FROM THE WIKI ENTRY:
In a system on a chip, peripherals are incorporated into the same integrated circuit as the central processing unit. They are still referred to as "peripherals" despite being permanently attached to (and in some sense part of) their host processor...
A very loose description of the two legged version I attempt
to described on this page and throughout the blog.
Now what does William Gibson's novel "The Peripheral" have to do with anything?
And why was he in the same NYC subway car late 2014 standing over me with
another guy about his age about a month after I bought his book? Coincidence?
It happens all the time. Except with some people it happens a little too often.
He just happened to be wearing the same outfit as his photo on the back of the book.
I kept saying what I find myself saying all too often these days, "Is it what's-his-face?
Nah, can't be...too old. Except that it was his face. He was doing publicity in NYC
at the time with recorded YT interviews.
Are the people I describe below biological machines from the future with uploaded
consciousness like in the story? No. His vechicles are imagination, metaphor and allegory.
Mine unfortunately aren't.
So who what when where why? Good questions all. Herein lies all the appearances
of contradiction not to mention insanity and madness. The following is what is seen by
me ocurring in the Penn-South Chelsea section and throughout NYC. The numbers
involved on the offensive disruptive end are beyond anything natural or rational.
To quote a previous blog entry via Wiki regarding unwitting volunteer CIA Harvard
programs of the 1950's: "The unwitting undergraduates were submitted to what (Dr.)
Murray himself called "vehement sweeping and personally abusive" attacks.
Assaults on their egos and cherished ideas and beliefs were the vehicles used
to cause high levels of stress and distress to Murray's unwitting guinea pigs.
IOW, systematic visual water-boarding. A perfect summary of what happens to
me every freaking day.
The above is not now and never was confined to Dr. Murray's very intelligent but
susceptible Harvard crash-test dummy undergraduates that included Ted K, later
known as the Unabomber. No human could be anything but susceptible when
subject to what I can only approximate because it cannot be adequately described.
Force and physical contact with human piñatas happens on occasion but is
avoided because it isn't needed. Physical force is replaced by a kind of non-stop
visual waterboarding assault by way of a real world imposed augmented reality.
One reason for doing things this way is that it conveniently overrides any local
or government laws regarding something so quant as legality or rights of
individuals in the U.S. and elsewhere. Complaints, lawsuits are nullified.
The people who do this have the advantage of hiding behind impenetrable
walls of disbelief.
Stranger than fiction events are comparable to scenes from the 1990 movie "Jacob's Ladder"
minus combat related PTSD or the Hollywood elements of demons, drugs, flashbacks,
exploding cars and the contrived cop-out ending.
The lead character Jacob Singer (Tim Robbins) is a combat soldier stabbed in the stomach
by one of his own men while in Vietnam. He is found in the jungle with his intestines
outside his body. He is rescued by helicopter to a base camp hospital. The movie then
picks up on what is supposed to be his post war civilian life.
In 1985 I had a sternum to pelvic bone zippered surgery. Ten inches of transverse intestine
were removed due to what was said to be a pre-cancerous blockage.
Approximately twenty years latter I experienced involuntarily sleep deprivation.
A 6 - 8 month marathon of total sleep deprivation without stimulant prescription
or street drugs. Considered impossible and something like a proxy for death.
Jacob Singer's New York City civilian life is depicted at a crowded party. He experiences
confusion and flashbacks along with a 106 fever. His wife, played by Elizabeth Peña,
gets him into an ice bath to lower his body temperature. He goes into delirium, blacks
out and wakes up in bed with his Jewish ex-wife. He says the room feels like 10 degrees
and shuts the window. His wife considers it normal.
Here's how that translates. In the 1970's I am invited to "sleep" with a part Jewish female
I'd been seeing who was always said to be "married." (My guess is she would get pregnant
by a male loosely defined as a "husband." She would then sleep with me in between pregnancies.)
The room feels to be at least 10 degrees. She says the heat is turned off at night. When I
try to touch her her body is too hot to get close to. She is burning up and notices nothing.
