A bright and shining example of the suicidal absurdity of technocapitalist society occurs every year at this time, all across the country. 1/n
Deciduous trees spend all Spring taking nutrients out of the soil to make leaves, which photosynthesize all Summer and Fall
When the cold comes, those leaves fall (the technical term is "dehisce") and the trees go dormant for the Winter.
All across this great land, people proceed to fire up specialized machines literally called "leaf blowers", which burn irreplaceable fossil fuels, pumped out of the ground at great expense, to produce, in addition to carbon monoxide and noise, powerful blasts of forced air.
They blow the leaves into immense piles, and then rake them into huge bags made of polyethylene, a byproduct of fossil fuel refinement which will take longer to decompose than the geologic processes which produced the fuel to begin with; a very, very long time.
These bags full of leaves are then loaded onto trucks which, burning fossil fuels, move them to giant areas called "landfills" -- where the leaves, trapped in plastic, undergo anaerobic decomposition, and, rather than releasing their nutrients back into the soil,
turn to slime and sulfurous gasses.
This entire process means that, wherever modern humans congregate, the soil quickly becomes impoverished, as the nutrients required for cyclic leaf production are removed, rather than stored in the ground,
producing a kind of grey, dusty soil that when I was a professional gardener we immediately recognized and referred to as "blower disease".
It is all so astonishingly pointless and debased and wasteful that it would probably be better not to spend too much time contemplating it; let us turn out attention to more pleasant things
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Let's talk about chef's knives for a second. I want to think through something.
Most people's kitchens are stocked with a knife block full of stainless steel knives
Stainless is a good material for knives; it can be made pretty sharp, and is hard, so it holds an edge for quite a while.
However, because it is hard, it cannot be sharpened by hand -- neither with a stone nor a hand-sharpener; and most certainly not with a honing rod.
Foodies will often have invested in a "trophy knife," usually of damascus steel. These, being composed of (put simply) alternating layers of high-carbon and stainless steel, can have their edge restored by hand, up to a point. Once dull, though, the edge will need grinding.
Wow ok so someone messaged me tonight bemoaning the fact that he missed the opportunity to buy a talismanic copy in a leather wrapper and, lo and behold, it is true. One week into the crowdfund, the "Thirteen Moons" edition of 13 is sold out ...
and we are nearly double our initial funding goal.
So, with three weeks still to go, we've decided to do a second "New Moon" edition of 13. These will be signed and named as with the Full Moon edition, but under the secret dark of the New Moon.
All "talismanic" editions will be the same as the "handbook" edition, in two-color letterpress covers, but wrapped in a hand-tooled and painted leather wrapper with thong ties; and they each will literally be signed and named under the light or dark of their respective Moon.
I have always thought that "ego-death" is terribly over-dramatic -- what we want is just to peak around the edge of the ego at the vast space it normally conceals
but what is the ego anyway?
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And even before we approach that, what is "death"?
The notion of ego "death" as a goal of psychedelic experience is owed I believe to Timothy Leary, who made it a central part of his psychedelic interpretation of Indian and Tibetan philosophy.
Now I have a soft spot for Leary, the early Leary anyway, author of such bon mots as "I have America surrounded". But he got the concept of ego "death" from his first trip; when he sat down with his family in front of a television -- something you really shouldn't do on acid:
Software is eating the world -- the economy is dematerializing.
What are the physical effects on living human beings?
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The effect is that every year we spend marginally more of our waking time inert, staring at screens. Often in chairs, spines collapsed; or slouched on sofas, cpus heating our gonads.
No muscles of our exquisitely evolved bodies in motion except certain small muscles of wrists and fingers.