Happy birthday you sad, overrated motherfucker.
May. 7th, 2015 | 12:12 pm
I am holding a very critical view towards the interest and naive trust Sigmund Freud has generated towards his work and persona. In my humble opinion - academically documented orgies (not necessarily in a sexual way) with cocaine, heroin, ones academic success combined with an absolutely enormous ego (it is so big, that it overshadows everything Sigmund does, it enforces a bias, possibly denying a new, exciting and, most importantly - objective truth being born (if such truth had seen light, it definitely would have been born Freud being alone (or, pardon me - whilst two gentle men beat the shit out of poor Sigmund, because of his inability to do anything else than manifest ones ego, overshadowing literally everything but itself and it's witty appeal). Unconsciously the greatness of him always is on top of his priority list. If there would be a partner to Freud's thinking (it should be "a think-buddy with whom he could loose oneself in the joy of happening together in a thought, in a feeling"), if Freud had accepted a partner in his thinking process, if he had respect for another human being, if he had given a slightest fuck about truth and psychoanalysis – we might be living in a different world.
Sadly Freuds pathological behaviour makes the thinking process a dead end, his books – a pile of pathologically ill egomaniacs notes – but still – of great value, I won't deny. Like diamonds in shit.
Truth is secondary to Freud. Simply put - Freud's dick is primary and nothing get's past Freud's dick. It matters more than truth, because little Sigmund is concerned if there is any shine and glory left for his dick after facing even a glimpse of truth. A dust of absolution. Is there life after death? The relationship between his dick shining in glory and truth putting an end to this comfort bothers him as much as life after death bothered the earliest of thinkers. Little Sigmund is scared. And burries this question deep somwhere next to - do I really want to fuck my mother and why the hell have I spent so much time thinking about it.
This truth to which one believes will never get, because one subconsciously hates oneself and has very low self-esteem. The possibility to propose a journey towards discovering something excitingly absolute, real and true together with a partner with whom one has the opportunity to happen (no such aspirations seem to radiate from Freuds personality – if something happens, it's Sigmunds dick and surrounding praise of it.
If I'd be able to travel back in time, I'd interrupt his and his partners mental masturbation session and make them dance – starting with tango, then shattering their world with rocknroll like Marty McFly does in Back To The Future. We'd be living in a different world.
The truth about Freud and his dick is – the man is so fucked up in owns issues and possibly even not aware of them or having only had a glimpse of the surface of this so scary truth. Like struck with thunder, he bounces like a ball back in his carefully designed wonderland of false purpose and self-praise and after supressing a little bit of shameful feelings turns back to delight provided by no moral obligation to restrain oneself from appearing a smartass motherfucker – embracing random nightmares with convenient, handy constructions and myths. To this purpose his scientific background serves as an unquestionable and infinite source of energy. A little nightmarish playworld of his own.
It's a matter of having the balls to face yourself. And publicly humiliate [unable to face fear and rejection?] oneself and coming to new terms with his regular environment. One requires to accredit the new-found truth in society. Needs to be able to learn to swim in it. Needs the qualities that will save him from drowning in newborn obstacles. One needs to be a decent human being. I doubt he would have made it. I think he knew it. And that's why we eat his shit today. The question is why? Mother of God, why?
This miserable necessity to justify being an asshole as a human condition, it being fine, as long as you talk about it in fancy enough terms (formula of what makes pornography pornography crosses my mind) - one has employed his drama skills to wrap this so nicely up. Irresistable. Delight. In an ill mans wonderland. That feeds you with a proposition (both conscious and open, both subconscious) that you're an intellectual human being, and your penis or vagina is most definitely if not as noteworthy as Frueds, it's still something, you know.
The tragedy here is - there is no vector here - towards healing, evolution or whatever, no vector - just the a blab about this and that - an OK to publicly manifest and masturbate ones ego in varying intensities. But it never get's anywhere. Anywhere new. Or anywhere productive - narrative-enriching exciting. You never feel that evolutionary stream touching your feet. Just an eventual numbness in the center of ones head.
