Heavy Logix.

Lateral Thoughts on Life.

Eye on Evolution.

  Which came first, the chicken or the egg ?

  Yesterday a friend was trying to convince me that Evolution is not a complete theory and that creation can only be explained by some form of Intelligent Design. I listened amusedly to his various arguments then I waved a hand and cut him off.

  “You’re preaching to the choir, dude. How can something as complicated as an eyeball just evolve ?” I asked.


   That’s like the concept several people have that a million monkeys typing randomly for a million years will one day write a tome to equal those of Shakespeare himself. I disagree.

    I see things differently.


 I visited the La Brea Tar Pits, years ago,  a leading museum about Evolution and I noticed the statues of  Evolution they had there seemed to be pushing some sort of Racial superiority dogma. The most evolved looked like some Caucasians and the less evolved statues looked more African. 

 I also noted that there was an exhibit with a flying dinosaur where of the hundreds of bones that they assume this creature to have they had only found a handful.

   Based on these observations it seemed to me that there was as much guesswork, fantasy and political wranglings in the Cult of  Evolution as there was in other religious cults.

  And this whole Carbon Dating thing I’m not convinced about the accuracy of that either.  

    Some questions just can’t be answered, Who or what created Creation itself is probably one of them.


May 10, 2009 Posted by | fiction, In the Beginning, non fiction, philosophy, writing | , | 5 Comments

Mind Frack Movies and other Subliminal Sugar Coats.

“May the Force be with you.”

What does Battle Star Galactica have in common with Mormons ? Absolutely nothing right ? Wrong.

Most people are caught up in the superficial they are not even interested in the deeper side of things.
The viewers may choose to remain “Clueless” but many of these shows have powerful and profound origins packaged

carefully to seduce their minds on a subconscious level.

Many people watch shows and movies religiously , some even think of themselves as experts, on them, without having a clue

as to the origins or the hidden messages they contain. Many movies, and even comics and cartoons, are like Trojan horses. They
appear as one thing and contain something else, way more potent.

The entertainment is really just a ruse, it’s like the sugar coat, that they put on medicine, to get you to swallow it. The shows
with the deepest, most religious, or politically subversive, ideas are often coated in an innocent garb. They suck you in with a
Pied-Piper like melody, it’s sweet like R. Kelly’s music and then it leads you somewhere you never even knew existed.

What message was more politically astute than that of “The Emperor’s New Clothes” ? It’s still told today, as a kid’s story.

Did you realize that the movie “Clueless” is just a repackaging of “Emma”, the classic by Jane Austen ? Do you realize the depth of religious messages some people find in movies like Star Wars, Matrix, and Lord of the Rings ?

“Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe” is all innocent fiction or just fantasy right ? What about Harry Potter ?

“You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.” the Borg are real but now they are making movies and video games like Grand Theft Auto and your kids are eating it up. Luckily you adults are not so gullible, right ?

“Live Long and Prosper”. Oh yeah, that Vulcan hand salute of Spock has a special significance in Judaism. Maybe you watch religiously because these shows, these cultural memes, are religion.

March 1, 2009 Posted by | blog, In the Beginning, Marketing, movies, non fiction, Psychology, writing | 3 Comments

Geronimo !

Geronimo !

I scream the word, like a crazy white actor, dressed as a red-indian, in an old cowboy  movie, and in so doing I have finally jumped into the blog-o-sphere.

Geronimo !

Geronimo !

I’m not sure if my parachute will open, or if I even have one, but it’s a great feeling, a sense of  Freedom, the breeze on my face and seeing all those clouds rushing closer below me.

Who pushed me to do such a thing ? Start a blog ? It was some dude I barely know who appropriately calls himself Mad Bull. “Start a blog”, he said and the words echoed in my mind, ricocheting off the walls of the  empty space and then erupting from my mouth.

” Start a blog ! “, ok, there it is, there, I said it too.

That’s where it all begins, in the words, speaking it into being, as some New-Age Christian would say, while clutching a hardly used Bible. Everything is created twice. First in the mind and then in Reality.

That’s why every blog needs a name. “Name it, then claim it ! “, the little New-Age leprechaun was jumping on my shoulder now and it hurt as she shouted.

What do I name my blog ? It’s a tough question, especially when you have no idea what it’s going to be about yet.

Can’t call it Mad Bull’s Blog, luckily that name is already taken.

Red Bull ? Nah, serious copyright infringement and I’m a low-energy kind of guy. “Do less, achieve more” is my mantra.

Bull S-8-7-6 ? Hmmm , getting warmer but not quite right.

What’s a blog anyhow ? A Big Log ! Maybe that could work, overstating the obvious and yet it had a hidden meaning too. Pretty much  still Bull S*&% though. Nope, I needed more.

I felt I needed to move away from Bull altogether, I relished independence, even though it’s impossible to exist without others. Like Custer’s Last Stand. Geronimo indeed ! My blog would be a fatalistic futile stand for Complete Independence. I’d sing like Frank Sinatra in the shower, I’d do it My Way. Even if others liked it eventually, it was really all about me. Me-Me-Me and maybe some interesting memes too. Like a Ninja seeking to find Enlightenment but given instead a Mirror.

That’s it “Narcissistic Dithyrambs”, thats the name ! A way to stare at my naked navel and act like I’m doing something profound. Kinda obscure title though, might not even appear on any search engines. Annie Paul, one of the few bloggers I really,really admired, had told me to keep search engines in mind when picking a name. So I keep my mind Googling…as I fall.

Maybe the simpler name “Inane Prattling” could work too ?

No ! I wanted my blog to be taken seriously and even if it appeared to be “Inane Prattling”, to others, at least I’d take myself seriously.

Another leprechaun suddenly appeared…vaguely resembling my long-lost brother…he began jumping on my other shoulder and screaming gleefully,”You’re falling.You can’t even pick a Name.You’re too  heavy”, he meant it as an insult…I smiled …falling faster now …it’s just what I am… Heavy.

Heavy and I’m always thinking…Logics… Lateral Thinking and Strategy…even in this crazy-yyy freefall… to nowhere fast.

So there it was…the haterz had actually made me stronger.They’d helped me understand myself, they had given me My Name.

Heavy Logix is gonna drop on them !

January 11, 2009 Posted by | In the Beginning, Lateral Thinking, Strategy | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments