lets get metaphysical

A thermodynamics professor had written a take home exam for his graduate students. It had one question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Support your answer with a proof." Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following: First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So, we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities: #1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose. #2. Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over. So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Ms. Therese Banyan during my Freshman year, "That it will be a cold night in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then #2 cannot be true, and so Hell is exothermic.

The student got the only A.

went to see the kranski sisters at the opera house, very unique, kinda strange, three australian gothic sisters, slightly twisted but one of a kind. they did some great tunes, simple arrangements yet very effective. 'pull up to the bumper' was a highlight. i don't know how they keep a straight face. it was good to catch up with val and olga, we met with my brother and had a few drinks before walking down to circular quay. i've discovered a vodka bar that's kinda cozy.

many years ago i played in a strange r and b punkish band called the 'blue meanies' i think we even played a gig, my memories are very hazy. i was a young petulant kid with dumb attitude and no talent, just hanging out with some rock rebels finding my way in the world. we rehearsed a few times in a big house in south london, in the attic. i recall two brothers, one was terry, i think he played guitar. he was good. i never really got to know him, in fact i probably irritated the hell out of him, being a terrible front man, i'm no entertainer and i had not found my voice. i didn't understand music very well, i didn't know anything, just a horrible teenager with punk attitude. anyway terry was always the wise one, he seemed to embody the daoist ideal, lead from the back. he was kinda strong in presence and knew some good riffs. i think we all went to see bo diddly together but i really can't recall. anyways terry is the geezer who left the comments and i was so happy to hear from him, terry if you are out there write me an e mail, captainmission@thedeepfix.com i'd love to re connect and apologize for my arrogance, naivety and possibly stupidity and maybe if your up for it hear about what you are up to these days.

ps. terry, you are quite correct, you defier of theories, i hope you delve into my musings and you will see that my ideas are ever changing, always contradictory and filled with strange ideas that may or may not be true, bits of prose, memories in future tense and some kinda diary like ravings. i often have no idea what i am writing. great to hear from you and best wishes man, please drop me an e mail.

hanging out in opium dens in east berlin's turkish quarter i had a chance encounter with a serpent from the government, a beaurocrat who peddled in petty information and cheap gossip designed to look like diplomacy, he was a strange individual, some kind of malevolent energy hung around him like a bad aura leak. i didn't want to get to close to him and his radioactive fallout but he kept encroaching into my space man. opium dens have an unwritten code of conduct, one being you don't interfere with another clients narcotic states, but this snake was obviously beyond following etiquette as he smashed into my colours and spoke in his strange accent making petty introductions and small talk, i had half closed eyes and the other half was at some desert oasis drinking fresh water and having oils massaged into my loins by two slave girls with exotic perfume and nice friendly eyes, the closer i got to them the closer he seemed to intrude until i was confronted by a small snake with tiny pin prick pupils and a pencil thin mustache.
'and your....?' he was saying n a high pitched irritating snake voice.
'your what?'
'your name is...?'
i paused and thought hard, he seemed to get frustrated and said, 'my name is blank. what is your name?'
'ahh,' i sighed, 'blank huh?'
'yes, and you are...?'
'mission' i replied but i was bored and wanted to escape back into my dreams.
'i cannot reveal your mission until i have your name sir.'
curiosity perked me, a mission, mmm this whacko government official has confused me with some one else, but here i am in this place at this point in time and he won't leave me alone, so i decide to play along.
'i cannot reveal my name to you mr. blank, until i have seen your id.'
'most irregular. i assure you i am who i say i am.'
'yes we are both who we say we are.'
he breathed out and moved even closer.
'your target is in the regency hotel, she is staying in suite 7, top floor,' he thrust an envelope at me, 'here are the details and half the sum as promised. the other half on completion'
with that he got up and disappeared into the smoke filled atmosphere. i returned to my oasis satisfied i had perceived his id. what an ugly id it was.
after a shower i changed into my suit and caught a taxi over to the regent hotel, i picked up a bunch of iris's from the hotel foyer and re read the file as the elevator made its rounds.
she was a piece of work, nice looking educated and deadly. i liked the look of her eyes, there was nothing there, they penetrated you with their emptiness.
later as i knocked upon her door a voice, her voice asked who it was.
'mission' i said.
the door opened and she stood before me in a gorgeous deep red outfit. her eyes were even more vacant than her photograph and she had dangerous lips. i handed her the envelope. even her nail polish was vivid red, the colour of blood.
'so have you come to kill me?'
'no. i have just come.'
'well that's a shame, what are you good for?'
'well i can always come again.' the double entendres were taking over and things were not going the way i planned. i stepped inside.
she let me.
the room was sparse but huge and there was quite a large and well filled drinks cabinet.
'come on in, can i fix you a drink or would you prefer something slightly more exotic?'
'exotic.'
she walked over to an oriental ornate cabinet and pulled out a pipe, an opium pipe. she beckoned towards the bed. i sprawled out upon its soft cushions. she stood tall, gradually her lips seemed to come towards me, massive huge lips blocking out the room, i was lost in that kiss, and when i opened my eyes i was back in the opium den with the monotonous govt. official.
'so what is your name,' he said.

i cast a sad reflection , somewhere in my forties, a strange individual, pottering around casting strange incantations and messing with the cosmos, i came unto a strange revelation, a scientific and great mystical truth and i dare any one to defy it's reason.
everything started with the big bang, we are part of that process and everything around us is part of that process, therefore everything shares the same father, for want of a better word. and in it's incredible diversity life as we know it on planet earth has but one unifying code, the dna. in fact dna is the life, humans are just one manifestation of the experiment. and dna is actually evolving not humanity.
sadly humanity doesn't seem to be evolving at all, a classic example of this follows

some one who has great power over me, a woman i can't say i like but i am forced into a situation where i have to at least be diplomatic approached me the other day. she was telling me how she was working with some tibetans and how she loved their Buddhist attitude and how she was a Buddhist and how if only evil israel adopted a Buddhist approach to the Palestinians then everything in the world would be hunky dory. I agreed because to argue the point would be pointless. Later that evening she locked her daughter in a room as a punishment, i could hear the screaming, 'mummy i want to go to the toilet' which lasted about two hours. i was very disturbed but as i said i am in a position where if i act it would work against me. so i go about my own business casting no judgement but jesus fucking christ, some people are just dumb.

i watched an episode of a show called torchwood, a friend had burnt a few shows on a disc, the show was about 5 hours long, called, 'children of earth' and wow, it was excellent although it could have been longer and slightly more detailed. however it was a very confronting tv show.

i also went over to help val, who was moving studios, it was good to see him although he was a bit stressed out. i really count him as part of my tribe, he's an amazing guy and his moment is coming.

i know i know but i do love this. genius.

under the illusion that today was payday i booted up the olde laptop and logged into my account only to find it empty, ahhh i shrieked as i grabbed my phone to confirm it was actually pay week. once again completely out of time, pay week is next week, which means for the next few days i am going to have to survive on what i have, this will be interesting as i scout around the kitchen looking for stuff, mmm, lots of rice, lots of oats, lots of herbal teas and condiments. mmm nothing i can actually eat though unless you count eating a jar of mint sauce as a meal. okay well i can do it, i have my secret weapon, a big bag of dope.
this will get me through the weeks famine.

i have been reading a few books, the devils paintbrush a fantastic story set in paris as a disgraced general meets the infamous alister crowley. i loved reading this, well written evocative of a time long gone, and a great story.

i read the strain, a kinda hio tech vampire book, set in nyc and although it gets off to a great start i kinda got disinterested in it as it progressed although i will read the sequels.

the other book i read was a little history of the world which although explains history for children is so well researched and written adults could enjoy it as well. i did.

in bondi on my brothers dodgy small computer so forgive me if i make mistak3es.
i should be in kograh erehearsing with the fix but val is busy so we have a weekend off. instead i'm goona chill out with my brother and wander down the markets looking at the junk they have for sale, get some breakfast and have a lok at some old bookshops.

kings cross gone midnight, crashed in a friendly sofa with a couple of girls, luscious cocktails, some deep throbbing base drifting through the evening and it feels like heaven is close at hand. she's weaving through the dense crowd like a lone angel fish swimming through a school of sharks. we exchange pheromones, she pouts her lips while i scan her curves and read her aura looking for fractures but finding only her gaze. she reads clean, no emotional damage, no fractures, no glitches or hidden agendas. she zooms in on me, like a comet burning through the atmosphere, a trail of flames behind her.
'i am the hunter, you are the prey.' she whispers softly with her lips almost touching my ear.
'i like being hunted, i'm far to lazy to be a predator.'
she slides onto my lap, her arms wrapped around my neck she starts whispering promises with lips that could keep them.
'do you want to do a bliss with me?' she asks, all coy and hopeful, those big doe eyes reflecting mine.
'sure'
she pops a cube into my mouth and i can feel the boundaries dissolve as her mind starts to melt into mine almost instantly the music flows through our skin, merges into our blood and brains as everything becomes packets of quanta information, this is the world without boundaries, without filters.
now that base pulses with the organic universe val stands tall, wields it low, his big hands throttling it, manipulating super strings, wrangling up sound-waves and warping everything in it's path, that ain't no base guitar it's a sonic attack, the machine throbs along like a wild waveform, or particle?
and that guitar seems more like an old orgone accumulator, energy waves resonate down our spine, he stands in the shadows, everyone tying to catch a glimpse but not sure if he's actually there, the mysterious nevin, with his strange machines, we catch a glimpse black on red etched onto his guitar the word.
and now just when you get the groove, a saxophone penetrates the night, wailing, blasting, blowing like the angel gabriel announcing the end of something and the beginning of something else. louis all the way from andromeda.
and there's captain mission.
the bliss takes hold, it comes on like a plasma sunset echoing neon sex and occult sigil, here we are at the end of civilization on the cusp of 2012 baby, who do we listen to, soundtrack to the multi-verse, strange transmission from other dimensions.
the deep fix.

