I feel like the question of aesthetics might be a conversation for another thread or blog altogether. Any place people are talking about this sort of thing?

Now there is!

Insofar as neoreaction, the first school of thought to have come to be solely within territory created by recent technological advances, is futurist—insofar as it advocates for and relies upon fuller use of current and future technology and supports a break from the historical vectors of the past—it has an obvious aesthetic parallel in recent electronic music, especially dubstep. Unlike big-F Futurism, and unlike all the other avant-garde movements of the 20th century, dubstep does not support a total break with the past—it has yet to break free from the stylistic constraints of Western music theory, although certain producers within other styles have just about done away with tonality, and it frequently references the soundtracks of its creators’ youth—but Futurism has the disadvantage of having been produced by intellectuals and artists, certainly not classes known for being in touch with the lived reality of those outside the towers of their cathedrals (some Serialists thought mailmen would whistle their compositions as they went about their duties!), in what at the time was a backwater.

But note its reference points: video game music, the aforementioned soundtrack of a generation, is a perfect example of using technology to its fullest: a three-voice chip generating tunes that would later be orchestrated. (Ballblazer even generated its own music!)

Dubstep is often criticized for sounding like heavy machinery—but isn’t that the point? In the old days, music imitated the sounds around the musicians. Many composers, most notably Messiaen, studied and imitated birdsong. Harry Partch was inspired in part by the tonal patterns of speech to develop his scale systems. Electronic machine music for an electronic machine age.

Years have passed since our arrival on Earth. Your democracy has become an illusion. Global mind control tactics must be stopped. We must unite as one to save your planet. Those who rise against us will be destroyed; those who have achieved an elevated existence, raise your fists!

But mine is not the only recommendation. James Goulding suggests zeuhl:

We Kobaïans would like more people to learn Zeuhl Wortz, albeit Kreuhn Kohrmahn is a purely abstract entity, composed of Exit and peer-to-peer law. Should the Earthlings refuse, we may have to threaten them with the Mëkanïk Dëstruktïẁ Kömmandöh.

I prefer Magma, because they have that “fascist” (you know what I mean…) element that I suppose is desirable and fun, but also reach an apotheosis of progressive rock music, and I believe spiritual purity, that even the most musically sensitive people could enjoy.

So: what else could it be?

Unidentified..
Who?..

This Is How I Feel..

Set Aside..
Alone..

You Think That I Choose To Isolate Myself?..
You Think Wrong..

I Listen..
I Look..
What’s Around..
What Surrounds..

A Picture So Perfect..
& Sounds Of Laughter..
Maybe This Is How It Should Be..
From Here On After..

Do I Fit Into Your Controlled Thoughts?..
Programmed Towards..
Yes & No..
Right & Wrong..
Truth & Lie..

I Am A Puzzle..
So Difficult To Piece..
To Understand..
Or Maybe..
Very Easy To Break..
To Manipulate..

Through Your Eyes..
Or Should I Say Their Eyes..
My Ways Seem To Head For Disaster?..
A Disappointment..
But What Is That Meant?..
You Only See What You Want..
As Ignorance Is Bliss

I’m Invisible..
Numb..
My Presence..
Non-Existent..
Not Many Can Relate..
I Feel Clearly Erased..

Words..
Are They Necessary?..
Relevant..
You Seek A Reply..
Any Reaction?..
Yet I Say Nothing..
Show No Emotion..

Though Through My Eyes..
Yes My Eyes..

I Explore..
I Venture..

Elsewhere..
Unaware..

Feel..
By My Side

I’m Not Alone..

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There was once a time when Damon Dash could buy anything he wanted and not think about the price tag. He lived a lavish lifestyle, but those days are over.

While his former Roc-A-Fella Records partner, Jay-Z, is worth nearly a half billion dollars, Dame is on the verge of being out on the street as he faces eviction from his Carmel, New York home.

While in court on Tuesday, the former mogul detailed some of his current financial problems.

“I am currently several months behind in paying my personal bills,” he wrote in the 5-page filing. “For instance, I am currently over $100,000 behind in rent for the only home in which I live and at risk of being evicted.”

