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]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/18660325/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/18660325/ Wed, 04 Jun 2008 10:58:47 PDT [link]

It seems that our idiotic neo-con wannabe government (robo Harpo) is once again trying to ram some very restrictive inbred legislation down Canadian throats. If this updated Copyright Act amendment were to pass:
- copying a file from a CD you purchased to your iPod would be illegal
- downloading a song from a P2P network would get you a $500 fine, per song!
(even if you owned the CD!)
- copying a recorded or time-shifted program from your Tivo or PVR would be illegal
- unlocking a locked cell phone (to use on another carrier) would be illegal
- owning unlocking software would get you jail time!
- using deCSS of similar decrypting program just to play your legit DVD on Linux,
that would be illegal!
- hacking your DVD player (or PC internal DVD drive) to handle multi region play - illegal!
- using your $10 Chinese DVD player (without proper MPEG licenses) would be illegal!
- using any of your music as background for your YouTube posted video -illegal!
(yes, there is a doctrine of "fair use" , but not since the RIAA treats all music listeners
as criminals...)

Basically, it's an open invitation for the likes of the American RIAA and MPAA to sue Canadians cross-border and run roughshod over our privary, rights, and music.
We've been preached that performance works such as music and movies are are actually PROPERTY, like cars, and thus require protection from stealing, just like cars.
At least when you buy a car, you own it. Ford can't come knocking on your door and say they want it back or that they want to make sure you don't let anyone else drive it!
The don't have that right; you have a receipt. But MUSIC, oh, that's a different animal, they want us to believe (after taking our money). They want to rent it to us.

Look at the way iTunes works now. You really don't own the music you "buy". You are only renting it. In fact if Apple decided to nuke your tunes, they'd be all gone. They are all tied to your account, and not to local copies you have on your PC. If your account were to be disabled, stolen, hijacked or compromised, all your music could be rendered unplayable in an electronic microsecond. The upside is that if your PC was stolen, you could retrieve all your rented music onto your new computer, but let's make it clear, that the music is NOT your property, it's Apple's, since they control it. They can give it back to you, if you are nice.

Yes, I know stealing it stealing, but it's not exactly the same, borrowing bits as stealing a diamond ring (or a bag of chips) from a store. For example, I have something like 30+ gigs of mp3 music, for which I have only about 300 CDs I've purchased. Am I a thief? Maybe I've listened to a song once, twice, or maybe never. I don't share those songs, I don't deprive the artists from revenue. If I don't play music I really like more than once, I'd likely never buy it either! The reality of music CD packaging is that you get one or 2 good tracks and rest is pure tripe. Worse, the way most music is viewed as now (by the seller/producer) is not that you OWN it. You really are only having a very limited right to listen to it. For now, you can legally make a copy to listen to in your car, but if this bill passed you won't be. Next time you get pulled over for speeding, the cop may demand a full copy of your iPod and ding you $500 for every song you have on there! I don't put it past the American psycho-cop mentality to cross the border, with RIAA sponsored Music-Police harassing people at every street corner. Welcome to your new police state, people!

So at 30 gigs of music ( though it might be 50 gigs by now), say 10,000 songs, at $500 dollar fine is $5 million dollars! However if I were to buy each song on iTunes for 99 cents, I'd spend only $9900 ! So which is it, what is a song really worth!?

You might say to me, just go out and buy the music! I do, if I can. Most what I like
to listen to is no longer available, only available in used shops, on vinyl or cassette, so there is little recourse. For music I like, music I listen to regularly, I will spend money, so long as the music company doesn't try to hijack and infest my computer (like the infamous Sony rootkit fiasco). But those bastards won't get my money if they bury the music so deep in protection schemes, rules and regulations and excessive restrictions on how and where I can enjoy that music. So, I will take my chances. In the meantime, I suggest you try to support band ands music companies that maximize profits for the actual performers and not the parasitic record labels, advertizers and assorted pimps.

Do you think you won't get caught? Think again! Almost all filthy ISPs are now using sleazy application filtering - bandwidth throttling, to degrade P2P, torrent... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/17151721/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/17151721/ Sun, 02 Mar 2008 15:34:15 PST
Friendship! What a beautiful thing! Long before any of us blurred our realities with hormones, lust and sex, there was friendship. Simple, pure and innocent friendship. In our earliest youth, we meet someone, we decide we liked them and if they liked us, voila, we were "friends". In those days of pre-school or Kindergarten, we found it essential to find and make friends, since it was our first opportunity to make social contacts outside of our families. So important in those formative years,we got something that perhaps we could get from no other source- validation - a believable secondary source that clearly said we were "good" and "worth it". We liked someone, and they liked us back. It's as complex and simple as that. Sure, we have parents, siblings, but they ~have~ to like us, or live with or at least put up with us. Friends have no natural obligation to do so. Why does one human pick another to befriend, ally themselves with, protect, defend, comfort, console and... trust? Certainly, in a merely evolutionary sense, to make ourselves vulnerable like this is bad, however the benefits must outweigh the detriments. Apart from combating loneliness, making friends is a way of protecting ourselves, from the harshness of the world, and particularly from the harshness of other people that are not your friends. In Kindergarten or grade 12, your friends will defend and protect you, even if you do not need it, for there is safety in numbers. But there is something else, not just a survival instinct; there is joy of friendship. We are ~happy~ to have friends, to see them, to spend time with them, discover their lives, personalities and intricacies of their minds, as well as open ourselves to be discovered. And therein lies the danger too - another person out there that knows YOU, all your dirty little secrets, what makes you tick, what ticks you off, and most importantly, they know how to hurt you. As in all relationships, there is joy and pain. There are inevitably disagreements, discussions, fights. ..And make-ups, where all things are forgiven, amends made and the friendship is resumed, hopefully (but not always!) a little stronger (or sadly a crumbling wall with another missing brick). This is the double edged sword of friendship, to get, you have to give. And there is risk.

What is it that makes friendships persist, or terminate? There is a saying - "Birds of a Feather Flock Together", which obviously means that we seek and keep friends that are similar to ourselves. Maybe similar interests (even one), similar histories, common language etc., but ~something~ attracts us to this person, and it is not sexual!*
It's no surprise that we seek people that resemble us - a kind of narcissism - we reflect ourselves in our friends. We choose friends with characteristics or traits we possess or admire or even lack. We are also happy to know that we are not alone in our thoughts and opinions - "who we are" - and that at least one other person agrees or sympathizes with us. Unfortunately, with passing time and experience, new friends, spouses, jobs, and distance, friends can drift apart and relationships attenuate, weaken. Like a marriage, or any relationship, friendships take some effort on both sides, and without that visible effort, neither party can feel that the venture is longer viable or worthwhile. The End of Friendship. But does this really need to happen? Think about it. People never really change, not at their cores. Whichever things initially attracted you to that person, that person still possesses, no? So unless YOU yourself have drastically changed (or your friend has), the friendship can be salvaged! I'm not saying that it can be how it was on the first day. Nor would you want it to be, Think of all times you spent together, shared experiences, suffering. Was your friend there for you? Did they offer to help you without thinking? Who did you share your innermost thoughts with? Who helped you through the toughest times in your life? Do all these things mean nothing? All those experiences changed you both, and in some way made you who you are today- your lives are indelibly intertwined forever! It doesn't matter that you do no have the exact same personalities or interests - that would be too boring! But there does have to be an element of the same validation and... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/15194834/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/15194834/ Tue, 23 Oct 2007 21:17:44 PDT [link]

unnamed robots sent me this!
I had to laugh, the interface connectors were all wrong!
the voltage levels too! TTL won't work with 3 volt CMOS!
how could they! silly humans...
nothing more to say.
-robo

]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/12732597/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/12732597/ Wed, 25 Apr 2007 16:08:37 PDT I'm not sure if it's a real person or story, but it probably is how many
soldiers (or their families) must be feeling. I can't say I disagree!
Not for the faint of heart who are afraid expletives! For foreign readers,
the abundant use of the F-word may refer to acts of procreation
Georgie - keep up the good work!
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From an Angry Soldier

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Date: 2007-04-10, 1:00PM PDT


I'm having the worst damn week of my whole damn life so I'm going to write this while I'm pissed off enough to do it right.

I am SICK of all this bullshit people are writing about the Iraq war. I am abso-fucking-lutely sick to death of it. What the fuck do most of you know about it? You watch it on TV and read the commentaries in the newspaper or Newsweek or whatever god damn yuppie news rag you subscribe to and think you're all such fucking experts that you can scream at each other like five year old about whether you're right or not. Let me tell you something: unless you've been there, you don't know a god damn thing about it. It you haven't been shot at in that fucking hell hole, SHUT THE FUCK UP!

How do I dare say this to you moronic war supporters who are "Supporting our Troops" and waving the flag and all that happy horse shit? I'll tell you why. I'm a Marine and I served my tour in Iraq. My husband, also a Marine, served several. I left the service six months ago because I got pregnant while he was home on leave and three days ago I get a visit from two men in uniform who hand me a letter and tell me my husband died in that fucking festering sand-pit. He should have been home a month ago but they extended his tour and now he's coming home in a box.

You fuckers and that god-damn lying sack of shit they call a president are the reason my husband will never see his baby and my kid will never meet his dad.

And you know what the most fucked up thing about this Iraq shit is? They don't want us there. They're not happy we came and they want us out NOW. We fucked up their lives even worse than they already were and they're pissed off. We didn't help them and we're not helping them now. That's what our soldiers are dying for.

Oh while I'm good and worked up, the government doesn't even have the decency to help out the soldiers whos lives they ruined. If you really believe the military and the government had no idea the veterans' hospitals were so fucked up, you are a god-damn retard. They don't care about us. We're disposable. We're numbers on a page and they'd rather forget we exist so they don't have to be reminded about the families and lives they ruined while they're sipping their cocktails at another fund raiser dinner. If they were really concerned about supporting the troops, they'd bring them home so their families wouldn't have to cry at a graveside and explain to their children why mommy or daddy isn't coming home. Because you can't explain it. We're not fighting for our country, we're not fighting for the good of Iraq's people, we're fighting for Bush's personal agenda. Patriotism my ass. You know what? My dad served in Vietnam and NOTHING HAS CHANGED.

So I'm pissed. I'm beyond pissed. And I'm going to go to my husband funeral and recieve that flag and hang it up on the wall for my baby to see when he's older. But I'm not going to tell him that his father died for the stupidty of the American government. I'm going to tell him that his father was a hero and the best man I ever met and that he loved his country enough to die for it, because that's all true and nothing will be solved by telling my son that his father was sent to die by people who didn't care about him at all.

Fuck you, war supporters, George W. Bush, and all the god damn mother fuckers who made the war possible. I hope you burn in hell.

]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/10903348/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/10903348/ Thu, 30 Nov 2006 15:31:24 PST
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Regina Spektor - Fidelity

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

And suppose I never met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better better better better
Better better better

I never love nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting by heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart

]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/10411195/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/10411195/ Mon, 16 Oct 2006 11:03:12 PDT
]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/10089102/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/10089102/ Sat, 16 Sep 2006 08:55:13 PDT n++;
if ( t != 0 ) {
printk("Happy Birthday to me!\n");
printk("You have %d years left\n", t);
}
else {
printk("Time to die!\n");
printk("So long and thanks for all the fish!\n");
sync();
exit(0);
} ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/8493927/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/8493927/ Sun, 16 Apr 2006 21:11:40 PDT [link]
What, only six?

1. I like Bulgarian Feta cheese and black olive sandwiches. This kept most people
far away from me in the high school cafeteria, which was great ..except for the
Vietnamese and thier fermented squid soup.

1.6180 I once (as a baby) "accidently" ate a sandwich consisting of milk scum (the stuff that
floats on the top when you boil milk), and rat poison {warfarin} (thinking it was sugar) on bread. I lived!
Now I try to eat as much sugar as possible as I think it prevents cancer and death

2. I didn't like any other kind of music except classical (Beethoven & Mozart) until the age
of 22, when I was corrupted by a girl I fell in love with and went
to a Rolling Stones Concert.... The end of my Robotic Phase
of musical taste and the beginning of my appreciation of human voice.

2.71828 My Robotic Phase included Kraftwerk ("We are the Robots", my fave)
Walter (now Wendy) Carlos' "Switched on Bach", Jean-Michel Jarre and Tomita.

