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	<title>BAMboozled &#187; jonah</title>
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		<title>Revelation #88</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2001 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was in my room typing a paper. Having just eaten dinner, I was in the process of digesting my food.Occasionally staring at the clock; I watched the second hand. How do we know what we think we know? Could our senses be deceived? At this point, the wind started to pick up, and I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was in my room typing a paper. Having just eaten dinner, I was in the process of digesting my food.Occasionally staring at the clock; I watched the second hand.</p>
<p><em> How do we know what we think we know? Could our senses be deceived? </em></p>
<p>At this point, the wind started to pick up, and I flew out of the window. I was a little bit disoriented, and tried to figure out which direction I was going in.After a few minutes, it became clear that I was going north, back to San Francisco. When I finally reached the city, my momentum began to run parallel to that oaf car which was directly below me. As one could expect, the car grew wings, and I gently fell through the car&#8217;s roof, into the back seat. Next to me was an inanimate iguana which was not-so-affectionately named&quot;Satan.&quot;</p>
<p><em> Must we worship the devil? </em></p>
<p>And the fruit of life hung out of his ears. They began to speak:</p>
<p>Do not challenge us; we are inevitable.<br />Do not question our values; they work themselves out.<br />Please be advised: Heisenberg&#8217;s Uncertainty principle applies.<br />Seventy seven transsexual youth couldn&#8217;t stop it from happening. Don&#8217;t kid yourself into believing.</p>
<p>She lay in bed. It was all a dream. But the world still fell out under her when she got out of bed ready for another bleak day.</p>
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		<title>First Week Back</title>
		<link>http://www.bamboozled.org/2001/09/first-week-back/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2001 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jonah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My dreams have been erased,sleep deprivation starts today,10 incomplete math problems,no means to understand how things have gone wrongThough I know that the immediate trouble can&#8217;t stay,I&#8217;ll suffer for a full year, I don&#8217;t care about them, they don&#8217;t seem to care aboutme, isolation is not a consolation, when blood streaksover my eyes. They left [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dreams have been erased,<br />sleep deprivation starts today,<br />10 incomplete math problems,<br />no means to understand how things have gone wrong<br />Though I know that the immediate trouble can&#8217;t stay,<br />I&#8217;ll suffer for a full year,</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t care about them, they don&#8217;t seem to care about<br />me, isolation is not a consolation, when blood streaks<br />over my eyes. They left the room and went out with<br />style, I couldn&#8217;t catch up over miles.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m alone, floating through space, a lit anchor across<br />the way, of 10^50 shards of glass, I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ll<br />make it to the other side&#8230;</p>
<p>They all suffer, and I can&#8217;t explain why, I can&#8217;t<br />neutralize it like everything else&#8230;</p>
<p>She dropped her necklace on the stairs, I stepped on<br />it with Newtons of force cracking the glass, I didn&#8217;t<br />care, I&#8217;ll crawl into a hole and die.</p>
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		<title>On Free Will</title>
		<link>http://www.bamboozled.org/2001/09/on-free-will/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2001 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jonah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In our society, we assume that people have freedomwithin a realm of decision. In other words, the viewis that we cannot control everything around us, butgiven our circumstances, we have choice. For example,almost everyone assumes that humans cannot choose tobe immortal. However, we also assume that we canchoose between using narcotics, or not usingnarcotics. I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In our society, we assume that people have freedomwithin a realm of decision. In other words, the viewis that we cannot control everything around us, butgiven our circumstances, we have choice. For example,almost everyone assumes that humans cannot choose tobe immortal. However, we also assume that we canchoose between using narcotics, or not usingnarcotics. I do not believe that the standard view onfree will is correct. Instead, I believe that ouractions are beyond the control of our consciousness.</p>
