http://www.danny101.com/ The Life and Musings of the Danny en Copyright 2008 Thu, 06 Dec 2007 15:58:52 -0500 http://www.sixapart.com/movabletype/ http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss Visit InhumanGenome.com to purchase mp3's now!]]> http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/you_can_now_purchase_tracks_from_inhuman_genome_pr.php http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/you_can_now_purchase_tracks_from_inhuman_genome_pr.php Mindless Creations Thu, 06 Dec 2007 15:58:52 -0500 A man escapes from a prison where he's been locked up for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns. Inside, he finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair. While tying the homeowner's wife to the bed, the convict gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom. While he's in there, the husband whispers over to his wife: "Listen, this guy is an escaped convict. Look at his clothes! He's probably spent a lot of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, just do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is obviously very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us both. Be strong, honey. I love you!" His wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck - he was whispering in my ear. He told me that he's gay, thinks you're cute, and asked if we had any Vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong. I love you, too." http://www.danny101.com/funny_shit/and_now_for_todays_joke.php http://www.danny101.com/funny_shit/and_now_for_todays_joke.php Funny Shit Tue, 22 May 2007 07:56:56 -0500 Inhuman Genome Project's official web site has been updated with new songs on the Listen page. It is now broken down by project, and has a nice variety of songs, both old and new. Included is a "Play All" player with shuffle and repeat settings, in case you'd like to spend your entire day being reprogrammed.]]> http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/inhumangenomecom_listen_page_revamped.php http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/inhumangenomecom_listen_page_revamped.php Mindless Creations Wed, 02 May 2007 12:10:48 -0500 Check out the new tracks here. I Am The Phantom is an extremely experimental hip hop (of sorts) collaboration between myself, Squaw Music, and Ryan Dennler. New tracks include Daily Progress and Gypsy Vagabond, two mellow songs guaranteed to turn your mind to gelatinous ooze. This is one of many projects by the Inhuman Genome Project. Visit the Inhuman Genome Project Myspace page. Visit the I Am The Phantom Myspace page.]]> http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/two_new_songs_from_i_am_the_phantom.php http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/two_new_songs_from_i_am_the_phantom.php Mindless Creations Tue, 01 May 2007 12:07:19 -0500 Skeletor was finally on the verge of defeating He-Man, and that meant it was time for commercials. Time for the long wait. Typically there were three commercials during each break, but sometimes they would fit as many as four, five, or more in, selling products that I would never care to own. I had watched a documentary about the underhanded psychological techniques used for marketing to children and their stressed out parents, and now I saw through every ploy. Commercials killed the atmosphere, and stopped the momentum of the show I was watching. They pissed me off. I needed to get away. I needed to stay in the show without being dragged down by marketing. I had to be in the show I was watching. I was never He-Man or any other character in a show. I was the unseen ninja who took care of the more dangerous enemies before they reached the characters. I worked covertly, without anyone ever noticing, so when the show came back from commercial, it would continue normally. I was always me, but always in the future, or in a parallell universe. It was obvious to me that an older me of the future or an alternate plane would have explored and mastered the metaphysical realm, and would have powers beyond anyone's understanding. It was common for me to use one of the various psionic powers I could use to control the world around me using nothing but my mind. I never enjoyed watching many shows . . . but all of my friends had gone. I made them uncomfortable, and I knew it. Everything we had in common had disappeared instantly the moment my sister's body was identified and the police had started their investigation into possible suspects. These aren't comfortable topics of conversation for 13 year old boys. I wasn't interested in their games, and they were uncomfortable. What could we possibly have talked about? So I spent my time alone. Sometimes I read. Sometimes I practiced meditation, yoga, and martial arts techniques I had learned in books, determined to hone my mind to absolute perfection. I wanted to see into hidden places, and understand everything around me. Other times I went outside and ran around the remote woods and fields of Santa Fe around our house, fighting enemies, and hanging out with people from dimensions beyond our own. When I felt lazy, and was tired of my small collection of VHS tapes, I watched television. That is how I found myself sitting on the couch, staring helplessly at the television as He-Man's fate hung in the balance, watching ridiculous commercials of children squirting each other incessently with cheap plastic water guns that I, too, could own for just $30 of my parents' money. I was bored with pretending, but I needed an escape. That thought