3. I ~built~ my first computer when I was 14. I first programmed one at 13. Fortran IV on cards.

3.14159 Bill Gates wanted to buy my PDP-10 but the deal fell through because he was too cheap.
I wanted 140K$ but his cheap people wanted to pay only 40k$. In the end I got only <10k$ elsewhere

4. I love the smell of Scotch brand transparent sticky tape. hmm like fresh new synthetic pine trees!

4.2 I have an exceptionally well developed sense of smell. I attribute this to my large nose
and likely existence of my Jacob's Organ, an extra sense gland that allows me to sometimes
sense from body odour and pheromones if someone is afraid, sick or bleeding.
This is considered a medical disorder: Hyperosmia,
"characteristic of someone with a neurotic or histrionic personality". great.

5. I have never been drunk or (passed out from it), never taken any drugs, happy gas, sniffed
glue, eaten magic mushrooms etc.. (except coffee and aspirin). I get high from smelling a freshly bathed body,
sweet perfumes, and nice fruity shampoo'd hair. I believe in natural happiness, not a chemical induced one.

5.729 I only drink alcohol rarely, never alone, usually with a meal, and only for taste.

6. It takes me about three years for me to know, trust and like someone (if they stick around that long).
It takes about 3 seconds for people to decide if they like (or tolerate) me, and those that do
claim that they can never know me completely. Those that don't, really can't stand me, and the feeling is mutual!

6.99999 It takes me on average 9 years to get over a past girl-friend. With no one in between.

7.777 I can divine (witch) for buried water, pipes and wires using two L-shaped copper wires.
My detection accuracy is less than 4 cm on x/y, unkown depth, 9 times out of 10. Unfortunately,
this does not allow me to find buried treasure, buy winning lottery tickets or find a mate
It only works for something which has a flow of ions/electrons. For example, I could find a
buried body, as long as they were still pumping blood... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/7131811/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/7131811/ Thu, 24 Nov 2005 11:15:06 PST don't blame me! made me do it!

Three names you go by
1. H
2. Putzi
3. Adolf (yes the lady at the market can't remember my name, but remembers
it's German so she calls me Adolf!){actually I've been called The Spelling Nazi before}

Three screen names you've had
1. Waldo
2. classified by order of CIA
3. classified by order of FBI

Three physical things you like about yourself
1. My nose
2. My eyes
3. classified

Three physical things you don't like about yourself
1. my ears
2. may hair
3. classified

Three parts of your heritage
1. Peruvian/Inca/Spanish language, art and culture
2. Heil! Papers Bitte! Mach schnell!
3. classified - closed case X-file involving alien DNA.

Three things that scare you
1. really big spiders, snakes, people with hairy backs or one eyebrow
2. total truth
3. George Bush (really really scary!)

Three of your everyday essentials
1. shower & brush teeth
2. coffee (strong!), apple juice and waffles for breakfast!
3. reading/books/internet/email/music/cats (ok I realise that's waaay more than 3)

Three things you are wearing right now
1. black pants
2. black top, black socks
3. black eye patch

Three of your favorite bands/musical artists
1. Mozart
2. Beethoven
3. Jean Michel Jarre (plus a whole bunch of eclectic 80 & 90s bands like DM, The Cure, Spoons, Tears 4 Fears,INXS, Crowded House, YAZZ, Kraftwerk, Alan Parsons Project...)

Three of your favorite songs (this week)
1. Mad World ( Gary Jules -Donnie Darko Soundtrack)
2. Don't Speak (No Doubt)
3. A Letter to Elise (The Cure)

Three new things you want to try in the next 12 months
1. being in love again
2. getting off this boring continent
3. living life

Three things you want in a relationship
1. Honesty, true love, someone who loves me back as much as I love them
2. Somebody smart enough to appreciate me: brains - not IQ. but beauty in thoughts
3. Soul Mate

Two truths and a lie
1. I cannot tell a lie
2. I cannot tell the truth
3. the liar's paradox was not invented by Greeks

Three things about the opposite sex that appeal to me
1. Kindness, by itself, to children and animals
2. Beauty - I'm a sucker for pale skin, green eyes, dark hair
3. that all woman are beautiful in some way - one only must find it
( I tried one of these web date/compatibilty tests and it apologized that my criteria could only be met by less than 0.5% of the population, and in 30,000 women, not one matched. sounds about right, since I'm looking for that one in a million, or 100 million )

Three of your favorite hobbies
1. Reading (everthing)
2. designing and building robotic children (and bringing back to life really ancient computers)
3. painting, drawing (badly), trolling DA for cool art and strange people

Three things you want to do really badly right now
1. classified
2. win at least 20 million$ in the lottery. aw. come on! why not? I guess buying a ticket will help?
3. sex? what's that? I told you! - I'm robosexual. It's not part of the base software.

Three careers you're considering
1. romance novel writer (geek, love at first sight sub-genre)
2. artificial intelligence designer
3. kid's toy engineer (I want to make a Teddy like in the movie AI)

Three places I want to go on vacation
1. Turkey
2. NZ
3. Spain

Three things to do before I die
1. Fall in love again (and be loved)
2. Marry
3. Have children or robots

Three celeb crushes
1. Isabella Rosellini
2. Milla Jovovich
3. Jodie Foster

I now hereby Slappeth ....
, , http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/6517819/ Fri, 16 Sep 2005 05:50:03 PDT
x++; ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/6154089/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/6154089/ Sat, 06 Aug 2005 22:19:26 PDT
1. DA prints suck! I bought a not cheap print membership for a friend, and then some prints they subsequently offered. The items were delivered and were actually quite well packaged so I cannot complain there. However my friend received less than $5 of over 60$ I spent. Perhaps it was her fault for pricing them too low - but I think that DA absconding with 50% of the profit, after already getting the business of printing the item and shipping it, is enexcusable!
I know that DA needs an income to pay the bills. But I'll bet the print service is running at very low or negative profit levels. It's a good idea with a bad price and commission model. It needs to be fixed.

2. Views suck! I know of at least a dozen people that have left DA due to the view system. OK, suppose that it was intentioned as a visit counter of the type that people see on a web site, but what it has become is no longer desirable. View counts are popularity ratings for artists that automatically build cliques and hierarchies - exactly what many people have come to DA to escape! What happened to "it's for the art?".

3. Admins suck. Perhaps not all, as I've dealt with some very nice people. But on the whole, many were condescending, arrogant and a little too full of it.
How is it that some 22 year old punk gets a job as an admin, halfway across the world the behaves in any way they damn well please? It is because they are accountable to no one! That's why! Most, I expect don't get paid, and for what little they do, they exact their payment in power tripping. Power ~does~ corrupt. Absolutely! Now - if this were some free-BBS run by pimply teenagers, one couldn't complain. But this is a business, presumably a corporation that must comport itself by some aspect of the laws of the country it operates in. Though I'm not a shareholder, and currently not a subscribed member - I have spent several hundred dollars in subscriptions and DA products, so I might have some expectation that service might improve with some cash influx. And have professional staff rather than napoleon wanna-be's...

4. Service sucks. By service I mean downtime on servers, bandwidth issues, very slow speeds, broken scripts or programs, pages that won't display correctly, lost submissions, lost comments, doubled comments etc etc .. Do you think for eg. that Ebay would have lasted a week if it had the problems DA has? DA needs to improve drastically if it is to deserve the subscription fees it charges. Instead of paying 30$ a year, one might be convinced to pay 5$ or 10$ a month IF DA was stable, reliable and always provided quick and speedy image serving...

5. Politics suck. I hate seeing all the DA dirty laundry aired in public. Spyed and Jark should have been civil about this and simply taken it to court. Of course Spyed asked for it by firing jark in the way he did, so in my view he deserves whatever backlash he gets. For someone presumably to intelligent, he should have realized that nuking a co-founder would have drastic consequences.
No. I'm not naive, I realize that running a web site this large doesn't come cheaply. It takes servers, tech experts and lots for cash for bandwidth. Of course, that's why spyed was brought in - to provide funding for the business.
Perhaps jark didn't have the business savvy and spyed did, who knows? But every company, house, tw- person rowboat needs someone to be in charge, someone to pay the bills and ultimately be responsible. I don't think that jark could be that person working too few hours, pulling a full salary, halfway across the world. I don't think that spyed should be that person either. If DA was a
democracy I'd vote for jark to be back in control to hire a proper manager. I would vote against spyed as he has proven by his actions that he is not a moral person. But DA is not a democracy - it is today a dictatorship.

6. Money sucks! Those who don't think it's all about the money, are stupid, naive
or millionaires with too much money. It's always about the money! Do you honestly think that jark started this whole thing (even the precursor of DA was aimed at cashing in on the mp3 'skin' business) without making money in mind? Do you honestly think spyed put in so much time and effort into DA without thinking that someday he'd be able to bilk millions from an IPO or sale of DA?
Greed is a wonderful self controlling device, though. If DA is destroyed by this, spyed will never see his millions, and even the 35% shares that spyed let jark keep will be worthless. It's in both their best interests to sort this out, with civility, decency and morality and in private!. Good luck. So far, I've only seen a very public display of deception, greed, avarice, cowardice and child-like behaviour from both partie... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/6115882/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/6115882/ Tue, 02 Aug 2005 19:07:47 PDT following is a list of conditions that must be met no later than July
31, 2005 if Angelo is to avoid legal action:

1. The absolute first thing I want reconciled is a public statement
regarding the *real* history of deviantART. Angelo must post it
publicly as a Hot Topic that he was not, in fact, the "mastermind" of
deviantART. He must also apologize for misleading the community and the
media by claiming deviantART was his idea. After all, one of the major
catalysts to this relationship going sour is his constant riding of
coattails and taking all the credit for the hard work of others.

2. The full, complete and unedited corporate financials that I have been
asking for since November 2004 must be provided to me.

3. The structure of the company must be realigned to that of the
original setup. Angelo gets a 25% stake, you and Ian each have 15% and I
have my full 45%. Original company documentation that I provided
clearly outlines this structure, and it needs to be returned to that.

4. I must be reinstated in my position as President of deviantART, Inc.
and also be placed on the company Board of Directors.

5. There must be a modification to the existing founder's agreements to
reflect my status as a full-time employee and to depict my vested stock
as such since August 16, 2004 when the agreement was executed.
Furthermore, I expect back-pay dating to August 2004 for the extra hours
worked.

7. Angelo will no longer have sole control. While he may hold the
*title* of CEO his activities are to be restricted. *All* decisions
which affect the direction of the company *and* the website are to be
appointed to the Board as a whole. Furthermore, he may not have control
over the finances in the company. Responsibility for all financial
decisions will be appointed to the Board as a whole.

If these conditions are not met by July 31, 2005 then my attorney will
proceed on the course that we have charted.

In the event that you would like to discuss these conditions, or
anything else in this email, then feel free to contact me in order to
setup a time for us to have a private conversation.


Best Regards,

[s] ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4833481/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4833481/ Thu, 17 Mar 2005 00:23:46 PST and gallery here: [link]

You might recognize my lastest deviation as a poor
derivation of her beautful work (forgive me Shirley!)
Her works are truly unique, of a style and eye that
cannot be copied - so you must see for yourself!

And while you're there, be sure to wish her a Happy
Birthday! Yay! I cannot divulge her true age in mortal
years, I can only say that it is not 142
-h

[link] Shirley's DA homepage

[link] Shirley's Gallery

]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4772222/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4772222/ Wed, 09 Mar 2005 19:13:01 PST take it with a grain of salt you've been warned!

My friend *Yarasa posed to me an interesting question:
Do you believe the bible (Christian) is fantasy? See my poll!

here was my verbose and rambling reply! (I know..recycling!)
don't get me started again!

