Saturday, December 23, 2006

suburban development 1906

this picture is from the MTA website. the contrast of the weedy dirt track that would develop into a dense urban area. this is the build it and they will come attitude, i assume. the nearest thing i can think of to this in the present day is the outer highway ring they've just finished in Denver & San Antonio, and other western cities where they put in an expensive off-ramp that leaves you off by empty lots and a small, windy country road. p0rnst0rm is pro-development. the global population is growing exponentially, don't forget.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Gina Hughes on Internet Addiction

p0rnst0rm:: addicted to the internet? what about vapid tech columnists named gina who are addicted to whining like a moron?

Saturday, October 28, 2006

watching the heavens

Thursday, October 26, 2006 01:02 PM ccadden::
Perhaps some of our fellow gnostics might dig this. Perhaps not. All I know is, for some reason, I'm on this lady's spam list, due to an extremely new-agey group I joined a few years ago, back in the fall of 2003, when the Harmonic Convergence occurred in the heavens. Everyone here know what that was? Probably not---because I think the only people who knew about the Harmonic Convergence/Concordance were people who watched the heavens a bit too closely. I do have to say though, it was a magical night when it happened. There was a thing or two going on, I'll admit.

Thursday, October 26, 2006 07:25 PM mr hardenberg::
is it possible to watch the heavens too closely?

Thursday, October 26, 2006 10:52 PM ccadden::
In this group, there were people who forced a heavenly coincidence/miracle into every configuration of planets the heavens shat out. Yeah, it was too much. Still, the configuration formed by the Harmonic Concordance was a rare and special one.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Arcology for Southern China

read on, my friends, for here is a fact sheet from a professor at the university of hong kong on just why it's time to build an arcology of xx centry sci-fi fame in southern china. YES i'm sure it can be done for a small fraction of total chinese government spending. read on, explorers of the twenty first century, and perhaps you shall find more than just the drought apocalypse of the first few sections.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

garrison keillor puts down bernard-henri levy's articles about "america"

'American Vertigo: Traveling America in the Footsteps of Tocqueville,' by Bernard-Henri Levy reviewed by garrison keillor-- it was a series last year published in the atlantic monthly that i read some of, mostly for entertainment when i discovered that it was barely serious.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

since excesses of 60s research frozen in time

this article on hallucinogens speaks of adding these old drugs, mostly unresearched since the sixties, to the wide array of opiates, amphetamines, and mood-alterers availible to the self-medicator.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

some internet music thing

i haven't read this yet. it's probably another wonder of the internet-- a window into senseless individual expression, i think-- some kind of new form that's come out of the internet medium. that's my idea. let's go see if it's there in this magazine, too.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

the inferno

it's something i have yet to read, though i have little doubt that it sheds some light on our existence here in the 21st century pornstorm. i've heard it said one must know the bible, the aeneid, and st. augustine's confessions in order to begin to follow all the references and whatnot. i'm only a little way into the aeneid at this point. here's dante's inferno read by john cleese divided into four files (1) (2) (3) (4) on and two images of the inferno.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Psychopathia Sexualis

here is the plot summary of a movie with limited engagements in US cities. just keeping the readership informed via our friend NERDMANN.

"Employing a complex multi-narrative structure, Psychopathia Sexualis dramatizes case histories of turn-of-the-century sexual deviance, drawn from the pages of Richard von Krafft-Ebing's notorious medical text. Among the cases are a sexually repressed man who discovers an unhealthy appetite for blood; a homosexual man who submits himself to a doctor who promises to 'cure' his condition; and a masochist who hires a pair of corseted prostitutes to enact a most peculiar performance. In the final chapter, a woman who has spent her life suppressing her lesbian desires is hired to tutor a sexually curious young woman. These stories are bound together by the thread of an ambitious doctor who not only studies the patients, but uses them as pawns and playthings."

Friday, May 05, 2006

Bosnian Pyramids: Great Discovery or Colossal Hoax? - Yahoo! News

in the great crank tradition, this archaeologist claims that like, galileo and columbus, he will bring about a revolution in human knowledge. read the end of the article. without cranks, would there be anyone with actual runaway optimism for the future? without them, would we be antiquarians mournfully attending to the ceremonies of the satus quo?

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

rainbow gathering

yo hippies, when are you headed to your next rainbow gathering? as the U.S. democratic social structure fractures into many independent self-interested religions, diasporas, economic fortresses, and immigrant communities, the old celtic druid traditions will find their way to the surface in these wilderness hippie gatherings. from these photos, there appears to be some sense of an inclusive community. what must you sacrifice to join? i'm not sure. let me know if you find out.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

The Place of Iraq in Geopolitics


(idiot in the old medical sense: a person of profound mental retardation having a mental age below three years and generally being unable to learn connected speech or guard against common dangers.)

in the years before 9-11, the U.S. blood-thristy war mongers were writing texts on the rising threat of china and describing a U.S. -- China bi-polar world. they were setting up antagonism for an object for the war machine. the chinese, not stupid, knew of adolescent islamists wallowing in their own agony.

the chinese helped al-qaeda scale up their ambitions. now the senseless u.s. war machine that always needs and "evil enemy" had someplace to fixate. a brilliant feint to allow continued peaceful prosperity for the chinese people.

applaud the chinese for their intelligence on this count. their continued ability to manipulate the U.S. idiots in favor of global stability is perhaps the only hope for the global economy and preventing massive worldwide currency collapse and famine.

