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| What woeful border
trails, endless tales of decimated natives &
freethinkers, & yet, continuously reborn, we never
truly die, we re-awaken, better than ever, surprise
winners of history. We are... Bike Pirates Recycled Ghosts- On this bike journey Capt. May's singular Ghost Troop concept generalized into world heritage ancestor adoption, reconstructed lost consciousness where natives, outlaws, hobos, gypsies, & such, crushed by domination systems, suddenly, mass-resurrected, flower into new composite ways-of-being such as augmented NeoIndians of a restored Gran Chichimeca (insert blood-curdling Chichimec-Ladino grito here). Big Cheese The following story made the rounds in Ciudad. Victoria- that a visiting European delegation gave El Gobernador* a large Brie cheese, but when opened it smelled like dirty feet & was pronounced unfit to be eaten. It couldn't just be tossed, so it was given away to pass, a permanent gift, family to family, along paths of political patronage. Now, late at night, biking the streets, i seem to catch whiffs of the pungent Flying Dutchman, but never quite find it. I put tracers on the stinky Yap Wheel, but it always just rolls beyond. The search is urgent as there are Maximillianist deserter descendants about who would snap this cheese up like wolves. Perhaps we could share it. * Eugenio, governor of Tamaulipas, MX But this is hardly the hard-core Cheese Inframundo, held in an iron grip by isolate German Mennonitas who muscled into the Oaxacan cheese trade a few years ago. Now most of Victoria is addicted to the purer & more profitable rubbery white substance delivered door to door by folks resembling actual Western film extras on-location in Old Mexico (how to tell for sure is the cameras are missing). A breakthrough occurred in composing a rambling "message from science to the humanities"(bear with me here); that Heidegger's Revelatory Framework is but the set of all Hilbert Dimensions, nothing less than a literal Borges Library, given infinite flat space suggested by NASA's recent WMAP mission. So it seems, in endless somewheres or other, vast monkey typing-pools do bang out Shakespeare. What about the lost cheese & Bierce's mysterious disappearance in the Chihuahuan Triangle? If not here, then elsewhere, Bierce boarded, in effect, Hawthorne's Celestial Railroad in the guise of Mexican revolutionist train operating as mobile village, an improvised Utopian experiment resembling the social prototypes of ancient flotillas or caravans, but with futuristic hints of Graf Zeppelin's world tour & the Mir or International Space Stations, but i digress; On the Celestial Express, Bierce will be eating the Gobernador's Cheese. Surviving Biodiversity in El Cielo Thus, on bike, i ranted nearing the luminous biosingularity, The El Cielo biosfera, where the life-force rages at max intensity, everything swimming, crawling, running, jumping, & flying, all at once, 7/24, a bio-plasmic hurricane of mass-birth like continuous thunder & earthquake, of creatures born pregnant, giving birth while eating, shitting, making love, & dying. Who ever reported coherently from the actual ground-zero of what seemed to be, in the distance, a beating luminous cosmic heart of creation, a Mayoid Tree-Of-Life? For the Perils of Paradise are legion. One easily contracts incurable optimism, smile muscles locked in a forced face-lift. Death never so banal as by, say, a giant falling fruit or nut, so preemptively devour that braining coconut. One is trapped in sensual quagmires of every description. Its all too easy to choke greedily on exquisite provincial cuisines & exotic natural buffets stretching beyond the horizon. Place names here run ironic, satiric, or blunt- EL Cielo is a half-joking tag for a paradise where a certain gnat (a tiny parasitoid wasp?) raises welts like pralines, certain nettles (Mala Mujere & Mal Hombre) notoriously can scar & hurt permanently. Certain thorns tunnel thru your body & surface like Flipper. Linger overlong in a hammock under a butterfly/hummingbird tree (ahnaqua) & one sprouts into a fresh butterhumming flybird tree set to trap a new hammock victim. As i was doing so, a hummingbird got in-my-face, transfixing me, only to micro-shit on my notes. Cd. Victoria indeed, lives up to its official nickname, the glorious world "Capital of the Birds", its dirty secret is that getting shit on is inevitable (Watch as myriad soaring hawks & vultures in your binos shit white puffs of carrion "smoke" to learn to close your awestruck mouth, or head indoors). Minutes later a bug, disguised as hummingbird shit, bit me; ye olde one-two. Among endless hazards, a macho explorer may pee after handling wild chile piquin, the hottest pepper known to science, fourth-degree crotch-burn. The beleaguered would-be hero must remember to wash after eating, or retire the game. Strangely, parts of the Salto del Tigre canyon are carpeted with poison ivy, the herb is completely unavoidable, but has no effect other than profound paranoia. At times hundreds of mosquitoes, all at once, trigger madness in the best adjusted person. These are but "paper-tigers", but the jaguars & pumas are more like tiger-tigers. The locals are freaked by their own vipers, whining, while visitors just smile blankly, waiting for who-knows-what. Every precautions fails, a lively little Serengeti stampedes across your skin, hundreds of species grazing flesh, your protoplasm flowing into the ecosystem, balancing nature. A La Florida tick-tsunami & two La Perra wasp-squalls passed in stride, but what then slew me was a Butterfly Cyclone at Gomez Farias, a slow-mo orange vortex of mating monarchs in a glowing column of sunlight, albeit somewhat eclipsed by other species of loitering butterflies, some disguised as blue fireworks against black jungle shadow disguised as midnight, plus a constant pelting by florescent flower petals. What annoyance, to have birds, butterflies, & wafted flower petals blocking whatever one tries to photograph. In the delirium the trees look just like giant house-plants, wait, they are giant house-plants. Who knew that withered dorm-room specimen grows 20 meters high? That unidentified tree-sized Solenaceae is a giant bat tomato (BIG bats, like winged chihuahuas), its fuzzy leaves a perfect toilet paper, so the natives call it salvadora. Later surrounded by mocking birds all mocking at once the many songs of many ecosystems; too much, i over-groked once again, near driven to curl up in the ecohotel's failed swimming pool, Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land. At the paradisiacal springs of La Florida our nomad party was pleasantly revived by a rescue team of ten young women from Mante, verily Rackham's Water Sirens, deluxe tropical edition, who picked ticks off us. |
