Ruby’s Girl: My Original JFK Themed Story
“In 1963 a young dancer saves her life but loses her identity after falling down Jack Ruby’s rabbit hole and the underworld surrounding the crime of the century, JFK’S Assassination,”
“In 1963 a young dancer saves her life but loses her identity after falling down Jack Ruby’s rabbit hole and the underworld surrounding the crime of the century, JFK’S Assassination,”
The god-damned robots…..
Answering our calls, cooking pizzas, serving burgers, making trades, passing medical tests, giving absolution, providing unconditional sex…
Where does it end? Nowhere.
The human species sure looks like it’s transitioning from the “moist robot” of today**….
to an entity that builds on us…..but.ultimately may not be “of us.”
Hawking and Musk, post dire warnings about the AI/Robot threat …and who isn’t thankful for their words. But do you really believe anything or one…is going to reign in AI?
A few months back Facebook shut down two AI systems because they were talking to each other in a language only they could understand.
It looks like an Evolutionary meme driving the human species towards its next great leap:
We can’t replicate our world fast enough. Our facsimiles are swallowing us whole.
Star Wars and the Jennifer Lawrence space film show us wonky hybrids. But aesthetics still have a play – why wouldn’t we have robots on the level of Ex Machina’s heroine?.
(Alicia Vikander from Ex Machina)
Does the nascent Sex Bot industry give a clue about where the species is heading?
I hope not, right?
disgusting, degrading, repelling…
Still they’re sorta like the French Postcards..of today…driving technological leaps just as their paper facsimile ancestors did with photography….and porn on the internet did for chat, sound and streaming…..
Thanks to almost daily articles online about sex bots from publications like the Daily Mirror in the UK. you get a hit of what one segment of the general public is being fed.
You wonder why you’re looking so far ahead. Maybe it’s “bias confirmation,” Is it a joke or a fad? How can we grow this close to machines without something (strange?) happening?
For instance in the latest MIT Journal of Technology there’s an interview with a leading scientist working on developing AI/Robots that will recognize the moods and mental states of the humans around them. She says the next five years will bring tremendous strides in the field.
Soon. You enter your office.
Alexa: “You seem a little down today. Do you want talk about it?”
And the tactile world of the bots will grow more sophisticated because customers demand it. And science will supply it in one way or another..
That’s what I got in reading an interview with the designer Stella McCartney (Paul’s daughter) in the latest Fast Company.
Known for her commitment to sustainable and vegan material in her lines, she discusses a company in Brooklyn that makes a product she uses in place of “real” leather.
Only the company she’s working with isn’t using plastic or vinyl to make fake hides. They’re “growing” leather hides made from collagens, on slabs.
It’s customized for texture, pigment, thickness etc. and not one animal is harmed.
All I can do is take the flesh with the blood
.And Fear of Robots along with Awe of their future…
jacked into some universal Mind ..in a Cloud…bodies as beautiful mainframes.
Robot Hope is
Don’t let emotions
Gum up the works.
By Dean Balsamo
** “moist robot-a term Scott Adams, the Dilbert creator uses to describe our present human state from the standpoint of Persuasion-his specialty.
Some 20 years ago I began a chapbook called Love Poems for Robots. A little ahead of it’s time I put it aside. But I recently began looking at it as future publishing project.
In doing so I was inspired to write a new entry:
When the Robot Said….
When the Robot said
When the Robot said
When the Robot said.
We crushed it.
By Dean Balsamo
Penny’s half pit-half-shit- house lies in ruins not far from our land.
“Burned out,” is what the pipeline to the mesa says.
Meet her once. Four years ago-the last time we came to our plot-five miles past the Gorge Bridge outside of Taos, NM. The same bridge appears in Oliver Stone’s Natural Born Killers.
Penny. 30-40. A face like a relief map. Paranoid and prickly – like the Cholla dotting the landscape. No surprise.
At first glance her structure – with the goat pen attached – looks made for the Duchampian approach the Hippy-Survivalist-Outlaw culture here employs.
