Neu Archetypes

The trickster, cosmic clown; the white healing, goddess woman; the bitchy, knows what she wants and orders it so Queen, are all tarotbly useful and all for conjuring up a role model, but methinks its time to outline some new archetypes.

Some Seriously Consistent Characters:

The chick from the Nasa Diaper Affair
The stalking, delusional devotee. This is the character to avoid riffing. Trying to make gratification as instant (and pit-stop-free efficient) as possible, this brand of short-sighted indulgence forgets the achievement potential in delaying compulsive, lusting desire. Yes, Tolle, I understand the Power of Now, but forgoing the pause, breath and reflection in order to rape the American Dream and get what you want, ASAP just eau de toilettes in the face of integrity, and dignity for that matter. Suspicious about the space association...

Bungles, the Snafu Social Activist, The psychedelic pickler to the pacing, rational scientist? The quick-draw that may have said too much too soon? eg.
The Tim Leary to the Myron Stolaroff?

The Howard Lotsof to the Deborah Mash?

The Mckenna (perhaps poorer example, less of an ostentatious poster-child of radical, indiscriminate drug use,and perhaps Dennis kept him in line) to the Sasha Shulgin (open minded giver of molecular knowledge to experimental beings that he is?)(although these two might be a better example of two who have met more in the middle)

These dudes want to see cultural evolution right now, without attempting really to stay within the system,or work within it's religious branch of science. They feel they're on to something, and the urgency of organizing and spreading the word of alternative realities is tempting to act on immediatly. Knowing discontentment, and feeling dissatisfied with their perceived present condition, intitially they will be powerfully charismatic with the force of their desire while remaining effectively receptive to new experimental modes of living, however after realizing their potential to manipulate those around them, an inflated sense/perception of singular identity (rather than expansive selfnessless) can cause dogmatic attitudes and behaviors and similarly religious convictions. They may not be casual in their dismissal of their past, or indifferently ignore the established lifestyles that they were used to, but rather, may vehemently oppose those modes of living, perhaps, uhm, throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Their quest for transcendence sometimes may lead them to an attitude that ostensibly says "I'm over this planet, I'm going to space and astrally projecting all over some alien/elf breasts."


And one of my personal favorites:
The benevolent, karmicly clean, Lucky Drifter.
He or she gets around, somehow, and isn't quirky on purpose. Playful and seemingly naive he/she just says the darndest things. He might be simple, but he also might just be the genius that actually does get it.
Winnie the Pooh
Forrest Gump
Steve Martin in the Jerk
Johnny Appleseed?
Bill Murray in What About Bob?
The Scarecrow
Michealangelo: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle
Data?

What other cosmic stereotypes can we lay on icons presumptuously?

Womann For Serious

LOCK DICKS NOT LIPS UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

"white people first world problems"

SLOW COMMENTARY ON DMT

When I used to sing in my car, the lyrics would go Delachitaa (= Can't hurt you now?) I Do this with all lyrics

Lieutenant Dan She Tasted Like Cigarettes

Other than the strange sight of plugging something you plug into your mouth into the computer (smoke breaks for inter-sentient friends) reminding me of matrix-like realities...I have to defend the E-cigarette's role in possibly saving the world. As long as people are smoking them (lets think coat-hangers people)... they cut cancer- no tar, etc., less aesthetic pollution- so much less garbage, no junkies falling asleep and burning the house up! and the environment is spared a bit by these reusable little guys ('but the energy that goes into the plastic' argument is null in that there is more plastic, etc. in a door of the tractor that works the tobacco field to get those cigarettes 1.0. than there are in two e-cigarettes you get in a kit.) And they smell lovely indoors like shisha; steamy vanilla vapors and the end of ashtrays and gum. I don't smoke but my friend can't remove them from her mouth, and says the constant stream of caffeine flavored nicotine has diminished her coffee and adderall addiction! Hells bells! What have we here private gump! Entheogens in packet-form to shove in the lit-up blue things please! No more finding lighters! No more old bowls! No more foul tastes!

What else can we stick on the end of a flash drive?