marked the moment when the walls turned to flame, and the floor crumbled beneath my feet. A deep rumbling sound came from the far corner of the room. As I watched, a massive demonic being stepped into the room and stood in the corner, as if stepping up to a podium. His skin was deep crimson, and his eyes were glowing embers set deep inside his misshapen skull. Just as one would expect, goat-like horns protruded from the sides of his head. A wall of assorted lights flashed colorfully in the background, resembling the set of Wheel of Fortune if it were played in hell. An audience of the damned sat enthralled in raised seats that had suddenly materialized all around us, their pale ghostly bodies writhing in pain, but with eyes glistening at the excitement of what was to come. To the demon's side, bound in black steel chains, was the most contrasting image possible in this hellish chamber - my sister Tracy, standing strongly, but with sadness in her eyes as she looked down at me. I began to run to her, but was blocked by a wall of flame that burst from the floor. "Not so fast," the Demon warned, "unless you want me to pull this lever. She'll fall into the abyss, and you'll never see her again." "Don't believe him, Danny," my sister urged. "He has no power over me. This is an illusion. Don't do what he says." The demon was quick to bring my attention back to him. "You will do what I say. You have no choice, and you'll know it as soon as I lay out the terms. Play my game, and you might walk away with her. Lose my game, or refuse to play, and this all will disappear, and you will never see either one of us again." Tracy was shaking her head, pleading with me not to play. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" I asked the demon. "You don't. I may be lying. But you'll play, because . . . what if I'm telling the truth?" I looked back at Tracy, helpless to move in her tightly locked confines. It occurred to me that the pain in her eyes was not for her own fate, but for me. She wanted to help me. It wasn't that she had no fear, but that despite her own fear of eternal suffering in an endless abyss, and despite the lack of danger I faced, she was more immediately concerned with the mental anguish I would face if I couldn't save her. As if reading my thoughts, she nodded. "He won't let you win, and then you'll have to live with the guilt for the rest of your life. You'll have to go back to Mom and Dad and try to act normal, but you'll feel guilty every time they cry for me. You'll spend the rest of your life wondering if you had been just a little bit better, if you could have saved me. Just close your eyes, and when you open them again, this will all be gone." I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. The demon was right. I would play. That's why he wasn't arguing - he didn't need to. Just for this last bit of time I would spend with my sister, it didn't matter if the game was rigged. I had to try, even if it meant living with the guilt of losing. I thought of my parents, and of my other sister, and I knew the pain they were feeling. My mind wandered, and I imagined their expressions when they came home to find Tracy sitting in the living room, talking to me. I saw the tears in their eyes, and their mouths moving to speak words that just wouldn't form. I imagined the days following, and the time we would all spend together, feeling no emotions other than joy and relief. I imagined Michael, Tracy's newborn son, back in her arms, smiling without quite knowing why, only that he felt the familiar arms around him, and heard the familiar voice that had talked to him every day since the day she had found out she was pregnant. I had to bring Tracy back to make my family whole again. "What do you want me to do?" I felt a strange confidence that surprised me. My voice sounded stronger than usual, and it seemed to surprise the demon. It was the confidence of a person who had lost everything that could be taken away. Loss only meant being in the same place I was yesterday. It was time to begin. The challenge, when he spoke it, felt like a trick. It was oddly simple. He simply told me to make myself a bowl of cereal. I realized I was getting hungry. As I considered what type of cereal I was in the mood for, my sister spoke up, "He didn't tell you it's timed. When the commercials end, this all goes away." Immediately I sprinted into the kitchen with my sister's voice behind me, "And if you spill anything, you lose!" I found myself with a new determination and focus, moving with a speed and coordination I had never experienced. In the space of a single commercial, I had run into the kitchen, grabbed a bowl from the cubbard, filled the bowl with cereal, poured in a perfect amount of milk, sprinkled on some sugar, grabbed a spoon, and was running back into the room as the commercial faded to black. I leaped completely over the couch with filled bowl of cereal and milk in tow, and never spilled a drop. As He-Man resumed, I was sitting on the couch with a spoon in my mouth. As Tracy had warned me, the hellish scene faded out as the television show faded in - and with it went my visitors. Tracy was gone. It was no great surprise that the demon had lied, but that did nothing to diminish the pain. I was sure that anyone could be defeated, even a supernatural demonic being. It's simply a matter of finding the right strategy. Despite the stakes, I had failed. The next day, around the same time, the demon returned, along with Tracy and the entire cast of curious apparitions. I had