Friday, December 03, 2004

Old Crack Whore 100% Natural Tobacco.

Anyone that’s seen a mountain knows that there are a lot of ways to climb one. The easiest way usually has a well worn path or a road by the time you get to it. It is, I would venture, never the most direct route. The most direct route will have the steepest incline and may be prohibitive for all but the few. Other routes might be considered not only very indirect but unpleasant at the same time, depending on the country they pass through. Some have a poor view. The progress of our collective lives, individually seen can be looked at as mountain climbing or, (heh heh) valley dwelling; actually where you will find most people.

Knowing that there are so many ways to approach the same thing, it is always surprising how many people argue to the contrary. Look how obvious it is. Look at how it applies in so many other areas, yet people will still insist there is only one way. Laws get made about the ways people can and cannot take. They may not be going with you, might not notice you are gone, but they will damn well stop you from going if they can.

Yesterday I was on about ‘image making’; applied use of the imagination. I know most people are concerned about money. Money though is not all that hard to get with a combination of imagination and energy. I never discount faith when approaching anything but I suspect you know that you have to have faith. Competition for success is more difficult on the common road. A leather-worker will find plenty other leather workers there. The same applies to musicians and writers, real estate brokers and lawyers.

Inventiveness is always a new path up the same mountain. It isn’t always an improvement but it is different and sometimes just that is enough. Visualize EBay and consider a product called “Old Crack Whore Natural Tobacco.” You get yourself an artist to do a sort of R. Crumb/Fritz the Cat label, something very cartoon like and high color. Picture a very amusing graphic of a sprawled whore with a pipe and a pimp hold a coat hanger standing nearby. It’s a derelict urban scene. Gripping, eh? If you’ve got investment capital you cut a deal with American Spirit for some of their tobacco and use it. You don’t have to grow your own. If you’re short on capital you make the “Old Crack Whore” tobacco pouch. See what I mean? Use your imagination and operate within your limitations as you expand your horizons through progressive successes.

I designed a Brooke Shield’s back-flap smoke-sucker ashtray. Brooke Shield’s like bilious Larry Hagman are virulent anti-smokers. My Brooke Shield’s ashtray has her lying on her stomach with her curvaceous ass in the air. You open her blue jean butt flap and a little fan engine inside swallows the smoke between her buttocks. You could do Hagman as well for alternative sexual interests. You are only limited by your imagination. There are a number of people in Hong Kong who will knock any of these off for you for pennies apiece and next stop EBay, with whatever advertising force you can afford to bring to bear or generate using, that’s right, your imagination.

It’s pure coincidence that both of these ideas deal with smoking. You could have rolls of toilet paper imprinted with the face of Bush, Madonna, Donald Trump, Karl Rove; just pick your favorite celebrity and call the product, “I Wipe My Ass with So and So.” Okay, I’m being scatological but this is all by way of example. Novelty sells. How about sacrilegious? Design and market motorized Tibetan prayer wheels. I’m not sure that is even sacrilegious. But I could surely come up with something. And you can too. I can think of dozens of tasteless items that people would flock to buy. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Most people have no taste. Take a look around and tell me I’m wrong. The more tasteless and useless the product the better it will sell. Is it wrong to do this? Why?

I’m giving you ideas. Certainly you can come up with some of your own. To be unique is a big plus. It’s possible to have these things made and shipped without you ever even touching them. You would be surprised how easy it is to do this and provide jobs too; in the U.S. or just working from several sources close to your markets; Europe, Asia, etc.

Okay, you’ve gotten rich and you’ve bought a few things and gotten laid upscale. The majority are going to be content to wallow there. It can take many a lifetime to want a more refined and less complicated life. But let’s say you’re spiritually inclined. If you are it is impossible to be satisfied with anything here. Oh, you can enjoy your food and the various vanishing and perishable amenities; I certainly do. But you want more. The good news here is that all that stuff is free. What I mean is, you don’t need money for it. You do need to do inertia reversal but you have to do that to get out of bed. Really, the hardest thing about spiritual progress is the pull of old entertainments and gaining the capacity to enjoy discipline and embrace change. Had you the capacity to truly embrace change you will have defeated Death; really defeated death. Death’s only job is to assist in this embrace. If you’re already doing it, Death has plenty of business everywhere else. Death is everybody’s best friend but they don’t know it. Death gets few invitations to dinner parties. Truth has a similar empty calendar. Strange huh? These twin pillars of immortality are always getting the heave ho; not that you can keep them out. Not hardly.