Some stuff for the ex-activist and old softie in everyone

"It appears that in the male psyche, women, earth and the unconscious form a sort of constellation, or triangle."
bobby bly

Triangle: a new nu age trend of 2009 or iconic symbol of our generation?

Yacht's e-pamphlet Why Triangles? points to reasons both ancient and occult, but writes it should not be confused with Delta, the symbol for change.

My neighbor today said to me, "Evolution, not Revolution- Revolution is just another circle."
Maybe people using the triangle to evoke the old (oh but the archaic revival!) is the mix-up. And although evolution may move more like the Red Queen runs in place, and progress be only an illusion, if the triangle did symbolize change (a la o ba ma ?) it would be more indicative of what our generation could/subconsciously does, stand for.
For sure, change is a vital element for 'all time', but it may be the one towards which the balance tips-or equalizes for, in this particular era. All is in flux always of course, but maybe for our culture, (the one that generally agrees what 'ordinarily perceived reality' 'is')the concept of Change, in a way much more drastic than it always is, or perceived to be is, will need to be emphasized (the way the Peace-Sign was for disarmament in the 1960s.)
Is a condensed era-a decade is a more condensed amount of time than a 20-year period of general cultural stagnation- of dramatic change ahead, to be catalyzed by media (or another technology) like the peace movement was by the Televised Vietnam War? (The degree of unprecedented shock emotion felt in the creative American culture- only to be generally dissipated throughout the following years- was one that "we can't move on, (to our higher selves? new culture?) if we allow mass violence (at least entering our awareness) to occur like that."
Zinn might say radios and newspapers did the trick for gaining anti-war sentiment in the American people in WWI and II, but was it proportional? and were those modes documenting the Dissent the way television (the RADICAL technology) did?

Were many of the influential parts of the 1970's and 80's creative culture living their era out under a disco-ball star's light-flinging moon? A circular shape, a harvest moon? An era of reaping and showcasing?

Has the (evolutionary) creative culture been staring a Square in the face daily for the past twenty years?

Has the triangle not been the Sign of the Times since the occult-obsessed era of the Hermetical Order of the Golden Dawn? Sure, they've been simmering in the new age scene for the last 30 years, but a Peak triangle era, such as now?

Does this sign point always toward the mysterious, leading the third eye, whatever, to the sacred, holy, the collective Overmind, the Higher Self, the Godhead, the Dream, point the way to heaven?
An Evolution (yes ok, not necessarily progressive, for certainly it will be followed by more circles and squares) seems to be upon us.

And instead of signing off'
Peace, (sign) or Keep on keepin' on

Would the salutation, for a little while at least, be more along the lines of
Alchemize,

Metamorphosize, or

Transmute Your Shit Buddy,
Could it be a universal message emphasized for the relative hyper quickness we're about to move in? Or the unstuck detatchedness we'll need to work towards in order to deal with perhaps faster inputting and heightened levels of consciousness/reality awareness; the intake and organization aspects of Intelligence-the general measure of success in a society or culture.

Will the era's new entheogen be one to help us Articulate,(the third point, the Communication aspect of Intelligence)?
Of course once realized, integration of a new lifestyle (culture) around the newly heightened quality of perceived reality (and its new communication mode/ (I don't say information because it seems less about what is communicated than the HOW we do it) would need to commence, so that stagnant, uncreative pill addiction doesn't follow.

In an analogy of the movement surrounding a triangle, I think of biking along the base of a mountain- taking the time to take in all of what might lie ahead, reaching the angle, then biking full throttle up towards the top where the sky is, and rolling down the other side (of a newly perceived reality Ride.)
And oh do things move fast on that side.
Iconic imagery can send shock waves, neo-movements, or ripples of influence for years eg. the Egyptian pyramid on the currency of that newly formed country. For that matter, the culture of that era dealt highly in myth, etc. as well. Is this symbol for all things higher (re: not eternal) for the dreamer archetype, always looking up,up, and away?
The triangle is composed of two opposites giving in and meeting in the middle over common ground. Will the change be like Genesis P.O. thinks, a pansexual panidentity shift in the population?
Is the frontier Space we explore at this time? Or should we flip the triangle upside down, to point inward again (can't forget the inverted triangle of the psychedelic peace sign!) A Female symbol for our era instead of a male one?
How will we go

