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Friday Fun Trifecta #14 – Love Edition

If you remember a while back, we did a segment here on SDMcKinley.com called Friday Fun Links. Fun links have evolved into Friday Fun Trifecta, where I will feature one thing of each – music, book and visual arts. Welcome to Friday Fun Trifecta #13, in appreciation for artwork.

It’s Friday again. How am I doing? Yesterday was rough, but I got through it, thankfully unscathed and in tact. I have terrible anxiety sometimes and it comes out as flipping me into overdrive. I’m hoping for a great weekend filled with positivity, laughter, love and peace, lifting the ones up in my life that help me day in and day out, putting their differences aside, but also firmly standing up for what they obviously believe in. I think we should definitely stand up for what we believe as individuals. You know, we all have times when we clash and have differences ( which is a blessing in itself ), but at the end of the day I believe it’s true and carefully precision’d consideration that really takes us down through there, encompassing all things and ideas possible in order to come to a nice, solid conclusion. THAT shows careful consideration and love for yourself and others around you.

What does love mean to you?

Visual:

+Love Beyond The Stars+ by ERA-7

Music:

Lyrics @ Genius.com – this is one of my most favored electronic artists a.k.a John Gooch.

Book:

Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson – I’m currently reading Anathem by Neal Stephenson, along with a couple others, but it’s good enough, so far, that I went searching out this other book that I have no idea about.

“She’s a woman, you’re a dude. You’re not supposed to understand her. That’s not what she’s after…. She doesn’t want you to understand her. She knows that’s impossible. She just wants you to understand yourself. Everything else is negotiable.”

― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

“To condense fact from the vapor of nuance.”

― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

[ Quote Source: goodreads.com ]

Bonus:

Check out all the free, legit books @ The Open Library.

Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.

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Friday Fun Trifecta #13

If you remember a while back, we did a segment here on SDMcKinley.com called Friday Fun Links. Fun links have evolved into Friday Fun Trifecta, where I will feature one thing of each – music, book and visual arts. Welcome to Friday Fun Trifecta #13, in appreciation for artwork.

It’s Friday again. How am I doing? I had some great relaxation during the night and that makes for a marvelous Friday to wrap the week up splendidly.

Book:

The Sigma Protocol by Robert Ludlum

“Calculate the odds, and recalculate, and recalculate again. And then just go with your gut instinct.”

*Chapter 5, Page 79, Robert Ludlum – The Sigma Protocol

“The Ghost was an in-house nickname for the longtime director of the Internal Compliance Unit, Alan Bartlett.”

*Chapter 3, Page 33. Robert Ludlum – The Sigma Protocol

[ Quote Source: freebooknotes.com ]

Music:

Hide U by Kosheen, remixed by DJ Marky – Lyrics @ Genius.com

Visual:

I’ve always LOVED these isometric pixel artworks – Study and living room design by  Cutiezor. By the way . . . you know what I heard about yesterday? Cryptoart. Weird, huh?

Bonus:

Hideo Kojima Is Writing a Book About His Creative Process

Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.

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Deception in Art: Psymbionic & Of The Trees – One Thing ft. Cristina Soto (Bassnectar Remix)

[ Lyrics @ Genius.com ]

Exhibit A:

Now, here we have a modern example of deception in musical artwork: HEAVY DISCO MUSIC, disguised as Again, do not, and I repeat, do not be fooled by: Psymbionic & Of The Trees – One Thing ft. Cristina Soto (Bassnectar Remix), genre dubstep or a less specific genre – electronic dance music ( not to mention the still video’s use of chromatic aberration‘d butterflies ). However! And so forth, and so on – DO NOT BE FOOLED, because even though this mmmmmmmhm music likes disco balls . . . it, it . . . IT EXPLODES THEM!!