| This winter ENSO drought grips the El Cielo cloud
forest & the leaves are down, so the moss
that thrives on thin fog, coating trunks &
rocks, hueing the landscape forest & the leaves
are down, so the sun-dappled pea sea-green, an
underwater light, the shaggy branches a virtual
kelp forest sprung from real fossil
reefs turned to stone, with drought-revealed birds
& butterflies for tropical fish. The
remnant tufts of leaves on the Jacques Cousteau trees
give them a Dr. Seuss vibe. Fallen leaves drift like deep brown snow, a "hojarasca" slipperizing the ankle-sprain rock paths, & so obscuring them that even locals wander lost in the rainless fog labyrinths. A creature approaches under the leaves; is it a mere rattlesnake or the dreaded fer-de-lance, what say you, amputation or death? One moves on, incuriously incurious. Regarding the one true & two false coral snakes, the most cryptic best distinguished by counting scales up close: Why bother? This is Tropical Alpinism, of lost Matterhorns made of crumbling kuppenkarst, viper & jungle festooned. Fall off a cliff & you just snag up, more at risk from obscure or notorious bio-hazards than an actual drop (i saw a local woman featured on Cd. V. TV with a big colony of worms in her brain; slow news day..). If caught in a leaf blizzard avoid smoking. The leaves hide thousands of sinkholes in which to slip, in a leafalanche, never to be found. Silly dogs are particularly at-risk. Carlos Torres of El Malcate dangles a tortilla beyond a lasso to snare up his fallen pooches. He says there are tipping rocks like trap doors that reset after you've dropped into a lightless abyss, a mountain of empty shadow within a mountain, solid ground doubly void, as we float in fluffy compressive balance, on foam far frothier than collapsed neutron matter. Hurricane caused Leaf Geyser & Stone Pipe-Organ Conjecture- that some sinkholes spout leaves as geysers when the atmospheric pressure plummets ahead of a hurricane, whose rains flooding subterranean chambers push air out cracks, somewhere-or-other, like a mighty pipe-organ. Loitering at El Cielo's remotest ejido (land collective), waiting for who-knows-what, a 4x4 grinds up from Victoria, & out climbs all supposed 93 years of Don Simon, lip-smacking & squinting like Hank Hill's Pop in the sunny selva clearing. Singular luck; i was being invited to trek with the legendary anti-logging monkey-wrencher, his rambling epigrams wisdom's Old-Man-River. With a select team of guides, engineers, & biologists, we would be scouting the rarest heights of El Cielo for an emergency communications relay site, much as the ancient "Indian Nations" hereabouts had once-upon-a-time laid out their optical free-space comm. net (see below). Later the ejido delegado, Carlos Torres (master guide to Jean-Louis Musquiz, self-styled Indiana Jones orchidologist, Amundsen to my Scott, informed me that Don Simon never torched any logging trucks, the only thing he burned long ago were the ejido papers, paid off by logging interests to dissolve the settlement. The police hung him from a finger & he sang, doing time for the lost papers; copies had to be sent for in Mexico City, a red-taped nightmare mummy. Now, decades later, six elder cronies monopolize the vote & keep Simon in power, all of them absentee. Several dozen "youngsters", born, raised, middle-aged & resident, struggle to be legally recognized as ejidatarios. Stubbornly holding out for the right bribe, the Don blocks government grants & tourism to this side of the Bioreserve, which in fact is less impacted by cancerous pseudo-ecotourism. In Carlos' version, Don Simon stands revealed as a typical endemic bio-mimic of the cloud forest, avatar of the Ancient Impostor, diminutive Green Hitler of the "Lomas de Shangri-La" (a failed 1950s real estate name for the biosphere reserve). Rising from the high cloud-forest like a blasted pyramid, the craggy 2000 meter summit of La Perra is a futuresque-sublime of ancient wind-blasted radio equipment among wild bonsais, a paleorobosapien archeo site dated to the early space-age. The locals, Mexican Hillbillies, if you will, serviced this solar powered station for decades & were thus pre-adapted when the feds began to give away solar panels a few years ago. Other natives struggle with their systems, not these folks. Tons of lead, all those dead batts, must someday be belayed down the northwest face for recycling. Here's a pretty idea- lets use the lead as a gravity mine, controlling its descent by a 200m cable trolley by pulling party supplies up. We shall live as gods on a restored Olympus. NURD ALERT- looming global lead crisis caused by solar-power. In some cases batteries could be eliminated with micro-hydropower-on-demand where gravity gradients between reservoirs permit buffering irrigation water. The drought compels thirsty bears to bite into the 5 km. of plastic water hose to Edo. L.C., so the hose only flows for a time between repairs. As i set to pack out, Carlos's mother thrust an embroidered cloth in my hands. Its center was a maddening mystery, a mystical geometric diagram (a actual traditional genre) that seemed directly relevant to my addled meditations on the structure of reality. There were two colliding grids- magic squares with an outright lattice discontinuity, & binary cell sub lattice, 19 cells in all; what could it be but the mysterious Flor Blanca Cristalina de El Cielo* itself? * a term first heard from a Monterrey gangster, in a puzzling late-night phone-call attempting to blackmail the Victoria Biolocos.
