<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:58:13.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simulacra - Now at thesimulacra.net</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I share my thoughts with  whoever wishes to listen. I cover a range of things, from my own writing, links, pictures, quotes etc. The main aim of the blog is to observe what it means to be human.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114942779904252566</id><published>2006-06-04T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:16:24.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simulacra moves on...</title><content type='html'>Well, I have finally got myself a proper host and have set up a shiny new version of the blog over at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimulacra.net"&gt;thesimulacra.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or more accurately: &lt;a href="http://thesimulacra.net/journal"&gt;thesimulacra.net/journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it looks a bit better, and will be a bit more versatile than the blogger platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bookmark it up, I'll be posting there from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, looks like someone has spammed the blog, but I am too lazy to go through and delete all the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114942779904252566?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114942779904252566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114942779904252566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114942779904252566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114942779904252566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/06/simulacra-moves-on.html' title='The Simulacra moves on...'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114928477682638129</id><published>2006-06-02T21:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:46:16.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effect Of Music</title><content type='html'>Busy time has more or less ended so hopefully I'll have the updates up a bit more frequently in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the radio a couple of days ago and heard this lady ring in complaining about the effects of rock music on the "Youth of today". Her arguments were laughable, including "no-one has ever come out of a classical concert and shot someone"citing the Columbine massacre as an event of this kind. Wagner? Hitler? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did however make me think about what effect music can have on any of us, and what influence it can hold over the way we think and act. For example a lot of parents are worried about gangster rap and music that glorifies violence, calling for it to banned. However, for me personally I find it more important to look at where this type of music is coming from in the first place, and why people choose to listen to it. Censorship isn't going to solve the problem if the music is a result of an underlying attitude or ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, an artist writes a song about what s/he feels, as an expression of taught or emotion, to begin with at least. Certainly once you get to the mass market stage it can be argued that some music has no real feeling behind it, but at the roots of a genre the music is an expression of the feelings of an individual, or a group. So music with an affinity to violence has grown out of a person who feels the need for violence to express themselves. Why do people feel like this? And why would someone else choose to listen to such music? I think a parent should really be looking for the underlying reason their child is drawn to that kind of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once things get big time and media pressure etc causes people to start listening to music that glorifies violence not out of choice, but out of conformity, then you have the possibility of people developing those kinds of ideals and feelings without really realising it. Is music on its own enough to make a young person pick up a gun? I doubt it, but music is a large part of culture, and culture shapes us in many ways we may not appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not saying anything new here, just highlighting that it is wrong to blame music solely for problems, but appreciate things may have effects on us that we may not initially appreciate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114928477682638129?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114928477682638129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114928477682638129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114928477682638129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114928477682638129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/06/effect-of-music.html' title='The Effect Of Music'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114876526593856979</id><published>2006-05-27T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T22:29:37.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohr Philosophy</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update today (and probably for the coming week or so) as I am ridiculously busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fantastic podcast/blog I have found called &lt;a href="http://morephilosophy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mohr Philosophy&lt;/a&gt; by Todd Park Mohr, he is just starting a series on Nietzsche at the moment. He also posted some pictures of &lt;a href="http://morephilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-of-mohrphilosophy.html"&gt;his house&lt;/a&gt; the other day, which made me pretty jealous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check it out, well worth a listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114876526593856979?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114876526593856979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114876526593856979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114876526593856979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114876526593856979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/05/mohr-philosophy.html' title='Mohr Philosophy'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114825517646208525</id><published>2006-05-22T00:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:54:22.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://electricsheep.org/"&gt;http://electricsheep.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really interesting screen saver program. It's made up of lots of linked renders called sheep (like the one below), which people can make themselves and submit. They all link up to create a morphing psychedelic visual experience. When it is on it downloads new sheep and circulates them round, with the more popular ones living longer.&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights out and put on some good ambient/trance and you are sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://sheepserver.net/v2d6/cgi/node.cgi?id=10458"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sheepserver.net/v2d6/gen/202/10458/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114825517646208525?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114825517646208525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114825517646208525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114825517646208525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114825517646208525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/05/electric-sheep.html' title='Electric Sheep'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114782112274322902</id><published>2006-05-16T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:12:02.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>Can we ever really be content?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want more or better. I find it almost impossible to live in "the now". I always am thinking about how I can improve things, what would make things better, which often results in me missing what is good at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have hope, and dreams. But it's is also important not to miss the now, or life just passes by...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114782112274322902?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114782112274322902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114782112274322902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114782112274322902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114782112274322902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/05/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114765118642208367</id><published>2006-05-15T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:59:46.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Money and Depression.