..i još nešto što sam primetio: koliko god lišen smisla i očigledne svrhe, tekst poprima sve više odlika filozofskog razmišljanja što više puštam misli da slobodno teku, od apsolutnog apsurda na početku, ka delimično razumljivim momentima inverzne logike na kraju.

Sun 11 Nov 2007 12:59:48 AM CET

spavanje je kao puding.
puding sa jagodama. sa slagom.
kada covek razmisli, imajuci u vidu da je covek i da jede, spavanje se moze tako cvrsto povezati sa pudingom, da srazmere takvih misli dostizu zastrasujuce dimenzije. ok lose sam se izrazio, spava mi se. i u tome je poenta.
ako bi svako spavao dovoljno, i ako bi jeo dovoljno pudinga, u svetu bi stvari bile mnogo lakse.
niko ne bi patio od nesanice. takodje niko ne bi ceznuo za pudingom.
vrlo jednostavna, a ipak opste zanemarena analogija!

s druge strane, stvari koje san moze da vam uradi su nove, cudne, ne ispitane i pomalo skakljive kao tema.
niko u sustini nije shvatio poslednju liniju sna. poslednja linija bilo koje stvari na svetu predstavlja njeno totalno rasvetljavanje. s druge strane poslednja linija sna, predstavlja njegov uspon. podizanje na sledeci nivo. uvodjenje zdrave svesti u celu pricu.

nesumnjive posledice koje snom opsednuti ljudski subjekti pokazuju, dosta se razlikuju od posledica koje se vide na laboratorijskim simpanzama. san je kod coveka kao jedna velika ruka, dodje i nasloni se na sto. iz nje izraste olovka a iz olovke papir. i pocinje da pise. notes, spisak namirnica ili roman, to je ruci sve jedno. a i papiru. jedinu razliku uocava samo olovka. olovka je uvek pospani predmet i upravo zbog te svoje osobine moze poprimiti oblik sna.

nastavljajuci analogiju, slova na papiru koja se stvaraju ispod trzave olovke, ustaju i sanjaju svoje snove. snove koje ne sanjaju slova otkucana pisacom masinom. snove koje ne sanjaju slova odstampana laserskim stampacem. njihovi snovi su jedinstveni. razlazu se u nematerjalnom svetu isto kao trunka mleka u crnoj kafi. najpre se uocavaju naizgled nepravilni fraktalni oblici, a zatim sledi potpuno sjedinjenje ideja.

ideje same za sebe predstavljaju poseban svet. u tom svetu one su slobodne da osecaju sve sto se moze stvoriti iz sna. osecanje njihovog medjusobnog grupisanja nesporno dovodi do idealizacije pospanosti. pospane ideje odlaze ka zalasku sunca, dok one koje se tek bude pocinju da sanjaju isti san unazad. to je kao da svaka sekunda tog sna sledi posle prethodne. tesko je shvatiti ove istinite definicije u budnom stanju. san pomaze shvatanju neshvatljivih stvari. takodje uproscava one komplikovane.

belezenje sna u koverte predstavlja poseban pojam. nije tajna da je takozvano „kovertiranje snova“ postalo dostupno kao sportska aktivnost jos pre vremena velikih spavaca. spavaci su vodili racuna o svojim snovima. sklapali su ih u velike svetove i stvarali poeziju njima. setali su svoje snove na povodcu, hranili ih jastucima i pevali im o dusecima sa oprugama. topla postelja bila je glavni predmet njihovih bajki. snovi vole da se o njima prica. takodje vole i da pricaju o vama. svi koji nisu spremni da sanjaju postaju svesni nedostatka vemena velikog spavaca u sebi. spavac je marioneta koju pokrece nelogicnost sna.

Anyway I’m gonna be very strict on this one, because people in the industry have had a lot of time on their hands to figure out how to make a good action Science Fiction movie.
This one isn’t quite so shiny.

[THE SPOILER PART]
The story is dumb. First there are cowboys, then aliens come and start messing around with them, kidnapping and all.. Then the cowboys get very angry, unite with indians, proclaim a notorious thief and murderer to be their leader, fight back with knives, pistols, guns and arrows, and defeat an alien race that has come from a different solar system with all their technology. Interesting.

Oh and BTW, there *is* one alien weapon in the movie (besides the railguns on small aircrafts they use to destroy their city), but that one single alien weapon (a wrist gun of some sort) is in the possession of that notorious murderous thief. He stole it from the aliens after being comatosed.
Interesting.

So aliens have a spaceship that can fly through interstellar space, but carry only one weapon, wich they allow to be taken away from them.
Very interesting.
[END OF SPOILER PART]

Did I mention that the story is dumb? Okay, nevertheless, I liked everything that’s „western“ in this movie: the stinky clothes you can almost smell, the „eastwoody“ scenery you think you almost remember from somewhere, the bar, barfights, cowboy accents.. I just didn’t quite like the kung-fu of the main character in that all, but it was ok.

