Better To Burn Out Than It Is To Rust

Livejournal down again. I had a thing to post with a bit about a Brad Pitt movie, some quotes about this biblical "Tyrus", but now I have to wait. First it just stopped working, then it said it was having scheduled maintenance, then it said it was undergoing emergency maintenance. I just know there were these pictures I had for the funny bit about Tyrus. They were pictures from Ocean's 11 actually.

Then I got here to post on blogger instead of the LJ, a common fallback of mine, and saw that the last time I was here I put up some Tyler Durden quotations.

Well that is pretty weird.

So here was the draft I saved from elsewhere.

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The sun tells me I am back on track. You know me of course, and you know that I like it best when the sun tells me there are hot buddhist girls. Please keep that in mind when reading today's excerpt about "Tyrus".

Who is Tyrus you ask?



Tyrus? It rings a bell?



Oh, of course now you see how the syllables are reversed.



Here is what I should have posted for yesterday except I ran out of time when the cafe got busy. I got to read it again at Imago Dei last evening while going to check out this "Refuge", which I will tell you had some very nice cookies. I think I could like that place quite a bit. I left them a long message on their dry-erase board about their relationship with my online materials and so forth, and also cheering their support of a local women's shelter this Xmas, which seems like a great idea. I laid down for a while and read afterward, saw this, and then also the other bit which says "yeah we saw your note and erased it but thanks for the kind wishes".

1 Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed?

2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.

7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.

8 He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.

9 And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.

10 Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.

11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.

12 Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors: and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.

"I'll never be your beast of Durden"