</title><content type='html'>What does wealth and security give us? If you look at the people who get depressed, or moan about all their problems, they are not always the worst off people, but often the better off. At school, a lot of the people who became depressives were people from "stable" (or at least richer) homes, and I feel this might be partly due to wanting some sort of adventure outside of this stability. It's easy to take good things for granted if you have never experienced the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems relating to depression are growing in this country, even though we are getting richer and richer. Perhaps this is because in the past we had to spend all our time working to afford food and shelter, while nowadays we have far more time to think. Why this thinking should lead to feeling bad is something I am less sure on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is related to the media, and all the bad news that is reported. Maybe it is just wanting attention, or social integration, or even love, which can sometimes be gained through letting people know you are suffering so they come and care for you. Maybe as jobs have become more detached from first hand production people don't feel worth in what they are doing. Maybe it's just "thinking about the wrong things"(something I am hoping to write more about later) etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answer, they are just some Ideas. But if money and security doesn't buy you happiness, what does?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114765118642208367?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114765118642208367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114765118642208367' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114765118642208367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114765118642208367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/05/money-and-depression.html' title='Money and Depression.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114704377149961943</id><published>2006-05-08T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:17:26.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scanner Darkly</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are interested, the official "A Scanner Darkly" website is online &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/ascannerdarkly/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, looks good. Some stills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/320/15.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114704377149961943?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114704377149961943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114704377149961943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114704377149961943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114704377149961943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/05/scanner-darkly_08.html' title='A Scanner Darkly'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114695716067342172</id><published>2006-05-06T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:12:41.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound Of Silence.</title><content type='html'>Something I dislike about the social "norm" (in this country at least) is the way that, when you are in a group, there always needs to be speech. If nobody speaks for a few seconds, the situation begins to feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we feel the need to cram every moment we are with other people with talking? We can't really be experiencing what is happening, or listening to life around us if we are talking over the top all the time. Not to say that talking isn't important, we can learn so much from talking to people, but most of what we feel cant be pinned down and formed into words. The very act of trying to force a feeling into speech destroys the experience of having that feeling in the first place, we move from "feeling" to "doing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I guess we have a lot of time alone to listen and feel, and when we come together with others that is a time to try and express some of those sensations. To try and share some of our existence with others, to feel part of humanity, feel the warmth of communion with other souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening through the &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/reith2006/"&gt;Reith Lectures&lt;/a&gt; on Radio 4, given by the conductor Daniel Barenboim. He has been talking about how he feels the ear has become neglected in this "visual society", and although I wouldn't agree with a lot of what he says, he has a point. Listening seems to have become a forgotten sense in some ways. I feel we might be missing out on so much by not taking enough time to really listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To listen, to &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; listen, alone or with others, is something so important, and so enlightening. Not necessarily to something specific, like music, but just to the world around us, the sound of living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114695716067342172?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114695716067342172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114695716067342172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114695716067342172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114695716067342172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/05/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound Of Silence.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114652302763709702</id><published>2006-05-01T23:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:45:34.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Night.</title><content type='html'>Night, So radically different to the day.&lt;br /&gt;For most people, "life" is what happens during the day, at work, at school etc, meeting people, talking, feeling the world around you... So what does that make night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally seem to spend a large chunk of my time "living" at night, I love the quiet, the relative solitude, I always seem to get more done, think more, grow more, at night. Perhaps because I don't have the distractions that I have during the day. Throughout the day I am restless, I feel there is something I should be doing, somewhere I should be, an obligation to be using my time “productively”; but at night, I feel my time is my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I did a paper round. This involved getting up at about 6am, and riding around the town delivering papers. Now, although I couldn't bring myself to get up every day at 6am now, there was something I loved about being out and about at that time in the morning. Riding around the town, barely seeing another soul about, when normally the town is full of people. It was as if the whole world was asleep, and I had this special view of things that few other people got to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is a similar thing with night, I feel detached from other people, from daily life, and this gives me a different view on everything around me. I generally read a lot at night, which probably means I blur the line between reality and fiction as it gets later, causing me to become even more detached. Night time becomes this place so much more in the mind, no more or less "real" than the day, just… different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114652302763709702?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114652302763709702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114652302763709702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114652302763709702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114652302763709702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/05/night_01.html' title='Night.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114615167594453669</id><published>2006-04-27T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:28:48.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naqoyqatsi Forum.</title><content type='html'>I have not looked at all of these yet, but some of them are excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naqoy.com/forum/forum.asp"&gt;http://www.naqoy.com/forum/forum.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naqoyqatsi is also one of the best films ever, well worth a watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114615167594453669?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114615167594453669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114615167594453669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114615167594453669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114615167594453669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/04/naqoyqatsi-forum.html' title='Naqoyqatsi Forum.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114565948403100683</id><published>2006-04-21T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:51:31.