Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. Where has all the time gone? Amazon and Google continue their robot arms race making their automated armies in secret factories inside volcanoes and underneath the tundra of unnamed continents. He watches as newsgathering becomes a religion and besuited priests intone the holy mantras of the moment and then we all know what is happening in nicely packaged three minute bite sized chunks of liturgy and genuflection and praise the truth and the light and the order of democracy and don’t think too much that what you are being told is crafted and structured and moulded and there might be more to the story than meets the ear and the eye. Then his shoulder hurts and he takes some pain pills and it stops hurting and then he drinks some alcohol and he feels delightfully muzzy and then he listens to some music at a gig and the first song is like the second song is like the third song is like the fourth song and then he realizes that it’s one long song broken up by the singer pretending to drink for a champagne bottle and giggling nervously but his pocket isn’t picked and the one long song is acceptable and the company is delightful so it is no crime to be there. Then the legalization of cannabis seems to be going well and perhaps if it is legalized everywhere then young black men will have less to fear of long term incarceration but then some other thing will no doubt be found to stop them and search them and imprison them  and then he wonders if thug has been taken up as a word that white people can now use with impunity in public and in the media when referring to young black men and young African American men when really they mean these white people and these commentators are, in their heads, using the word nigger. It seems that this is the case and the hate keeps on spewing and the hate keeps on flooding and the hate keeps on drowning and then The Beatles are lauded for changing rock music and selling American Music back to the Americans and everyone claps and cheers and Ringo sings and Paul sings and no one mentions that the music that was sold back was mostly African American music but that’s okay because everyone can be Accidentally Racist sometimes as we learnt from LL Cool J and Brad Paisley and it is just a shame that they don’t sing that song again as they are both there celebrating The Beatles. Then he makes some lizard stamps and then he makes a heart t-shirt and then he plays flappy bird and he hates it a lot and he plays some more and he continues to hate it and then he almost meets the President of Haiti who seems to be a very charming man and then he lies down and then he has a coffee and then the President justifies NSA spying and none of us have anything to worry about and then he wonders if there is any job that cannot be automated and it seems like there is no job that cannot one day be automated and the best we can hope for is to be either inefficient batteries for robots or human playdolls for the very few rich who make money of the automatisation of the future of civilisation. Then he goes to sleep.

How to get by on the Internet without PRISM companies


If you really are truly worried about the government keeping tabs on your activities, there’s really only one option: go nuclear, disconnect everything, and go live on a secluded island for the rest of your days.

How to get by on the Internet without PRISM companies

How to get by on the Internet without PRISM companies


If you really are truly worried about the government keeping tabs on your activities, there’s really only one option: go nuclear, disconnect everything, and go live on a secluded island for the rest of your days.

How to get by on the Internet without PRISM companies

Defeat The Silence – The Music Soothes The Terror of a Technocratic Dictatorship.


I don’t know why I’m worried by Google but I am.

 

Anyway, the music is great and that makes me forget about my paranoid worries.

View Post

Defeat The Silence – The Music Soothes The Terror of a Technocratic Dictatorship.


I don’t know why I’m worried by Google but I am.

 

Anyway, the music is great and that makes me forget about my paranoid worries.

View Post

Defeat The Silence – The Music Soothes The Terror of a Technocratic Dictatorship.


I don’t know why I’m worried by Google but I am.

 

 

Anyway, the music is great and that makes me forget about my paranoid worries.

Culture of Illusion – In our scabby underwear, lit with neon glow, we shamble from crib to fridge to grave.


This new google glasses promo is full of beautiful people doing beautiful things. When these skillfully designed spectacles enter the marketplace to be grabbed by our grubby prole hands we will not be hang-gliding, ballet dancing or ice-sculpting.

We* will be:

– in our underwear.
– masturbating.
– being fired.
– getting lost.
– dropping them in the toilet.
– leaving them on the metro.
– being spurned by a lover.
– going to the toilet.
– dying.

It’s a brilliant idea although we should hold out for the day when google inject an implant into our frontal lobe and jolt us with addictive electricity every time we have a unique thought; that they get to own and market until the End of Time. Mmmmm sweet neural nectar.

*By “we” I mean “I”. I will be doing these things. All of these things. At the same time.

It is glorious to be living in the future.