It’s rather strange to see a place (through Google Earth and Maps) where I used to live (Kadena, Okinawa), and find it utterly transformed from what I remember. Kadena Circle 2012 is an utterly different place from the Kadena Circle of 1970. There is no trace of the house I used to live in, which bordered the now expanded highway. When I lived there, there was a wall, then a ditch, then the highway. That house, walls, all of it- are now long gone. Even the sea wall I used to visit has been transformed. There’s a baseball field there now. And my old elementary school on the beach is gone, too.
If you can step out of the walled garden of Facebook for a while, the Real Internet holds a wealth of treasure. Being an audiophile, it’s also something of an instant gratification rush.
"Eldiabolik’s World of Psychotronic Soundtracks" is one of those little Internet gems you will NEVER find in the bland, noisome confines of Facebookistan. Here you’ll find all sorts of fascinating mid-century ‘psychotronic’ music of the sort that gets used ironically on shows like "This American Life".
Curators like this one add much value to the treasure trove that is the Internet. It is places like these, run by folks who have an obscure interest (like the old Mattel “Optigan”) who make it worth booting the computer every day.
Know a curator of interesting music, movies, art, or books? Let me know!
This really blew my mind. But to be honest, I haven’t shopped there since that big blowout. Not because of the whole ‘fair and square’ thing, though. It’s because they stocked crap clothing, and had rearranged the store in such a way that I could no longer find what I came to get. Crap clothing and screwing up departments is the true kiss of death.
“The Internet [isn’t] a physical world or a virtual world, but a human world. The Internet’s physical infrastructure has many centers, but from a certain vantage point there is really only one: You. Me. The lowercase i. Wherever I am, and wherever you are.”—Andrew Blum takes a journey to the center of the internet. (via explore-blog)
What men mean when they talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriend is often that she was someone who cried a lot, or texted too often, or had an eating disorder, or wanted too much/too little sex, or generally felt anything beyond the realm of emotionally undemanding agreement. That does not make these women crazy. That makes those women human beings, who have flaws, and emotional weak spots. However, deciding that any behavior that he does not like must be insane– well, that does make a man a jerk.
And when men do this on a regular basis, remember that, if you are a woman, you are not the exception. You are not so cool and fabulous and levelheaded that they will totally get where you are coming from when you show emotions other than “pleasant agreement.”
When men say “most women are crazy, but not you, you’re so cool” the subtext is not, “I love you, be the mother to my children.” The subtext is “do not step out of line, here.” If you get close enough to the men who say things like this, eventually, you will do something that they do not find pleasant. They will decide you are crazy, because this is something they have already decided about women in general.
“The first stage of seeing through the game can be a shocking enlightenment that leads either to a weary cynicism or Buddhism. The second stage of actually applying the insight to oneself can destroy the illusion of the soul and create a magician.”—
“What’s the value of the Internet? What’s its teaching? I think there’s a realization right around the corner: that though in one way the Internet allows us to deify an individualistic self image, in the same breath it reveals the fundamental unity of our circumstance. The big campaign for the last few hundred years has been isolated personalities, materialism, industry, and even the lone hero fighting it off that we see in existentialism: everything that makes the perception of our scenario a solitary being in an alien cosmos. Here the holistic is a minority. But now imagine if the Internet was just you. Yuck, right? Hellish even. Instead it is all of us, our collective consciousness squeezed though a tube of binary. It is our whole species’s mind bounced off of satellites and transmitted into these mirrorscreens. And we can’t stop doing it—it has become a compulsion. And it’s showing us to ourselves. And it’s just us, as one gent pointed out. To me it’s just what we need now. It’s a karma accelerating and amplifying engine: you can’t get away with shit now, it’s an inferno of consequences; and it’s a technology that enlivens the reality that we are all really in this together. That we are undeniably one of One. It’s precisely the lesson in metaphysics that our jaded perception demands for its very ontological evolution and biological survival. So when it comes to the future: the Internet is the Agenda. It’s a living mirror facing the web of life. It’s our jubilee dedicated to the jubilee we’ve all walked in on. It’s our most developed spiritual technology thus far.”—(via anti-teachings)
“Everyone is a magician. The only difference between a magician and the so-called non-magician is that the magician has admitted the case to be what it is and accepted responsibility for their natural effect upon reality, others, and themselves.”—(via anti-teachings)
Men who want to flirt with women have to realize: Women live in a state of continual vigilance about sexual safety. It’s like having a mild case of hay fever that never goes away. It’s not debilitating. You’re not weak. You’re not afraid. You just suck it up and get on with your life. It’s nothing that’s going to stop you from making discoveries, or climbing mountains, or falling in love. Sometimes you can almost forget about it. It doesn’t mean it’s not there, subtly sucking your energy. You learn to avoid situations that make it worse and seek out conditions that make it better.
If a female stranger is wary around you, it is not because she suspects you are a rapist, or that all men are rapists. It’s because a general level of circumspection is what vigilance requires. Don’t take it personally.
If this frustrates you, try to remember that women are blamed for lapsed vigilance. If a woman does get raped, everyone rushes to see where she let her guard down. Was she drinking? Was she alone? Was she wearing a short skirt? Did she go to a strange man’s room for coffee at 4am?
A woman must be seen to be vigilant as well as be vigilant. If she is deemed insufficiently vigilant, she will be at least partly blamed for any sexual violence that befalls her. If she’s regarded as downright reckless, that “evidence” can be used to completely exonerate her rapist. If it comes down to a he said/she said dispute over whether sex was consensual, as so many rape cases do, the dispute becomes a referendum on whether the woman seems like the sort of reckless person who would have sex with a stranger.
If a woman does go back to a strange man’s hotel room at 4am, even if she only wants a coffee and conversation, she’s more or less given him the power to rape her. No jury is going to believe she went up there for anything but sex. So, don’t be surprised if a stranger reacts badly to that suggestion.
Yes, this is my life. Yes, I’ve been in harrowing situations. Yes, I’ve developed a very finely honed, hair-trigger personal proximity warning system. It can flip from ‘safe’ to ‘unsafe’ in microseconds- just by observing the wrong body language, wrong distance, wrong interaction, and even wrong vocal artifacts. This is called “hypervigilance” in psychological parlance. It’s a permanent symptom and effect of PTSD. I hate it, but it’s here to stay- a permanent safety feature. If your presence or behavior sets off my alarms, don’t expect me to be at all nice to you.
I do not live in fear, but I am always, ALWAYS keenly aware of my surroundings. A non-eventful trip to Whole Foods can go from delightful to dangerous with one encounter with a stupid, clueless male who insists on following me and making comments about liking my hair. I don’t care if you like my hair or not. Don’t talk to me about it, then immediately ask if I am married. You deserved to have your sorry ass handed to you. Be glad I just verbally shredded you. I am now capable of doing much, much worse.
I wish it wasn’t this way. I would love to be able to give men a taste of what we have to go through. I’ll bet most of them would piss their pants. And then, maybe they’d treat us like people, instead of objects. That’s all I want. Treat me like a person. Treat me the way you would want to be treated. Is it that hard to do?
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