...
Hehe .. the bible, one of my favourite topics First off, I have to say that I agree with that hypothesis (but not only because I am non-religious). I believe that the Bible and most other religious texts (Qu'ran and Torah included) are in reality based at least in part on fiction (I mean no disrespect, but it is what I think ) Let me explain. Oh, did I mention that I almost got thrown of school (Catholic school at that time - now I'm an ex-Catholic). I had the gall to question something that really bothered me - in catechism class - the teacher - a priest,
when I asked him "how do we know that the bible is true" replied first - that "we should not question the word of God!" (So it is a crime in most religions to think and use your own brains?) When the entire class laughed at that response - he was forced to explain that the angel Gabriel is responsible to keep the spirit and the letter of the Bible intact by sitting invisibly on the shoulder of every translator and publisher
of the Bible! Angels! You know when they incant angels - they are in trouble... But the part that got me almost thrown out was my suggestion that the bible was a nice story, a good allegory, a good example for people to follow - but not to be taken literally! I further offered "how do we know that the bible wasn't written just by some drunken guys - apostles - in a moment of inspiration - to save the memory of Jesus and his thoughts?" So there I was. 12 years old - almost excommunicated I learned then the true power of the church - it is intimidation! I was threatened to be banned from the services of Confirmation- away from my few friends and made an outcast. It was then that I realized I was a rebel and an atheist - or of not atheist - at least agnostic or Gnostic I refused the extra personal instruction classes, since I didn't imagine I would be filed with the Holy Spirit any time soon..
I digress..

Back to the problem at hand. Perhaps one can separate the old testament from the new, as they are vastly different. The new one is more of a socialistic touchy feely plotline about this
very nice man called Jesus. The old one is more if a recalling of history to remind the chosen people how special they are, and how mean and vengeful God can be. They are like two movies- one a sequel to the other - but with very different directors Both have in common the basics- but in different way - Jesus taught the Golden Rule - namely to love others as yourself! - while the older document gives specific moral codes like the Ten Commandments - what to do and more importantly what not to do... So for me.. the Old Testament is a history - fiction written from many sources - Egyptian, Mesopatamian, Hebrew - a mishmash of everything - folded into a nice story and passed by mouth. Today such a recounting might be a novella or movie - though later
the bibles existed in print (in Greek and Aramaic) only for the elite and educated classes - the church. So the old testament - (whoever wrote it) was meant more as a warning - a simplistic view of how to live your life and how not - but still a story. - fiction and in a way, fantasy. It is fantasy because it has demons, devils, angels and a benevolent God, idealistic morals and rules. I'm not a megalo- maniac - but if ~I~ was a god, it is exactly the kind of story I would propagate to expand my realm of power and control.. if even to keep the natives settled, scared, placated and from killing each other.

A note about Jesus' Golden Rule: To love others as you love yourself. A psychological sideline- it also subtly informs us that if we mistrea... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4579071/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4579071/ Mon, 14 Feb 2005 11:43:29 PST
.. But this one is a particularly a biting reminder
of what I don't have and miss so much. It also doesn't
help either that the mass marketing machine has
turned this day into a commercial endeavour. Indeed
it is the biggest business day for florists, chocolatiers
jewelers and restaurants! And is it not out of the goodness
of their hearts - it's merely for profit! I see too many
restaurants offering V-Day 'specials' for only 300$
a couple, or roses going for ~only~ double their normal price.

The message they give you is that you are nothing if you
don't have a mate or partner... and that if you are
lucky enough to have one.. that the best way to show
your love is to spend lots of money on them.

I guess, I'm as guilty as the next hopeless romantic
of falling to the propganda of Feb 14th. Of course, if
I wasn't alone, I would happily spend wantonly
on my beloved.. not out of spendthift-lust, but of
genuine demonstration of love- however if you only do this
once a year to show your love - what exactly are you
doing every other day of the year!?

Then there is notion of 'incompleteness', made famous
by that line in the Terry McGuire movie: "You complete me".
It implies that without someone else - we are not whole.
Of course we are whole! It's not like we are half-bodies,
walking the planet, with huge gaping physical or emotion
holes inside of us.. waiting for the right person to fill them.
Better that we consider ourselves complete, strong and
standlone, with many good things to offer, rather than many
things to need from someone else. Then is it a matter
of the parts being more than the sum of the whole -
1+1 = more than 2 instead of 0.5+0.5=1.
Why would anybody want to be half a person?

In conclusion:
My humble Feb 14 advice to the mate-less:
- do not settle! you will regret it for the rest of your life!
- picking the right mate is one of the most important
decisions of your life - it can make you the happiest
person in the world, or the most miserable!
- better still to be alone than with the wrong person!
- pick someone with as many common interests as you, and
some complementary ones!.. opposites don't atttract!
- find someone with an intellectual level as your own -
this is the most important advice I can give!!
- don't obsess over sex... it's not the most important part
- love yourself first- if you don't, how can you love another?
- don't despair! you ~will~ find the right person-
not a perfect one.. but the perfect one for you!
And to the happily paired:
- treat your beloved like a king or queen - every day!
- don't take them for granted- why should they stay then?
- show your love regularly, say "I love you" in 100 different
ways.. and mean it. don't let that phrase mean nothing.
- actions speak louder than words- show your love & respect
- don't cheat, don't even look at another. it's not worth
losing someone for a few minutes of pleasure...
- remember you are 2 separate people, not joined at the
hip - it's ok to have your own interests and friends,
as long as you know that home is with your mate!

Cheers everyone!
h

{Hopeless Romantic's Creed}

For every dog there is a flea..
For every "you" there is a "me"
We are just two drops in the sea
Now, to find each other.. accidently
I will love you
and you will love me too
we'll live together, happily
in sunshine and in rain
our love will never wane
we shall be two and one
until the world is done

For every dog, there is a flea

]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4545795/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4545795/ Thu, 10 Feb 2005 12:06:14 PST Magazine.. [link]
(ugh registration required)

We've all experienced Deja Vues. that strange feeling
that we've been there before, gone through this exact
situation, feeling, or met a person before, when all
other evidence points to the contrary. I'll put the
question in the context that I'm interested in: what if
it is a deja-vu experience that attracts us to a person-
maybe one we fall in love with? More than a passing
similarity past lovers? Many of us have experiences
of 'coincidental' likeness of our past love interests -
some might even be shocked to discover that some
of those resemblances are to one's parents - how Oedipal!
But what of the case where we fall in love with someone,
and we do not know why? Is it a conscious or subconscious
connection your brain has made? A meeting in a past life?
I''l leave it for you to apply your own personal dogma...

{article follows}

Vision | Looking at Déjà Vu for the First Time

False-familiarity experiences may fit a plausible framework | By Alan S Brown

As a culture, we have difficulty letting go of the outdated notion that memory is a reliable tape recorder. Even memories for important events, such as eyewitness accounts of crimes, are usually riddled with imperfections, distortions, and lacunae. Perhaps our irrational faith in memory's accuracy stems from our personal investment in remembering precisely where we parked the car, or our terror that memory's imperfections signal the early warning signs of senility. Memory researchers are increasingly breaking free from this mind set to examine memory difficulties as a vehicle to develop a better understanding of normal memory function.1 Solid scientific research on phenomena such as déjà vu is now beginning to emerge for the first time.

When memory fails, we are frustrated, but when memory appears to make up things, we may become even more concerned. A number of recent demonstrations have shown how easy it is to implant "memories" of things that never occurred. These false memories can range from the mundane, such as recalling a nonexistent word from a list,2 to complex experiences, such as getting lost in a mall as a child.3 Our memories also appear to be fabricating experiences during déjà vu, where our feelings of familiarity simply should not exist. Viewed from another perspective, déjà vu results from a sudden collision between our objective and subjective evaluations of familiarity: We are convinced that the present event is new, but are gripped by the overwhelming sense that we have lived it before.

What causes this illusion of positive recognition? Unfortunately, déjà vu experiences routinely lack clues pointing to any empirically verifiable causes, so prior speculation about the experience has spanned a wide spectrum, including past lives, precognition, brain pathology, and schizophrenia. But increased research on the brain and cognition has provided four scientifically plausible frameworks for understanding how déjà vu works. The experience could be a simple neuronal misfire, a result of asynchronous message processing, the sudden recognition of something otherwise overlooked, or a misplaced association between an object remembered and a new experience. Of late, we have developed better tools to evaluate these frameworks, and the findings may offer insight into how memory works, and why, sometimes, it doesn't.

Courtesy of Alan S. Brown Alan S. Brown A RANDOM FIRE Suppose a déjà vu is nothing more than a spontaneous misfiring in the brain that is unconnected to any external experience? We think little about a muscle twitch, but when this same sort of neurological spasm causes a disruption in our higher cognitive centers, we are much more disturbed. Speculation about this electrical problem in the brain began with the observation that some patients with epilepsy experience déjà vu during the preseizure aura. Such patients nearly always have a seizure focus in the hippocampus or amygdala of the temporal lobe, a structure that handles familiarity assessments and information encoding. Thus, it seems reasonable to speculate that a random electrical discharge in this area of the brain could create an unbidden sense of familiarity that is not elicited by the present experience, leading to a déjà vu.

Occasionally, individuals report constant déjà vu due to illness, injury, or traumatic stress. An extended EEG recording with such individuals would help to track down the physiology of déjà vu. Also, some prescription medications have been shown to increase déjà vu frequency in ane... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4329995/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4329995/ Sat, 15 Jan 2005 20:40:27 PST Really!

My friends have been buying a reasonably pleasant 'vinho de casa" or "house wine" from a little Portuguese shop in my town for some time now... and it irked me that I wasn't as well connected. You see this place won't sell wine to just
anyone. You have to be in the club! Like the Cosa Nostra,
you can't get in the club with money, or by being swarthy
enough. You have to be brought in. And know the rules

I knew where the shop was, the 'secret' location was not the
problem. In fact, I'd cased the joint and even ventured in
on two occasions to buy bread, olives and fish. Each time
I asked for some wine - each time given the polite response
in a heavy accent "I'm sorry sir, we no sell wine here".
I'd aleady given these people about 30 bucks, so I gathered
the owed me at least the decency to tell me the secret
password dammit!

But the kindly innocent looking little old lady in the black
dress (like all Portuguese ladies of a certain age) would not
budge, and gave no sign of relenting even after my second appeal or second visit weeks later. So I left, frustrated once again.

I pondered that it would be so easy to shut these people
down, even though I'm not a malicious or vengeful person.
It was morally wrong what they were doing - but in a way
they were providing happiness in a bottle.. probably to
people who could barely afford it. I thought that if I was
a cop, how easy it would be to simply wait and watch the
number of people leaving the store.. count how many
carried the brown paper bag covered jugs, make note of
their license plates, and then go in undercover to buy the
wine. Inside, the store looked like any of dozens of ethnic
stores littered throughout the city- loaves of bread neatly
stacked in the corner... walls covered with hundred of cans
food ranging from tuna to beans and windows filled with
tacky religious ceramic plates, images of Jesus. How ironic!
I chuckled thinking that even Jesus would have bought
contraband wine in his day. But being a cop - I would not
be sold the wine, unless I was clued in, knew the secret,
or was accompanied by a swarthy-type character. The
secret, which previously eluded me, was of course the jugs.
You bring them ~back~ on your next visit, and return them
as ~they~ are you ticket to getting more wine! A sort of blatant ID card, if you will. The second security measure
is a visual face identification. Not with fancy cameras and computers, but with the keen glare of a little old lady.
If she's sold you wine before, she will remember - she has the eyes of an eagle. Lastly - there is ~always~ another little old lady milling about (also in a black dress), that- though appearing to be a customer, is actually watching out to see if it's safe to sell you the wine, if there are any nearby suspicious characters, like, you Officer Jim! It's a pretty simple system, and it works. If the woman doesn't like the look of your face, your smirk, anything.. you simply get the blank stare. "we no sell wine" So why would I want to shut someone down, merely for protecting themselves?
Being cautious, safe? It would do no one any good to see the go. And no more cheap vino!

It's not like the wine was for myself. If I drink wine, it's
always with a meal, and always with family or friends. For
me, it's always more convenient to stop at the liquior store
that dispenses wine at something like 70+% tax. So a bottle
of wine that costs 3$ to make will sell for 12$ So be it -
I don't drink that much, that often, so I don't mind that
expense, for special occasions. I should add that I've never
~ever~ been drunk in my life, passed out or puked due
to alcohol (but that's another story). This wine was in fact
for my dad, who'd been pestering me to get him some of that
"cheap" stuff. What can I say - some people go more for
quantity than quality. I go more for quality http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4194860/ Thu, 30 Dec 2004 16:18:12 PST glitch that completely robs you of your personality, who you are, your ability to recognize yourself - lose yourself! The blurb excerpted below from the Toronto Globe and Mail - describes just that, and how a man completelt lost himself and then found himself again - on the internet!
Could you do that ? Where would you start? Where would you look? What breadcrumbs could you leave behind to assist you in your search for your former self? A good start might be
to google your own name and see what you find! But what if you didn't even know your name, or any previous hobbies, friends, addresses etc.! You would be lost forever! Take care of the triggers: unexpected travel, settling in a new place, assuming a new identity - and from other sources - consumption of drugs such as ecstacy!