Time to jet. I floundered through hojarasca, navigating way-points by the cairns of litter that fellow bike nomads, Bethany & Pedro, had gathered a week before (unlittering.com), but they had forgotten trashbags. So i walked along stuffing the little piles into a large plastic bag i had brought. Handling trash cleared perfume in my head as i crashed thru biotic bands of laminated ecotones (biological twilight zones), turning my back on mattoral alto subinerme, thru pinares (bosque de aciculifolios), down thru encinares (bosque de latifoliados), bosque deciduo de liquidambar, may i say bosque deciduo neartico o boreal. Proposed- BLPT (Bosque Loco con une Poco de Todo), a south oriented steep notched saddle topography theoretically converging multiple ecosystems in one small place. I rustled thru thin ribbons of fabled cloud forest (bosque caducifolio or bosque mesofilo de montana), at times almost over-shooting precipices overhanging various chaparals far below (matorrales xerifilos & esclerofilos) mimosoid charrasquillo (mattoral submontano) or mattoral mediano subinerme con yucca, mattoral bajo, & ribbony riparian habitats); soon enough descending into tropical decidous forest (selva baja cauducifolia), tropical semi-deciduous forest (selva mediana superennifolia), &, not even noon yet, high selva, bosque tropical superperennifolia. I may have missed some of the forest types, because of the meed to blink. In a flash, i had thrashed thru several climate types, from "tipos templado subhumedo con lluvias en verano" to "tipos semicalido humedo c/ lluvias en verano" to ", subtipos secos semicalidos" arriving finally at "subtipos secos muy calidos". To visit such varied ecosystems by jet takes days, even if waved thru security, unless a jet could somehow taxi as a wingless 4x4 conversion, for many of the zones are narrower than a runway is long. I had barely escaped death by overwhelming biodiversity only to face a new preril. The bloated trash bag was stretched to its molecular limits, cross-linked polymer bonds failing in ribbony shreds. Any slight miss-step on the leaf obscured slipperized rocks & the gorged litter-bomb would detonate with a ploof, making me the biosphere's arch-litterer, ignorance no excuse. Unable to carry-on Atlas-like, i desperately Hans-Brinker-hugged the failing bag the last few kilometers. Finally entering Gomez, i was accosted by a public works engineer in a red pickup. With great fanfare he relieved me of my load, which would now go to the landfill in Mante, a historic first. "What shame!" (ĦQue Pena!) he cried, "when tourists take it upon themselves to clean the forest". I was not a tourist, but an off-duty crypto-megafauna impersonater, Mexican Bigfoot, doing a bit of recreational unlittering, but did not argue, to preserve my secret identity. A little tug-of-war ensued as i struggled to retain my DIY "trash worship" backpack, which the engineer could not believe was not, itself, trash. (NOTE: the latest instant backpack was made from a smaller coastal (agri net bag) with the pad wrapped sleeping bag as lumbar segment, the whole articulates usefully to self-stand, bike inner-tubes still working well as elastomeric shoulder and waist straps. A new trick is to pull a corner of one's bug net out of the top of the pack & over one's hat to cover one's head while marching thru insect clouds.) Later, in the evening, out of sparkling clouds of stars & fireflies, descended the even brighter twinkling eyes of the Monterrey Immortals, famous elderly hikers from, well, Monterrey, geezerthonists who walk outrageous kilometrage over the Sierra Madre (Monterrey to Saltillo in one go!). Over liter-sized beers called caguamas (sea-turtles), revealed the secrets of antique endurance. 1) "Mas sabe el Diablo por viejo que por Diablo." 2) "Mas vale paso que llega, que trote que cansa.", 3) They set out at 4am, impossible for a young person. weird fauna of the biosphere By night one might easily confuse the living teddy-bear, the akutely kute kinkajou (Potos flavus prehensilis), with the creepy tepe-chichi, a burr-cut tree-wolverine (Eira barbara senex). While you coo over a darling little margay (Leopardus weidi), your neck could get landed on teeth-first by a pouncing puma bigger than you. (U.S. pumas, making a comeback, have begun targeting suburbanites, falsifying the naturalist's myth.) Here a jaguar could eat you just as well, if it chose. Lets return the spider monkey (Ateles geoffroyi vellerosus), as reported by Leopold ['59] & Estrada (?) (UNAM), to these mountains. The local report made to me (Alta Vista, west RBC) of "golden" monkeys fits the of yellow variants of the species. A "hey-you" whistling bird calls; you are pavlovianally conditioned to turn to see who. Fail to ignore the bird, your neck wears out & your head falls off, but if you ignore such whistles, you might offend a native or miss the warning about the trapdoor sinkhole underfoot. |
Bethany, Flash, Pete, & Memo in front of Felipe's "eco-hotel" in Gomez Farias, just outside the El Cielo Biosphera.