Example of what happens to disco balls after listening to Psymbionic & Of The Trees – One Thing ft. Cristina Soto (Bassnectar Remix)

Something in somewhat of a grey area, it seems. It’s offensive because of it’s fenciveness stance. Through all this, just remember one thing guys: this song takes a liking for disco balls AND it explodes them! A two faced liar in the form of disruptions in the airwaves in between the media source and your ears. Imagine that. It’s distractful, arrogant and pious!

How does this make you feel when the disco ball is literally coming undone?

So, if you are against disco music, THIS MUSIC IS OFFENSIVE. And, if you strongly dislike disco music, THIS MUSIC IS OFFENSIVE as well. Rant over.

Don’t even get me started about how disco evolved into heavy disco, here and how it took a long, grueling 30 years to happen. That’s beyond the scope of this class.

NOTE: If you happen to enjoy it, even after my persuasive argument: throw your earbuds in the trash, confiscate your mother’s decent Pioneer speakers with mandatory 50″ subwoofer, turn them on full blast and attempt to listen to everyone bellow over the top of some electronic music build ups, extra loud bass growls and deceptive woman vocals!

PSA #2: And, if you’re still sadly Facebook’n or SnapChappin’ even after they steal your data and sell it to people that used to work @ Area 51 – just remember good luck making a worthy post on THOSE platforms that can hold any sort of candle to this or any other blog post! Umph!

Bonus:

[ Source: From article titled: We Tried a Recipe from the Mountain Dew Cookbook and It Looks Radioactive @ People.com ]

Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.

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Friday Fun Trifecta #3

If you remember a while back, we did a segment here on SDMcKinley.com called Friday Fun Links and now it has evolved into Friday Fun Trifecta, where I will feature one thing of each – music, book and visual arts. Welcome to Friday Fun Trifecta #3, where I share some appreciation for artwork.

Visual:

Spawn, Todd McFarlane and I go way back, all the way to the release of Spawn #1. McFarlane really has done some great things for the comic and toy industry; what he did was groundbreaking, in turn breaking the mold of what these mediums can and should do. He was often rejected because of his ideas, but he held strong to them and I love that. Hold strong to your beliefs, guys and gals:

Cover art for Spawn #313 via Todd McFarlane’s FB.com page
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Web Serial: L&R #2: CHAPTER THREE: JOURNEY TO THE DEPTHS

New to the web serial? Check out the table of contents.


CHAPTER THREE:

JOURNEY TO THE DEPTHS


“The way the light dances on the walls is amazing. Vic. Look at it,” LJ said with his nose against the wall, looking closely at a pattern of dancing photons. He sat atop a samely lit square and the brilliancy delivered dispondance to make out any intracacies of the large room.

LJ hopped down off the square, “You ever feel like you are in play, Vic?”

“What, like a broadway play?” Vic replied.

“Yes, but not similar in some regards. Like someone has set this all up for us, premeditated the whole thing,” LJ said.

“Who would do that? We aren’t all that important,” Vic said.

“I have no idea . . . ,” LJ said, while walking toward the opposite end of the room. As he walked, he noticed a sliver of something on the wall and then stopped to analyze what it was.

“Hey, Vic. Over here. There’s a slit in the wall,” LJ said. “I can see through to the other side,” LJ said and reached to investigate.

“Ow! Oh-er my god. Something bit my hand,” LJ bellowed.

“LJ! Are you okay?” Vic blurted. “What’s wrong, LJ? Tell me! Well, you aren’t bleeding . . . ”

“Ah, ma GOD. It hurts!” LJ looked down at his hand in a blank stare. “Just joking. Gotcha,” LJ said, as to incite a riot.

“What’s wrong with you? You scared the bajeezus outta me,” Vic said, strongly.

LJ pulled the slit in the wall, lifting it wider. Then, they climbed through to the other side.

Luminiferous aether sat thick with endless, perfect rows of constructed metal pipes lined up and away, as far as the eye could see. Wooden boards sat in random places atop of the steel beams, scattered throughout different heights. Scaffolding, but nothing being directly constructed. The scaffolds were there to . . . build more scaffolds? A hollow purpose for no cause, it would seem. But, the purpose of building scaffolds to simply just build more scaffolds would still eliminate the exact purpose for having scaffolds in the first place. A conundrum of the worst kind, like a snake eating its own tail. Even so, LJ and Vic proceeded.