Being an unquestionable person as-is of himself, cocaine must have been the thing that re-affirmed his high confidence, eventually turning it in a delusion. If you think you're the smartest asshole in the room - you're in bad company.
I die a little, having contemplated on how this man, having taken this big shit where we all eat, got away with it. Come on! We're still eating it. Is that alright? No.
Whilst writing this I inevitably noticed some shreds of parallels with my own personal development struggles. Mostly past. And inspiration to reflect on a new angle here and there. But it's not me who this is about.
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updated my linkedin.com profile
May. 7th, 2015 | 06:05 am
mood: bad-ass
updated my linkedin.com profile:/lv.linkedin.com/in/zaralustra
Summary:
Involved in various types of technological, scientific & humanitarian activities.
Sometimes do graphic design, desktop publishing, illustration work.
Words and pictures are my virtue. I complement one with the other with light hand and confidence.Cheerleader of Socrates, Aristotle, David Hume, Immanuel Kant, a stripper for Carl Gustav Jung & Erich Fromm. A true brother of Martin Luther King Jr.
Holding a view that Alexander Piatigorsky was the last philosopher of modern day. Surprised and inspired by him being able to spring even under the oppressive hand of soviet and post-soviet Russia's dementia. Viewing it as a miracle, really.
Aged 23 I had the misfortune to relive and meet that very same fate of Socrates - more or less for a crime of similar nature. Differences - the suicide was forced. I survived. And 3 years later - in May 2012, "amid the unrest caused by the Greek government debt crisis, an international panel of judges and lawyers held a mock re-trial of Socrates in Athens, resulting in an acquittal of the accused."
I do believe that this trial was an honoring of my unfortunate fate and the sacrifice I had made, an honoring of everything I believe in.Am Holding an ambition to surgically remove the unhealthy dose of Freud from our daily lives using the method of chemistry of thought, invented by myself aged nineteen, feeling like a total bad-ass, not having been rejected his order of a pint of beer and lightheartedly lighting up a cigarette that masked up the being of me then - immature, troubled boy, that did not believe he would need a psychologist. Little did I know.
Back to the main topic of this paragraph - Freud is not the father of psychoanalysis, Freud is the father of his dick in any of his colleagues and your mothers face.By necessity am a one man partisan army in these strange times. Front-line is in the other end of the end-line. In the meantime - fuck war. Pretty much would consider myself being a human rights activist. Muffled.
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draft of a formulation. of opening up a dialogue that matters, hub number one
Apr. 28th, 2015 | 10:52 am
I'm glad that at least the staff knows that I'm not insane. in case that all sounds mental - it is believable that it could be viewed as such, not unmistakeably perceivable. my apologies, I have been institutionalized by matrix.
referring to (both mine and your) human dignity, honor, an obligation not to allow your friend to get at the wheel of a car if he is drunk. and your mom. I assure you these things really do matter. nothing much else at the moment on this planet matters more than the issues touched in the previous post. what's terrible - that very few people understand the importance of being a responsible human being. especially - in times of crisis. in my opinion a very serious crisis. if we fuck up on this - I doubt that this society would continue. I'm a depressed person, but even to me it still seems way too much fun to refuse from.
from my viewpoint - we have no more than two decades left on this planet [the last 5 years would be hell on earth, but things starting to seriously deteriorate after the first decade would have already made our lives pretty miserable and certainly - very stressful], continuing on like this - passively mostly, from time to time bursting out in neurotic panic campaigns. continuing so - the planet might still pull through somehow. but will the people pull through somehow? I doubt.
we're out of touch. choking on the consequences of knowing too much about everything, sadly not knowing shit about the necessity to refurbish the architecture of education, focused on quantity of knowledge, lacking in depth and vision [you can easily call it - sense of tact], choking on greed and excessive optimism, dancing with creativity till the point it drops motionless because of you allowing that self-sufficient sparkling joy, curiosity and optimism to become distorted, forced into conformity with our regular ticky-tack. capitalism demands it. and lives are overcrowded. not necessarily with people.