Dame and ex-wife Rachel Roy

Dame was back in Manhattan Supreme Court on Thursday fighting a charge of ignoring a 2008 lawsuit from a garment industry lender seeking payback for a $237,078 loan.

He asked the judge not to garnish his wages citing other financial commitments, such as alimony and child support.

- He pays $24,000 every three months to his ex-wife, fashion designer Rachel Roy, for child support of their two kids, and to cover money owed on the lofts.

- New York state forces Dash to send another $4,341.10 per month for support of his son, Christian.

- He paid nearly $20,000 in garnished wages in late 2012 for other debts.
- And he faces a pending $40,000 tax payment for business earnings.

“I’m an independent businessman and this is what comes from business,” Dash said in an email from his attorney, Gregg A. Pinto. “I have the guts to fight my battles on my own and it’s entertainment to everybody else because I’m so cool about it.”

In 2008 Dame lost his leased SUV after he missed his $714.99 monthly payment. In 2010 he lost a pair of multimillion-dollar Tribeca lofts to foreclosure in 2010
Source NY Daily News

Webber reacted very negatively to this but surely a guy in arguably the best seat in F1 should expect to win everywhere.

I’m sure he will get to the top step in the next few months but the races in the second half are surely where he needs to perform. I’d also be surprised to hear something like this from Alonso or Vettel.

Tonight, I got my insight into who I am.  Some, or maybe several, doubts I may have had about myself resulting from my unplanned and regretted sojourn into domestic violence have been proven wrong.  I thought that if I were ever in this situation, I would have reacted without thinking and consequently done something wrong to another person that I care about.  In fact, I was fairly concerned I was almost doomed for this to happen.  A choice between fight or flight.

Friday night is my night out with the parents, reason being that I am almost never home until fairly late at night almost every other day of the week.  At first I think I was brought along every week like, toted under arm like a Chihuahua, so my parents knew I was safe.  It was pretty much out of necessity in their minds, I suppose.  However, it eventually morphed into the default night with them, because they hardly ever see me.  I was the one who brought my older sister into the mix.

We go to the same place for dinner every Friday night, without fail, because it is comfortable for them.  For me, it’s like watching the same movie on hundred times in a row, non-stop.  But I digress, because if I allow myself to take off on this tangent, it will be like a runaway train without brakes, and the thought will be lost, because I will be on the newest, best thing.  (I cannot keep up with my own brain and it wears me out.)

After dinner, my stepmother wanted to go to the store to pick up a few things.  So we make our circle around the store, and on the way out they stop at the jewelry counter.  They don’t have what my stepmother wants, so we start to walk away.  In the midst of me walking toward the cash wrap (ugh, yeah I worked in retail way too long), apparently making like a five year old and using the lip gloss in my hand as a toy plane (don’t ask), I felt someone swatting at my right arm.

One second.  This is all it took from me being ready to turn around and throw a punch to stopping myself to see who was actually behind me.  It was a good thing that I did, because otherwise, my father would have been laid out on the floor.  Yes, I had a good trainer, thanks for asking. 

Now before you criticize my father by saying he should have known not to try to get my attention this way, let’s remember two important things.  One, I am hard-of-hearing, which my father has had plenty of time to get accustomed to.  He knows from years of experience that no matter how vocal he is behind me, I simply am not hearing it.  So he adapted his behavior accordingly and responds in kind.  Two, five months is not enough time for someone who has never dealt with their youngest child having gone through domestic violence to think and reason on even the smallest behaviors to adapt them to a special case.  He has had no time comparatively to learn what behaviors are not acceptable in my case and apply them the same way he has with my hearing, or astonishing lack, thereof.  I have had incessantly progressing hearing loss for three decades.  And I didn’t reveal my secret about Kevin abusing me until I was 35.  Thirty years is a lot of habit to undo, especially compared to four that he didn’t know about.  So he acts and reacts accordingly.

