Money’ll make change your sound…
Мой рот заполнен инородными объектами, которые настоятельно называют себя “моими будущими зубами”.
— так почему же будущими? – спрашиваю я
— а потому что мы еще не зубы! -отвечают они мне в унисон
— так и когда же это светлое будущее наступит? – спрашиваю я их с насмешкой
а они не отвечают и в отместку начинают в очередной раз болеть. Понимая, что я опять перегнул палку, я всетаки не здаюсь. Закидываюсь очередным ибупрофеном 600, ложусь ничком на пол и начинаю напевать мантру в честь Ибдцхивады, богини рисового урожая на юго востоке Индии – со временем я убедился, что эти гады, которые хоть и называют себя “моими будущими зубами”, врут мне и насамом деле они давно уже зубы, так как ни один, полностью образовавшийся юнит не может не игнорировать завываний с таким количеством гортанных звуков.
Спокойствие приходит, когда его меньше всего ожидаешь. Как всегда понимаешь, что принял двойную дозу Доломона Н2 в панике, думая что старый добрый ибу уже достиг критической массы и все, что он сейчас делает, это просто разлагает печень. Вот и кодеин начинает цеплять и опять понимаешь, что дальше, чем какую нибудь цитату, почти случайно вырванную из моей большой коллекции культурных радикалов, и повесить ее в шапку этого поста, не уйдет. Вот он – Хаким-Бей. Нет, он даже не радикал. Он даже не террорист. Это некий культурный извращенец, наслаждающийся не развалинами культуры, а именно актом ее разрушения. Это прямо уже по Бернштейну - ”Цель — ничто, движение — все”. В этом я не согласен ни с Бернштейном (равно как и со всей западно-Европейской Социал-Демократической школой – идиоты они все), так и с Хаким-Бейем (особенно Миллениум). Цель любыми средствами- это больше по мне. Определенной цели, достигнутой по определенной дороге просто не бывает – MiniMax! Как бывает? А вот так:
- Определенная цель с затратой минимальных ресурсов
- Максимальная цель с затратой точно предопределенных ресурсов
Первый случай – это мой. Второй – Берштейновский. Третьего быть не может за нерациональностью такового.
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вот и про зубы забыл
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А вот и Хаким Бея в шапку влепил
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–== DRAFT ==–
It has been only several hours since my first announcement of Ыксентатор, the newly developed mode of Possible World Machine, but I believe I owe at least a more detailed explanation, or manual, so to say, on the way the machine works. Let’s ignore for now the very brief explanation given in the previous post on the subject and start from the very beginning:
I believe there is no need describing the typical Possible World Travel (PWT) mechanism and machines, that are enabling to do so. The difference between the typical PWT and the proposed one is that in the latter time plays a very big role as a factor that can not be influenced. Imagine the counteusness running through the time with the constant speed all the time like on the rails, while the entity is able to make decisions at any time at his or her own will, be it as a reaction to the ever changing environment or simply as an attempt of an intellectual struggle / growth / challenge to the current environment with all typical conclusions happening to the environment and the mid as the result of these decisions. From here, imagine, each point in time, when the decision is possible – i.e. infinite, the world is on the crossroad with as many different directions parting the road as there are decisions. In order to make the whole thing look less like a fractal (because it is), let us focus on the decisions that have already been made in the past and assume that all the decisions, that will be made in the future will create a straight line. Why do we have to be so entity-centric? Simple – because the whole thing is working on the individual basis!
Having constructed the scheme, what we’ve got? We have a straight rail of the past decisions and the assumed future decisions with an infinite number of places where decisions could have been made and have been made or will have been made, let’s call them nodes. Each of the nodes contains a finite or infinite number of decisions that could or will have been made, but have or will not been done with the same continuation of conclusory decisions following it.
Now, in order for the the entity to PWT, the user or the operator is choosing the one certain node that is available at the point of PWT and is bending the vector of this node in the way that it will become completely straight in the relation with the user’s past decisions, thus replacing the current node with the desired.
What changes does it lead to? Well, it is very possible to completely change the environment by changing the node, but this is rather the whole point at this stage. On the other hand – it is impossible to go back to user’s node. Or at least not as his own, as the vector of the nodes have been changed and the newly picked node has become user’s own. Beside, this has happened in the past and the time span, that took user from the point of the node change to the decision to go back has been feeling the nods in the new vector, while the old one will have become another Possible World, where decisions were not taken, but rather picked post factum. This means going back will be traveling to another Possible World, while staying will mean staying in the user’s actual (although recently adopted) world.