OUTLOOK: we're in best possible hands with the chinese playing 1st fiddle.

you can see C. Rice going after the chinese a la pre 9-11 in the article i've linked.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

blog troll accuses nation of conspiracy mongering

a snip from some blog commenter called MASK: "we'll get a 3000 word cut & paste article from from RESE (or PLUNGER) on how Cheney shot JFK from the Grassy Knoll with an invisible ray-gun created from Roswell technology, to silence him from exposing how Zionist bankers were planning on sinking Alaska with electro-plasma earthquake machines, built by Nazi scientists living in Antarctica taking orders from Hitler's brain which had been transplanted into the body of Marilyn Monroe!"

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Markovian Parallax Denigrate

here's a conspiracy theory woven fairly intricately complete with links. it's an impressive one.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Angel's Trumpet Follow-Up: Salvia

From: tink
Sent: Thursday, February 02, 2006 10:32 AM
Subject: Re: [Vox] Nightshade varieties poisonous but beautiful

my father is on some bizarro salvia kick right now, and has gone justa little bit crazier than he was before. Which means he's nuttier than a cheap fruitcake. It sounds awful, from all of the descriptions i've gotten so far- have you tried it? what do you think? I'm a little wary of anything called "the little death" these days..

love tink

From: ccadden
Sent: Thursday, February 02, 2006 14:32:42 -0500
Subject: Re: [Vox] Nightshade varieties poisonous but beautiful

It's worth it. And it is a 'little death' because this entire world and reality completely dies. You feel literally like you've stepped inside the life force of some rain forest plant; there's no up or down anymore, everything human about you evaporates and becomes another life for about 20 minutes. If your father's nuttier than a cheap fruitcake, then it's going to be no good for him. But, on an intellectual level, I found it great and fascinating---you just get that little 20 minute glimpse into that other world, but if you stayed longer there, you'd be nuttier than a cheap fruitcake too. On a spiritual level, I don't know what to make of it yet. On an emotional one, I was fucking terrified the first time because all my orientations were suddenly bombed. Everything as I'd known it for 35 years was different, suddenly. The frameworks of my reality all shot down. But now I'm fascinated by all that. Everything gets kind of fuzzy and you feel these embers burning in your body as you cross over into Salvia's domain.


Friday, January 27, 2006

US plans to 'fight the net' revealed

remember that movie The Day After Tomorrow where a rapid ice age flooded then froze people to death before they could escape to the south? well, the script was based on a pentagon report that proposed that exact scenario as a national security issue. here is the article in Fortune Magazine where i first heard of the report.

and now again with this report blogged here on controlling global information flows, running psyops, battling the internet, and developing the ability to disrupt any communications system that uses any portion of the electromagnetic spectrum, one wonders how much of this writing is science fiction and how much is a genuine possibility or course of action that is going on now or in the near future.

i mean, if the PSYOPS consist of making the United States the laughing stock of the globe, and the butt of jokes and anger, then that department needs an overhaul. if these "hackers" are the people who run to sell books, or those on yahoo! groups selling t-shirts, or those ripping copies of Underworld: Revolution and posting them on Bittorrent sites, then again this report is some science fiction that will make a fine good movie.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Winona Minnesota Mississippi River (Internet) Sutra

From: "Bobby G"
To: terrasoluna yahoogroups
Sent: Monday, January 16, 2006 5:10 PM
Subject: TerraSoLuna~ presque vu

spring of 1973, and the Mississippi valley was full of water, from one bank to the other. from the bluffs above Winona, looking out over the valley, the sun's reflection off all the water made it look as if a miniature archipelago had formed in the valley. at sundown, out at the old farmhouse a group of hippies had congregated, for there was fellowship, and windowpane, to be had. he felt comfortable with windowpane, those tiny gelatin squares that you could be pretty sure held only acid, because not enough of anything that could really harm you would fit in that small a space.

four, or maybe five, of them had consumed the tiny windows, oh maybe an hour or more earlier. he'd forgotten to check the clock. it didn't matter. there was a square slab of sawn limestone sitting in the big living room and in the dim light he could swear there was an amazingly clear pattern suddenly revealed in that stone, something geometric, logical, as if drawn that way. he remarked to Rita, sitting on the battered old sofa, "i'm seeing pattern. in this stone. in everything. it's amazing. wish you could see this."

Rita, a tall girl who seemed very young, but very wise for someone so young, regarded him for a long moment. "there's a pattern," she said through a big grin. "but it's not like you're thinking, exactly. the pattern is Mind (he could hear the capital letter in Mind, he was sure). Mind is reflecting back on itself. everywhere Mind is at work, searching for a pattern, for a meaning to it all, there's the pattern. that's what's so way-out about it."

he reflected that this girl always found a way to say the most incredibly profound things. she could make the most bland cliche even sound profound, like newly-discovered wisdom.