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search For Happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;What disturbs and depresses young people is the hunt for happiness on the firm assumption that it must be met with in life. From this arises constantly deluded hope and so also dissatisfaction. Deceptive images of a vague happiness hover before us in our dreams ... and we search in vain for their original ... Much would have been gained if through timely advice and instruction young people could have had eradicated from their minds the erroneous notion that the world has a great deal to offer them. - Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pessimistic as this is, I think he does have a point here. We get promised so much in youth (and throughout life), none of which ever really delivers. Not to say there isn't a lot of Joy in the world, but often things never quite live up so expectation, especially from a materialistic point of view. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's interesting how we can go searching for something and find the total opposite. For example: Some people play online video games to find social acceptance, which is never really found, and in the process lose any social life they had in the real world. Or, people look for happiness in materialism, but end up just as depressed as they ever were. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as the "happy" routes that are presented to us so often don't deliver, maybe it is only the paths with a less obvious destinations that really bring the happiness we are looking for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114565948403100683?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114565948403100683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114565948403100683' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114565948403100683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114565948403100683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/04/search-for-happiness.html' title='The Search For Happiness.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114513227057303118</id><published>2006-04-15T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:47:05.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch..ch..changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;In an interview with Gilbert in Hermann Göring's (the Nazi) jail cell during the Nuremberg War Crimes Trials (18 April 1946):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Göring: "...But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy or a fascist dictatorship or a Parliament or a Communist dictatorship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Gilbert: "There is one difference. In a democracy, the people have some say in the matter through their elected representatives, and in the United States only Congress can declare wars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Göring: "Oh, that is all well and good, but, voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was an interesting quote for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. It seems to support my post the other day about fear, and how people need and want fear, to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;2. The way he talks about convincing people that they are being attacked, in order to make them submit. I guess this is how a lot of people would view the role of the "war on terror". It's interesting to see how ideas have been around for so long, but we often forget. It's easy to fall into "Oh, the world must be getting worse", or "look at all these new terrors" when that may not be the case. Not that I am saying the world isn't getting worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a similar vein, I was watching a film from the 80's, and the director was talking about technology taking over our lives. And now, 20 years on, we are still talking about technology taking over our lives, like it is a brand new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps at our core humans never really change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114513227057303118?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114513227057303118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114513227057303118' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114513227057303118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114513227057303118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/04/chchchanges.html' title='Ch..ch..changes.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114471017194484843</id><published>2006-04-10T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:03:31.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation.</title><content type='html'>I think it is easy to forget what memories, reality, science and "fact" really are. Just because you can remember something doesn't mean it's true, just because experimental theory points to something doesn't mean it's true. There is no such thing as absolute certainty, almost any hypothesis is ultimately as viable as any other. I can say "magic makes the world go round, it looks like gravity, but that is just magic tricking us", and there is no way you could prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to go all "society", but I think this is something that isn't appreciated in mainstream education. Science is presented as this almighty truth, when that is not necessarily the case. It's possible, if not scientific, that we &lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;created by the flying spaghetti monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, science, logic and rationale have their place, life would be very difficult to live if you wanted to doubt everything around you all the time. But I also think it's important to take a step back now and then and ask "Is this true?", "Is this real?", "What if what I have been led to believe isn't the case?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm getting at is that we need to question what is real, what is true, and why; To be open to possibilities, to not necessarily discard things as crazy, certainly not without some understanding of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114471017194484843?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114471017194484843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114471017194484843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114471017194484843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114471017194484843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/04/creation.html' title='Creation.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114425949203550016</id><published>2006-04-05T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:51:32.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Idleness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Far from idleness being the root of all evil, it is rather the only true good."&lt;/em&gt; - Søren Kierkegaard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree? I think I agree to a certain extent, in that we can spend so much time making plans, and keeping busy, because we worry that if we don't we will miss out on things in life. There is a definite pressure to "live life to the full" so to speak, to experience as much as we can in our lifetime. I think, although this may have a place, it can be a bad mindset to adopt. How valuable is any experience if we don't take the time to appreciate what has happened to us, to look at how it felt, how it has changed us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the time of reflection, and appreciation, is just as important as the experience itself, and this reflection comes to me in a time of "idleness", of the body at least. I'm not sure if this was what Kierkegaard was getting at, but I think it is an important thing to consider none the less, especially with so many people saying "live life to the full".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114425949203550016?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114425949203550016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114425949203550016' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114425949203550016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114425949203550016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/04/idleness.html' title='Idleness.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114402131750513337</id><published>2006-04-03T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:55:47.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Picture.</title><content type='html'>Wallpaper this time: (Click &lt;a href="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/5249/backorange3qe.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for full size) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/400/backorange.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114402131750513337?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114402131750513337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114402131750513337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114402131750513337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114402131750513337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-picture.html' title='Another Picture.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114392033470249180</id><published>2006-04-01T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:38:55.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture.</title><content type='html'>Been having a go with Photoshop, made this which I was quite pleased with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/320/waveysimuava.