sleepy avalon, cold breeze and warm soup, my body feels replenished with nurishment. ideas for visuals are floating through my head, like a projection itself. i wanna have some sort of visual display people can look at while we play but it is difficult to put together. i was planning on making a short film but i am stuck for resources, so i think i will have to put together a bunch of weird images and kinda project them while we play, each tune having it's own theme.

no way back - is a sort of journey to hell. a driving pulsing drive to hades, getting darker and darker. i want the road trip starting out at day, driving into the night, getting darker and more disturbing as intercut with the night drive we see images of demons and strange bosh like creatures.

epilipsium - various lips of women flash one after the other until the strange cinematic break where we see clips from 'bride of frankenstien' blending in with orgasmic bliss.

heartbroken - the alex grey like pumping of spiral images and transmigration, the spiritual display towards liberation, and release. cut to a strange scene of shamanic ritual. then back into the spiral.

so these are my ideas, they are like fleeting possibilities i have yet to construct, they exist in the world of abstracts and ideas, the world of perfection. i now have to bring them to form.

the deep fix
rehearsing away at the sound basement
val pumping out deep space base
nevin squeezes tones, textures and shapes from his orgone accumulator guitar
loius hits all those notes like some be bop deluxe warrior.
yes the band is cooking with gas, it's all coming together.
cd launch soon.
strange weirdness from the dark side as we play our strange set and soundtracks, images will float across your mind screen, the doctor makes his monster a bride, the pleasure principle, we all want that perfect partner. bits of amalia renwick, bits of melissa, a part of helen, maybe merediths legs, genie's sexy moves, toni's smile, angelicas lips, it's yeah we all want a composite creation, but we settle for what we get. frankenstiens curse.
i'm awaiting for hell fire to confirm if we can launch there. it's the perfect place for us to play our music.

i noticed at work they have an ethics policy. they force us to sign it. is that freaking ethical. idiots.

my legs are healing, badly scared but functional, i am alive and kicking, my mind seems to be in overdrive after being shattered, i've been in rehearsing with the deep fix. i have a band, we are four.
louis plays sax, he plays like a jazz demon, a wailing devil renegade, he's a fallen angel, a really decent chap and appears to have great taste in music being a hawk wind fan and having knowledge of jan gabbrick and oscar peterson, two of my fave musicians. he's an old master, i can see his history in his eyes, like a fabulous furry freak brother, i recognize a familiar.
then there's nevin who played with us for the first time this sunday, and like the icing on a cake it all came together. his guitar was a texture that i would say blends in as the missing ingredient. he plays in the shadows, much like i would, he uses feel and intuition, he is a sonic energy magician wielding wavelength like a warrior. he's got some strange amplifier accessory filled with effects and buttons, he gets sound that doesn't sound like a guitar, he gets the deep fix.
and then there's val, the alchemist who seems to take my raw materials and somehow get something greater from them, i don't know but he's a master at intuitively getting me. a very rare thing in my life. and this is what i think the deep fix is. it's intuition.
i gotta learn my words and i gotta put together some film, a difficult task in itself because i really want the visual part to work well. i have to create this, manifest.

speaking about manifesting things my experiments with lottery tickets is still ongoing. a short recap.
over the last five years i have taken to buying a lottery ticket at least once every month. and i never spend more than 10 dollars. i vary the game, there are so many i just enter the ones with big prizes. each time i buy a ticket i win, 9 times out of 10. however i never win more than i spend on the ticket. i seem to average about $7. once i won $14 but that never repeated itself.
last week i won $7 again. i'm going to have to try to change something but im not sure what, i like winning but i wanna win more than i spend so that it counts for something substantial as a verification of personal power. i've been playing with these ideas of lottery tickets for years as part of my experiments with magick and chaos. to me it seems like a great test for random effect to be influenced but some intent. and using a home made concoction of chaos theory and crowley and tantra i seem to be getting somewhere but not far enough. it is time to change something in the formula but i have no idea what.

i've just finished The Night Sessions, the new book from Ken MacLeod. In it he gives us a near future where we finally have got rid of religion. its a detective story played out in scotland and a new zealand christian theme park but there's robots and space elevators in the mix. great ending very satisfying.

okay what's the sweet and lowdown. i'm strangely disoriented, my brain is in some kind of alternative speed, it's functioning way ahead of the rest of my life. my mind is displaced, it's operating in a different space, somewhere elusive, difficult to pin down, it's slightly dangerous. i watched a documentary on christianity in africa, fringe christianity, where local priests believe absolutely in evil, however they think that evil exists in children who are witches or wizards. so rife is this belief that hundreds of children are tortured and mentally sexually abused as part of the exorcism. the documentary showed a lone english chap who goes around helping these kids and he's set up some sort of shelter and school, yet he gets no assistance from the government or church. we saw graphic images of the physical marks left by the torture, we met with many children brainwashed into believing they are evil after spending years being fucked over by these adults, these poor kids have no other life, they are eventually cast away or imprisoned under the churches.
then we meet these so called christians who are nothing but jumped up charlatans exploiting peoples fear and charging cash for the so called treatment, the banishing of the demonic forces.
i was very depressed after watching this, i was angry and cynical about humanity's chances and also wondered if we actually deserved a chance. at least there's one chap out there trying to change this situation. he is representative of humanity but even he was on an edge, almost over the line.
anyways my body feels numb although pain in my legs indicates at least something. healing i'm told.

so mike jackson is dead, i was never a fan, indifferent to his dance moves, video, music and plastic face antics. he could do what he wants to me it was all kinda silly. i do feel sorry for his monkey.

edukation needs a revelution, here's a man who i think should lead it, i read his book and advocate his veiws fully. i was a victim of skool system fucking me over, yet here i am, an ultra intelligent specimen with an over active imagination, a glorious under achiever. somewhat lost in this strange land of maths and logic.



Transcript
KERRY O'BRIEN, PRESENTER: Kevin Rudd's promised education revolution was a key part of his election victory, an agenda that includes benchmarking schools and raising teacher standards. But a leading expert on education, creativity and innovation who advises governments and major global corporations says that most education systems around the world are still modelled on the needs of the industrial age, and if anything, are getting even narrower.

Sir Ken Robinson chaired a high-powered commission for the Blair Government to define an education strategy for the future. He's since been knighted for services to the education and the arts. Sir Ken Robinson has just written a book called 'The Element' which draws on the stories of a wide range of very successful people whose talents went unnoticed at school.

I've interviewed him at length while he's in Sydney for a conference, and because of the interest in the topic, we're going to run that interview over two nights. Tonight, part one.

Ken Robinson, you tell the stories of a number of famous people whose traditional education failed to help them identify their real talents before they went on to brilliant careers, Paul McCartney, for instance: you say he went through his entire education without anyone noticing he had any musical talent at all. Are you saying that's a common story?

KEN ROBINSON, EDUCATION & CREATIVITY EXPERT: Yes. I mean, I don't mean to say that you have to have failed at school before you can be a success, but an awful lot of people who did well after school didn't do well in school. Paul McCartney went to school in Liverpool and, as you say, he went through the whole of his education there and nobody thought he had any musical talent. One of the other people in the same music group - music class - was George Harrison, the lead guitarist of The Beatles, and he went through school as well and nobody noticed had any talent. So I was saying this recently that this one teacher in Liverpool in the '50s had half The Beatles in his class and he missed it. And the point about this is that, you know, talent is often buried deep; it's not lying around on the surface, but our education systems at the moment are still very focused on a certain type of ability, and the result is very many brilliant people are marginalised by the whole process.

KERRY O'BRIEN: But it's also true that we can't all be Paul McCartney or some other famous person with a brilliant career ahead of us. But are you saying that there is a sweet spot in all of us where our talents intersect with our passions and that that is not being mined, is not being found, is not being looked for?

KEN ROBINSON: Yes, that's exactly the point. And, the thing is, I've interviewed a lot of people for the book, and, you know, there was a time when Paul McCartney, so to speak, was not Paul McCartney. You know, it isn't that all these people were born as celebrities; they achieved some celebrity because of pursuing their own particular talent and their passion. And I do think we all have that in us, yeah. The people achieve their best when they firstly tune into their natural aptitudes - and lots of people I have interviewed aren't musicians, they're mathematicians, they're business leaders, they're teachers, they're broadcasters, you know, they've found this thing that the completely get. But the second thing is that they love it. And if you can find that - a talented and a passion - well that's to say you never work again. And it is true, I think, that our current education systems are simply not designed to help people do that. In fact an awful lot of people go through education and never discover anything they're good at at all.

KERRY O'BRIEN: Well in fact one of the things you argue is that in many cases it's not just that their talents aren't discovered, but they're actually driven away from those talents.