Anything with a roof and walls of some sort qualifies. A broken school bus like Pine Ridge. Or something growing out of the ground – a mash up with debris its owner manages to scrounge.
Taos being Taos… a flexible personality is….helpful. Penny’s was a fail.
There’s no grid. Utilities. But justice is served. It’s harsh like the landscape. What can you do when The Social Contract is the law of the land?
The spirit on the Mesa or “Carson Estates,” as it’s also called – lines up with historical precedent.
In the past, Taos Pueblo – on the other side of the Gorge – sends their “bad hombres” into exile – to this same place.
No water to speak of – at least 800ft down. Little shade – a few pinons. The road rutted. Sunbaked like adobe.
A big sky, wild sage, volcanic rocks and the occasional tarantula round out the general conditions.
Penny’s ruins leave us a glimpse at her bare bones “vernacular” style. Using a Turkish-inspired approach she puts bottles – wine, beer, water- into her mortar. In this case the mud she mixes from the ground she walks on and applies it over the jerry-rigged framing – a collection of sticks and stones.
Haven’t seen this technique used by anyone for a while. Reminds me of Guerneville, CA and other Humboldt County stops in my hippy past.
.As Penny’s house slowly makes its way back to Earth….
Another Hippie artifact is a growing presence: the recycled School Bus.
Since our last trip a collection of them is taking root. In true hippie speak: they “serve the people.” With a side – a mad max/depression-era flavor.
Hot meals, sundries – even library services are offered
This is a population defining itself. After language…and a few other aspects…buying and selling is about as basic as it gets in this regard.
This car stands about a mile into the road. Says everything. New signage.
Almost medieval. Like a city state or town posting proclamations and expectations – helpful attitudes to hold.
We’ve been coming here over a 24 year period. Its nomadic culture’s doing what most hunter gather ones do. Settle.
Land loving, land grabbing, squatters….
Free –thinking –until they’re not – freedom- loving- would- be -artists with the terrain-assemble here.
A population in flux. People are digging in. Can running water and electricity be far behind? My guess is you hear everything you need to know at the school bus general store.
From the Publisher:
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Background to this issue:
Counter Culture guru Osho’s discourse on versatility of the word “fuck”
got me thinking of all things hippie. With the original hippie generation aging it seems that
The National Hippie Museum
is a project long overdue. While an online component (see below) would act as most people’s touchstone for the museum- having a physical place where people from all over the world could come to celebrate Hippie-is a no brainer as it caters to the pilgrimage aspect that underlies so many of the important hippie culture events from music festivals to anti-war demonstrations to the random groupings that sprung up whenever hippies met anywhere during those times.
Taos, NM feels like the perfect place to locate it. Not only was Taos an important hippy hub with communes and personalities there (Dennis Hopper for instance) but even today there are still pristine hippie threads woven into the Taos environment like:
And Taos, unlike any number of well-traveled hippy spots has never experienced the branding make-over and gentrification other places have.
In a word: Perfect.
Below are some elements and programs that come to mind. Take these as field notes.
Structures on the museum campus could find some inspiration in buildings designed by Ando, the great Japanese architect whose approaches rest on using concrete, light and water. Add the sun-and you’ve got a good benchmark from which to start.
Keeping true to the hippy spirit you’d want to look at incorporating resource-conserving approaches like the Earthship which was conceived in Taos and permaculture to terra form the grounds.
Also more contemporary techniques and materials- used in a hippy spirit of innovation – hempcrete, adobe, core 10 steel, 3-D printing, rammed earth for instance.
As far as the grounds – we go hippy- you have to have places for people to ….commune…with each other…with nature. Some aspen groves, large rocks, wild patches, wild-grassy knolls and a labyrinth -the campus has to breathe.
And accommodate a variety of activities-people do their own thing -sit, sun, meditate, gather, rant, eat, concert-commune
Field Notes: Programs and Exhibitions
The exploration of hippie culture in the U.S.-the world- rivals critical research and writing in the art world- it’s endless.