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using it as my new display picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114392033470249180?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114392033470249180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114392033470249180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114392033470249180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114392033470249180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/04/picture.html' title='Picture.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114365228472271795</id><published>2006-03-29T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:05:36.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brutality is respected. The people need wholesome fear. They want to fear something. They want someone to frighten them and make them shudderingly submissive. Why babble about brutality and get indignant about tortures? The masses want them. They need something that will give them the thrill of horror.&lt;/em&gt; - Ernst Röhm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agree?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In modern society you only need to look at the popularity of newspapers like "The Daily Mail" to see just how much humans long to read about misery. I have heard people ring into radio stations convinced that if they leave their house they will be attacked by some young thugs, or blown up by terrorists. From basing too much of your reality on one source, in this case newspapers, you can eventually develop this view of the world. Of course, that is an extreme example, but I think all of us feel this fear to some extent or another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fair enough, the media publishes bad news because that is what sells, which must means that is what we want, to hear about suffering. The horror genre attempts to satisfy the same desire, people like to feel fear, to feel there is evil around them. Why? Perhaps this is part of human nature, perhaps it is something to be overcome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If so, are we overcoming this desire? Brutality is perhaps less obvious than it was in say, roman times, but maybe we are just receiving the same sort of material through different channels. I think any change, or freedom from widespread fear, has to come from a change of attitude in each individual, not be presented by some media house. I don't think the media is really to blame for presenting this "STREETS OF TERROR" attitude to us, the whole population decides what the media should put emphasis on. And we decide this is what we want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114365228472271795?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114365228472271795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114365228472271795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114365228472271795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114365228472271795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/03/fear.html' title='Fear.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114348337222278510</id><published>2006-03-27T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:16:12.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SOAP.</title><content type='html'>Snakes On A Plane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/snakesonaplane"&gt;http://www.tagworld.com/snakesonaplane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is the actual title.&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114348337222278510?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114348337222278510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114348337222278510' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114348337222278510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114348337222278510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/03/soap.html' title='SOAP.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114346289363394939</id><published>2006-03-27T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:34:53.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flammarion Woodcut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/1600/Flammarion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/320/Flammarion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the use of education if we do not become creative, conscious and truly intelligent? Real education does not mean knowing how to read and write. Any stupid person, any fool can know how to read and write. We need to have intelligence and it only awakens within us when the consciousness awakens.&lt;/em&gt; - Samael Aun Weor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114346289363394939?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114346289363394939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114346289363394939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114346289363394939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114346289363394939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/03/flammarion-woodcut.html' title='The Flammarion Woodcut.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114332915031502677</id><published>2006-03-25T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:25:50.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Redesign.</title><content type='html'>I have gone for a lighter blue look, hopefully it is a bit easier on the eyes for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114332915031502677?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114332915031502677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114332915031502677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114332915031502677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114332915031502677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/03/redesign.html' title='Redesign.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114331151177504463</id><published>2006-03-25T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:32:29.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Podcast.</title><content type='html'>I am no great podcast listener, but I am liking this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toeradio.org/"&gt;http://www.toeradio.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not updated too often to lose track of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good men eat and drink that they may live."&lt;/em&gt; - Socrates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114331151177504463?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114331151177504463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114331151177504463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114331151177504463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114331151177504463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/03/podcast.html' title='Podcast.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114321011064367230</id><published>2006-03-24T14:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:32:48.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Dead or Alive.</title><content type='html'>I am starting to believe more and more that there are two teirs of humanity, which I call "Alive" and "Dead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead: A human that is alive, but exists only to eat/sleep and "do". With no reason behind their actions, no consideration, no wish to understand or question actions, no longing for internal understanding and honesty. People who get up, go to work, shape their reality through the TV/newspaper, go to bed, repeat. People who accept a generic "happiness", without consideration of what that word even means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive: People that live, but do what the dead people don't. People who have depth, substance, who are really alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think any person has a moments in each of these tiers, and at different times in life will be in diferent mindsets. I also think which tier you are in is (more or less) within the individuals control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114321011064367230?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114321011064367230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114321011064367230' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114321011064367230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114321011064367230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/03/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead or Alive.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114320966841099801</id><published>2006-03-24T14:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:14:28.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Waking Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The trick is to combine your waking rational abilities with the infinite possibilities of your dreams. Because, if you can do that, you can do anything."&lt;/em&gt; - Linklater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114320966841099801?