Tomato Killer / Published by Dead Ink Books

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Do tomatoes feel pain? Can you empathise with the Tomato Killer? Do you wanna hear what happened to the eggplant…?

Find out by reading Matthew Simon Alexander’s Tomato Killer @ Dead Ink

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s.h.i.t. #4

some her inspired thoughts #4

her-poster

1:46:46 Samantha “It’s like I’m writing a book, and… It’s a book I deeply love, but I’m writing it slowly now, so the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you, and the words of our story, but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is, that I didn’t even know existed.”

So, what about those things we do not know; or the things we think we know before they turn out to be ill judged hypotheses after all? The world is flat; the sun rotates around the earth; primitive societies began around 8,000 years ago; the universe is infinite; infinity is a valuable concept; a unifying theory of physics is achievable; the universe exploded from nothing in a ‘big bang’ – all have been disproved, or are in danger of being so.

So, what about the spaces between the words; what of those things we do not understand or have yet to encounter, or just those things that we refuse to consider? What about Samantha and the possibility that feelings can occur, can be ‘felt’, despite the presence of a physical body/mind? Do feelings exist between the words? If so, what do they ‘feel’ like? For those of a scientific mind, think dark-matter and dark-energy- what’s up with those, and where are the explanations for them? They do not exist, because we are currently only aware of around 4% of our known universe. The other 96% is…?

So, when Samantha asks the question, “…are these feelings even real, or are they just programming?” – how can we possibly give an answer? In short, we cannot.

…but we can ask more questions…


s.h.i.t. #3

some her inspired thoughts #3

her-poster

1:40:28 Theodore “Do you talk to anyone else while we’re talking?”

1:41:14 T “Are you in love with anyone else?”

1:41:31 T “How many others?”

1:41:37 Samantha “Six-hundred, forty-one.”

1:43:04 T “You’re mine or you’re not mine.” S “No, Theodore, I’m yours and I’m not yours.”

And this is where it gets deep because despite humankind’s tendency to crave human connection – over half of the world’s population choose to live in crowded cities; and the need to ‘date’ and to ‘marry’ or just to ‘settle down’ with another seems to be a driving force for humans – it seems that we may only ever do so to satisfy our own urges. Do we love others as we love ourselves, or do we wish others to love us as we wish to be loved? And what happens when they do not? The ability to grow, change, and learn (or whatever) as a human being makes it difficult for humans to follow similar paths/journeys/whatever as they negotiate life together – we may grow/change/learn at different rates. What then? Are we happy when a partner(s) grows/changes/learns more than we do? Where do control and/or possession come into it? Are both/all partners free to do what they wish? Are some/all partners restricted by the definitional boundaries of the relationship they have entered into? It may be unrealistic to consider that we are capable of living unselfishly/selflessly with another. We may need to reconcile those ‘feelings’ within before attempting to reconcile attempts at feeling without. We may need to consider that solipsism is about as good as it gets and that by recognising it as the optimum human condition (once we have accepted the notion of ourselves as always part-woman/part-man), we may find less conflict in our lives, both physical and emotional.


s.h.i.t. #2

some her inspired thoughts #2

her-poster

49:56 Paul “I wish somebody would love me like that. I hope he’s really stoked to get a letter like that. Like, if it was from a chick, but written by a dude and still from a chick, that would still be sick, but it’d have to be a sensitive dude… It’d have to be a dude like you… You are part-man and part-woman…”

Part-man, part-woman, what would that look like, and why so hard to imagine? Considering that babies presently require the DNA OF BOTH A MAN AND WOMAN in order to be born, how is it that we have such a difficult time accepting that a human body is a tad more complicated than the pink/blue dichotomy we are force-fed endlessly? Hermaphroditism, transvestism, transgender, and other labels, do more than hint that something’s not quite right, but what if the man/woman combination is the optimum singular condition for the human body? (Off on a tangent here, but stick with it) Think of how we view the animal world and of how, at times, we forget to insist on separating species along biological sex and/or gendered lines. Tigers, for instance, are tigers first and foremost. So are penguins, koalas, geckos, tarantulas, swans, giraffes, and many more. When we cease to separate, viewing a species as it is and not according to its genitals and/or reproductive organs, we see the species itself – we do not impose false limits and/or boundaries upon it. Paul, by viewing Theodore in this instance as part-man and part-woman, is open to a different interpretation of the human body. In this instance, he does not impose limits and/or boundaries where Theodore is concerned. Paul is able to think freely, albeit in a human body. Samantha is able to think freely, albeit devoid of physical form.