Below: some sketches-mock ups – strategy suggestions.
The Hippie Archives
The Hippie Archives-an online, real time –updating, international archive of hippie photos and films submitted by the museum’s hippy family from around the globe.
Like the WAPO’s Comments section-there’s a curator-the photo editor reviewing submissions.
Hippy photos from the Afghanistan rock stars visited-the days of the King’s hashish and lapis shops- – Tehran in the decadent days of the shah. Paris, London, East Village -things from all over appearing.
Photos are sorted/cross-filed like “General, Stars, Festivals, Women, Hippie Homes & Communes, Black Hippies, Brown Hippies, Native American Influence, Nudity with an over 18 disclaimer.
You can take a Periscope approach with the screen-display the world and click on the country whose hippy pix you want to see.
Naturally there would be prominent places devoted to the spiritual paths running through hippie culture both in the Hippy Archive and the physical location-a permanent wing devoted to:
Gurus and Teachers
Spiritual teachers/gurus/teachings and movements get a spotlight with photographs, films, art works and talks-museum stuff- on figures like:
And the spiritual memes including Zen, Buddhism, Hindu religion, The Craft, Tarot, I-Ching, UFO’s, magic, hermetics and the Essenes…..ideas-the subjects- you were likely to see in the form of books, art work, and practice in any self-respecting hippie’s home.
Of course need we say more when it comes to hippies? Without drugs there is no hippie. But it wasn’t all groovy. And it wasn’t all bad. Many of the boomers who got into various spiritual/religious trips got into them because they opened those “doors of perception.”
There are an unlimited amount of topics that can be addressed here:
Writers, authors and others with a focus on drugs and hippy culture can talk:
For instance the author of Acid Dreams could come and discuss the CIA’s unauthorized and secret experiments with LSD on Americans.
The writers of recent articles and books about LSD Mircrodosing
(see https://arcaneword.com/lsd-microdosing-bio-hacks-the-religion-of-personality-coming-to-a-work-place-near-you/ )
can be invited to share their experiences.
LSD and Silicon Valley-can be an exhibit and talk- tracing the influence of this and related hallucinogens on the origins of Silicon Valley with Jobs etc.
Art exhibitions featuring work done under the influence of various substances can be mounted.
This wing of the museum and space in the online archive is probably going to be one of the most active and story-inspiring aspects to the hippy museum. Where do you start?
Rural Hippie, City Hippie, Hippie Evolution, Artists, Politicians, Authors…endless.
All kinds of talks, presentations and exhibitions dedicated to the women of hippie culture and the women that inspired them. Important curator post to fill here..
Naturally all kinds of films from the time of hippie are out there and later ones that deal with the era. Many unusual and intriguing presentation approaches can be taken here-including personal appearances by the people who directed, wrote and acted in them and programs around themes like Horror Hippie Films or Hippie Road Trip flicks, Hippy movies from Europe –constant re-contextualizing of the available material.
Music the medium that infused all hippie activities is everywhere and again there is so much here to look at whether footage, recordings, recollections by those who were there, authors on their books and articles on era. Only limit here is imagination Some of the topics can include:
You could have a Hall of Saints with revolving exhibitions of actual articles of clothing, instruments, journals and so on from famous personalities of the time. Even something special like this sketch of a vitrine-like case that allows people to touch an article of clothing from a famous musician or other personality from hippie culture.
Art Exhibitions and other avenues for hippie exploration can encompass things like:
Maybe it’s anti-hippie…a building to tie the culture down.
My guess is the story here is too deep to tie it down.
Came across this recording of a humorous talk by Osho the famous Counter-Culture Guru. There have been several articles over the last few months on the usefulness of cursing for instance in The Economist and how using “bad words,” is thought to represent a more communicative person. Not sure where I stand but I do know sometimes you have to say “fuck it,” and move on .