Awake all night with her, I go to work the next morning and, of course, see her "husband"
coming from his night job. We turn around at the same time as we pass. He probably knows
what's going on but it is all made to seem like high intrigue. Like a movie. None of it
There are scenes in the movie of insidious crazed doctors with the usual big needles.
This is replaced in reality by "nice guy" smiling student dentists applying needless
painful injections into the chin cavity inside my lower gums. (He denied everything,
knew the pain killer was unnecessary and knew I would yell out, which I haven't done
at the hands of dentists since the sixth grade. Everyone stays in character except me.)
Jacob experiences the extreme guilt that comes with the accendial death of a son.
A different kind of extreme guilt has played a part in my reality.
What I try and fail to describe below and on the pages of this blog is all too similar
to the shocks depicted in post war civilian parts of the movie. Jacob experiences one
visual shock after another. He is abducted at one point by three men in a car. At one
point in April of 2014 I am pined to the floor in a lower Manhattan bar for no apparent
reason. One guy for each leg with one with his knee on my chest holding down my
arms. He knows I am having trouble breathing. I am cuffed, no ID is shown, an
ambulance comes and I am driven to to Presbyterian Hospital on the east side where
I am allowed to walk out. No medical procedures, no blood pressure taken
but the ambulance company billed my insurance for a thousand plus dollars.
How am I going to prove otherwise?
I see the same guy who kneeled on my chest working behind the counter at Amy's
Bakery the next day. He has tatoos running down his arm and he goes into a martial
arts stance as soon as I see him with his arms together at the elbow Shaolin style.
I call him a moron. He laughs and heads into the back room. Like something straight
from the movie.
In the movie all the above it is presented as a dream at the end. To me it
is a dumb waking nightmare.
Am I looking for attention and trying to make sense of my life by comparing it to a cult movie?
Sometimes the rational sounds too contrived to be real.
(Saw Robbins playing street hockey in the park on sixth and Houston St. in Greenwich
Village a few years ago looking bored out of his mind, 6' 7" on his roller blades,
looking nothing close to his age and unrecognized by passersby in his helmet. He is
currently appearing in movies again. And wouldn't you know it? Another version of
Jacob's Ladder is in the works. PR for a probable stupid TV caricature this is NOT.)
What is happening to me is completely undetectable, completely unprovable and always
dismissed by automatic default positions of insanity or paranoid delusion. Are people
in the entertainment industry and screenwriters like Bruce Joel Rubin making subtle
and not so subtle references to a reality that no one is capable of directly acknowledging?
Yes they are.
Automatic reactions like: "now who is going to go to all that trouble?"
"You must be a special kind of guy?" "A "center of the world" narcissistic
paranoid persecution complex kind of guy."
In no way am I exceptional, don't want to be, don't want attention, and don't want any
part of this stupid ridiculous apparent reality.
Some attempts at characterising these completely unnerving, human++ "peripheral"
double-plus ungodly types seems straight out of the above horror movie or something from a demented "central casting" call. I would say straight out of Comedy Central because that
is exactly what all this sounds like. I would say that except for the fact that these
very high functioning morons described above and below are completely serious
and the above two plus-marks after the word human are completely applicable and accurate.
USEFUL AND UNUSEFUL CONTEXT:
Everything described in this blog does not originate in any particular time period
or country. (Jazz cigarettes, drugs, or psychosis, are also timeless but are not involved)
It manifested again in the West and in the U.S. in the 1960's - 1980's and continues today.
I had no idea at the time but I suspect, without proof, that certain "new age" movements,
Macrobiotics, Bioenergetics, Sri Chinmoy, Bubba Free John, Sachidananda's Integral
Yoga and many other so-called alternative eastern and western groups were completely
serious as far as their stated intentions and completely rigged after certain points.
Were they infiltrated by government? FBI? Some were, but nothing here has much to do
with the FBI infiltrating foreign groups considered disruptive to Hoover's version of society.
The mentioned groups had excellent PR depending on the image they wanted projected.