“Aliens,” LJ said.

“What?”

“Gotta be space aliens. I’ve watched enough TV to know who is causing all this.”

“And how do you figure that?” Vic questioned.

“Because, when it isn’t explainable, it must be aliens. The guy that needs to fix his hair says it all the time.”

Vic laughed. “I’m sticking to my theory. This is an illusion of some sort. Can’t be real.”

“It’s real, Vic. Don’t you see it? Feel it? Touch the steel piping to see how real it is. It’s cold, just like steel is supposed to be.” LJ thumped one of the galvanized, steel beams as it rang. “Even sounds like steel.”

“Well if it’s aliens, I’m sure they won’t like you tapping on their stuff.”

“Ah, gaslighting in conjunction with fear of the unknown . . . I’m onto you, Vic,” LJ smiled and winked. His thoughts about Vic kindled flames of unfavorable sentiment.

LJ and Vic continued walking through the maze of steel pipes and wooden boards.

“Let’s say it is an illusion, where are we really, then? And if this is all an illusion, what’s to say everyday life isn’t either?” LJ turned around, while walking, toward Vic.

“Well then, we are in a dome, hooked up to wires, possibly the same way Dom was in a dream recorder.”

“Are you saying they had him hooked up to the dream recorder and we were already in a dream? Hmm. Or, we could actually be in the astral realm and awake with our physical bodies? Mystical ascension, I think they call it. Maybe the house was somewhat of a Jacob’s Ladder or modern-day Tower of Babel? Wait . . . we did climb down the ladder, didn’t we, Vic? Have you ever heard of a Jacob’s Ladder that descends?” LJ grimaced.

“Here’s one more, something to think about. Think of a color, any color. How would I absolutely be sure that I am seeing the color the same way you do? I know it’s blue, you know it’s blue, but how do we prove that I don’t see red the same way you see blue?”

“Focus, LJ. If they were even recording his dreams. For all we know, it was just a show. They were messing with us. The video on the screen wasn’t Dom’s dreams, just a video. Fake news. There’s no such thing as the astral plane or realm; it’s all a product of your own brain.”

“Well, when people sleep the brain does produce DMT, some people call it the spirit molecule, it’s in everything, but what’s the possibility that the chemical lets your spirit travel to the astral realm or other places in the universe, to the afterlife even? Our brains produce it when we die, too. That’s scientific” LJ paused. “Do you realize what that means if they did make a dream recorder, Vic?” LJ’s outward appearance became a bit anomalous. “I mean, whoever they are, right?”

“Let me get one thing straight. You think the dream recorder is real? Is that what you think, LJ?” Vic looked into LJ’s eyes for a real, tangible answer as if some kind of timed result hinged on it. “Well if whatch’ur saying is true, about the DMT, then what’s the chance we were dosed somehow and now just hallucinating?”

“I’m not sure. I feel completely lucid. And, why does that matter if I think the dream recorder is real or not? What bothers me even more is that Rom and I were talking about a dream recorder not long ago. And, I swear, please do not repeat this to anyone, but, yeah, we were just saying if you want to be the richest person in the world, just invent a dream recorder. Think about it, Vic. Most people hide in their cozy places, traveling between each destination in a car on a man made road, then at night watching movies that someone else created, or working on some disillusioned project because they feel restless, mostly because their boss, mom or spouse just wants them to be busy. Surfing the internet and drinking their brewed coffee drinks – as much of a product of their own creation as the things created by others. A lot of people would be totally consumed by dream recording technology and dream interpreting services would skyrocket in the process. ‘DreamTube.com, number one site on the internet’,” LJ said, ending with a lower voice.

“Absolute bonkers.”