how lenient you are towards the demands and temptations of making a profit - that to me, you and everyone we know is a choice. anyhow, I am certain that we're more than one step too far already. so too it is possible to loose the ability to give a fuck. the terrifying fact is - it happens slowly. there's something similar with smoking and lung cancer. the irrational idea (based in hope) that it won't or, if you're a person who believes in the concept of luck, think that it, at least hopefully, shouldn't happen with you.
so we tick and tack, slowly falling asleep to life in it's full spectrum of human experience [being human] can provide (the possibilities theoretically are endless).
you should never stop giving a fuck. don't go to sleep, not giving a fuck. the moment you stop caring - you might find yourself waking up ever closer to death. from the other end it is - falling asleep to your life. as in - becoming less attentive to it.
my chaotic reflections have run out of spark for the moment.
the main thing - you should never stop giving a fuck.
before I take my fingers off the keys, I think about when I'll meet with this thought-space again. if I would be a person that smiles often, I would smile now.
draft of formulation? a formulation of a platform from whcih dialogue can emerge. while researching and thinking about the possibilities of creating such platform one must put his ego aside. and strive to be a decent human being. the process was effortless and fun. not that it was easy, but the necessary elements somehow brought themselves together. the rest is honesty and dance.
referring to (both mine and your) human dignity, honor, an obligation not to allow your friend to get at the wheel of a car if he is drunk. and your mom. I assure you these things really do matter. nothing much else at the moment on this planet matters more than the issues touched in the previous post. what's terrible - that very few people understand the importance of being a responsible human being. especially - in times of crisis. in my opinion a very serious crisis. if we fuck up on this - I doubt that this society would continue. I'm a depressed person, but even to me it still seems way too much fun to refuse from.
from my viewpoint - we have no more than two decades left on this planet [the last 5 years would be hell on earth, but things starting to seriously deteriorate after the first decade would have already made our lives pretty miserable and certainly - very stressful], continuing on like this - passively mostly, from time to time bursting out in neurotic panic campaigns. continuing so - the planet might still pull through somehow. but will the people pull through somehow? I doubt.
we're out of touch. choking on the consequences of knowing too much about everything, sadly not knowing shit about the necessity to refurbish the architecture of education, focused on quantity of knowledge, lacking in depth and vision [you can easily call it - sense of tact], choking on greed and excessive optimism, dancing with creativity till the point it drops motionless because of you allowing that self-sufficient sparkling joy, curiosity and optimism to become distorted, forced into conformity with our regular ticky-tack. capitalism demands it. and lives are overcrowded. not necessarily with people.
how lenient you are towards the demands and temptations of making a profit - that to me, you and everyone we know is a choice. anyhow, I am certain that we're more than one step too far already. so too it is possible to loose the ability to give a fuck. the terrifying fact is - it happens slowly. there's something similar with smoking and lung cancer. the irrational idea (based in hope) that it won't or, if you're a person who believes in the concept of luck, think that it, at least hopefully, shouldn't happen with you.
so we tick and tack, slowly falling asleep to life in it's full spectrum of human experience [being human] can provide (the possibilities theoretically are endless).
you should never stop giving a fuck. don't go to sleep, not giving a fuck. the moment you stop caring - you might find yourself waking up ever closer to death. from the other end it is - falling asleep to your life. as in - becoming less attentive to it.
my chaotic reflections have run out of spark for the moment.
the main thing - you should never stop giving a fuck.
before I take my fingers off the keys, I think about when I'll meet with this thought-space again. if I would be a person that smiles often, I would smile now.
draft of formulation? a formulation of a platform from whcih dialogue can emerge. while researching and thinking about the possibilities of creating such platform one must put his ego aside. and strive to be a decent human being. the process was effortless and fun. not that it was easy, but the necessary elements somehow brought themselves together. the rest is honesty and dance.