KEN ROBINSON: Yes, I think they are in some respects. I mean, I'm always keen to say this, you know, but we're all born with immense natural abilities and talents. But they tend to be inhibited as we get older. I write a lot about creativity. And I came across this great story which I'm very fond of a little girl who was in a drawing class. And her teacher said she normally didn't pay attention, but in the drawing class she did. It was a six year old kid. And she said she spent about 20 minutes huddled over this piece of paper. And the teacher went over to her and said, "What are you drawing?" And the girl said, "I'm drawing a picture of God.” And the teacher said, "But nobody knows what God looks like." And the girl said, "They will in a minute." I love that.

KERRY O'BRIEN: Is that a girl who's just oblivious of her boundaries, or is ...

KEN ROBINSON: Well it illustrates two things for me. One is that we're all born with tremendous creative confidence and abilities. Young children are full of great ideas and possibilities. But that tends to be suppressed as we get older. And it happens in part through this culture of standardised testing that I think is now a blight on the whole of education. But the second thing is that we all think and learn differently. I mean, some people are highly visual; you know, some think best when they're moving; some think best when they're listening; some people respond well to words, some people don't. And getting the best from kids in schools is about understanding the way they think, as well as what it is they're supposed to be thinking about. And I think that's also why some people get through the whole of their education and don't discover themselves at all.

KERRY O'BRIEN: But how does a teacher in a classroom of 30 kids manage to adapt their teaching methods to all of those different traits in different kids who might require a different approach?

KEN ROBINSON: Well, that, to me, is the whole business of teaching. You know, every education system in the world currently is being reformed. I know it's true here in Australia, but it's true wherever you go - Asia, Europe, America. And it's happening for two reasons. One of them is economic; everybody's trying to figure out, you know, as parents and as employers and as students, how on Earth do you educate people to find a productive life in the 21st Century, you know, when all the economies are shifting faster than we've known them. So the economic thing is really important. But it's also about culture, you know, about how do you give people a sense of identity and what do they need to know to be literate and fluent in these extraordinary times as well. The thing is that most reform movements are looking backwards; they're looking back to the old system that was the result of the industrial revolution.

KERRY O'BRIEN: When you talk about the narrowness of education systems now, if you look at the secondary school system in Australia, there are compulsory strands like English, maths and science, but there's also a big range of other subjects that kids can choose from to complete their course, a lot of electives. Isn't that going to help students, teachers and parents to discover and nurture the talents of their child? Aren't there some kids who are never going to do well in a structured school system?

KEN ROBINSON: Well, my starting premise is that every one of us - all our children - have great natural abilities and talents and they're all unique. And that education clearly has to cover some common ground for everybody. You know, we all need to learn to read and write and so on. But there's much more than that. You know, it always has distressed me that most education systems have this hierarchy - you know, maths and science at the top and languages. And they're very important. And then, the humanities and the arts somewhere near the bottom. Well, you know, that all seems OK, except that when money gets short, you know, when politicians talk about tightening their belts and raising standards, they always focus on these top, apparently, subjects of maths and science and languages. Well, they're very important. But so is music and dance and art and poetry and all the things that the arts teach, and humanities and history, and all of those things which speak to the nature of what it is to be a human being and to be able to make your way in the world. And a lot of the work I've done hasn't been to argue against sciences and maths but to say we need a balance here. Some kids really excel in mathematics and some don't. And they should have the opportunity to do other things, not as a default, but as an entitlement. Because what ends up happening is we get this narrow focus.

I ran a big commission in the UK on creative education, and we had scientists on the group, we had Nobel Prize winners, we had economists, we had musicians, we had dancers, two comedians. And what was interesting was that when they came to talk about the process of creativity, it was the same in every discipline, and also that these things interact. You know, some of our greatest scientists have been inspired by the arts and some of our best artists work on deeply scientific principles.

See, what I think we need here is a different conversation about education. You know, we are still always locked into this conversation about the old system. And all attempts to improve will be like getting a better steam engine. What we really need is to rethink some of the basic terms of the conversation. We need to get back to what it is that drives people to learn and achieve in the first place, and that's what we've lost. And if we know anything about education, it's all about individuals, it's personal. You know, I can't think there's a kid in Australia who gets out of bed in the morning wondering what they can do to raise their province’s reading standards. You know, it's about them and energising them. I think the problem often is that politicians think it's like bailing out the auto industry. It's like refining a manufacturing process. And it's not; it's about cultivating individual passions and talents. And if we don't get that right, nothing else will ever work.

KERRY O'BRIEN: And you've also got a bureaucracy which is endeavouring to take policy that comes from the government and fashioning it in a way that will work through a system covering a state or a nation, and you've got a principal who might have a school of 1,000 kids that they've got to pump through that system. Now, I just wonder, how much you can allow for individuality and how much personal attention you can have from teachers and pupils and how much diversity you can really encourage.

KEN ROBINSON: You can't achieve educational improvement for everybody with a standard template. In the end, you know, every child goes to a particular school, works in a particular classroom with particular teachers. You know, this doesn't happen in the committee rooms of Canberra. This happens in these neighbourhoods with these kids. And great head teachers always knew that. And what I would like to see is politicians giving teachers room to breathe and do the job they're being paid for. And instead what they aim to do is to try and make education teacher-proof, as if it's all machine minding.

KERRY O'BRIEN: But part of the process is actually the teacher training as well, isn't it?

KEN ROBINSON: It is, absolutely. You see, his is the heart of it, if I can say this, that if you think of it, there are several big bits to education. One of them is the curriculum, which is what it is we want people to learn; then there's teaching, which is how we help them to do it; and assessment, which is how we make some judgments about how they're getting on. What policymakers tend to do is focus on the curriculum and then they focus on maths, science and languages, and leave the rest. And then they go to assessment and they do standardised tests, as if the whole thing were like pumping out widgets. And the bit they leave is the only bit that will ever make a difference which is the quality of teaching.

KERRY O'BRIEN: Do you think that because we are, all of us, going through a technological revolution, we're going through a revolution to which we can't see an end, that there is so much anxiety in the community, and so much of that anxiety gets focused on the children and their education, that the parents themselves are overreacting? That the anxiety kind of ends up with a misdirection?

KEN ROBINSON: Yes, I think that's true to a degree. The reason we can't see an end to this revolution is because there is no end to it. You know, it's being driven by new technologies which are becoming faster, more insistent and more pervasive. I mean, I was told recently by some people at Apple that the most powerful computer on Earth at the moment has the processing power of a brain of a cricket. I don't know how they know that, you know, but - I don't know any crickets. But it's an attractive ...

KERRY O'BRIEN: Or haven't spoken to any.

KEN ROBINSON: And they don't reply. But what they mean is that computers look really smart, but they're not; they're just rapid calculators. But within a relatively short amount of time, maybe five years, the most powerful computers on Earth will have the processing power, they say, of the brain of a six month old baby. And I said, "Well, what does that mean?" And they said, "Well, at that point, computers will be capable of learning." I said, "Which means what?" And they say, "Well, it means they'll be able to rewrite their own operating systems in the light of their experiences." Well that's Skynet, isn't it? For anyone who's seen Terminator. I mean, that's - in other words, computers effectively will star to think for themselves at some point.

Now, that's only one bit of what's going on. You combine that with what's happening in the genome, you know with what we're finding out more about the body and how it works, how it breaks down, how that can be stopped. Combine that with the crisis in the climate, you know with water supply and all the rest. There are factors at play now for which there is no precedent in the whole of human history. And the idea that we can deal with all of that by raising results and standardised tests of reading is nonsense. I don't mean we shouldn't do that too. But the one thing we have as human beings is this extraordinary power of imagination and creativity and the ability to solve problems as well as to deal with ones that we've just created. So, this isn't some whimsical idea.

I mean, I always think this: are kids who start school this year in Australia in primary school will be retiring round about 2070. You know, nobody has a clue what the world will look like this time next year, let alone 2070. So, yes, parents are concerned and they're right to be concerned. I'm concerned. I've got two kids. But I'm concerned that they get an education which is tailored to these circumstances rather than the ones that obtained 150 years ago.

KERRY O'BRIEN: And we'll have part two of that interview with Sir Ken Robinson tomorrow night where he looks at some of the schools that he is impressed with.

Ken Robinson, I know you go into detail on some schools and school systems that have impressed you in your book. So, what real schools do come close to your ideal?

KEN ROBINSON, EDUCATION & CREATIVITY EXPERT: What great teachers know, what great parents know, what great head teachers know is that every school is different and every class is different. You have to create conditions where people give of their best. So I find great schools everywhere. There are some wonderful schools. There's a great school in Los Angeles, a brilliant teacher who's a theatre teacher, a drama teacher who's been there for over 25 years teaching a majority of kids who don't speak English as a first language. The vast majority of them now go on to college. And he teaches them by putting on Shakespeare productions.

What I find is that head teachers are critical in schools, like college presidents are essential in universities and in political systems. Leadership is really important from every point of view. I mean, look what's happening in America at the moment: that shift from the last presidency to the current one. There's been a total change of mood because people take their cue from the tone of the leadership. And it's true in every system I know. If you find a school where a head teacher gets it, anything is possible, and I mean that literally. A lot of schools do things they don't have to do because they believe they're required to do them, and they don't. I mean, I don't think - I can't speak in detail of all the legislation in Australia, obviously not, but I doubt that there's anywhere in the legislation for education in Australia that tells high schools they have to have 40 minute periods, you know, six a day, you know, over five days.

