Radical Science

Sometimes you get so far down a road, head bowed to the furrow that when you look up your suprised to find a crowd has gathered around you. So it is with my pet subject, metaphorical meaning, I've been studying this topic for around a dozen years and there's more researchers surfacing from the dark recesses of mind.

my own specialist area is Expressive Quirks, one of them is a phenomenon called verdinglichung, a special case of over-thing-ification, take a look at these pictures for more of an idea

You will see things that aren't part of the picture, your mind makes it up. This is re-ification similar to verdinglichung except with images instead of words. Mostly we don't notice this occuring as it happens just below the surface of our awareness.

The most profound example of verdinglichung affecting behaviour is the continuing myth of race.

Racial questions are always going to divide people and populations until the contexts we communicate fit with the differences experienced. If we keep talking of racial divides we keep the dream alive, the illusion that somehow we are made of different blood and bone, genetically not the same. We are alike and only separated by the changes of culture, environment and creed of our ancestors, more bonded by experience than any generation before us.

If you’ve lived in any black community you would feel it is more close-knitted than any white streets. More so than the middle-class pretence that doesn’t have the living-in-each-others-pockets reality that adversity brings.

Archaeology and genetics have shown there was little diversity in the birth of man, that we all came from the African Plains, I don't hold that up as fact but it's one of the few times science and the bible agree on anything. There is only one human race and only pettiness seperates.

Spring cleaning, revisions and thoughts on authority

This is another update from the saddle, well, my mates couch, where I’m crashing for a few days. I don’t have my mp3 player/memory stick so there’s no regular update yet, maybe the whole script needs revising and needs a rewrite from the beginning? In some way the story needs putting in simpler and more familiar terms. The narrative doesn't hold the power that it could or maybe the subtlety is more important...Some days life screams high pitch in your ear and other times it’s so quiet you can believe there’s no-one else on earth. (for an instant!)

Last night when I arrived there was a bit of business and pleasure, some extended plans to arrange in orbits, our futures coming around to the right place in time. The rain is beating down on the conservatory while I’m sitting here smoking. Not a time to be on the road. I rode an hour through the rain to get here but that’s not a complaint. My resolution seems to be riding every day, that’s what feels most right to fall for. Call it inspiration, we can only imagine there’s something to understand, room for your own interpretations  and scope for potential.

Anyway, continuing this tale. Bingo, handed me some papers that came his way and thought might be of interest to me. An old paper on anarchism that pieces together extracts from speeches over the years, highlighting the dangers of tyranny and corrupt power.

An oratory from Pericles in 5th Century BC.


Our constitution is called a democracy because power is in the hands not of a minority but of the whole people. When it is a question od settling private disputes everyone is equal before the law; when it is a question of putting one person before another in positions of public responsibility, what counts is not membership of a particular class but the actual ability the man posseses.


We do not get into a state with our next-door neighbour if he enjoys himself in his own way, nor do we give him the kind of black looks, though they do no real harm, still do hurt people's feelings. We are free and tolerant in our private lives; but in public affairs we keep to the law. This is because it commands our deepest respect.


Our love of what is beautiful does not lead to extravagance; our love of the things of mind does not make us soft. We regard wealth as something to be properly used, rather than something to boast about. Here each individual is interested not only in their own affairs but in the affairs of the state as well; we do not say that a man who takes no interest in politics is a man who minds his own business; we say he has no business here at all.

These are the founding fathers of modern democracy and undrstand the meaning of the word better than the translations we trade in today's terms. This weak democracy is reflected in the referenda of limited information and choice, virtually meaningless voting rights, and an effect described in 'The Federalist Papers' from around '87.

Parliament is not a congress of ambassadors from different and hostile interests; which interests each maintain, as an agent and advocate, agaianst other agents and advocates; but Parliament is a deliberative assembly of one nation and one interest.
You choose a member indeed but when you have chosen him, he is not a member of Bristol, but he is a member of parliament.

I keep finding that this thing called the human spirit is more passionate and creative than the box the mind uses to square such ideas away, or any shape that could hold it back. More or less we’ve all got something we can give, a unique gift that make each of us different.. Patience, tolerance and forgiveness are acts that take something more than a normal effort, or do they? Do a persons perceptions even require such demands? Maybe, it’s possible; that people find things different to how it all seems from our position, that we all can get absorbed by what takes our attention. I also mean that in the yin & yang, the positive and negative light we shine on any subject. The way media and even our friends do that.

I’m separated from part of the crew, devastated by the death of one of the old school. A real blow but I didn’t really know, except through respects, who the guy was. It’s for the best as I don’t go well with funerals and death, it’s all in a life. I don’t go through or deal with stuff, I’m riding everything out. I couldn’t see my friends cut up so I split the scene for a while. Also been in a reflective mood for some time, only just surviving by picking up loose ends and slack for the team.




Bingo and his Witch Wife moved over the Bank Holiday weekend, I gave them a hand with packing and loading some painting and cleaning, alot to do but it all fell together nicely. We even had time to look at the Citroen Chicken Coop-e parked in the barn of the farm they were on. I will attempt to get a picture next time round. It’s a comedy car that has a stack of bales and a chicken coop on top of it; it fires up and runs, I’d love to find out if it drives!



All the political animals are on-heat going into election season, not that change or power rests in so few hands. The voters are guilty of advocating and accepting this terrible system. Engineering dysfunction and detachment from the real world, the air, water and earth.
There’s already a war in words, since by it’s nature a democracy can’t be corrupted, our leaders are busily corrupting the meaning of the words and language, watering down the refinements and descriptiveness to the bland purposeless waste that marks all sense of life their ambitions have led us to.
Government isn’t Governance and the growing difference is what ought not to be missed. Appreciating and being aware of differences isn’t being different, it’s just an ability to contrast change against experience. Really, will any of these puppets be strung any differently?