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12:00 pm - 12:50 pm
Hotel Jerome Ballroom
Tristan Harris
Interviewer: Charles Duhigg
Property of the Aspen Institute / Photo Credit: Ian Wagreich
4/8/08
After returning from my trip to the Finger Lakes and visiting Phil and Heidi's yurt I've been looking at my power consumption through a new lens. On the trip to New York my cell phone battery was dying. "No problem" I thought; I brought my cell phone charger along.
Although Phil and Heidi did have a battery charging system for their various needs, the lack of standard 110 volt electrical receptacles quickly illustrated the reality of sustainable living. I do take for granted that the power is always "on" and that there will always be plenty of it.
This realization has inspired me to take a new look at the way I consume everything from electricity to paper products. Oh, and it sort of kicked off a major existential crisis, but that's a story for another photo.
Puscifer (Existential Reckoning Tour 2.0 - Let the Probing Continue) @ Warner Theatre, Washington, DC on Friday, November 4, 2022.
Existential Reckoning Tour 2.0 - Let the Probing Continue Setlist:
Intro: Agent Dick Merkin Video (Spam)
Act 1
Bread And Circus
Postulous
Fake Affront
The Underwhelming
Grey Area
Theorem
Upgrade
Agent Dick Merkin Video (Celebrity Clone)
Act 2
Apocalyptical
The Remedy
Personal Prometheus
Momma Sed (Versatile Mix)
Horizons
The Humbling River (Nagual Del Judith Mix)
Intermission
Agent Dick Merkin Video (Afflictions)
Act 3
Bullet Train To Iowa
Man Overboard
Flippant
Conditions Of My Parole
Bedlamite
Outro: Agent Dick Merkin Video (Tour Announcement)
12:00 pm - 12:50 pm
Hotel Jerome Ballroom
Tristan Harris
Interviewer: Charles Duhigg
Property of the Aspen Institute / Photo Credit: Ian Wagreich
12:00 pm - 12:50 pm
Hotel Jerome Ballroom
Tristan Harris
Interviewer: Charles Duhigg
Property of the Aspen Institute / Photo Credit: Ian Wagreich
NOUVELLE.
Un certain Ernest de latroufandière lors d’un des innombrables salons littéraires qu’il fréquentait :
Lança, rebondissant sur une phrase creuse sur un ennuyeux débat existentialiste
«Peut importe de savoir naître, l’important étant de savoir mourir.»
Phrase au demeurant complètement stupide car… Comment savoir naître ???? Je vous le demande. Mais bon, peu importe… Toujours est-il que sa phrase eut un énorme succès au sein de l’assemblée ébahie.
Tant de succès que le Sieur de latroufandière décida, un peu sous les recommandations de madame (il faut bien le préciser.) dite Josépha, née Mercier. De se lancer dans la rédaction d’un manuel du "Parfait savoir mourir."
Son manuel eut tellement de succès que le couple vécu plus qu’aisément. Le manuel du "parfait savoir mourir" avait passé les frontières et sa renommée était allée jusqu‘en Asie.
En réalité, seule la femme d’Ernest de Latroufandière, connaissait le secret du "vrai savoir mourir". Il est bien évident que toutes pages du manuel, n’étaient que cruellement fausses. Le manuel n’étant qu’une vile escroquerie.
Ernest sur son lit de mort, reçu la visite d’un vieux camarade de classe de Josépha qui, se penchant sur l’oreille d’Ernest, lui susurra : «Allez dis-moi le vrai parfait savoir mourir.»
Il était trop tard, Ernest était déjà parti dans un coma profond ou presque.
De colère le vieux camarade de Josépha, incontrôlé commença à hurler sur le pauvre Ernest sans réaction, puis le frappa fortement sur la poitrine. Ce qui ne résout rien dans un cas comateux, tout le monde sait cela.
De guerre lasse il le gifla à deux reprises puis tourna les talons en direction de la porte et disparu. Quelques secondes plus tard il resurgit et dans une ultime tentative se rapprocha d’Ernest à pas feutré, puis collé à son oreille lui souffla du tréfond de ses poumons, un cri faisant comme miraculeusement revenir Ernest à la vie. Ce qui engendra une telle frayeur à Eustache, car ainsi se nommait le vieux camarade de Josépha, qu’il en tomba à la renverse quasi inanimé. Ernest descendit alors de son lit de futur mort, se pencha sur lui et d’une voix d’outre tombe :
Le savoir mourir n’existe pas crétin. Il existe des gens qui sont morts et qui ne le savent pas. Et d’autres qui se font surprendre. Comme toi.
Il existe des spéculateurs sur "la mort parfaitement digne" que j’ai inspiré par mes millions d’exemplaire de manuel !
Résultat : Toi tu pars et moi, je reste.
Tout ça, à cause de ta bêtise crasse, de ta soif de détenir une vérité qui n’existe pas...
La vérité est que les gens meurent par peur, par peur de mourir et que mon manuel fut le plus garnd best seller avant la Bible, le Coran ou la Tora.