{excepted form the Toronto Globe and Mail, Facts and Arguments Column, Dec. 29, 2004}
[
Who am I?

"As many as a third of us say that at some time we have felt as though we were watching ourselves in a movie," reports The Harvard Mental Health Letter. "Ten per cent say they have looked into a mirror and for a moment been unable to recognize themselves. Nearly two-thirds of young adults mention occasional episodes in which they felt as though the world was a dream or they were not themselves."

Dissociative fugue, adds the newsletter, involves "sudden and unexpected travel away from home, settling in a different place, assuming a new identity, and sometimes losing all memory of the old life. An extremely rare condition." This month, a Wisconsin man turned up in Iowa, after a three-month absence. Kevin Mura disappeared, without any identity papers or credit cards, on Aug. 26 after dropping off relatives at a Chicago airport. His family said Mr. Mura forgot his own name but knew something was wrong. With the help of a priest and a psychiatrist, he went on-line at an Iowa library. "Kevin found himself on the Internet," said Jan Mura, his wife.
]

Well.. it sounds like a joke: a man without a name, a priest and a psychiatrist.. but it's no laughing matter! It's happend to 10% of us at least! Maybe more... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4180762/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4180762/ Tue, 28 Dec 2004 20:46:23 PST No idea where you are, but I am here

I don't know where you are
Or how you've been
For so long and far
Or what you've seen

I don't know who you see...
Only that it isn't me
I don't know what you do
Or what in your life is new

I need to know how you're doing
or how is your life going
But I will never know, because
It's too painful to see you go

I told you I would never forget
...you on this day.
No matter what, or where, no way
So please know that you are on my mind
If ever this message, you should find

Happy Birthday, and goodbye, my dear.

]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4168688/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4168688/ Mon, 27 Dec 2004 10:55:39 PST
Please forgive this unexpected intrusion into your life. I would not normally
make such an overt act of interference into a complete stranger's
world, but I am compelled to do so, for your sake and of a dear friend.

I draw your attention to a wonderful book that I discovered long ago,
called "Griffith and Sabine", by Nick Bantock . I heartily recommend
that you go out and buy it, since it is a good book in it's own right - for
the surrealistic art and collage, but for the story which I feel is somehow
appropriate to your current plight. It is a story about a man and a woman -
and about the nature and search for love, told as a series of pictures,
postcards and short letters. Keep in mind that this was in the days
when people actually wrote letters (by hand even) on paper, more
romantic times.. long ago (about 15 years?).

Without giving all the details away.. (the plot is not that complex), I can
tell you that it is a story about a correspondence between two would-be
lovers - correspondence that starts out innocently in enough as a single
postcard, what might be today a two line "hello" e-mail. The two characters
proceed to fall in love ~off-line~, if you will by entrusting more and more
to each other, deep feelings, things they cannot tell anyone else - fears,
hopes, dreams, failures.. and they grow closer, so close that their
boundaries are blurred. Then insecurities about whether they are worthy
of each other set in, and oscillations that, if gone out of control could destroy
their relationship.

The book ends in an ambiguous state - where one does not know if the
other is real.. or merely a figment of their imagination, a fabrication of the
mind, or a ghost. But it felt so real! Could it all have been a mistake?
Could the things seen through the eyes of love been simply a reflection
of ones own needs - a narcissistic creation borne of a defence mechanism?
The conclusion of the book is clear: the two lovers must meet, there is no
question. To resolve and investigate their love, to prove it was not a ghost.
They ~must~ meet.

The more current context of this story might be one of so called internet-love, or IP-love (tcp packet protocol ). Channels for these types of relationships might be dating web sites, chat rooms, msn, email. But whatever the channel,
it is an initial connection that takes place. Without the internet it may have never happened, but the important thing is that it did!. So then what? Do you keep it as virtual? Do you desire to change it into a real live relationship? Certainly, that is possible, if both parties want that. But there are barriers. Time, distance, language, culture. Though all those things are obstacles, all of them can be overcome, often with time, patience, imagination... and money. ~Everything~ has a solution! So if you happen to find yourself in an internet relationship - and you think you have found a real connection - do not discount it, only because it's conduit is the internet.. packets of data over wires. Because for that person, and for you - it is real. It can be more real than a flesh and blood relationship, because of the nature of it - the lack of physicality - it is more a relationship of the mind - more cerebral and pure. That doesn't mean that lust cannot be involved - closer contact can escalate to other technologies, voice - telephone, voice and video (web cam) etc... and ultimately travel to meet. How can it matter how you met, as long as you did? How can it
matter if the person is far away. That can change. Does it make them any different? Does it make you any different? Of course there are caveats - people tend to embellish or outright lie about themselves to someone that cannot verify their words. People could be previously involved with someone else, or married, merely looking for something else on the side, acceptance, emotional understanding or support. Those are the risks. But if you find someone, and they are real, they do not lie to you, and you are compatible, and there is lust and love... What are you wainting for?

Love - how does it work? How is it born? How does it stay alive? Of this, I have made a lifetime's research, mostly by keen observation. There are many models of love .One is of a parasitism - where one partner sucks the life and energy from
the other - appearing to be a happily couple. But is it not so, because the parasite grows to completely consume the host, and the host cannot give more without self destruction. It is a scientific fact that the parasitis... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4135295/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/4135295/ Thu, 23 Dec 2004 10:48:20 PST It got me thinking...

It seems that Christmas wasn't always about peace on earth, Santa Claus and commericalism.... or even Jesus' birthday!

For some thousand years, the time around Christmas, on a largely agrarian planet, was about preparing for winter.. for those unlucky enough to live in the northern climes. With the harvest brought in, it was time to prepare for the cold - and time to kill all the animals that could not be afforded to be kept and fed over the winter! Hence the red colours! Blood! How gruesome! How appropriate to the DA gothy crowd

Of course nowadays.. we separate outselves from the actual animal killing.. and we don't do it only in December - we do it all year round.. deferring to countless enormous, nameless slaughterhouses. Christmas being the occasion of the death of 100+ million turkeys worldwide.

Alas, the modern Christmas has been hijacked by capitalism -the all-consuming more-is-better movement and is the best orchestrated merchandising event of the year. Most vendors make more sales in December than they do all the rest of the year! Without Christmas, the economy would collapse! If communism died because of socialistic inefficiency and human corruption - then capitalism barely won on the back of wanton selfish consumerism based on Christmas...

Historical Christmas, of course has it roots in Christianity. A monk, Dionysus Exogus in 533 erroneously declared the birthdate of Jesus as Dec. 25, 753, based in a Roman calendar with year 1 being the founding of Rome. This date was not chosen by accident, but in an appeasement of the Roman pagans that celebrated Saturnalia -the birth of the sun god and the beginning of winter solstice on Dec 22. The original Saturnalia was a more of a drunken orgy, ofter involving human sacrifice, singing naked in the street (caroling!), rape, and mock cannibalism (eating human shaped cookies - generbread men!). Thus the Roman Empire morphed to assimilate Christians and pagans, leaving thier primitive traditions in place - and allowing them to let off steam - good politics! In the Roman Christian calendar, Christmas was traditionally celebrated starting with the nativity on Dec. 25 and ending with Epiphany, Jan 6.
Santa Claus - quaint company for the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairey! Myths of this mythical man arose from European legends of the Dutch Sinter Clos, the gift giver, French Pere Noel, German Kristkindlein, and finally St. Nicholas.
Much later - we get a Christmas celebration on Dec. 6, celebrating the death of a kind Turkish bishop, St. Nicholas who would purportedly go out at night to deliver gifts to the poor. Later, Queen Victoria would change this date to Dec 24.
Santa Claus evolved from a gnme or leperchaun-like short skinny creature, to a thin tall bishop, to a Norse -Woden figure, to a kindly white haired old man, and today a red clothed, rounded figure. Santa Claus - as we know him today, sadly a frabrication of the grand Cola Cola Corporation. Really! The jolly, chubby old St. Nick didn't exist in the current standardised form until the 1931, created by an artist Haddon Sundblom (ironcally a non-christian who based his Santa on an elderly salesman neighbour and then him self!) see link [link]

So lets's remember, if only for a second that Christmas ~was~ presumably about the birth of a great man who died tragically for his beliefs, on a mission to save the world - he had some good ideas about morality, selflessness and love that still dominate half the planet today. But was he the son of God, born of a woman? Who is to say? Many would argue that he was only another prophet, one of many...
Symbolically, Jesus represented new hope and a clean slate for mankind.. and so it should be today with us. There is something innate in us that want's to believe in a Jesus, or Santa Claus, something better than we are, someone superhuman, pure and unselfish. Christmas is a time of celebrating - we made it through another year! It's a time of contemplation and review of our past 365 days... forgiveness, forgetting, putting aside regret, and planning for the new year - indeed a fresh start as clean as the winter snow. Winter Solstice also represents a rebirth - light and knowledge emerging from darkness. What we do in the upcoming year is up to us!
Everybody have a great Christmas, Yule, Solstice, Eid ul-Fitr, Kwanza, or Hannukah for whatever it means to you!
Bah humbug!

PS. Some Christmas t... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3981607/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3981607/ Fri, 03 Dec 2004 17:00:15 PST
I had and idea and wanted to bounce it off my watchers, so be sure to tell me what you think - is it viable - and am I licking magic toads?

The idea is this. To provide (create) an art gallery, composed of exhibited art from multiple source (say DA with permission, other galleriesm directly from the artists etc). The galley could be virtual in that - the artworks need not be physically~ there - but could be virtually so. Let me explain. The traditional way to exhibit art is of course to show the original or a reproduction, mount it frame it and hang it on a wall. This is an expensive proposition. To top it off.. one has to be connected enough to know someone at the gallery willing to show the piece, and then if it is sold, the gallery takes their cut. With people wiling to spend so little on art these days... and all the middle men, the artist is lucky enough to make gas money and cover the cost of the materials, moreless make a profit. The expression "starving artist" comes from somewhere, you know So instead of going through all that, what if you had a high resolution image of the artwork and displayed it. Yes, you're saying - nobody will come to see a bunch of pictures on computer screens - that's just like DA!? I can do that at home! My idea is that the artworks could be shown by projecting them on a screen, with a computer. And better than a real painting or photo.. it could be cycled.. slide show-like, so that a person doing laps at the gallery could pass the same spot and see a different work (the cycle-time of traversing the gallery would need to be calculated). So take a maze of twisting passages, well lit, some nice music, and quite a few digital projectors (hooked up to some computers).. .and let the people wander through the exhibit area until they reach the starting point (and exit) so they can decided oif they want to do a second round - with new art!

Hmm.. great idea huh. How does one make money with this?? How to pay for the premises, lighting, insurance, art interpreters/guides etc. One could charge a nominal fee.. say $5 or 10$, let students in for free.. sell coffee, sushi etc to the 'captive' audience.. But the bulk of the sales would be through a novel art selling system. As the patrons wander through the exhibit, they could 'swipe' an disposable card that tallies up and remembers which pieces they are interested in. At the exit of the gallery they'd have the option to ~buy~ a poster reprint of any of the gallery items that were electronically displayed. They could choose to buy it in any size or format-
glossy or matt, on foamcore or plaq-it or framed. If all they wanted was a poster type print - they could have it printed on demand by a large permanent inkjet printer at the door - and if they decided they wanted the piece when they saw it.. it would be waiting for them as they left. Of course patrons could peruse the exhibit in low resolution over the internet, but the real fun would be to go out somewhere - socialize with friends. do something instead of vegging in front of the idiot box.

So how do you bring art to the people? On big trucks of course! Your could bring your cartload of projectors and computers to big warehouses, shopping malls or empty office buidings, or more interestingly - utilize portable, mobile buildings. Not exactly trailers, but 40 ft x 9 x 8 foot marine shipping containers. They are solid, have wood floors and the end can be opened up to connect them end on end or arrange them like a labyrinth - even on a parking lot! A portable generator, some heat, lighting and voila ! Instant art gallery!
( another use of those amazing shipping containers - which can be had used for ~$1000 used, providing 320 sq ft of 'living space' to be used as affordabe homeles housing - 'hobo-huts' - but that's a topic for another journal entry).