IMDB

Tyler Durden quotes from Fight Club (1999) Lou: [Lou hits Tyler in the face] Do you hear me now? Tyler Durden: No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou. [Lou hits Tyler again] Tyler Durden: Still not getting it. [Lou hits Tyler a few more times] Tyler Durden: Ok, I got it. Shit, I lost it. [Lou continues to beat up Tyler] Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may. Tyler Durden: Fight Club was the beginning, now it's moved out of the basement, it's called Project Mayhem. Narrator: [Tyler steers the car into the opposite lane and accelerates] What are you doing? Tyler Durden: Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died? Ricky: Paint a self-portrait. The Mechanic: Build a house. Tyler Durden: [to Narrator] And you? Narrator: I don't know. Turn the wheel now, come on! Tyler Durden: You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? Narrator: I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? Fine. Come on! Tyler Durden: Not good enough. Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? Tyler Durden: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted. Tyler Durden: Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility! [first lines] [Tyler points a gun into the Narrator's mouth] Narrator: [voiceover] People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden: Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator: ...i... ann... iinn... ff... nnyin... Narrator: [voiceover] With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. [Tyler removes the gun from the Narrator's mouth] Narrator: I can't think of anything. Narrator: [voiceover] For a second I totally forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is. Tyler Durden: Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator: mumbles... Tyler Durden: I'm sorry... Narrator: I still can't think of anything. Tyler Durden: Ah... flashback humor. Narrator: This is crazy... Tyler Durden: People do it everyday, they talk to themselves... they see themselves as they'd like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it. Tyler Durden: In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway. Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. Tyler Durden: God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas. [while burning the Narrator's hand with lye] Tyler Durden: Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? Narrator: No, no, I... don't... Tyler Durden: Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. Narrator: It isn't? Tyler Durden: We don't need him! Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. [meeting aboard an airliner] Narrator: What do you do for a living? Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested? Narrator: He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry. [the Narrator looks at Tyler, who's urinating in a pot] Tyler Durden: Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. Narrator: Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on the meringue, sneezed on braised endive, and as for the cream of mushroom soup, well... Tyler Durden: [snickers] Go ahead. Tell 'em. Narrator: ...you get the idea. Tyler Durden: Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space. Narrator: [reading] I am Jack's colon. Tyler Durden: I get cancer, I kill Jack. [the narrator pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth] Narrator: Fuck. Tyler Durden: Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart. Tyler Durden: Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me. Tyler Durden: The salt balance has to be just right, so the best fat for making soap comes from humans. Narrator: Wait. What is this place? Tyler Durden: A liposuction clinic. Tyler Durden: We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra. Narrator: Martha Stewart. Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. [Of Marla] Tyler Durden: She's a predator posing as a house pet. Tyler Durden: [his face is soaked in blood; he is shaking it over Lou and screaming] You don't know where I've been. You don't know where I've been. Just let us have the basement, Lou! [while the narrator is on the phone with the police] Tyler Durden: Tell him. Tell him, The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions. Tyler Durden: Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction... Narrator: What are we doing tonight? Tyler Durden: Tonight? We make soap. Narrator: Really. Tyler Durden: To make soap, first we render fat. Narrator: Hello? Tyler Durden: [Eating breakfast cereal] Who is this? Narrator: Tyler? Tyler Durden: Who is this? Narrator: Uh... we met... we met on the airplane. We had the same suitcase. Uh... the clever guy? Tyler Durden: Oh yeah, right. [Snickers] Tyler Durden: Ok? Narrator: I called a second ago, th - there was no answer, I'm at the payphone... Tyler Durden: - yeah, I *69ed you, I never pick up my phone. [Crunch, crunch] Tyler Durden: So what's up, huh? Narrator: Uh, well... You're not gonna believe this... Tyler Durden: Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO! [to the Narrator who has just fired a warning shot into the window of an explosives filled van] Tyler Durden: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE! Tyler Durden: I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me. [about Tyler splicing frames of pornography into family films] Narrator: So when the snooty cat, and the courageous dog, with the celebrity voices meet for the first time in reel three, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film. [the audience is watching the film, the pornography flashes for a split second] Narrator: Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did... Tyler Durden: A nice, big cock... [several audience members look rattled, a little girl is crying] Narrator: Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work. Tyler Durden: [to the police chief] Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us. Narrator: You're insane. Tyler Durden: No, you're insane. Narrator: Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one big reel. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for it, you can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen. Tyler Durden: In the industry, we call them "cigarette burns." Narrator: That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the movie keeps right on going, and nobody in the audience has any idea. Tyler Durden: Why would anyone want this shit job? Narrator: Because it affords him other interesting opportunities. Tyler Durden: Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films. [while narrator is on the phone] Tyler Durden: Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions. Tyler Durden: You're too old, fat man. Your tits are too big. [Tyler walks away, throwing his cigarette] Tyler Durden: Get the fuck off my porch. Narrator: Tyler, I'm grateful to you; for everything that you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this. Tyler Durden: What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it. [the Narrator's apartment has just been blown to pieces] Narrator: I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete. Tyler Durden: Shit man, now it's all gone. Tyler Durden: Just tell him you fuckin' did it. Tell him you blew it all up. That's what he wants to hear. Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need. Tyler Durden: Well you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living Narrator: Bob is dead, they shot him in the head! Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs. Tyler Durden: [the Narrator places the gun under his chin and cocks back the hammer] Now why would you want to go and blow your head off? Narrator: Not my head, Tyler, *our* head. Tyler Durden: [the Narrator is trying to disarm a car bomb of nitroglycerin] You don't know which wire to pull. Narrator: I know everything you do, so if you know I know. Tyler Durden: Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all days thinking about the wrong wires. [Narrator pauses] Narrator: I want you to listen to me very carefully, Tyler. Tyler Durden: Okay... Narrator: My eyes are open. [the Narrator puts the gun into his mouth and pulls trigger] Tyler Durden: We are all part of the same compost heap. Tyler Durden: Now, ancient people found their clothes got cleaner if they washed them at a certain spot in the river. You know why? Narrator: No. Tyler Durden: Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt, water speeded through the wood ashes to create lye. [holds up a bottle] Tyler Durden: This is lye - the crucial ingredient. The lye combined with the melted fat of the bodies, till a thick white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please? [Tyler licks his lips until they're gleaming wet - he takes the Narrator's hand and kisses the back of it] Narrator: What is this? Tyler Durden: This... [pours the lye on the Narrator's hand] Tyler Durden: ... is chemical burn. Narrator: You're fucking Marla, Tyler. Tyler Durden: Uh, technically, you're fucking Marla, but it's all the same to her. Tyler Durden: Something on your mind, dear? Tyler Durden: This is a chemical burn. It will hurt more than you've ever been burned before. You will have a scar. Tyler Durden: If you could fight anyone, who would you fight? Narrator: I'd fight my boss, prob'ly. Tyler Durden: Really. Narrator: Yeah, why, who would you fight? Tyler Durden: I'd fight my dad. Narrator: I don't know my dad. I mean, I know him, but... he left when I was like six years old. Married this other woman, had some other kids. He like did this every six years, he goes to a new city and starts a new family. Tyler Durden: Fucker's setting up franchises. Tyler Durden: Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler. Tyler Durden: My dad never went to college, so it was real important that I go. Narrator: Sounds familiar. Tyler Durden: So I graduate, I call him up long distance, I say "Dad, now what?" He says, "Get a job." Narrator: Same here. Tyler Durden: Now I'm 25, make my yearly call again. I say Dad, "Now what?" He says, "I don't know, get married." Narrator: I can't get married, I'm a 30 year old boy. Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need. Narrator: What do you do? Tyler Durden: What do you mean? Narrator: What do you do for a living? Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested? Narrator: Why wasn't I told about Project Mayhem? Tyler Durden: What are you talking about? Narrator: Why didn't you include me, in the beginning? Tyler Durden: Fight Club *was* the beginning. Narrator: [looking at a Calvin Klein ad on a bus] Is that what a man looks like? Tyler Durden: [laughs] Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-destruction... Tyler Durden: If you could fight anyone, who would you fight? Narrator: Shatner. I'd fight William Shatner. Tyler Durden: *slaps the Narrator, throws away goggles* Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, and in all probability, he HATES you. It's not the worst thing that can happen. Narrator: It isn't? Tyler Durden: We don't NEED Him! Narrator: *squirms* We don't - we don't - ! Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We're God's unwanted children, SO BE IT! Lou: *punches Tyler in face* You here me now? Tyler Durden: Alright, alright, I got it. I got it - shit I lost it. Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can. Narrator: What do you want me to do? You want me to hit you? Tyler Durden: Come on, do me this one favor. Narrator: Why? Tyler Durden: Why? I don't know why, I don't know. Never been in a fight, you? Narrator: No, but that's a good thing. Tyler Durden: No, man it's not. How much can you know yourself if you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die with out any scars. Tyler Durden: [Robbing a liposuction clinic] The richest, creamiest fat in the world. The fat of the land. Tyler Durden: This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It's right here. Look at it. Narrator: I'm going to my cave. I'm going to my cave and I'm going to find my power animal. Tyler Durden: No! Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does.