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foundations of society, last minute to have a future
Apr. 28th, 2015 | 10:43 am
mood: wah, a wormhole just opened
music: Decolonising Universities - Claude Alvares
http://klab.lv/users/dooora/1128306.htm
I wouldn't call this man and people alike simply people or teachers. They're the last hope this darned planet has. but no one has the time and courage. and what else - the ability (sooner it's a curse) to give a fuck. and no one enjoys the stability needed for a life that could be marked as lived. and it's hard to imagine for the people in charge to suddenly shift from the regular "let's hook tonight" and have a laugh about this circus happening in the background. shifting that "snot in the wind" (but who cares, if business as usual (but, really - totally NOT. there's the thing - business is not as usual. but whatever, right?) posture, would be really hard. shifting towards - being a responsible human being and a great leader - yeah, that would be nice, wouldn't it? but who likes to take on such responsibilities in times when people offer you to buy back your mother.
here, I again, this is one of the countless times I reach this exit of a problem, recognition of a problem (the problem stands in the way of any steps towards sanity) far too often (with no exit, really, just a sense of utter human powerlessness) - concluding that Russia is like a fifth wheel in a car. why? [this might sound very simplified, but:] because they just want to control people instead of governing them. and that overtone of psychopathy there - see no reason for cheering up. but still do. everyday. fight or flight.
if something has ever really mattered, then this is one of the things. weird to call them things. really terabytes of concepts and realities. getting our shit together - that truly matters.
not to condemn Russia alone - everyone pretty much f-ed up. and every single one of the giant kitties have been acting like real bad kitties. (really - worse than that - utter recklessness towards our already fucked up enough humanity/modern (ha!) civilization, society). time to digest that all. contemplate. [preferably REAL FAST! :D] and stop this madness.
and start anew. or - one might view it as simply i.e. handling a really fast car and not crashing it, killing everyone on this planet (I sometimes hate this time-wise pretty bearable schedule that we stick to when killing our children, ourselves and, really, everyone on this planet).
I wouldn't call this man and people alike simply people or teachers. They're the last hope this darned planet has. but no one has the time and courage. and what else - the ability (sooner it's a curse) to give a fuck. and no one enjoys the stability needed for a life that could be marked as lived. and it's hard to imagine for the people in charge to suddenly shift from the regular "let's hook tonight" and have a laugh about this circus happening in the background. shifting that "snot in the wind" (but who cares, if business as usual (but, really - totally NOT. there's the thing - business is not as usual. but whatever, right?) posture, would be really hard. shifting towards - being a responsible human being and a great leader - yeah, that would be nice, wouldn't it? but who likes to take on such responsibilities in times when people offer you to buy back your mother.
here, I again, this is one of the countless times I reach this exit of a problem, recognition of a problem (the problem stands in the way of any steps towards sanity) far too often (with no exit, really, just a sense of utter human powerlessness) - concluding that Russia is like a fifth wheel in a car. why? [this might sound very simplified, but:] because they just want to control people instead of governing them. and that overtone of psychopathy there - see no reason for cheering up. but still do. everyday. fight or flight.
if something has ever really mattered, then this is one of the things. weird to call them things. really terabytes of concepts and realities. getting our shit together - that truly matters.
not to condemn Russia alone - everyone pretty much f-ed up. and every single one of the giant kitties have been acting like real bad kitties. (really - worse than that - utter recklessness towards our already fucked up enough humanity/modern (ha!) civilization, society). time to digest that all. contemplate. [preferably REAL FAST! :D] and stop this madness.
and start anew. or - one might view it as simply i.e. handling a really fast car and not crashing it, killing everyone on this planet (I sometimes hate this time-wise pretty bearable schedule that we stick to when killing our children, ourselves and, really, everyone on this planet).
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Rory Kurtz, illustrator & artist, U.S.
Apr. 28th, 2015 | 09:34 am
http://www.rorykurtz.com/
P.S. Rorija priekšā es noņemu cepuri. This is powerful shit. And so relevant. And so unpretentious. And so just exactly how something like this should be.
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(no subject)
Apr. 27th, 2015 | 05:47 pm
te nav skatuve, maukas, te ir work environment.
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M.I.A. x The Partysquad x KENZO - Y.A.L.A. (Official Video)
Apr. 27th, 2015 | 02:32 pm
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hello dear spoon in the afternoon / Amelie Poulain by Gunsmithcat
Apr. 27th, 2015 | 03:09 am
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Yayo, yayo Moo-la-lah Yayo Bitch better have my money!