What about the teletransportation? Of course we can't do that Star Trek type stuff yet.. and we may never be able to do it. But there are devices now that can do the next best thing?
A virtual artist, situated in a far away city or country can 'teleported" - at least in a realistic image to the gallery (shown in a translucent cylinder filled with a spinning mirror). Imagine a lif... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3889507/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3889507/ Sun, 21 Nov 2004 23:42:56 PST [link] asking what one thought about an age difference in a couple of 20-25 years, if it was acceptable...

check out my own poll. [link] 40 years!?

My reply to her was that it depended to many things.
Age is a number - a chronological measurement only. Real
age versus 'mental' age can make a big difference.. I noted that there are some men that will never pass the mental age of 17, while there are probably women that are as mature as 35 year olds while they are really 17. My advice was to go for it - at least in the case f a 10-15 year difference. My own personal delta (difference) maxes out at about 10, since I think that more than that is effectively tantamount to a generational gap. Most likely, I'm apt to look for someone even closer to my own age - perhaps just out of selfishness, to be able to enjoy shared cultural experience - taste in music.. bands, tv shows watched while growing up, books read.. etc.. trivial nonsense that may only be good for setting some common ground. Of course there are many other more important things that could do that - namely goals, desires, morals etc. I also
advised that a number shouldn't keep one from a soul mate, or true love.

One ponders the reasons that people reach outside of their peer groups, for dating, relationships or marriage. Often, a man will seek a younger woman as a trophy-wife.. an assertion of his manliness, that he can attract and retain a nubile young woman. One needs only look at the media to realize how many young woman exploit this desire to find older, powerful or rich men, to provide them with more than the necessities of life. But ~why~ do they do it? For the same reason the men do - because they can Of course, it's quite possible that those women could attract men of thier own age group - but choose older men because they appear more worldly, educated, mature, refined. They may also feel rather flattered that an older man shows any interest in them at all.
Alas.. the opposite situation is not as common, where younger men seek older women. In fact, women that persue much young men are labelled as 'cougars'. Younger men go to pick-up bars to find older women - because they are perceived to be more desperate and easier to pick up. That's because our society and media regard older men had as having 'character' while painting older women as deperate hags. This may have just a little to do with how media values a woman by her apparent age and - beauty.

Our society does not however consider relationships , particularly sexual ones, appropriate between minors and adults.. and the greater the age difference the more worrisome. This is because society considers minors and children vulnerable and requiring protection from those that would physically exploit them. So a 21 year old with a 13 year old with a difference of 8 years, is not only crime in most states (rightly so) but also morally abhorent. The 21 year old is judged as being a cradle robber - why can't they simply choose an adult their own age? But as age increased.. the
greater gap becomes more acceptable.. to a limit.

That limit is the viability of a relationship capable of producing offspring, being able to take care of those offspring. Let us not forget the social reason behind formal and legal marriage (and now common law relationships). Apart from the human need to pair-bond (as not to be alone and lonely), marriage exists to absolve society from accepting responsibility for any generated offspring. For example a 13 and 15 year old are not likely to be able to raise a child they create without help. The child would otherwise be relagated to tax-supported social care, thus causing a financial burden. A 70 year old man might be expected to have accrued some (possibly substantial) assets that could used to maintain a 20 year old mother and family - and she, likely having so much of her life still left, would remarry.

Recently, someone I know got involved with a person more than twice their age. And I must say that it disturbed me a bit when I heard it. When I thought of a difference of 20 years - perhaps the typical case of a 40 year old man with a 20 year old woman - it didn't bother me as much. And I asked myself why?
But in this case the numbers were 36 and 74. If you think about it, that's certainly the age difference that could be expected between you and your parents or even grandparents! It's not exactly like you'd be having sex with your own grandfather or... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3746839/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3746839/ Wed, 03 Nov 2004 18:57:16 PST
This is for my friend *em, to use to screen prospective boyfriends - but it might apply to the other gender too!
I'm not saying these things are bad, but it helps to know
before jumping into a situation, what and who you're dealing with.

"So you want to date me?" Screening Questionaire:

1. Are you a genetic male? (female for girls) or
are there any sex change surgeries I should know about?
2. Do you enjoy torturing small animals? insects? sheep?
3. Do you spend all your money on nonsense leaving you without food/rent money? What do you spend your money on?
4. Do you have any ex-spouses I should know about?
You have - how many children?
5. Are you a habitual liar? social liar? never a liar?
6. Do you of have you ever used 'recreational drugs' ? Do do you have an addiction problem with drugs, alcohol or gambling?
7. D you work in the sex trade? Do you frequent hookers or massage parlours?
8. Do you date 'steady' more than one person at a time?
Are you a player? Are you a virgin?
9. Do you read regularly? what is your favourite book?
10. Have you had more than 20 sex partners? 50? 100?
11. Do you have or ever had an STD, herpes, hepatitis?
12. Have yo or do you intend to finish high school? University?
13. Do you bathe daily?
14. Have you ever been molested or raped?
15. Do you get along with your parents? siblings?
16. Do you plan to get married and have children someday?
17. Do you or have you ever had gender identity problems?
18. Are you gay? bi-sexual? metrosexual? every-sexual?
19. Do you have a job? independently wealthy?
20. Do you hear voices in your head? Do you talk back to them? Have you ever been institutionalized for mental illness?

Please provide 3 references of past girlfriends that would
recommend you as 'good boyfriend material', and 3 references
of female friends you have not slept with. That is all. ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3732558/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3732558/ Tue, 02 Nov 2004 10:08:02 PST Here are some tidbits relating to art, from today's Globe and Mail (Toronto, Canada)

[link]

Defending culture

The United Nations has announced the creation of a new rapid reaction force to step in wherever art treasures are threatened by war or natural disaster, reports The Guardian. The "cultural blue berets," as they are already being called, will initially be formed entirely of Italians and could include members of Italy's paramilitary police, the carabinieri.

Seasonal sadness

It's estimated that 6 per cent of people suffer from winter depression, and as many as 20 per cent might have a milder form, writes Lisa Ryckman in The Rocky Mountain News. She notes:

Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is more common in young adults and women and it might also hit creative people more often. A study in the American Journal of Psychiatry suggests that the poet Emily Dickinson suffered from SAD because she produced three times as many poems in the summers of 1858 and 1859 as she did in the falls and winters.

People with SAD have trouble finishing tasks and remembering where they put things. Researchers have found that the most common SAD cure, light therapy, doesn't work when it comes to improving cognitive processes like memory.

-----------------------soapbox commentary alert!-------------------
Hmm.. depression hitting creative people more often!!??
That's no surprise but hopefully those people have art self-therapy to deal with the depression - while non-creative types would have drugs, alcohol, sex and violence...

Art Police! and Italians a that! I'm all well and good for protecting art treasures - I think it was a heinous crime- what happened in Iraq - all the national treasures of the museums - priceless historical artifacts stolen from the 'cradle of humanity', by their own citizens and grade school educated american soldiers. But should we concentrate on art first - above people? The UN seems willing to send special forces to
rescue art treasures - but unwilling to rescue the very people that created the art and culture in the first place? Are they any different than nazis looting art during the war? It merely underlines the fact the people, collectively and individually are considered worthless by governments - worth less than a painting!

Sadly the United Nations has become a toothless impotent paper tiger, tossed aside by american military might - and perhaps it deserves to be forgotten - since it is largely ineffective in carrying out it's mission - namely to promote world peace. Well, it was a nice idea, in theory, like Esperanto
Oh, and when will the USA finally start paying their 1.6B$ in current and past UN membership fees, in arrears since 1997 -considering they have the ultimate veto on the security council? In 1999, a token 75M$ payment was made to allow the USA to keep their vote in the General Assembly. How embarassing it would be to be excluded from voting in an organization that the USA itself founded and set up on US soil.
[link]
And, what does it mean when the World's Police don't pay their own 'world rent' or parking tickets? Or illegally spy on other world powers within the very walls of the UN - under the guise of 'peace'? Well. Hopefully something will change tonight! ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3412028/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3412028/ Wed, 22 Sep 2004 11:42:00 PDT
From my paper today-- I applaud this woman...if nobody will marry her - she will do it herself! of course..she's an artist..and self-marriage is the ultimate affirmation
Is it just a publicity stunt - for attention or job hunting? Or is it deeper than that, the human need for company, to 'complete' ourselves. Isn't self marriage then the ultimate self esteem raiser - and natural follow-on to self-love (hehe the emotional kind, not physical)

"Seattle artist Amy Ellen Trefsger was slated to marry herself last weekend in a local park. She didn't invent the idea of saying "I do" to the person in the mirror, says The Seattle Post-Intelligencer, but she has created a variation: marrying her creative personality, whom she names flatchestedmama (her website is [link] ). In a bow to tradition, her father agreed to give her away."

Of course, marrying yourself doesn't make the honeymoon any less lonely and will she then be able to divorce herself? If you did meet someone... er..
would it be possible for you to commit adultery .. on yourself?

What about children? I have often lamented Mr. Darwin's cruel law.. and it's consequences on me, that perhaps the only way I would ever replicate would be via cloning methods or alien abduction There's a company in California (where else!) that will clone your dead cat for 50kus$ and dog for 100kus$, How long till they offer self-married 'couples' a chance to have children!

here are some self-marriage links in case you're planning to tie the knot this week.. with that perfect someone - YOU! How does one go about consummating a self marriage? Be sure to buy yourself some nice wine and candles at least

One of the links below even satirizes a self-marriage of the multiple personalities of a person suffering from MPD (multiple personality disorder) ! (No laughing matter!). But the curious part of this is that some would think of it- imagine 'spawning' off another personality, as so not to be alone, like a 'real' imaginary friend, lover. Often MPD alters are borne as a result of serious like traumas - could being single, alone be such a trauma?

[link]
from the above link:
"Self-completion
I believe that it is because of the basic principle of self-marriage: People seek to complete themselves. The mythology of our culture is that this should be done through finding a partner who is complementary to our strengths and weaknesses. I personally strive to resist this mythology, holding that "one is a whole number" (as the phrase is). At the same time, I appreciate the qualities in my wife which are complementary to mine."

[link]


[link]
Saturday, February 14, 2004
Cigarette ad campaign or no, if you're a woman, you really have come a long way, baby. Let us not forget that a mere few decades ago, "spinsterhood" was far from the laughable term it is now. It signaled the failure of your essential femininity, whatever that was. Today you can join Aya de León as she rejoices in the extinction of the spinster at her two Valentine's Day events: "The Beloved Self: A Self-Love Workshop and Mass Self-Marriage Extravaganza" and "Love Fest 2004: A Literary and Musical Celebration of Love." The former, an elaboration on de León's own famous self-marriage, encourages "brides of all genders" to practice "self-love, self-care, and self-esteem" while wearing fabulous gowns and tiaras. The latter acts as the wedding reception, only with a lot of funny, celebratory slam poetry from James Kass, Meliza Bañales, and others, plus a hip hop/soul/world dance party. The workshop (registration required) begins at 12:30 p.m. and the "Love Fest" at 7 and 9:30, both at La Peña Cultural Center, 3105 Shattuck (at Prince), Berkeley. Admission is $10-12 for the evening events and $10-15 for the workshop; call (5... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3382274/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3382274/ Fri, 17 Sep 2004 05:32:17 PDT
just a place holder for the next entry..
move along folks.. nothin' to see here..yet
Next Topic: Memoires D'amour!

]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3377398/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3377398/ Thu, 16 Sep 2004 13:45:51 PDT
I'm now officially OLD.

In preparation, I've:

- put a down payment (2$) on a COSTO corrugated cardboard coffin.. to be use to cremate my corpse.. and deposit the ashes in a Folger's coffee tin. It would make better coffee than the Folgers

- written a will bequeathing all my life's worth to a cat I don't yet have

- cut off a finger and counted the rings.. to see if I'm really THAT old

- counted all my books and divided by my age
better yet count the ones I've read!

- consided a pre-mid life crisis purchase like a fast sports car (Porsche)... an expensive mistress.. or more likely a litre of Haagen Dazs ice cream

- dusted off all the galleys of books I started to write but didn't quite finish.. pick one and finish it. consider self-publishing it

- gotten rid of any old socks that I've had for more than half my years

- buy new underwear and extra-fluffy quadruple-ply toilet paper! yeah.. I'm living the high life now!