KERRY O'BRIEN: There's probably a bureaucracy above them that tells them that.

KEN ROBINSON: There's probably an assumption it has to be that way. Or that science teachers can't work with music teachers, you know. Or that all these things have to happen every day. All the schools I know that are achieving a lot are prepared to question the routines they've taken for granted for years and try something else. There's a great school I know in - actually in the UK, a primary school, where the head teacher abandons the curriculum every Friday and they run a small internal university. So they have 30 or 40 classes available which any kid can go to, provided they go for an eight week series. But some of these classes are taught by the kids and the teachers go to them, because the kids often know more than the teachers do about some certain - some aspects of the new technologies, especially just now. So it's about finding freedom within the system as well as changing the system in the long term.

KERRY O'BRIEN: Tell me briefly about that.

KEN ROBINSON: Pixar, you know, the animation company, which I went to a while ago, has a very interesting model. It's called the Pixar University. And, you know, Pixar's a wildly successful company in the field of animation. One of the reasons is they have this internal university which operates a program of courses, seminars, lectures, workshops. What's distinctive about the company is that anybody in the Pixar staff can go to any part of the Pixar university, which happens of the same campus, for four hours a week of salary time. And it has couple of really interesting effects. One is that there's a constant flow of new ideas running through the company, which has shown itself in the constant originality of the work they do. But the second is because anybody can go to anything, it means that people across the company keep running into each other. So, you know, people from the animation department might be sitting in a seminar with people from accounts or from the catering part. So everybody's discussing the company and understands the whole culture of the company. Google has something very interesting as well and similar in the way it drives its own innovation. So, I was telling this head teacher about it and he said, you know, "That's a great idea. Why do we just have that in companies? Why don't we have one in primary schools?" So they set this up. It's called the Grange University, it's on a Friday and anybody can go to anything.

KERRY O'BRIEN: The Reggio system in Italy, which began in the '60s, has impressed you too. Why?

KEN ROBINSON: Yes. Because it's - I always find this kind of axiomatic. I mean, they practice what generally people call "child-centred education". And I think, well, why would you even call it that? I mean, what else could it be? But they give kids a very structured environment in which they can play, think creatively and work collaboratively. And the whole village is involved in it, in Reggio. And you see similar principles in other systems. Some, like Montessori and Steiner and Waldorf all have different takes on it. But the premise is the same: that in early years education, children need time to play, to socialise, to try new things out and to let their imaginations run. And what they find of course is not that this puts these kids at a disadvantage, but that they learn with a greater appetite later on.

KERRY O'BRIEN: You've identified the syndrome you called the "cram school", which you say is flourishing all over the world, where small children are essentially drilled in the basics - maths, English and so on - to give them a competitive edge over other kids. What's your view on that?

KEN ROBINSON: This cramming thing is really worrying, I think, because it assumes that if our children follow the path we followed and that we know how that's going to work, all will come right for them. And the whole purpose really of the book I've written is to show that it won't, that we need to think differently.

But I'll give you - I mean, a good example of it. I live in Los Angeles. And not long after I arrived there, about eight years ago, I saw a policy paper which said - I think the title - well, I know it was. The title was 'College begins in kindergarten'. No it doesn't. I mean, if we had more time, I could go into this, but it doesn't. You know, kindergarten begins in kindergarten. You know, but - there was a friend of mine who once said he ran a great theatre company for kids. He said a three-year-old is not half a six-year-old. A six-year-old is not half a 12-year-old. They're three. You know, but in some parts of the world - I'm sure this is true in the big metropolitan centres in Australia, kids are being interviewed for kindergarten. I mean, what are they hoping to find out? What are they looking for at the interview? You know, evidence of infancy.

KERRY O'BRIEN: But at the floor of all of this is ambition, and behind the ambition is anxiety.

KEN ROBINSON: It is exactly that, yes. And I'm saying that the problem is it manifests itself very often in parents, in my view, pushing their kids in the wrong direction, pushing them against the grain of their talent, you know, because the assumption is we've got to keep them at the program, they've got to do conventional academic work, they've got to go to a good university, they've got to do a law degree. And presumably the assumption is once we've all got law degrees, the whole world will get back on its axis. But the truth is, people's lives are not linear like that. They develop much more organically. And many of the people I interviewed for the book - I'm sure it's been true of your life, you know, that people have got to where they have got by following their particular talents and interests and passions. And so what I'm arguing for is that at the heart of our education systems, of course we need high standards, of course we need to cover common ground, but instead of promoting conformity, we should be promoting diversity of talent.

KERRY O'BRIEN: There are also people who might be very successful in one field, and it might be in science, or it might be in business, but they also play piano on the side, or go home and thrash their guitar or something, or they paint. So it is possible for people to pursue what you might call a conventional education and pursue a conventional career, but at the same time indulge other creative aspects of their lives on the side.

KEN ROBINSON: Well I think the word indulge is interesting here.

KERRY O'BRIEN: Well, to them it's a hobby or it's an outlet or a release.

KEN ROBINSON: Yeah. But I don't think indulge is quite the right word for it because what we need to - for all of us we need to get is some sense of balance and proportion in the lives that we lead. You know, the - the analogy I always draw is people have become used to the idea now, and quite rightly, I hope we don't ever get too used to it - to the idea that there is a crisis in the world's natural resources. I mean, there is. It seems to me beyond dispute that there are some serious strains happening in the world's natural environment. But I think what this conversation is about is that there is a similar crisis in the world's human resources. That many people, in my experience, go through their whole lives doing work they're not very interested in, just bumping along because they happen to have wandered into it, with no great enthusiasm, waiting for the weekends. And, you know, much to the pleasure of the drug companies and the alcohol companies, you know, to keep them buoyant. But I also meet people who love what they do and couldn't imagine doing anything else. And you don't have to be Paul McCartney for that or to be a Nobel scientist. I meet people in all walks of life, you know, firemen, people who work in teaching, in every type of industry, every type of profession. And if you said to them, "Don't do that anymore," they would be outraged, "But I love this. This is what I want to do. This is who I am."

KERRY O'BRIEN: Assuming the core of what you say is true, how much responsibility should the corporate world take for the failures of the education systems that you're identifying? Are corporations also too narrow in their thinking about encouraging creativity, identifying talents and so on, because often governments will quote business as to why they should be strengthening those basic discipline of maths and science and so on.

KEN ROBINSON: Well I think this is the big irony, you know, that a lot of these restrictions on education are being forced on education by governments acting in what they believe to be the interests of the economy. You know, you say, "Well, why are we doing this?" "Well, because we have to be competitive." Well, if we know anything it's that the real driver of creativity and innovation is imagination and diversity, and those things are essential to competitiveness. You know, I mean, I live in the States, and the States - America is learning some hard lessons at the moment about the competition coming from the rest of the world, from Asia, from Europe. I'm from England originally, and I was saying this recently at an event in America, that if you had gone to the court of Queen Victoria in the middle of the 19th Century and said, "You know, by the way this empire on which the sun never sets will be over in the early part of the next century, like within 40 years," You'd have been laughed out of the building 'cause it seemed so improbable. You know, the country had the largest navy, military, economic engine, dominant language, colonialism. But it was all done within a generation pretty much. And the same I think is true of all of our countries. There's a constant rising and falling of merits and of advantage. So nobody has a secure place here. And it's particularly true in the economy. Some of the world's biggest corporations have failed in the past few years, and many more will go and some will emerge. A lot of our kids will be working in companies that haven't been invented yet in industries we haven't thought of. So, innovation isn't some soft-edged liberal idea, it's an essential economic imperative.

KERRY O'BRIEN: And the key to all of that is imagination and you're saying that our systems. as we know them, our education systems, are at least as much about suppressing imagination as they are about encouraging it.

KEN ROBINSON: Yes, and we could re-engineer that. We could revivify education we did this deliberately. And corporations have a big responsibility here because they need to stand up and start to say politically what I know they say to me all the time, which is we need people who can think differently. And if we get that message - if we get that connection between economic, personal and social development, then we will have the revolution that we've been waiting for.

KERRY O'BRIEN: Ken Robinson, we could go on, but that's where we'll have to leave it. Thanks very much for talking with us.

KEN ROBINSON: Thank you. It was a pleasure. Thank you.

i awake in hospital, my feet and hands are bandaged up. i have two intravenous feeds going into each arm. a nurse sits by my side, she looks happy to see me.
'mission you're awake.'
'where the fuck am i?'
'your in mona vale hospital, you were brought in saturday morning. five days ago.'
'am i dead?'
'no mission. your not. it was close though. you had a very bad infection through your body. everything okay now. you just need some time to heal and for your body to repair.'
'i recall being in a dream, the future, another place.'
'mmm, you are on a lot of morphine, that can sometimes effect dreams. makes them very vivid.'
'yeah vivid.'

so old captain mission is in hospital, well now discharged and enjoying being at home. the nurses come twice a day to change my dressings and bandages, they stick thermometers under my tongue and take my blood pressure. then they hook up an iv feed to my indoor plant and me and about 500 mls of antibiotic goes up my arm. i fade in and out of sleep, i read alister reynolds book. 'the house of suns' blows my mind. i can feel the atoms being repelled away from one another, traveling like a super collider shooting them in all directions, apart, its quite an experience. 'house of suns' is gigantic in scope, it's brilliant and satisfying.
then i start 'pushing ice' again reynolds takes you there, another amazing story this time closer to home, although as i turn the pages im traveling further and further away, he takes me into the unknown, he is space travel.

it was obvious that we were in the hands of some ulterior motive. the earth was now a distant blue spot in space, even the moon appeared distant as our familiar corner of the galaxy slipped away. there was little point in struggling with the situation, we were resigned to the arrival of a destination unknown and to a mystery.
'i calculate we are traveling close to the speed of light.'
'impossible'
'yes. i thought so to but then i thought you said we were on a case looking for a missing girl.'
'i'm sorry, i had no idea, everything seemed ligit. i guess there's not much we can do but wait.'
'mmm, i can think of something, just to pass time.' stella said with a sparkle in her eyes that matched the stars.

although time was dilating around us we must have travelled in that sphere for several hours before it started to decelerate. we were heading towards what looked like a small city on what we both saw was europa. saturn's rings on the east cut through space in a band of dust and rock, a purple cloud of atmosphere obscured the moons surface.
there was a slight tremor, then the vessel stopped.
a band of light entered as an opening appeared and there before us was a little girl and, her parents, my clients.

we walked into a small high ceilinged area where we were given a seat and offered food and wine. the mother took my hand as she sat opposite me.
'i'm sorry to have abducted you and your friend like this, but when you hear why you will understand.'
'yes an explanation would be appreciated.'
the mother spoke, soft and clear, her voice educated with wear and tear and time.
'the high levels existed for many hundreds of years, far above the lows, our society diverged in a totally different path, we had access to wealth and resources and the pursuit of material things began to appear mindless, we looked inwards at our culture and lives and began to ask the perennial philosophical questions. science and technology were redirected towards our endeavors and about 400 years ago we came to the conclusion that human beings were a failed experiment, we had spent 40000 years evolving very slowly towards annihilation and decadence, there was very little to be proud of. sure we had build these beautiful tall buildings but so had termites, we had created symphonies and cathedrals but these so had whales and one could say that nature is a cathedral made without hands. the beauty of a river or a lake as the sun rises, the numinous exists all round. yes humans were really not that wonderful our destructive natures outbalance the constructive side of ourselves, and like all species that reach an evolutionary dead end we were moving towards extinction. our birth rates declined, our endeavors in philosophy and religion stagnated and eventually we reached that state of decay, entropy.'
stella interjects, ' you paint such a bleak picture, why do you need a reason for anything, the animals don't need a reason they just are. your mistake is you think your better than the animals.'
she had a good point.
'we learnt quickly that we were facing the end of humanity.'
'what about us on the lower level. are we not human?'
she laughed, 'of course but you live on the scraps we throw down, if we die then you will follow, there's been no progress in the lower levels for 50 years what makes you think there ever will be.'
'just becuase there has been no progress does not mean it will never occur, after all one could apply the same rules to your level.'
'yes well we do.' she smiled and there was a moment for me to gaze around the strange room. it was bathed in soft light that came from no observable source, there were no windows or natural lighting, just a weird clinical feel to everything, the chairs we sat on were comfortable but functional, no style really, nothing, no traces of habitation. it were as if we sat in a waiting room.
'the upper levels have ascended. as you have.'
'ascended? what the fuck does that mean?'
another smile and then her words.
'it means you are dead.'

up there in the clouds, blue skies and natural light envelop us, we are mesmerized, a momentary vertigo takes hold. you must understand that after years on the surface we are overwhelmed by the experience. tears in our eyes.
the lift is a transparent sphere, it travels super fast until it gets to the beginning of the second level where it starts to slow down. we soak up the view, she's pointing at things on the ground, i can make out familiar streets and see plumes of smoke rising. it's filthy down there.
as we ascend we check our weapons. in all probability they will be removed from us as we enter the high levels.
the access portol of the lift is a domed building in the red light district, it is guarded by a force feild and the automated security is beyond understanding let alone explaination, the high levels technology is far more advanced than the low level, it's basically magick. we were given a hundred numerical algorithm that allowed us through the field into the sphere only the numbers were in a form of symbols, lucy's parents were going to meet us at the high level portal and give us the exit symbol. however we were now up in the atmosphere far above the surface, looking upwards i could only see clouds.
we exchanged a look, something was very wrong. we were leaving the earths atmosphere.
the sphere suddenly darkened and became opaque, there was a small screen shaped like a long rectangle and we stared in disbelief as the earth receeded in the distance. what the fuck!

i wander the city a monument to misery with all it's blood soaked history and conflicting power struggles and shattered dreams in downward spiral, the corporate nightmare in four dimensions, the junkies and the prostitute children, the mavericks and the resolute, the sinners and the saints the television queens and the kings of empires. here where the children are born grown up, the pennies trickle down from skyscrapers build from blood and this criminal elite with cameras on every corner of every street, monitoring suffering and sickness as they brain wash us with political beliefs and hope for the hopeless.
i blend with the shadow, merge with he dark, i'm neither here nor there, no one knows me, no one cares to ask, no body ever questioned a man who is not there. i have my resources my survival needs are few, i'm paid in cold cash for services that lay under the radar, i don't have an id that you could authenticate, i'm only found by those with the ability to locate, i'm not for public consumption or the market would collapse, my energy is lethal, i'm the psychic detective, you can call me mission.

i've lived to long amongst men, their corruption betrays like the stench of an ugly dog.
i'm forlorn with their behavior and contradictory ways, i'm aghast at the horror, just like kurtz, i'm adrift in my own madness, devoid of constructs imposed or propositioned, here in my own landscape there is no discrepancy, i am the purest anarchist, true only to myself and that is a lie.
i saw them struggle to build a society, a civilization we can be proud off, ha! instead we get this new babylonian testament to . where the corporation reflects the individual at his psychotic worst, the puncture through the mind set reeling the truth can only hurt. a place where every man scavenges around in competition with the rats.
this planet is ravaged by greed as its ancient wonders are plucked, the trees ripped from their fabric, the oceans plundered, the environment rebels and time slips faster towards the event horizon, while people are blinded by plasma tricks and microwave ovens and reality tv shows and newspaper lies. but the fools at the bottom drink their arena games and suck down amber fluids to numb the pain.

i read their minds like the pages of trashy novels, throwaway lives, dedicated to misery, the sadness weeps out from under the skin, like a cloud of gas escaping. old women with broken souls wander the streets pushing shopping trolleys with possessions and memories of a life they once had, while men drink in bars to forget something they can't recall. the ground level is where no sunlight gets in, dark and musty and avenues lined with decomposing corpses and scavengers. there's rats that roam in broad day light, some on their hind legs, some even speak, some are even bilingual.
why just last night when i was trawling the streets working a case i stumbled onto a vampyre sucking a midnight feast from some poor girl, he had already torn open her heart and was draining her dry, i could see her eyes flicker as she took her final breath, i could read her last thought, 'peace.' i could see her soul rise. the vampyre being fed and recognizing me stepped back into the darkness in fear. even children of the night fear me. for when your darkest thoughts are laid bare and exposed what else is left, the truth is an ugly beast kept hidden under masks, even the wretched fear exposure. their fatal flaws revealed, their shame known.

the case i was working on was tricky, a rich couple had tracked me down at the old library building. it was a standard missing persons case, their daughter an twelve year old, last seen on the upper levels of the city, where the affluent inhabit, they get natural sunlight up there, they get real food to, and the few times i've been up there i see the way they live, despising the lower level, a class structure built on hate. two extreme lifestyles, one living upon the blood sweat and tears of the other, just like every other place, to many people down ere in the squalor and a handful of people up there in society.

the girls name was lucy, it would be her birthday tomorrow, which meant i knew where to look for her.
the parents were frightened. they were nervous as my reputation was whispered in nefarious circles, they had managed to find me which is the reason i took the case. i needed some opium as well. they would give me a years supply which seemed a deal favored in my direction seeing as i knew where to look for lucy.

down ere amongst the low life, there are many communities, societies and cults. mostly unsavory. a particularly nasty one was the 'oblique sphere' an occult group who had a reputation of sacrificing virgins, particularly on the eve of their thirteenth birthday. when i was assigned to the dark crimes squad in the old days i came across their modus operandi but the cases were always unsolved because missing persons had become as blasé as jay walking and dark crimes were moving more into corporate and cyber crimes as resources dwindled. the idea of a police force was about as worthwhile as attempting to control the tide with a pencil. eventually the dark crimes squad just kinda dissipated into me and the secretary stacy and the chief who was not really human. one day i signed in and we all sat around drinking coffee pondering the futility of carrying on, it was agreed that all things considered it was best if we all cut our losses and walked away. that was seven years ago. history.

now i had about 14 hours to find young lucy, i had two places to go, one was above ground and one was under ground, i didn't want to waste time so i consulted the i ching.

i got FU. TURNING BACK
After a time of decay comes the turning point. The powerful light that has
been banished returns. There is movement, but it is not brought about by force.
The old is discarded and the new is introduced. Both measures accord with the time;
therefore no harm results. Societies of people sharing the same views are formed.
But since these groups come together in full public knowledge and are in harmony
with the time, all selfish separatist tendencies are excluded, and no mistake is
made. The idea of RETURN is based on the course of nature. The movement is cyclic,
and the course completes itself. Therefore it is not necessary to hasten anything
artificially. Everything comes of itself at the appointed time. This is the meaning
of heaven and earth.
the moving line read.

