accel a rant

robot big bands, computerised service staff, andriods perform shakespeare, a new and excitingly different mechanised and automated future society awaits us all, streamlined and expediated, microbes via their human hosts take over the world and there's nothing the cia or g8 can do about it
and as the virus spreads sport still brings the good drones together while false gods of corporate greed busy themselves behind closed boardroom doors scheming imaginative ways of fleecing the loyal and attracting new consumers under the pretext of satisfying good drone shareholders hungry for more who raise their expectations against the rising tide of debt that is evidently held at bay by the insurmountable sea wall of little plastic swipe cards
the future is now
meanwhile in deep space the lonely brainnauts freedrift looking back at Mothership Gaia wondering how long we can hold on to this self created speeding machine accelerating towards a pre dark age oblivion, probing the dark side of other planets so we can ship the false gods to safety before the drones realise that the whole shithouse is about to go up
and if the microbes discover a portal through a black hole, then what? infestations of other galaxies?
the future is now where there is no past we must look forward gear up prepare for the worst expect everything produce more on time everytime no matter what the cost remember there is not enough time our troops need you afterall they champion world peace, your security, your future happiness against the peril of anyone who does hold the same false gods to be truth
bah humbug.

Xmas Cheer

Above the trees there is only birdcall.
The pohutukawa are more crimson than Coca Cola's Santa Claus will ever be, mainly cos he ain't real, though you'd be hard pressed to convince the mall rats in the valleys of that right now.
Xmas splurges are taxing the punters and driving them to random acts of road rage and store front stampede. Boy do they know it's Xmas, or what? Collective amnesia consumes the consumers, they did this last year, right? It's easy for me to say -childless in the treetops- but I'm all for delaying Xmas shopping until the 26th when the stores reopen and the sales begin. Better still I like to ignore it all together except for the grub of course, I would miss rolling around like an overstuffed snake in front of the lamest TV the nation will have seen since last December.
Nah, a towel on the beach is the place to be. Lapping briny (no tsunami thanks God), rustling pohutukawas (just for effect), hot iron sand, turning red as a beet and therefore doing my bit for the spirit of Xmas.
Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of Corazon me hearties!

AstroNUT or Brainaut?

DIG Brainaut 0.3 by the Hamilton Taight Process

Whether OUT there in Outer Space or IN there in Inner Space no-one can hear you scream...

A voyager who has traversed both the inner and outer realms and returned to tell the tale is Hamilton Taight. Utilising the Hamilton Taight Process he has charted the antipodes of the psyche. Further exploration led to the unlocking of the so-called 'Flashback' synapses to fully open the channels neccessary for hyperreal super-dimensional travel. Here began Hamiltons greatest voyage through the canyons of your mind to the centre of the Innerverse around which the Outerverse revolves, generating the collective hallucination known in scientific terms as reality. This voyage to find the make-up and location of the DIG receptor/transmitter cell, was almost to cost him his sanity.

A freak accident at Labartoire Extra Para-Perceptual, sent our plucky Brainaut spinning off into the super-conscious, past Freudian black holes, Jungian wormholes and the galaxy of uncertainties. As luck (666 Billion to One) would have it, Hamilton managed to hitch a lift on Learys Comet, passing through the McKenna Nebula on it's

3 Millisecond journey around Big-Bang Central towards the cerebral cortex.

Since his return Hamilton has paved the way for thousands of Inner World colonists keen to experience supersensory overload and philosophical endarkenment.

DIG is proud to have such a notable Sci-Fientist collaborating on it's own humble research into the secrets at the core of our existence and the very nature of 'THANG'. You DIG!

Feliz Navidad

©BurgsEye 2005

The Truth - William S.Burroughs

Anti War StaNZ

New Zealand, the nice guys of the Western World. So nice, their army had traditionlly existed to help fight other peoples fights in much the same way you might stick up for a troublesome relative who always starts a scrap in the High Street. You don't want to help, you don't agree with your relative or their tactics and you know you are going to get a pasting, but you are obliged, LOYAL like Dave Dobbyn.

This has has been going on since Gallipoli. Nowadays alllies get to choose their role so New Zealand helps civilians in war- zones, supports UN misions and generally mops up after it's messy aggressive cousins, in the name of loyalty.

It is time for NZ to get real, if anyone was capable of invading this remote outpost of ex-colonial capitalism they would be equipped to deal to the NZA brutally and effectively. Who is New Zealand going to start a war against...Indonesia, Japan, China, New Caledonia? There is an obvious answer; Go neutral, it never harmed either Sweden or Switzerland, quite the contrary. Convert the army to rangers and the Navy (Both Ships) into a working coastguard, saving recreational yachtsmen and chasing Japanese Whaling ships. Protect the lives and environment of New Zealand itself, while the new neutrality improves opportunities for economy without subordinating to unfair trade agreements, foisted upon it by it's disreputable cousins to their distinct advantage.

Here endeth the rant...

(Anti-War StaNZ - Original Collage by the Reverend 2004)