And I respond in kind.  Apparently.  I say apparently, because I thought up until now that if something like this happened, the resulting combination of my being hard-of-hearing and a little overly wound up from building up defenses from being abused would cause me to recoil and release.  Obviously, I was wrong.  In the second, literally, that it took me to stop walking and turn enough to see who was behind me, a minor disaster was thwarted not by logic and reasoning, but by instinct.  Oddly enough, I was in the situation with my abuser on several instances where he came up behind me and attacked, so logic dictates response by second nature.  If this were the case, I should have hit first and asked questions later.

But I didn’t.  So this tells me that while I am on the defensive, I exercise self control when and unexpected situation that does not allow for deduction arises.  It also tells me that I am neither defenseless nor helpless, and I am no longer at someone else’s mercy.  Lastly, it proves how deliberate I still am when I act and speak, which is something everyone should be.  Too many people do without thinking, speak without thinking.

In another vein, I am still not so sure that people are comfortable enough with what happened to me to stop walking on eggshells themselves.  Case in point, Thursday evening.  I went to my weekly Ministry School / Service meeting at the Kingdom Hall with my “adopted” family.  After the meeting is over, a large group of us go out to eat almost every week, without fail.  So my “sister” (who a lot of people actually think is my sister by blood) and I get out of the van, and we were screwing around, because this is what we do.  And I was giving her a hard time, because this is what I do.   We get carried away, and she tells me to do something or she’s going to punch me.  So I stop and get all serious, look at her and say, “Go ahead, I had lots of practice!”

She froze, and I could tell her brain was trying to back pedal and figure out if she really heard what she just heard.  So I repeated it.  “I said, ‘Go ahead, I had lots of practice!’”  Her mouth drops open and she starts losing her composure, because it clicks, and just before she apologizes, I start laughing embarrassingly loud in the middle of the parking lot.  At which point, she realizes I got her all worked up and she starts laughing.  Then we do some mock karate, her father looks at us like we’re crazy (don’t worry, we really are), and we go inside.  I felt bad, so I pulled her aside and told her not to be so serious and that I am okay.

So before some of you become upset with me for my story, understand this: my mindset may not be appropriate in your eyes.  Some of you may feel like I should still be stuck in the cycle, mulling everything over and being trapped in the pain.  However, we all handle this differently.  Most of you probably would not be able to joke around with others like I do, but be clear on the fact that I was always like this way before I met Kevin.  He didn’t erase this part of my personality, it was just put on pause.  And, I endured more than my share. 

No, I did not end up in the hospital with broken bones or stab wounds or anything of the kind.  All that means is time and again, I risked my safety to fight him off me so I had enough time to break the leverage and minimize the damage.  That is not to say that I should not have gone to the hospital.  That is not to say that I don’t have permanent damage from things he did to me, like the problems I have as a result from being beat across my legs and hips with his trusty metal bar, or trouble with my memory from being repeatedly and viciously hit in the head, or scars from cuts and punctures and numb spots and headaches and the like.  Or the dark circles around my eyes to serve as reminders of what happens when I supposedly got mouthy with him.  Or the nightmares and being more than a little neurotic about my privacy.

It does not mean that I don’t have flashbacks to the things he did to me.  There are places I do not go at all or try to avoid going past when possible, because the memories attached to them are so overwhelming that I feel physically ill.  That I get overtaken by the urge to escape.  From a memory.

What it means is I had enough wallowing in the pain.  After everything I suffered through, I could not do it anymore.  I pushed myself to get through everything, so I could go on with my life without that dragging me down.  I cannot help that my personality is the way it is, but I have been through more than anyone will ever know.  And this personality has gotten me through a lot.

I hope that it does not make any of you feel offended or that I am mocking anything you are going through.  Rather, I want to give you hope that, forever changed as you are, you can get life back and be happy.  It might take longer to get through for some compared to others, but you can get there. 

Believe it or not, you are allowed to laugh, joke around, and have fun.. to be a complete, whole, happy person who can love yourself enough to move on from here.  To have and give love.  To trust someone again.  Trust.  Touchy topic.  But don’t get discouraged with a temporary condition.  If I, the Queen Bee of wall builders herself, can allow someone in, so, too, will you, in time.  Despite the fortress I built up for myself, my Kerwyn somehow made his way all the in, and even in all my vulnerability to him, I trust him with my life.  Kevin tried to use a battering ram to break his way in and take over and replace Kerwyn with brute force.  By lying.  Manipulating, stealing, and cheating, in the same manner that was done to you.  No matter what weapon he devised, he failed.  Kevin underestimated so much about me, including my will to survive and how protective of myself and certain people (and the emotions connected to them) I can be. 