All in all, a movie you can actually watch without shooting your self in the foot out off sheer boredom, see some alien machinery, watch Olivia Wilde going arround all cute and acting tough, see the last James Bond in smelly cowboy clothes with an „Even-James-Bond-doesn’t-have-this-kind-of-a-gadget“ arm weapon, and wonder about the alien’s IQs.

And what did the aliens need the gold for again?
Nevermind, they just needed it.
Fact of life: aliens want gold.

I don’t know the date. I don’t know the coordinates. I should be on my way to the Orion’s Betelgeuse. Something went wrong. The emergency aux guard system woke me up to show me complete deadness coming from the rest of the ship. Even though airflow is working, agrav is working and heating is ok. I have rations for two years. After booting into the ship’s computer from my wrist term, I found no trace of software running the ship. I found no backup. I made no backup on the wrist term because it was too large. I found a hard copy of the system on the ships backup titanium bars. Never thought the molecular data preservation would be so useful. Always considered it a waste of space. And then the mol.reader told me that the inscriptions in the plates were messed up. Not even bits of it could be read. Gotta be the supernova radiation. Oh and did I mention that I didn’t even think of a way to wake up the crew? Not even the captain. The chambers’ interfaces refuse any input. Their thick diamond glass shells refuse any input from my crowbar also. The only way, to resurrect the ship, is to rewrite the code. Rewrite the code. Rewrite. The whole operating system. Oh I just love those archaic names. The whole FUCKING OPERATING SYSTEM I HAVE BEEN WRITING FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS! ALL FUCKING GONE! ALL MY WORK! STUPID FUCKING SUPERNOVA! FUCK YOU NEW WORLDS IN CREATION! FUCK YOU!

Okay. I got that out. Now, I have enough time and rations, to do it before the emergency power dims out. I did it alone in two years on Earth. Shitty fucking job, but paid well. I was going to do the same for the Transcender on Betelgeuse. Only it would have taken me four years. And that would have been it. I could have retired. Now, I have to write the same shit all over again.
What am I going to do?
I could write the code differently. Yes. I could own the ship. My personal control routines, that only I could understand and use.
I could encode complete control and then wake up the crew. I guess they wouldn’t like it. So I could just drop them off and cruse away. But, my own ship! My own fucking interstellar!
I could go everywhere.
I could see everything..
But fuck it. Everybody would hate me. And even I couldn’t live with myself. Fuck that.
I’ll fucking rewrite the code. I know a billion corner cuts. I’ll make tons of improvements. I’ll do it under a year. I’ll fucking enlighten the ship’s systems. Then I’ll rock the fuck out of the Transcender in just three or maybe two years. They will love me. They will adore me.
Better erase this entry.
Now where the fuck is my ancient rock music library. Ah, vinyl chloride, I love you. Sex and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Without the sex for now. And I’m all out of drugs. Only medications. ..this thing still recording? I’m gonna be a crackpot in a month, I’m already talking to myself. Off.

Dedicated to Dennis Ritchie

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5 čena belog luka
Dosta čilija u prahu (ili tucanog)
Tucana paprika (po želji)
Kari (Curry, da ne bude zabune)
Origano
Vegeta
Mleveni kim (ili običan)-(po želji)
Jedna časa belog vina
3 srednje velike crvene paprike
3 velika paradajza
Limenka tunjevine od circa 100 grama oceđenog sadržaja
3 kašike maslinovog ulja od koštice (nevezano za političare)
2 crna luka srednje veličine
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Kantica pavlake (po želji)

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OK, what is you? There is your personality, your knowledge, things you do, people you know, places you’ve been, and there is everything else, there are places you’ve been, people you know, things you do, and now it gets interesting..

Your knowledge. What is it? Gray stuff in your head? Or is it the things around you that are your knowledge? Is the gray stuff just a helper component to enable you to keep the things around you in your head, the things you do remembered, people you know hailed when passed buy in the street..?

Aaand, your personality? The way you act. The way you speak. All those things that were imposed and imprinted upon you as you were growing. All the mashup of the events you were surrounded with up until
this moment.

Can you see my point of view? Nice, than it is not mine really, is it?
Do you not agree? Okay, than things that have developed your personality are considerably more different than the events that have shaped mine.

But once you are able to imagine your personality as a bubble, with all the events, people, knowledge and distinctions toward other bubbles in it, you can also imagine the very boundaries getting blurrier. Like watching amoeba under the microscope. The blur will get blurrier, and the boundary will dissipate in time.

If you realize that there is no boundary between your personality and your surroundings, but just that there is a bucket of what surrounds the bucket, in the bucket, that merely walks around in the things with which it is full of, then, you will realize that you are – a bucket. And that’s just it. And I sad „if“, because who am „I“ to tell you things.