The idea is to succeed at all the little things like financial independence, equilibrium and appetite control. Once you do you are in the home stretch. And yes, they are little things. They just take application and overcoming fear. Fear and the lack of capacity to change are two of your biggest enemies. Appetite wouldn’t be any kind of nemesis if it weren’t for fear pushing it for its distractive benefits.

I often get criticism from people who argue that I haven’t really succeeded at anything. They’ve got one potato and they are criticizing me for having twenty potatoes instead of a thousand potatoes. Everything is relative. If you could really see into the lives of most of the people who are called successful you would see someone surrounded by a cloud of mosquitoes and buzzing flies. You would see someone who can’t sleep for fear they are losing ground. You would see someone behind high walls and security systems protecting things they don’t love or need from people who think they want them. You would see people in agony, crucified on the cross of matter in a world of smoke. Where’s the back-flap sucker for that?

I know about a liquid that pours and penetrates and drenches. The experience is like to continuous coitus. It frees and energizes. It simonizes with a protective coat of infinite rainbow variants courtesy of Jacob’s tailor. It shimmers with endless possibilities. You can get a taste when you find the pump and you can pump to your hearts content. You can pump and pump till it overflows every border. It speaks every language and halo’s every demon of the mind. It transforms and changes everything into itself. It lives in a unity of being to which nothing is foreign or confusing. You never run out. It is a virtual sun that warms and heals everything within reach. What could be better than that?

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Top form! Will you ever peak?

Anonymous said...

When he gets to the top of the mountain he will have peaked.

Anonymous said...

This is great stuff. I also just read, and commented on "If You Can't See It, Does that Mean It Isn't There?" I like this business of you pointing out there is more than one way to see or get to a place.
I agree.
Thanks!

Anonymous said...

This is great stuff. I also just read, and commented on "If You Can't See It, Does that Mean It Isn't There?" I like this business of you pointing out there is more than one way to see or get to a place.
I agree.
Thanks!

Anonymous said...

Is there a ghost in this machine? I don't know why it posted 2X's

Les Visible said...

What about that last ghost? Might he have been manipulated by the preceeding two?

Carla Beal said...

I showed my mom this article and she freaked! Those items for manufacture and sale are incredible. My brother is a real fuckup and can't seem to get his shit together. My mom wants to know if you would explain about doing something like this to him. She is prepared to bankroll the venture. Funny huh? Well, no worries, no expectations but I thought you might get a charge out of hearing it. I was impressed too.

That was a really enjoyable piece. I had no idea where you were going and then you just tied it up. It really is a form of origami that you do. I find it hard to believe that you are not read the world over. Sometimes I come away from something you have written a changed person. Today was one of those days. I felt as if I had eaten a mushroom in Wonderland.

Anonymous said...

Jesus, Visible; reflections from the penthouse? I've said it before and I am afraid I am going to have to say it again, "brilliant!", tour de force writing.

Bruce

Anonymous said...

Yea! More Visible. It’s good to see you again here in Cyberia!

It’s great to have you back at your post – keeping an eye out for the travelers on the mountain, and reporting various things we need to see. AND encourageing people to try different routes…and step into new boots!

Keep on truckin’

“I know about a liquid that pours and penetrates…” That is such a beautiful paragraph.

Love,
GreenVajra

PS: Sometimes when I peel back the onion I cry, and sometimes I don’t. Either way -- I love onions. And your “Peeling The Onion” post was a pretty tastey mind full. A dish I was raised on since I was a child, as I grew up in a pretty philosophical kitchen!

ciinc said...

This is an abbreviated version of a post to another board. It is actually is about Les, in a veiled way.

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For some folks, the "opposite" of linear is NOT circular.

For two reasons.

First reason.

For those with any familiarity with the projective plane (as opposed to the Euclidean), lines and circles are one and the same thing; only difference is that the "separation" mechanism is different for projective lines and Euclidean lines. (On a Euclidean line, one point suffices to separate two; on a projective line, two points are required to separate two points A and B, since there are two (not one) way to get from A to B on a circle.)

Second reason.

The real opposite of linear-think is "multi-dimensional" think, along with the necessary property of "simultaneity."