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114320966841099801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114320966841099801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114320966841099801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114320966841099801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/03/waking-dream.html' title='Waking Dream.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114098962280812451</id><published>2006-02-26T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:27:14.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear Sunscreen.</title><content type='html'>Download: &lt;a href="http://www.sugarbox.com/Baz.Lurhmann-Everybody.Is.Free.To.Wear.Sunscreen.mp3"&gt;http://www.sugarbo.com/Baz.Lurhmann-Everybody.Is.Free.To.Wear.Sunscreen.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;Floss&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;Stretch&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium.&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..&lt;br /&gt;Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;Travel.&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114098962280812451?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114098962280812451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114098962280812451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114098962280812451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114098962280812451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/02/wear-sunscreen.html' title='Wear Sunscreen.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114096732078192570</id><published>2006-02-26T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:22:00.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Genius.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.toeradio.org/archives/2004/10/program_10.html"&gt;http://www.toeradio.org/archives/2004/10/program_10.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." - Philip k. Dick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114096732078192570?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114096732078192570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114096732078192570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114096732078192570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114096732078192570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/02/genius.html' title='Genius.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-114061869015435778</id><published>2006-02-22T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:31:30.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Laura Veirs on Radio 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio2/shows/long/upcomingsessions.shtml"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio2/shows/long/upcomingsessions.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New A Scanner Darkly Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themoviebox.net/movies/2005/STUVWXYZ/Scanner-Darkly,A/trailer.php"&gt;http://www.themoviebox.net/movies/2005/STUVWXYZ/Scanner-Darkly,A/trailer.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-114061869015435778?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/114061869015435778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=114061869015435778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114061869015435778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/114061869015435778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113943054792494178</id><published>2006-02-08T20:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:29:44.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Trek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1714106.html"&gt;http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1714106.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://earthacademy.org/interview01.html"&gt;http://earthacademy.org/interview01.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113943054792494178?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113943054792494178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113943054792494178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113943054792494178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113943054792494178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/02/trek.html' title='Trek.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113883686304822716</id><published>2006-02-01T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:34:23.063Z</updated><title type='text'>Atrocity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atrocity is recognized as such by victim and predator alike, by all who learn about it at whatever remove. Atrocity has no excuses, no mitigating argument. Atrocity never balances or rectifies the past. Atrocity merely arms the future for more atrocity. It is self-perpetuating upon itself — a barbarous form of incest. Whoever commits atrocity also commits those future atrocities thus bred.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both  by Frank Herbert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113883686304822716?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113883686304822716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113883686304822716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113883686304822716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113883686304822716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/02/atrocity.html' title='Atrocity.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113865109746981253</id><published>2006-01-30T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T21:39:48.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Darkplace.</title><content type='html'>I had forgotten how good this was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://avalonuk.com/tv/iframe_tv_darkplace_big.htm"&gt;http://avalonuk.com/tv/iframe_tv_darkplace_big.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113865109746981253?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113865109746981253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113865109746981253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113865109746981253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113865109746981253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/darkplace.html' title='Darkplace.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113854129013834829</id><published>2006-01-29T13:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-29T13:28:10.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/1600/trainblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/320/trainblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113854129013834829?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113854129013834829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113854129013834829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113854129013834829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113854129013834829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/blue.html' title='Blue.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113822802994595739</id><published>2006-01-25T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:27:37.323Z</updated><title type='text'>OGLE-2005-BLG-390Lb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/4647142.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/4647142.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113822802994595739?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113822802994595739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113822802994595739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113822802994595739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113822802994595739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/ogle-2005-blg-390lb.html' title='OGLE-2005-BLG-390Lb.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113805754064671073</id><published>2006-01-23T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:05:40.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Logic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. ~ Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Logic: The art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding. ~ Ambrose Bierce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Logic is a careful, serious, systematic method of coming to the wrong conclusion with absolute confidence." ~ Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic restricts your reality, if you let it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113805754064671073?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113805754064671073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113805754064671073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113805754064671073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113805754064671073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/logic.html' title='Logic.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113776313413209853</id><published>2006-01-20T13:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-20T13:19:27.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Crap Artist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/factual/pip/0xd5l/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/factual/pip/0xd5l/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth a listen. (30mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113776313413209853?