August 13, 2008Paradox? He's a man of mystery. An enigma, if you will. Some say he's a pathological liar, while others insist he's the most honest man alive. He's sort of a living legend, if he even really exists at all. When my father took me on fishing trips when I was a boy, he would tell me wild stories of Paradox's many adventures. Some of the stories would make me laugh, some would make me terrified, unable to sleep at night. And quite frankly, some of them would make me vomit. Angel, Fiend, Shaman, Infiltrator, Clown, Genius and Fool - all these words can describe him, but words fail ultimately. His very presence is medicine, and his vision is medicine for the whole world.
June 23, 2008Once upon a time, a girl tagged along with her boyfriend out to the pinnacles for some video shoot and the promise of getting to play with fire.
When she got there, she was faced with the prettiest bunch of ragtag circus monkey people she'd ever seen.
She played with a clown and they rolled around a car and in the volcanic sand and danced themselves silly.
She was way too scared of the pretty girls to play with fire, but the clown made her happy.
May 8, 2008that moment, when i pushed the white greasepaint between your toes, i looked up at your face and saw the most fully expressed reaction of joy and absurdity i have ever laid eyes on... swoon.
December 3, 2007i love this guy. he is a dear friend, collaborator, and magic man. an inspiration to many and so fully present exuding love with all his being. big ups to his existence shining brighter every day...
December 22, 2006In all my years walking this earth I have never met anyone who gives himself as unselfishly as paradox does. he is a reminder to me to live in love. thank you for being you
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A Declaration of the Independence of CyberspaceFri, January 9, 2009 - 2:05 PM permalink - 1 comment
by John Perry Barlow <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Governments of the Industrial World, you weary giants of flesh and steel, I come from Cyberspace, the new home of Mind. On behalf of the future, I ask you of the past to leave us alone. You are not welcome among us. You have no sovereignty where we gather.
We have no elected government, nor are we likely to have one, so I address you with no greater authority than that with which liberty itself always speaks. I declare the global social space we are building to be naturally independent of the tyrannies you seek to impose on us. You have no moral right to rule us nor do you possess any methods of enforcement we have true reason to fear.
Governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed. You have neither solicited nor received ours. We did not invite you. You do not know us, nor do you know our world. Cyberspace does not lie within your borders. Do not think that you can build it, as though it were a public construction project. You cannot. It is an act of nature and it grows itself through our collective actions.
You have not engaged in our great and gathering conversation, nor did you create the wealth of our marketplaces. You do not know our culture, our ethics, or the unwritten codes that already provide our society more order than could be obtained by any of your impositions.
You claim there are problems among us that you need to solve. You use this claim as an excuse to invade our precincts. Many of these problems don't exist. Where there are real conflicts, where there are wrongs, we will identify them and address them by our means. We are forming our own Social Contract . This governance will arise according to the conditions of our world, not yours. Our world is different.
Cyberspace consists of transactions, relationships, and thought itself, arrayed like a standing wave in the web of our communications. Ours is a world that is both everywhere and nowhere, but it is not where bodies live.
We are creating a world that all may enter without privilege or prejudice accorded by race, economic power, military force, or station of birth.
We are creating a world where anyone, anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular, without fear of being coerced into silence or conformity.
Your legal concepts of property, expression, identity, movement, and context do not apply to us. They are all based on matter, and there is no matter here.
Our identities have no bodies, so, unlike you, we cannot obtain order by physical coercion. We believe that from ethics, enlightened self-interest, and the commonweal, our governance will emerge . Our identities may be distributed across many of your jurisdictions. The only law that all our constituent cultures would generally recognize is the Golden Rule. We hope we will be able to build our particular solutions on that basis. But we cannot accept the solutions you are attempting to impose.
In the United States, you have today created a law, the Telecommunications Reform Act, which repudiates your own Constitution and insults the dreams of Jefferson, Washington, Mill, Madison, DeToqueville, and Brandeis. These dreams must now be born anew in us.
You are terrified of your own children, since they are natives in a world where you will always be immigrants. Because you fear them, you entrust your bureaucracies with the parental responsibilities you are too cowardly to confront yourselves. In our world, all the sentiments and expressions of humanity, from the debasing to the angelic, are parts of a seamless whole, the global conversation of bits. We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.
In China, Germany, France, Russia, Singapore, Italy and the United States, you are trying to ward off the virus of liberty by erecting guard posts at the frontiers of Cyberspace. These may keep out the contagion for a small time, but they will not work in a world that will soon be blanketed in bit-bearing media.
Your increasingly obsolete information industries would perpetuate themselves by proposing laws, in America and elsewhere, that claim to own speech itself throughout the world. These laws would declare ideas to be another industrial product, no more noble than pig iron. In our world, whatever the human mind may create can be reproduced and distributed infinitely at no cost. The global conveyance of thought no longer requires your factories to accomplish.
These increasingly hostile and colonial measures place us in the same position as those previous lovers of freedom and self-determination who had to reject the authorities of distant, uninformed powers. We must declare our virtual selves immune to your sovereignty, even as we continue to consent to your rule over our bodies. We will spread ourselves across the Planet so that no one can arrest our thoughts.
We will create a civilization of the Mind in Cyberspace. May it be more humane and fair than the world your governments have made before.
February 8, 1996
I have been blogging there and would love you to come visit...Mon, October 13, 2008 - 10:48 PM permalink - 0 comments
and check out what I have been doing...
it may concern,Mon, October 13, 2008 - 9:56 PM permalink - 3 comments
the world answers only to itself and any
and all haunts
becoming and losing themselves in the school and class that occurs from refinement,
all that to say, yes
to the hope of all the evolutions, and how in the dissappearence of one thing always arises a new
and in the world where most of us grew up ,
the evolution of the desruction generation,
so much died along with john lennon, and with JFK and with MLKjr,
and all those who took the bait into the future
the messiah is here already in the shape of all those that i love.
I have a love which is as ancient as the forest
who speaks with the silence that the trees dream,
learning how to own it.
to whom it may concern ,which
is all whom know how to live,
and who live with me here on this planet
in =this plane
living in and through
I haven't visited here in a while. I felt like every time I came to the site that it was down ,Mon, August 25, 2008 - 12:17 AM permalink - 2 comments
so I walked away.
I realized that I have spent many hours here, preachin from my vitural soapbox.
I am not going to Burning man to spend my days at the desk and in my corpus design...
I will need any and all support I can get.
I feel like a bridge being built over great expanse, needing both sides to reach to me...
Blessings on your every breath and your work on the bridge we build between the worlds,
the one we are in and through the process we commit to daily to bring forth the world we wish to live in...