Some people can do this; some people can't.

People who CAN'T do it routinely accuse those who CAN of being "off their meds again".

I'm not talking about you and me here - I'm talking about someone else and the abuse he has to endure for his ability to think "multi-dimensionally" with "simultaneity".

ciinc

Les Visible said...

Hi Dave;

Strangely enough I went over to fray this morning and read that entire thread. I didn't read anything else but I read that.

I happened to notice Oscars commentary about calling me on the Theosophists. If there is one great tragedy concerning that man it is that he is a liar. You would think with all of his ramrod stiff faux integrity that this is one thing he would avoid but it is not so. None of what he describes took place.

Oscar has had his butt very publically whipped by me, in full view and never gotten over it. These days his newest lie is that I take drugs in order to write. He never got that from me and made it up out of whole cloth. When a man has to resort to lying in such a regular fashion he has lost big.

Oscar is an exceedingly vain man who goes on at length to all who will listen about how he is admired in his community, how he rescues the babies of poor, unmarried women, how he has written 5 books no one has ever seen, how he did in Vietnam, how his fine baritone reduces cruise ship personnel to tears. There is no end to his bragging and preening. Then he immediately attacks others for like behavior on a much smaller scale right in the same threads. "There are none so blind as those who will not see"

On the other hand he attacks other posters on a continuous basis. It is pretty much 'all' he does. He's a splenic misanthrope who hates himself as much as he hates the human race. On a number of occasions I tried to treat humanely with him. It was impossible. So I was forced to hand him his head. He has never forgiven that and it is the source of his ongoing attacks. When you confront a person of such towering vanity and unjustified self regard, you can expect the worse. I think the best 'short' description of him is that he is an insuferable prig.

The saddest tragedy, coupled with the most vile hypocrisy, is that he possesses so little real self esteem or honor that he will lie so often. What is worse is that he thinks he is believed. At the bottom of his hatred of me is that very few people regard him well at all. For me to be celebrated as often as I was sent him into a seething rage of envy. He is intelligent but he lacks humanity and wisdom remains an elusive thing.

I realized you were referring to me.

I have no idea why I went and read that. I don't even like going there.

I suppose you have your reasons for interacting with those people. For me it is too much like the monkey cages at the zoo. All they do is scream and throw shit and fuck each other.

ciinc said...

LesV -

only 3 reasons I'm still posting there.

First, Tammy's still pre-occupied with her studies at Vanderbilt.

Second, I'm doing nothing at work right now except preparing for a certification exam 28 Jan, and this takes about 4 hours per day. (Any more and the point of studying would be defeated.)

So I have time to kill.

But unfortunately, because of the attacks that have developed, I can't leave so long as anyone thinks they've driven me away.

I got a friendly email today from someone who said that a few months ago, I was perceived as a minor annoyance, but that now I'm actively hated. So how can I leave when those active haters will claim victory ?

Finally, I happened to have watched how the US media handled the Chomsky-Faurisson affair, and you know I have an odd slight personal relationship with him.
I believe that by staying there, I can do my bit to carry on his fight.

But this is a political matter not within the real subject matter of your blog, and that's all I will say about that.

I'm sorry I made even that veiled reference about you - I never expected the posted to come back with such a vicious slander.

But it's not just him, LesV - you made your mark there because people knew you were right about a lot of things and said those things in such a way that no one could possibly wriggle off the hook.

Anyway, I continue to read here and be amazed by your control of both style and substance. As I have said before, it is like listening to a virtuouso classical guitarist play "Recuerdos d'Alhambra", which I am sure you have many opportunities to hear where you have been living recently.

Your tremolo technique is so good and so perfect and so seamless that the melody just soars - the tremolo gets lost within it.

ciinc

Les Visible said...

Hi Green Vajra;

I'm glad to see you back around too. I'll answer your email tomorrow. I've had guests and been traveling too. I managed to sometimes write my piece but just wasn't up for more. I could say that I wished I had had your childhood but I believe I addressed that in my most recent post and it does seem like everything is the way it was supposed to be, like it or not. Thanks for stopping by.

Anonymous said...

It's a good thing for all of us that you don't want to be a politician or a religiouis leader. It's not so much that you would turn out evil. This is just much better. I'm of a mind to come see you one of these days on my way somewhere, maybe while spending all the money I'm going to make on Ebay.

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