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Electronic: Aphex Twin, Jon and Vangelis, Vangelis, Jonny Greenwood Post-punk/ new wave: The Cure, Joy Division, The Fall Alt. Rock: Radiohead n' Coldplay, U2, One Direction (shows you exactly the kind of gayness you don't wanna exhibit in life), R.E.M., The Smiths, Frank Black n' Pixies (reminds you, like a good fps, that your animal side will never let you expel that yearning for "violence") Prog: King Crimson, Yes, Floyd, Roger Waters If you got a hard on now I don't mind if you wanna ask for specific works...

Ain't that movie just the biggest thorn on the side of your brain? For a spacious and dissociated movie, by god it's dense. Not a frame is without traces of the human experience. Just like in real life, everything relates to everything else. But while the movie begs to be watched and watched and ripped open, it is an awful place to start getting inspiration for your precious awakening process. There is indeed a lot of stuff on the screen. I won't give you my analsis. I'll wait for the few or the many words of those who are interested. Maybe then I'll place a few words. I feel the nature of Blade Runner can only be tapped in two ways: either we abush Hamptom Fancher, David Peoples and Ridley Scott all at once, or we spray the ideas reflecting our respective experiences in a petri dish and see what crystallizes. I hope you don't see any of this as compelling, in any questionable way! Cheers >

Do you believe that to feel the horror and frustration of the past is to remain trapped in the past? What do you mean by getting past emotional hangups?

Okay, this is weird, but I have to get it off my chest. http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLgs-TVd3LfVbhddZsX0DqB82EnzctWkTj&feature=mh_lolz The linked playlist contains eleven songs that have sunk deep into my unconscious many years ago. The songs are monuments to the deepest depression I have ever felt when I was truly clenched in the talon of my family, helpless. Being between 5 years old and 15 years old. To me, they all sound like dying feels (I have come close to death once.) They give me a feeling of invisibility, just as I felt invisible to my family. The songs really are the encapsulation of bad memories. A section I don't remember won't depress me, and might even entertain me, but any section I do remember switches the switch back on. Most of them played on my mother's stereo on and off for at least ten years. Some played in the car when the radio was on, and remind me of days of compulsory travel, dissociated boredom, and kept haunting me through the years as they remained very popular on the radio. Clearly I remember, the music marked the barrier between me and the adults towering above me. There was that world of strange love songs that I didn't understand, and I feel like the presence of the music in the house was more important to my parents than my presence was to them. What they warmed up to, left me cold... The songs are in a specific order: the first song is the most depressing to me, the last one is the lesser of eleven evils. Reviews: 1. Can't get over you - Lionel Richie (Listen to the fakeness, the overall unpleasantness of the whole thing... listening to the song gives me bellyache. Lionel sounds like his "love" gives him just that, a bellyache. My mother preparing supper in an empty house, unwinding in her bubble which I try desperately to squeeze myself in, but I am unwelcome, I don't have my bitter adult fakeness skills down.) 2. Careless Whisper - George Michael (The saxophone riff starts, and I feel like reaching for a gun to shoot myself. When I was young, I didn't feel the subtleties of the playing or the production, I felt the melodies like someone condemning me to cry for eternity. Love is hell, my future is hell, and all relationships are a tragedy. I close myself and my parents want just that. I don't wanna hear about being jaded! I'm a child! Why can't you play The Cure or something tasteful?) 3. I Need to Know - Marc Anthony (Is there anything more unappealing than a sludge of latino music and 90s boy band screeching? Marc Anthony, you're really selfish. It sounds like you're having fun in the stereo, meanwhile I'm alone on a cloudy Sunday afternoon, my mother's passing the vacuum, and I don't feel anything. This is the ugliest song of the bunch.) 4. Simply Red - If You Don't Know Me Right Now ("Cos we only act like children! When we argue fuss and fight" Can you lift your asses and sort our family out instead of playing plodding songs on the stereo? What's so magestic about adult life anyway? It all seems so helplessly painful.) 5. Your Love is King - Sade (The song that defines my mother. She's playing her compilation album of Sade again? Oh, god damn it. Well, the music is kind of cute, so I'll try to absorb it the best I can and be loved. But she has a foreign accent, so I'm utterly consternated sometimes by the weirdness of the singing and I'm slightly terrified by my mother. So I take it that being mature is being ambiguous and alienating...) 6. Smooth Operator - Sade (I'll be more like my mother now. I actually stopped on my bike in front of a friend's house on my own as she was playing in the front yard with a friend, told her I was Mexican and "sung" the chorus to impress her, and biked off) 7. What's Love Got to Do With It - Tina Turner (Ok, this is kinda like soft Disco. Tina's voice is like a screeching gerbil in my ear. Please turn it off mom. Thank you.) 8. Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler (How do these 70s pop artists manage to sound more despondent than the most miserable track of any Brit new wave band? THE SONG STARTS OFF LIKE THE SOUNDTRACK TO A ROTTEN CORPSE, then the chorus is like a total betrayal of that. What the hell?!) 9. I Want to Know What Love Is - Foreigner (The song is more in my repertoire. It has quite an atmosphere to it and the verses sound ambitious, but the chorus sounds the same way a cold shower feels. They just couldn't help licking the hit radio audience's boots for a taste of success. It's a betrayal.) 10. What is Love - Haddaway (As a kid, I was very sensitive to landscapes, and when my family visited my grandparents in Québec city, I felt the experience deeply. I mean the song is interesting but to me it's the elevator music of being stuck in a car and stuck in a room with people I didn't particularly like but travelled 100 miles to meet, with an urban landscape of power lines and buildings slowly travelling from one side of my eye to the other.) 11. The Living Years - Mike and the Mechanics (More weird singing and dreadful choruses alienating me. The chorus has mentions of death and sounds like dying, yet it's supposed to be uplifting.) I'm glad I survived that. Hot damn. I feel alienated now. I think I know now why I listen to so much music. I'm trying to wash the bitter taste out of my mouth. What's uplifting about music that sounds obsessive? Why pound emotions into the listener? That's not art. That's not art. That's torture for children. What is your experience of those songs? Have you had similar experiences with the music of your parents and your grandparents?