<p>Should one have a peach, or a piece of chocolate cake?The uncontrollable factors are not limited to theitems being offered. The response to this choice isalso determined by an individual^Òs personal taste infood, how they prioritize health, and how value thepresent against the future. Life experience andgenetics control these personal factors. Withsophisticated instruments, perhaps we could evendiscover exactly how these factors influence adecision.</p>
<p>But what of the randomness of the sub-atomic world ofquantum physics? At the most basic level, particles donot follow normal physical law. Instead, certainthings happen without definite reason. Surely one mustconsider it an argument against determinism.Proponents of free will would say that thisuncertainty leaves room for true choice. There isdisagreement about whether or not what we perceive tobe random is not determined. Somewould say that it is just part of a largerpredetermined pattern which cannot be observed by merehumans. If this were true, there would be absolutelyno room for free will.</p>
<p>However, let us assume that there is true randomnessinvolved in the workings of the universe. Some wouldargue that the  randomness^Ò is actually our will powerat work. They think that the deviation from Newtonianmechanics is where our humanity lies. I would like topoint out that despite the fact that free will inquantum mechanics is a possibility, it may very wellbe untrue anyway. Perhaps randomness is simply what itappears to be: randomness. Let us return to the choicebetween the peach and the cake. Would there be morefree will involved if there was a random, 1:2 chancethat the peach would be chosen? The inevitable answerto this question is ^Ñno^Ò. True, complete randomness isno more conducive to free will than determinism.</p>
<p>There still exists the possibility that therandomness is our free will at work. I must offer thefollowing argument: wouldn^Òt well informed, rationalpeople with &#8220;free will&#8221; always make the right choice(consequently lacking free will anyway)? That is, ifsomeone makes a choice with valid reason, the choiceis ^Ñright.^Ò A path of valid reasoning will alwaysyield the same conclusion.  If someone makes a choicewith invalid reasons, chances are, the choice is^Ñwrong.^Ò However, one cannot be blamed for making achoice with invalid reasons. Holding one responsiblefor faulty logic is equivalent to holding oneresponsible for bad math skills. Are there otherpossible explanations for decisions? We may againrefer to quantum physics; perhaps some actions have nocause. We cannot conceive of holding one responsiblefor an decision that has no cause.</p>
<p>Now we have three possible explanations for behavior,valid reasons, invalid reasons, and randomness. Onedoes not choose to be influenced invalid reasons orrandomness. In order for someone to make a choice,they have to have more than one option. If one doesnot have control over whether or not their choices areinfluenced by invalid reasons or randomness, theycannot have control over whether or not their choicesare made by valid reasons.</p>
<p>A strong argument for free will is that it seemsintuitive. We feel as though we have it. My defenseagainst this claim is that intuitive belief in freewill is necessary for survival. Humans would not havesurvived natural selection without feeling as thoughthey were free. We need to feel free in order tobehave in certain positive ways. We need not actuallybe free. Feeling free and being free are two verydifferent things. In this instance, biased humanintuition cannot yield true results with certainty.</p>
<p>Since we must act as though people are responsible, wemust set rules for action. Even though people are notresponsible for their actions, in figuring blame incertain cases, we must use the current popularconception of free will.  The idea of ^Ñchoosing^Ò tobehave in certain ways certainly sounds strange if oneassumes lack of free will. This paradox is hard toreconcile from a human perspective. Nevertheless, Ican appeal to my above statement: we areevolutionarily demanded to feel as though we have freewill, even if we don^Òt. Given that it is natural tofeel as though we have free will, it only makes senseto speak as though we do. In reality, we may oftenbehave as though we have free will; to satisfy naturalinclinations, and to behave in ways that are conduciveto better future behavior. Only in certain situations,such as those in which retributive punishment is beingargued must we remember our lack of free will. In thismanner, we can act morally.</p>
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		<title>Exclamation Point</title>
