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PRETENSE

Until proven unfounded, my claims resound  to the detriment of engagement, more confrontational rhetoric than disillusioned debate like the politicking leaders of the modern nation-state and multi-national corporation. The issues and the interests paraphrased to elicit maximal support and minimal critique. I am the critic, reactionary and cynical—an amateur linguistic magician, incorporating onomatopoeia tantamount to a crash whip-crack into the working ass pulling the plow of industry; begrudgingly, the drudgery of this day-to-day is the blind and invisible hand of power tugging at the reins of Our genuine desires for the better, elaborate, intrinsically symbiotic societal scheme spoiled by misconceived threats and moral imperatives, where we’re misled systemically. It’s policy to deceive and propagandize.

I am the poet, born of the sub-urban-class workers just making a living and filling interior spaces with design and engineering, the epoch of an age of information, interconnection, and surveillance. Paranoid and perpetuating a twisted list of ideas. Wishing for a fairer distribution of possessions, wealth, and wages. Wishing for the right of free health care and education. I am a liberal, an academic, and an unmotivated ordinary citizen. Apathetic of being stranded on this big blue oasis as part of the historical development of an intelligent species hell-bent on perfectly ordered hierarchy. The right, the wrong, and the ignorant abstainers all bowing gracefully to the aggrandizement of the systems, the big structures, the Enchanted Forest, the post-modern concrete skyscraper greenhouses, and the White dynasty’s jets, caravans, camps, ranches, estates and mansions. I protest, an alternative? Who’s got the best position to determine the consequences of revolution? They, the proverbial they, they say, “You have to change things from the inside,” and I take that to mean more than just espionage or even toeing the party line for the time being. It’s a matter of projections, attitudes, and priorities.

So, I’m slow to know it, but this ineffectual rant is about as far as I’ve come to changing it by putting forth paradigms and with subversive rhymes all in the name of wild intellectual and emotional accountability.

I burn the powers that be with words in effigy, but I haven’t the courage to plan to part in the movement to demand that our schools be improved solely because of the opportunities accrued with each more prestigious degree. It’s a obsolete planned hypocrisy to ensure the system’s security is propagated by the wealthy and the military classes. Since, apparently, all a nation needs is a growing economy and the most powerful defense industry. So it all has to change, and its an insider’s game unless the masses lock-step behind a true cause of empathy rather than the politicking and polling propaganda machines.

Truth. Health. Access.

Speak it real.

Let us freely decide.

That’s my message, pretense, and imperative.

Truth. Health. Access.

Speak it real.

Let us freely decide.

Let the nation debate about the nation’s security.

Quit snobbishly intellectualizing it be beyond the commoner’s mind,

While back handily suggesting it’s our will to comply with your secrets and lies.

Truth. Health. Access.

What more can we desire than a fair field, and sound rules to keep the game alive?

how can i start a post worth reading?
what exactly do i want to accomplish?

i just want to share, like a child in front of the classroom, only this time, i'm prepared. ever wonder about the physical reality-- i mean the one transcendent of your perceptions? sure, great. a big "so what (now)" might immediately assault our intensional ignorance of the situation. it's not one that's remediable. the even more limited fact-of-the-matter is that i am probably departing from our common knowledge-base to make my ideas intelligible. still, i'll give it a shot because i'm not pretentious enough to distrust your ability to infer and contextually glean my meanings. the complete description of the whole modeled-event would include my ineptitude with communicating complex ideas. far too often in my philosophical career have i heard echoed "great ideas, awkward language." with all that in mind, let's take an excursion into the abstract connections of physics, metaphysics, and conceptions.

principles of mathematics. history of western philosophy. on being and nothingness. conceptual development of quantum mechanics. the god delusion. are all titles of books on my queue. so, for sure, i'm without certain experiences given to describe specific feelings about truth, but this is just something i do for my own satisfaction. i merely imagine someone eventually enjoying their encounter with this (and other) writing(s).

