Occupy was not without a deeply felt reactionary character. It was capitalistic and anti-cultural. What it was not is a socialist movement. It was primarily about corporate malfeasance and unemployment. Jobs are wanted, a “fair shot” at a middle class income, not a cultural revolution upon which the survival of this republic depends.

We still live ( Read more... )

One thing LaBerge completely whitewashes in his book is that dreaming is far more complex than a playground that can be controlled all the time, as it is only a matter of waking up in the dream and becoming lucid. Dreams are much, much more complex and problematic than that ( Read more... )

Things have changed since I wrote this, and in other ways they are the same, but it is interesting to trace the progression of one's feelings. We tend to forget how the past has thrown us into the present in our delusions that everything about us, all that happens to us, is freely chosen by a removed and rational subjectivity ( Read more... )

 After about the eight hour mark a feeling of manic invincibility and frenzied productivity obtains. It's one of the more easily realized altered states, but it's also tricky because no one ever wants to acknowledge how much one is avoiding one's responsibilities and procrastinating. In this sense, the oppressiveness of responsibilities ranging ( Read more... )

Library check-outs. Lugging this stuff around every day is becoming a problem. People look at me funny, ask me what the hell I'm doing. Being a scholar, what does it look like ( Read more... )

Oh what a sweet oblivion it must be to live under the assumption that "it is what it is," to live in a reified world where people are objects, trees are objects, emotions are objects, time is an object, to think one lives in the best of all possible worlds. The Theist and Atheist alike succumb to this reification, of "a place for everything and ( Read more... )

I'm in the Garden District of New Orleans. Everything is overrun with vegetation, the houses are entwined with ivy. There's no other person around. I realize that they've all disappeared, possibly dead. I may be the only person left alive.

I realize this is too improbable to be real, so the lucid dream-state begins.

But wait - am I really lucid ( Read more... )

 Self-interest has not come easily to me. Life would be easier if it had. It's something I'm trying to change; that is, fueling myself with artificial self-interest, while closely guarding my inner disinterest in myself, which I think is worth something - to inspire my ideas, to ensure my integrity, if nothing more.

Knowing this about myself, I  ( Read more... )

There's this schizophrenia thing. Marcuse, Deleuze. Anyone. They are opposed, but they both understand the pleasure principle in ways that are much more refined than Freud. The point is that you could say my psyche is a "troubled" one. I suspect that I am only able to hold everything together because the patriarchal-capitalist reality principle is ( Read more... )

One of the best dreams I've had this year. All the more so because I know the exact meaning of it, representing a dramatic shift in perspective assisted by one heck of an enigmatic person.

Step outdoors, front steps, summer day. I am a woman. My boyfriend is sitting on the front steps. He tells me we need to talk about something important. I know ( Read more... )