		<link>http://www.bamboozled.org/2001/07/exclamation-point/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2001 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jonah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Capitalistic child of the American DreamDont hesitate to wake up cryingThe crisis is not approachingIt is here, now, among us,flowing through your veins, drifting through the airyou breathe.I speak not of a chemical compound,but of the emotional pain that we have brought uponourselves. Great image of successDont exclude me from your lonely and boring gamesI [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Capitalistic child of the American Dream<br />Dont hesitate to wake up crying<br />The crisis is not approaching<br />It is here, now, among us,<br />flowing through your veins, drifting through the airyou breathe.<br />I speak not of a chemical compound,<br />but of the emotional pain that we have brought uponourselves.</p>
<p>Great image of success<br />Dont exclude me from your lonely and boring games<br />I wouldnt dare to raise my voice to express myinternal outrage,<br />lest you strike me down,<br />down to the sewer where the other rebelliouscharacters lie.<br />The five secretaries pool their money on Friday andbuy lottery tickets,<br />after all, THEY dont want to be the ones who have tospend the last 20 years of their lives filing morepapers.</p>
<p>The athlete with the wonderful smile and alcoholicfather.</p>
<p>The great student who plays piano beautifullyalso lives in fear of the repetition of rape.<br />Not physical, that would only leave a strongimpression for a few years.<br />Instead she fears the more fundamental type, theforcing of ideas onto her.She knows that its happened already.</p>
<p>There&#8217;s always the one in the back of the room.<br />You see the expression on his face and think:<br />maybe he&#8217;d be happier dead.<br />Who wouldn&#8217;t after living alone?</p>
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		<title>How did it go?</title>
		<link>http://www.bamboozled.org/2001/06/how-did-it-go/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2001 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jonah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[How did it go?(Horribly. I&#8217;d rather not talk about it right now.) I hope you feel better)Perhaps I will drive you insaneMaybe I&#8217;m not there after all(I know)Watching the colors rainand suddenly it matters not at allI care nothing about those ranchersYour hair used to be so different. I liked it morebefore, but that&#8217;s not [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>How did it go?</i><br />(Horribly. I&#8217;d rather not talk about it right now.)<br /><i> I hope you feel better)</i><br />Perhaps I will drive you insane<br />Maybe I&#8217;m not there after all<br />(I know)<br />Watching the colors rain<br />and suddenly it matters not at all<br />I care nothing about those ranchers<br />Your hair used to be so different. I liked it more<br />before, but that&#8217;s not really true at all<br />Running by the oceans<br />nothing could touch your style<br />but now you&#8217;ve got the pleasure to worry about<br />The pleasure of falling down<br />You&#8217;ll be out there sitting on a castle<br />wondering how there&#8217;s nothingness<br />where there used to be warmth and graciousness<br />now they don&#8217;t care at all<br />now they don&#8217;t care<br />You can evade the pain by<br />getting sexually pleased<br />only lasts for a while<br />the moment is eternity until you look up at the sky<br />the sky changes, but basically stays the same<br />except for the cheapening<br />of the greenhouse gases<br />you are like that too<br />(what the hell is this from?)<br /><i>(Me)</i><br />(oh it&#8217;s pretty good.  I thought you might have been<br />getting it from somewhere.  Well, I guess that&#8217;s a<br />compliment.)<br />Your world is like the sky<br />they all want your body, if only they&#8217;d accept your<br />mind&#8230;<br />but nothing can touch you as you soar over the winter<br />night and take a breath of ozone<br />The circles don&#8217;t matter at all<br />You know it but your urge doesn&#8217;t care.<br />You&#8217;ll go around in circles and calculate the circles<br />And wonder about the people who gave their lives to<br />Neptune in the north part of the city, betraying<br />Pluto,<br /><i> It feels good, you should try </i><br />(Hmm.  I think I&#8217;m too emotionally imbalanced to try<br />right now&#8230; all I can think about is failure.)<br /><i> Well, so am. I think it would have a good effect<br />on you) </i><br />the paradox of being a boy<br /><i>I apologize for being obnoxius, I&#8217;m just finding<br />this thereputic and productive</i><br />(I don&#8217;t mind.  I&#8217;m just not saying anything because<br />I&#8217;m rather bitter right now.)<br />When you take that fall<br />you can crash and bounce,<br />up to levels that are dreamed about, in the eyes of<br />the disfortunate, disfortunate, to want it, and never<br />to receive those things&#8230;.