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"The early sense of self-similarity as an organizing principle came from the limitations on the human experience of scale. How else to imagine the very great and the very small, the very fast and the very slow, but as extensions of the known?"

For all his notoriety the image of the Mad Scientist has long been respected - if not reviled, revered, abused and antagonized, among other things. The Mad Scientist is not a simple figure suffering from megalomaniacal derangements or psychopathy of a sordid sort. The Mad Scientist is a pioneer broken by the weight of his discoveries.

On some level it could be seen that this image of a man driven to the brink of sanity by the force of intellectual advancement and endeavor is not only looked upon with a sense of fear and trepidation, but also with wonder and awe. It takes genuine courage to forge ahead into realms beyond (behind?) current understanding - especially if the price seems to be a sane mind.

You see, we need the Mad Scientist. He may conceptually antagonize the populace outside himself, but he does so (wittingly or otherwise) with a force to push minds through preconception. The Mad Scientist is not merely some evil or demented figure manipulating power structures to bring others to their knees (of course, that may instantially be a part of the endeavor). He is a man driven by insight and discovery past states of mind readily understood by whatever popular paradigm he happens to have found himself in. Because few would be willing enough on their own, the Mad Scientist explores dark regions of potential. He places his own psyche on the line to draw a map of the abyss, running the risk that he could be crushed and undone by the pressures without. And so he returns to the world a changed or broken man, potentially ranting of things or in ways that few others are prepared or willing to accept. Because the world has not been where he has been, the world cannot understand. Thus the man who knows too much is feared, for knowledge is power and the Mad Scientist wields power that no one else can yet manage.

We need the Mad Scientist, for whether or not we can say that we are ready, he can show us a newer, brighter path (like an atomic flash, keke) that we could not have realized ourselves. He pushes our mental fabric to the stretching point to tell us just what it is that we might see if only we stopped to look. Still, when the mind refuses to comprehend it typically villainizes. So we make the man enemy and call him mad.

The Mad Scientist is a necessary explorer, returning with the substance potentially capable of destroying the very mateial that the popular but dated paradigm has been crafted of. He may not bring enough, but just seeing it can open the door for others to go themselves and return with more. We will strive to kill the Mad Scientist, but when all is said and done, observed and measured, he may have saved us.

This is one of the sweetest songs ever. Thanks Koyaanisqatsi. Listening to this on massive speakers in the dim light of several computer screens wearing some stately black duds, I feel like Bruce Wayne. It's awesome.

I really want to build a cave lair. Preferably under some monumental structure. We're talking underwater volcanoes with magma-formed tree towers growing out of them, all the way out of the waterline in arctic regions. That kind of thing. We'll hollow it out and put in all kinds of industrial megatech pipes and grates and corridors in the tree thing and the volcano itself. I'll build a library there. Maybe write encyclopedia entries. This is what I want to do with my life.

Carry a torch to light the way and give rise to shadows! Snuff it out, stumble around. Have a good time - and if you feel like you're going to vomit, just spit like a camel and take satisfaction in knowing you hit the darkness every time.

He spends the most of his days there at the Academy, tending to that that needs tending to. Rest of the time, he wanders off to the Archives or down to the Lab. A solitary example, but productive nonetheless. No one really knows what he's doing at any point, and sometimes he asks himself the same question when he's walking by a hello. Occasionally impulse takes hold and he jets off world to start trouble. He likes to say he goes looking for it, just to sound cool to the kids, but it finds him just the same.

Meditations are frequent, but they always seem to come out sideways. It's hard to tell though, when a guy can't figure out a relative point of comparison in the first place. So he sleeps in a crypt lit by candles and hopes it establishes some kind of inspiring environment, but it mostly just makes him think of Sarah McLachlan, or maybe the Crow - which just makes him consider moving to a higher place in a taller building. Then he just gets antsy wanders off again.

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is gray and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
Let insipid figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
Night time, to some a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios wake up your steads,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.

Dawn is a feeling
A beautiful ceiling
The smell of grass
Just makes you pass
Into a dream

You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to

You look around you
Things they astound you
So breathe in deep
You're not asleep
Open your mind

You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to

Do you understand
That all over this land
There's a feeling
In minds far and near
Things are becoming clear
With a meaning

Now that you're knowing
Pleasure starts flowing
It's true life flies
Faster than eyes
Could ever see

You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to.

Tuesday, afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way,
It doesn't matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.

Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.

I'm looking at myself, reflections of my mind,
It's just the kind of day to leave myself behind,
So gently swaying thru the fairy-land of love,
If you'll just come with me and see the beauty of

Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday afternoon.

Tuesday, afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way,
It doesn't matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.

Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.

I'm sitting shirtless, hunched over a table in upper-east Manhattan. There are papers everywhere, malas and charms strewn about candles and buddha statuettes. It's 3.30am and I'm leaning over a bowl I mixed with Raisin Bran, Grape Nuts, Honey Nut Cherios and some fresh green grapes - all dry, if you don't count the grapes. I'm shivering or twitching or something, and I don't think it's because I'm cold. The Flaming Lips have been reaming one riff in my head for I don't know how long and I think I'm down to the last grape in the bowl.

