July 2011 Archives
1. leaders
2. followers
4. lawyers
10. women who try to be alpha males
22. MBAs
24. conformists
25. nonconformists
35. investment bankers
36. old-money snobs
37. new-money snobs
44. negotiators
60. the values instilled by video games (if it gets in your way, nuke it)
61. thinking about a future society run by people nurtured on video games
68. the proliferation of websites featuring naked people exchanging bodily fluids
69. the fact that those websites are more popular than yours or mine
71. losing half our free time to internet addiction
72. losing most of our day to meaningless work
73. having to play office politics
74. having to play golf with your superiors
83. "It's not what you know, it's who you know"
84. the "power words" used on resumes to impress employers
85. the fact that employers are impressed with power words on resumes
90. staying at a job you detest because the alternatives are even worse
93. executive bonuses that exceed your annual salary
103. watching everyone but you rise to the level of their incompetence
104. the annual incomes of CEOs
105. the writing ability of CEOs
113. downsizing profitable companies for the sole purpose of wooing investors
114. the fact that investors reward companies for downsizing
115. the fact that companies now exist primarily to woo investors
116. bonuses and stock options for executives who "trimmed the fat"
117. diet plans -- all 2,178 of them
136. yuppie parents jockeying to get their child into a prestigious nursery school
154. saying "yes" so we don't hurt the poor underpaid telemarketing agent's feelings
175. divorce settlements (both spouses lose; both lawyers win)
256. oxymorons like "military intelligence" and "corporate culture"
276. wealth without taste
277. taste without wealth
300. buying things on sale: spending money to save money
305. the ugly, insanely popular, hard-to-obtain toys that parents must buy to appease their children
306. the fact that parents NEED to appease their own children
309. the licensing of dead celebrities
310. people who gain an identity by wearing t-shirts with commercial logos
328. the fact that the entire economy of the free world is in the hands of gamblers
333. Wall Street, the world's biggest casino
344. excuses
351. "all men are created equal"
445. psychoanalysts who keep their patients coming back for 20 years
446. patients who still hope for a cure after being psychoanalyzed for 20 years
447. group therapy: a less expensive cure that doesn't work
448. electroshock therapy: a quicker cure that doesn't work
449. finally going crazy
450. psychiatrists who are crazier than their patients
456. the fact that there wouldn't be so many self-help books if any of them worked
494. peer pressure (ask any lemming)
519. the fact that the easiest way to succeed is to give motivational seminars
596. the inventiveness of women's excuses for saying no
597. the inventiveness of men's arguments for persuading a woman to say yes
647. corporate earnings forecasts
656. staying single because you think the other option is even worse
711. realizing that all the wise men, philosophers and self-help authors were clueless, too
712. knowing that the world is going to fall apart eventually
713. not caring if the world falls apart
714. "whatever"
--Rick Bayan
Don't be afraid to look stupid. The smartest thing anyone has ever said is "I don't understand."
--hossman
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt. Even those of the intelligent who believe that they have a nostrum are too individualistic to combine with other intelligent men from whom they differ on minor points. This was not always the case.
--Bertrand Russell
--hossman
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt. Even those of the intelligent who believe that they have a nostrum are too individualistic to combine with other intelligent men from whom they differ on minor points. This was not always the case.
--Bertrand Russell
Hello Hello Hello Is there anybody in there ? Just not if you can hear me Is there anyone at home ? Come on now I hear your feeling down I can ease your pain And get you on your feet again Relax I'll need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts? O.K. Just a little pinprick There'll be no more aaaaaaaah! But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do believe it's working, good That'll keep you going through the show Come on it's time to go. --Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb
Když jsem byl malý, říkali mi naši: | When I was young my parents told me:
"Dobře se uč a jez chytrou kaši, | "Learn good and eat the porridge of the brave,
až jednou vyrosteš, budeš doktorem práv. | once you grow up, you'll be a doctor of the laws.
Takový doktor sedí pěkně v suchu, | Such a doctor sits in a dry place,
bere velký peníze a škrábe se v uchu," | earns a lot of money and scratches his ears"
já jim ale na to řek':"Chci být hlídačem krav." | I told them: "I want to be a cowboy"
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R: Já chci mít čapku s bambulí nahoře, | R: I want to have a cap with a toorie on the top
jíst conkers a mýt se v lavoře, | eat chestnuts and wash in a pock
od rána po celý den zpívat si jen, | from the morning till evening just sing songs,
zpívat si: pam pam pam ... | sing: pam pam pam ...
