Nullism

Slacktronica Gear

2008-06-06T07:19:00.003-05:00

Self Portrait

2008-06-01T07:31:00.004-05:00

A self portrait attempting to convey what my facial pain (possibly trigeminal neuralgia) "feels" like.

Slacktronica [video]

2008-05-30T00:16:00.000-05:00

Slacktronica

2008-05-26T13:28:00.003-05:00

SLACKTRONICA /slækˈtrɒn ɪ kə/
noun.

1. Musical Genre created by Ignote of BiPolar UnCorporated meant to defy all that is and ever was considered music. Whether perfectly rendering a classical composition or reproducing pure white noise, it is the effort and intention of its creator to imply the destruction of norms and perceptual readiness.

2. Any attempt at creation of music that is meant to break free from the perceived genre. Typically the music will include violations of musical theory and defy musicologsts; however, none need be present if the dissemination of the music conveys such intentions.

[Origin: Null_ENG 2008]

Delusions of Reality

2008-05-26T12:43:00.002-05:00

Mind Exchange

2008-05-26T04:42:00.003-05:00

Information is the commodity. Minds are the target demographic. Eyeballs leering at information unaware that their master is being tracked, monetized, commodified, indexed, labeled, ordered, predicted, examined, and described. Quantity--the sadist--slaps down her mistress Quality for the world to watch. The more of the world that does the more depraved and banal it becomes. Trapped in language and its cousin semiotics, minds are made to suffer.

We are not dehumanized by our technology, we are dehumanized by the paradoxical nature of both informational complexity which brings the mind exchange to more ears and eyeballs and the inherent reactive diversity of subculture it generates. Gods and demons can not be blamed for our lack of meaning. Bondage to persona makes for willing puppets to the mandates of culture -- soon perhaps to be [C]ulture or even Culture ®.

My website needs traffic. My videos need subscribers. My music needs listeners. My writing needs readers. My art needs experiencers. Numbers abstractly representing the potential of mimetic distortions and transmission of signals not quite what I had meant them to be. With every number that hops up onto the stack of past experience I become more fascinated with the activity rather than the message. It makes me ill. (btw, did you click on my ad? I hope not.)

Economics, marketing, business, and slavery to the biological machine fill the halls of most colleges. CONSUME. Celebrity comes from abnormally large breasts, the ability to throw a ball, and simply being an asshole. Willingness to conform, the desire for an all encompassing "easy button," and living vicariously through celebrity effects corrosive hostility to intellectual pursuits. Philosophy is synonymous with Conceit.

The Spell [video]

2008-05-22T17:11:00.001-05:00

The Spell

2008-05-17T00:08:00.008-05:00

It is possible that the mind may come unhinged by the same processes that are its origin. Consciously unaware that its habits, its desires, or its routines are etching imperceptible grooves breaking down the very system that was designed to bring ease. The solace earned by that particular consciousness carefully as it mediated between its own version of reason and insanity eventually reveal themselves as comfortable illusions -- although, even the realizations themselves diminish. Moments of inaction or rest act as narcotic seduction to the system while the anxiety caused by that facade of death counteracts the poison. All the while that mind--like every mind--is drowning in the wounds it has created.

The mind, being capable of stretching itself around simulacra of infinities, is so clever that simplicity of reason is often seen as beautiful. This is because it is not simple. The electrochemical storm that dreams itself into being is built on fundamentally different principles. Forgiving the quasi-teleological framework, the mind that has written this text, the minds that may read it, and all of the independently originated minds capable of its interpretation of experience stem from a system whose rules outshine the collective attempts of those minds to describe themselves.

Each mind seeks its own interpretation. Objective reality is irrelevant for even if it exists and pure materialistic reductionism is assumed, it is not the playground of the mind. Countless uncertainties driven by spastic dendrites in reaction to stimulus of every sort prohibit any sort of causal argument. At best, recognition to the correlational nature of this massively parallel system allows the more pragmatic view. Recursive nature combined with unique environmental factors pervade all but the most present facade of self. It is from this idea that the self sees its own action as willed action.