1940s Thoughts on Exopheremones

"The mystery of drugs: How did savages all over the world, in every climate, discover in frozen tundras or remote jungles the one plant, often similar to countless others of the same species, which could, if only by a very elaborate process, give them the fantasies, intoxication, freedom from care? How unless by help from the plants themselves? Opium-smokers in the East became surrounded by cats, dogs, birds and even spiders, which are attracted to the smell. The craving for the drug proceeds from the brain-cells which revolt and overrule the will. The Siberian tribes who eat Agaric say, 'The Agaric orders me to do this or that'-the Hashish smokers feel this too. Horses and cattle which become 'indigo eaters' continue to gorge till they drop dead. Peyotl, one of the rarest and most obscure drugs, yet gave its name to the range of uninhabited mountains where it is found.
The Greeks and Romans looked on alcohol and opium as the lovely twin reconcilers to living and dying presented to man by Dionysus and Morpheus,- God-given because of their extraordinary sympathy to us, and because of the mystery of their discovery. If man is part of nature, he may be better understood by his parasites than he knows.
Since there are flowers whose fertilization is impossible except by means of insects, flowers which eat insects and therefore which understand them, since this low and unconscious order has these correspondences with the one above it, may there not be animals and birds who make use of man and study his habits, and if they, why not also insects and vegetables? What grape, to keep its place in the sun, taught our ancestors to make wine?
Everything is a dangerous drug except reality, which is unendurable. Happiness is in the imagination. What we perform is always inferior to what we imagine; yet day-dreaming brings guilt; there is no happiness except through freedom from Angst,and only creative work, communion with nature and helping others, are Angst-free."
'Palinurus'

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I See You Brother or In Defense of Reverse Avatar Relating-Ships

"In wise love each divines the high secret self of the other, and, in refusing to believe in mere daily self, creates a mirror where the lover or the beloved sees an image to copy in daily life."
YEATS

Future of Dream Speech, Psychadelic Tongues?

"It might be mentioned here that a successful research program on the forms of dream expression modeled on the theory of language developed by Chomsky and other linguists in his wake would perhaps make it possible to move on to an investigation of the relationship between the forms of dream expression and the syntactic forms of language. And although, in Chomsky's view, one would expect to find the same representations and the same principles in such different mental activities as dreams and language, he does not think it is at all unreasonable "to search for a more abstract relation between the two systems."
In this light it is perhaps easier to begin to understand the immense importance of Chomsky's achievement in the history of civilization. The fact that there is still not much awareness of it tells us something about the prevailing intellectual and moral culture. Yet it is something that should not be ignored by those that are omitted to bringing about a better world and who have every intention of using the main resources that can help reach that goal.
It was been repeatedly pointed out that, to have a real chance of success, not only the moral but also the intellectual level of a radical movement would have to be far higher than in the past. Activists, like other people who are involved in education and social analysis, have much to gain if they keep an eye on what is happening in the sciences, particularly the most relevant sciences, and the most relevant to the work of an activist are the cognitive sciences. Anyone trying to educated himself and help educate others would be well advised to be acquainted with at least some of the most basic knowledge about human nature available today. When it comes to working for progressive social change, ignorance is certainly no more helpful than it has always been."

Connected, feel free to talk now

I "attended" a Raelian online meditation this past Sunday, which meant I signed onto what was essentially a chat room that I was given advance notice of a week earlier in an e-mail. I typed "Hello its sunny in New York" in the manner of most before me, turned the volume up and paced around downstairs, checking in every so often on the typed chat situation as members "arrived" and waited for the meditation to begin.

It felt like being in one of the genre aol chatrooms [Dolphin Lovers!] I'd sign into when my parents first got 'the upstairs computer' with hopes it would be filled with busily typed aspects of cetacean lore I figured those in the c-room would all mutually know and love.