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K vánocům mi kupovali hromady knih, | For the Christmas they were buying me a lot of books
co jsem ale vědět chtěl, to nevyčet' jsem z nich: | what I wanted to know, I could not read from them:
nikde jsem se nedozvěděl, jak se hlídají krávy. | I could not find how to take care about the cows.
Ptal jsem se starších a ptal jsem se všech, | I asked the elders and I asked all,
každý na mě hleděl jako na pytel blech, | everyone just stared at me
každý se mě opatrně tázal na moje zdraví. | everyone asked me cautiously about my health.
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Dnes už jsem starší a vím, co vím, | Now I'm older and I know what I know,
mnohé věci nemůžu a mnohé smím, | there are a lot of things that I can't and a lot I can
a když je mi velmi smutno, lehnu si do mokré trávy. | and when I'm sad, I lay down to the wet grass
S nohama křížem a s rukama za hlavou | With legs crossed and hands behind my head
koukám nahoru na oblohu modravou, | looking up to the blue sky
kde se mezi mraky honí moje strakaté krávy. | where between the clouds my mottled cows are.
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--Jaromír Nohavica - Hlídač krav
Take it! Take another little piece of my heart now baby Break it! Break another little bit of my heart now baby Have it! Have another little piece of my heart now baby You know you've got it, if it makes you feel good... --Janis Joplin - Take another little piece of my heart
On one side the ... visionaries, somewhat uncertain about the validity of their
revelations, embarrassedly speaking in new tongues (there never is, you know,
the satisfaction of a sound, right academic language for the new vision of the
divine), harassed by the knowledge of their own human frailty, surrounded by the
inevitable legion of eccentric would-be followers looking for a new panacea,
always in grave doubt about their own motivation -- hero? martyr? crank?
crackpot? -- always on the verge of losing their material achievements - job,
reputation, long-suffering wife, conventional friends, parental approval -
always under the fire of the power holders. And on the other side the
establishment (the administrators, the police, the fund-granting foundations,
the job givers) pronouncing their familiar lines in the drama: "Danger! Madness!
Unsound! Intellectual corruption of youth! Irreparable damage! Cultism!"
--Timothy Francis Leary
--Mignon McLaughlin
--Timothy Francis Leary
or
Visionar => See what everyone sees, hear what everyone hears, and think what nobody has thought before.or
Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers.--Mignon McLaughlin
If there's any word for this part of the world [Slovakia], it's perhaps "misunderstood" or "under-appreciated" or some such. Sure, it's a bit rough around the edges here and there, but hey, so am I.
--Jnthn
--Jnthn
And he said, Woe unto you also, ye lawyers! for ye lade men with burdens
grievous to be borne, and ye yourselves touch not the burdens with one of your
fingers.
Woe unto you! for ye build the sepulchres of the prophets, and your
fathers killed them.
Truly ye bear witness that ye allow the deeds of your fathers: for they
indeed killed them, and ye build their sepulchres.
^^^ ~0
First they ignore you. Then they ridicule you. And then they attack you and want to burn you. And then they build monuments to you.^^^ ~1914
He went to another tribe, where he again began to show them the value of his invention. People were interested there, too, a bit too interested for the peace of mind of their priests, who began to notice that this man was drawing crowds and they were losing their popularity. So they decided to do away with him. They poisoned him, crucified him, put it any way you like. But they were afraid now that the people might turn against them, so they were very wise, even wily. Do you know what they did? They had a portrait of the man made and mounted it on the main altar of the temple. The instruments for making fire were placed in front of the portrait, and the people were taught to revere the portrait and to pay reverence to the instruments of fire, which they dutifully did for centuries. The veneration and the worship went on, but there was no fire.^^^ ~1990
[Jenny] Hey, Forrest... were you scared in Vietnam? [Forrest] Yes. Well, I.. I don't know. Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out... and then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. there was always a million sparkles on the water... like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies one on top of the other. And then in the desert, when the sun comes up... I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It's so beautiful. [Jenny] I wish I could've been there with you. [Forrest] You were. [Jenny] I love you. [Forrest] You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father' s bulldozed to the ground. Mama... always said that dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest is... doing just fine. About to start school again so on, and... and I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day . I make sure he... combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play Ping-Pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He's so smart, Jenny. You'd be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote you a...a letter. And he says I can't read it. I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny... I don't know if Mama was right or if it.. it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know... if we each have a... destiny... or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze... but I..I think... maybe it's both. Maybe both get happening at the same time. But I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need... I won't be far away. --Forrest Gump
Life is an illusion. There one second, gone the next. Now you see it, now you
don't. Death is equally illusory. Suicide a farce. The desire to escape is
exactly as pointless as the desire to hang onto life. How can you clutch onto
or escape from a relentless click-clack process that continues despite the
mind's interpretation? And despite our "feelings" about it?