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113776313413209853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113776313413209853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113776313413209853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113776313413209853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/confessions-of-crap-artist.html' title='Confessions of a Crap Artist.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113749781080646902</id><published>2006-01-17T11:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:37:28.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Labels seem to give satisfaction. We accept the category to which we are supposed to belong as a satisfying explanation of life. We are worshippers of words and labels; we never seem to go beyond the symbol, to comprehend the worth of the symbol. By calling ourselves this or that, we ensure ourselves against further disturbance, and settle back. One of the curses of ideologies and organized beliefs is the comfort, the deadly gratification they offer. They put us to sleep, and in the sleep we dream, and the dream becomes action. How easily we are distracted! And most of us want to be distracted; most of us are tired out with incessant conflict, and distractions become a necessity, they become more important than 'what is'." -&lt;/em&gt; Jiddu Krishnamurti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113749781080646902?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113749781080646902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113749781080646902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113749781080646902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113749781080646902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/dream.html' title='Dream.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113728601209022093</id><published>2006-01-15T00:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:46:52.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Impale.</title><content type='html'>A link to restore your faith in humanity: &lt;a href="http://www.jonathonforgovernor.us/Home_page.html"&gt;http://www.jonathonforgovernor.us/Home_page.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113728601209022093?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113728601209022093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113728601209022093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113728601209022093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113728601209022093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/impale.html' title='Impale.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113702525688173378</id><published>2006-01-12T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:50:52.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Human.</title><content type='html'>"The authentic human being is one of us who instinctively knows what he should not do, and, in addition, he will balk at doing it. He will refuse to do it, even if this brings down dread consequences to him and to those whom he loves. This, to me, is the ultimately heroic trait of ordinary people; they say no to the tyrant and they calmly take the consequences of this resistance. Their deeds may be small, and almost always unnoticed, unmarked by history. Their names are not remembered, nor did these authentic humans expect their names to be remembered. I see their authenticity in an odd way: not in their willingness to perform great heroic deeds but in their quiet refusals. In essence, they cannot be compelled to be what they are not." - Philip K Dick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113702525688173378?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113702525688173378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113702525688173378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113702525688173378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113702525688173378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/human.html' title='Human.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113691706171567145</id><published>2006-01-10T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T18:19:02.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Lake of the Isles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/1600/Lak_by_intao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/400/Lak_by_intao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to: &lt;a href="http://intao.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://intao.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113691706171567145?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113691706171567145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113691706171567145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113691706171567145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113691706171567145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/lake-of-isles.html' title='Lake of the Isles.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113685136420147948</id><published>2006-01-10T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:02:44.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Sand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chir.ag/stuff/sand/"&gt;http://chir.ag/stuff/sand/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113685136420147948?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113685136420147948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113685136420147948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113685136420147948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113685136420147948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/sand.html' title='Sand.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113675984570188703</id><published>2006-01-08T22:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:17:04.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Answer.</title><content type='html'>This is by Jiddu Krishnamurti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I maintain that Truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect. That is my point of view, and I adhere to that absolutely and unconditionally. Truth, being limitless, unconditioned, unapproachable by any path whatsoever, cannot be organized; nor should any organization be formed to lead or to coerce people along any particular path. If you first understand that, then you will see how impossible it is to organize a belief. A belief is purely an individual matter, and you cannot and must not organize it. If you do, it becomes dead, crystallized; it becomes a creed, a sect, a religion, to be imposed on others. This is what everyone throughout the world is attempting to do. Truth is narrowed down and made a plaything for those who are weak, for those who are only momentarily discontented. Truth cannot be brought down, rather the individual must make the effort to ascend to it. You cannot bring the mountain-top to the valley. If you would attain to the mountain-top you must pass through the valley, climb the steeps, unafraid of the dangerous precipices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I agree... I agree that truth can be, to some extent, gained through effort, but perhaps it can also be "given"? And is there one answer to "the question"? Or many? Or one for each person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113675984570188703?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113675984570188703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113675984570188703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113675984570188703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113675984570188703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/answer.html' title='Answer.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113668213093134161</id><published>2006-01-08T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:57:03.683Z</updated><title type='text'>The Plague.</title><content type='html'>A definition: The Plague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I refer to the "Plague" I mean the rot that exists at the centre of humanity. I believe that there is a core problem, which all other problems stem from, a rotten core. I think that any policy/movement etc will be futile until this core problem is solved.&lt;br /&gt;How is it solved?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anybody knows. Various religions/people/products/lifestyles would claim they do, and one or some of them are correct, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;I personally belive the plague can only be cured through divine intervention, but I dont really have any great basis to support that. That's not to say there's nothing the individual do to combat the plague, but, i'll leave that for another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really believe that if there's any kind of God, he wouldn't be in any one of us -- not you, not me, but just this space in between. If there's some magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone else, sharing something. Even if it's almost impossible to succeed, but who cares, the answer must be in the attempt." - R. Linklater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113668213093134161?