Searching for a new way to spread the vibe of the forest, by Dionysian decree, Satyr switched to SL and CDJ instruments, which fit the job quite nicely. Apart from those, he employs the tools Apollo chose: a blank screen and virtual ink, to jot down all he likes to think - hence this his satellite here, orbiting Earth's blogosphere!
Question
Had a hoopy landing after Towel Day? Options & Answers A|Yes.
> Good frood! Like we knew you would. B|No.
> Not landed yet? Still soaring amidst the stars with your thumb up in the dark void? Have a hoopy one and do drop us a card from Santraginus V before you sober up for your journey home. C|...!? Tow the What Day?
> Alright! Don't Panic. Keep your Adams on, you zarkin'frood. Just thumb back to the introduction, have a pan galactic gargle blaster (just one, on the house, free of charge, refund of obligatory rehabilitation costs not included) grab your towel and zap along the galaxy to meet us halfway to Milliways.
For those who chose answer A: would you care for some retro-futuro entertainment, whilst we impatiently await the safe return of those who chose answer B or C? Then, in that meanspacetime, let us kick back, relax, rewind to the world avant les lettres WWW and enjoy some really revolutionary stuff, like Hypertext! Guernica! Picasso! Bach! Micons! Memex! Project Xanadu! Beethoven! And a groundbreaking, interactive version of his Ninth!
... Well, revolutionary and groundbreaking, back in the day Hyperland first saw light, per haps, yes. But hold that thought, as it may just take as long as it took Hyperland to age to today for them B and C choosers to make their way around galactic center and you probably have to fill them in on all the ups and downs to come in the two-and-a-half decades ahead of us, or rather, our future history.
And speaking of Adams, ...
Thanks again, Doug. Index of onlinear (re)sources highlighted above Towel Day / Santraginus V / zarkin' / frood / pan galactic gargle blaster / Milliways / retro-futuro / avant la lettre / Guernica / Hyperland / galactic center / Douglas Adams
"The best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick." Says Who? - Says The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. O, that thing. first mixed by Zaphod Beeblebrox ex-president of the galaxy and served, of course, at Milliways The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe
- for reservations, please click here
... and Bob's our Uncle - node 23.007: Religion for the Hell of it
2016 AO*, May 23 - 3182 YOLD, Discord 70 - 5776 AM, Iyar 15 -
1395 SH, Khordad 3 - 1422 BS, Joishtho 9 - 6016 AL, May 23 - ...
"We, humans, domesticated primates, critters like us,
we live in our myths, we only endure our realities."
"The League for Spiritual Discovery was devoted to raising consciousness on a planetary scale (...) based on the idea, that humanity will always be in a mess as long as we are looking for others to tell us what we should do. And so everybody, every man should be the priest of his own religion, every woman should be the priestess of her own religion, every home should be a shrine and we should all be in the god business or the goddess business, as you will."
- Robert Anton Wilson, Religion for the Hell of it
(part 3/5 at 5m42s & 2m51s)
During times when humanity seems to divide itself in two corners every turn one may take, to wage age-old holy wars, pitting our righteous against our fanatic, our true believers against our non- believers, both sides usually equally devout and stubborn, ...
during such times, when we tend to bombard one another to bits with propaganda to fuel the dividing fire by putting the trusty "us vs them" motto to practice, and both sides usually quite violently so, ...
during such times, when even fundamentalist scienticians seem to succumb to the manifold process of propagating dogmatic belief systems - yes - during these, our present times, we sorely need a much-welcomed wink from the third eye, the bidirectional doorway to the open mind, to support the process of paving the way towards a more pragmatic approach to catmatic belief systems; to comprehend the divisions which unite us and laugh in the face of all of them; not to take the piss at any specific belief system, but at our institutionalized religious behavior in general, lest all of us take our Selves too siriusly and loose track of learning to understand and respect one another, despite all cultural and linguistic barriers.
Whether or not we may agree on this, we have to admit it seems rather odd, that in this day and age, we still deem another equivalent member of our tribe as the sole, infallible representative of a certain divine entity of choice, as if only one of us comes equipped with the right kind of gear, customized to receive transcendental transmissions, while the rest of us trade our individual, intuitive responsibility for their guidance, and learn to offer praise to said divine entity, either silently or aloud, whilst remaining utterly convinced of its omnipresent, omniscient nature, rendering prayer quite the redundant pastime.
To ensure these words, lacking proper intonation and body language, do not come across as offending, I advise any reader not to take them personally, not to take me too siriusly and read a previous statement to take away any doubts about my personal position.
Then, let me state, here and now, for the A-side of the record, my own opinion when it comes to spirituality, showing both sides of the same Live and Let Live coin:
Every individual should enjoy the freedom to choose their own (non-)spiritual path. Every individual should let every other individual enjoy the freedom to choose their own (non-)spiritual path.