Spying from afar our bike caravan on its way to El Cielo, a distant rancher hailed with a brass-horn donkey bray, the loudest human call the gringos had ever heard. In earlier trips mutant bike nomads learned that the locals have subtle calls of a single sliding note, sounds like o-o-oup? (inquisitive), eh-eh-ehP, aoOop, & such, with complex undertones, that vary from valley to valley, instantly revealing outsiders. Sonic communication at great distances, with an endless strange whistling techniques & wild calls, is general here. The rich sonic world is given to the bike nomad, the car driver is excluded.
The long dangerous ride from Victoria to the Bioreserve, & back, & the rocky toiling up & down the mountains, is "cabron a toda madre".
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The Biologists' Sabbath-
The Biophilic Congress performs Green Mass
Wander deep in the El Cielo biosphere, i spotted biologists moving in a general direction; on foot, in new 4x4 SUVs; & some even whizzed overhead on tree-canopy zip-lines. I began to follow.
Soon, the ground was littered with live-traps overflowing with rare mega-fauna. Exotic birds waddled about weighted down with numberless leg bands. The air was thick with tranquilizer darts. It became dark as i stumbled desperately thru mist nets & over camo blinds filled with cameras & recording equipment. Once dark, i followed the scientists' glowing GPS screens until i heard amplified nature sounds & saw a green glow over the ridge.
The scene on cresting the ridge forever haunts: In a stadium like sinkhole called a joya (jewel) there milled masses of endangered species coupling with their respective biologists, a massive experiment in genetic modification by unsafe cross-specie sex, a bestial Bosch party with a giant hanging backdrop of E.O. Wilson; who never looked so sinister.
Dazed, i wandered the festival's clutter of mobile field labs surrounded by biologists guzzling specimen ethanol & jungle water out of lab beakers & collection jars. The ethnobotanist booth had long lines to try the Amazonian snuff. On the stage played a motley band of mostly birds & shy biologists, heads bowed over guitars. (Lucky i wasn't wearing my Cyclown furry suit as i bumped into the guy who, toting his sniper-rifle in a fancy case, has long sought to bag Bigfoot for science.)
The music paused & on-stage walked Don Simon in Green Hitler* regalia. Where-the-Hell was Capt. May!? We needed to call-in a cruise missile with a DDT warhead, pronto.
* note to Mark- Balaguer as proto Green Hitler, not me!
I woke under my mosquito net & must have been screaming, as i had attracted all those jungle creatures whose mating-calls resemble nightmarish screams. What a dream! Looking down, E.O. Wilson was on my belly, i was wearing a Biophilia Congress t-shirt.
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Thinking Into Newness
the physical reality of imagination
Most "things" are intangible in the physical world. Imagination is pretangible, first into existence, the very "gleam in the eye", a cosmos-leaping spark.
Wink. Too late! 'magination's
twinkling treasure fleets crossed
the cosmic vast, faster than fast,
even before past & never last.
Blake's work amounts to an imaginative declaration-of-independence, that poet's truth soars over a sea of banal truths, i share Blake's metaphysics of imagination, that paradise-fountain of ideas welling up from within.
Orville was asked what the best part of creating the first airplane was. He replied it was the moment, laying awake in the night, when he fully realized that flying bird-like was doable, a moment of pure imagination, rather than the coarse tangible moment of actual first flight.
"Imagination does not grow in captivity." Orwell
"I believe that dreams -daydreams with your eyes wide open are likely to lead to the betterment of the world. The imaginative child will become the imaginative man or woman most apt to create, to invent, and therefore to foster civilization." Baum, creator of Oz
Quested vision is a most extreme quantum probability amplifier, a dreamtime eruption into real-time or dreaming-into-being; an intense thinking-into-newness
Imaginary canals on Mars inspired generations of scientists.
The future is seen in intention headed for tangibility. Correct prediction is future vision, reverse history, inward seeing-at-a-distance. Outward gaze looks backward in time, inward gaze, forward
Dawn of the Bike-Nomad Age
Is been slow-going since our Austin annus mirabilus (Y2K), but our global network, of Cyclowns shuttling between Biosquats, continues to evolve. The transformative power of our original bike nomad experiments was enough for half of the original nomads to continue to live on bikes, & new nomads emerge slowly but ongoingly.
Frodo Lives! Cyclowns now complete five year of nomadism, At this writing, the Russian Invasion has begun. Soon we will shall proclaim- NEOMONGOLS INVADE MONGOLIA!.