It took three hours and five trains to get back to the highrise, and I swear I still hear waves crashing outside the window... but I think it's just a garbage truck. This is life and I love it. I just don't know how I'll explain my midnight urge to desperately fill a bowl full of random bran items with violently shaking hands to my aunt. I'm pretty sure I ate the last of the Raisin Bran.

I'm also pretty sure I need more grapes. God, this is good shit. I could use a cigarette.

A great number of us held, penned up in some kind of detention facility. Walls were like old, beaten steel, with benches to match protruding. We were all seated, shackled together side-by-side. We were all found for the same reason. Everyone detained in these chambers had an ability of some kind. The guy next to me could fly. The guy across from me was super strong. Flying guy apparently already knew what I could do.

"You're going to come out of here not knowing your ass from your elbow, man! You're surrounded by us - what are you going to do??"

I knew what he was talking about, but it was too late, and I'd already begun to blank out. I woke up in a van.

We were driving to an abandoned gas station to pick up some food. We'd need it for the events to come. Some people became heroes here, and come became villains. A bit of a random draw kind of deal, mixed with each person's own particular orientation. Ontop of that, ordeals were placed within the area limits - like, bombs and the what not. The villains would try to see to it that these catastophes occurred, while the rest of us tried to stop them.

Wherever we were, though, it wasn't designed for us. It was like we were all just dumped into the projects somewhere, so the locals just had to deal with us - make the games more real and all that. I was still reeling form the holding pens, and couldn't tell what I could even do. The people I was with told me to relax, and that it would come in time. When we got to the station, we grabbed some food and got moving. I had an inkling to fly. So when I tried, I took off and left the others behind - sort of an accident.

I landed in a mall with sections missing from the walls. More of the non-players, the locals, were gathered here. Which is probably why there happened to be a bomb planted in one of the department stores. I met a woman in an emerald green costume. I guessed shed been playing a while longer than I had, which is why she had built an alter ego. Or just an ego. Either way, she seemed famous around the area, like the local hero. So she decided to handle the bomb and told me to stay put. I talked to some of the locals and told them I was a new hero, and they told me that a villain was seen coming in from another direction. So I ran a few steps and leapt to fly - only to end up with my face in the dirt.

They all laughed, but I was mortified. The one ability I'd found I'd taken, I lost. So I turned to run after the strong lady, passing my friend Moises on the way. He was dressed like a space pirate and had a very large gun in his hand. He was also apparently the leader of a gang. He said they were villains, but his heart wasn't much in it. He let me run off in the lady's direction. When she saw me, she instantly cried, "I lost my strength! Can you fly??"

It was as though, when I saw her looking helpless, I started floating again. The bomb was incredibly heavy, but after being around her, I could lift it. She told me that she was the only one she'd seen break through a power-outage. I told her it would be fine and flew off with the bomb in tow. I was readying to throw it out the window and into the sky, but then I woke up.

I moved into my parents' basement. That night lightning struck our house.

The night before I'd had dreams of screaming electricity away from an overloading reactor to myself. It was like lovers reaching for one another as we were being torn apart.

I've carved a queerly-curtained niche for myself down there now, and have grown rather fond of it.

Been hanging out with my brother's friends without him. Kind of weird. Though I do get to repeatedly trounce on his pathetic drinking stories. I am an alcoholic.

Got a job at a Clinic. Hours of learning today about charts. Makes some sense. Must implement tomorrow.

Use facebook too much now.

So I got this tradition I made the world start almost twenty-four years ago, on the twenty-eighth of July. I try and con as many people as I can into supporting it. Okay, really, it's only for badasses and only if I think you are a bad enough dude will I let you through the door - but it's still good to see as many people trying as possible.

It just so happens that the twenty-eighth of July is this Saturday, and it just so happens that my tradition has maintained through the years thusfar. As such, I am beginning the Dominus Solstinox at Five oClock pm, just before the arrival of the witching hours, when we will commence the intoxicating lubrication of any dry bunnies in the vicinity of the Secret Station.

If you think you are a bad enough dude to potentially save a good president were he or she to be kidnapped by ninjas, and subsequently feel like you belong at the commemoration of the twenty-fourth iteration of the Dominus Solstinox, then contact me, and I will tell you the location of the Super Secret Station.

Good luck.

The funny part is, I used to play bass for one band, now I might play synth for another.

You scored as Keyboard, You are the keyboardist. You are smart. You can do multiple tasks at once. You can adjust to change. You are reliable. </td> Keyboard 88% Bass 88% Guitar 81% Drums 81% Trumpet 81% Saxophone 81% Trombone 69% Which Jazz Instrument are You? created with QuizFarm.com

Hippies are stupid.

You scored as One Intelectual Individual, You're a thinker. You see things from a very different prospective than the rest of the world, and probably find release and self-expression in music, painting, scalpting, or any other form of art. People see you as a deep person, full of knowledge that they don't understand. People are attracted to that, but there's a good chance you don't care. </td> One Intelectual Individual 100% New Age Hippie 50% Earth-Child 50% Original Hippie 38% Pothead 13% Not a Hippie 13% What type of hippie are you? created with QuizFarm.com

He would think hippies are stupid too.

