I talk about and discuss minimizing the objectifying of women in this world, yet I go spend $10.50 to watch Entourage and enjoy the show. I watch porn. Not super exploitation forced blow job stuff (does that make it better?) but I do watch it. I get off to a pretty face, tits, ass, and vagina. I check out the women with the great breasts in the low cut blouses, the women with that ass in the yoga pants, the feminine beauties in the sun dresses (does it make it better that they know what they are doing?)
I am a hypocrite.
I talk about and discuss the crimes occurring in Indonesia, yet I am rocking dope Jordans on the regular.
This is going to be a bit of a disjointed rando blog. Just letting you know now.
First of all:
Been listening to Beyonce's recent album. Love it. Great for drinking absurd amounts of coffee, cleaning up around the house and dancing ecstatically. Problem is, it is tough to top that high man. Been trying to recreate it for a few days now but coming off a juice cleanse not having coffee for a week and going on a caffeine, dancing, Yonce', cleaning house bender, life just does not seem worth living anymore...
SAUNAS!
Scandis!
Where you guys at. I have been trying to up my sauna game and it is lacking. Or maybe I am overcomplicating things. I just think of like a natural sauna in Finland or one of those sauna houses out in the country in Sweden and think, "Man! Those guys know how to sauna! I gotta travel over there and spend a few weeks just learning how to sauna!" Basically, I just went to the gym. Sat in the sauna with some gym bros for like 15 min. then I got out and took a shower and then went home. I felt amazing but it was way too cold outside and I was still super hot. Any tips, tricks, insights? I gotta up this sauna game to a respectable level.
Sometimes I just need some Nietzsche in my life: that crazy, brilliant, bi-polar, psychotic, sick, son of a bitch. I was feeling the love, strength, and hope and felt like sharing from the heart. Nietzsche's heart to my heart to your heart:
Of Reading and Writing
Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.
It is not an easy thing to understand unfamiliar blood: I hate the reading idler.
He who knows the reader, does nothing further for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.
That everyone can learn to read will ruin in the long run not only writing, but thinking too.
Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.
He who writes in blood and aphorisms does not want to be read, he wants to be learned by the heart.
In the mountains the shortest route is from peak to peak, but for that you must have long legs. Aphorisms should be peaks, and those to whom they are spoken should be big and tall of stature.
The air thin and pure, danger near, and the spirit full of joyful wickedness: these things suit one another.
I want hobgoblins around me, for I am courageous. Courage that scares away phantoms makes hobgoblins for itself - courage wants to laugh.
I no longer feel as you do: this cloud which I see under me, this blackness and heaviness at which I laugh - precisely this is your thunder-cloud.
You look up when you desire to be exalted. And I look down, because I am exalted.
Who among you can at the same time laugh and be exalted?
He who climbs upon the highest mountains laughs at tragedies, real or imaginary.
Untroubled, scornful, outrageous - that is how wisdom wants us to be: she is a woman and never loves anyone but a warrior.
You tell me: "Life is hard to bear." But if it were otherwise why should you have your pride in the morning and your resignations in the evening?
Life is hard to bear: but do not pretend to be so tender! We are all of us pretty fine asses and assesses of burden!
What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it?
It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
There is always a certain madness in love. But also there is always a certain method in madness.
And to me too, who love life, it seems that butterflies and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them among men, know most about happiness.
To see these light, foolish, dainty, affecting little souls flutter about - that moves Zarathustra to tears and to song.
I should believe only in a God who understood how to dance.
And when I beheld my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: it was the Spirit of Gravity - through him all things are ruined.
One does not kill by anger but by laughter. Come, let us kill the Spirit of Gravity!
I have learned to walk: since then I have run. I have learned to fly: since then I do not have to be pushed in order to move.
Now I am nimble, now I fly, now I see myself under myself, now a god dances within me.
Thus spoke Zarathustra
Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Frederich Nietzsche, pp. 67-69
I understand how bitcoin works but I had never had carried any currency there... until now. I have decided to practice what I preach and be an engaged + active user of bitcoin. I am not too concerned about it as an investment in money but rather an investment in knowledge. My position is that bitcoin is a more ethical currency and better system than currently exists and would like to figure it out.
So, unless the governments and corrupt centralized institutions of power have completely taken it over and/or it is tank city at this point:
How does one exactly go about getting started? Insights? Advice?