Pretty much never...

Right now, I'm angry and at the same time, frightful. So, I live at the top floor of a 3-storey apartment building. Two weeks ago, my neighbor across the corridor brings in a dog against the rules of the place which prohibit ownership of any pets. After a week of hearing the dog bark and then the woman abusively yell and launch at the dog doing god knows what, I decide I've had enough. I knock on her door and talk to her about dealing with it more peacefully, and if everything fails, send the dog to the animal protection services. She puts on pretty faces, lies that the dog is the problem, gets defensive when I bring up her responsibility, denies abuse, and actually lies that she's the owner and that she will get the dog trained soon, both of which turned out to be false! Over time, the situation just worsens, as I'm trying to figure out what I have the right to demand from her, and also, what is the nature of what I need to point out to her! So after a week, I go and knock on her door again, and all the focus and concentration I can muster comes out like this: what you're doing is disrespectful. It was true perhaps, but not agile, and she becomes abusive, asking me if I'm high and asking me if there's anything else I want to whine about. Due to my history, that sends me in a state of complete submission. She got me. She says the dog is her brother's possession and that she'll be keeping him for just a few more days, which ends up being the case. But not all ends well. I get a sense that I've been taken over by her, and I feel a sense of inferiority that can only dissipate if I confront her and point out her abuse and her great disrespect. But I look at the future without much confidence. I don't want the situation to turn bad like last time, or turn abusive myself. I feel this sense of urgency, that this is the time or never to act on my values, stand my ground instead of putting up with abuse, to preserve my soul. There's like a fight with the sadistic cunt going on inside my head, and it's very, very stressful. This amygdala response kind of flares up every time I hear someone in the hallway. And today, catastrophe: another neighbor on my floor has brought in a much bigger dog. He's been barking on and off for an hour now. What the hell is wrong with those people?!?! I'm pretty sure if it goes on for more than two days, I need to step in and tell them... that other people don't have to put up with the mayhem of a loud dog in an apartment builsing just because some guy was so irresponsible that he had no other place to lend it while he was doing whatever! That I'm not your family's m-----------g slave!!! But all those plans are stagnating at the point of theorizing. I'm as scared and blinded now as I was when the cunt was verbally abusing me. I'm afraid of resorting to dissociated subservience to the sadistic horizontal predations of nihilists. Self-fulfilling prophecy. I'm not sure what to do. I have very anxious responses to that type of situation. I have no idea what part of my plans is just reproduction of past unconscious means of survival.

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Well, here's the whole episode. Enjoy these child discipline themes. By the way, Trey Parker is a libertarian.http://www.mojvideo.com/video-south-park-tsst/a6851d2dbaee6e969d8f

Do I even need to say anything? This video is an opportunistic assault on reality. It tries to disprove an entire scientific discipline out of picking science students lacking knowledge to interview. And redefines trust as faith. Pure propaganda. I'm not gonna take any more of it.

His credentials for rationality are certainly there!

Ison is approaching, becoming increasingly brighter. The comet has passed the proximity of planet Mars and is currently visible through binocs from dark areas on Earth. It will be visible to the naked eye for a few days at certain times. In the attached image is the comet Lovejoy, which passed in 2011. While comets can be unpredictable and Ison's potential is often put back into question, Ison is several times larger than Lovejoy. The comet will be visible until November 17th, and flare up on November 28th during a quick passage near the Sun. From what I imagine, it will literally stick out of the blue sky. It's important to know when the comet will be precisely in the local sky to get the best glimpse or any glimpse at all; in certain places for instance, it can reveal itself in the horizon of a sunrise before it fades amongst daylight. So, Ison. A great event. Happy "star" gazing. (sorry for posting in the wrong category)

Well, you're at a point in your life where the need to change yourself is becoming absolutely clear. If you were terrified that the girl might not want to carry on knowing you, then it was an ancient fear of rejection that you are destined to project on every next relationship until you become conscious of the truth. Rediscovering past traumas that you have normalized. Seeing what horrors you have projected onto the world to survive your family situation as a child. Your eyes are closed on the real world so that your family can keep you close without having to address any harm they've ever done to you.