Arriving in Austin at the end of Winter Bike Migration, unscathed by numerous adventures, the first friend i saw was Ignacio, a storied (bike) Superhero, also just back from a long bike journey (scouting Mexico City to Guatemala legs of our network). New nomads are being formed at a steady trickle, Pete metamorphed into a true Cyclown & Scott, founder of the Inside Book prison project now wanders Eastern Europe on a bike. The Bicitekas mustered 50+ riders last year for their third nomadic cross-Mexico ride.
The greatest conventional bike hero, Lance, chose belatedly in life to live in Austin, a bike obsessed town. Local politicians vie to appear on bikes at bike events. Bush in Crawford routinely does endos on his mtb & Austin's ex-mayor lay in critical condition after a bike fall, as the nomads prepared for mx. We could easily lose Dogget to the bike. Lance is being positioned to be governor of Texas in the 2010 election.
The pop-craze of working class motorbikes on weekend tours are pre-interested in our nomad bikes. An effective solar-electric moped merges the two approaches.
While bike circus hardly rouses masses, we are persistent social catalysts at 3-5 parts per billion. We are a considerable existence-proof. The world's poor now vitally depend on bikes. Ongoing upgrades of bike tech will further empower the poor.
Mutant Nomads, Recyclistas, & Biolocos
Some of the BioLocos-
Thora, Memo, Ricki, Mita, Mark, Ed, Manuel, Ernrique, & Oscar
2005 bike-migrators- Jessica, Ed, ?, Juan, Scott, Luis, Gilian, Jesse, Heather, Memo, Jason
Noah, Memo, Nathy, & Flash high in El Cielo (La Gloria?)
Riders of the Recyclista Bike Club, our support group & close friends. Left to Right- Mauro (partly blocked), Juan, Memo, & Colacho cross the spring fed stream at La Florida, at the SE edge of El Cielo
Crazy Bikes Poke Holes in the Orgone Layer
We must accept an inconvienient truth- our Mutant-Nomad Bikes inadvertently over-stimulate the Orgone Layer & trigger sexquakes as potent as 69 on the Masters & Johnson Scale. Large-scale probes reveal moist new holes in the roughly waist-high phenomenon. Researchers disagree on public responses, such as whether to draw blinds, or open blinds.
Thought eradicated in the seventies, an actual orgy was recently reported in France. This spring, for the first time since modern record-keeping began, many hemlines disappeared completely. In a hellish rebound scenario hemlines might plummet to below foot level, a recipe for stumbling about in a New Dark-Age.
Dr. Forsale of the Planned Doomsday Institute admitted, "Putting clothes on statues hasn't worked as well as hoped," asserting that, "a single mutant bike, say a cargo-chopper outside of a vegetarian co-op, secretes enough orgone to arouse a hundred sea turtles for thousands of years." He downplayed the role of the Viagra gene that recently escaped into the food supply. "(It) hasn't helped that Nature Channels run Birds & Bees programming around the clock, & the govt. does nothing." Paradoxically, more cars are proposed as the best depletor of orgone, "The drive-in is dead & modern auto, with its lone driver & vestigial back seat, consumes much more orgone than it produces. Nobody's getting anything"
Even with scented candles & mood music, the original orgone generators barely worked, but the new breed of Mutant Tall-Bike radiates an irresistable seduction field. The National Threat Level has been raised to "hot pink", which critics claim makes things worse. "Just stop thinking about it." warned the Doctor.
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Did you Mean: west nile virus
Western nihilist virus
saps eardrum & iris,
withers foot & hand
& all self command.
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The cosmos is a 12 dimensional soccer ball, if space is not flat after all. Go tell Galeano!
to define fields of knowledge by the same field concepts that revolutionized math & physics.
C60 as the smallest known soccer ball. An Aztec soccer ball, each facet a flower or animal icon (add scketches)
Mendelev's periodic table illumined the elements. Einstein welded time to space, superposing odd dimensions into new truth. What power, to graph any number of arbitrary dimensions in relation to each other.
Heidegger's revealed frameworks formalize as predicate relation graphs in Hilbert space, the very catalog of Borges' Library, in particular containing world redemptive texts, urgent technical texts, & texts too sublime to comprehend (beyond our revealment fronts). Indra's web, the Enchanted Loom of Clark's sufficiently advanced science, a Samsaric Atlas.
Crystallography suggests how novel semantic lattices may be built & disrupted by discontinuities. Embryology, underlain by molecular biology, shows how cellular nets form into the beautiful swirling forms of higher life. Bayesean certainty grids characterize uncertainty of tabular/cellular values. Matrix algebra performs large scale parallel operations on cellular grids.
all dimensions superposed as soup (souperposed)
Appearences as a quazi-crystaline view of a higher dimensional true crystal. Quazi-crystals- "what art thou, excrable shape" Milton
Modern physics has a core heuristic- the seeking out of symmetries, as it turns out, the same logic as the poet's quest for metaphor.
polar v. equatorial symmetry
Wittgenstein & Russel's quest for the atoms of meaning was resolved by Shannon's Information Theory, the bridging of thermodynamics & binary logic. W's intuition that the "molecules" of meaning are continuous in the manner of linked chain, eliminated Russels troublesome logical connectors, is nicely modeled by Zadek's Fuzzy Sets.