won the first round, he explained, but the next rounds would get progressively more difficult. I would not know how often, when, or how many trials I have would have to pass before being victorious. Objections to his rules, he told me, would be equivalent to a forfeit. And so it went. Occasionally I would be in a store, and there he would appear, calling on me to get out of the store without ever taking a step shorter than 3 tile lengths, and without ever taking a diagonal step. When I was walking through the woods he would rise before me in a plume of smoke to challenge me to climb a high tree and reach a precarious point on a distant branch before the last bit of sun disappeared over the horizon. The rule was quite clear: If I were to ever fail a single task, the game would end. I had to perform every task with speed and precision. One misstep could mean losing my sister forever. It was too much pressure for a boy who was only thirteen years old, but every time I thought the challenge might be too great, I simply remembered the image of my family reunited . . . the looks on everyone's faces when I brought her back with me. I couldn't fail. I didn't fail. No challenge was too great. I succeeded at every task laid before me. The demon became more and more infuriated, and I found myself running faster, jumping higher, and doing things more efficiently than I ever had. I knew I had defeated him, and so did he. That was when the demon stopped appearing, and so did my sister. http://www.danny101.com/historic_illusions/challenges_and_rewards.php http://www.danny101.com/historic_illusions/challenges_and_rewards.php Historic Illusions Wed, 14 Feb 2007 08:54:06 -0500 Oh Anna Nicole... Why did you have to die so young? Your skin was still so smooth, your breasts so large and firm. You were as thin as an anorexic teenage cheerleader. Your face was permanently molded into that camera-ready smile. Surely you were in good health. But alas, it's true. Anna Nicole Smith has passed away at the age of 39. Yet, as enormous an impact that her passing will undoubtedly have on the world, there is an even bigger story - that there is no other news today. Nothing else important happened. At least, nothing nearly so important as Anna's death. CNN has devoted the day to her death. As I watch, reporters and news personalities are listening in their earpieces for updates and talking urgently every time there is something new to report. Giant "BREAKING NEWS" graphics are splashing across the screen. Scheduled guests on Larry King Live were booted instantly to make room for Anna Nicole Smith to be covered for the entire show. They're not stopping there. No single human life will pass unnoticed. For the next 274 years, CNN will devote each and every day to one of the 100,000 Iraqi civilians who have died because of the US invasion. Let us just hope that the world can recover from this grave loss to humankind. http://www.danny101.com/general_insanity/anna_nicole_smith_pronounced_dead_media_integrity.php http://www.danny101.com/general_insanity/anna_nicole_smith_pronounced_dead_media_integrity.php General Insanity Thu, 08 Feb 2007 16:02:02 -0500 Belief / There is a God: If you believe, and it turns out there is a God, then he's an asshole for not just telling you, and you're probably better off spending eternity with that other guy who tried so hard to get through to you all these years. Belief / There is NOT a God: If you believe, and there is no God . . . Wow, what a waste of a human life. You could have been out there solving life's mysteries, but instead you were fooled into thinking you already had them solved. It's a shame for all of us . . . perhaps you would have been just the scientist we needed to save us from all the Christians and their self-fulfilling prophecies. Disbelief / There is a God: At least you didn't give your life for the guy. You dodged the bullet, my friend. Disbelief / There is NOT a God: We're all in luck! You spent your life questioning things you didn't understand, and perhaps solved a few problems in the process. You contributed, and that's what's important. Now, we can progress and evolve as a race, free from dogma and doctrine-imposed morality. And how about those chances? Well, considering how many Gods people believe in, choosing the right one seems to be the real long shot. But let's assume we could all agree on one God, and that all that matters is that a god of some sort exists. The chances, if we're to believe our senses, research, and logic, are about as good as me being Him. My point... Just believe in me. God doesn't gamble.]]> http://www.danny101.com/my_religious_nuts/dannys_wager.php http://www.danny101.com/my_religious_nuts/dannys_wager.php Attempts At Evolution My Religious Nuts Mon, 22 Jan 2007 22:07:20 -0500 poontang* to bring in the New Year! * Bad word for pussy]]> http://www.danny101.com/general_insanity/happy_new_year.php http://www.danny101.com/general_insanity/happy_new_year.php General Insanity Mon, 01 Jan 2007 07:03:12 -0500 This is Part 2 of my "Kill the Television" series. I'll be performing lectures and teaching workshops with a megaphone each weekend on the corner of East and 2nd. "Television Is Bad Parenting" If you found that title offensive, it's likely that you're a bad parent. So now that the offense is out of the way, we can move on. If you're a parent, or might become one, please don't glaze over yet. Hear me out. It all starts with evolution. Because of evolution, humans are social creatures - a necessity for survival when you don't