Surprised? Pt II

I wrote this post in 2008 and nothing has changed.

Reading the about the latest mass murder, the killing spree and Northern Illinois University yesterday, I am struck by how surprised the media makes out everyone to be about how this could happen. People, you better get used to it. It's going to become a very common occurence.
There are a certain percentage of people with faulty brain wiring. Bipolars, sociopaths, pedophiles, or people who just enjoy killing or hurting others. That percentage probably stays fairly steady. So why the increase in these kind of incidents?
Easy. The world population continues to GROW at a steady rate.
The world population:

1961......3 billion
1974......4 billion
1987......5 billion
1999......6 billion
2011......7 billion (projected)
2024......8 billion (projected)
2042......9 billion (projected)

So even as the percentage of defectively brain wired people stays the same, the ABSOLUTE numbers of these people increase significantly. And they are in closer and closer contact with the rest of us. So more opportunity for adverse contacts.

So get used to events of this type. They will happen more and more frequently in the future.

Stages by Hermann Hesse

As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.

The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slave of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.

"Stages" by Hermann Hesse

Plan de Vida

Radiohead - Scotch Mist

A film with Radiohead in it made for New Year's Eve, 2007. Features every song on their new album IN RAINBOWS

Weird Fishes-Arpeggi Bodysnatchers Jigsaw falling Into Place Faust Arp 15 Steps Videotape Reckoner House Of Cards All I Need Nude

Lyrical Medicine Chest

Lyrical Medicine Chest (Full) from 60.46 Productions on Vimeo.

Three stories reflecting on love and loss are connected through an autobus traveling from country to city.
A young man falls in love,
two lovers confront their dwindling relationship,
and a jaded musician rediscovers himself in a small town.
Adapted from Doctor Erich Kästner's Lyrical Medicine Chest, these vignettes, entitled "Sample of Eternal Love," "Relevant Romance," and "Nocturnal Recipe for City Dwellers," are translated here for the first time in English.
Winner of PBS' Reel 13 competition and selected by Anthology Film Archives NYC.

Kristin Diable Iko Iko

Kristin Diable's "Iko Iko"! from kristin diable on Vimeo.


Happy Mardi Gras from New Orleans.

We Were Never Born

WE WERE NEVER BORN from Dosnoventa on Vimeo.


"I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree on a cold winter day. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space, but the emptiness of space will never crumble away because it was never born." Jack Kerouac