, in Hell, and I'm tormenting and shilling the damned. Marriane's gone, and may never come back. Her hair was brown, and in a pony tail, in the story. I take the people's money, still thinking about how i need to get back to work, but feeling like I AM at work, now, knowing where i am. Christopher Walken is watching me take the people, and so is John. They're both being silent, but Walken is more amused and Studying me. The people walk off, when i have their money, and i start to feel bad. I try to give it back to them. Walken tells me i can't do that. I can't just Give it to them. I have to con them into taking it back. So i do. I shuck and jive, and con them into taking their money back, and they love me for it. They thank me for it. I end up with ten dollars that no one will claim, and I know it came from a man in the audience. I stand up to ask the men to come back, and they misunderstand. They think i want them all back, and they come running, happily. I clarify, and most sit back down. None of them has lost a Ten, and i look down, and see Walken fading out. The ten is mine. I wake up

I read the new "HellBlazer" book, last night, before bed. "All His Engines."

The rest of that... Was heavily symbolic.

Felt a lot like what I want, on a rainny, cool summer afternoon.

I'm out.

Electronic Footsteps

Gary Numan - [Are 'Friends' Electric? (Long Version)]--- I've done some Joining, today. Specifically, i've joined Mperia.com. Go there, read the FAQ, get your asses paid. Or paying, as the case may be. There are some damned fine musics, there, and you can preview them, prior to deciding to spend your hard-earned disposable income.

Ben Folds Five - [Song for the Dumped]--- It requires paypal, or some form of credit transaction, but, unlike me, i'm sure most of you are already out of the stoned age, and well on you way in the world of e-commerce. Me? I'm a paranoid fuck, suspicious of everyone's motives. So it tends to take some prodding, to get me to do things, that show me to the world, in anything other than my own designing. Took a damned lot of prodding to get me on LJ. Look at me now.

I'm like the crotchety old man, on the porch, with a shotgun, shooting at the feet of any neighbour children who set foot on my lawn. But i also give out the best candy, at Hallowe'en. (Venetian Snares - [Number Seven]). And the best drinks, the rest of the year. *nods* What does this teach you?

Use the sidewalk.

And remember What I Want for the World.

Off to try to e-mail some DARPA scientists. Later.

As for the Mperia debacle, I blame wyldkyss, and superflow.

Today...

Massive Attack - [Teardrop]--- Right now, the wind is howling like the bastard son of Ban-Sidhe, and Grandfather Wolf. MY mind tours the deeper pitts, with you, tonight, and i'm reminded that they come to life, the things we think. The fog i dreamed has been hanging around, all day. Pomegranites, for dinner, juice to keep you strong, and, this time, eat all of the seeds?

I want you here, all year long.

Showers and sandwiches, food to chase the sick away, and jumpstart the immunities. Water and echinacea, flushing it all down and out.

Every few seconds there's the sound of what i hope is leaves, against my window. (Cole Porter & Ella Fitzgerald - [You Do Something to Me]). I say i hope, because it sounds like nails, like the tick-tick-scritch of something trying to get my attention.

And maybe i'll just look out the window.

Despite the sick, i think i like today.

Thanks to mech_angel

Sealab 2021 - [Aguas]--- In the words of Warren Ellis "Don't Look."

Muse - [Thoughts of a Dying Atheist]--- This one's ok, though.

Enjoy.

Holy shit that was AWESOME!

Transformer across the street from my house blew up. Yes. Across the street.

Bob started to wonder, aloud, why we still have power. I shut him up.

In the words of Barry, "Shhhh! Don't make you no nevamin'."

KA-BLAM! Went the transformer. "HOLY SHIT!" Went the household.

*Giggle* Went Damien.

A series, perhaps?

OhGr - [iOvNoW]--- Memories: Poems.

That is the start. Next week, maybe, we'll do something different.