The Quest-ion as the Atom of Questing
The fluidic revolution in weather or geology, as applied in aerospace engineering & other fields, provides math tools to model dynamic status systems. Trace the isobaric lines in status fields, study status flows in attention markets, see god concepts as maximal status theories, & track the contending superiorisms of neoliberalism v. radical DIY, contending status strata undergoing inversion.
Slacktime
The nomad's eternal spring reeks of immortality, endless summer isotherms, merged into timeless sky & landscapes. In consciousness of place, in Nietzsche's endless recurrence, the instant is made of forever. Prepare to move if you would stay in perpetual paradise, endless spring.
Like Fusion reactions, Utopian situations are proven "in the moment", or even somewhat longer. The trick, make it stick. profactual- focus on what could be: quixotic vs. nihilistic. majic-realist lifestyle the fog within ghost of all that's been
Amazing places are persistent catalysts of valuable consciousness, of deep meaning tethered to place, situated folklores of place as morphing filaments running thru acoustics, marks on stone or paper, & photonic ones & zeros, all leading back to site.
change contrasts best upon a lingering past, everything sensed is past, the tissue of space-time, sneesed-in.
time-shared dimensions in serialized spaces, hi-d serial space, revolutions happen in a social-relativistic space-time, there is no one time-frame, some of us have already experienced it, others await
facilitation fields/regimes, novelty as disturbance or restoration
Barrier as filter processing, notch, band-pass, etc., barrier as absence or presence enforcer, borders/barriers as drivers of (incl. cultural) endemism, Shit-Sandwich effect- disagreeable layers in a stratified space, best avoided (esp. don't be the shit in goddess sandwich). hiding v. revealing/ evading v. confronting, absence, lost presence, nowhere, the creation of somewheres, plundered essence, absence & nonsense
Revealing is never done, expanding revealment fronts catalyzing ever larger question fronts. Revealing along fronts, revealing along conduits or pipes, leaky conduits, Revealment fronts as sculpture hidden in carrera marble.
Roads are probability wave guides: ruts; extended grav wells. Walking the high road is like reading a local paper, presence in the conduit generates messages, news, & entertainment. Petri nets are suited to diagramming path sequences.
epigram as cosmic telegram, Borgesian texts that sooner repeat than the windier sort.
Multiple Massively Parallel Metaphors (MMPM). Orthogonal rub or shear. Synesthesia as demo of associative imagination rather than "crossed wires".
rhythm, rhyme, alliteration, etc. superposes concepts semi-randomly. first phase a pair matching & selection process generates novel concepts, in a final phase entire libraries are cross mapped. As language grows expansive combinatorics enable new meanings.
a new style of "literary" text, collectively authored cultural texts with abstract, illustrations, & notes
Cosmic Revoution
the revolutionary implication of a flat (or almost flat) universe is that, being infinite (or almost infinite), its sufficiently vast for every (or almost every) local combination of matter & energy to exist somewhere, by "mere" chance, thus mirrorverses filled with doubles, but the more interesting patterns are those of the many diverse affinity worlds, & the most contrasted worlds.
parallel dreaming, transpolycosmic rays; i hail my infinite doubles & friends, who hail me in return, t'is communication, say we.
Each subjective instant, a self sufficient universe, D. Romo as partial mirror human to D. Santos. Viking & Bandit as siamese twins, literature as shared flesh.
Uniqueness exists on the grandest scale, there are no perfectly repeating patterns in nature, except in abstractions. The totality is ~infinitely unique, nothingness is infinitely same. The smallest particle is uniquely entangled with the totality. Even if two particles seem the same, they proceed along different histories
Zoom back & see the universe at the almost unimaginable scale at which the statistical repetition of your personal pattern becomes a near uniform cosmic fog; there appears a face upon the deep, its you, what's up? Its really "Everyman's Face". Now zoom in to the sub-nano scale where all is a sub quantum fog, sub-string blur;on the analog soup, there appears the face on the deep again, every point just deeper cosmic essence, as small, so great.
Cosmic background radiation is the chilled residue of fossil time, regions now distant, as old cosmic rays are fossils from early time,
regions forever lost to direct observation by space expansion, yet still quantum entangled & accessible by imagination.
catching ultra-cosmic rays- Tired x-rays, now infrared, light from the big bang having traveled thru all time to illuminate you.
We shine immortally with information, each moment a forever expanding colored bubble of personal radiation on a journey to the limits of space-time. The back-scatter radiation is a poorly focused mirror-image of the past that, in principle, a suitably sensitive antenna & noise filter could focus. The moon represents a crude multi-second time delay mirror. A tent considerably weakens such effects, weak as alpha rays.
An almost infinitely tiny in the super-sized cosmos, our mega-faunal scale towers over the profound abyss of sub-string scale. Shrink yourself to dilate time. Oh, to escape meso-scale (human) time for eternity in a miniverse that vanishes in a meso"instant". We are BuddhaMonsters to myriad small future creatures in our wake...
Lilliputian universes playing out histories at blinding speed, endless new expansive bubbles within cosmological space & anywhere else, hidden dimensions, temporal slices as discrete universes, pet universes- virtual worlds in simulations.
The more complex a world the farther apart, on average, its similars are found. Originality as short-horizon illusion. Doubled worlds converge & into undoubled fringes, a chaotic casino astrology. Does implosive small-scale complexity outmatch the cosmic scale's repetitive capacity? a new constellary of unseen remote cosmic structures
Historical causality is undistinguishable from spontaneous quantum manifestation or black-box brain hallucinations.