Alas, no great secrets of the Elohim (though someone did think to thank them when the meditation concluded!)were communicated, nor was the tawdry initiation of online orgies of the extraterrestrial order I'd been only fractionally expecting from these people. (But then again, I think their philosophy- that the purpose of life in this world is to experience pleasure, is the club med attitude i just don't see how would be possibly sustainable.)

A/S/L variety information was provided in the first phase of the 'meditation,' along with generic, if sometimes extremely positive, brief greetings. There was about a half hour of this sort of limited 'socializing': " HI! Paula, from Spain!" "Hello all!" "Hello everybody! laughter is the best medicine!"
The meditation was traditional, I had just done some kundalini yoga and meditating myself, figuring I'd 'watch' from the outside (outer outside?) before I method acted my way into raelianinity, but the voice went in and out, and even I, the great enthusiast of all cultural ephemera, was pretty bored.
A heavily accented man led the group (nearly all raelion leaders I've researched online are french? sounding? lazy gist journalism at its finest) who signed in from all parts of the world (or so they claimed.)The meditation was guided in English, though from the sentence structure and spelling, I'd have to guess most attendees were not native English speakers.) The meditation was standard de-stressing secular style, and lasted less than a half hour. He asked for us to breath intentionally, focus on various parts of our bodies and visualize energy spiraling into our foreheads then outward, and realize where 'Me' was, etc. Nothing profoundly strange and Damnit. This is my Sunday afternoon and I already know how I like to unwind/wind up
There was a third phase to the meditation- a "talk" by some "experts" on laughter- which was the "theme" of the afternoon.
This video .... followed. It had somewhat of a terrifying effect on me, but from the typed comments in the room, it looked like people found it absolutely Hilarious. It then took upwards of 15 minutes (of admirably tension-free silence and patient, encouraging, if banal, typed chatter) for the talk to begin, which was pretty much a question/answer period from the meditative raelians to ask pressing questions of the host like 'why can't we laugh and be happy all the time," "what about laughing gas?" and "why do babies laugh so much?"

I like to question the every day aspects of life that we may be taking advantage of, all the time, and many of these seemingly simple questions in my experience certainly have had profound (to me)answers or considerably unexpected complexity, but these questions... I just couldn't help mentally cataloging the whole group as a hedonistic (and not even uniquely so?) international singles engine for alien-enthusiasts who are trying to recreate that feeling they all got on E and nitrous that one time in Goa.

The host did his best to answer these three questions in an 'inspiring' way, which only required him to validate the questions at all and respond relevantly enough by repeating the words 'baby' and 'happiness' back in his answers; the moderator was helpful enough in keeping morale up during the frequent connection blips,, ie. chuckling a lot. Then at the close of the last question, everyone said "THANK YOU!" a billion times, said their equally generic goodbyes, and that seemed to be the end.
Not that I expected great transformation to occur(I may have wanted to watch them turn on- but there were no video hookups! or spontaneous discussion.) But meditating and meeting only once a month, I felt they would want to meet and talk about their realian topics, alien current events, ontological research, human cloning or Whatever, but maybe the whole point was genuinely to laugh and that they all were, unlike me, cracking up hysterically in their respective homes.

