Very cool visuals, but I thought it was a good anime to watch stoned, and obviously for me it isn’t. I had absolutely no clue what was going on.
Need to sit down and give it another go.
Enthusiastic sh.it.head
Very cool visuals, but I thought it was a good anime to watch stoned, and obviously for me it isn’t. I had absolutely no clue what was going on.
Need to sit down and give it another go.
The benefits of a healthy online space for discussion premised on shared interest and (ideally) quality are immense, no doubt. Good participation can bring people more of those benefits, and it would be foolish to dismiss them.
But at the same time, we folks in the West at least live increasingly atomized, lonely lives. While it’s certainly better than nothing, particularly if you experience barriers to IRL socialization (disabilities, mental health conditions, etc.), having your sense of community derived completely from the internet has drawbacks.
The medium is particularly vulnerable to manipulation, whether through artificial means or simply groupthink as a product of the specific actors involved (intentionally or not). It can create spaces with weird feedback loops that inform crazy outcomes (think of the incel movement, extremist movements of many colours, etc.). And it removes a bunch of context from the interactions which, on one hand, is liberating (only your words matter, regardless of social position, physical appearance, place of origin, medical conditions, etc.), but on the other is limited (nuances of speech, facial expressions, physical proximity, physical context re: where the interaction takes place - this all adds to the meaning of a given interaction).
As with most things, balance is key. Participate online, sure - you can have great discussions, build friendships, etc. - but recognize meatspace community has value, and should be tended to equally. We should be talking to the people physically around us more, and I truly feel one factor of the shit we wade through these days is that many don’t.
Me again.
It’s 2014. I’m writing an ill-conceived paper about LSD as a kind of ‘technological’ advancement in psychiatry and how that idea connects to themes in some American novels from the 1960s.
While researching, I come across a blurb about Hollywood Hospital, a facility in Vancouver BC that conducted LSD trials with their patients. This eventually leads me to a finding aid for a collection of lecture notes at Purdue University’s Archives and Special collections, where I learned the last person known to have the hospital’s files was supposedly one Frank Ogden.
Frank Ogden is an interesting character. A flight engineer during WWII, after the war he ran an airplane company at Toronto Island Airport. In 1961, after reading an article about LSD in a magazine he became interested in Hollywood Hospital’s activities. He sold his portion of the business, travelled to Vancouver and, in his words, “just knocked on the door”. With no medical background, but offering three months of free labour, medical director Dr. J. Ross MacLean hired him. Ogden took LSD under supervision twice, which was a relatively standard protocol for staff working with these patients. He then started working along side staff supporting these patients, which included ‘a large clientele from California’ - mostly said to be celebrities and the like looking for a kick.
Fast forward. Ogden eventually transitions to a career as a futurist under the moniker Dr. Tomorrow, living in a houseboat in Vancouver. He did speaking engagements, wrote books, hosted a radio show, etc. He died at 92 on December 29th, 2012.
Super interesting guy, and worth further digging into if you’re curious (I know I’m revisiting him now that I’ve written this, lol). But I noticed something interesting when I dug up his homepage. It was now redirecting to something called the Global Consciousness Project, a parapsychology initiative. This is a weird one - basically, the theory is that events causing widely experienced, shared emotions or attention could have an effect on the output of hardware random number generators, and fluctuations in output could be a measure of a ‘global consciousness’. It’s batshit, but fascinating at the same time. The questions I had at the time were “Why this, over anything else, as the redirect? What happened between May 3 2009 and February 17 2010 where this was the choice? Unrelated, but WHERE ARE THE FUCKING HOSPITAL FILES??”.
I walked away. Ultimately, I had a paper to finish, and while fascinating this was becoming a timesink. But this man lives rent free in my head to this day
Yep. Tried to make it all about me too, what with the crying and shitting myself.
“Fuck you Stanford, yer mum’s complaining about me dropping packets but it’s hard to keep things flowing when UCLA’s mum keeps using up all my bandwidth”
This guy ethnographys.
It’s available via Wayback (albeit not fully functional), so you know what? Yes!
MUSHROOM MUSHROOM
(I was hoping for cool little weird corners of internet history, or just regular people who used to have websites for interesting reasons, but I’ll take proto-memes too)
Damn, that’s a good question. Like a 6 or 7 on this scale, all told? Parents were good, wasn’t spoiled but didn’t want for much, some tension with my dad at times/impact of necessary absences due to military lifestyle, but he was generally a good dude.
Idk - I look back on my childhood fondly more or less.
Probably going to come back with other Wayback links of interest between today and tomorrow, but in the spirit of some of the responses so far:
Best paired with the following on repeat: https://youtu.be/zh1GCx2CcKM?t=0m48s
There’s a very particular warm, relaxed feeling I get whenever I visit this website.
I call it Zombo Calm, and it’s something special.
I fuckin’ love me some Time Cube. Great pull!
Dang! Works for me, but admittedly takes a bit longer to load than other links I’ve used. Is it giving a specific error, out of curiosity?
If truly hopeless, bask in this glorious homepage image:
I mean, I have reason to believe they’re not the most recent, but recentish:
The Varieties of Religious Experience
The Matrix
Julie Kavner
LAGEOS
Church of the Universe
A&M Records
Paris Syndrome
List of films featuring hallucinogens
I Got Plenty O’ Nuttin
Ryan Juanzemis
So they were shoes with a special plastic plate (particular Dupont formula that was really slippery), so they’d grind on rails.
Though us poor Xtreme pre-teens in Canada would use wooden benches on the playground with just enough ice to do this in sneakers, which was also fun.
The FUCK man?! You nearly gave me a heart attack!
Ngl this was my first thought. Or dig out a pair of those ol’ soap shoes and do a sick grind (practice first with both of these).
Every serious bullying incident I ran into growing up ended when a kid got popped in the mouth. Every unserious bullying incident made no impact when I knew if it got serious, I could pop them in the mouth and likely come out on top.
I’ve met way too many adults with personality issues that were a product of adults telling child them “physical violence is always wrong, just tell an adult, be the bigger person” etc. It always needs to be taught as a last resort, and it needs to be understood that even justified violence comes with consequences and other tools must be used first, but when you’ve done everything you’re supposed to and no one is helping to the resolve the problem, sometimes you have to do it yourself.
It ain’t pretty, and it ain’t ideal, but it’s the way it is.
Don’t quote me on this (haven’t seen it and only pulled partial clips before answering), but I think the audio just runs as per normal. Though it’d be kind of cool to have reverse audio as an option (if in a theatre, idk, have a set up kinda like what folks do for silent discos/some bluetooth device with serious multi-connection capacity or something, and people who opt for it have one earpiece in while the vanilla track plays in the room).
Only aware of it 'cause the rep theatre here did a screening once. Seemed cool.
Count from 1 to 10, then 10 to 1. With each number, relax your body a little more. When the mind strays, bring it back to counting. Repeat until unconscious.
If that isn’t working at all, get up, go to another room, play soft music at low volume on headphones, and depending on the circumstances read a book, jot stuff down, or just contemplate stuff. Chill until sleepy, then either go back to bed or just curl up where you are.