&#8221;There&#8217;s nothing that would<br />sort you out, nothing that I could say or do&#8221; Oh, I<br />know that you could sort if out, if only they&#8217;d let<br />you, those warm and friendly bastards<br />Suddenly the adjectives disappear as your clothes do,<br />and you are exposed only <b> not as you really are<br /></b> (!!!)<br />As those incompetent secretaries look down on you as<br />you as God<br />You spit at them in your mind, but you won&#8217;t take the<br />liberty of breaking away, shunning their faces, they<br />will smile, and laugh, and shake your hand, and you&#8217;ll<br />return the favor feeling only mildly sick inside.<br />The ironies of being a boy.<br />Waken up the morning after finally reaching REM state,<br />the instrument of evil becomes the pesky Jonah speaks<br />to your mind as you grimace in a knee jerk reaction,<br />they see you naked again but NOT AS YOU are.</p>
<p>&#8220;Who&#8217;s seeing you at all? Who&#8217;s seeing you at all?&#8221;<br />&#8212;Belle and Sebastian &#8220;Ease Your Feet Into the Sea&#8221;</p>
<p>One day you&#8217;ll wake up mourning, and you&#8217;ll realize,<br />it&#8217;s fine<br />Not today.</p>
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		<title>The Tear</title>
		<link>http://www.bamboozled.org/2001/05/the-tear/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2001 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jonah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Droplet of salty water from the eye of the tragic heroin the tragic place at Eucalpytus between the tenniscourts and basketball courts where everything becomesalive at once.Being a tragic hero becomes popular, flipping realityout of proportion into a tear.When you think about the chemical properties of thetear and grimace in pain, you know you’ve lost [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Droplet of salty water from the eye of the tragic hero<br />in the tragic place at Eucalpytus between the tennis<br />courts and basketball courts where everything becomes<br />alive at once.<br />Being a tragic hero becomes popular, flipping reality<br />out of proportion into a tear.<br />When you think about the chemical properties of the<br />tear and grimace in pain, you know you’ve lost it.<br />Lost the ability to fufill dreams.<br />Dreams of writing, dreams of acceptance, dreams of<br />college, dreams of understanding, all washed away by<br />thinking about thinking about thinking about the<br />chemical properties of a tear.<br />And understanding too much to keep composure, and<br />breaking down over and over again until you begin to<br />break down at the core.<br />Being fully aware of one’s own hypocrisy and carrying<br />it out gleefully is the defining characteristic of the<br />tragic hero.<br />Taking, taking, taking, never giving, never backing<br />down, hunting, hurting, hurting myself and others on<br />the most effecting, fundemental level, and always<br />asking for more. (You know that it will come at the<br />summer’s end, and that adds to the already colorful<br />multilayered tragedy.)<br />But it may as well not come at the summer’s end. It<br />may haunt me thoughout life until I crouch down in a<br />corner and don’t rise until they take me away.<br />Ooooh, I’m getting reflective again and dying away,<br />dying away,<br />The essence of it can be reflected by the fact that<br />this piece will undoubtedly be praised by someone (if<br />not many) as introspective and creative whereas I’m<br />absoulutely sure that I’m cheapening the conflict via<br />inadequateexpression.<br />And the fact that I just said that<br />(And the fact that I just said that)<br />And the fact that by saying that I have dramatically<br />lowered the reader’s opinion of this through indirect<br />means, and the way I’m rushing to make up for it and<br />redeem myself.<br />More misinterepretation, always, always, the<br />continuation of life and another break down.<br />One of these days it’s going to rip at more than the<br />hormone glands,<br />One of these days I’ll find myself in the locked room,<br />or falling off the cliff with no Catcher in the Rye,<br />or being trapped in a corner with the monster who just<br />waits&#8230;<br />And waiting for the eternal dream to end<br />(understanding the obvious, effectively insignificant<br />paradox),<br />This moment in time is already starting to depart, as<br />writing brightens up the day.<br />Tomorrow I will relapse, then recover, relapse again,<br />recover, and be happy for a day.<br />But looking back on this shell of an expression I will<br />understand my own cheapness, and understand that the<br />cheapness was right.</p>
<p>When the tear dries, the darkness fades away, and I<br />will be listening to poppy music. Finally finding an<br />escape.<br />(Note to future self: Use this to get the things<br />“you’ve wanted since wearing glitter badges.” But just<br />remember what it means.)</p>
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