the very special limited edition commemorative one hundred forty-ninth post to realitybyphilipkdick*
(sponsored by the generous and talented elizabeth “locomotive” hootenanny who tells wonderful stories about friends, family, and the freaks that frequent central florida coffee shops)
*a small side project that hasn’t gone away even though no one is reading it. In reality, this was my attempt to score a book deal, but I think I may be doing it wrong.
Mumblelard (not your real name)
Hope this is everything you wanted. I never realized he had such a hairy back!
Elizabeth (my for real name)
reblogged from realitybyphilipkdick
new toy talks funny
…by taking advantage of similar four-trace, differential SerDes transmit and receive signals, the NonStop signal midplane can support either network-semantic protocols or memory-semantic protocols using the same signal traces.
in case you were wondering
This is a picture of me
across the line,
neck deep in trouble,
backing away slowly,
preparing to duck.
a shadow is falling over creation, something vast is stirring in the dark…
…time is bleeding, shapes of things once lost are moving through the veil, the darkness heralds only one thing, the end of time itself.
(sharing the dreaming with the Elder of the Ood via Doctor Who:The End of Time*)
chasing the monster
My loco loco habit continues its relentless downward spiral. Every time that I think I have hit rock bottom, I find that there is a new low waiting to be discovered.
Now I can only satisfy my cravings with the Russian variety of this insidious concoction. It is a nonalcoholic version of the Dude’s favorite cocktail that has been laced with extra caffeine, strange varieties of B vitamins, and designer sugar molecules. The worst part is that I know in my heart that the Dude would never be caught dead drinking one of these things. I know that if I drank one of these in front of the Dude, he wouldn’t judge me; the Dude is not judgmental like that. If I drank one of these in front of the Dude, he probably wouldn’t even see me. I would fade into the background with all of the other things that are irrelevant to the Dude. I have become invisible to the Dude.
I can’t even purchase this variety at a discount from the megalomart. I have to go to one of a few gas stations in the area that carry it, and face the condescending looks of a clerk as I pile five or six cans on the counter and pay for them from the wad of dirty cash that I keep stashed in my car for just this purpose. I could use a credit card, but Floyd would never believe that I am buying that much gas.
I keep telling myself that I can beat this thing, but I don’t really believe it anymore.
Does that make us an insect, in a field of light that can be only desired, or else extinguished?
Between yesterday and me lies a whole field of it.
(via The Broom of the System by David Foster Wallace)
As Time Goes by - Rudy Vallee (1931)
This song as it appears in the movie, Casablanca, has been so frequently referenced that any real texture or existence it had as anything but a reference had long ago worn away for me. It turns out that as a result of its presentation in the movie, several entire verses have been worn away, seldom to be seen again. This version by Rudy Vallee includes those verses which make it clear that the song is about the popular reaction to Einstein’s General Theory of Relativity in the years immediately after it was published. I discovered this fact when I was browsing through some books on higher level dimensions and string theory, but unfortunately my notebook does not include the reference. It is strange to think that this very famous work has a back story that has remained obscured, at least for me, for so many years. It almost, but not quite, makes me want to rewatch Casablanca to see how this knowledge affects my appreciation of the film.
For the record, the redacted verses include:
This day and age we’re living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension.Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein’s theory.
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tensionAnd no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed.
and also happy monday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
this monster is still on my back
I said I bought a soda at the shell station, but that was a lie. I was ten miles down the road with a tall but empty can of delicious energy drink before I even realized what I had done. Floyd found the empty can in my car the next day; she said she isn’t angry just a little concerned. I haven’t had one since, but I am chagrined by my lack of control over this infusion of B vitamins, caffeine, and designer sugar molecules.
front yard fungus A huge cluster of these are growing in the decomposing pine straw in the front garden.