have venomous fangs or claws. In order to work as teams, our ancestors were forced to develop a collective agreement on what's real, what is right and wrong, what's important in life, and what's best for mankind. Those agreements are, to some degree, built into our nature, but with development of technology there comes a time when we should stop and reassess the ways in which we've been programmed. Consider the work of Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, a research psychologist, regarding what he refers to as "Flow". Flow is the same as what athletes would call being in the zone. You're facing a challenge, and although your skills are up to the job, it requires total and absolute concentration. Every ounce of your attention is on the task at hand, because distractions could mean failure. Csikszentmihalyi found that people feel best about themselves and most satisfied with their lives when they experience this state on a regular basis. Anyone who has ever achieved this state of mind (which is most of us) can attest to its effects, but most of us don't know how to achieve it at will. Csikszentmihalyi's research has only uncovered one solid way to accomplish this, and that is to constantly challenge yourself, and to constantly improve. So it seems that the optimal state of man occurs when he is constantly striving for improvement, as individuals and as a species . . . constantly pushing himself, constantly raising the bar, facing new challenges, accumulating knowledge and wisdom, and improving. A life of ease and comfort is probably what most people are aiming for, but studies have consistently shown that people are least content with their lives when they're doing passive activities, like watching the television. People enjoy life when they're doing something meaningful. You might enjoy watching your favorite shows, but when you weigh that against the things you could be achieving with the television off, the comparison is clear. Here's my personal experience: Several years ago, I moved into a new place and decided for the immediate future to forsake my cable television. It was supposed to be temporary. I had a lot to get done, and had to stay focused. I didn't want any distractions. I assumed it would be tough and that I would be ordering cable in a matter of days, but I was wrong. For a day or so I wasn't sure what to do other than to make some music. So I sat in my home studio and worked for days straight. At first I would get tired after a while and want to take a break . . . and I had no idea what to do. I didn't want to stop the momentum; I just didn't have the energy left. So I stared at a wall until finally I got bored and went back in the studio. When I left the house, at least a small piece of my mind would always be looking for inspiration. I bought a digital voice recorder so that I could record ideas any time they came to me. Within a few weeks I had a collection of ideas so extensive that I'll never be able to finish them all. This is my point: Removing the single largest offender of time waste creates a vacuum that has to be filled. You're not going to stare at the wall forever, and neither will your child. Your mind will get bored and look for ideas, and soon you'll be doing something different to fill your time. Whatever that thing is, surely it will be better for you than televegetating. If it happens to be something productive, that's even better. Would anybody possibly disagree with the opinion that mankind would be better off if we lived our lives in this way, constantly learning and creating challenges rather than sitting in front of the television? If we agree on that much, then how can you possibly justify putting your child in front of a television set? Do you think that if your child has no television, he or she won't find something else to do? Maybe when deprived of television, children will go out and play with some friends. Maybe they'll get some exercise. Maybe children will begin reading books, like they used to do in ancient times. They may want to take some lessons in something. Maybe they'll do some thinking. I'm not saying this is all without risk, though . . . it may force you to spend more time with them.]]> http://www.danny101.com/attempts_at_evolution/television_is_bad_parenting.php http://www.danny101.com/attempts_at_evolution/television_is_bad_parenting.php Attempts At Evolution General Insanity Sun, 31 Dec 2006 16:46:12 -0500 This is Part 1 of my "Kill the Television" series. I'll be performing lectures and teaching workshops with a megaphone each weekend on the corner of East and 2nd. I'd like to try a little experiment that just might do some good in the world. If it works, we could start an epidemic that could lead to enhanced creativity, renewed motivation, a leap in understanding, the fall of our governments, a loss of prejudice, and maybe even the salvation of mankind himself. The experiment is simple. I merely want all of my readers to cancel their cable television and unhook any antennas. Call now and cancel. It's that simple. Hook up that dvd player. Relax and watch a movie. Eat some popcorn. Just stay away from those channels. "But I can't watch movies 24 hours a day for two weeks straight! What am I supposed to do?" I honestly don't care. Stare at a wall. Look at porno. Even better, go camping. Write a book. Make a porno. Hug your family. Meditate. Learn to play the sitar. Invent a gadget. Still need ideas? Because I haven't watched tv in months - I can do this all day! Once two weeks have passed, I'd like for you to write me regarding your experiences. Most likely you will inform me that the addiction has been broken, and you will thank me for freeing you of the chains that have kept you enslaved. Your new heightened intelligence quotient will help you to not only defeat and escape the slavemaster yourself, but to build underground railroads for all of your friends. Just taste the freedom for two weeks. See how it feels.]]