What brown through yonder window breaks?

This is a rant.

Topics: infrasound, sonic weapons, transcendance, labor, money, value.

“divers exposed to continuous low frequency tones for durations longer than 15 minutes has involved in some cases the development of immediate and long-term problems affecting brain tissue. The symptoms resembled those of individuals who had suffered minor head injuries. One theory for a causal mechanism is that the prolonged sound exposure resulted in enough mechanical strain to brain tissue to induce an encephalopathy. Divers and aquatic mammals may also suffer lung and sinus injuries from high intensity, low frequency sound. This is due to the ease with which low frequency sound passes from water into a body, but not into any pockets of gas in the body, which reflect the sound due to mismatched acoustic impedance” Wikipedia

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.businessinsider.in/the-us-just-made-an-important-link-between-a-mysterious-illness-in-china-to-strange-noises-in-cuba/amp_articleshow/64503889.cms

There are plenty of other emerging sources regarding the puzzling and frightening attacks on US diplomats in Cuba and China. Read ’em.

Possibly an infrasound experiment gone wild? Mysterious sonic illnesses affecting diplomats in Cuba, then China, at the frontiers of secure telecommunications, are they weapons or cross products of competing signalling technology? Is it a combination of competing systems affected by persistent or transient gas phases located in the body, perhaps,  or in the body AND the environment? Very mysterious and weird. And bad. Whatever this strange episode entails, much curiousity will attend its unfolding.

Weaponizing scientific work is such a shitty fate, and is avoidable when people do what is right and speak out against injustice and violence. We need a sharadigm. A way to come together. Commercializing the ISS, for example, will lead to disparity, because monetization leads to inequality. Money is not value. It is fiat, a conveyance based upon a false sense of dynamic stability. Issuance of currency doesn’t work. Dollar vs BRICS doesn’t work. Dollar vs dollar doesn’t work. Hoping in this century our species realizes its global profile and true powers, how tremendous and cray they may be. Reflect on that.

Our children have the world at their fingertips. That is how cool they are.

We will use advanced computational models to unlock interspecies communication. I always thought that the ironic search for intelligent life in the universe consistently places nonhuman terrestrial critters in its blindspots. Social intelligence in animals other than humans is fascinating. Whales, certain birds, mollusks and other creatures have different, highly evolved senses than what neurotypical humans are used to understanding.

We will always return to biological models because…we cannot fly with these dumb arms. We cannot walk naked in every clime, or even in our own cities or homes. We cannot go where whales go, much less to other galaxies.  Civilizati is haunted by relics of power and wealth. The map is not the territory, but both are resplendent with the symbols of the past. Our old earth. I wish we were more oceanic. I remember North Korea dumped a virtually braindead captive on US doorstep some time ago, recently, and the poor soul died a few days later of a mysterious brain injury. No one reportedly knew what to make of his malady or why he died.

I know not everyone wakes up to read research papers and science news every day. Some people look forward to the mundane inelastic product of our mortal coil. Another rung. Slobbering at the bell. Another carrot, another bullshit job, another cowardly hour in the shade.

Which is why I slapped my nipples with Genoa salami at work in a pizzaria and feigned arousal in front of the evil nitwits who worked there. They were scared. Because I was free.  I was pretty sure they would disinvite me from covering for the missing manager again.

I play the brown keys on the giving piano, the secondary harmonics of shit jobs with greasy prehensile nipples. My children, Mirth and Outrage, suckle so nicety.

“Everything that dough boy does is wrong” – Tom Waits

 

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