Fear Trilogy Plus

The "Fear Series" is a set of four songs by the band Rush. The series consists of Part I: "The Enemy Within" (from 1984's Grace Under Pressure), Part II: "The Weapon" (from 1982's Signals), Part III: "Witch Hunt" (from 1981's Moving Pictures) and Part IV: "Freeze" (from 2002's Vapor Trails). Parts I, II, and III were released in reverse order, while Part IV was released a little more than 18 years after Part I. The songs do not follow a set storyline. Instead, they deal with topics relating to the emotion of fear. In a 1994 interview, Neil Peart describes what inspired the "Fear" Series:

“The idea for the trilogy was suggested by an older man telling that he didn't think life was ruled by love, or reason, or money, or the pursuit of happiness -- but by fear. This smart-but-cynical guy's position was that most people's actions are motivated by fear of being hungry, fear of being hurt, fear of being alone, fear of being robbed, etc., and that people don't make choices based on hope that something good will happen, but in fear that something bad will happen. I reacted to this the way all of us tend to react to generalities: 'Well, I'm not like that!' But then I started thinking about it more, watching the way people around me behaved, and I soon realised that there was something to this viewpoint, So I sketched out the three 'theaters of fear,' as I saw them: how fear works inside us ("The Enemy Within"), how fear is used against us ("The Weapon"), and how fear feeds the mob mentality ("Witch Hunt"). As it happened, the last theme was easiest to deal with, so it was written first, and consequently appeared first on record, and the other two followed in reverse order for the same reason.

I was excited to post on LJ "hey I think I just killed LJ" but of course LJ is still dead, and I will have to wait a while to edit the post that killed it, so I'm repeating it here. It starts off with a complaint about being broke, links to a musical description of my morning, and then has these two videos here, which are meant to be viewed simultaneously. The sound level on the song "Barbarian" has to be turned down a bunch to get the full mash-up effect. But there you go, that's what happened on that other service. I found two video files meant to be viewed together, and then something immediately appeared to intervene.

Livejournal down!

Thank you MT!



This is the thing which is now driving me crazy.



Bergen named this book "The Longest War" because it is technically accurate in that the amount of time involved in fighting the last eleven years has been longer than any other extended conflict we've been in.

What gets me about the book is how I am still at the center of all those ciphers, which is not bad so much as terrifying, to think that I will have to be responsible for absorbing all those cover stories just so someday I can say holy shit these people have been lying about genocide since 2001.

I hear over and over again about the value of work, but if the value of work is material success, then the people with the most material must be the best people because they did this noble "work" so much.

That makes the rich people taking over the world into people who feel they deserve to own the world just because they have $4 billion laying around with which to buy a Congress.

The Longest War if anything else, was an investment paid by a company to a writer paid to write such books, writing about a fundraiser which was secretly listed as an act of war so that funds could be raised selling machines of war for as long as it takes to start a war and end it without being caught treating it like a fundraiser. And I am reading it because I am completely broke and homeless, trying to navigate the life of a human rights victim while surrounded by campaigns and celebrities and just enough food stamps to eat bread until the end of the month.

Trillions upon trillions of dollars spent just so that people can demonstrate how egregiously they will spend just to demonstrate that books can be written in which I am blamed for every bad thing that's ever happened to anybody since the invention of the dangling chad, describing how much was spent getting away with this book writing process, which is still ongoing as long as it is still unfinished and thus unprocessed by me the remote editor/receiver in the field being nursed through an international incident at the magazine section of the grocery store.

What I want to do is show Marty because I think he's been pointing out some stuff in the Willy Week that I happen to agree with, and I don't mean the literal interpretation of his recent article, but rather the secret content on that other frequency, which I know he must be familiar with at the very least because he knows people from the precise house in 1999 where the Paper Street Soap Company never happened.