"sometimes," she said, you think you've found the one big pattern, like pattern of patterns. but," she said, "you nev...

"wait!" he exclaimed, rising up out of the overstuffed chair. "i've gotta go outside and walk!" he was sure he'd heard a voice say, "get bundled up and get on some walkin shoes. i'll show you the pattern, how it all works. what i'm about to show you, will be astonishing to you..."

outside the night was one of those frozen Minnesota spring nights bathed in a brilliant moonlight that beckoned him to walk. he started walkin, accompanied by an insistent voice-track, "yes, you will see. it's right up ahead. see that hill? right over the hill, you will see it revealed..." things like that kept cycling through his head.

he walked for a long distance, in a speedy head, thinking the whole time. people kept coming to mind, his mom & dad, siblings, friends, people he'd been working with. they all seemed amusing, funny, lighthearted, and profound. it seemed that finally, the things they did, the way they were, all made sense. they were perfectly logical, they had to act as they did because their life-scripts were crafted so... even the loading-dock guy, the one with the incessant stream of racist jokes, even he made sense. he found himself really liking the people who populated his tiny world. he would seek them out, give them a really big hug and say, "i know!" ... no, wait a minute. these were "straight people," that hug idea wouldn't do. maybe there was like a handshake, or a special phrase, a knowing look, you could give that said in a universal language, "i know..."

the walk grew longer and longer. the voices had promised that in the revelation of the Pattern to All Things, there would be "a mantra, your mantra, which you can chant to remind yourself if you forget..."

always he was egged on---"see that grove of trees? just past there, you'll see, you'll see."

it seemed as if hours had passed. he was pretty sure the acid was wearing off now, and had been circling back on the dirt road back to the big farmhouse, and he had been chanting his mantra softly, just under his breath, for it seemed like the last quarter-hour now. he had found the Pattern, and knew the chant. it was an easy chant, and it went...

"whoa." he said out loud. "what the heh---" he
realized he'd been chanting,

"what i'm about to show to you
will be astonishing to you
astonishing to you

what i'm about to show to you
will be astonishing to you
astonishing to you

what i'm about to show to you
will be astonishing to you
astonishing to you..."

"damn." "un-fucking-believable..."

Rita was sitting outside gazing toward the brilliant red sunglow off in the east. to her back was a bright, setting moon. she was watching him approach, wearing an amused look.

"hey. long walk, huh?"

"yeah. i was uh...the Pattern...i was... wow, i'm really hungry. and chilly. i'm gonna go in and find something to eat and stand by the wood cookstove and warm up. you comin in?"

"in a while," she said, as he started up the creaky steps. "hey?"

he turned back. "yeah?"

"i started to say--you never really get to see it, ya know."

he gazed at her for another long moment, again marveling at this girl of perpetual profundity. he shook his head and giggled, banging the rattly door behind him...

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Angel's Trumpet

Angel's Trumpet, when used properly, can have an hallucinogenic effect. Much more frequently, however, it's a total disaster as in this teen's case.

"About two weeks ago, he brewed a batch of tea from the leaves or flowers of an Angel's Trumpet to get high. The Titusville teen said he followed directions he found on the Internet and accidentally overdosed." Of course separating the wheat from the chaff in this the Pornstorm can be a bit much for many adults let alone a precocious teen.

In the Northwest Indiana News Jean Starr writes of the Angel's Trumpet in her Petal Talk column. Angel's Trumpet also takes the names Datura and Jamestown Weed slurred to jimson weed according to Starr. In her last paragraph she takes a particular flight of fancy that suggests she may know more than she wants to let on in a statewide publication.

"The chemicals contained in Datura include scopolamine, which I used to use to prevent seasickness. I had to stop using it because it caused me to hallucinate, which can be really dangerous on a boat at night in the middle of Lake Michigan. Scopolamine still is available by prescription for seasickness, but if you tend to be a poster child for side effects like I am, you might want to give it a try before taking that cruise."

If you don't see how I am reading this, think about what other things being a poster child for side effects may mean besides what's on the face of it. Or think about her opening anecdote, "Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. 'Potato chips on the sunroom floor,' I wondered as the sound continued. No, it was Olive the Golden Border Retriever snacking on dried leaves that had fallen from the jasmine." She primes the theme of eating exotic plant leaves she'll take up near the end. If only the teen had spoken with Jean for some proper guidance.

Update: someone pointed to Salvia Divinorum personally, pornstorm knows nothing about this stuff.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

christopher elgrekkko cadden's Blogorama

he calls these recent posts "the best shit he has written in years." his words from his mouth. in the pornstorm, who can tell if he's breaking from modesty or touts everything like this. but, hey, even you think you alone are the highest arbiter of taste.

and you are, and so, read up on this thing like i'm going to do now. he hails from the mindvox clan and the blogorama looks pretty down to earth . . .