From Bubba Free John's "miracles", badboy radical beliefs, reported orgies (likely faked
or contrived for the sake of manufactured rumor) or relatively conservative but with
the guru's in question seemingly following a unwritten script of getting "caught"
taking advantage of female followers while otherwise prescribing celibacy.
Deliberately provoked fall from "enlightened" grace, IMO, as an offset to being
objects of worship and fame.
IMO, many people, leaders, celebrities (Mel Gibson) seem obliged to manufacture
some kind of large scale deliberate public humiliation or downfall under the
guise of sex, mental illness or substance abuse or all three. Right after he makes
a billion dollars depicting the crucifixion of Christ. I don't buy it at all.
(Convenient hindsight and attempts to see patterns where none exist?)
Overarching characteristics of the people involved: (some applicable to any group)
More extremely tall people of both sexes than I or anyone would consider normal or average.
Women over 6' 1" in flats are not unusual. Males 6' 4" and over (Tim Robbins) are not
just seen now and then but constantly. The fact of their being tall does not qualify for
mention. I'm six foot and not normally considered short or tall. Normally I could care less.
I briefly spoke to a woman who looked to be in her 70's, easily over 6' 4" who might
have been related to a girl of average height I worked with and went with back in 2002.
The older version was the only one I can remember in that age group and that tall which
means, of course, it happens and who cares? Except that...
extreme height is but one example of what happens when extremes of every
kind are made to become routine across age groups, genders, races and
nationalities. And it will be said, "well, of course, tall people stand out and
are noticed and so what?"
Extremes made mainstream are not just confined to appearances. They extend
beyond my personal projections and opinions into the larger society and are
perfectly reflected in that larger society in many ways. Among them, extreme
climate across the earth, extreme right wing politics made mainstream and
given legitimacy by the Republican Party that caters to and pacifies it's real and
pretend extremists. Now we are seeing it again in the last two years on the left.
Millions of displace refugees in the Middle East, oil prices from over $100
to below $40. The Russian and Texas oil economies do not want to see a treaty with
Iran that might bring Iranian oil on market further depressing prices.
Extremely tall people...
Nephilim? Is that the next stupid thought in the progression of extremes?
These were depicted as biblical offspring, the "sons of God" and "daughters
of men" before the Deluge of Noah. Referenced not just on biblical sites
but on rigged bogus fringe internet sites that all but tell the viewer
'our way of presentation is deliberately provocative, deliberately insane
with extreme religiosity and we do everything possible to force you to say,
"wow, so many bat-crazy people on the Internet." A few are, but the majority,
IMO, are the opposite. It is not one site or video, it is thousands choking
the internet to death with the help of what are called trolls. And are they all by
the same network with the same motive? No not all. Again, the vast majority are.
And how do I know that? Am I assuming motive? Maybe they're just what
they appear to be, opinions by true believers that differ from mine and not
some vast conspiracy. How very comforting and convenient. Not to mention wrong.
Double and triple think extreme lying is more popular than ever.
And who am I to call something fringe or absurd when writing something like this?
Besides being a retired 6' boomer, looking probably in my 40's - 50's, of average health, no medication, no nose rings or ponytails, no shaved head, dreds, drugs or tattoos on my head
or anywhere else. Altogether pretty dull and the opposite of anything from Mad Max (future?)
or even Mad Men (the past).
All the negative aspects in the last paragraph are the programmed constants of visual
extremes that I experience day in and day out. Far in excess of what is characteristic
of my or any big city neighborhood. My age might suggest someone projecting or
is having trouble coping with the disruptions of changing times, styles and attitudes etc.
I can take more than occasional crowds, loud music, differences and disruptions
that are part of or exceed the average persons day to day experience.
What I am describing is "unpossible" except that nothing written here can now be
considered by me to be in any way exceptional. I am describing NYC in a time
warp looking more and more like the NYC of the 1980's without the drug related
crime. The city is becoming a dead zone, an overcrowded graveyard in no way
isolated from subjective events or larger objective global issues.
*Many of those I am trying to describe seem to eat little, sleep little and have
no particular interest in sex apart from procreation unless called upon to take
on an outrageous outdated 1980's punkish, sexually suggestive or ambiguous appearance.