You scored as Captain Jack Sparrow, Roguish,quick-witted, and incredibly lucky, Jack Sparrow is a pirate who sometimes ends up being a hero, against his better judgement. Captain Jack looks out for #1, but he can be counted on (usually) to do the right thing. He has an incredibly persuasive tongue, a mind that borders on genius or insanity, and an incredible talent for getting into trouble and getting out of it. Maybe its brains, maybe its genius, or maybe its just plain luck. Or maybe a mixture of all three. </td> Captain Jack Sparrow 92% Lara Croft 92% El Zorro 83% Neo, the "One" 75% Indiana Jones 71% James Bond, Agent 007 63% The Amazing Spider-Man 54% Maximus 54% Batman, the Dark Knight 50% William Wallace 50% The Terminator 46% Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0 created with QuizFarm.com

When I stay up with a girl until 5.30am when she leaves and I'm left to sit up and watch Gackt videos, I would call it one of my more ideal evenings. However, I also found out that a rhino of a human being hates me because his girlfriend broke up with him on my account like two months ago because she had a thing for me and then told him so now I'm to blame. Actually, she asked me just before she broke up with this man whether or not I liked her at all. When I said yes, she went and destroyed their relationship. This tells me that she'd been wanting to do it and I made a really good excuse. Nothing ever really came of this situation save for our continued friendship and then her being single. Now I am subject to the misplaced distain of a dangerous, dangerous man. Sigh. At least Gackt never starts drama in my life. But seriously, that guy is like a motherfucking kung fu master and could really honestly probably kill me with his bare hands if he somehow thought it was a really good and viable course of action.

I was awoken at 7am today so I could clean myself up and go to the flea market. I hate being woken up at my folks' place with things to immediately tend to, but only because of morning wood. I always have to come up with ways that I think are clever to not showcase my half-hearted boner. You know, I'm just not even sure why I wake up with them. Most of my dreams involve world catastrophes, zombies, or just really mysterious and creepy environments. Actually, I'm not going to think any more into that. I totally saw a naked chick in a dream once.

Once again. I was awoken at 7am today so I could clean myself up and go to the flea market. We spent like, 5 hours walking around in the dust, but I totally got like, a nonstop supply of pop and two good meals out of the deal. Not to mention BEAUTIFUL WOMEN EVERYWHERE. I was like a poor [I typed poop the first time] kid in a candy store. Except the candy was women and money was significant others. However, victory ensues as I managed to dominate and that place's cashe of antique eyeglasses and goggles. I came home with two pairs of civil war era eyeglasses, a small pair of industrial WWI eye protection goggles and an old pair of what may have been motorcycle goggles. Then I got a really nice little jade statue for 2/5s its listed price because the lady thought I looked good in the glasses I just bought. Then when I looked up from the statue, I spotted a baby-sized life preserver that said "Welcome Aboard." They sold it to me for 8 bucks and I giggled at the thought of hanging it over my bed or possibly just off my trousers. It rained at one point at the place almost fell into mob hysteria. It was amazing to watch. Through my goggles.

No word on my bag yet. I'm just going to assume it lost forever. I'll just have to start over! And people always wondered why I never wrote my shit down.

Well, I will now, but I'll just have lots of separate copies.

Conductors have one of the biffing coolest jobs out there, seriously. I mean, they get to stand with their backs to a huge audience like, "whatever, I have cooler things to do, obviously [as exampled by the exhibition of the tails]," then proceed to effectively tell huge amounts of people what to do by waving a stick at them and subsequently nearing a standing seizure, depending on just what it is he wants them to do. Not only do they listen, but they make some pretty generally awesome sound because of it. Moreover, these people often get quite winded and red in the face while dressed in their evening refinements at the behest of the wand-waving madman facing them, and that is funny.

So you, as the Conductor, stand as the general of sound, back to your enemy, waging war against the tastes of your audience with the wave of a wand, quite possibly the tap of a foot, a jig of the shoulders, and the well angled position of your elbows. All this and you don't even have to do your hair.

I think I want to be a Conductor.

I probably still just really want to be a wizard. ;-;

I like testing my own reliability on personality quizzes. Especially when I have papers to write.

You scored as Friedrich Nietzsche. Well you're an egotistical maniac, and you are so very iconoclastic that you probably are currently lost in a post-modern Jupiter, I mean jungle of self-definition. Don't let it get you down though, someday, through a willful onslaught of reinterpretation of dated forms and ideas, you will strike on something that passes as remotely new, and people WILL be into it on the basis of how hip it is alone. Also, the average espresso drinker looks up to you. </td> Friedrich Nietzsche 100% Stephen Hawking 92% Miyamoto Musashi 83% C.G. Jung 58% Steven Morrissey 58% Sigmund Freud 50% Dante Alighieri 50% Adolf Hitler 42% Elvis Presley 42% Charles Manson 42% O.J. Simpson 33% Jesus Christ 33% Hugh Hefner 33% Mother Teresa 25% What Pseudo Historical Figure Best Suits You? created with QuizFarm.com