Six in the second place means:
Quiet return. Good fortune.

Return always calls for a decision and is an act of self-mastery. It is made
easier if a man is in good company. If he can bring himself to put aside pride
and follow the example of good men, good fortune results.

as usual it was ambiguous but my enhanced intuition understood it immediately, i was going up, but i would respect the moving line and find good company to assist. besides i was looking for a reason to call stella, we had unfinished business.

stella had a gig training people in combat, i found her at her makeshift office, she had her head buried in something, her hands clasping a few precision instruments and a spot light attached to her head, she was playing with a new gun.
'it's a pulse gun, evaporates you from the inside, i'm calibrating it, very delicate job let me tell you.' her head stayed focused on task.
'i need your services stella, i'll pay you cash upfront.'
'oh yeah, if i had a dollar for every guy that said that.'
'stella, it's a case. oblique sphere.'
that got her attention.

we were drinking whiskey in her office, a small room crammed with weapons and old magazines of exotic holidays in tropical places.
'you planning a trip.'
'i always wanted a place in he sun, you know the real sun.'
'yeah, every one wants a place in the sun stella.'
stella drinks her whiskey like a man.
'i'm going to get out of this shit hole one way or another, its only a matter of time.'
we reminisce a bit, she gets sentimental when we talk about the cases we solved, she likes going over her kills. half a bottle later she's agreed to go up level with me. up level, the heights where the elite live is more dangerous than down here. up there you can't see your enemy coming.

rained for forty years and forty days and nights, shopping malls submerged, the only thing entering them were the schools of fish, swimming down the isles of target and woolworth, the 7-11 inhabited by a family of crustaceans. i was living in my apartment on the 40th floor, we had quite a good space, some good tunes, some excellent reading materials and heaps of food we had stolen form a drifting ocean liner. sometimes my wife would throw a line out, over the balcony and catch a fish. i'd sometimes go out trading some thing for some grass. i liked my little luxuries.
news was scarce, trickles of information came to us, none was confirmed but eventually we gave up being interested. who cares that england and europe was underwater, who cared that the americas was un-populated due to some weird virus, who cared that the armies were attempting to restore order, we had our little community, me, the wife, some people across the hall and the few survivors holed up in their skyscrapers downtown. occasionally we would get together on the roof of the Haliburton corp building and have a party, drink some wines, smoke a joint and fish.
more often than not i spent days reading and cooking with athena. we would watch old dvds on the plasma and entertain ourselves with various games. i traded a box of canned beef for a beautiful 9mm. we had a cache of arms and strange weapons we had found in an underwater military base. athena and i tested most of them but they were a new breed of experimental weapons, intelligent weapons, it was nice to have a gun that didn't talk back. the 9mm became my fave. i took it everywhere.
nights we never went out, never left the apartment. it was to dangerous, nothing was illuminated, when it stopped raining though it was a full moon and we wandered out to the balcony to look at the water surface, and the strange scene of still glass like surface reflecting a gigantic moon. it was the first time we had ever known it not to rain.

i'm drifting through work like a cobra, my energy is high as i pass through the fire of stupidity, all around me petty little egos and wars, people clambering up the ladder of corporation, squabbling with their peers over morsels and crumbs, chowing down on the carcasses of those that just get on with it. it's a game for the insecure and desperate.
i breath in toxic fumes, lungs burn, eyes water, i sit at the keyboard and do what needs to be done, this space ship is directed towards the sun. people don't know what i am doing, they moan and complain about my navigation skills, they look for the weak link and they attempt to destroy me with their claims and judgments but i have no weakness, i have no fear i have no need to prove or disprove, i am guided by things i cannot explain, driven to write, compulsion to describe in metaphor and language of the sphere and pentagram.
i meet with jake in a small coffee shop. he's motivated to go overseas, we make a loose plan, it's all coming together, all tangents converging. everything is on track no matter what events confound me, there is a plan, it's impossible to know, like the flea cannot know the dog or the world it exists within. i am blessed/cursed with a loophole, a software glitch, a peephole, a rift in my psychic filters, i am shown the patterns, i am shown the schematics and directed through dreams and conversations with these forces. i don't understand all of these things, i know i can create changes in my reality, i can effect what i wish for but my wishes are strangely simple, now i am older, wiser my desire is simple and driven by simplicity and elegance.
i've had everything and it didn't really feed me in a nourishing way, only writing reading and watching my son in the world gives me satisfaction. the rest is maya, all. my memes are exorcized and i am free from entrapment most of the time, but occasionally i slip and fail. this is all good, humility is the key to power.
i now have a few days off.

i finish the book 'perfect circle' a story about a giant sphere buried under the jungles of the congo, discovered by a mining company. the premise is good, hard sci fi but it slips into soap opera and the soap opera slips into some kinda political rant and then in a few short pages we are into the mystical environmental and indigenous and then a little action and sci fi and then some more mystical all wrapped up in a terrible cataclysm. although a great idea the book was extremely unrewarding.

text message conversation

hello my captain i have returned.
excellent. who is this?
it is destiny?
ah i always wanted a date with destiny?
meet me at the coffee shop.
okay destiny's childe see ya soon.

yes the high priestess is back. looking somewhat traumatized and under the weather but she is here. she told me about her year surrendering to the forces of fate, living in big houses with luxury, cars and teepees. she spoke of relationships souring, illness and suffering. she had a sad look in her eyes, a desolation. broken.
all good, humility is a painful lesson. i fix her with some truths. she asks after my life.
i speak of my families visits, my own curses and tribulations. time waits for no one i say unless you are a time traveller.
i have entered a short story competition, i expect i will come last due to the style and content, the northern beaches community like their fiction safe and family orientated. i'll post the story here later, after the competition.
i have a day off, i'm feeling tired and run down, i need to detox and focus on my health plan, exercise regime, yoga and walking.
i have stuff to read about ssl certificates, songs to write, calls to make, people to see.

my mother and father left these shores, flew back to their european home. it's strange for me, i feel empty, sad and alone but at the same time any longer and i would have lost my temper and started screaming at my mother who is a loud, self righteous, dominating, rude and emotionally unbalanced person. she is extremely damaging for me and terribly difficult to spend time with. despite all that i love her madly.
everything i say or do is immediately compared to my brother, every comment i make is negated to the point i am not listened to at all. it's painful. she will do this in front of people and irrespective of how dumb it would sound. here's an example.

i was waiting in bondi with my father, my mother and martin and his girlfriend had been walking. when they arrived we all had a coffee and was joined by one of martins friend. she had been on a boring date and was debriefing with us. i wasn't listening to the conversation but i did hear her mentioned if we had seen any good movies. i said star trek, to which my mother butted in and said, 'don't be stupid, we are having a proper conversation about culture and you mention some childish science fiction film for children.'
she then ignores me and leaves me speechless. in my head i am thinking,

star trek, written in the 60's dealing with the political zeiglist in a science fiction frame work, the first tv show to have a black woman as a main character and officer, a multi cultural crew, exploring space, coming to terms with issues like racism, alienation, identity and sexuality. each episode a moral dilemma, and a dichotomy between emotion and logic. yeah no cultural significance at all.

my father a quiet gentle soul is easy to get on with and nowhere near as stressful as mum. i wish he could have stayed and mum gone back.

almost finished reading eric garcia's new book repossession mambo, a brilliant dystopian novel set in the near future we can all recognize is around the corner. it follows the autobiography of an organ repro man who hunts and is now hunted for the return of organs people have failed to make payments on. what makes this such a great book is the actual writing, it's fast paced but very literate, almost candlereque. the story is excellent and immediately you in sympathy with what first appears to be an ugly man in an ugly time. there's some great descriptions of the job, the various tangents these repro men follow and the lifestyle they lead, but the novel comes to a brilliant conclusion as the repro man becomes the hunted. it's a clique i know but it's execution is well done and eloquent, there's some great writing here and i think you would enjoy it.

new star trek film is brilliant.
i loved the way it looks, great characters, story, acting and sense of something that pays homage yet remains fresh. james tiberius kirk is born again.

oh modern life escapes me, although i like it's trappings i despise speed cameras, i enjoy ice cream but loathe burgers are us, i detest the idea of digging up poor earth and raping her resources but i enjoy my ancient architectures and monolithically temples. i hate television with it's endless opinions and collective dumbing down but i love the simpsons, see i'm trapped in a feedback loop that will forever deliver a null void, an equilibrium of stagnating nothingness, it's time to hitch a ride with the aliens baby, get me a new tattoo, take some plant life and dance naked with tigers and unicorns, even my dreams are coming to haunt me. i feel like i'm changing rapidly from wolf to bat, those vampyre films have cast a spell upon me, i look at necklines and jugulars, i'm looking to move into a very large castle upon a desolate mountain peak, looking down on a nervous town. i see dumb people. i see the world and where it is going on it's strange trajectory, it's orbit hijacked by buffoons and idiots, spending our children's future investing in their own meaningless bullshit dreams of humanity trapped in amber where it freezes from moment to moment, laughing clowns staring down upon us, pulling strings that have strings, and who pulls theirs but other mad gods, poets, artists and dreamers, and who is the dreamer and who is a dream. see if i was the king like obamarama, i'd be declaring the day finished and the night begun, we would party like it's 1999 err 2999 and explode our minds bending evolution every which way, letting the dust settle and then work out where we really wanna go. ending the rise of domination, the fear of submission, it's time to be a god, pull our own strings, don't you get it man. you are free. its the mind that traps us, carving reality up into isms and ologies, my god is better than yours, think i really give a fuck about who has the better god. nope i just want to be free. don't you?
but the double edged swordfish trombone is the mind plays tricks on itself, one moment you think you are free and then your not because your thinking you are. it's gotta be blown apart every now and then, just to re enforce and remind you. clear out the cobwebs, santa claus is coming to town.
he's got an uzi in one hand and a stimulating package in the other, trees and plant life are poised, the animal kingdom is watching with it's hundred million eyes, the insect world lurks in corners and cracks, transmitting signals and coded dance, while the human being is asleep at the wheel.

