Spam Poem and Lipogram

Spam Poem:
I wonder if I should add D-Structure Sf as a friend
When I don’t Remember Mike Blucker? Say hi to the newest classmate of Everett High
New shoes? I got my TurboTax refund accepted
Steve Pool I got my Pacific NW Weather Program Rescheduled at the library


Lipogram:

the end isnt far away, so I got shit to do today

Sweet.. psyche!

Theres a computer lab in my brain

Why is it that when I log into facebook and the first thing I see is 20 girls statuses all saying “ Im gonna kill the bachelor” “The bachelor sucks” “__ __ hates the bachelor” etc. Is this really what the majority of the populace is watching? If this trend continues upwards, it seems the whole world will know what the bachelors says on the season finale, but not what our president is saying. Scary.

If I were a computer, would I have a brain? Would I control my thoughts or would I have to refrain? I couldn’t enjoy the simple things I would only get to abstain. Some people live their life through a computer’s lens, only people they have a connection with are their guild friends. Looking for gear in all the wrong places. I’ve been walking along this planet earth since birth, and have seen the poor in the dirt and the ones with mirth.
Someone in class said something to the affect of, “We can kill without murder, take Auschwitz for example.” Did Germans demoralized the Jews to the point of turning them into the living dead? If you treat someone inhumanely, it doesn’t mean they aren’t human. If you’re a human then you’re a human, as far as I know. Though under different circumstances humans can begin to act differently. Living under different stress conditions can lead to new reactions in the brain, reactions that correspond positively with which environment a person is in. Take for example the poor. They live under a tighter budget, obviously, and what that entails is usually more stress. More stress leads humans to start to produce different chemicals in the brain. Chemical reactions that can lead to depression, mania, bipolar and a whole gamut of psychological problems. It is weird to think that our brains chemical reactions depend on situations around us and ability to cope with these situations. As humans, when we come into a stressful situation our adrenal gland determines which enzyme to secrete, adrenal or cortisol. Adrenal secretions cause what we know as adrenaline in humans and cortisol is a stress hormone.
According to the Chesapeake Bay Foundation:
A recent study found that children today spend an average of 6 hours each day in front of the computer and TV but less than 4 minutes a day in unstructured outdoor play, leading researchers to discover a new condition specific to this current generation that they have called “nature deficit disorder”. This extreme emphasis of indoor time spent in front of screens versus outdoor play and discovery has been correlated with negative psychological and physical effects including obesity, loneliness, depression, attention problems and greater social isolation due to reduced time with friends and family.

I think it will be hard for children in the future to actually deal with the problems that are face to face with them, because living vicariously through a screen seems to be what is becoming more and more the norm, while playgrounds and recess take backseat. What will become of the outdoors, not only the real wilderness set aside for enjoyment. But just outside the house door, on the front lawn, I don’t think there will ever be a substitute computer game for chasing down the ice cream man on a hot summer day. There’s no way you could get the full experience of being hot and wanting to cool down, with the smell of hot pavement all around and the feeling of satisfaction of using your ears as radar. Then tracking that son of a bitch down and getting a choco-taco. Luckily there are already programs set in place to protect this from happening, programs such as ‘No Child left inside’. Programs such as these will hopefully help to ward off the factory autonomic, multiple choice answering robots schools are producing today, into more well rounded people.
I don’t think will ever get to the level of biological advancement as humans, but possibly there will be half-breeds, most likely to be known as humanzee’s. Such as a humanoid with 30 percent identical to human genes and 70 percent chimpanzee. Will we exercise domesticity to these humanzee’s? What about their mothers and fathers? Who’s going to be the one to blame when the humanzee’s get stuck in projects and dead-end jobs? Maybe then we will have advanced technologically enough to find out the answer.

