05:55 pm
Dzejojot darbiņu par ieslodzījumu vietām un noziedzniekiem - 'Prison is good but I should't be here' - uzdūros ļoti intriģējošiem iepazīšanās saitiem.
1. Female Inmates Seeking Pen Pals aka "Jailhouse-Babes"
2. Meet - an - Inmate
3. Inmates For You!
Mani piesaistīja 27 gadus jauna skaistule, kas saņēmusi mūža ieslodzījumu par 1st degree murder, kidnapping and robbery, viņa sludinājumā norāda, ka ir as guilty as they come, bet tāpat arī mīloša, inteleģenta un emocionāli nobriedusi persona, kura meklē kādu ar kuru dalīties savos pārdzīvojumos un diskutēt par mākslu, laicīgo un pārpasaulīgo. Nu, nu, nu.
10:28 pm
“We have to create culture, don't watch TV, don't read magazines, don't even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you're worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you're giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told 'no', we're unimportant, we're peripheral. 'Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.' And then you're a player, you don't want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that's being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.”
― Terence McKenna
11:59 pm
Act Two. On The Border Between Good And Bad (no 15:20).
'Three or four men between the ages of 25 and 35 are drinking at the bar, and like the man who has just entered, wear three piece suits and loosened neckties. They are probably lawyers-- young, unmarried lawyers-- gossipping with their brethren over martinis so as to postpone arriving home alone at their whitewashed townhouse apartments, where they will fix their evening meals in microwave ovens, and afterwards, while their TVs chuckle quietly in front of them, sit on their couches and do a little extra work tomorrow. They are, for the most part, honorable, educated, hardworking, shallow, and moderately unhappy young men.'