let's go:

sitting on the second floor of a townhouse-style shopping center in a two-bedroom intimately coupled dwelling above a barber and realtor, i take breaths of the moist new england aire. i loathe the simple superiority complex of the region. i know ignorance built these walls, and ignorance occupies my time. the method and meaning of mathematics is to develop the language of objects, references, and interactions. so they say that one could develop a model (given the time) to put all of these objects in motion, and suspiciously i'm lead to a godhead experience transcending my intimate experiences of sense-perceptions. this delusion of grandeur is quite convincing. if there is a description, there must be an interlocutor to describe it for all time. quite surreal it seems when the concept leads us to this, but if you bring it back before there were objects to describe you infer a creator. so it appears, at least to my faculties, to be the search for the universal self, connected throughout space and time, within the cause and effect paradigm. it's the universal identity that technically should afford such a description, and yet, it is a catastrophic error of inference. consciousness cannot protect us from the mathematical contradiction of initial cause all the way back from my shoddy apartment seated in front of a parking lot view. who knew it would lead to this? who knew that planet Earth would subsist and evolve, all-the-while continually revolve in an even grander structure interacting with others all stemming from nothing more than the oblique reality we call space and time? no one and nothing. meaning is an invention deriving from the conscious description of the system that is. isn't it? who knows? no one and nothing. and that tends to be my natural departure. my arrival, i thought, was a realistic environment of ethical discourse and solutions to the universal puzzles, but i've been duped. and so have you, unless you already assume, that the no one really cares about the truth, nor the objective position that each should be afforded what inherently they warrant and not receive in excess that of which they are undeserving. we're just too young of a species, our collective intellect is still embattled with struggling epiphanies over a timeless vision of how to survive, keep order, and thrive justified solely on the basis of personal freedom scaled by the utilitarian value of the dollar, the euro, the yen, and other recognized currency. well, you might ask, then what else? what more can we do as a blossoming youth of modernity? who knows? no one and nothing.

In a recent email, I became aware of an on-going battle between the AIP and physicist Jeff Schmidt based on his firing over his book Disciplined Minds, wherein (according to the email) "Based upon examples from physics graduate training and beyond, it provocatively critiques workplace hierarchy in general and the politically subordinate role of people hired to do creative work." [emphasis added]

Turns out, Jeff Schmidt's case was taken on pro bono publico and won PUNITIVE and COMPENSATORY JUSTICE! (in the form of a PUBLIC SETTLEMENT pdf file linked from his website.) Furthermore, another outcome of the case was discrimination remediation (as the email called it) in the AIP federation. (all the info)

Hell yeah! Score one for FREE EXPRESSION!! (I've been saying this for years as well. It's satisfying to see someone take a stand, get beat up for it, and come out ON TOP!) Score one for ANTI-DISCRIMINATION!!

It's 1:32 am EST, March 31, 2007. I just finished watching "Me and You and Everyone We Know". If you haven't seen it, and for any reason are reading my blog, you might enjoy watching it. It was a strange experience. I felt for people I didn't really understand, and ultimately had to conclude that the feelings I was having were situational. This struck me as odd, especially when the situations were expressed in such a way that you were left with the rationalization that everyone is crazy. Brilliant, if it was intentional. (I'm crazy, if it wasn't.) So, do I have any evidence to believe it was? Well, the shots themselves were coordinated so effectively that I am persuaded to say that it is. For example, as the shoe salesman (Richard Swersey) and video artist (Christine Jesperson), played by writer/director/lead Miranda July, are walking along a theatrical block discussing their hypo-metaphorical relationship, when they delve into their "in the moment" actual relationship, you are deceived to think that cinematic time slows, only to watch the car (from the corner of your eye of course) slow because of a trailing police cruiser. I was hooked. I certainly did not catch every little piece of savoir-Flare stuck all throughout this movie, but I was comforted by an appreciation of fresh artistic merit. I was also warmed by the casual and sincere pace throughout the entire show. Who are you cheering for, and why? Good questions.

I began thinking that I should write more, and not just poetry or stream of consciousness writing, but actually good writing. (Hah. Okay, so I think my poetry and stream of conscious are a somewhat ... Hmm.) I am thinking of the sort of writing you would be graded on in school or college. I haven't written a paper on anything interesting in two years. I used to imagine there was a correct answer that if I approached it deeply enough I could uproot the meaning and essence and bathe in it triumphantly. That's not exactly how things went, and that may be a short amount of time ago; still, I can imagine a situation where I would not write such a paper for another 3 years. If I were to write, however, I would like it to be on pieces of artistic merit in the 21st century. I believe "Me and You and Everyone We Know" as well as "i heart huckabees" have inspired such a switch in intellectual hobbies in me. The only problem is I would have to plan time to travel and visit galleries or keep up to date on present day works of contemporary art. I doubt I will begin such an endeavor unless surreptitiously, which appears to be impossible. So, It's not ever-lasting, but I will content myself presently with the wonderful time spent watching what I can. Macaroni.