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113668213093134161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113668213093134161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113668213093134161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113668213093134161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/plague.html' title='The Plague.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113658566784533113</id><published>2006-01-06T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:18:56.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>Well, my computron has finally returned, so hopefully I will be updating regularly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Don't buy a computer from MESH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thought Project: &lt;a href="http://www.simonhoegsberg.com/"&gt;http://www.simonhoegsberg.com/&lt;/a&gt; (requires flash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every revolutionary idea seems to evoke three stages of reaction. They may be summed up by the phrases: (1) It's completely impossible. (2) It's possible, but it's not worth doing. (3) I said it was a good idea all along." - Arthur C. Clarke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113658566784533113?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113658566784533113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113658566784533113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113658566784533113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113658566784533113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2006/01/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113438662181379803</id><published>2005-12-12T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T11:24:50.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Break.</title><content type='html'>My computer has decided to die, so there probably wont be many updates here for a while until I can get it sorted. Not sure how long that will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, check &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pkdlw/howtobuild.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113438662181379803?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113438662181379803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113438662181379803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113438662181379803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113438662181379803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2005/12/break.html' title='Break.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113408930068444265</id><published>2005-12-08T23:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:54:20.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Logos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://opera.answers.com/Logos."&gt;Logos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To see a World in a Grain of Sand&lt;br /&gt;And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,&lt;br /&gt;Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;And Eternity in an Hour." - William Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113408930068444265?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113408930068444265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113408930068444265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113408930068444265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113408930068444265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2005/12/logos.html' title='Logos.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113399326144583229</id><published>2005-12-07T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:09:09.463Z</updated><title type='text'>The Camera Eye.</title><content type='html'>Is it better to keep photographs? Or just rely on your memories?&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a place for both, a place for photographs, to jog your memory, and get a clear picture of "times gone by", but, I think there is another dimension to the past that is only held in your mind, that might be corrupted from reliving the moment through a photograph. I think the most important thing is to make sure you experience your life yourself, and not through a camera lens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113399326144583229?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113399326144583229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113399326144583229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113399326144583229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113399326144583229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2005/12/camera-eye.html' title='The Camera Eye.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113391217227231829</id><published>2005-12-06T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:45:12.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Receding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/1600/bownblast5-12-05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/400/bownblast5-12-05.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It still feels like autumn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to be alive? To have breath? To be conscious? I personally don't believe that is sufficient. Are you alive if you willingly let your life be controlled by something external to yourself? For example, your poloticians, the TV, a "lifestyle". Of course, it is impossible for these things not to have an effect on you, but do you willingly give yourself up to these forces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, that to be alive, is to take control of your own reality, to have your own perception. What does that mean? It's a fairly personal thing I guess, but for me it means coming to my own conclusions about what my senses percieve, and more importantly, the feelings outside of my five senses. Like I mentioned in my previous post, knowing why you do things is vital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PKD has a fantastic, slightly different definition: "The authentic human being is one of us who instinctively knows what he should not do, and, in addition, he will balk at doing it. He will refuse to do it, even if this brings down dread consequences to him and to those whom he loves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you "born" through some sort of revelation, or is it "in your genes", or can you earn it yourself? I'll save another post for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore it if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own minds." - Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113391217227231829?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113391217227231829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113391217227231829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113391217227231829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113391217227231829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2005/12/receding.html' title='Receding...'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113381020544976673</id><published>2005-12-05T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:27:52.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Perspective.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/1600/test4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/572/1927/400/test4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click for full size)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://huishuo.blogspot.com/"&gt;SPB&lt;/a&gt; for creating the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups...So I ask, in my writing, What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms. I do not distrust their motives; I distrust their power. They have a lot of it. And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing." - Philip K Dick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113381020544976673?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113381020544976673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113381020544976673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113381020544976673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113381020544976673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2005/12/perspective.html' title='Perspective.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113373768947149137</id><published>2005-12-04T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:09:32.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Nurture your children for half the price!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sky.com/skycom/home/?DCMP=OTC-sky.co.uk"&gt;Pay 50% less for 3 months!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book." - Groucho Marx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113373768947149137?