Does pathology as pattern breaking, tend toward greater pan-cosmic sub &/or supersimilarity? Thus crushed Artaud merges with the cosmic christ.
probability patterns of self-similarity, kaleidoscopic patterns, mirror fronts, fan-in states to a given state balance fan-out, a conservation of universes factor, hobbit worlds, Adam Kadmon, & Star Trek universes all literally exist, if the infinite polycosmos holds, every crazy notion is not only unforbidden, but required.
dreamtime's eternity v. mindfulness's moment
The tiniest piece of space-time is a complete piece of the total cosmos. In the paradisiacal moment the past is wiped away & the future a blank.
Highly enriched presence, deep engagement, intense presence, focus
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migration fields- desirability vector maps
gaps, long jumps,
ontology as configuration boat on configuration-space sea
Hodges intention to "triumph" over the blogsphere like (Darius?) ordering the ocean flogged
Hypermedia texts to subsuming even cinema (as supplemented DVDs dissolve into web-stuff). We are occupied in framework generation- revealed or emergent generation, & modification; upgrades, patches, & fixes of world culture OS.
systematic revealment techniques from science applied to cultural agendas. cross-canceling problems, parallel problems & solutions
body ontology, situated knowledge, one's body surface as primal border, clothes as barrier fringements, collisions & penetrations as threats & boons (kisses & food). Border as wound/bioablation sequence- dirt, fermenting biofilm, secreted shield, healing layer, inflamed layer, unaffected inner layers. keeping-it-together; vehicular & corporeal integrity across barriers/borders,
body surface as torus cut into a tube slit open into a sheet reveals a surface field where the "inside" is mostly dark, hot, acidic, & anaerobic & the outside is a zone of light, cool, alkaline, & aerobic. This pattern repeats in a landscape of alkaline desert & acid wetland.
fractal toroids, toroidial transforms- "human torus" orthogonally recut; "shooting hoops"- sphere passes thru torus, not visa-versa, (pulsed) jetstream shedding "smoke" rings, toroid knowledge structures as Hesse's "glass beads", twisted cylinder torus, torus fields on/in spheres (ie. atmosphere)
a topological symmetry- a(b) = b(a)
where: a = outdoors, b = indoors
despiralized rings as beads, torus as beads
supercoils bottoming out at codon level (chomosome model).
Microclimates of Holes & Humps- Holes as reversed directions, the west side of a hole an east exposure, humps are direction reinforcers, the East side of a hump even more East than otherwise.
"configurations in configuration space" constellated concepts, stellar concepts, multidimensional semantic fields.
sensory-field-computing, molecular embryology, phased arrays- Borges' TV remote, Hayakawan ladders-of-abstraction networked as phased dimensions, abstract & universal algebra as unifiers of schemas, chess as cartesian micro-world, cellular autonoma, dimensional "sliders" & "knobs" interface, color-space; color-wheel as circular bi-dimension of sub-dimensions, finite element algorithms, abstraction grids
complex composite feelings, every thought tangible, felt in the body
bird space as 3D field computing
Emmanuel- FnB Mntry, i cried a(gain) seeing Liliana's beaten bloody face, a red ink spider on the radical video cover. She kindly toured me around the Monterrey underground last year, introducing me to the punk market.
"They can't arrest us all (Bandera Kid)".
Mexican's exposed to a fury of exaggerated media warnings, have adpted with anti-fear mantra "No Pasa Nada"
As seen from our wild nomad camps, the world's provinces glow gently like a vast Mayberry. Still, gunfire by night always makes Memo nervous (funny luck- night gunshots every time he nomad camps), but i find it relaxing, keeps the tourists at-bay.
armed redneck as defender of liberty from totalitarianism as pacifist represents potential of nonviolent future. Neoliberal Pornographies of Hope- Neocons prefer rape.
The modern consumer compares poorly with the incredible economic efficiency of bohemian genius, of a Van Gogh churning out pricelessness on little more than boiled garbanzos & absinthe. despised bag lady role as DIY systems architect
novel disruption regimes, places where ridiculous hopes sprout, then rot. contending disruption regimes, restoration regimes, regeneration regimes, maintenance regimes,
Colonization by manipulation fields, techne kits,
migrating interfaces, borders push or pull given objects, transition to otherness, exit sequence as reversed entry- temporal reversal, border fringements, house-of-mirrors kaleidoscopic views.
Travel as Transformation-
Aerobic wandering drove human brain expansion. Humans are the areobic animal, able to run a deer to exhaustion, only the Inuit's supercooled sleddog comes close.. The brain consumes enormous glucose amounts, one's body & brain complimenting each other sharing a hot-rod diet & digestion ability.
Planetary bike exploration ups the evolutionary pressure for expansive cognition, increasing the scope of human-powered transport a rough order of magnitude along a single dimension (path), & two orders across two dimensions (region). Call the new activism geocross, a sporting cross-geographic travel by geophysical & self-power
Aerobic Intellectualism is complex prolific sustained cognition enabled by high metabolic though-put hyper-exercise lifestyles. Great jocks, mostly thoughtful & articulate, master mental games beyond mere performance, even if commodity sports is no thinker's paradise.