(It's strange that "March is National Women's History Month.  What women are making history today?" is the question of the day on Vox.com for March 31. March ends tomorrow; I guess someone is trying to be sneaky and/or inspirational. Excellent. Doubtful I'd remember Miranda July, but I really love her name and what it touches right now. I'll also admit that she's somewhat inspirational, but someone might find it to be too awkward.)

approximately three-hundred eighty thousand feet
stretches the highway of
points A to B
separating
the work-week drudgery
from the ebullient release
of our reunion,
which i contemplate
repeatedly,
and thus
to my artful heart
flows all the color(s) of your love:
replete, and yet ebbing
between viscous and diffuse
and spontaneously reversing
coupled symmetry
like the waters whirl-pooling
about our ambitions and commitments,
goals and aspirations,
plans and realities:
tumultuous and exciting (are)
the rhythms and viscerality (of)
patterns and imagery--
the strengthening emotive song
swooning and mounting
:
i am yours
in thought and years,
body and spirit,
from the farthest and nearest distances,
i love-adore you,
and this i know
has entangl'd our souls
:
i am yours, freely and truly,
rising beyond-above
the moment's transcendental shove
into our metamorphisizing wondrous-love.

i love everyone.

i am so very grateful for all of the empathetic people out there in the world.

i am so very grateful for family, friends, and colleagues who have showered me with confidence and compliments.

i have this aching suspicion that tomorrow's BIG test will not go very well, but i know now that this doesn't matter. i will be able to receive my Master's. i will be able to follow my dreams without severely disappointing anyone because everyone has really made it a point that this is a personal decision, and they're just there to help.

i know that i am really, really lucky, and i just hope that one day i'll be able to say thanks in an appropriate way.

thank you, everyone. you are very much loved-- even if it's just in this obscure blog post (that you may not ever read).

i'm going to start writing some thank you cards next week. :-)

++++++++++++++

UPDATE:
Exam Passed, Research going well: Possible Paper coming up!
Haven't written the "Thank You Cards" yet. :-( Should get on that...

the water glass constrains the liquid;
the liquid fills its container,
and then overflows...

I prefer a Democratic Operating System!!

Way to drop the ball Vox.

Here's an interesting question of the day... apparently CNN.com thinks that Tom Kean, Jr. is running for RE-ELECTION in New Jersey.

Kean campaign HQ targeted by vandals

MOUNTAINSIDE, N.J. (CNN) -- The contentious New Jersey senate race became even more hostile Tuesday after the campaign headquarters for Republican candidate Tom Kean Jr. was vandalized.

Police in Mountainside responded to a call shortly after 7 a.m. from a Kean campaign worker who said he was locked inside the commercial building that serves as the hub for Kean's re-election campaign, Mountainside Police Capt. Richard Osieja said. Police found that all six entrances to the single-story building had broken keys jammed in their door locks and the main entrance was chained with a padlock, he said.

Within hours of the discovery, Kean's campaign manager, Evan Kozlow, accused Democratic challenger and incumbent Bob Menendez of being behind the act. "It appears the Democrats have already resorted to Election Day tricks," Kozlow said. "Desperate ploys such as (this) will not prevent us from informing voters that Bob Menendez is under federal criminal investigation and is unfit to serve in the United States Senate."

Menendez's camp immediately fired back, saying they were not responsible for the vandalism. "We had nothing to do with it," Menendez spokesman Brian Fallon said. "This is typical trash on Election Day. It's a ridiculous accusation. Tom Kean Jr. has been trying to distract the public's attention with false charges against Senator Menendez and he's continuing to do that in the final hours of the campaign."

Mountainside police are investigating, Osieja said. --From CNN's Stacey Francisco Bush's Cronies?? (QotD)

It's not cool to talk about politics, religion, or sexual orientation.

So, anyone still think this Administration isn't full of lies and deceit?!