This is a second draft of the simple description. The previous models with the multiple railways have been abolished in favor of this particular model.
More detailed explanation is coming soon, possibly.
Mothefucking Hollywood, the factory of the fake dreams. The centre of the misguided personalities. Home of the fucking posers and whores. Fuck all that fake crap and fuck all those superficial motherfuckers!
Fuck Rodeo Drive with their 15 stupid shops, where Zegna, for some bizarre reason, is double in it’s price compared to the rest of the world, while the collection is still the fucking last season.
Fuck all those possies and their De Deux. This was supposed to be the best fucking club in LA, but to me it looks like some guy’s garden party. Fuck all those bitches in Le Deux too, how can’t tell shit Dom Perignon ’94 from the 2000 Cristal.
Fuck all those stupid bands, that do not know how to place a fucking comma in their own band name, thus completely fucking up the meaning of the three word sentence.
Screw the, supposently best hotel in the Beverly Hills, the stupid Raffles. It’s shit! Size of the fucking suite is not the only thing that buys you class, suckers.
You American twats have no fucking clue about the finer things in life. Your houses are made of cardboard and you live surrounded by fake gold plastic artefacts mass manufactured in China at the price of the fucking peanuts.
Fuck ya all!
Fucking fake flames and shit… You see what I mean?!
Не понимаю, почему людей так тресет от копипэйста и боянов… Не все ведь в дваче сидят без перестанно, да и на лепру не у всех инвайты есть.
Короче, вот вам один боянчик – правда видео, зато из под Яровратовского крыла – всегда забавно читать рассуждения этого товарища, инода хохочу просто де слез.
without further ado – discurs:
И вообще – Яроврат это единственная причина, почему я в анти-теме не деградиуюсь до комментирования Теминого ЖЖ. То есть если я уж не берусь Яровартовскую чушь серьезно (ну или вообще как то) воспринимать, то уж и Темину жужу трогать не стоит.
COUP DU MILIEU
A few years ago, the coup du millieu was introduced to Paris, having been popular for a considerable time in Bordeaux and other maritime towns.
It is drunk immediately after the roast meat and consists of a small glass of a bitter liqueur or spirit, often both, which aids digestion. Normally an extract of Swiss absinthe is served, or failing that, Jamaican rum, or else simply very old Cognac.
There are two ways of serving the coup du milieu: either the host pours it into small crystal glasses especially designed for this purpose and passes them to each guest, starting on his right; or else a young blonde girl, aged between 15 and 19, wearing no ornament on her head and with her arms bare to above the elbow, serves each guest. She holds a glass tray in her right hand and the bottle in her left and goes around the table serving each guest in succession. They must not take any liberties with this new kind of Hebe, who should be a virgin if possible (though 19-year-old virgins are extremely rare in Paris.
However the coup du milieu is served, no pretext can be used to dispense with drinking it.
Whether all the guests have arrived or not, five minutes before the meal is due to start, the host will appear in the drawing room (unless he is already there). After greeting the guests collectively or individually, the coup d’avant will be served (if this a custom of the house). It consists, as is well known, of a glass of vermouth. The host will then invite his guests to follow him in to the dining room.
Alexandre Balthazar Laurent Grimod de La Reynière, Almanach des gourmands
This is almost cliche now to publish this fabulous exerpt, but what can I do, if everyone else is quoting one of the turest observations in the modern economics on price discrimination…
It is not because of the few thousand francs which would have to be spent to put a roof over the third-class carriage or to upholster the third-class seats that some company or other has open carriages with wooden benches … What the company is trying to do is prevent the passengers who can pay the second-class fare from traveling third class; it hits the poor, not because it wants to hurt them, but to frighten the rich … And it is again for the same reason that the companies, having proved almost cruel to the third-class passengers and mean to the second-class ones, become lavish in dealing with first-class customers. Having refused the poor what is necessary, they give the rich what is superfluous.
Julles Dupuit, “On Tolls and Transport Charges”, 1849
We must not look upon every distinct body that works upon our senses as a bare lump of matter of that bigness and outward shape that it appears of: many of them having their parts curiously contrived, and most of them perhaps in motion too. Nor must we look upon the universe that surrounds us as upon moveless and undistinguished heap of matter, but as upon a great engine…
