For my Art Metal band, Caligula’s Ring.
For my Spanish-language Hip-Hop Reggaeton crew, Los Zánganos Del Rap.

Full disclosure: I’m not a fan of either genre.

We’re gonna need a note from your volcanologist.

And speaking of the world of German baroque music:

Why is it that the world never remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern-schplenden-schlitter-crasscrenbon-fried-digger-dingle-dangle-dongle-dungle-burstein-von-knacker-thrasher-apple-banger-horowitz-ticolensic-grander-knotty-spelltinkle-grandlich-grumblemeyer-spelterwasser-kurstlich-himbleeisen-bahnwagen-gutenabend-bitte-ein-nürnburger-bratwustle-gerspurten-mitzweimache-luber-hundsfut-gumberaber-shönendanker-kalbsfleisch-mittler-aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm?

As it turns out, there is a lot of art out there that I have loved or at the very least respected throughout the years, that consciously draws on Chaos Magic as a philosophical/aesthetic influence.

Another example of applied Chaos Magic in the artistic process, not mentioned in the article, is Brian Eno’s “Oblique Strategies” - whenever stuck creatively, you draw a random card that might say things like:

“Honor thy error as a hidden intention”,
or
“Convert a melodic element into a rhythmic element”,
or
“Accept advice”.

The entire instance seems to be engaged in an opinion shaping campaign

That’s too subtle a statement. It is a willful, bad-faith, full-on attack on objective reality via the rewriting of historical facts, redaction of massive volumes of information and constant aggressive, knee-jerk silencing of voices.

As such, it can also be described as a malicious assault on the mental health of individuals and society as a whole. Their actions a clear example of the type of repressive, miserable society they would have us live in, if given the chance by hook or by crook.

If you ask her - “The Beatles or The Stones?”, she’s liable to go for The Kinks instead.

Having just washed my clothes, as a night owl I’m going to reward myself with a nice dinner, when most people are having breakfast.
Here’s the plan:

There’s a coffee shop/deli in my town that has the best tomato soup, plus they make their own croutons, the best I’ve ever had for soup, as they are hard and don’t get soggy. I’m going to order two soups for takeout, pour olive oil on it, as well as cracked pepper and cubed avocado. Also, I’m going to air fry some asparagus with garlic butter, on the side.

Then there’s sharp cheddar in the fridge, I’m going to make a bunch of squares, place each square on a tortilla chip and bake at a low temp for a short time, just enough to make the cheese ooze without it thinning. On top of each chip, a teaspoon of green onion dip and a slice of fresh serrano chilies. That’s the original, old school nachos recipe from Ciudad Juarez back in the 1930s or 40s, I believe.

Not to toot my own horn, but I think this all sounds pretty damn good!

That reflection on the water takes this image to another level.

They won’t just kill you. They fuckin’ EAT you.

Bob Regnant

Now I’m visualizing a shadowy figure in a trenchcoat in Ho Chi Minh City, beckoning curious tourists from an alleyway…

“Psst… hey buddy… yeah you… want to buy some durian?”

This is the most fun I’ve had reading text so far today, it’s like I was transported to another time and place without leaving the comfort of my own couch.

Electricity itself is pretty much essential and something I’d have a hard time living without.

Let me agree with you 100% here!
The taming of electromagnetism should be right up there with the taming of fire, agriculture, the alphabet and the printing press, as one of the most significant milestones in human history. And it is still an ongoing process.

The age sends my imagination racing, I wonder if there was a Proto-Indo-European name for it, as a remote curiosity/enigma.

“They say that somewhere up north, half a moon beyond the most remote village, there is a large stone put on top of another by the hand of the Earth Goddess herself.”

One not mentioned yet that instantly popped into my mind is “Chinatown” (1974), which seems to retain all its’ power and intricate excellence as time goes by.

From 1959, Godard’s “A Bout De Soufflé” still has the power to amaze, to disorient in a playful way. It manages to still feel fresh, even in black and white.

Good thing Pickles had that Engineering degree to fall back on.

It’s never an entire movie, it’s a scene here and there.
Like in The Exorcist, when they showed it on network television back in the late-70s it must have been, the CBS Saturday Night Movie or something like that, “viewer discretion is advised”.
Anyway… clicking channels, I stumbled upon a moment during the ritual itself, with the girl in silhouette on her knees, arms towards the ceiling, the demon Pazuzu behind her. That screwed up many a night afterwards.

As a young adult, another scene that fucked with my head for many a night was the grainy dream transmission, with the faint audio covered in static noise, from John Carpenter’s “Prince Of Darkness”.

Now I’m gonna flip the concept on its’ head and tell you what film cured my fears of the dark at the time. Martin Scorsese’s “The Last Temptation Of Christ”.

I remember that, about a decade ago, Facebook including free access to their services on cell phones in India; there was concern and pushback about creating this walled garden monopoly, obviously to no avail.
My guess is that is why many memes from India from back then involved screenshots of the older generations using Whatsapp as a sort of social network, the subcontinent’s own version of “ok boomer” humor.

Eggs Benedict. With cracked pepper and a few drops of Tabasco. Like a steel or oil baron.

The view from those living rooms. The proverbial “million dollar view”.
Real estate prices must be insane, but I imagine utilities at Avalon must also be ridiculously expensive, everything having to cross something like 30 miles of ocean. Grocery store prices, milk and beer and the like, all ferried in from the mainland.