... OK.. maybe I haven't done all these things yet..
but I plan to.. before the next birthday..

And thanks to all my friends, local, DA, my watchers
and watchees.. for the support and all the beautiful art -allowing me to scrape by yet another year without prozac ! A special thanks to Shirley.. my muse,
source of inspiration, soul-friend, and Ms. Noizz, the third Musketeer of our soul-crew! ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3321730/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3321730/ Wed, 08 Sep 2004 22:31:34 PDT
1. Seafairy noticed that her images had been stolen and
were bring represented as the thief's own, by a user at:
[link]

2. inspection of the site showed indeed that the pictures
had been stolen and falsely re-copyrighted by an alias "London Cameron"

3. viewing of the source files of the web indicated that all the
photos were being hosted by
[link]

this yielded a user nameof VLADS

4. a google search of the strings "WHIPMEBITCH"
yielded a link to a dating site apparently run by the thief.
[link]
the user name is Nick145
and given email admin@nyromance.com aimnick of PblCAPb

5. a WHOIS of nyromance domain yielded the following information:
(the DNS is provided by godaddy.com requiring a search on their
whois to find more detailed information [link])
the administrative contact was given as nick145@land.ru,
matching the nyromance admin email address, except at a russian host.
Registrant:
YWV

143-10
Kew Garden, New York 11435
United States

Registered through: GoDaddy.com ( [link])
Domain Name: NYROMANCE.COM
Created on: 12-Jan-03
Expires on: 12-Jan-06
Last Updated on: 13-May-04

Administrative Contact:
Peterson, Dave nick145@land.ru
YWV
141-10
kew Garden, New York 11435
United States
7183660214
Technical Contact:
Peterson, Dave nick145@land.ru
YWV
141-10
Kew Garden, New York 11435
United States
7183660214

Domain servers in listed order:
[link]
[link]

6. a google search of the aimnick PblCAPb yielded three links
identifing the thief:

[link] this one DA account used by the thief
the website points back to [link] which is consistent
withthe other information. The nametag under the deviantname listed is "Vladislav"

[link] as seen before

[link] this is another DA account used by the thief
the posted picture in the dating site matches a ~ywv deviation
the web link listed in the ~ywv account is listed as [link]
and the email as roswell@mail.ru

7. on the nyromance site he flashes a linkimage to his site and alternate nick [link]
the whois lookup yields:
NYRomance
140-10. 84th DR #6B
Briarwood, New York 11435
US Minor Outlying Islands

Registered through: GoDaddy.com ( [link])
Domain Name: AQUAFFECT.COM
Created on: 03-Apr-04
Expires on: 03-Apr-06
Last Updated on: 06-Apr-04

Administrative Contact:
Yunatanov, Vladislav nyromance1@yahoo.com
NYRomance
140-10. 84th DR #6B
Briarwood, New York 11435
US Minor Outlying Islands
7185269222
Technical Contact:
Yunatanov, Vladislav nyromance1@yahoo.com
NYRomance
140-10. 84th DR #6B
Briarwood, New York 11435
US Minor Outlying Islands
7185269222

Domain servers in listed order:
[link]
[link]

8. the phone number given above yields, likely the mother
YUNATANOVA, SONIYA more info
14010 84th Dr
Jamaica, NY 11435-1825
(718) 526-9222

9 notice the the telephone registered name YUNATANOVA vs his whos YUNATANOV
there is no listing for a VLAD or VLADISLAV

10. viprints.com another business he is involved with
vivid image

138-40 84th drive
briarwood, New York 11435
United States

Registered through: GoDaddy.com ( [lin... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3195199/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3195199/ Tue, 24 Aug 2004 13:27:49 PDT
To: Ingemar (Letter to myself)

I had a friend, Ulla, and I had known her for many years. We were very close to each other, perfect soulmates.. We had a perfect understanding of each other - we thought the same way on so many things and so many levels, we supported each other like good friends do, real friends. We talked about everything. Even our outside 'dates'. We'd go out on the town, museums, coffee shops, galleries, bookstores.. or just hang out or watch TV or a rented movie.

Friendship is a wonderful thing, a lovely thing. No human can call themselves that - "human", unless they had at least one good friend in their lives. A best friend. Ulla was my best friend. Ever. But she was so much more. I don't know at what point it was, what day I knew. I guessed. I wanted her. I didn't want her only as a friend, but more. As everything. To be also my lover, my wife, the mother of my children, and partner for life. Was it a crime to want so much? From the person I loved so much, respected, appreciated? Maybe that movie was right. Sex changes everything.

Is it that damned Y-chromosome that makes us do this? To want to 'possess' ? Instead of to enjoy somebody for who they are, and what they are to you, to want to have them. Have them all to yourself, so nobody else can. Your own private little bird, kept locked in a gilded cage. Is it that selfish gene that pushes us forward, our drive to self propagate - to have children that look like us.. carry on the family name.. or at least our faulty DNA? Is this instinct so strong that it overpowers and supersedes every other? Aren't women the same way? Possession is nine tenths of the law..

Don't get me wrong. It wasn't all about sex. If I wanted, I could have that anywhere.. with anyone. Find someone in any bar. Find a professional. Sex for money. Empty sex. But I didn't want that. I wanted Her. Why wouldn't I? She was the best, in everything, that I knew - the prettiest, the smartest, the most loyal, supportive.. she was everything I ever wanted in a woman, and more. Why wouldn't I want all those characteristics in a lover, that I already found in a friend.

Still I would like to think that the woman I marry will be my best friend. I think that is still the best way. Rather than to pick a random person, or someone you barely like, have sex with them, and make something from nothing. But therein lies the problem- to initiate a relationship with the pretext of friendship, all the while thinking of a way to turn it into something more.. a seduction.. is wrong. It is a deception. I am not a player. But what if it starts out honestly as a bona-fide friendship.. not sex, not initial lust, as it was with Her? Is that a lie, a deception?

To try to convert a friendship to a romance, if it wasn't there from the beginning, is a nearly impossible task. And maybe a somewhat unnatural one. I know of not one person that has done this successfully. I don't know why I thought I would have succeeded, maybe out of desperation. In the end, it was an inevitable conflict of wills, desire and goals. I wanted her, and she didn't want me, at least 'in that' way. For a man that wants more, those words "let's just be friends" are each word, each letter, each stroke of every letter, a dagger in the heart. Instead of the expected "I love you too" - there is rejection. There is "I want you for this, but not for that". You are "good enough for this, but not for that". And 'that' is not only sex. It's a life together. How can a man not feel completed rejected and dejected?

It doesn't come easily, for a man to say "I love you" the first time. It's a revelation with risk. Risk of rejection, complete and total rejection. It is a rejection of not only the thought of 'more' - ever, but the rejection of every bone, every pore of skin, every neuron, every muscle and drop of blood -every atom. And it can destroy a person completely. The subconscious psychological defence kicks in automatically, and that defence is to counter-attack. If you don't want me, then I don't want you also, like in a children's playground. I will take away exactly what you value most between us. Not because I hate you, not because I want to hurt you, but because it's the only way I can save myself, still consider myself worthwhile. Because I loved you so much, it does not compute that you could not love me in the same way. And so it must end. Not a vengeance, but self preservation - for me. I must choose myself over you.

Some people try the altruistic approach, but I think that it cannot work- altruism is a... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3111509/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3111509/ Thu, 12 Aug 2004 21:10:28 PDT It was about lies. Yes an everyday thing, a way of life for some.
A venial sin for others At what age do you suppose we start to lie?

The show demonstrated some results of a university psychology-lab experiment - with children. The aim was to find out at what age and developmental step children started to lie, wether is was a learned behaviour etc..

The results are astounding. The average age of outright conscious lying was 3! The researchers surmised that in all children, of various cultures etc, the lying behaviour arose at about the same age, so it was unlikely that it was taught, learned or pick up from the environment.

If so, then this behaviour is deeping ingrained in our brains. It is thought that lying developed as an evolutionary adaptation - much like camoufalge works for animals - a deception - with the purpose of survival. But why would we have to lie to save ourselves? We can imagine a caveman pointing to another to save themselves from a beating with a big club, after having stolen some meat.. or skins. This is pure physical defense - saving from harm - passing the buck. But we ~advanced~ humans possess the gift of speech, a far more complicated tool, and one easily hijacked for the purpose of lying.

The children in the study were caught red-handed with a lie.. to save themselves, in the kid's own words from "getting into trouble". Who among us doesn't recall blaming a sibling or playmate to keep ourselves from getting into trouble? Or more complicated - a lie to keep someone we care about from getting into trouble. We discovered early on that a lie was a ~tool~. A device to get what we want, and outcome that we desire, or avoid an uncomfortable one. And some of us became very good with that tool

The researchers went further than saying it was an evolutionary gimmick - but more importantly - it indicated a large milestone in brain development. Because to tell a lie, is to ~predict~ an outcome - or
more than one outcome.. "what if's" and evaluate them, and make
a decision based on our own thoughts..wether to lie or not. And if to lie, how to lie, what to say, invent - get creative So lying is a milestone, just like eating solids, or walking or talking. It tells us that our brain has developed enough to know and understand reality, possible future outcomes, and do something about it - to change them.. with a little trick.
In fact, if we ~don't~ lie, we aren't quite human, by these metrics.

Of course we grow up to find out that lies are not always good for everyone. Lies hurt, and destroy our relationships, cause pain, breakup. Lies beget lies - and little lies become bigger ones and soon we don't know who we told what.. and our world gets very complicated - to 'live' a lie. Some people - the George Costanzas {Seinfeld character} lie thier whole lives, lying to themselves and to others. Living in their own little make-believe worlds - where everything is possible with the right lie. Some professions demand it - lawyers must knowingly defend criminals and perpetuate their lie, politicians can only tell lies (for our own good) and an actors' success depends exactly on being able to act a lie.


There are big lies, like cheating on your spouse.. and when it comes out in the wash.. it's probably not the sex that is the most painful to accept.. but the constant lies needed to support an affair.. and the resulting total loss of trust, in an entire gender, or species. There are little lies - we tell each day.. "dear - do I look fat in this dress?" - "no dear, not at all".
Of those lies we tell prospective sexual partners to entice them.. how much money we make, how experienced we are. Our.. ehem dimensions. It's a documented number that 85% of resumes contain innacurate information?! Did I mentional that 95% of all statistics are made up on the spot? Now there's a whole science based on lying - statistics.. - with the right spin, you can make statistics say anything you want and not call it lying.. legally!

What about lies of ommission!? If we say nothing, when we should, or we allow an innocent to be punished. Did we tell a lie with silence? If we 'forget' to mention a mistress to our spouse - does that make it any less a lie? We aren't taking an active part.. it makes us feel uninvolved.
As Homer J. Simpson said it: "It takes two to lie, one to lie and the othe... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3076613/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/3076613/ Mon, 09 Aug 2004 07:59:14 PDT [link] for telling me about this thought provoking movie:
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. [link] and the "company's" site: [link]
from the site:
REMEMBER, WITH LACUNA YOU CAN FORGET
The Lacuna Inc. staff has made giant strides in brain research. They have discovered a simple and effective way to remove problem memories. No longer do you have to live with life debilitating memories. Live again, take the steps now!

The premise of the movie is that there exists a machine that is capable of erasing arbitrary memories. Think about that for a second.

The 'technology' (since currently it doesn't exist, except maybe in CIA dungeons..) is irrelevant - but in the movie - a plausible mechanism of triggering specific memories, capturing them with some brain scanning device like an MRI, and zapping out the undesired ones is demonstrated.

Traumatic childhood? Your father beat you? Your mother drank? Worse, you were raped or otherwise brutalized and it ruined your life? The solution is simple. Just zap those nasty memories away, like removing a pesky spot on a perfect white linen.. Why stop there? - if those bad memories were responsible for pain, suffering and declining spiral or your life.. why only erase them? Why not replace them with nourishing healthy positive memories.. of caring parents, loving siblings and wholesome supportive relationships and friends? Why not get a new education, maybe a masters or Phd while you're at it

The process is described as being a little like 'causing' brain damage - purposely electrically zapping objectable memories permanently. But often those memories are linked to others.. and so the thread or chain of memories must be followed and deleted as well, lest there be any inconsistencies left to confuse the recipient of the newly cleansed brain. What if a bad event in your life resulted in a very good or positive one? - like a divorce leading to a new partner? Or a life-changing decision that turned your life around? Would you want that pivotal moment of your life erased as well?