> http://www.danny101.com/attempts_at_evolution/television_homicide_research.php http://www.danny101.com/attempts_at_evolution/television_homicide_research.php Attempts At Evolution Sat, 30 Dec 2006 23:03:53 -0500 I keep getting emails from people who put quotes from famous people in their signatures. Sometimes it could be a quote from renowned philosopher Donald Trump, while other times the quote might be attributed to some guy named Yeats. I thought this was an excellent idea, so I'm going to be including in all of my email signatures quotes from my personal role model, poetic master and lyrical wizard Pinhead. Examples include: "Pain has a face. Allow me to show it to you." "I . . . am . . . pain" "Human dreams... such fertile ground for the seeds of torment." "You think your nighttime world is closed to me? Your mind is so naked. A book that yearns to be read. A door that begs to be opened." "Down the dark decades of your pain, this will seem like a memory of Heaven." "Your suffering will be legendary, even in hell!" "But please, feel free, explore. We have eternity to know your flesh." "It is not hands that summon us. It is desire." "Explorers in the further regions of experience. Demons to some. Angels to others." "We have such sights to show you!" "Do I look like some one who cares what God thinks?" "You solved the box, we came, Now you must come with us. Taste our pleasures." "You show me where Stalin is buried and I'll show you a Communist plot." http://www.danny101.com/general_insanity/what_is_your_pleasure_sir.php http://www.danny101.com/general_insanity/what_is_your_pleasure_sir.php Entertainment Commentary General Insanity Sat, 30 Dec 2006 04:20:13 -0500 The clouds have cleared and I’ve found myself steering down a desolate road into a distant sunrise on the horizon, a dimmed and distant memory of sight and sound now found and made flesh beseeching my minds eye, yet just out of reach; still I try. Trails of dust lie before me on the beaten path leading to my rebirth, left behind by the many who have passed these crossroads before me. Familiar terrain so frighteningly new, a frontier to explore that never grows old. With the rising of the sun, each memory is replaced by another, and yet more as the dam collapses, flooding my mind to the point of drowning in a sea of forgotten joys. The memory returns of a mirror that burns within a brilliant ring of flames, capturing in its reflection the world as a better place. Gaining entry to its world took a key that was given and misplaced . . . a key that is sure to find me once again. http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/the_key_to_the_mirror.php http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/the_key_to_the_mirror.php Mindless Creations Fri, 29 Dec 2006 14:19:34 -0500 The pain is forgotten when I stare too long Eyes burn, stomach churns, and still I fall Inward, into that vast expanse of mind No sign of land below, just this expansive glow And still I know, this is home All alone, my sins atoned, I fall And still I know, this is home Stared too long, and hoped too strongly For the daydream I’m lost in To one day soften these wicked scars I lick my wounds, and savor the blood My landing is soon And still that voice beckons Calls me forth to that distant place inside me To put this madness behind me Never alone, but often lost I need only follow that voice To find my way home And here I am, gutted and ready to consume My pain an open door An open sore, for anyone to see and touch I sacrifice my life, but it’s not much I wish only that I had more to give More time to live I cry once more for the days that are lost And try once more to get my message across Eyes and ears open, I can see through the haze My gaze passes all around, perpetually amazed At this vast expanse of mind These layers of wisdom and thoughts entertwined Lost in myself, but never alone I know just where I am, and I know this is home http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/the_voice.php http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/the_voice.php Mindless Creations Fri, 29 Dec 2006 14:07:00 -0500 There was a loud party at my apartment, and I had gone to my room for some peace and quiet. My friend Sarah followed me into the room to check on me, so I asked her to sit, and conversation ensued. The topics of conversation are lost in memory, but I can still clearly visualize the change in the air as the discussion continued. The room was dark, lit only by the moon and stars outside my window. As Sarah spoke to me, her voice deepened in pitch and tone, as if a record had been slowed down briefly. She snapped back into the correct pitch, and the discussion continued. A few minutes passed before it happened again. Shortly after the second occurance, the familiar halo formed around Sarah's head and body. It grew in thickness until it seemed she was immersed in jelly. Her movements became slower, and her voice again deepened. I could no longer understand what she was saying. The solution to this dilemma was clear, so I immediately willed the jelly toward me, and allowed it to slowly