I should stop for a moment and mention "What about laughing gas" may not have been so entirely an absurd question. An account involving nitrous oxide does draw some parallels with the Raelian origination story. Enid Blyton, a 'prolific writer of British children's books* describes a time when she took laughing gas, "I find myself drawn through space at a speed so great that I thought I must be going at the pace of light itself. I seemed to go through vibrating waves of light...finally after a long, incredibly long journey in an incredibly short time I arrived somewhere...and I saw, or knew, that there were Beings there-no shape, nothing tangible-but I knew they were great and holy and ineffable. Then I knew I was going to hear the secret of Everything-and Everything was explained to me, simply and with the utmost lucidity. I was overjoyed-filled with wonder and delight. I knew the reasons behind existence, time, space, evil, goodness, pain-and I rejoiced, marveled that no one had guessed such things before..."Let me tell everyone this wonderful thing I know, this secret that explains everything and will bring such rejoicing and happiness! And as I went back down aeons of time, I was told I must not divulge the secret and I cried out why-and as I went I was told why and I said 'At least let me always remember', but no, I was not even to be allowed to remember even one small detail of it myself...just the very moment I returned to my body in the dentist's chair I was told why...and it was such a logical and wonderful reason that I accepted it joyfully, in the fullest understanding...I can still get back the feeling at the end of it, of acquiescing joyfully in my foregoing of the secret, and yet hugging to myself the certainty that 'all's well with the world,' despite everything! This experience has nothing to do with religion, it wasn't a 'vision', only something amazing introduced by the gas- but I kept hold of my identity all the time, and did not lose the reporter sense of the practiced writer..."
Rael says he saw great beings when he climbed that volcanic crater decades ago, only to climb down and form his 'non-religious' cult. Yes, chatroomies, it seems the secret of life may in fact be laughter...And a sense of humor is so spiritual/psychedelic- to be funny or find things funny you have to rely on the poetic way your subconscious associates and recognizes concepts. Joke as sacrament maybe? Laughter as litany?
Other strange ways Raelianism is not as wiggly as they come. This online mode of meditation actually works to free the new religious movement from the trappings of much of the other new age accoutrement: no aromathepy incense, no 'ability' to feel the chakrah flow of your fellow mediators in the room, no uniform dress, no crystal power, no colorologistic candles, no affected vibing. I'm not quite sure what the purpose of the raelian monthly meditation (hardly frequent enough for the primary purpose to be gleaning the healthful effects of meditation) was, but no other obvious purpose manifested itself, though a few people posed one or two existential questions that just sort of hung there in 'space.' (No pun intended?)
If there is already internet intercourse,Chatroulette speed dating (which seems to encourage the type of cowardly, fear laden attitude towards self and others that could be summed up as "I'll just Next them before they can split on me." But by condensing the probability of time you spend interacting with another stranger, questions on the purpose of any human interaction are brought to the fore, causing us to wonder how would we even know a successful interaction when we saw(-insert transitive verb here)one anyways? What makes a human interaction successful? Do we experience as much as we can (ie. Nexting through a mass population) and only stop and spend a little time with someone only when we become bored of the race past so many, or is it successful only when we know what we're looking to get out of an interaction, and know how to artfully engage someone in this? It also makes me wonder about the future of proximetrics... are there e-raves, flickr break ups, tweeted benders,and skype surprise birthday parties in our futures as well?

If, as my friend says, "preach is just reach with a p" then is google truly just oogle with a g?


You: bye stranger
Stranger: bye stranger

However I'm still totally going to do this since the theme is SAVE HUMANITY
http://www.raelm.org/email/en2/
*(thanks to the essential anthology by Cynthia Palmer and Michael Horowitz on the drug experience)

Exercise Equipment From the Titanic?

Jockstrap
sportscorset

Ch ch change clothes and go

I feel like this sometimes about communicating (2006)
wow though two years is a Thicke time (2008)

Take These For Your Randroids and Call Me In The Morning

Some more untimely news! An odd bit of gossip a friend shared about Tilda Swinton carrying on through life the past few years with two lovers, one, it seemed, for each of her different roles and aspects, for some reason arose in the old thought chamber recently and I remembered to look it up myself.
I know her best as Orlando, the title character in a film that was one of the first to blow my baby young mind. I've elaborated on an idea of hers that I find relevant about capitalism, and the response to loneliness with that of rampant consumption, used to embody, however artificially, relationships that are psychologically and phisiologically vital to our growth as healthy humans. This cycle of felt loss and reactionary consumption seems of course to help form dependencies on inanimate objects, obsessive, yet uninspired affinities to things or people hundreds of miles away, working to make us fat and repressed, dissociated and addicted, egomaniacal and stagnant. Here are "all [her] thoughts on love," (from a trash-box UK gossip column no less,) yes, I read it till the end:

"I live a soldier's life when I'm working. That's how it feels to me, except I've got a slightly greater chance of survival."
She also, now, has Sandro to keep her company while she is away. One associate said that his role was almost that of 'her personal assistant'.
Certainly, he would be unwise to expect a happy-ever-after scenario from this relationship, as Swinton does not believe in it.
"Loneliness is the deal," she said in a recent interview.
"Loneliness is the last great taboo.
"If we don't accept loneliness, then capitalism wins hands down. Because capitalism is all about trying to convince people that you can distract yourself, that you can make it better. And it ain't true."
Maybe she can say this because Byrne is always there for her when she returns. She relishes the split.
"The split is important," she says.
"I could call it a double life but actually it's really quite integrated," she says.
"It's just a working life - I go away and then I come back. John is always at home."
Byrne, it seems, does not try too hard to make sense of what is going on, but just holds on to the idea that they have always been "the best of chums" and will continue to be."