So, if we had such devices available, as we inevitably will.. would we live our lives differently? Disposable lives without responsibility? After all, if something went wrong.. we could just fix it after the fact or delete it completely.. without ever knowing we had failed.
One might think that this option might be very useful and convenient, but in removing our failures and undesirable memories.. we'd also be removing any semblance of learning.. learning from out mistakes, and learning not to repeat them. If we were inherently prone, say to selecting unfortunately mates.. we might be cursed to repeat those cycles without end.

It might be very temping to undergo such a procedure, especially if one was suffering from mental illness caused by specific events - and perhaps removing those memories would removed the disease. In that case, it would be a matter of not having anything to lose. But what if it made things worse? - missing memories or large blocks of time from your life might not only be disorienting, but could cause paranoia, schizophrenia, personality disorders or who knows what else?

Lastly - you ~are~ your memories.. erase those memories - and you erase a bit of 'you'. The induced brain damage, made by zapping those bits of brain.. networks of memory-storing neurons would be permanent - you would be killing them. What might be left of your personal identity if you removed suffcient memories? Anything/one? A blank slate? A zombie?

Would you do it? Erase unpleasant memories? What if the chances of erasing some fondly treasured positive memory, like your 'first love' was ...say 0.5%. Would you still do it? And would this be any different than taking prozac? Artificial happiness..for sale at the corner shop. 2 for 1 special today!

Technology can be a wonderful thing.. in theory and often in practice - but we ought to seriously consider the consequences of tinkering with the most complicated and delicate 'computer' we know of - the human brain. ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2955270/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2955270/ Sun, 25 Jul 2004 20:58:11 PDT [link]

What do you do for two hours every night, and not know about?
It's like someone hijacks your body and takes it for a 2 hr drive!

Dreams, are fascinating things. We still don't know how they work or why. The evolutionary arm-chair psychologist in me knows that for them to exist, there must have been some Darwinian need for them to arise - and those specimens that dreamt, propagated.
But why? Why would we dream? What benefit do we gain?

Some scientists believe that dreams are a dress-rehearsal of the brain preparing to face danger.
{from the article}

Coming from a computer science/engineering background- I
find the following very interesting. If a brain is a metaphorical
computer, is a dream like defragging a hard drive? In
some software systems, there is a thing known as "garbage
collection" which is basically a little program that traverses
memory (RAM) and scrounges for unused and little used
items. It "cleans up" and squeezes out the last bits for
optimal subsequent use... Is this a dream?

{from the article}:
"Other scientists believed the dreams may foster learning and consolidate memory. A few years ago, Dr. Stickgold at Harvard Medical School monitored the dreams of people learning to play the video game Tetris for the first time. In the game, players have to fit falling blocks into a geometrical pattern. By the second night, those falling blocks began to show up in the dreams of a majority of the participants, even those suffering from amnesia, who had no memory of the game itself."

But why would we lose our dreams? If we forget, we lose
the lessons our brains have practiced, scenarios we played.
Are those memories still available to our subconscious?
Imagine a dream-pill that would allow you to retain and
remember ~all~ your dreams? Would that be good or bad?
Would your brain overload with all the extra inputs?

{from the article}
"But most of our dreams are lost. The average person remembers only one dream every two or three days, although with a little practice, and pre-sleep concentration — just telling yourself "I will remember my dream" — dreamers can significantly boost their recall."

So are dreams just our minds leisurely romping through our
memories? Or our subconscious trying to tell us something - or
worse, darker - a replay of past lives lived or prediction of the future - near or far? Freud would have us believe, that
~everything~ has a sexual basis, and that dreams are merely
repressed sexual desires. Or are dreams a evolutionary
mechanism, to let off steam, lest the intricacies of our brains
blow up and delf destruct without the relief of 'entertainment'...
Can we always tell dreams from reality? Or dreams from memories? What if your dreams are are psychic travels-
(if you believe in those types of things) like astral projections?

People report more bad dreams than good. Little children
dream of monsters, adults dream of complicated macabre scenes.
Why? Are dream our depeest fears brought out for examination?

{from the article}
"...Dreams, at least the ones we remember, are more likely to be negative in mood than positive...Aggression, in general, is a more frequent storyline of men than women, and more often the subject of American dreams than, say, Swedish ones. And contrary to myth, you can die in your dreams with no real-life consequences — people have reported being blown to pieces and then sleeping peacefully until morning."

Where does the time go? Some of us spend half out lives
sleeping, and it sounds like not all of that is inert sleeping..
{from the article}:
Adult human beings are believed to dream for more than two hours every night.In the average lifetime, that's roughly six years wandering naked or chased by shadows or bringing loved ones to life, all the while nestled safely in our beds. American dream researcher Robert Stickgold described it as a nightly bout of clinical insanity.

Lastly, as a segue to Shirley's memory erasing movie reference:
[link]
memories can provide emotional comfort. Take certain ones
away and our lives could be very different. Since dreams are
tied to are creativity and motivation, would losing (REM) sleep
as in the case of insomniacs, also lose creativity and motovation?
Or the opposite? Without a subconscious outlet, that leaves
only a c... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2927483/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2927483/ Wed, 21 Jul 2004 08:19:38 PDT
How do you define yourself? Who are you?

This question has pestered me too much in the last few
months, when a DA friend left DA because she was tired
of the politics of DA and the pageview contests, when I
spent some time in a lockup psyche ward with my mom,
who has Alzheimers, a memory wasting brain disease, and
from a few dear DA friends that have asked themselves that
very question? Who am I? Sometimes I need a reminder myself...

I'll enumerate and be short and sweet, unlike my usual style.

Who are you?

1. you are what you like. (music, food clothes, books, movies etc)
2. you are what you are in relationship to your family eg mother
3. you are what you don't like - (music, food clothes, books, movies etc)
4. you are who you know- but more importantly - why -your friends, co workers
5. you are what you do - your profession, your skills, your hobby, your acts of kindness and charity
6. your are your memories - an entire lifetime of events
7. you are your thoughts - philosophy of life, religious or spiritual beliefs, your life rules, sense of humour
8. you are who you love, and have loved, who loved/loves you
9. you are what you have learned, read, experienced, suffered
10. you are what you create - music, art, writing...

Who you are not:
1. you are not your house - yes you can customize and decorate but ultimately it is only wood and brick and stone. you could move.
2. you are not our car - how fancy, how sporty, how expensive
3. you are not your job - you can change that like your socks
4. you are not your money, how much you have or don't
5. you are not your body, tall or short, thin or fat - that fluctuates
6. you are not only your beauty - physical beauty is only skin deep
7. you are not your race/cultural background only - you are unique
8. you are not a clone of your parents or brothers and sisters - only DNA
9. you are not only a product of your history, you have free will
10. you are not your worries, your shortcomings, insecurities

How do ~you~ define yourself? ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2797705/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2797705/ Thu, 08 Jul 2004 21:33:04 PDT the people always meet, fall in love, and live happily ever after.
So if you're looking for juicy bits.. move along, nuthin' to see here
Q: Is the protagonist a man or a woman?
ps. this isn't a real story, just a fantasy, not based my life, but I
should add that I do go 3 times a week to the market Oh, yeah-
I suck at writing conversation...

And She Was – And She Is

The first time I ever saw her was at the market, the farmer’s market, in the open air on a sunny Saturday morning….

Amongst the crowds of briskly walking people, dodging dogs, reaching children, and vendors yelling for attention, I saw her out of the corner of my right eye. She was a, slight girl, of boyish figure, (but definitely a woman), with short-cropped jet black hair and pale skin. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, or even seen that day, but what I noticed most about her was her quick confident walk, long stride and determined pace. She turned in my direction, caught me looking at her, smiled wryly and then she was gone.

She was a vision of mysterious beauty, and like most of the women in my life accidentally stepping into and out of it, for a split second, and dashing out again – she was gone - like the rest. Who knows if I would ever see her again, after being enticed by only a few second’s glance? She was just another pretty stranger… but I couldn’t help to think about her.

I kept on with my shopping affairs- on a mission for fruit: apples, peaches, and papayas. Maybe if I had enough room on my arm, fast filling with heavy plastic bags, I’d check out some fresh peaches and cream corn, (my favorite) and tiny potatoes. I glanced around while the last vendor was fiddling for change, and I saw her again! I couldn’t believe it; lightning does strike twice in the same place! This time she was much closer and I saw some of her features a little better: a good sized beautiful straight nose, full lips and the most brilliant blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She was talking to a seller, handing over some money and walked away with a small tree, a bonsai. I tried to get a better look at her through the thickening crowds, but my vendor cleared his throat to catch my attention while he tried to return the better part of my twenty – seventeen dollars change. I looked back and she was gone again. I don’t know if she saw me again or not, I briefly hoped she hadn’t, I didn’t want her to think I was ~stalking~ her! So I made my way through the human bustle trying my best to be swift despite carrying half a dozen heavy bags. No sign of her. Thinking she might still be nearby, I searched methodically in the plant section where I last saw her, to no avail. Then out of resignation, I foolishly walked up and down each row of stalls, surmising that by exhaustive linear search I’d find her. I was already practicing what to say, how to ask her out for a coffee… Nearing 30 minutes later, my enumeration of the site complete, I gave up. She was gone, gone, gone. I headed back to the car, shoulders hunched forward. I consoled myself that I really hadn’t expected to find her, did I? A needle in a haystack. I had lost her for a mere seventeen dollars. I should have let the man keep the change.

As I was wiggling the key to car – I heard a voice to my left -startled I looked up: “ What took you so long?” And there she was, beaming at me, holding the bonsai in one arm, like a baby, and a bag of produce in the other. A little shocked to be accosted by a total (if beautiful) stranger, I asked “ Excuse me? Do I know you?”, my voice squeaked a bit as I suddenly realized that she must have been following me! “You do now!, you’ve been following me around, haven’t you?” . “No, I swear – I wasn’t!” I defended. “Never mind, my name is Sabine, pleased to meet you!”. She extended her arm in the universal sign of peace – and I reached out to grasp it- it was warm, but not clammy. She had a firm hand, as white as her ashen face. After three shakes, she smiled again, expressing that she wanted it back -I’d forgotten to let go.

What happened next, I can only attribute to the gods smiling down upon me that day – she said “ Would you mind terribly giving me a lift? I walked to the market today, but I didn’t count on having to rescue this little tree” – holding it out in explanation. Only seconds ago she had been a daydream, a fantasy, then my pursuer and now she was asking me for a favour. This woman had guts?! Strange thoughts whizzed through my ever suspicious mi... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2747092/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2747092/ Sun, 27 Jun 2004 21:39:44 PDT
Top 10 reasons to use youself as a model

1. At 2:17 am, in the middle of the night, there is no one else to use as model
2. you're a cheap date - there's always a mirror - no need to pay a model
3. if it doesn't work out, no one has to know - no one else will see the work
4. no "model release form" needs to be signed, even if the work is naughty..
5. no one will take offense if the portrait has no resemblance to the subject
6. you can have a chance to play with different hair, makeup, eye colour etc
7. you can let off some steam by capturing your moody self, maybe write poems
8. there's a reason cameras have self-timer buttons
9. you don't want someone else to see you scantily clad or nekkid
and finally..
10. because - no matter what, now matter where you are- you're always there!
(call it a 'menage a toi' )

Please check the Poll! ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2711005/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2711005/ Mon, 21 Jun 2004 10:26:00 PDT is Male
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THANK YOU ALL MY FAITHFUL WATCHERS!



]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2653525/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2653525/ Mon, 14 Jun 2004 06:50:38 PDT
The (Quantum) Mechanics of Love ?

Warning: there may be some scientific gobbledygook in this piece, but don't get scared off.. it's pretty simple stuff, no rocket science knowledge required .

In 1927, Werner Heisenberg, one of the greatest physicists of the century came up with the The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. It basically said that you could not know precisely both the position and momentum ( let's say velocity or speed) of a particle. It doesn't sound like much, but it was earth shattering at the time. It said that we really couldn't tell what was what since, the mere act of looking at an object, changed the object! Imagine yourself in a totally darkened room, trying to find a ping-pong ball with a spoon. The moment you find it by feel, it goes flying out from your spoon in an unkown direction and speed - so you can't know where it went! In fact, according to Heisenberg, the ball doesn't even exist until you touch it, where you, the observer create it. Weird, huh?