Maybe I failed to specify it. I think it's the right angle to take, if it comes to that. Like, after all else failed.

There's something you're missing out. Yes, I understand that being upfront with abusers will always get them to get defensive and act out on their victims. But when it comes to abuse, if you have a situation where you are personally involved like Nicolas is who's got plenty of time to make the move, then there's a time where you should do it, and that's when absolute diplomacy doesn't do the trick. But I'm not talking about forcing her to obey. I'm talking about knocking on the door until you can get the word in that there is a serious problem with the way she is dealing with the problem, that it's immoral and that it needs to change.

Oh. Well if you're the one who saw the movie then it's my views that were prejudicial. I saw some clips and I didn't think the movie spoke for freedom, it just seemed like exactly the kind of military-sociopathic propaganda flick you're used to seeing come out of hollywood's anus. I mean when you're watching Full Metal Jacket's first act, you have the constant training, the sociopathic attitude, the military music, but you know the movie is portraying a descent into insanity because the camera's eye is a sort of clinical perspective, and you can sort of see the life being squeezed out of the characters. The scenes on youtube, especially those with the kids and Harrisson Ford don't seem to communicate an ounce of psychology or human conflict.

I'm having a neighbour abuse problem as well. It's going on as I'm typing this. About a week ago, a female neighbour on the third floor of my apartment complex where I live, betrayed the rules by bringing in a small dog. Cats are allowed by the landlord, but no dogs, and I can fully understand why that is. In the beginning, I took notice by hearing the small dog barking repetedly, probably ten instances per day, most likely at the window, always followed by the oppressive yelling, ordering and scolding of the owner. I'm afraid of what's happening to that poor dog right now, because the owner might be a huge sadist who uses a dog instead of children to pour the toxins in. The barking has never ceased from an escalation of yelling, but always in a silence, and sometimes in the midst of sounds of physical assault. Muffled barks. (right now she's at the verge of tears) There's grave physical violence that's involved. Some of the barking might be from the abuse. She just charged at him because I heard the footsteps and the dog has emitted a loud bark and gone silent. Oh gee.

Well, you could tell her that since the loud abuse you're half subjected to is your business, you're going to be involved in the situation until it improves whether she likes it or not. Also, I think a great way to disarm the violent approach to parenting problem solving is to say that to destroy the wishes of the child has to be replaced with accomodating them at all costs because as the pain and agony and depression of the child show, the current situation is dangerous for his future.

I know it's not too much of a stertch to say so, but police officers are much freer to unleash their sadistic impulses, therefore extremely dangerous. They got immunity. All they need is to arrange it so they act out in secret, but that's really not hard at all.

From what I've seen the movie looks violently propagandistic.

I've pondered on what you had to say intermittently, lately. I think it's some really strong and fundamental advice. I've written this in my notes: "Achievement does not come from willpower, but freedom." Thank you for this nugget of very important thoughts.

No! This is exactly what I was disproving!

Isn't debate.org just a site where only demagogues get the upper hand? It think it is. I mean, the site is broken! Not only are nearly all users statists, there is actually a voting system that picks out a winner and a loser in each debate, based on criteria such as conduct, grammar, and how convincing your arguments were! What is that? What has the winner achieved? Well, again, he was just the more proficient demagogue. Not that this system of winners and losers prevents a viewer from scrolling down to see the actual arguments and get what they want out of the debate. But at the end of the day, the average member will only see the site as a highly stimulating extension of the democratic world he comes from, and therefore, a reinforcement of their irrationalities. Over a month ago, I had two debates where I argued against the state. Both my adversaries started by saying thank you for this, I accept this debate, 1. this 2. that 3. the other, of course, but I from what I saw, they were absolute sophists. They responded to my arguments in ways that were so dishonest it was worthy of you banging your head against a wall. They constantly used fogging and arguments from adjective, and even resorted to relativism. But the criteria were "grammar", "conduct" (in a world where people see anarchy as a death sentence), and "most convincing arguments". They won, by a long shot, and some comments pointed out that I was rude, when I was simply pointing out my opponents' dishonesty and overall manipulation! Oh, that's right. The rating system is like an authority figure. If you're sensitive to disapproval, debating on that website can make you feel like you don't know what you're talking about. A debate is not about who wins, it's about what is true. And Debate.org, the one debating website, is simply about reinforcing the status quo.

It is contradictory to say that you can have an effect on the selling of an unhealthy product which is so monstrously overused by people that it raises health insurance premiums by individually boycotting it in your routine. The action of putting a bad product (for whatever reason incl. externalities) out of market isn't initiated by you choosing not to buy it, but by the knowledge that makes it seem like a bad product. The only way in which boycott disqualifies a product is where knowledge of its shortcomings incites investors and collaborators to turn it down, or where the same knowledge transmitted to the customers in a market leads to its failure.

This is exactly the kind of s--t that actually creeps me out in lefty dialogue. This startling overdramatization.