i saw a wonderful movie, it was on at 2am starred david niven.
it starts with a voice over which i guess is god, he's giving us a guided tour of the universe, we come to the spiral galaxy, and the arm where our solar system rests and then there is earth, we travel above the clouds and as gods voice fades out we can here the roar of an aircraft and david niven talking and he says, ' plato, socrates, jesus and buddha, why didn't we listen to you with your peaceful harmony ...' then we see david is in a plane that is on fire, it is plunging to earth and around him is some crew shot and dead. david is on the radio talking to a pretty girl at mission control, he's talking calmly and keeping a stiff upper lip, we find out he gave his parachute to a crew member, his plane plunges faster to the sea. the girl is seduced by him as he asks her where she lives, she is crying. meanwhile up in heaven air-force people collect their wings and davids crew await david. but he fails to turn up. so they report to the head angel. they do a calculation, an audit and yes one person is missing.
david is washed up on the beach, he thinks he is in heaven as a dog runs towards him. there's a sign that says 'keep off the grass' he's a bit bewildered as he approaches a young boy playing on the beach. he finds out he's alive and walks to the base, on his way he sees the girl he was talking to cycling home. inevitably they fall in love. but heaven is unhappy they slipped up, so they dispatch a french angel to notify david. david of course thinks he is hallucinating. the girl informs the psychiatrist and they run a few sessions, for every-time the angel visits david he gets a very bad migraine.
anyways davids case is allowed to be heard in the form of a trial, so now there's a trail in heaven where david has to make a case to remain alive. of course love prevails and its a wonderful happy ending.
very dated and some what olde fashioned but wow i love a good romance.

Amazing Plants - The best bloopers are a click away

wandering around the botanical gardens today, i'm amazed, this is my favorite part of the city, in 21 years i have never been there. it's the most perfect place, with signs saying you can walk on the grass, you can interact with the animals, you can enjoy the beauty and nature. i wandered for hours, just like i was back in eden cavorting with the wildlife, friendly birds, hanging bats, a bright electric train whizzing along the path carring snapping tourists and the old, there were people lounging on the grass reading books in the sun, lovers hold hands and joggers race around in their strange uniform plugged into invisible music. it's nirvarna.
i'm walking passed some tall lillies that carry a tall purple flower, they tower above my head just like lucy in the sky is alive and well. the opera house majestically awaits around the corner some what like a half bloomed flower itself.

we smoked hash known in certain circles as 'nepalese temple' it came in spheres as big as a grown mans fist. we played a vinyl record on a beaten up turntable, some dubby trance type beat rattled out from ancient speakers. i rolled a large joint with four rizzla papers while we talked about something literate, i can't recall the details, maybe a new book, maybe a new theory in physics. a white skinned woman in a sari made us tea and brought us biscuits on a silver tray. she sat on the arm of my chair and i could smell her perfume wafting in my direction. i passed her the joint and offered a light. she inhaled deeply and passed it back.
the thing with 'temple' is it's so strong once you have a hit, you can't really move for a few hours, so i sat there on the chair with this girl stroking my hair as my body fell numb and my eyes sunk into their sockets. i was loosing myself in the pattern on the sari. the music started to throb, my eyes closed and open at the same time, lost in a haze of smoke i sunk into some sort of dream.

it was hot, i may have been standing in a desert or on a beach. i was wearing my bathing suit, a nice turquoise pair of shorts. i was wearing a very expensive pair of sunglasses, in my hands was a smoking gun and about 50 yards in front of me was a dead body laying sprawled across the sand. i looked around, yeah there was the water, i was on a beach, no one else in sight, a couple of birds. i walked over to the body, looking around nervously.
the man was wearing a suit, he looked in his 40's wealthy by the cut of his suit, his shirt was covered in blood, i'd hit him in the chest, just above the heart. i reached into his pocket and my hand found a wallet. it took me a few seconds o find his id. his name was captain mission, he was dead. i closed his eyes as a gesture of respect, his lids felt warm. they opened. i fell backwards, he had my foot with his hand, while his other wrapped itself around my throat. it was squeezing tight, i looked for something to defend myself with then i realized i held the gun. i saw a glint of metal as i directed it his hands were getting tighter, i could not breath, my lungs started to burn. for some strange reason i couldn't instruct my finger to pull the trigger.

i'm back in the room with the nice smelling girl in the sari, she's moaning next to me, her hand is massaging my head, her eyes are closed and she looks lost in some ecstatic trance. the music is still pumping out the speakers, weird base lines snake their way down the corridors. i can hear a trumpet. my eyes can't seem to open, but i can see. i can see the past sprawled out like a surgeons blade, i can see the present a forever now, and the future. the future is nepalese.

i'm hacking my way through a jungle, it's tropical hot, a cross between a sauna and a dense overgrown foliage, the plant life is huge, strange bright flowers and massive tree trunks, my machete gleams with the clear precision of death. i drop it, disgusted at these weapons i find myself with. immediately a vine wraps itself around my neck, my fingers prey it loose and then i'm pulled down on my knees as vines grab my legs, one winds it way around my wrist and i find my self stretched out, each limb pulled apart by these strange flora and fauna. a bright yellow and purple flower reveals itself and i can see it opening, it's petals revealing a long stamen and pods of what could be pollen. it is huge, the size of my head. it starts to release a strange sweet smelling odor and i loose all sense of my body, submerged by it's subtle anesthetic. the girl with the sari smiles at me, her lips pout as she kisses mine. the scenes merge, blending, she is a flower, radiant and narcotic offering bliss and something else.

the temple stands before me, a golden structure not built by any human architecture, not built by hand. i walk up its path towards the vast entrance, two golden gates. i pass them convinced im being watched, i'm sure i can hear mandolins, maybe a harp. sweet sounds. angels maybe.
inside the temple i i am told by a voice i can have any answer to any question and i should consider my question wisely. i don't know where the voice came from, it's blended into the music, blended into the walls, mixed up with the angels. above me golden light, no ceilings, no walls, just a bath of light, a fire that does mot burn.
the question is the same one you would ask.
the answer comes clear and unambiguously, 'to reunite.'
i consider this, the universe is the reflection of god, a god separated from itself. perhaps gods partner exists in all living things and that they can only be united by acts of love.
this is the meaning of life. beyond ideology, to love and life lovingly. it's strangely simple and perfect for that longing, that need, that pain and anger the terrible sadness is separation.

i'm awake, returned from my journeys, kissing the beautiful girl in the sari, the music has stopped but i hear her breathing, and i feel her breath on my face, she smells of flowers and nature, we kiss and she tastes of life.

a young boy and his family are moved from berlin to the country where his father has a new job, overseeing the gassing of jews in the country. the boy asks questions and begins his own investigation into the farm where the pajama clad people work, his enquiries lead him to see a propaganda film where the residents are enjoying dancing, sports and culture, sometimes they go to the cafe where they eat cakes and drink tea. the boy sneaks out of the house, he meets another boy on the other side of the fence, a jew. they become friends. the story is 'the boy in stripped pajamas.'
the film is excellent although in reality all children were killed before they were in camps. never mind, its a great film, stunning. the audience was silent and remained in their seats long after the film finished. i usually avoid these types of films but this was exceptionally well made and acted.

hanging out in bondi with my folks, we wander through the streets gazing in windows at trinkets and cafe's and resturants, my dad hobbles about on his stick, my mother talks loudly and interferes with my equilabrium, these old patterns regenerate but i'm more aware, more concious of how to change them and respond appropriately. i offer a drive to the blue mountains to escape the trappings of bondi, everyone acknowledges this would be a good move, even my brother travels with us. i'm driving slowley my car not used to the full capacity, sluggish and without it's usual power. it's a beautiful day, the roads are empty and driving is a pleasure. we pull into katoomba and head for the pub. i'm the only non drinker in the pack although i do appreciate a pint of guinness occasionally. the claridon is an amazing place, high ceilings and nice velvet lounges, it's a very english structure with many rooms, even a library for guests. later we wander down the street looking at all the shops, dad enjoying the crystals and specialist displays. i show him some moldovite which originates from russia, it has a green colour and looks how i imagine kryptonite would look if it were real.
the three sisters are massive rock structures, getting progressively smaller set in the most beautiful landscape you can imagine, almost like the grand canyon but with trees and an abundance of life. we potter around like tourists and soak in the nature. i'm always amazed at how times arrow plays out amongst rock formations, geology is a good way to get perspective.
on the way home i stop in china town and we grab some food, it starts to rain heavily so we jump into the movie theatre and dad and i see 'wolverine' while mum and martin see 'the boy in stripped pjs'. wolverine is good but given what martin and mum experienced they obviously c hose the better film. martin said it was the best film he had ever seen. it's late when we arrive back home.