enclose me in a gelatinous membrane. While the rest of the world moved at lightning speed, time, for me, had slowed immeasurably. I moved my hand, and although I could clearly feel all the familiar motor reactions, my hand merely crept before my field of vision, followed by its countless ghosts, moving at an equally patient pace. I moved my hand again, this time making an effort to wave it in front of my face as quickly as my muscles would allow. I could feel the force of inertia . . . the tension in my arm . . . the air against my skin. Just to be sure, I asked Sarah if she had just seen my hand move quickly. She appeared confused, but gave the appropriate answer in her vastly deepened voice: "Yes . . . uhh . . . why?" My only answer was a laugh. These mundane questions were for another time... when time itself flowed normally. I had just accomplished the impossible, and right now there was fun to be had. I had willed time to a near stop, and had no idea how long I could make it last. With this realization, I bolted from my seat on the floor. My bedroom door was closed and approaching quickly, and I had not quite gotten my bearings on this new rate of time. I thought I might crash, but had enough time to analyze the situation, look at the door handle, reach toward it, and twist the knob just as my body reached the obsctruction. The door flew open to reveal a well-lit room filled with people drinking and smoking. I thought for several moments about this crowd. When they turn, will they see what I see? Will they see me moving at blinding speeds, or at slow speeds... or at normal speed? Do I even like these people? After several moments of pondering these questions, the sound of the door crashing open reached their ears, and eyes began turning in my direction. Before their eyes had time to focus, I was outside in the cold winter air, taking deep breaths into my lungs. I could feel the cold air as it entered my nostrils, made its way through my trachea, down into my lungs. It occurred to me that running was a particularly amusing spectacle, as I glanced down at my feet and saw them moving as though I were swimming in molasses - although my basic understanding of physics confirmed that I was running at a normal pace. This was my most amusing observation yet. No matter how fast I ran, I would still perceive my movement in extreme slow motion. So I ran . . . and I ran faster. I pushed myself harder than I ever had. The faster I ran, the more I pushed, until my feet were gliding over the asphalt like a gazelle, every step a massive leap forward. My feet began to blur, as did the ground, and still I pushed faster. The distance covered by every step was my only reference to my actual speed, and I realized I had probably never run so quickly. Yet I had never moved so slowly. My world was gelatinous and slow, yet I could use the physics around me to determine my speed relative to the speed of normal experience. As my feet crossed from asphalt into grass, I lifted my eyes from my slow moving feet to survey the landscape ahead. As my eyes lifted, I saw an obstruction in my path. It was a set of monkey bars in the playground for the children of my apartment complex. The children were shorter than me, so the wooden board holding the bars in place was roughly forehead height. I had plenty of time to analyze the situation. Inertia had not gone away with my slowing of perceptions. I realized that there simply was not enough time to make appropriate adjustments adjustments in order to prevent impact with my skull, so I watched in wonder as the board very slowly approached me in my final step, before being awoken by a horrified Sarah and a laughing roommate. I lifted my head to scan my surroundings and make sense of what had happened, and found myself lying in grass. I touched my head, and my hand came away bloody. I asked what had happened, and my roommate David explained that everyone was partying, and I had suddenly darted from my room and out the front door so quickly that the only person who had time to see me was him . . . and only because he had been looking at my door at that moment pondering when I would come out to join the party. I asked how long I had been out, and noticed Sarah's eyes filling with tears. She told me five minutes had passed and that I had just layed there limp while they pushed and yelled at me. They were about to call an ambulance when I finally opened my eyes. "What the hell were you doing? I've never seen anybody run that fast." I replied, "But I've never moved so slowly! Watch!" I had realized that time was still under my control. I wanted to demonstrate my new powers, but in the haze of my head trauma, it didn't occur to me that they wouldn't see it. I took only one step before my head crashed into the very same spot that had knocked me out the first time. This time they had me awake in only a matter of seconds. They helped me inside, and with a head soaked in fresh blood, I finally joined the party. http://www.danny101.com/historic_illusions/a_time_of_slowness_and_head_trauma.php http://www.danny101.com/historic_illusions/a_time_of_slowness_and_head_trauma.php Historic Illusions Fri, 29 Dec 2006 11:05:10 -0500 The smoke settles, unveiling a mountain built upon the ash and rubble of a crumbled dream. One more frontier to explore, though I've been here once before. http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/a_vision_of_union.php http://www.danny101.com/mindless_creations/a_vision_of_union.php Mindless Creations Thu, 28 Dec 2006 22:51:26 -0500