Maybe I'm idealizing their situation, but obviously the author of the article is portraying the interconnected relationships to be sapped of meaning or satisfaction for anyone besides Tilda Swinton. Personally (yech who cares blog narrative ahh creeping public diary therapy) I think polygamy (as opposed to bigamy) would give most women a social support for creative projects or family rearing (if that's their thing) and give them time to freely explore the whole of their life's work and relieve the pressure to fit the progressive version of their higher self strictly within an evolved aspect of femininity. This could potentially form (as amorphously as possible) a small, helpful, creative and not excessively emotional community, not exhibiting romanticism of human relationships of the Disney brand (those 'magic' moments are spontaneous yet surely hard worked-for, not necessarily for the other person's presumed satisfaction, but rather in doing the 'right work' (sorry to lay so much Gurdjieff-smoked in the slightly vague Eastern Philo-flavor, but its the word) on each individual's self. When these moments of spontaneous actualization occur (deals on spirituality/philosophy shopping at its best) , sure, that's pretty romantic. Go ahead and kiss under the mistletoe of NOT-MISSED-CONNECTIONS. But certainly an anxiety riddled existence (for most females I'm sure) of small, narrowly lived self-consciousness lays ahead of anyone expecting that flame to burn all the time. Love for all things can inform your everyday actions (but for ONE person?) yikes. Expand. Expand. And Simplify. The trick for this situation to be new and creep-free is to not have the shared goal for those involved in partnerships for mutual happiness be religiously cultish, or exclusively orbit around sexual congress with one 'shared' person.
The case of Swinton, where the woman has more than one lover, seems to be a living philosophy, an embodied experiment in civility, honesty, transparency but also discretion, respect, and adaptation to REALITY. If infidelities occur in most relationships, breaking them up, causing guilt, insecurity, needless self-esteem destruction and more- it just seems insane to continue teaching the youth that they should expect lives, rules and experienced relationships that will only lead to this sort of paradigm-blasting unhappiness. Commitment does seem key for living a life efficiently with long term goals in mind. It is also, of course, a unique situation to meet someone you can level with, whom you are attracted to, who has similar values and shared knowledge base (for some people, this of course isn't the issue, perhaps mine...) but not all needs can most likely be met with one other person. But why be rampantly promiscuous, for that matter? Certainly this way is not fulfilling or healthy, and seems time consuming (that is if you have labors of love, of the non-human variety to work on.) Having a few partners that bring out different essential qualities of your ideal self, etc. might in fact help humanity evolve to self love and loving others in a honest way, not exclusively teddy bear gift love, your thighs are cosmically exquisite love, or a burn-out Romeo and Juliet love, but the sort that makes us all move gracefully. With children involved the matter just seems to require upfront, open discussion about the needs and goals of each party, the time they wish to spend with the other person, and how they would like it to be spent. Its a partnership for life, or whatever amount of time/era you decide to spend together (not ruling out spontaneous durations- if thats part of each persons mutual goal) and not a thing to to have simply to sustain itself. This discourages lazy, plan-B coupling, obsessive, unreflecting hookups, and compulsive squashing or manipulating of something you love or respect for your own self esteem (aka short-term, artificial self actualization.) People used to go away to battles, markets on long stretches of time, to sea and the like. I'm not sure human couples were meant to spend every day together.
Monogamy seems to be about women in the confounding position of ego 'balance' in this world, playing a role that while often will be desired by many men, will still be physio-emotionally bound to a man that desires many women.
A relationship is not to have only in order to sustain the relationship, but to advance the freedom, consciousness, and health of each individual relating within it's agreements.
And like sitting on a tube while trying to blow it up, ruled by the excitement of the immanent ride, by smothering something you would like to grow, you could end up red faced on a popped piece of plastic.