S’approchant à son tour à l’oreille d’Eustache et tout bas :
« Sur ce, je te salut bien bas et m’en vais me mettre à l’écriture d’un manuel "du savoir vivre parfaitement." »
Et lui lançant goguenard, en un dernier clin d’œil :
«Je pense que ça devrait faire de gros tirages.»
Puis hélant sa femme :
– Josépha !
– Oui mon chéri !
– Viens ma belle nous avons du travail, il va te falloir réaffûter ta plume ! Je crois que je tiens une idée de génie.
Josépha le regardant avec des yeux pleins d’admiration et d’amour. Ayant toujours eu une relation plus que fusionnelle avec Ernest.
– Comme depuis toujours et jusqu’à la fin des temps mon aimé.
Puscifer
at The Greek Theatre
Los Angeles, CA
June 12, 2022
All photos © Kaley Nelson Photography - www.KaleyNelson.com
Puscifer
at The Greek Theatre
Los Angeles, CA
June 12, 2022
All photos © Kaley Nelson Photography - www.KaleyNelson.com
I found a stack of these napkins in the breakroom at work and couldn't resist scanning one. Either the manufacturer is so existential they don't believe in numerical time, or they are using the number 5 ironically, or someone in the proofreading department needs a refresher on the proper use of quotes.
Quotes are not attention-getting devices, people!
12:00 pm - 12:50 pm
Hotel Jerome Ballroom
Tristan Harris
Interviewer: Charles Duhigg
Property of the Aspen Institute / Photo Credit: Ian Wagreich
Hey what would it mean to you?
To know that it'll
Come back around again
Hey whatever it means to you
Know that everything
Moves in circles
-Incubus, Circles
Aperture: f/4.2
Shutter Speed: 1/640
This was a candid I shot at the dog park of Darius. I named this existential contemplation because of the seriousness of his face and his penchant for existential conversations. I was using a fast shutter speed because we were shooting the morning and created a shallow depth of field.
I think I picked this up at the Art Institute of Chicago. In my elementary school days I went through a big owl phase. Some of my watercolors were framed by my dad for his office (and now hang in some of the bedrooms since he retired).
Simple lines, vivid color and bold negative space - that's what my Cocteau's asthetic has in common with mine.
The Universe doesn’t give a damn about this man and he knows it. “Man is but a reed,” said Blaise Pascal, “but he is a thinking reed.” Sounds noble doesn’t it? But there’s a catch. Remember what Craig the puppeteer in “Being John Malkovich said to the chimp, “...consciousness is a terrible curse. I think. I feel. I suffer.” Aye, there’s the rub. It hurts to know that the universe doesn’t give a damn about you. But grow up man and accept it. And quit your existential whining!
For as long as I've been shopping at this fine and comfy little yarn barn, this soap dispenser has been thus labeled. It was Bunni who dubbed it the Existential Soap Dispenser, and unless it ever gets fixed, that's what it forever shall be. Hell, even if they fix it, I'll probably still think of it by that name.
Legendary band from San Francisco's punk heyday.
Self-taught guitarists/vocalists Johnny Strike and Frankie Fix formed the nucleus of Crime, and their stark vision dominated the band through its lifespan. In the summer of 1976, with bassist Ron Ripper and drummer Ricky Tractor on board and a few hasty rehearsals under their belts, Crime recorded and self-released their debut single, “Hot Wire My Heart” b/w “Baby You’re So Repulsive.” More: crimesf.com/murder-by-guitar
Sunset is archetypal, which makes it no less existential and real on a daily basis. Every day is an elegy. That is what makes the day so valuable and meaningful; it goes away, comes back, goes away, and so forth. It all sounds so eternal until you come down to your own life, your own day, your own sunset. Sunset, as sunsets go, may be immortal–more or less–but our experience with the sunset is not immortal. It is ‘measured out.’
Stanley Plumly, from “An Interview with Stanley Plumly” by Jacqueline Kolosov, The Writer’s Chronicle (vol. 50, no. 2, December 2017)
(via ascoltolelune)
Truth is not revealed at once—
it unfolds through time,
layer by layer,
leaving traces of itself
in moments we learn to endure
Just look at the sheer terror in those eyes. There’s only one thing that can bring on such existential dread in the modern human - a dwindling phone signal in a remote area in an emergency. Although quite what constitutes an emergency can vary considerably.
In this case Karen has been separated from the rest of her hen party. She’s had a couple of drinks and got a little lost on the way back from the loo. Now she’s standing on the seafront. It’s 3am. She’s got one bar of signal and 4% battery. She’s surrounded by seagulls. Karen has a severe case of ornithophobia. The fear is real. Things are about to get interesting…
‘The eyes have it’ has been produced using the magic of spray paint, stencils, pencils and imagination on classy Somerset paper that used to be A2 but has been carefully cut down to fit. Drop us a line if you need it for your wall or she’ll be making her way to our website in due course.
Cheers
id-iom
Puscifer
at The Greek Theatre
Los Angeles, CA
June 12, 2022
All photos © Kaley Nelson Photography - www.KaleyNelson.com
12:00 pm - 12:50 pm
Hotel Jerome Ballroom
Tristan Harris
Interviewer: Charles Duhigg
Property of the Aspen Institute / Photo Credit: Ian Wagreich