February 12th, 2006


7 of Pentacles: the Internet

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watched "The Bob Cummings Show" yesterday, a program from the 50's featuring folks who'd later turn up on ... Beverly Hillbillies, Dobie Gillis and the Dick Van Dyke Show.

More Levenda ("A Warm Gun")
The word "real" and the word "royal" are inextricably linked. Indeed, in some languages the word for "real" and the word for "royal" is the same, such as Spanish real. Reality is, in this view, linked with Royalty; what is real is what is part of the kingdom, the "real estate." What is outside the kingdom is, therefore, outside of reality. It is not "royal," hence it is not "real." This speaks to Robert Anton Wilson's concept of "consensus reality," mentioned in the previous volume. Reality is a shape-shifter, dependent as much on political observations as it is on scientific observations. And these decisions and observations are not usually the prerogative of the individual citizen. An essential part - a fundamental part - of the social contract, and imposed from the top down, is a general agreement as to what constitutes reality. To deviate from that agreement is to deviate from society - the kingdom, the real estate, the state religion - itself. It is to become, in a sense, a Satanist, a worshipper of an adversary; or a witch, a worshipper of an unapproved God.

[ compare with Deleuze & Guattari's remarks on "Royal Science" and, what th'hey, Levenda's own characterization of Paul Kurtz, Carl Sagan and Martin Gardner as "New Puritans" ]

Tire Sale Confidential
locals will be aware of rumors surrounding the disappearance of a local Television Meteorologist. first thing i heard was "heroin overdose" / which those who haven't had a junkie in their lives immediately translated to "he dead." actually none of this would've started if not for the Local Paper running a piece denying all knowledge about a topick no one previously cared about (if a weatherperson isn't on the air, must of us assume he/she has taken some time off). the heroin surprised me, as the guy looked like a steroid freak. in Roanoke's defense, very little was made of the individual's jolly rancherdom / to Roanoke's shame, the local media followed up the revelations/denials with "Rest easy, Roanoke, we have apprehended the Negro Dealer who supplied Mr. L with the dread substance." yep, i'm sure the guy forced him to shoot up at gunpoint (and when Mistah Weatherdude relapses, i doubt that any locals will sell to him / too risky...). and i should point out that not all of the City's unfortunate attitudes are homegrown: City Attorney Bill Hackworth, among others, is a transplant.

Naval Intelligence visiting airports
make of it what you will: "if you see anybody out on the ramp wearing scuba gear, be sure to check for ID. they're testing us."
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