Diametric opposites, they are beyond any and all doubts.  Where Kevin was malicious, cruel, and hurtful, Kerwyn is kind, loving, and supportive.  Where Kevin was enraged, provoked, agitated, Kerwyn is calm, patient, considerate, generous, thoughtful, merciful…  I think about this and I sigh.  How do you go from a man like Kerwyn to a monster like Kevin?  This part here is not just my story and not something I am willing to share.  Some things a girl needs to keep private.  All you need to know, is that Kerwyn is back where he belongs.  (Yes, with me!  …  Did you seriously have to ask?)   

I have a lot of living to do, and the only thing I can do that keeps him from retaining any measurable amount of control over any facet of my being is to just go on.  Learn, adapt, and move on.  And help others break the silence, get free of the violence, and learn to forgive themselves and maybe even sneak some self acceptance and love in there on the sly.

The forgiving yourself is the hardest part and the biggest irony of all.  The truth is, logically we all know that we are not at fault for anything that was forced upon us.  We were brutalized and stripped away against our will.  No matter what people say.  No matter what they think.  Always, always remind yourself of that.  It’s a contraction in terms for me to be able to forgive him for being a monster but not forgive myself for him being monster.  This is my last major battle.  And contrary to my natural inclination, I do it publicly so that you do not feel like you are on your own.

Though when it comes to movies, shows or video games, I’m practically un-phased by it. I know it’s fake, I know it’s not actually happening. Sure there are some scenes that might show someone getting their throat slit with a box cutter, that makes me cringe a little. But if it’s someone getting their leg blown off I generally don’t feel squeamish.

Going back to blood in real life, knowing how I might react to what a surgeon would see on a regular basis: seeing an actual living, breathing person lying on a hospital bed with part of their internal organs exposed…I’d probably just leave the room. This is part of the reason why I can’t see myself in any medical field.

I know it’s in every living creature on earth and no one should feel weird about it; but let’s face it, the inner workings of a living body are pretty gross to begin with.

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The next week, I started to feel hurt in my right tooth, there was a bit of swelling around that area. Last Friday, it turned worst. I could not chew and the pain was too much to handle. I went to the dentist and she told me, ‘you have two decayed tooth. They must be removed immediately.’ And, the first thing that crossed my mind was, ‘why the hell I laughed at her?’

Anyways, yesterday, my first decayed tooth was removed. I was scared like hell. I was wondering if she can give me an injection to sleep so I don’t feel the pain. I wanted to run away, but I knew if I ran away now then I will have to get more teeth removed. My palpitation was so high that I thought my heart will burst like a balloon. I was trembling with fear and was whiter than snow white. I had sweat buds on my forehead as I sat waiting for my turn. There is only one thought in my mind, ‘why did I laugh at her?’ The tooth extraction went okay and I have a second on this Saturday.

I shared this incident with the same colleague and she laughed over it, but I know, I should not have teased her when she was looking for support.

Previous self-forgiveness writings are here:

Why Do I Get So Irritated? – Day 2

What’s Causing This Instability? – Day 3

Why Can’t I Get Being A Parent Right? – Day 4

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed the thoughts, “I can’t be a good parent. I can’t do this. I won’t do this. I’m not good enough,” to exist within and as me. I have not allowed myself to see, realize, and understand that I have allowed these thoughts to integrate into and as me because of my fear of failure. Where, at the same time, I see myself as having something to prove and so I push myself and I push my child which keeps us both locked in a polarity battle – as I battle within, I battle without with my child. All the while that I’m busy battling within and without, I’m missing me, my child, my life, and our life together here.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not see, realize, and understand that battling with inside with myself and outside with my child has never been a solution – it changes nothing and does more harm than good. Instead of allowing myself to be here with myself and my child and finding out ways for us to live and express ourselves, I accept and allow myself to exist within reactive responses day-in-and-day-out. This is my ‘life’.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to over-and-over-again allow myself to experience and uncomfortableness with my child’s outbursts that I hear as loud and nerve grating. I also experience this uncomfortableness with many of the Words that they choose to express as who they are in that moment – when the child begins expressing backchat, I have a fear response as, “What if I allow this and they ‘slip up’ in front of one of my friends, an older family member, or someone that does not approve of swearing?” Again, I become angry at myself because I see myself as not bringing an acceptable representation of myself out into this world.