Ego attempts to turn itself off through anesthesia. Unconsciousness. Fast suicide or slow narcosis. Alcohol dulls the mind game and produces emotional stupor. Too much alcohol provides the anesthetic escape. Barbiturates and tranquilizers and sleeping pills are escape tickets bought by the frantic eschatological anesthesiologist.
The visionary revelation answers the escape question. There is no death. Ecstatic, mirthful relief. There is nothing to avoid, nothing to escape, nothing to fear. There is just off-on, in-out, start-stop, light-dark, flash-delay. Death, void, oblivion, is the split-second pause. I accept the on. I accept the off.
--Timothy Francis Leary
Ego attempts to turn itself off through anesthesia. Unconsciousness. Fast suicide or slow narcosis. Alcohol dulls the mind game and produces emotional stupor. Too much alcohol provides the anesthetic escape. Barbiturates and tranquilizers and sleeping pills are escape tickets bought by the frantic eschatological anesthesiologist.
The visionary revelation answers the escape question. There is no death. Ecstatic, mirthful relief. There is nothing to avoid, nothing to escape, nothing to fear. There is just off-on, in-out, start-stop, light-dark, flash-delay. Death, void, oblivion, is the split-second pause. I accept the on. I accept the off.
--Timothy Francis Leary
Emotions are caused by biochemical secretions in the body to serve during the state of acute emergency. An emotional person is a blind, crazed maniac. Emotions are addictive and narcotic and stupefacient. Do not trust anyone who comes on emotional.
Emotions are all based on fear. Like an alcoholic or a junkie, the frightened person reaches for his favorite escape into action. Commanding, competing, punishing, aggressing, rebelling, complaining, abasing, submitting, placating, agreeing, fawning, flattering, giving. The person in an emotional state is an inflexible robot gone berserk. What psychologists call love is emotional greed and self-enhancing gluttony based on fear. Moods such as sorrow and joy accompany emotions. Like a junkie who has just scored or an alcoholic with a bottle in hand, the emotional person feels good when he has scored emotionally, i.e., beaten someone up or been beaten up. Won a competitive victory. Gorged himself on person grabbing. Conscious love is not an emotion; it is serene merging with yourself, with other people, with other forms of energy. Love cannot exist in an emotional state.
--Timothy Francis Leary
Emotions are all based on fear. Like an alcoholic or a junkie, the frightened person reaches for his favorite escape into action. Commanding, competing, punishing, aggressing, rebelling, complaining, abasing, submitting, placating, agreeing, fawning, flattering, giving. The person in an emotional state is an inflexible robot gone berserk. What psychologists call love is emotional greed and self-enhancing gluttony based on fear. Moods such as sorrow and joy accompany emotions. Like a junkie who has just scored or an alcoholic with a bottle in hand, the emotional person feels good when he has scored emotionally, i.e., beaten someone up or been beaten up. Won a competitive victory. Gorged himself on person grabbing. Conscious love is not an emotion; it is serene merging with yourself, with other people, with other forms of energy. Love cannot exist in an emotional state.
--Timothy Francis Leary
When the day comes - as it surely will - that sacramental bio-chemicals like LSD will be as routinely and tamely used as organ music and incense to assist in the attainment of religious experience, it may well be that the ego-shattering effect of the drug will be diminished. Such may be one aspect of the paradoxical nature of religious experience.
The instruments of systematic religion are chemicals. Drugs. Dope. If you are
serious about your religion, if you really wish to commit yourself to the
spiritual quest, you must learn how to use psychochemicals. Drugs are the
religion of the twenty-first century. Pursuing the religious life today without
using psychedelic drugs is like studying astronomy with the naked eye because
that's how they did it in the first century A.D., and besides, telescopes are
unnatural.
I looked under chairs I looked under tables I try to find the key To fifty million fables I asked Bobby Dylan I asked the Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn't help me either People tend to hate me Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes they wanna shake my hand Focusin' on nowhere Investigatin' miles I'm a seeker I'm a really desperate man I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah but look at my face, ain't this a smile I'm happy when life's good, and when it's bad I cry I got values but I don't know how or why I'm lookin' for me You're lookin' for you We're lookin' at each other and we don't know what to do They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die... --The Who - The Seeker
He who knows not and knows not he knows not: he is a fool - shun him. He who knows not and knows he knows not: he is simple - teach him. He who knows and knows not he knows: he is asleep - wake him. He who knows and knows he knows: he is wise - follow him.
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