“What, you don’t believe me?” LJ said, straight to the punch.

“That’s not it. The whole idea is bonkers. Recording your dreams? Just the idea of doing that seems crazy to me. Almost like the technology is harvesting your dreams, thieving them in a way.” Vic scrunched her eyebrows as if scorn over the dream recorder wasn’t the only sideways idea running around in her head. “And, are you saying that just by talking about a dream recorder, this is all your fault?”

“Na, more like someone or something wants us to think that. A lame attempt at a manufactured scapegoat.” LJ took a deep breath. “Someone once told me if you have a bad dream not to tell anyone about it, pretty sure he was crazy, but it’s interesting to think about why that might be a bad idea.” 

They continued navigating through the steel beams. 

“Vic, how much of your dreams do you actually remember? Or, you remembered when you first woke up, but then forgot shortly after. When is the last time you dreamt and remembered everything that happened from start to finish? I can only think of maybe one time I have remember the beginning of any of my dreams. A dream recorder would change all that. It would change the world. I mean, I’m surprised someone hasn’t written a book about it, since a lot of times you hear about ideas in literature first and then in reality. Arthur C. Clarke did it with satellites.”

“Haha, LJ. Now you sound like a salesman. I’m sure it would just contribute to the continual fall of our human condition. TVs, internet. I don’t think much good has come out of any of it.” Vic paused. “How would you record someone’s dreams anyway? I wonder if what you see in your dreams, your eyes are actually seeing it or it’s purely in your imagination? If so, in order to record a dream, you would have to record what the person is seeing and hearing. If that’s true, it means that the device could record everyday life, too.”

LJ interrupted, “Oh, come on, Vic. I thought you were better than this. I think it’s pretty much common knowledge that things aren’t bad or good. It’s what we do with them.” LJ paused in disappointment and then inhaled deeply.

“Advanced technology is more susceptible to be misused. Imagine a world with technology that isn’t so narcissistic. Like, technology created to make life better, instead of dragging us down. All of it seems like great ideas and are often wondrous until they are tainted by money hungry creators and modifiers. The money fuels quick and immoral methods for using these devices to do nothing but generate cash flow or power. If it doesn’t create cash flow, even if it potentially made everyone’s life better, it’s promptly snuffed out. So, technology is great when it’s not fueled by the money and power hungry machines of bureaucracy. The same thing will happen with the dream recorder, if it’s real.” Vic paused. “At what point is something considered divine and not to be tainted by greed and power?”

“Ha. Sounds like you might be fighting the universe on that one, Vic,” LJ said.

LJ and Vic marched on for some time through open space on the floor, other times in between steel pipes and other obstructions. Eventually, the constructive apparatuses complicated with low hanging rags and large, diagonal concrete pillars. It spiraled inward, growing thick toward the destination, converging into a configuration that made for difficulties for navigation. At times, this forced LJ and Vic to crawl through uncomfortable, close spaces. Dripping, the hot-thickness of aether caused enough water to form on random spots, descending throughout.


© 2020, S.D. McKinley

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Guys, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley

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Friday Fun Trifecta #2

If you remember a while back, we did a segment here on SDMcKinley.com called Friday Fun Links and now it has evolved into Friday Fun Trifecta, where I will feature one thing of each – music, book and visual arts. Welcome to Friday Fun Trifecta #2, albeit a day early. Because, you deserve something early today.

ALI - No Excuses, Women's Lives Matter | The Elephant
This post is dedicated to all the women in the whole world, fighting for true equality. [ Image Source ]

Book:

All Systems Red by Martha Wells [ Image Source ]

I haven’t quite got the chance to dive into this series, yet. Hopefully, St. Nick can bring a copy in through the chimney. I’m even more interested after reading some of the other, zany quotes. Have you read any of this series?

“I liked the imaginary people on the entertainment feed way more than I liked real ones, but you can’t have one without the other.” ― Martha Wells, All Systems Red

[ Quote Source: Good Reads ]