July 3rd, 2017

3 Things

Episode 14: All About Food!

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Malcolm talks about food trends, Gabe talks about his troubled history with food, and Adam talks about Roger Ebert’s cookbook this week on 3 Things. Is food an artform? What is “skin egg”? Did you know Roger Ebert used to bring a rice cooker with him to film festivals and cook up his favorite dishes in the pot while watching foreign dramas before his many unfortunate surgeries? Enjoy!

 


July 3rd, 2017

Is Still Cool S**t: in Hyde Park

Thus Spake the Terminator

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Speakers’ Corner is a place where anyone can get up on a soapbox and preach it, and Terminator 24 has been a fixture there for over four decades. A self-styled “symbolic ironic play striving to dream, explore, question, learn and live compassionately without fear, prejudice, hate and abuse,” the character of Terminator 24 [or T24 as he is sometimes called] came about as the result of one man’s questioning spirit as well as through his genuine efforts to interact with a wide variety of diverse tourists and visitors. I first saw this video probably more than 20 years ago, and Terminator 24′s remarkable brand of Socratic method struck me at the time and it strikes me as remarkable to this day.

 

The above film [by David Napier and Paul Dionne] features many of the characters you would have found at Speaker’s Corner in 1994, but it settles on Terminator 24, who is still there today, and if you ever make it to London, you should definitely take the time to visit Hyde Park and visit Speaker’s Corner to learn how this business of learning is done from the master himself. For more on Terminator 24, please feel free to visit his website.


June 8th, 2017

3 Things

Episode 13: “Beasts”, Enlightenmentexit, & Barter

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This week on 3 Things we talk about learning to be a beast to better learn how to be a human, whether or not we have as a society given up on the ideas and principles of the Enlightenment, and whether bartering is a viable economic option. Does smelling poop lead to better vision? Can our world continue to exist on a diet of fake news and geopolitical posturing? Would you barter poetry for a nose-hair hairdo? These are just some of the questions we grappled with this week!

 


June 8th, 2017

Manifesto of the Month

The Apocalyptic Manifesto
GBoyer

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Life is always a meeting point for other life. Death is a ruse. Money is a trick. Fear is what you must face and no matter how often you face it, it will not go away as long as you’re still alive, but not facing it is not an option. And the symbols we use to paint the world are only stand-ins for the emotions we use to paint our lives. While all the while, generally speaking, belief is the driving force behind our emotions, and how we see is who we are, and “if we are unable to see then no more you” sort of thing, and when there’s no you then you are easily manipulated by the money-lovers of the universe, and specifically through the use of the binary ruse system involving sex and death with obligation as the cohesion tying this entire faulty belief system together. Wow. I just said that.

 

Because the apocalypse is coming, dear friend, and no matter how hard you try to prepare yourself, you will not be prepared. There is no manual, and no obnoxious commander-in-chief will protect you from the coming s**tstorms of the already-erupted kaleidoscope of vomit we call our rapidly devolving environment, and so we need to reach out for each other as the winds swirl about our heads. Punching each other in the belly and back will only lead to the entire species flung off into the abyss, and nobody wants that—except perhaps for a few snarky bureaucrats hoping to make a few bucks off this erased future of ours.

 

Best case scenario? The cult literature and movies of yesteryear are the masterpieces we will pore over in the trash heaps of tomorrow. And we are currently writing each for our own individual cults, whether they be of an intersectional variety or the cult of capitalism, but we all increasingly just speak to our tribes in the hopes that our tribe is going to win the day, when no one wins at the end of this already evaporating day, and instead, in our efforts to speak primarily to our particular tribes, we are only becoming more tribe-like. But that having been said… I don’t want you to stop being tribe-like; I just want you to stop trying to win the day. Or rather, embrace the cult! Embrace your holy family! But understand that your cult will never save you, no matter how much you plead the future to leave your lawn untouched—as the world spirals into itself wildly, and our lives become as moot in the larger general firestorm of the geopolitical wondershow, and our children cease to have footing to take their next step in a history is not ended, but ending. It’s not that we are living at the end of history as our post-modern predecessors so gleefully pronounced, but in an ending of history as we know it, as our Mayan predecessors predicted with far less glee.

 

The ever-increasing annihilation of rival cultures—through effective deployment of the super-ideologies of the world—and our eyes become distracted by the glittering screen as our many internal voices are always hiding deeper within the growing shadows of this monoculture as it moves toward the abyss with the lethargic apathy of bureaucracies everywhere—while we also are stating the most outlandish of ponderables in the tones of the helpless while simultaneously snickering at ourselves with the most heartless of snickers, and the end is nigh become a fashion statement, because fashions are always ending—but there is one fashion that proves eternal, the fashion for the ending of things—and we are indeed witnessing an ending upon the earth—but what is ending and what will it’s ending lead to. This is the question that our apocalyptic literature asks. Where do you go after the end of the world?

 

To be nothing but a nothing that is.

 

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May 27th, 2017

3 Things

Episode 12: EST, The Good Life, & Dream Science

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This week on 3 Things, we go from EST and other cults, both real and imaginary, to what it means to live a good life, from the purchase of high quality steaks to being nice to people—how are these two ways of thinking the same and how different—to dream science, and our own ideas of dreams. “I’m creating my own nightmare.” So says Gabe. Join us for yet another kooky bit of conundrumery while we discuss things that we have no right discussing.

 


May 11th, 2017

Apocryphal Histories of the Parasite

Myself From a Great Height (Pt3)
Luther Phillips

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As we end this installment of Jackson Cole’s face-off with the beyond, the obfuscuting darkness has only become more infuriatingly bright. How are we to judge this lost junkie? Searching for answers to questions he hasn’t thought to ask? Stumbling into rooms without any clear dimension. Walking down streets invaded by the cannibalists among us. Where will he end up? And why did he have to end up there?

 


April 26th, 2017

3 Things

Episode 11: Enhancement, Emotions, and Spaces

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This week for Three Things, we talk about drugs that enhance our ability to count and not sleep, Gabe’s idea of the 4 basic emotions, which turns out to also have been someone else’s idea, which fact Gabe cannot accept, and places we’ve lived and would like to live—from industrial spaces filled with raw sewage to the unfinished homes of our youth and everywhere in between. We’re crapping on each other’s souls this week. Enjoy!

 


April 19th, 2017

Return to the Secret Fort
Scott Rooker

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[Below is a story, but there is also a song that accompanies this story by a person from another story entirely, whose name is Wolfman, and who is performing with the band T.K.O. Hit Parade. Is there a connection between these two imagined timelines? Where does one story end? At what point does the other begin?]

 

 

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The Woods, 1909

 

Our secret fort deep in the woods, was a real work in progress.  It smelled like piss.  Our gang was made up of neighborhood riff raff.  Roger was the oldest, then came Benny, myself, and a boy we referred to as, The Jew.  Each of us had our own special gift.  Roger had charisma.  Benny had the strength of an ox. I had the smarts.  The Jew was a talented artist.  For a penny, he would draw you whatever you wanted.

 

We kept our dirty pictures and a series of cuss words in a hole we had dug where we also kept our communal cigarettes, and cologne which we used to cloak the scent.

 

One grey Saturday, Roger reached into that hole, and much to his surprise there was nothing there.  Our pack of Piedmont cigarettes was gone.  We suspected a rival gang of nicking our contraband.

 

“They have done a dastardly deed, in a dastardly way!” Said Roger.

 

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