It was a running joke among those of us who wrote on the arts for The Santa Fe New Mexican. Every profile on an artist we ran seem to open with, “the light spoke to me….It was the light that drew me…..”
Always with the light-some artist’s ecstatic response to the New Mexico version of it.
But the joke’s on me because I experienced a displacement of time and space in reaction to the light in Marfa the first night I was there.
“Putain,” I thought as I sat in the courtyard of the Paisano Hotel. It feels like Paris that night we ate outside at 10 PM. But that was northern Europe. June.
But it’s January. 6 PM Central Time. Here…now…it’s still light. Here’s a film from the courtyard of the hotel showing what the light looked like.
Something was off. I couldn’t square the time with the light. I know Marfa has aerial phenomena- the Marfa Lights. ( American Spirits-Marfa Lights-why not) A viewing area exists about 8 miles out of town. But this was different there was something in the air- like a vortex- my normal perceptions were skewed.
One person I asked about my condition said, “It’s because we should be in Mountain Time like Santa Fe.” I knew Marfa was in the Central zone but my eyes and this feeling – I got nothing out of this answer. Couldn’t wrap my brain around it.
But the displacement fueled my curiosity – the natural armor of perception was compromised- for the remainder of my stay I was le flaneur – I crisscrossed the town center for the next few days in search of hidden places, unexpected locations and encounters with locals -anything the town had to offer.
I did finally get a scientific explanation for what I was experiencing- from my server at Stellina, one of the watering holes in town..
See more about Stellina here:
When the nearby MacDonald Observatory was being built the time zone here in this part of West Texas was changed – at the scientists’ request – from Mountain Time to Central Time so the researchers in Chicago and Austin could share data in real time with the observations made at the observatory. So the sun and light weren’t lying – the clock was.
Marfa has a number of great legacy structures from the 40s, 50s and 60s that have, are or will be re-purposed.
These, along with projects by big name architects are the kinds of structures I appreciate on my business trips -you can find them everywhere…Chicago, Cleveland, Minneapolis, Los Angeles… reminders of our country’s industrial past- some getting new life with TLC. .
Marfa also has a number of ruins-mostly in the form of adobe buildings returning to the earth.
The woman I met from Colorado who had some knowledge of the area told me the adobe building tradition is dormant here. Marfa isn’t Santa Fe. There are some parallels to the way Santa Fe was a few decades ago before it got the national attention it enjoys today. The video below reminds me of what it was like in Santa Fe-in the barrio near downtown.
I didn’t see any adobe structures being refurbished in Marfa.
The buildings most in demand for re-purposing are the older warehouses and structures from the 40s and 50s.
The light, the buildings, the feeling I got here leads me to believe this could be a good spot for a structure I’ve wanted to see built for some time. More about this in another post.
The photograph above – grabbed from the web- shows the store sitting within an area carved out from the surrounding ranch land.
I wanted to take a photo too and measure the building outside, look inside -but I didn’t see it on my way in as I’d taken a different route. But on my way out…about 6:30 AM I passed it. I wouldn’t have seen it at that hour were it not for a couple of people setting up a tripod and getting ready to shoot it at sunrise. I barely saw them in the dark while they were moving around the center of the road.
What I saw in passing….on this road at this hour at that speed…:.
Sensing my travel-starved state, our friend said, “Marfa.” And that was that. Several days later I took a solo pilgrimage- a road trip- to Marfa in West Texas.
You could describe it as the “biggest little art town,” in the country given the people who make the trek there- national/international artists, gallerists and collectors, celebrities like Beyoncé film makers and those who seek unadulterated art experiences like me.
It’s about 7 ½ hours from my home in Santa Fe, 3 from El Paso, 7 from Dallas and 6 hours from Austin. It takes an act of will and a true believer’s fervor to get there.
But like all the best holy spots rekindling of faith can occur, visions and maybe cures. My experience touched on all of these things. I came away loving this part of Texas, feeling rejuvenated and creatively inspired. The desert air and 75 degree weather was ok too.