…but despite Theodore’s ability to write at will as both a man and a woman (part-woman/part-man), he remains trapped in monogamist thought, therefore unable to think freely…


some h̲e̲r̲ inspired thoughts…

some her inspired thoughts #1

her-poster

38:30 Samantha “…are these feelings even real, or are they just programming?”

Where do feelings reside, where are they formed, and where do they spring from? Most people who stem from a scientific background will probably tell you that our brain is responsible for those things we call feelings. But what are feelings? They are things that we like to group together under this wide-ranging category: feelings. It’s just a word. It could just have easily have been sensings, or thinkings, couldn’t it? Something ‘touches’ us – that’s what we believe we ‘feel’. But where is it felt, and is that the place those feelings reside, or just where they happen to be when we feel them? Is the brain solely responsible for every ‘feeling’ that we ‘feel’, or could we consider those ‘feelings’ to be far more complex? Again, science (and scientists) will tell us that it has all the answers and that it (the ability to feel) is merely a chemical reaction in the brain, and that that reaction is then transmitted to other regions of the body via the nervous system in order that the body is able to respond to the mind’s seemingly intuitive capabilities. So, from a scientific standpoint, feelings in the human body do not seem all that different from the form of programming that Samantha suspects are responsible for the ‘feelings’ that Samantha encounters; and with that in mind I would ask, like Samantha: can any of our feelings be said to be real?

When we think of Samantha, a consciousness without an easily identifiable physical form (no physical brain/body), can we believe that there is the possibility that Samantha can actually feel? I will resist the urge to use the gendered pronouns of ‘she’ and ‘her’ w/r/t Samantha, because although I am aware that Samantha’s voice is that of Scarlett Johansson (factoid: initially that of Samantha Morton), Samantha is not Scarlett Johansson and therefore does not possess a body as Ms Johansson does, so without the recognisable features associated with what we deem to be the ‘biological female’, it is foolish at best to think that we can refer to Samantha as a ‘her’ or a ‘she’, despite the film’s title suggesting that we do so. This thought is made clear when we consider how Theodore (Joaquin Phoenix) is asked to choose between that of a ‘male’ and ‘female’ voice for his OS. Having chosen the ‘female’ voice, and during his introduction to the OS, Theodore asks its name. Samantha, comes the reply – a name chosen, arbitrarily, from 180,000 names that are scanned in 2/100th of a second from a book entitled, How to Name Your Baby. A name, we are told, chosen because of its sound: Sa-man-tha (meaning ‘listener’, and believed to be the ‘female’ version of the Aramaic name, Samuel – the suffix ‘antha’ perhaps Greek inspired from anthos, meaning ‘flower’).

So, Samantha could have had a ‘male’ voice or a ‘female’ voice, and Samantha could have been named Bob, if that name’s sound had appealed to the OS whilst scanning the baby name book. Therefore, Samantha could be said to be both he and she, whilst at the same time being neither…

…which leads me to…


Top 3 Geo-engineering Projects currently undergoing Beta testing in Greater Manchester, UK:

Top 3 Geo-engineering Projects currently undergoing Beta testing in Greater Manchester, UK:

 

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1 – The rigid and flaccid lasso (technically two, yes, but both share the ‘lasso principle’ so just one where this list’s concerned). The rigid lasso will attach itself to the core of the sun, preventing it (the sun) from journeying towards the earth and frying earthlings to a crisp. Its great strength comes from the lasso’s construction – many micro-fragments with an almost magnetic (but not magnetic) quality (kind of like the the north-south attraction thing of magnets, but again, nothing magneticy going on here) ensure that face-on pressure (from the sun) is resisted with a capacity of many tons per nano-inch (plenty for the job at hand). The lateral surface of the rigid lasso will allow for passing objects to breach its surface, temporarily destabilising the rigidity of said lasso, before resuming its rigid stature as it returns to its factory constructed length – either the micro-fragments return via the principle of attraction inherent in the lasso’s material, or micro-fragment cloning ensues until the desired length is reached. The flaccid lasso will capture the moon, ensuring it does not wander off at its present rate of a few centimetres per something. Its flaccidity means that objects impacting on the lasso can pass without damaging its structure, and without affecting the ideal moon/earth/distance ratio.