Apr. 27th, 2015 | 01:24 am
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Clinic - Bubblegum
Apr. 27th, 2015 | 12:21 am
Clinic - Bubblegum
a love that you're taking
with no limitations
no one is vacant
no limitations here
for you
a love that you're taking
with no limitations
no one is vacant
no limitations here
for you
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Apr. 27th, 2015 | 12:14 am
"dustin.marshall™ @DustinMartian 45s46 seconds ago
I have to be hard on myself because my parents aren't around to criticize my personality & everything I do until I am afraid to lift my arms"
I have to be hard on myself because my parents aren't around to criticize my personality & everything I do until I am afraid to lift my arms"
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Apr. 26th, 2015 | 11:06 pm
piedod ![[info]](http://klab.lv/img/userinfo.gif)
ulvs, sakakāju tavā žurnālā. izdzēs tos dubultkomentārus, lūdzams.
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(no subject)
Apr. 26th, 2015 | 10:57 pm
lately ir tā, it kā mācītos domāt no jauna. un tas ir tik sāpīgi. kā mācīties staigāt ar salauztām kājām.
yeah, I'm in the hall already, on the wall already, I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already. On another level, on another plane already. my brain on that wall, already, On another level, on another lane already. Enough already. Brain on the wall already.
yeah, I'm in the hall already, on the wall already, I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already. On another level, on another plane already. my brain on that wall, already, On another level, on another lane already. Enough already. Brain on the wall already.
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Rainis riot
Apr. 26th, 2015 | 10:45 pm
ja es pareizi sapratu, tad pirms pāris dienām Krievijas prezidents Vladimirs Putins no cietuma izlaida (apžēloja, ja pareizi sapratu) iespaidīgu skaitu cilvēku.
tas, kā lietas man apkārt jūtās (jau kādas 2-4 dienas) liek domāt , ka viens no tiem cietumniekiem tiešām esmu bijis es. well. свабода! мама аим каминг хоум.
LOL UPD: centos kaut ko sīkāk uzzināt, atceros tik vien, ka kaut ko pa ausu galam nesen dzirdēju BBC, bet vecākas ziņas tīklā saka:
"Russia plans mass release of prisoners to be sent to war in Donbas say Ukrainian security officals
February 3, 2015". es ne raudāt, ne smieties. will lay low already. enough with the brain on the wall already. but if I'm really pardoned for some crime most likely not of my design and intent (my part of the crime consisting of functioning under serious levels of drug intoxication and inexhaustible advocacy [fall 7 times, stand up 8] for human dignity and few other things that hold our darn planet together while being hanged in the wrong crowd(s)) - then - well, thank you, for my long awaited freedom. sincerely - thank you.
tas, kā lietas man apkārt jūtās (jau kādas 2-4 dienas) liek domāt , ka viens no tiem cietumniekiem tiešām esmu bijis es. well. свабода! мама аим каминг хоум.
LOL UPD: centos kaut ko sīkāk uzzināt, atceros tik vien, ka kaut ko pa ausu galam nesen dzirdēju BBC, bet vecākas ziņas tīklā saka:
"Russia plans mass release of prisoners to be sent to war in Donbas say Ukrainian security officals
February 3, 2015". es ne raudāt, ne smieties. will lay low already. enough with the brain on the wall already. but if I'm really pardoned for some crime most likely not of my design and intent (my part of the crime consisting of functioning under serious levels of drug intoxication and inexhaustible advocacy [fall 7 times, stand up 8] for human dignity and few other things that hold our darn planet together while being hanged in the wrong crowd(s)) - then - well, thank you, for my long awaited freedom. sincerely - thank you.
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say whaaa?
Apr. 26th, 2015 | 09:42 pm
music: Eminem - The Way I Am
"I am whatever you say I am [..]"
say whaaat?
indeed
ya know?
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Apr. 26th, 2015 | 08:41 pm
music: Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl
sunday evening I'm shooting up, don't even know who's bet is this.