While films have been made here- Giant (w/James Dean) and There Will Be Blood – visual arts of a more minimal nature pioneered by the great American artist Donald Judd dominate parts of the landscape, as well as, various galleries.
The place fed my creativity. I worked on a script and some other writing, walked around the areas bordering the main street taking photos of the classic 40-60’s buildings being re-purposed , toured Judd’s spaces around town and met some friendly people .
Here are some of the Judd’s concrete sculptures sitting on the land surrounding the old German POW camp he bought decades ago and turned into the working exhibition grounds for his and the work of contemporaries he admired.
One of a number of concrete pieces by Donal Judd on the grounds of an old German POW camp he bought in Marfa decades ago.
There are a number of buildings on this land-you can see part of one in the background. The German POW’s were housed there, now they’re filled with Judd and other artists’ work.
It’s a funny place in a good way. I pulled into the Paisano Hotel on the main street in town and the only people I see walking are a couple of back packer-looking types with a camera staring at the Victorian influenced city hall building.
The Paisano Hotel in Marfa where I stayed.
But this isn’t a hippy town like Sebastopol or Cotati in Cali. The art over lay and location in the scrub of West Texas gives it a different feel.
There’s sort of quiet buzz here. You catch people at the hotel looking at one another or in Stellina, the hipster’s watering hole/ restaurant that appears to be the place where many of the visitors come as well as the local art movers and shakers gather.
It’s in an old building’s store front space. Common tables line the sides facing an elongated oval bar in the center of the room. The bearded server said this about the owner/chief: “She’s self-taught.” That’s Marfa I thought.
Stellina the place I ate in one night is located in the storefront underneath the balcony seen in the photo.
One morning I searched for 20 minutes trying to find Do Your Own Thing Coffee. Had I not read something about it’s unlikely location-in what looks like an old lumber and tool supply yard I never would have found it.
Here are some pictures of its surroundings and of the shack that houses the café.
This the outside of Do Your Own Thing Coffee-sort of the closest thing to a “hippy” spot. Inside they have a wood burning stove for cool mornings.
I sat outside in the early morning sun and spoke with a woman who was from Denver. She bought ½ acre of land within the town so she had hook up for water and paid $75K. She’s building some kind of living/exhibition space she hopes to host various events.
If you go out of town some that same 75K will get you five acres.
I got the impression from talking to some people and observing the town that there are a number of people there who have money and are buying places to live there sometimes and have some sort of business. Whether they actually need to make money to maintain their places is another story.
I didn’t really realize why I went to Marfa until I came back. But I’ve been thinking of a project for a few years now-a building project called Heaven Sighting Device-that I feel could work there. More about that a later post.
I took sort of a back way down there…south of Carlsbad, NM I went through 50 miles of oil country. All I saw was scrub and pumping oil wells and had to share the two lane road with huge tractor trailers and large pickup trucks all working the oil fields till you hit I-10. This truck stop I sketched from memory was Mad Max like…an Airstream and various tents set up here and there. The whole time I was going through the area I thought I was looking at something secret. It reminded me of growing up in California during the 50’s and 60’s and our road trips to the desert where we’d see pumping oil wells and just appreciate them as objects of wonder. They were fascinating. Always had and always will have -a fascination with industrial processes and the tools/machinery making them possible.
Last week two national magazines –GQ and Bloomberg Businessweek-came out with articles referencing the growing popularity of LSD micro-dosing and other bio-hacks for enhanced work performance and more productive daily lives. These practices have gained critical mass in the Silicon Valley and its spokes in Seattle/Portland/Austin/NYC so their influence is amplified that much more.
It’s no accident that the momentum for the psychedelic-and other substance- fueled bio-hack strategies emanate from the Valley because substances that alter our mental chemistry….magic mushrooms, salvia, peyote, DMT alcohol….have always been allied with the religions of their times.
Today, objects from the technological cults are fetishized. Their shaman-geniuses venerated. God is found in algorithmic details. And our lives experience miracles as a result.