Contrived appearance, contrived outrageousness, contrived ambiguity.
*Whether these are street people, amped or so-called hipster types with
arms covered by tattoos, all perfectly uniformed down to the off center
or backwards baseball caps, the cut of beard or the one sided shaved head.
*Conversly, obsessive cleanliness is also a common factor.
*A contrived overly polite manner (well gee, what's wrong with that?) also
seems to be used to counter any deliberate weirdness in appearance and to
enhance the impression of being average upstanding citizens beyond reproach.
Bumping or grappling one minute like something from Fight Club, holding
doors and smiling excessively the next like in scenes from The Truman Show.
Passive aggressiveness on steroids on parade, in extremis.
*When ordering in a store too many women make a point of speaking in overly polite
exaggerated little girl "up-talk" tempos. Or clipped tones of "yeah yeah". Common enough.
Nearly everyone has similar experiences. Too many guys take on deliberately fake vocal fry,
Houston mission control speech patterns or else the opposite, gay effeminate mannerisms and
speech over and far beyond any Google IT employee, gay or nerd stereotype. As pictured in
the surveillance scenes in "Closed Circuit" none of those I am trying to depict now seem to
care if their street act is noticeably fake.
*Women that I went with in the distant past made a point of licking pasta sauce
from a plate in a restaurant or putting a bare hand into a restaurant buffet.
Wearing big cleverge in very cold, below freezing weather. Completely covered
in 80+ degrees. The pasta sauce part Jewish female yells Jewish slurs in a crowded
bar and no one notices.
The multiple messages:
'I don't operate and have no need to operate as you do.' 'I am beyond disruptive.'
'Our relationship won't be average or normal.' 'Sex? Take it or leave it, who cares,
don't get too attached.' 'I have to act this way.' 'I'm here to do a job and then
maybe get to be with one of my own kind.'
None of this was the result of anger, mood change, hot flashes, eccentricity, a joke,
self hate, psychopathy, or deficits of intelligence. It was deliberate. None of the
psych-boilerplate cliches apply. ("Well hey, maybe it's you") (Am I talking to myself again?)
*A kind of routine hyperactivity is emphasized (Hyper+) . Putting on a gross amount of
weight and taking it off and going in the opposite direction. As a guess, not being
in constant motion invites some kind of automatic direct or indirect negative feedback.
Something like in the Disney movie "Tomorrowland" (machine shutdown) except I'm not
talking about inter-dimensional robot characters or aliens from a Disneyland new world order.
*"They" are big in music, art, entertainment, movies and meditation and at the same time....
* Big on lying and deceit exceeding even psychopathic compulsivity.
* Martial arts skills, acting, entertainment, improvisation, crossword puzzles, PR, propaganda and
manipulation of sound and language and most especially, street theater of a particular kind.
Most of which are typical of certain populations and not any kind of smoking gun proof.
In summery: a 1960's or 80's retro "hipster" appearance, varying degrees of physical
deformity (extreme anal retention, sliding "on the down low" pants, spastic walk,
penguin walk, one foot too short) too many doofy addicted appearing white street
people dreadlocked, tattooed, homeless, begging, plastic gay flamboyants.
And then alternated with their opposites. Grossly over developed over-amped
military types with arms and chests so large (like turkeys) they are forced to move
or pretend to move in stupidly exaggerate marching styles alone or in pairs.
(I say this even considering the gyms on every corner)
Seen and encountered until replaced by something equally monotonous and
monstrously repulsive not in kind but in frequency. Visual waterboarding.
With variety and monotony.
Nothing that I see in public is as it should be but, at the same time, nothing looks
flagrantly out of sync to casual observers. All can be seen as classic ______(fill in the
symptomatic blanks) or just crotchety old age dementia, evident lack of insight...
move to Fla. blah blah blah.
I used to think in terms of mood, selective attention, particular preoccupations,
mistakes in perception or individual dislikes. I have long since stopped questioning
my sanity, senses, or thinking I am having a bad day, month, year or life.