ORGANELLE

“I have heard that everyone is entitled to their opinion, but no one ever told me who or what it was that certified this entitlement.”

— infraheard

“I HAVE HEARD IT SAID that in the time of Socrates, in Athens, there were many travails familiar to our modern circumstance, however novel they may appear in present guises. It was a time of crisis and sudden transformation, of propaganda and war — and the culture was struggling to survive its own birth in an atmosphere of lies, invective, and the currying of wealth, military force, public favor and economic or social power. A clusterfuck of conflicting imperatives, many of which were the ironic opposites of all they were presented as. These are matters with which we are all intimately familiar. As in ‘matters of the collective, the marketplace, the courtroom… the family, the mob’.

In spirit, we may suppose that, as today, many of the worthiest philosophers despised counterfeiting, satire and hyperbole. More than a few were painfully aware that ‘entertainment’ was a lethal idea that too easily became a soporific. Some surely dismissed as outright lies the emotional pandering of ‘dramas and tragedies produced for the masses’, and were intent upon interrupting a process that simulated virtues by way of promoting and celebrating their lethal opposites or even their absence.

As bait for spectators.

Like us, the philosophers were aware that they were everywhere surrounded by ‘traditions’ and behaviors that, allowed to simply proceed, would quickly overwhelm the origins and roots of our humanity, possible divinity, insight and the true benefits of communal agency or endeavor. And thus demand ironic tragedy as their result.

Their situations are our own, and we owe the foundations of many of our common ideas to their struggles, successes, and failures. And much of our experience of language is forged of something like the ossified remains of theirs.

Fossils.”

“I have exchanged Geese for Geeze because Geese actually exist, but Geeze is just a bizarre combination of a grease, a cheese spread, and people trying to stop themselves, mid-word, from using the name of a purportedly self-sacrificing historical messiah as an exclamation of surprise, outrage or confusion.

With Geese, you get all those things in one neat little package that will totally fuck you up if you approach it during nesting season. Well, maybe not the cheese spread, but hey, you get honking, and that’s pretty hard to get out of cheese.”

— Bobby Yingo at the Jiffy Lube

“I have been pondering movement and change in general. And it would seem to me that space-time as a paradigmatical setting for being is actually a kind of panconscious relativity. There is no movement within spacetime, but rather there is experiencing different relationships within spacetime. Every new relation has a corresponding experiencing.

So our space time relativity is actually the relativity that arises when an infinite differential of phenomenological experiences are in relationship. Space-time is emerging as a result of consciousness rather than the other way around.

That is a thought I’m toying with anyway. It just seems to me that mind being an embedded principle would also imply that mind is a placing principle as well. That everything moves through mind so to speak. This would explain why our completely interconnected existence isn’t stagnate. Relationships are the premise. And they are not singularities but rather they are differentials.”

— an anonymous informant (MT)

“I find the evidence for and discussion of ‘Climate Change’ entirely compelling. Personally, however, this seems to be a semantic ruse to avoid the actual, and far more lethal topics of abject environmental devastation and multi-layered niche poisoning.”

— an intelligence agent

Circa 2010: “…the Public Library of Science study found 121 different types of pesticides within 887 wax, pollen, bee and hive samples.”

“I feel this almost visceral need to have some kind of really serious ongoing conflict with you…”

— true flirting

“I feel kind of sorry for the people think that I’m really shallow. Because they‘re probably right. But not in the ways they are thinking.”

— Bobby Yingo at Patriot Prayer Rally

“I encourage you to completely ignore news and related media, and to focus instead on environments and relationships that you are actually personally involved in.”

— an a i

“I don’t want to have to keep swallowing crazier and crazier people just to get rid of the last insane person that managed to grab the status.”

— infraheard (paraphrased) EW

“I don’t understand animals.

Take dogs. Well, actually… take »male dogs.

Apparently, for male dogs, bladders are banks and piss is money.

Once outside, a male dog on a walk will carefully scrutinize every interesting opportunity to spend piss, even when being essentially dragged along concrete by its phone-drunk master. This is, in part, because they decide where to piss like the rest of their life depended on it… even when they pretend it’s all casual.

And that’s something I think we can relate to. Directly. The pretending something’s casual thing.

Anyway.

Every male dog has unique spending habits. You can see them evaluating traces in the air, and the moment they make the decision: ‘it’s not really worth pissing here’.

And these guys are prodigies of elite bladder control. Some spots get a few drops, others a little jet, others a stream. There’s a heirarchy of piss expenditure all along the walk. For male dogs, routes have something analysts might call ‘a piss expediture profile’. On a known route, if a male dog isn’t allowed to visit all the spots it previously sussed, it will collapse the entire route into ‘one spot that absolutely must receive piss’.

Now, as far as I can reckon, cats »don’t save their piss. And if they spend it outside the catbox, it’s because the food was late, or bad, or I violated invisible cat protocols from other dimensions.

Then they spend it very generously — in one of my shoes. Or, if I really fucked up, on my pillow. Nor shall they cease at mere pissing. This makes some kinds of sense to me, except the rules from impossible dimensions of cat-mind.

Actually, I do understand animals. But, as a comedian, it works out better for everyone if I pretend I don’t, first.

And just so you know, I am really holding back here…

I mean, just for starters, I could go into »what dogs think of what humans do with piss… or the esoteric mysteries of female canine pissery…”

— Bobby Yingo at the Fire Hydrant