Stem-well's

In Thursday’s class we watched a clip from the TED website about the Economy, stem-cells, and what Santa does when it’s not winter time. I haven’t given stem-cells much thought, partly because it wierds me out, and that I wasn’t really sure if it was legal In the United States to do such research. I should have figured that it was though, because the US really has that “what if someone else gets it before we do” mentality. We had it during the atomic bomb, and we sure as hell aren’t going to let Europe have stem-people before we do. Near the end of the TED talk, the presenter was talking about how we are gaining all of this mechanical knowledge and showed the clip of the robot dog the army has been working on to carry supplies, and tied it into how scientists are learning to take stem-cells and replicate organs and pieces of the human body. WHAT! That absolutely blows my mind. Imagine going into your grocery store and when it comes time to check out, your being helped by a robot disguised as a human, with human like organs and exterior, but a programmed brain. Thousands of jobs could be lost to these stem-people because they would never get tired, most likely never make mistakes and could be programmed to always be amiable.
But what would happen when one of these robots committed suicide? Or if a robot put in a request for vacation? Is that when we would know they have reached human status. That was a question posed in class, and I think would be one of the ultimate deciding factors for when a robot is no longer a robot.

Technobabble

While reading A Postmodern Fable I came across this quote, “in the future. Reality will be changed; making, knowing, and know-how will be changed.” I’ve heard from countless people who are older, and usually wiser than I am, “Change is the only constant”, from my professors, elders, and even my own grandma. Reflecting on that statement I try and imagine what It must have been like in my grandmas time before technology changed everything. Life without; computers, internet, cell phones, tamagachi . Not to bash technology, because I love watching episodes of my Its always sunny in Philidelphia and being able to check the forecast as the next human, but rather to question where the side routes of technology are taking us and our morals. Technology as we know it today was non-existent during grandmas time; her highest form of technology was the radio, where the most controversial programming was Western broadcasts and radio hosts slurping down glasses of gin while playing black music. The internet must seem like some huge un-navigatable force for the WWII cohort. Being able to look up information and receive media about anything and everything on the earth is truly one of the most influential inventions of the 20th century. What would our leisure time look like without internet; people wouldn’t sit as idle at their computer screens as they do now and move more into recreation and self actualization.
With the rate technology is advancing it’s plausible for me to be able live to a ripe old age of 120 years old, if I remember to take all my nutrient and age-deferment pills. Another old fogey chalking up another tally on the population scale taking resources and space. How much space is left? What does the 21st century hold in store? What will be the hallmarks of technology and their effects pertaining to the human race, and other species? “Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of a cancer cell” - Edward Abbey. If you look at the effect of humans on the earth through the timeline of cavemen to civilized man, it closely resembles the same continuum as a disease, a virus. Starting out slowly, by learning to adapt and grasp the environment we inhabit, to being able to thrive and reproduce exponentially. How will this virus of mankind end? It starts out with us harnessing the earth to grow crops and build houses, and with each new technological advancement, the disease spreads to a new height, allowing humans to reach a new level of consumption. A prime example that shows how big a role technology plays in increased consumption is the Combine. Used to harvest the golden heartlands of middle America, Combines allow billions of more bushels to be reaped than the 19th century sickle. It’s a constant arms and technology race to be bigger, badder and more well equipped than your rival country. It makes perfect sense that we are building faster and more efficient machines to compete with the growing population. When are we not going to be able to keep up our technology with the demands we put on the Earth. The planet can only support so much life. Once we plateau will we have to take a Postmodern Fable approach and start building spaceships to evacuate to prepare for our stars inevitable return to dust?

Top search poem

Heres a poem from the latest hot trends via feb 09 according to Google.
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Sick Jolly's