the next day i attend mind body and spirit and im not that impressed, it's all so corporate and exploitative, the only thing that really blows my mind is a vibrating machine demonstrated y a gorgeous girl from new zealand. there is a big tee pee on display but it's flap is down and i can't go inside and sit.
my friend lilly has multiple healings and prayers. i get some weird shit from the happy high stand. i chat about cacti with some girl from england. i meet several people i have not seen in months and just as i am about to leave a stand i recognize, 'freedom potentials' who really do deliver the goods, great people great organization and it's really quite wonderful to reconnect.

the following day jake arrives and we all go out for a beautiful dinner with martins girlfriend, the conversation gets strained when i start to talk about some of the positive aspects of scientology, martin immediately starts to tell me to 'shut up' dad starts to say scientology is crap as it's all about aliens, and mum starts caring on about how terrible it is. i attempt to say that some of it actually makes sense and they should not just slag something off because they don't understand it, i want to explain the psychology of energy fields that they use as these are very good mental techniques but again martin starts to tell me to stop talking about it. i figure that i will talk to jake about it on the way home.

here some of my families patterns crop up again, the usual ones that even jake sees with slight objectivity, this is why i couldn't live close by, some f these patterns are so entrenched a course in scientology may just be what my family need.

sunday night monday morning, i drive across the city with jake, we talk about memes, religions, cosmic stuff, he makes a lot of sense. i'm proud of him.

after about three hours sleep i'm on my way to parramatta with the millionaire who is buying gold prospecting equipment. he buys about 3000 bucks worth of stuff and plans to go prospecting. i wander around the second hand book shops looking for interesting stuff but finding nothing.

justin watched the sky turn red, fragments of hollow memories flooded his mind lingering long enough for him to name them and then they faded back towards something else less lucid, more etheric and part of something greater. carefully he pulled out a spanner and made some adjustments to the quantum engine on his time machine. of all the places to end up this place was the most remote. the furthest from where he had come.
above him clouds started to roll in as the sky darkened itself.
invisible angels payed mandolins.
he could see where the displacement had occurred. it was an awkward fix, intricate. he didn’t want to loose his hand or any fingers this time. he needed to compose himself, take a deep breathe and focus his mind but at the moment he was distracted by the terrible roar as the landscape shifted around him, it’s uncertain geology reformatting itself. the last rays of sunlight glinted upon the metallic surface, twin moons rose in the eastern sky, starts shot through making strange patterns, constellations moved rapidly across the howling of time, the whisper of the past, the looming present and the forever now.
justin was protected within the energy field, he could breath and sustain his normal functions for at least until the engine totally failed, after that he would age at a tremendous rate, his body would reach entropy in a matter of seconds until it caught up with the environment and natures flow. he could fix it, he knew he could but he was tired, his eyes strained and he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think clearly. there was an awful ringing in his ears, something irritating, like discordant bells ringing through distortion.
forms and their long shadows moved past the bubble, beings of some kind, maybe human, maybe something beyond humanity. it had been a long journey; he was still travelling and wouldn’t be able to stop until he fixed the q- engine.
after waiting for a while he thought to try again, his hand steaded itself as it plunged into the field, the spanner finding its way with its own certainty. justin was an accomplished mechanic, he had built time machines since he was 17. but there was a zen art to these type of mechanics, it was both physical and mental, the two dimensions linked both influencing the other.
as he made his adjustments he thought back to his first journey back on his mothers farm, how he’d spent two years working on the theoretical aspects and 6 months building the device in the old barn. he’d used scraps from university lab and parts from the old aero industry complex on the outskirts of town. his mother left him alone most of the time but occasionally brought him hot chocolate to drink and cupcakes she had baked, she would never disturb him, just set them down in a tray on his cluttered bench. the smell would eventually attract his attention.
that first time, his first jump, he set the chronograph, 5 years, a small hop into the past, just before his father died. that was the only reason he built the machine in the first place, so that he could see his father again.
and now here he was, so far forwards in time there were no dates on the chronograph.
something must have gone wrong when he set off, some miscalculation, an error in his equations perhaps.
not once did he even contemplate travelling this far forwards.
it’s strange how it work’s, you can travel forwards while thinking back, but the internal time machine of memory also has it’s own built in frailties, it’s discrepancies and weaknesses.
he wished his father was with him, he should have stayed in the past, its charted territory, its well navigated terrain and familiar traits. that’s what he should be doing, but curiosity about the future was also overwhelming, like a strange gravity it had pulled him forwards, and was pulling him faster forwards like a vortex stretched out, times awful arrow moving closer to it’s target.

he watched his father from a distance; he was working at his desk, the same one justin uses now. he was designing something, it looked like some kind of windmill, but it had large solar sails at either end. the sails rotated in opposite directions, it was designed for space travel. justin recalled this was his father’s final project, before the heart attack. he had found him slumped over his work, steam still rising from his tea cup, a half eaten biscuit by its side. that was a terrible moment, the loss, the helplessness, the things left unsaid, all combined into a bottomless hole that he had carried in his solar plexus for many years, until he started to apply himself to the equations and theorize a potential solution.
although people considered time travel a possibility it was common knowledge and accepted in physicist circles that one cannot travel backwards before the invention of the machine itself, lest we have knowledge of travellers from the future. but justin had thought differently, he considered time in terms of fractals, each moment containing all moments, he called this p for potentiality. incorporating p into his calculations it would be possible to travel back further than standard physics deemed plausible.
his will was driven, his mind and heart focused on seeing his father one more time.
and there he was, looking at his dad, looking once more at his dads’ strangely slow animation, his careful consideration as he designed space sails. he could see the concentration upon his dads face, he looked at peace, a feeling justin himself understood can only be found through absorption in ones work.
justin wanted to reach out beyond the field but knew he couldn’t, the laws of time travel were as certain as the laws of gravity. thinking about that moment he felt tears well up in his eyes. fighting them back, he refocused on the quantum engine, the mechanism seemed reset. the anomaly corrected. he looked around as the environment seemed to come to a standstill, the light frozen, the shadows still.
and outside perfection lay waiting. the universe had evolved beyond humanity, beyond life and death. outside lay peace.

hanging out with mum and dad i been kinda feeling strange about them, us and it. was i a good son, probably not, did i make them proud, err possibly not, did i reward them their sufferings, err definitely not. i high tailed it out of london before i could even vote, i hated england, the whole history boiled in my bones, it's empire, it's hypocrisy and it's class structures, it's defeatism. i did like the punk years but now i hear the clash in my supermarket piped through tinny speakers i just feel; depressed. europe called, america, north america and asia, and any thing that reminded me of my past was forgotten, including my parents. instead i think i broke the commandments, not all of them, i've yet to kill someone and i never covert a neighbors wife, in fact i can't even recall the commandments but i do recall rejecting the idea that some invisible being control my behavior and thoughts and destiny.



people ask me about my hostility to radical islam, it's strange that i even have to justify it, i'm hostile to radical judaism, christianity and buddhism as well, equally but it's an aggressive meme with a virulent nature towards other meeker memes. i want the meek to inherit the earth. my son is gay, i am a jew, whatever that means,, i take drugs, listen to a band called the church, enjoy sex, my best friend is a lesbian, i like technology, i'm not very pc, i don't have a problem with what anyone else wants to do as long as they respect my right to do what i want. is that wrong? so bottom line is any religious or political ideology that wants to infringe it's control upon freedom is a problem to me. i don't really like the government, the tax office or the rta either come to think of it.
anyways, it's just my point of view and what do i know, only what i know. it means nothing in cosmic terms. but i'm sure i am a cock and a coward and it pains me that im lodged in someones head irritating them, i never set out to irritate anyone, my blog is basically a canvas where i sit and write strange things that enter my head, some of it weird and descriptive, some stupid and silly, some political and controversial and some esoteric but i acknowledge there's a lot of crap to, it's not meant to be a serious romp through my consciousness, its just my strange expression. i give names to things that remain un named, i look for meaning where meaning is unclear, i make comments on coconuts with ill intent, i find some beauty in the elements and some chaos in humanity, sometimes i find beauty in humanity and chaos in the elements, i'm no saint, i'm no angel, i'm just a fool (not an idiot, but then again..) attempting to take one step forward as i take two steps back. don't pay me no mind, i'm a glitch and somewhere in my program i'm not even really ment to be here. peace.

i think about my fathers frailness, he was a strong independent man, now he requires a walking stick, his hearing is going (mine to) i am constantly explaining and repeating things, he seems happy just to read all day rather than explore the environment, he is interested in angelic communication and appears happy that i have an interest in enochian. he always had a head for mystery and loved that side of his family, one i rejected but found as i got older was making it's presence felt in some way, maybe it's in me genes.

i want to tell my family i love them all but i am enslaved by that strange autistic trait that never allows me to get close to anyone, anyone, it's painfully difficult for me, it's like a terrible curse some one placed upon me, yet it's there in my heart. i'm scared of loosing my dad. it's really killing me.