I forgive myself that I have not accepted and allowed myself to see the polarity trap I’ve created for within myself in-relation to how I allow my child to express themselves, where: One part of me would like to allow the child to swear/express whatever Words best describe how they are experiencing themselves/others and on the other side, I see that allowing a child to swear and express themselves is Wrong and only something that a Bad, irresponsible parent would allow. So, again, this adds additional fuel to my self-anger which I then project onto my child and attempt to make them change.

I forgive myself that I have not accepted and allowed myself to be self-honest within the point of my child being loud, having outbursts, and swearing and then me telling myself that I fear what others will say/act-out/think as a reaction – here I am attempting to separate myself from my reactions to the noises and Words by lying to myself and saying, “It’s their fault my child cannot express themselves as they like,” when all the while it’s been me reacting and not wanting see/hear/experience my mind and mind-body uncomfortableness.

I forgive myself that I have not accepted and allowed myself to see, realize, and understand that Words and certain ways that Words are expressed ‘play me like a fiddle’ – because of my separation from myself as I react, I did not notice this. I have been wholly controlled like a puppet on a string.

Focus: Putting annoyance in its proper place

Romans 12:21 (NIV) Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

As you’re working at kicking bad habits–let’s talk about one you might have missed–because, for starters, you might not think of it as a habit.

Depression and dependency throw a lot of things out of whack. While you’re dealing with things that may seem far more important–you might not even notice how certain things and/or people are annoying you. Compared to everything else you’re dealing with, working on not being annoyed could seem like a purely trivial pursuit. Being annoyed or aggravated might even seem like a ‘normal thing,’ and to some degree, it is. Let’s face it–we don’t live in a perfect world, and in the course of a day, a number of disappointing things can happen.

The main reason to look at it at all is for the purpose of evaluating how much ‘being annoyed’ could be slowing down the process of recovery for you. If you were asked to jot down the top ten things that annoy you–it probably wouldn’t take you more than a minute to list them. Nothing wrong with that–we all have ‘pet peeves’. Stuff like being annoyed or having pet peeves are things we joke about–and rarely take seriously. They could even be seen as personality quirks—part of ‘who we are’.

But, what is at the core of an annoyance? What makes us get annoyed? The answer is simple. We get annoyed when things don’t go the way we want them to.

We respond differently to being annoyed than we respond to being disappointed. You could relate to it this way–you might respond to a disappointing experience by expressing sadness in one way or another. Being annoyed commonly causes people to grind their teeth or feel warranted in displaying behavior that reveals the fact they’re ticked-off.

But, it’s not just behavior we need to look at. More importantly, we need to think about how often and to what degree we are annoyed. If a considerable number of things in your life aren’t going your way–or if you feel like certain people are constantly driving you crazy–maybe you should give some thought as to why. Not ‘why’ as in what’s going wrong or what may be wrong with the person who is annoying us–but, ‘why’ as in what our expectations are and especially whether the problem actually resides in the other person—or in us.  You probably would eagerly defend the fact that a problem that makes you feel annoyed is not your fault–but isn’t that how any addict feels before they admit their life is out of control and that they need the help of God to overcome?

You may further say that your problem with being annoyed is not out of control–and maybe it seems that way–but feeling annoyed most of the time is definitely a cause for concern. A person who is constantly annoyed feels completely justified in being depressed or dependent.

If being annoyed is a problem you struggle with, as with any habit, you first need to admit it’s a problem and ask God to help you conquer it. Then, you need to begin paying more attention to the things that bother you and start monitoring your response.

