(Editor’s note about the NSFW bits: In honor of Oct 11 GLBLT Equality Day for Gay, Lesbian, Bacon, Lettuce and Tomatoes, today’s post has a lot of dicks in it. I actually didn’t plan that, it just worked out that way. Sorry!)
I have friends that draw things. They have blogs:
Will Towles: http://willtowlessartandlifestylerant.blogspot.com
Tim Sinclair: http://timothysinclair.blogspot.com
Steven Warrick: http://steveart.site11.com(I also have to pimp the amazing Jason Whitley even though he has nothing to do with this post!)
So the majority of the cellphone pictures below are from a bar/arcade/band venue called Strange Matter on Grace Street here in Richmond, Virginia: http://strangematterrva.com/
I hear they have a mean Monte Cristo which I have yet to try.
I can testify in court that the fried mango balls are ding-dong delicious, however.
Find them on Facebook if you swing that way.
(I have some pics of their video game themed murals somewhere in this post: The 227.)
Will Towles had some of his artwork up on the walls and he held a draw-off with various artists.
I thought the rules were brilliant:
- Two artists took the stage and had a time limit (2 minutes?) in which to draw a monster.
- Whoever drew the monster that could win in a fight was chosen the winner of that bout (by audience applause).
- The WINNER got to leave the stage and the LOSER had to draw against a new competitor until he won and could be released from center-stage stardom.
It was all in good fun, but they did say that it makes you sweat when you get on a losing streak and have to keep drawing to release yourself from the infamy. I like the reverse twist on competition there. Usually it’s the winner that stays.
Ok, enough blather, rinse, and repeat. I’ll post the pics. I’ll meet back up with you after the break and we can talk some Synchronicity.
Two synchronicities happened that night. First, two of our artists drew monsters with dicks at the same time and were amazed at the double-dickery without their conscious knowledge. (But then again, knowing our crew, I guess that isn’t that far-felched.) The other synch was that two artists drew kind of fishy, fat, big tittied, big lipped monsters that looked very similar, but I think someone had shouted a keyword “lips” so maybe that wasn’t so odd either. Nevertheless, it was further proof to me that consciousness is a big fishbowl that we all swim in, so DON’T PEE IN THE WATER!
p.s. I’m so sorry about the (lack of) quality!
The Blackberry Storm has a flash as bright as dead deer’s revenge in Hades and yet anything farther alway than my baby arm’s reach turns out a blurry, spotty mess. Ah well. You get the idea.
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here come the dicks.
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On Synchronicity:
(If you’ve never seen a Synchronistic post/video and want a taste, check this out:
Hair Peace Part 1 from Syncwinnipeg on Vimeo.
Synchromystics are amazing, sometimes stoned, sometimes schizophrenic, mythologically-aware, eidetic-memoried, hyper-smart navigators of our unconscious symbolism. I’m an admin for a Synchromystic forum, but they’re all so much smarter than me I don’t ever say anything. I think some Synchromystics might assume that movie studios/directors are making much of this symbolism on purpose, but in my mind, synchronicity is far too personal and varied and time-independent to be anything but our higher selves tweaking our nipples, prodding us to mentally evolve. (Note: Just like Carl Jung says about UFO sightings.)
Synchs aren’t nearly as banal as our consciously-made plots and devices. Something else is going on there. I know my personal synchs often have a sense of humor ~ my sense of humor ~ and the set-up to the joke involves so many events lining up perfectly with what I think of as my free-will decisions that not even alien or black budget military industrial complex time-shifters could so precisely set-up a gag like that! It isn’t possible unless time is already laid out before us, past, present, and future all co-existing at once and the underlying substrata of matter being consciousness itself. It’s the only way you could pull that shit off!
(Ever seen the movie “The Game” with Michael Douglas? That pissed me off because sooooooooo many things could have gone wrong there and gotten someone killed and of course nothing went wrong so they could go “ta-daa!” at the end. We’re predictable, but not to that degree. It would be impossible to cover all the variables. So with regards to my own complicated synchs, either that means my higher self is God and can control all variables, or a more likely scenario, we all are. Speaking of which, note to self to write a rebuttal to this post on Atheists and Anger. As an ex-atheist, I could take a good crack at it. That lady needs some Eckhart Tolle stand-up comedy. Chill out, sister. It’s gonna all be ok.)
In a fit of insomnia last night I finished Daniel Pinchbeck’s book 2012 (mentioned in the blog DC Follies.) Parts of it were really good, but I didn’t like the bits where he justified all his affairs and leaving his wife and disabled daughter un-high and dry. But then again, he’s probably right that monogamy might not be hardwired and in the future we’ll socially greet like bonobos, fucking hello instead of just shaking hands. (Or if we are energy beings we could just splice vibrational patterns. Less mess that way.)
So today when I went to post some pictures, amazingly the first three were pics of the pages from 2012 related to Synchronicity and the Matter equals Mind hypothesis (row, row, keep rowing, bitch, life is but a dream, formed from our subconscious mind, just like Paula Deen.)
(reposting here since you didn’t read them up there you lazy turdlette.)
Funnily enough, Daniel mentions over and over in the book about how “matter” = “mater”, which is equivalent to Mother. Strange matter, strange mater, strange mother. Ahh!
Daniel’s got some new stuff in the works.
* Notes from the Edge Times (new info since writing 2012)
* The film 2012: A Time for Change
I will consume both.
Hey, I saw this on the twitter this morning:
(haha! ~ “the twitter” ~ i say that like an old man. “son, have you been smoking the twitter? that crazy stuff’ll rot your brain!”)
DANIEL PINCHBECK: “Buy my 2012 crap NOW cauz in a year if nuthin pops I might have to get a job.”
Yeesh. That’s harsh!
(Although if anyone wants to pay me to travel the world, write overly wordy sentences, and take loads of hallucinogenic drugs please contact me @ kinda@kindagamey.com. )