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Artistic Expression : Hitler and Consumerism

2008-05-15T07:45:00.003-05:00

Yesterday I received an email from myspace concerning my Hitler "Got Milk" image. Without explanation they informed me that it was a violation of their ToS. At first I was angry considering that it was most definitely not a violation; neither the original work I started with nor the satire of the advertising slogan are off limits to fair use. While I'd probably lose if it came down, that is simply because I don't have the money like MadTV. However, my opinions have changed in that I realized that I did in fact at least piss one person off with my image and in doing so am able to add the myspace email to a list of "pissing on canvases" ideas I have for the future -- with a real life email from the Rupert Murdoch machine to boot.

Odd how easy it is to play a game of 'Spot the Tool'. Sad too. I accept that even the most refined individuals will also sometimes get a laugh at "ow my balls!" (especially if they perceive a hidden agenda or obtuse reference to at least superficially sate their more high-brow ego driven brain). Including this, it is un-amazing that simply putting an image of a woman, an "offensive" symbol, or acting like a jackass (yeah, Steve-O clones aplenty). What the issue really is, however, seems to be that so much of our world is dictated by this consumerism. The rich, evil fucks are more than happy to exploit us and our cultural sheepishness. Drawing comparisons between an emblem of evil and corporate advertising isn't where the real offense should be taken.

[The] Humans are Fucked

2008-05-14T17:14:00.006-05:00

It stings a bit when the thought is put so bluntly. The first reaction is almost always to strike at the thought as if it were necessarily and inherently wrong. To be the one that holds this position is usually synonymous with being considered a nihilist, contrarian, or simply mentally ill. The need to see the small, tenuous particle of hope in the big shit bag that is humanity is the default position. There is a pain so strong and encompassing that long held traditions built around this false hope have anesthetized the majority of humanity to even a cursory contemplation or hope of an honest evaluation.

Of course, the most basic counter opinions come not from the devoted and faithful optimists but from the border guards of realistic notions toward the "human condition". This is similar to the mass of atheists who struggle so hard to promote the need of religion simply because it has its benefits. It is a rationalization of that nebulous pain; it is the same need to feel worth and hope when none exists. The primary counter itself testifies to this insipidness: "If life is meaningless then do what you wish". However, they will almost without fail amend this hypothetical premise with a battery of quasi moral justifications for why it is better to live according to their described reality.

Even the existentialists so often follow their rhetoric with commandments. Conceited aphorisms blasted through tiny primer holes drilled by Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, and even Dr. Maslow. The self is responsible, you are the self, I accurately perceive your self, and now, I expect you to act in accordance to my will. While this was not the intention, the weak-willing followers of many philosophers project their inner struggle with the pain onto a complex map of their own pathology.

System upon system is built while others are destroyed to etch a more comfortable pain killing model. Adversary is anything that wishes to reopen a wound or two. Followers of "the light" wear many masks and being unable to see that their pain stems from the same source are willing to die for their correctness of vision. The denier, however, is the emblem of this pain. Every group--and even those who seek truth are susceptible--can draw their focus on this and paint the him as scapegoat.

'Humans are fucked' need not be a prescription nor is it usually so. While it can be as much of an emotional outburst as denial, it at least speaks of a desire for truth. Its speaker seems to often express it with a rainbow of connotations rather than a simple assertion of fact. It encompasses as much humor as it does pain -- perhaps ever so intertwined this idea becomes. It also projects a bold front to those willing to find their own path -- perhaps even if this too is corrupted and disintegrates back down into the numbness seeking. It rejects but not simply for an ipso facto position of argument -- though this may be as important.

Be what you wish sayeth the existentialist. Rejoice in meaninglessness for its purpose is your own.

To this I say: Eat your own medicine.

Love at First Sight

2008-05-13T16:17:00.004-05:00

You too could be a hundredaire like me!

2008-05-13T12:11:00.004-05:00

Dear Friend,

I built this advertisement in ONLY ten minutes. Originally I was going to sell my ebook for a whopping $47 dollars; however, if you act now you can get it absolutely free! That's right, free! All you have to do is simply stop signing up for anything that sounds too good to be true. If you can make that promise to yourself, I'll let you know a shit-ton of secrets on making money online. If you fail however, I'll expect my $47 dollars.