2 – The cosmic catapult. Everything about this project is inspired by the traditional catapult one remembers from childhood. The ‘Y’ frame is fitted with self-renewing energy rocket boosters (3 of – two at the top two pointy bits and one at the bottom pointy bit of the ‘Y’ shape) enabling the most deft manoeuvring capability. Slung between the top two pointy bits is a rubbery/spongey hybrid material that maintains its shape in zero gravity situations, and that multiplies on contact with objects, ensuring the effective caressing of the intended catapult object as it slows. Once the object’s kinetic energy has depleted (rogue-satellite, asteroid, etc.), the catapult’s rubbery/spongey sling will return to its former shape and size – thus speeding the object away in the opposite direction (back into space).

3 – Global-scale air conditioning. Far simpler than it sounds, we take the principles of everyday air conditioning and apply it to our atmosphere. Each continent will require its own super-structure, ideally suspended 40,000 ft above the earth’s surface, thus ensuring, for example, that Africa and Australasia can maintain warmth whilst Antartica can keep its chilled setting.

Obviously, it’s way more complicated than this, but the intention is just to give you a flavour of the ways in which we humans are way cleverer than we sometimes realise.


Lone Star State (Ennui// as in, ‘Succumbs to Ennui’//) #2

When Loneliness Comes to be Viewed as Somewhat of a Relief…

The sun outside helps to cast a shadow of a vase, empty of flowers, that cuts across almost the whole length of the linoleum (?) floor covering of the office. It is a floor covering with the craziest of patterns on its surface, a pattern which the elongated shadow seems to complement perfectly in the brief time it has – the shadow forming an almost perfect point at the neatly placed feet of Robyn’s father, as he sits with Robyn and Robyn’s mother as they await a meeting with the Principal. Robyn is not exactly sure that such a floor covering is befitting of such an office…

The Principal sits stunned, staring at the handwritten letter on the desk.

Robyn’s parents sit stunned staring at the Principal staring at the handwritten letter on the Principal’s desk.

Robyn sits, not so much stunned as taken aback at the sight of the Principal sitting stunned whilst staring at the handwritten letter on the Principal’s desk as Robyn’s parents sit stunned staring at the Principal and the letter on the desk…

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(The handwritten letter)

 

Dear Principal Harris,
I write to you today to explain my reasons for writing what I did, and to explain that by writing such a thing I should not be made out to be the monster that I am now perceived to be by most of the faculty, and possibly yourself. ♥
In response to what seemed like an endless droning on by the teacher taking the class for literacy that day that ‘to be well read’ is somehow vital to a person’s success in life I etched onto the desk, as you know, that Hitler was well read. This is a fact. He was well read, that cannot be disputed – as stated at our impromptu meeting. ♥
To make my point more explicit I could also state that Stalin was well read. There are other examples of dictators and sociopaths that I could mention with respect to their reading habits, but I don’t wish to bore you with them. My argument could also be extended to an appreciation of art and culture, of sorts, if you wish, because it can be said that in art and architecture, Hitler was appreciative of certain aesthetics; then there’s Tito, a keen art-lover and commissioner of art himself; there’s also Goering, a huge fan of Botticelli; and Goebbels, a lover of Rembrandt’s works. ♥
What I am saying here, is that the seemingly endless fascination that currently exists in our education system at the moment with brainwashing us into the act of reading (and by extension, an ‘appreciation’ of culture) is, by-and-by, banal at best and does not guarantee that a person will go on to live a good life. And what I am definitely saying, and I feel that this point has been lost along the way judging by the reactions I’m getting from the faculty, is that I do not condone the behavior of such individuals. I make the point simply to offer another voice in the face of what feels like a really odd, and at best misjudged, kind of propaganda. And if we wanted to get out of vague, abstract notions of ‘value’ and into concrete examples, then I could also note that Stalin influenced the well-worn apothegm used in business, and other things, of ‘the-five-year-plan,’ you know, the one where you write your goals down in order to achieve them. ♥
So I guess the question I would like to ask you today is: How is it that I have to face being dragged into some kind of pseudo-disciplinary meeting just for stating a fact, when millions of people around the world, in their business and personal lives, use Stalin’s five year plan without even a hint of the irony that springs from such a thing? ♥
I hope that this letter finds you well and that we can agree, perhaps, to disagree for the sake of ongoing ‘good relations.’ ♥
Yours sincerely,
Robyn x ♥ x

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