- StumbleUpon. This is about the synchronicity number 23, and thus about the phenomena of synchronicity in general.
To write about this topic objectively is impossible, as all experiences are necessarily subjective, involving as they do the element of consciousness, which cannot be instrumented. This is perhaps a study in the affirmation that any assertion of an objective observer is inherently impossible, and yet at the same time there is a deeply imbedded pattern of coherency in all that we regard as random. Randomness itself is nothing more than a pattern of deeply imbedded complexity of order; an order so complex it is not immediately discernible or obvious. Indeed the often heard rational defense, "that was just a coincidence," is itself an acknowledgment that we have just discerned a pattern, but because there is no immediately obvious path of mechanistic causation behind it, we are consciously choosing to refuse to acknowledge the primary data. - StumbleUpon. - StumbleUpon. dPNy8.png 776×692 pixels. Badass of the Week: Cliff Young.
Cliff Young "I like to finish what I start doing.
I like to see it through to the end, to the best of my ability. " Let me start with this: I hate running. Like, I really fucking hate it. I know some people out there can't get enough of that shit, and they dream of nothing more than chugging organic free-range veggie smoothies and talking about their ultra-rigid interval-training regimens while stair-stepping their way up around the outside of Sauron's Tower in Mordor, but as far as I'm concerned intense cardiovascular exercise is a torturous labor on par with the cruelest deviltries this side of some sadistic Spanish Inquisition asshole burning your eyes out with red-hot pokers and then spitting lemonade into the sockets to disinfect the wound.
Here's a map of the course, or, as it was most likely captioned in the pamphlets handed out before the race, WELCOME TO HELL: View Larger Map And there, standing amid the greatest runners the world had to offer in 1983, was this guy: Links/Sources: Strobe Illusion - Stare into the Strobe begin to hallucinate! Stories About Mind-Altering Substances from the Archive. “Drugs offer a shortcut; they promise transcendence on demand,” writes Oliver Sacks in his essay on his experiments, during his thirties, with cannabis, LSD, morphine, and other mind-altering substances.
Sacks cites a long tradition of writing on the subject, including works by Thomas De Quincey, Aldous Huxley, and Havelock Ellis. A number of New Yorker contributors have also explored this terrain. One of the earliest accounts was by Meyer Berger, whose “Tea for a Viper” described a visit to a marijuana party in Harlem in 1938. (“Viper” was then a common term for a marijuana smoker, and “tea” was one of many slang terms for the drug.
Nicknames abounded in this demimonde: the host of the party was a fellow known as Chappy; his customers included a man named Big Boo and woman who called herself Fruits.) An escape from the clock—and the workday routine that it represents—was one of the appeals of opium for Emily Hahn, who wrote about her addiction to the drug in 1969’s “The Big Smoke.”