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113373768947149137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113373768947149137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113373768947149137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113373768947149137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2005/12/nurture-your-children-for-half-price.html' title='Nurture your children for half the price!'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113364555841746919</id><published>2005-12-03T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:10:44.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Through the meadow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap050909.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/796/moonriverouelletf111112dx.jpg" border="0" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the greater gift, your own mind? Or the world around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113364555841746919?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113364555841746919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113364555841746919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113364555841746919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113364555841746919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2005/12/through-meadow.html' title='Through the meadow...'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113356689947576646</id><published>2005-12-02T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:00:32.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Reason, Reality and Rationale.</title><content type='html'>My number one (maybe) Philosophy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This isn't a "command", it is merely my own philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why you do things, everything you do, you should know why. If you are not able to present a reason, that you personally see as valid, for why you do something, why do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;So many people do things for no reason, without thinking. Of course, what is a "valid reason" varies from person to person, but I think there are a few things that can be discounted:&lt;br /&gt;-Laziness.&lt;br /&gt;-"Everyone else does it"&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People put such little thought into what they do, you only need to ask "average Joe"; Why do you drink? Why do you watch TV? Why do you read that book? How is that beneficial to you? To find that they have not thought in any great depth about what they are doing. We live in a society of apathy, often it is not conscious to the individual, but perhaps an unconscious apathy is worse than a conscious one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you have your own life if you are not even in your control of your own actions, if you are not observing your reality and responding in a considered fashion? Surely you are not really living your own life, just the life that you see presented to you as "normal" or "proper".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why you do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other." - Eric Hoffer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113356689947576646?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113356689947576646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113356689947576646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113356689947576646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113356689947576646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2005/12/reason-reality-and-rationale.html' title='Reason, Reality and Rationale.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113347372241085317</id><published>2005-12-01T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:41:59.233Z</updated><title type='text'>What Are Simulacra?</title><content type='html'>A Simulacra, in it's most pure form is a "copy of a copy". However, it is slightly more than that, often a simulacrum would be a copy that has changed so much from it's original that it can no longer be said to be a copy. Or, a copy of something that no longer exists, or has been forgotten, so only the copy remains.&lt;br /&gt;For Example, a piece of art painted from a photo could be called a simulacrum, especially if the original object of the photograph no longer exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me onto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are humans simulacra? And If so what of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are simulacra of everything we experience, everything that shapes our reality. As a basic example, someone who obsessively reads newspaper scare stories ends up being controlled by those stories, their whole life becomes one giant scare story. Of course, in reality, we draw from far more sources to create our world view, but is our interpretation of events just limited by what we have experienced, if so are we just copying what we have alread seen in our own fashion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would believe we are a simulacra of god:&lt;br /&gt;In Genesis it says: "God created humankind in his own image"&lt;br /&gt;But what does that mean? Are we a "less powerful/clever/aware" version of God? Perhaps we are similar to God in a cosmetic sense? Perhaps there is a little bit of God inside each of us? Perhaps God made us to act in his place? Or of course, perhaps there was never a God, and we are a simulacra with no original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are also simulacra of ourselves, there is always "yourself" behind every action you do, observing and thinking almost independently of your other "self". Perhaps both of these "yourselves" are simulacra of each other, if that is the case, where do "you" lie, somewhere in between?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my deifnition of Simulacra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can never finally know. I simply believe that some part of the human self or soul is not subject to the laws of time and space." - C.G. Jung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113347372241085317?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113347372241085317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113347372241085317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113347372241085317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113347372241085317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-are-simulacra.html' title='What Are Simulacra?'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19464896.post-113338873620234919</id><published>2005-11-30T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T19:17:30.980Z</updated><title type='text'>The Simulacra.</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the simulacra... Rambling, from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening To Philip Glass alot recently, (he has a great "listen to his music" thing here: &lt;a href="http://www.philipglass.com/html/pages/glass-engine.html"&gt;http://www.philipglass.com/html/pages/glass-engine.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His range of styles, and the sheer depth of his music seems to have captured me in a way i havn't felt before, fantastic "before sleep" pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading though the Transmigration of timothy archer (as mentioned below), which is amazing, as expected from PKD. It deals with death in ways quite differently to anything I have read before, looking alot at why people have the will to live, and how strong that force is. Quite fitting i guess, as it was the last book he wrote before his death, a fantastic final work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Reading: The Transmigration of Timothy Archer - Philip K Dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "I am a fictionalizing philosopher, not a novelist; my novel &amp; story-writing ability is employed as a means to formulate my perception. The core of my writing is not art but truth. Thus what I tell is the truth, yet I can do nothing to alleviate it, either by deed or explanation. Yet this seems somehow to help a certain kind of sensitive troubled person, for whom I speak. I think I understand the common ingredient in those whom my writing helps: they cannot or will not blunt their own intimations about the irrational, mysterious nature of reality, &amp;, for them, my corpus of writing is one long ratiocination regarding thisinexplicable reality, an investigation &amp; presentation, analysis &amp; response &amp; personal history. My audience will always be limited to those people." - Philip K Dick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19464896-113338873620234919?l=thesimulacra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/feeds/113338873620234919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19464896&amp;postID=113338873620234919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113338873620234919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19464896/posts/default/113338873620234919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesimulacra.blogspot.com/2005/11/simulacra.html' title='The Simulacra.'/><author><name>Edd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145903823636755054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4211/waveysimuava2ef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