In "Hellenic" or "Tulan" mode, bulk glucose burns as quality thought, high-dimensional richness flooding out narrow-mindedness, a thinking-intensely-into-newness, techne as probability wave amplification of the otherwise improbable, tangible imagination.
thoughts-per-heartbeat or breath, seasonal pump or pulse, pulsing against membranes, asymmetric wheel (spin) as pulse generator, the heart as circulation asymmetry,
The false dawns of Arrested Transformation require patience. Domingerismo or weekend-warrior syndrome, where time poverty leads to transformation failure. Fatigue from an overweight bike as a likely factor in failed peak experiences. Artaud's travel in Northern Mexico a case of profound transformation.
True peak experiences are anti-spectacle, are transformative stepping stones, the very omens of metamorphosis, up or downscaled ("pit" experience). Maslovian experience peaks are hooks from which life's hammock swings; hooks, though few, high enough set. Every child should be allowed to steer a ship & pilot a plane.
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class bridging, like unlittering, a specific task of the Austin's mutant bike nomads, Direct conviviality & sharing with the poorest (& richest) will get us past any crisis. The sharing poor are grander than Rockefeller, who in turn can embrace an evolved squalor-free "voluntary poverty".
Issues- radical critique as "bad manners", to be a "nice person" as coded classist/racist cryptothink. The Mestizo of the Raza Cosmica is a Universal Bastard, a mongrel pre-disinvited from power's dinner-table.
"willful indifference" of modern privilege.
mental homelessness, breeding in captivity
The evasive mastery of bike easily turns invasive as shown by the blocking of the dreaded Hodge-Lodge Hodge-Podge. We might have ridden our bikes right thru the front door & roasted in the ancestral fireplace. It could have been fun, pure cat-in-the-hat ;^)
Yoda-miester, stalked by rock & film stars &, in particular, fancy writers from the Iowa Writer's Workshop ;^)
Sherpa of Mt. Coolerest, Sherpas Union Local #7, superguias to hipsters, stalked by writers hunting authenticity ;^)
Karbon Die Ox, super-sized carbon polluters, CO2faced, carbon hypocracy, gangreen, greenwash, Kolonel Karbon, Karbon Kurtz
Stealth camping state parks almost demeaned to stunt status, yet evasionism before domination is the basic tactic, & first mastering bunny-hills is wise before hazarding the wild border.
Abysmal experience as puzzle, not always brutalizing.
climbing Everest as a worthy Theater of Cruelty, extreme sports a surprise art medium.
The offhand & impersonal nature of "mexican cruelty" is revealed in the noblelyy intentioned yet absurd 18" handicap access ramps cut into the already narrow colonial sidewalks of Campeche. By way of compensation there are some monumental 8' wide ramps cut into the shoreline boulevard curb, either case the wheelchair logo stretched or compressed like rubber to fit. (The narrow ramps best serve skateboard punks, who, if crippled by their sport, would then find the ramps worthless; lest they master the trick of popping the chair up on a single track. One can imagine a unicycle wheelchair to use these ramps).
From a holistic bioethics, the region's obsessive flesh eating is effectively cannibalism, Hindu cows in Aztec sacrifice, bodhis giving themselves to hungry Mexicans. Here a notorious "narco-satanic" cult once ate a bland University of Texas college student.
Even the most diverse native bugs love meat, humans scratching at the bottom of such food chains. In Paradise one's cytoplasm flows out of a hundred bug bites into the environment, one merges into the land. Though the outline of Tamaulipas resembles nothing so much as a lamb chop, the region is a veggie paradise, if one works at it.
Small town USA practices human "sacrifice", yes they call it that, sending the young to die for supposed "ideals", a mythology of redemptive violence.
It hurts a bit when they say there are no noble savages, we ain't all gone yet...
One's very tininess spans the vast, Tiny drawings, done with a .5 mm engineering pencil, the future welling up out of within, the tip of the wish-giving horn.
Sam's Freak Show, where the dude with the tiny head may have a speed cognition advantage. Given luminal speed limits, small brains will always think faster. Its a myth that the bird brain is dumb; the classic chicken is quite sage. Oh, to have one's tiny head grafted to a great macaw!
supra-sociological scale imaginations for evasion of scale constraints- psycho-cosmology, psycho-micrology, & micro-imagination, imagination is super-sensual,
body projected as cut open torus a 2D graph with the mouth as equator, arse as poles and every internal/external surface laid out. wet/dry, acid/alkaline, dark/light, etc. zones.
The natural totality is a worthy model for a grand synthesis, the 20th century urbanist model has failed,
To patch holes in religious ontologies is "unholy".
The wilderness product consumer battles a passive-aggressive cosmos that we find playful instead.
Tradition in Flames-
general crisis in all fields, then i saw a quote, whose, Black Elks?, that the western rational program would lead to "ruin in all shperes", maddeningly search found nothing.
"Clean" science, sustainable research protocols, Kevin, U. of Missouri paleo-ethnobotanist Cultural Genome is the concise set of tools to generate the rest, psychogeo resonance with "tangible" landscape, wild imagination ruining normalcy;
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