But you ask - what does this have to do with love? Please read on ...

In 1935, another genius-class physicist named Erwin Schrodinger came up with Determinacy and Principle of Superposition. It basically said that particles could occupy two or more quantum states, (whatever those are..) but to determine an outcome, you must observe where it is and isn't. So, rather than know (in our perfect neat and tidy world created by god) where every particle is now, and where it's going to go, we know nothing and can't even trust our eyes or microscopes. Instead there are "probabilty functions" of where things might be. The original idea is that these theories affect particles and subatomic particles, rather than ping pong balls. Your chair is your chair and won't be moving anywhere soon, as it is a macroparticle - made up of many particles and all the uncertainties cancel out in the whole object. But you get the idea and where I'm going with this.

We'll look at a variation of Schrodinger's famous "Cat" thought experiment and paradox (his original used radioactive atoms, detectors, poison gas etc, we won't) Thought experiments, as the name says, aren't real experiments - they're just ways to think about problems - "what ifs". This means: do no try this at home, do not harm your cat or any other cat in the name of science. Experiments ~inside~ your head are always interesting and cheap

Imagine a cat, in a box (maybe an old shoebox that cats are always drawn to). The box is quite big enough (boots?) for the cat to move around in, so you have no idea, once the cat is in there, where in the box it is at any one time. Still, with me? Here comes the nasty part - you shoot a gun at the box with the cat in it. ( I'm a total cat lover and would never harm a cat moreless shoot it, nor any other animal, but remember, it's a thought experiment only - make believe.) For the purposes of the experiment you are blind, deaf and don't hear or see any evidence as to wether that cat is dead or alive. So the big question: is the cat dead or alive? Gut instinct tells you that it must be one or the other, right? Well, Herr Irwin S. would have us believe that the cat is ~neither~ dead nor alive, but also that the cat is simultaneously dead ~and~ alive. He said you can only know by looking in the box - and seeing for yourself. Worse - the cat is half-dead and half-alive! I don't mean injured and dying, but existing in some sort of limbo with two possible outcomes, for as long as you procrastinate and refuse to look in the box. The mere act of observing, looking, makes the cat dead or alive.. the cat was in a state of superposition, and when you opened the box, it became decoherent - dead or alive. After that, there is no way to bring the cat back. Things get hairier when he adds the the observer must be a "conscious" observer, a human for example, and not a camera etc. What ~is~ consciousness ?
Of course, this runs contrary to everything we've ever learned and logically know.

This was really earth shattering news back then , as it was scientific "proof" of the universe being non-deterministic, that there was some randomness in the universe, and that all our paths and futures were not set in stone. Some people couldn't handle this, namely Einstein who to his deathbed swore that "god did not play with dice" (even though Einstein acknowledged he was at least agnostic, of not outright atheistic..) To others, the idea that our universe was not preordained or predetemined by god was outright heresy, o... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2575599/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2575599/ Tue, 08 Jun 2004 15:33:28 PDT The Quest for Aji Amarillo and Sacrament of Ocopa

Well, it's not like I live in the total burbs, but I am about an hour away from the center of universe of this country, Canada (Ottawa is the official federal capital, but only full of boring civil servants, British pubs and too-expensive restaurants, crooked politicians).

I usually go into the big city to shop, visit family or friends or just to take in the sights and sounds, as I did on this trip. I went with a friend as he needed to buy some of those distinctive Chinese lanterns for his daughter's wedding decorations. No clue where Chinatown was, I had to direct him to that delineation that is the hustle & bustle and odour of Spadina Street.. We parked near the famous Kensington Market, a small island of multi-ethnic shops covering maybe 3 by 3 short blocks, smack in the middle of Chinatown. No visit to Kensington would be complete without entry into one of several stocked-to-rafters cheese shops. First though, we needed to address our primary directive: lanterns.

We picked up the Chinese lanterns at literally the nearest and first shop. It really didn't matter which, as they were all basically the same - providing cut rate goods at cut rate prices. Some of the merchandise was quite artistic, like a solid bronze Thai Buddha head I wanted. I escaped with only a set of nail clippers and my friend with his lanterns. To sum up: no country makes cheaper stuff than China - I really don't know how those things can be manufactured so cheaply- materials, labour, shipping... I'm certain the lanterns would have cost 20 times more at Pier Imports. Slave labour?- questionable human rights? A billion people can't be wrong? Just count how many things you have in your house "Made in ROC", Republic of China..

Our Chinese lantern mission accomplished, we headed back to Kensington to check out food.
Through dozens of shops selling spices, fruit, Chinese stores selling "Lucky" (I mean ~rucky~) everything, we came to a store placed conspicuously at a "T" intersection. Glorious cheese smell wafted out the front door, beckong all drawn by their olfactories.
I cannot begin to describe the aromas of these cheese chops - words fail me. But from the moment one steps in, the nose is assaulted by at least three dozen scents. With every turn of the head, every step, more and new smells: smoked, garlic, dill, stinky, mild, acrid...
I remember previous visits where husky east-european women would start yelling at you the moment you passed through the door: "Here! you try this now!" and shove a healthy slice
of some mystery cheese in your mouth. "You like? How much you want? 2 Kilo?" A "no" nod would only get you another kind of cheese hastily offered, until you submitted to finally buying something - usually after tasting a dozen different kinds. Those were sneaky women too, asking for a pound or ~half~ a kilo would easily get you 50% more to twice what you asked for - quickly wrapped and bagged so you couldn't refuse... did I really think all those samples where free? Sort of like (I've heard) drugs dealers, the first one is always free Oh well, one can ~never~ have enough cheese... Today, though, there was only a well heeled man at the counter, attentive, but polite, and not half as pushy as I remember the women being - I missed them.. Thankfully this time, I escaped with my wallet intact, taking with me all I wanted, in my lungs My friend was no so lucky, nor was I later, when in two hours I was sniffing two kinds of "limburger" type cheeses getting ripe in the heat, scents emanating from my friend's direction, who swore that he had indeed bathed today

Next, we happened on a Latin American butcher that had Chilean ~empanadas~ - meat or
veggie filled pastries... Two please! Hmm- you have to love food that you can spot - buy and eat within the span of a few seconds - well, at least my empanada was gone in a few steps.. While shopping here - there is no time to lose - so finding food to gobble down while
you walk is imperative - there are so many choices - a million kinds of fruit, Jamaican
patties, pizza, pastries, smoked sausages, cheese, bagels and lox etc..

Our snack taken care of, I continued on our next target - the search for the rare and elusive Peruvian Yellow Pepper - aka Aji Amarillo (Capsicum Annuum) or Aji Mirasol. The last little
shop where I bought these last... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2559052/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2559052/ Tue, 01 Jun 2004 14:58:19 PDT The more I run, the less it hurts Ah, sweet adrenaline...
(and wear good shoes or you'll make hamburger of your feet!)



]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2550566/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2550566/ Mon, 31 May 2004 20:32:51 PDT for improper behaviour, insults, breach of manners, he has decided to attack me
personally, impersonating RCMP police officers. Of course, you may
review all my correspondence with you to see if there is any impropriety.
I am here for art and art only, and have DA friends of all ages and gender.
I do try to encourage all artists, especially younger ones, but understand
that I am only here for art, not sex.
I will be pursuing this character assassination/libel with DA, RCMP and police authorities.
Impersonating law enforcement officials is a federal criminal offence, libel a civil one.
I am already in contact with abuse@security.rr.com at Time Warner Road Runner Service, his ISP.



]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2476334/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2476334/ Fri, 21 May 2004 10:52:39 PDT
Send me links, of interesting faces and I will try to draw them...
Good strong noses, expressive lips, soulful eyes appreciated,
but little button noses will be grudgingly accepted. thanks!

]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2444475/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2444475/ Mon, 17 May 2004 09:00:35 PDT
A few months ago, I caught a segment on CityTV's SexTv...
Specifically, it was about Muses inspiring their famous artists.
It made me think (ouch!), so here are some of my thoughts on Muses.
(some lines blatantly borrowed from the video)

What ~is~ a Muse?

-simply put, a Muse is the source of inspiration for an artist
- usually, they are female, as they embody classic physical beauty, but they could be anyone
-a Muse is an ultimately unattainable ideal (could be sexual or erotic) which keeps the artist in a state that allows them to create
- a Muse is inspiring because you remain unsatisfied - their task is to keep you in state of high excitement but never let you find release, because the energy is then lost
(he he.. the ultimate tease....)
-Muses generally don't have regular sex with their artists, and if they do, it is not the primary motivator - "longing" plays a huge role - as artists are intensely obsessive - all-consuming - which leads to the artistic production. It is rumoured that Dali slept only
once with his precious Gala, though they were married, and she regularly slept with her
ex-husband. Gala also cured Dali of his insanity (uncontrollable laughing). By his concentrating only on one person - all his energies, he overcame his mental problems.

Obsession and Muses:

Man Ray spent 2 whole years painting only Lee Miller's lips after she left him. He sent her
a letter asking her to be the only man in her life, as he was obsessed with her.
But it was not a sexual thing- he didn't want her to dissipate herself to anyone else.
Van Gogh cut off part of his ear in a dispute with Gauguin, and sent it to a prostitute...
Often Muses (like normal lovers) are otherwise involved or married and are thus unattainable.


Are Muses Inferior to Artists?

So does that mean that Muses are in some way less than artists - that they can't
create art themselves, but only indirectly? Not exactly. For example Lee Miller,
Man Ray's Muse and lover, was a model and photographer for Vogue, as well as an established portrait and surrealist photographer herself, co-inventing the solarization technique. Yoko Ono, John Lennon's Muse, had a career of her own (though there is some controversy whether she was in the end detrimental to the music and led to the group's demise). In some ways, Muses are as important as artists, they just rarely get billing.
Alternately, Muses could be thought of as mere catalysts for creativity, enabling an
artist to express ideas, designs, colours etc. Still, the whole work is the labour of the
artist and not the Muse. The Muse may have only provided the mindset for the artist.
In the case of Man Ray and Lee Miller, it was a collaboration, mutually beneficial, which
in the end might be the most equitable and ethical alternative to parasitism.

So would you rather be a Muse or an Artist?

If you're reading this, you're probably the latter, but nothing stops
you from being both an artist ~and~ a Muse for another artist. Warning:
choosing a Muse who is also an artist may cause problems with jealousy
or competition if the Muse gains more notoriety than the artist.
It might even be possible to be your own Muse, ahem - "self-a-musement"
or it might help to have or develop multiple personalities, but it should be seen
only as a last, desperate, lonely resort.

Muse Burn-out:

You should take care when selecting your Muse to pick one with the appropriate
temperament to tolerate high demands on their attention or time. Being a Muse is
hard work, and can lead to burn-out, as being the singular object of obsession can lead to
mental illness itself. Having a second Muse can alleviate the syndrome.

Do you need a Muse?

Strictly speaking, you don't. You say you have a really cute kitten? Well,
you might try that, but you should really consider a real live human, as they
are much more interesting. For unconditional "love", stick with a pet. If you
don't already have a Muse, go out and find one! You never know - it might improve
your art - just don't blame your dissatisfaction of your work for lack of a Muse.

Proper Care and Feeding of Your Muse

Muses are people, not objects. As all people, they should be treated with respect, and cherished for the creative juices they can evoke in you. Ce... ]]> ~robosexual http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2425873/ http://robosexual.deviantart.com/journal/2425873/ Fri, 14 May 2004 06:17:21 PDT
from the Toronto Globe and Mail today :

{
How long? Falling in love causes changes in men's and women's testosterone levels. It falls in men and rises in women so that they become more like each other, according to a study by an Italian researcher published in New Scientist magazine. Donatella Marazziti, a scientist at the University of Pisa, made the discovery after studying 24 people in love. Not all scientists agree with the finding, saying the changes in hormone levels could be a result of increased sexual activity. In any event, it's short-lived. Two years later, when the same people were tested again and were no longer madly in love, their testosterone levels were back to normal.
}
This is what I always suspected, that forces in the universe conspire to join men
and women just long enough to procreate. Curiously, year 2 is the critical one in
divorce statistics. So yes, men become more effeminated, less brutish and more
cuddly while women become more assertive, aggressive and manly Love is strange...
Ever notice that some married couples grow to talk, dress, think and even look alike?

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