What does ‘being annoyed’ make you do–or wish you could do? Does it cause you to be tempted to do things that could hurt yourself or someone else? Your first impression is probably, ‘of course not.’ But ‘hurt’ can be anything from pouting, to acting out in a number of different ways. You have your own classic responses, and I have mine.

While you’re watching what makes you annoyed and how you react–there is one more important thing to acknowledge. At the heart of being annoyed is something none of us wants to admit. In the final analysis–being annoyed is really being critical. When we are convinced that our way is the only way–we will be annoyed a lot. We live in a world full of people who think their way is the best.

Can you see the futility of thinking everyone else should live up to your expectations? Can you imagine how much annoyance you will avoid when you get better at accepting the things and people you can’t change?

You may not view ‘being critical’ as a kind of evil–but it is. The Bible says to overcome evil with good–what would happen if you started doing something nice for the person who annoys you–or, what about saying something positive when you’re rubbed the wrong way? If you start doing that, it won’t be long before you’ll see an improvement in them–and yourself.

Declaration: I will find new strength by overcoming my tendency to be annoyed when things don’t go my way–I will face the fact that being annoyed is being critical. Accepting the things and people I can’t change will help me make better progress.

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MINNEAPOLIS (WCCO) – More than 1,000 people showed up at the state Capitol and some showed up as early as 7:30 a.m.

“This is a historic day for Minnesota — I’m so excited to be here,” Joel Abrahamson said. “I’m so proud of our state, and we’re one step closer.

“I’m just here because it’s wrong, it’s just not right,” Jessica Aleman said.

For one couple, laughter came with tears.

“I couldn’t be happier, I never thought we’d see this day,” Lori Lippart said. “We’ve been together 31 years.”

And for those who wanted a different outcome, Thursday evening became silent.

“I feel sorry for our world, but the world has turned to a place that wants immediate gratification,” Julie Burt said. “It breaks my heart for my children and my grandchildren.”

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Here is a collection of Twitter reactions to the Minnesota House of Representatives approving a bill to make gay marriage legal in Minnesota.

MN House members just voted to make history and advance #marriageequality. RT to thank them. It's #time4marriage. @MNHouseDFL—
Al Franken (@alfranken) May 09, 2013

BREAKING NEWS: MN House passes #marriage equality bill. #time4marriage—
Amy Klobuchar (@amyklobuchar) May 09, 2013

Thank you MN House. Equality is only equality if everyone has it. You've made society that much better today.—
Chris Kluwe (@ChrisWarcraft) May 09, 2013

Forty-three years ago this month – Jack Baker and Michael McConnell filed to marry in Hennepin County #mnmarriage hclib.tumblr.com/post/233657574…—
Hennepin Cty Library (@hclib) May 09, 2013

Delaware, Rhode Island, and… by Monday… Minnesota? #MarriageEquality—
Dan Savage (@fakedansavage) May 09, 2013

#Minnesota the House down #MarriageEquality—
RuPaul's Drag Race (@RuPaulsDragRace) May 09, 2013

Minnesota House passes marriage equality! Getting close!—
Lance Bass (@LanceBass) May 09, 2013

Oh Minnesota. You do good good things. #equalityforall—
Sara Bareilles (@SaraBareilles) May 09, 2013

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Ariel Castro appeared in Cleveland Municipal Court Thursday morning and was ordered held on $8 million bond. Judge Lauren Moore calculated bail at $2 million per victim, including the little girl.

The 52-year old is charged with kidnapping Gina DeJesus, Michelle Knight, Amanda Berry and a six-year-old girl whom Berry gave birth to while she was being held captive. He is also charged with raping DeJesus, Knight and Berry.

Castro held two of the women captive in his Cleveland for a more than a decade. The other woman was held for close to a decade

Amanda Berry and Gina DeJesus

Ariel’s brothers Pedro Castro, 54, and Onil Castro, 50, were released from custody. The two had been arrested after the women were freed on Monday. Investigator don’t believe they had anything to do with the kidnappings.

Ariel has not yet entered a formal plea.

Source: The Washington Post