You will not be able to stay home, comrade.

The phrenologists are all dead, but their torch is yet carried.

Welcome to Lupine_canine's petpage! This page serves as a gallery for a great deal of Pacmanite's artwork, both neopet and non-neopet related.

Sustainable infrastructure is not only within reach of any cohesive state, but also in within reach of any individual who could afford to own about an acre of land.

A scabby ketchup bottle and a two-dollar bill I guess its time to pay the bill, but you know I never will I'm hungry still

Of all the stranger things that ever not even in the hundrund and badst pageans of unthowsent and wonst nice

the way we farm our food now is largely inefficient and mindbogglingly wasteful and stupid

*moans, rolls over, pulling covers over head, chasing sleep like dogs chase squirrels*

biotronic vat-grown amazonian S&D mechadroidonic fasciofuturism

i was suddenly feeling guilty for being back there and reading it, like it was some kind of forbidden knowledge, and i ducked behind the stack before i started reading.

Leftwing intellectualism and the bourgeois cult of words.

reza negarestani begins cyclonopedia by suggesting he has an account on suicidegirls.com. to me, this is audacious - in both contemporary fiction and philosophy there seems to be a total hesitancy in addressing the basic details of how we, in the 21st century, live our lives.

In this way, one could see great potential in Cybersyn, at least on the surface, in that the aim of regulating value is essentially an exercise of trying to bias the system, i.e. society, towards some goal by the system controller, and that could theoretically be done by a true democratic vote. We could have our cake and eat it too... In contrast, the market is an autonomous entity, a beast prone to roam wild until it is attacked and consumed by some other beast, more vicious and powerful. However, it is also precisely because of that potential for control that Cybersyn suffers a fatal flaw: it will never be able to maintain itself in balance while maintaining an accurate representation of the underlying economy it seeks to model.

For the most part, the directors (“interventors”) of the new state industries were competent, however, some were not, and it was difficult to determine the difference with the few existing channels of communication between industry and state. In August of that month, Fernando Flores, the young intellectual who had been named General Manager of the CORFO, the state institution that regulated the recently nationalized factories, flew to England to meet with a very peculiar man. Bearded and eccentric, lacking any formal degree in cybernetics or computer sciences, Stafford Beer was a visionary in the mold of Bill Gates or Steve Jobs, with one key difference – he was a socialist, even a techno-communist. He spoke no Spanish. However, he communicated to Flores – in broken Latin – that he very much desired to offer his expertise to the Chilean project.

of course all this came crashing down sometime in the last 6 or 8 years, when all of the sudden we were suddenly supposed to be putting ourselves online. the anarchy of identity had to be corralled somehow and exposed to the market. imagine, you go up to a stranger on the street and start to discuss the most personal parts of your sexuality and experiences with them... of course, this is quaint and a little perverted - yet totally acceptable! - within an anonymous framework, when we can never really be sure if the other is telling us the truth (and they always are in a way) and so we chalk it up to the strangeness of the medium. but is the medium changing us now?

Post 1970's abandonment of the Bretton Woods system there came about a fantastic chain of events that threw the entire world on the fast track to destruction. Neoliberalism had been incubating at the University of Chicago for some years, but they were suddenly tapped to provide answers for where a sudden glut of gulf oil revenue should go. Their answer: To The Third World! After all, Mr. Woods was no longer around to lend a helping hand, the Soviet Union was lolling around like fat idiots getting ready to melt, and there's no better time like the present to introduce finance into every market available.

The pipsqueak, by now, is an old, well-explored character in literature. Normally I’d avoid quoting Tao Lin, but he’s one of the few writers today who’s realized that the pipsqueak’s mind-disease has leaked out of literature and now roots in the populace at large—that is, we’re all of us, men and women, rich and poor, smart and dumb, we’re all of us becoming pipsqueaks. Never has this been more clear than at a party I attended last Friday night.

I have always been fascinated by games of war. I think its the ease in which my mind is able to sync with the way a war game works; in a war without the mucky mess of Clausewitz's political object, a war without worry of the consquences, the mind is free to zip along unadultered lines of strategy and tactics with a childish joy in its heart. The heart of the mind, I mean; the rest of it might still be freaking the fuck out. Which brings us to Dungeon Crawl Stone Soup...

Like many 2dcons - those who have an attraction to anime characters to the exclusion of all else - I am unable to trace the trajectory of my own sexual awakening within the symbolic language furnished by the 3d world. For me, sexuality is only ever exterior and cannot exist separate, prior, or deprived of the synthetic outside quantities. For this reason, the discussion and modelling of 2dcon phenomena must occur within an anti-epistomological and schizoanalytical critical space.