Becoming The Overman

Technology is evil and unjustified. In these times, however, an evil is sometimes obligatory. The evil may be used for life or death, the preservation of essence or the continuity of loss. The perpetual choice is that of humanity’s. For a flourishing technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature cannot be fooled.

Humanity is acquiring all the right technology for all the wrong reasons. War, conflict, death; they are all technology, cultured yet unpretentiously primitive. From the days of the iron sword, the vindictive dagger of death, no structure of development has occurred. No evolution of the human mind but that of bereavement. I feel I could talk to the sword of old, and it talk to me. You see this situation, time and circumstance as god given; like land, or Excalibur. Light shines off of metal; light shines off of intent. Within yourself you know what you want; what you need within yourself is all of the power, confidence, and glory a person could hope for. The power of the sword is from hunger, the exotic love of death.

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As I hand her a note
It catches with the wind
And takes away those things
Which should or might have been.

And as she gets into the cab,
And I go in to follow,
The brakes release and down the hill
It rolls like chimney swallowed.

As morning comes, to my despair,
I find my mind has lost her name
And now, without, the night is full
Of things that never came.

I’ll spend my whole life pondering,
Wond’ring who she was,
And why the god of providence
So does the things he does.

-C. Nicholas Walker

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This post is about Dr. Henry Jones, Jr., better known by his alias "Indiana Jones." I have recently finished rediscovering the man with the famous, yet fictional, archeologist of movie fame. I watched Raiders of the Lost Ark and its prequal, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, both of which are fantastic movies.



For those of you who don't know, Indiana Jones is a bullwhip-toting archeologist with an overdeveloped fear of snakes, played by Harrison Ford in a series of films by George Lucas and Steven Spielberg. Jones is modeled after the strong-jawed heroes of the pulp magazines and matinee serials that Lucas and Spielberg enjoyed in their childhoods. His films take place in the 1930's, but Indiana always has on the same outfit throughout all the movies: a worn leather jacket, revolver, bull-whip, sachel, sweaty white dress shirt, and an old brown fedora that never seems to get lost. Appearantly, the hat means so much to Dr. Jones that he is often willing to lose an arm retrieving it at the last minute from a closing stone door.

I can't wait for the fourth movie, which some believe will be titled Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis after a comic book on Indy by the same name.

Anyway, I just wanted to pay homage to one of the greatest movie heroes of all time and wish him luck in fighting angry Ancient cults and the Nazis.

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I have come across a new discovery in the English language, in which I have postulated that everything in English is irony. Allow me to demonstrate.

Too often I find myself being corrected by proud English teachers of the improper use of the term “irony.” I will use the word and they will say, “That is not irony, Cody, that is merely coincidence.” Well, it is my current belief that by calling something ironic, it then becomes ironic. For instance, let us take the following circumstance: two thousand spoons, and I need a knife. Now, that is not irony, it is only bad coincidence. However, by calling it irony when it really is not irony, especially considering I know it’s not irony, then makes the whole situation (ready for it?) IRONIC.

A song by Alanis Morissette proves this point even more so. During the song, she gives several instances of irony, such as “a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break” and “a traffic jam when you’re already late.” However, the catch comes when we realize that NONE OF HER EXAMPLES ARE REALLY IRONY. Oh, you think, Alanis couldn't possibly be that stupid. Well, the answer is...she isn't. Because, what is the title of her song but “Irony?” And so, by titling a song about irony in which none of your examples are really ironic “Irony,” it makes one think, “Well, isn’t that ironic?”

And so, we prove that just by calling something which is not ironic ironic, it then becomes ironic, and that Alanis Morissette is smarter than us all.

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