"Marriage: 'An Experience everyone should go through and then live his own life' or 'living one's own life-an experience everyone should go through and then marry'?" Palinurus

Chemical Class?

An article on Neuroanthropology.net from this past summer about The New Performance Enhancing Drugs weighs in on the pros and cons of general amphetamine use, especially for students. While widespread adderall popping encouraged of an entire population for progressive brain functioning to occur (And for what? SATs and College exams are the examples the authors give for the great potential need to take the things - I could agree with stuffing our young, malleable minds with foundational information for one's future, richer, heightened happiness- the linguistic and conceptual tools with which to interact with the world as well as, and for as long as one can, but this requires a pace and certain degree of health, and hopefully these little guys don't have too terrible long term effects on that aspect of things. And will these chemical compounds really strengthen synaptic connections and help us access ESSENTIAL information later? And could the beginning of absorbing facts under an uniform high be the end of poetry?) brings to mind visions of pills, hip-checking the grain's portion of the food pyramid base over for priority, and a transformation of the ''competitive edge' into an electrical fence, separating the cream of the crop (only a handful of prescribed, and perhaps run-ragged and neurotic achievers) from the watery milky stuff or whatever that idiom implies...

I don't really understand how the Law professor interviewed in the article could assert "that cognitive enhancers may potentially “level the playing field,” allowing disadvantaged students to overcome educational gaps. Take the example of standardized tests like the SAT, which many colleges like Notre Dame use in evaluating applicants. These tests have been shown to be statistically biased against African Americans, Hispanics and other ethnic minorities (Freedle, 2008)"
Is this professor really informed by Darwin-era racism that ethnic minorities are disadvantaged in a way that is cognitive? Would not the encouraged, widespread- for those who were aware of, or could afford- use of expensive amphetamines exacerbate the problem of overcoming the competition from wealthier, 'better' educated (for the SATS anyway) non-minority students, by adding to their pool of educational resources, whatever new form they have taken? The reason for the disparity in test taking scores is obvious and well documented, and it should go without saying that it is not the lack of potential ability to learn. The heightened competition by way of amphetamines of course, is already the problem.
Oh working class coffee.

MC OCD says: yoyo yoyo yoyo y'all ready for a craven new world?

The Cat's Out of The Bag

Horses Can Addict Themselves To Air

More Ways To Hook Your Hawse:
"On the American desert are horses which eat the loco-weed and some are driven mad by it; their vision is affected, they take enormous leaps to cross a tuft of grass or tumble blindly into rivers. The horses which have become thus addicted are shunned by the others and will never rejoin the herd. So it is with human beings: those who are conscious of another world, the world of the spirit, acquire an outlook which distorts the values of ordinary life; they are consumed by the weed of non-attachment. Curiosity is their one excess and therefore they are recognized not by what they do, but by what they refrain from doing, like those Araphants or disciples of Buddha who were pledged to the 'Nine Incapabilities'-. Thus they do not take life, they do not compete, they do not boast ,they do not join groups of more than six, they do not condemn others; they are 'abandoners of revels, mute, contemplative' who are depressed by gossip gaiety and equals, who wait to be telephoned to, who neither speak in public, nor keep up with their friends, nor take revenge on their enemies. Self-knowledge has taught them to abandon hate and blame and envy in their lives, and they look sadder than they are. They seldom make positive assertions because they see, OUTLINED AGAINST ANY STATEMENT, AS A PAINTER SEES A COMPLIMENTRY COLOUR, THE IMAGE OF ITS OPPOSITE. Most psychological questionnaires are designed to search out these moonlings and to secure their non-employment. They divine each other by a warm indifference for they know they are not intended to forgather, but, like stumps of phosphorus in the world's wood, each give forth his misleading radiance."
'Palinurus'

MC OCD wants to know if ya'll get paralyzed in speech by automatically seeing the layers of possibilities 2?