If there are any natural French communicators out there who are willing to help me with some translation: Mostly dealing with Sartre, poetry, and french language and style please let me know here or pm.
I have been meaning to write some things about the voids of existence that emerge. The pain. The realization that comes and goes and comes back again that we are but tiny specks of consciousness in an infinite universe of nothingness and chaos.
"Champagne for the pain"
The first time I heard this was Jay Z or Kanye West? Perhaps earlier but most prominently in a song that does not immediately pop into my head from their Watch the Throne album (which I am a huge fan). Jay Z: "Champagne for the pain... High for the low."
I lived by those words for a long time. With what I know now they have the potential to be a bit damaging and misleading at least for me. Basically, just writing a disclaimer on that advice that there are usually better, more healthy, more sustainable ways to heal "the pain" than drugs and alcohol.
Fastforward:
I actually went back and found the song:
"Welcome to the Jungle"
...
[Jay-Z]
"My uncle died, my daddy did too
Paralyzed by the pain, I can barely move
My nephew gone, my heart is torn
Sometimes I look to the sky, ask why I was born
My faith in God, every day is hard
Every night is worse, that's why I pray so hard
[Kanye West]
Why I pray so hard, this is crazy God
Just when I thought I had everything, I lost it all
So que sera', get a case of Syrah
Let it chase the pain, before it goes too far
[Jay-Z]
My dreams is big, reality set in
Let off a clip from an automatic weapon
Through shots in the door, it died in Vegas
Though it fought so hard, I knew it wouldn't make it
I'm a tortured soul, I live in disguise
Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5
I dided in my sleep, I'm still Big Pimpin'
I ball at the mall, beginning of the ending
Where the fuck is the sun? It's been a while
Momma, look at ya son, what happened to my smile?
My tears is tatted, my rag in my pocket
I'm just looking for love, I know somebody got it
[bold]Champagne for the pain, weed for the low[/bold]
Goddamn I'm so high, where the fuck did I go
etc.
I found it interesting on going back and listening to it my perception now is that Jay is actually speaking his truth on the fact that drugs and alcohol do not actually fill any voids or actually heal any pain and was just plainly speaking on where he was at at some lower points.
Putting my own spin on it that is where I am at. Champagne for the pain, weed for the low are occupations. They are a way to fill time and avoid pain but a lot of the time it is just delaying healing and development. Drugs and alcohol are simply occupations, drugs, medications with positives and negatives that should be used with personal best discretion. Buyer beware. etc.
Going back to Jay for a second though I am just a really huge fan. He talks about how his music is a Rorschach test. My original interpretation of the line in times where I abused alcohol and drugs it is easy to get caught up in the boastful, bravado, glamourous nature of the Watch the Throne album and glorify the champagne for the pain, weed for the low, YOLO nature of that album and pop culture in general but of course, Jay laces it with entendres and 2, 3, 4 sides to the story.
I would put his Reasonable Doubt and Blueprint Album up there with any existential poetry, literature, philosophy works in existence.
Earlier in that album on the first track Kanye finishes the song with:
When we die the money we can't keep
But we probably spend it all cause the pain ain't cheap: preach
I would take it a step further in saying time and freedom is a more important asset than money but money is certainly up there and can buy time and freedom.
So, how do we spend our time, freedom, and money?
How do we fill the void and heal the pains of the world?
People have been asking these questions and searching for answers for years. I will just say that for me being part of a group, a community, a tribe and sharing my thoughts and learning from other people and engaging in discussion seems to work for me so that is one of the reasons I continue to post on LP. Thank You.
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I will leave everyone with some quotes that I recently came across and found thought provoking and inspiring.
"All neurosis stems from mans' attempt to escape life's legitimate sufferings." - Carl Jung
"(one lost everything in the death camps except) the last of the human freedoms, to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances" - Viktor Frankl (Austrian Holocaust survivor and psychologist)
a little later, a little earlier,
that you discover, without surprise,
that something is wrong...
That you do not know how to live and that you never will know.
You sleep, you walk, you continue to live,
like a laboratory rat abandoned in its maze by some absent-minded scientist.
But rats do not spend hours trying to get to sleep.
Rats do not wake up with a start, gripped by panic, bathed in sweat.
Rats do not dream and what can you do to protect yourself against your dreams?
Time, which sees to everything, has provided the solution, despite yourself.
Time, that knows the answer, has continued to flow.
You are afraid,
you are waiting. - Narrator (The Man Who Sleeps)
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