To encompass my own position: I consider my Self, here and now, a "spiritually challengedagnostic", not an atheist, because I think I cannot state any'thing' with absolute, dogmatic certainty, and choose not to justify what atheism opposes by opposing it, ... but ask me again tomorrow and you may get a different answer. For the B-side of the same record, let me wink up my current position with a statement in Wilsonian tradition:
I do not believe in "God"
and I sincerely doubt
that She believes in me either.
watch a different version of Religion For The Hell Of It
If you do not have the patience, cannot spare the space in your agenda or simply do not want the time of your life to start your own religion, why (not) join the Discordian Society? By hearing Robert Anton Wilson speak or by reading the high-lighted footnote at the bottom of this post, you become automatically ordained as a Discordian Pope (or Mome). Download and print the Pope Card shown above, carry it with you and join the mission to ordain the rest of the world by invoking infallibility when and where you can, just as long as you remember to excommunicate every other Discordian Pope or Mome if and when they may start to think for their Selves (unless they succeed in excommunicating you first), thereby adhering to the motto: we Discordians must stick apart.
下午安好 世界! Добрый день, Мир! Good Afternoon, World! [ time for techno ] º Jurek Przezdziecki Qwerty Poema Reissued due to multiplied twenty-third-party noctifications of copyright inflimsement occurring on the termanipulated YouTube account asphyxiated with the previous video. release details / Discogs hear Jurek / online º featured in my mix Willy's Wobblebot Factory
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picture: Wijdesteeg, Amsterdam - until March 2015
Graveyard of Colors, Business as Usual Amsterdam, Spuistraat - former Art Squat Avenue
Once an organic part of the creative center of the Dutch metropolitan village, now a colorful graveyard, awaiting the next stage of ongoing bulldozeration, commercialteration, hotelification and other forms of unimaginative reconstruction and gentrification.
Fallen walls, settled dust, alleys of the past. The echo of the last blow delivered by sledgehammer a year ago embraces the buildings downtown with its shadow. The demolition team went out for lunch and haven't returned since.
Crows, pigeons and birds of a lesser feather fight with neighboring rats and wandering cats over food gone astray, before future tenants move in and rob them all of their squatted livelihood. Carelessly, Amsterdam slumbers on. Nothing special,
business as usual.
Thanks to Nefs "Melodious"
for sharing the nostalgia ( - _ ^ )
More, but still only a mere few views
of what it may have used to look like ... yourlittleblackbook.me/spuistraat-street-art
More about the "Urban renewal of Tabakspanden": citinerary.net/amsterdam/urban-renewal-of-tabakspanden
RIP Tabakspanden RIP De Slang RIP K3 º .: requiesquat in pace :. all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa (cc) 2016 - CCBYNCND4.0
下午安好 世界! Добрый день, Мир! Good Afternoon, World! º º Autechre Eggshell Warp Records / warp.net release details / Discogs º
1994. Spring. Sun shining under the Amsterdamp. Truckin' downtown along Singel canal. My trusty Walkman swinging along, every step of the sway. Favorite albums recorded on tape, brimming with Earth's electrophonic beauty. Current portable playback providing Incunabula, lifting more than mood alone. Two inches off the ground, head afloat above the clouds. Nothing special, dancing on Eggshell.
! in ancient times, Satyr roamed the Eleusinian forests as the horned and horny messenger of Dionysos - the god of ritual intoxication - who dispatched him to mesmerize the youth of nearby villages with the musical magic of his flute, and made them dance till broad daylight.
? where is Satyr
! in our recent past, Satyr reincarnated in the concrete jungle of Amsterdam as a DJ. At age ten, he recorded his first mix, displaying his love for early hip hop and electro, and soon his tapes were in high demand. After the Second Summer Of Love, he got turned on by new dimensions of synthetic sound and ventured into the realms of ambient, acid-house, techno and trance music, never looking back ever since.
? does he still play flute
! the Panflute has become an artefact in captivity, held safe and sound in the archeological archive of the Vatican. Yet, since them high-n-mighty early 1990s, Satyr became increasingly skilled as a player of the SL & CDJ instruments, spinning various styles of musica eclectronica, embracing a wide range of the bpm spectrum with remarkable sparkle.
Notoriously difficult to pigeonhole yet sharply focused on and specialized in ambient, chillout, psytrance & deep atmospheric techno; entertaining events for 5 to 50.000 people, by serving his spicy melange of clean cuts and dirty grooves, mixing it down and grinding it up from raw to smooth.
A few memorable events ecstasized by Satyr: Amsterdam Dance Event (NL), Atmosphere (Berlin), Ballonnenfeest (NL), Burning Man (USA), Club A (Sao Paulo), Dance Valley (NL), Love & Magic (Oslo), Metsafestiwaal (Finland), Pan-O-Rama Festival (La Gomera), The Pi Club (Berlin), Q-Base (Germany), Senseblender Festival (Belgium), Universo Paralello (Bahia / Brazil), VooV Experience (Germany), and many more in Belgium, Brazil, Estonia, Finland, Germany, Greece, Lithuania, Norway, Portugal, Slovakia, Spain, USA & all over The Netherlands.*
