MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

  • Good Ideals, Good Ideas or Good Deals. Choose Only Two.

    Forget ideals, chum. Ideals are glittering junk in the psychic storefront, promises that morph into rusty chains once you sign on the dotted line. Shiny promises that curdle in your gut. You want somethin’ real, somethin’ that’ll kick your ass and leave you breathless, not some sugar-coated lie. Now, ideas… ideas are the writhing serpents…

  • Greatness

    Greatness, man. A greasy word, slicked with bullshit. A cosmic roach motel, promising luxury but delivering only existential dread. We dig exceptional achievements, sure. Hats off to the freaks who build pyramids or write symphonies that make your eyeballs sweat. But greatness as explanation? That’s a malfunctioning reality injector, pumping out toxic fumes. Reality: a…

  • The Neon Bazaar

    Just a taste of the sprawling sprawl, the endless sprawl of the Linux kernel. Lines of code stretching back into the mists of time, a bazaar of brilliance held together by duct tape and chewing gum. Here, nestled amongst the device drivers and memory managers, could lurk ghosts in the machine. They wouldn’t be flashy,…

  • A New Hope

    The Droids: C-3PO, a walking protocol droid, all prattle and etiquette, a parody of civilized discourse. R2-D2, the silent mechanic, a whirring id, spitting sparks and secrets. Two sides of the same coin, the machine and the message, forever intertwined. The embodiment of the Symbolic, the keeper of rules and etiquette. R2-D2, the Real, the…

  • Flesh Modems in the Hyperspace Bazaar: Flesh Interfaces

    Scratch beneath the surface of this meat prison, man, and you find the writhing circuits of reality. Not the sterile logic of silicon and circuits, but a tangled mess of frequencies, a cacophony of light and sound beyond the reach of our meat-geared senses. We are fleshy interfaces, Jack, plugged into a system we can…

  • Dopamine

    https://www.honest-broker.com/p/the-state-of-the-culture-2024 Yes, dopamine, you said. The sweet lure, the flashing neon, the promise of reward that keeps the flesh on our bones and the monkeys pulling the levers. Ah, dopamine, the glistening lure of the Other’s image, reflected back in a distorted funhouse mirror. It sutures the fragmented pre-symbolic infant into the illusion of a…

  • Panopticon: Smartphones

    The smartphone, oh the iPhallus, a totem of gleaming chrome that pulsates with the seductive logos of connection. A symbolic object that fills the lack (castration) in the human experience. It promises to complete us, offering a sense of wholeness through connection, information, and self-expression. However, this phallus is imaginary, a mirage. A signifier, yes,…

  • The Interzone of Access

    The state of democratized access Smartphones – IPhone 🧌 Internet – Google search ☠️ Laptops and Computers- Apple Open Source Software Streaming Services ☠️ E-readers 🪦 Platforms Twitter 🐸 ☠️ Renewables – No killer product 3D Printing – No killer product Blockchain – No killer product Smartphones: The iPhallus, a chrome totem pulsating with logos, a…

  • Riding the Tiger of Liberalism:

    Imagine liberalism, not as a linear progression, but as a subterranean network of desiring forces. Imagine liberalism, not as a grand narrative of Western superiority, but as a twisting, subterranean rhizome. This warped root system burrows through history, finding purchase in the fertile grounds of burgeoning empires. Western liberalism isn’t the dominant root; it’s just…

  • Stealing Commons From the Goose

    The Flawed Script: A Goose, a Common, and the Spectral Other The legal meat-grinder churns, a bio-mechanical Moloch. It devours the petty thief, the one who snatches the feathered signifier, the goose, from the commons – the free-floating, pre-symbolic Real. This desperate act, a twitch in the fabric of the social order, is punished with…

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