The Bloomberg Businessweek article is an expanded review of A Really Good Day – a book by Ayelet Waldman a former “federal public defender,” now writer who documents her 30 day experience with LSD microdosing over a 30 day period.
The article says, “Waldman’s problems….mood swings…anxiety …were relatively ordinary.”
However the paragraph goes on to say that she got worried. Worried- that the onset of menopause would compound these challenges. The article says she worried that they “threatened to disrupt her marriage and livelihood.”
She was inspired to try the regime after reading Bay Area psychedelic proponent Dr. James Fadiman’s book from 2011 outlining the 30 day schedule, taking 10 micrograms worth of LSD every three days. This dose is well below the standard threshold for hallucinating. The idea is to take enough to experience more clarity and enhanced productivity but not the over-powering hallucinogen episode.
The GQ piece has an experiential flavor to it (like Maureen Dowd writing about her cannabis experience in CO earlier this year) as the author Josh Dean also try’s Dr. Fadiman’s microdosing schedule on himself while also examining other bio-hacking approaches popular among West Coast techies and executives.
While the author says he didn’t experience any particular expanded feeling of clarity-though he reports more lucid dreaming-he ends the article saying he wants to continue with this strategy.
As it stands now, the microdosing approach is driven by a millennial mindset it’s a measured strategy. Small doses. It’s not about “dropping acid.” This isn’t about setting up situations where the participant risks at least temporary obliteration of the personality.
No one is looking to escape. This is supposed to be about fine tuning and enhancing the person’s connection with performance.
However one incident recounted in the GQ article concerns the experience of a microdosing practitioner who reported nothing happened when he did the recommended 10 mg. Which is what the author himself said about his experiences.
But in this case the user raised his dosage to 25mg and this appears to have had some real results as he reports: “I realized at the sales meeting that I never cared about the stupid product we were selling, so I went home.”
Okay now we’re beginning to touch on the more traditional effects of LSD-the kind that old hippies can relate to. And probably the likes of Henry Luce founder of Time Magazine who along with his wife was taking LSD in the early 60s. She was actually quoted saying LSD shouldn’t be given to the masses, but kept for the elites. But Leary, Alpert and the CIA of course had other ideas.
Gary Grant was another experiencer during this time. And if stories-like the one headlined below in a small magazine from the 90’s- are true- even John Kennedy was experienced.
Again comparing the millennial LSD use to the 60s several things stand out. For instance the focus. The people who are bio-hacking with LSD and other products which include mixing prescription medicines with other substances according to the imagination of the practitioner are focused on a systematic redesigning of their personalities….on the fly.
But these aren’t the hippies of old. We’re not talking about blotter acid or the orange barrels of yesterday providing unexpected shocks to the kundalini.
No. Today’s pioneers aren’t interested in mystical experiences that risk obliterating the psyche or tearing down the personality. And they’re not, like the 60s, going out and seeking gurus or ashrams to join.
This seems to be a relatively recent response-mirroring the growth of Silicon Valley’s technological influence over our society because throughout the 1990s there were a number of small magazines with a psychedelic focus that still carried the spiritual/conscious raising memes developed in the first onrush of LSD use. See examples below.
Given that the technological sphere is providing the context for much of today’s bio-hacking it’s only natural for the devotees to read the body/mind complex as code to be manipulated and then refocused on specific projects having to do with optimizing their productivity.
No one’s dropping acid to bust out of the system or escape The Man. No. Today’s pioneers are interested in integrating their hopefully heightened experiences with the technological work focused culture they’re immersed in.
And maybe that’s just the way the evolution of ideas goes. What starts outside of the larger system eventually makes its way in towards its center.
One day people will do this with the company’s blessing in certain quarters. It’ll be like Mad Men and their drinks-something to spur creativity. Not for everyone in every industry of course.
But it seems perfectly aligned with the kinds of brain cells needed to communicate with the gods delivering technological inspiration from the future.