BUT WAIT...

You May be wondering how to trust me, right? Although this is one of the very first secrets my plan has to offer, I'm going to give it to you free. The secret is: YOU CAN'T AND SHOULDN'T TRUST ME. Let me repeat this because most of you who are still reading this (and are either not laughing or thinking ill of me) are stupid enough to require it being drilled into you. YOU CAN'T AND SHOULDN'T TRUST ME. Did that second time work? I hope so.

I've been generating so much traffic off this ad and I haven't even clicked on the save button. This is some SERIOUS MONEY MAKING OPPORTUNITY. I'd put up my paypal account images to show you proof but there is a good reason why I won't but that is a secret. Same is true for the testimonials that you'd probably be expecting below this bullshit paragraph.

THESE SECRETS AND MORE CAN BE YOURS

BY SIMPLY SENDING AN EMAIL to: g3m1n1@hotmail.com
WITH THE SUBJECT: I AM A TOOL.

you won't regret it.

2008-05-12T16:59:00.003-05:00

I'm thrilled. My complete lack of motivation is slowly breaking apart; underneath my crappy "existential malaise" is a small ray of creative thought. Is it all pointless? Perhaps. It is at least amusing me for the time being.

WQ2RX WHO ARE YOU?

2008-05-09T01:15:00.005-05:00

2:17AM: Sitting at my desk while smoking a cigarette and pondering the holistic effect that decentralized organizations such as anonymous are having on the internet. Interesting to note as well that this is the very essence of the internet's origin.

2:19AM: The pain in my jaw is nearly unbearable. The nicotine and caffeine are coursing through my veins. It helps, but only mildly so.

2:22AM: I am surprised that FNORD (did you see that?) hasn't made more of an impact in cyberspace.

2:35AM: D___ just stumbled in -- drunk. Interesting conversation. Odd how being sober allowed for such density in my end of the conversation. So much information transmitted.

2:37AM: There must be a resource for studying the content within a body of text more so than simple "analytics" provided by this push toward the transmission of information. True, artificial intelligence is a sort of holy grail in this aspect but I'm looking more for the language and developmental arena. This is something I should spend a bit of time on.

KALLISTI

2:40AM: The intention behind this post will perhaps mean something to those I intend it for. Hence, wq2rx: Who are you?

We Can All Piss on Canvases

2008-05-04T21:14:00.003-05:00

Slaves

2008-04-27T20:32:00.004-05:00

Every day is strange.

Time passes.

Alcohol and cigarettes.

No money.

Typical.

"mo money, mo money, mo money."

Mental illness.

The internet is broke.

IQ: 53.

Delusions of acceptance.

Economic jokes.

WAR IS PEACE.

Signals.

Pain: a friendly reminder.

Original thoughts?

Porno for Bush Experiment

2008-04-24T02:29:00.004-05:00

Does Bush like Porno?
Does Oprah dig Spam?
Does American Idol rock socks?
Does China ruin the olympics?

Idiocracy: A comedy, not a manual for better living.

Null

2007-01-07T05:07:00.002-05:00

A nullist chooses his/her own reality. Faith in whatever a person believes in is by definition irrational. Appreciating this, a nullist chooses which delusions he/she is willing to consider fundamental. Ambivalence is a cherished virtue of Nullism and its adherents may realize this virtue in any way they choose. As a nullist, my views on reality need not have anything to do with your views on reality. What we share is simply that we may never know which view is more accurate and that by following some view of reality is, in itself, distancing oneself from the null point. Is this all bullshit... perhaps. But this bullshit is the very nature that a nullist perceives is at the heart of all ideology, doctrine, and dogma.

Zeitgeist of Cyberspace: part one of many

2007-01-04T08:05:00.002-05:00

An introduction to the ambivalency of Nullism

Lorem ipsum is the chaos from which superconsciousness will emerge. De finibus bonorum et malorum meet at both zero and infinity. This is Nullism exemplified--untarnished--the uncarved stone seen as every form. Busy bees with busy blogs and wikis producing synthetic awareness; the emergence of other intelligence goes unnoticed and the cross-over between mind and other matter is blurred.