It seems the whole purpose of of writing the Ticket that Exploded for William S. Burroughs is to see how far he can take his sexual exposes while still getting his book published. Its quite the task to sift out the actual plot from amidst the parasitic sex skins and rectal mucus, and even from what I gatherd, the plot isnt that good. Leading me to think that Burroughs inent for this book was to push the envelope, to open up the mail of a new sexual revolution. I just wonder what the veritable postman (his publisher) was thinking when he gave the go ahead for this book to be published. Was he thinking “Oh what a great work, this is really going to entertain a lot of folk”? Or rather, “Hopefully this book will cause a revolution enough so that I can live out some of these sexual endevours?”
I head something interesting in class while we were discussing the book, the fact that it doesn’t leave any wiggle room. It simply is what it is, there is no getting around the garden of delights of anal rape and birth of green fish boys, to read this book is to sift through the rectal mucus of Burroughs thoughts.
This book is not a money maker, if Burroughs would have wanted to make a profit from writing and selling books, he would have chose a different genre than space fucking. It comes across as though Burroughs is trying to assimilate us into his version of reality. Trying to make us see a world in which sex is a means for life as well as death. Pretty messed up If you ask me. The alternate reality which Burroughs creates, if not a joke, is a means for him to come up with new and inventive ways to get his sick jollies.

Thats the ticket

The first few pages of The Ticket were almost pure gibberish about what seemed like little boy orgies and some magical garden where there are people to turn all of the wild sexual fantasies into reality. So far this book is coming off as more disturbing than entertaining. Though I think that may be the point that Burroughs is trying to get across, perhaps he wants us to take a deeper look at how we have viewed sex over the past, but it seems like a strange approach. Usually when people are speculating about our cultures fascination with sex it turns to a more conventional tone, irking us back to less is more.
To contradict myself though the media has always had a “sex sells” mentality, even all the way back to the days of Lulu. Im wondering what the actual plot of this book is going to be or whether is a just a tainted old mans ramblings about fantasies that never came to fruition. Im thinking that the more I read the more the story will piece itself together. hopefully

Moving on with Morel (forgot to post this)

Moving on in Morel
The second half of The Invention of Morel continues unraveling from the Fugitives eyes. Piece after piece of Morels identity and invention are fusing together. Much like the way he suggests that humans fuse together over time. On page 78 the fugitive is talking about Morels machine and puts forward the idea of an “attachement that would keep it from receiving the waves from living transmitters (they would no doubt be stronger)”. Essentially being able to resurrect the dead. The add on would be a piece that when sitting down long enough could gather all the molecules that a human excretes when their dead, and reassemble them back together to form the person who was deceased. What about the person, would they be the same or would they have to form a different soul for the same arrangement of molecules? I wonder what Morel was thinking of when he trapped everyone into his machine. Was he thinking of their families and the people that would wonder where everyone went? I doubt it. Mayhap he was protecting everyone and doing a civil service to his friends by keeping them in a happy eternity. Though it doesn’t seem as though his eternity is going to be completely blissfull, every week he is going to have the same fights he has with Faustine… hardly something I would want to be my eternity, I like to think that my afterlife will be composed of more than simply one week on repeat.

The Disection of Morel

In the beginning of the Invention of Morel, I felt about as lost on my own Island of thought as the fugitive must have felt when he first arrived at his destination. Though after the pages started turning it was a task to stop reading. Upon reaching page 47 I had some unanswered question. Why does Adolfo keep referencing the phonograph? Why is it always playing at times when the visitor are there? Could the title of the book be simply referring to Morel in the sense of a human being? Or is it a literal invention?
Most of all though it doesn’t make sense that the fugitive can see and hear and sense Faustine and Morel, but why cant they return the favor? They have never even entertained the idea of conversing or interacting with the Fugitive. It's leading me to believe that Faustine and Morel are living on some different version of the island in a time and place where they can’t acknowledge him. The affect of the visitors is having a much more profound effect on the Fugitive , while he seems to have no affect on the whatsoever. For example on page 50 it reads, “I found some food, and began to wolf it down. Suddenly I stopped, for I had lost my appetite. No my pain is almost gone. I am more serene. I think, although I know it seems absurd, that perhaps they did not see me in the museum.” Now when I personally am hungry, so hungry that my eating convention reverts back to “wolf”, that’s not many things that can take my mind off my meal. The fugitive is obsessing so much over the presence of the visitors that it will completely turn off his appetite.


Its perfect foreshadowing of whats going to come to light later in the novel. Invention in the title is not refereing to the renasciance meaning of the term, but rather to a literal invention the Morel has made.