I am visiting New York city for the mostly annual visit to my wife’s family. We are having a grand time. I love this town! As we were headed to Chinatown from the Upper East side o the subway, I was approached by one Garth Wolkoff. Garth is an English teacher and a writer, who has a blog dedicated to what New Yorkers are reading on the subway. I think the fact that my wife, and her Mom, are both New Yorkers kind of grandfathered me into being qualified to be an item on the blog. Also, the fact that Garth used to live in my tow, San Francisco, probably helped. You can read the entry, One Taste, over at undergroundreads.blogspot.com. Enjoy!
Archive for the ‘Fun’ Category
This Just In, Hormel Employs Covert Perverts
I came across this package in the meat & cheese section of my local Luckys while shopping for my Mom. It took me a few moments to realize why it had stopped me in my tracks. In case it hasn’t hit you yet, check the crackers and think about male anatomy. The kind you don’t normally see when a guy is wearing pants. That display has now been in the meet & cheese section for five weeks. Someone at Hormel was getting a bit punchy, working too many long hours. The smile on the pumpkin is the best, and I would grin like that too if I was packing a roll of crackers that was “great for a party of 8!”
Wouldn’t You Like To Be A Pope Too?

Years ago, in a land a lot like where I live now but not quite as old, I came across the Eye in the Pyramid by Robert Anton Wilson. It was a very good read, and managed to melt a bit of my brain loose from societally imposed habitual thinking. I then discovered The Cosmic Trigger on the shelf at a used book store I used to haunt, and the whole reality construct was blown apart. What a rush!
A few months later I was in the same used book store and I came across a copy of the forth edition of the Principia Discordia with an introduction by, you guessed it, Robert Anton Wilson. Again with the reality melting. I converted. The beautiful thing abut being a Discordian is, it really doesn’t mean anything. Or, rather we get to make it mean what we want it to mean. Quite a refreshing change from the more mainstream Religions available to choose from. Additionally, being a Discordian does not preclude one from being anything else. In fact, it is encouraged! So, that’s what I did. I explored, and am continuing to explore, the practices of the ancient Taoists, and the not-as-ancient Buddhists. I’ve also poked around with a slew of other faiths, Christian Mysticism, Jewish Mysticism, Kabbalah. I’ve studied several different branches of philosophy from Taoism to Stoicism, Buddhism to Existentialism, AQAL to Advaita, Mohism to Neo-Platonism. And, I have read the works of philosophers from, from Socrates to Aristotle, Epictetus to Han Shan, Kierkegaard to Wilber, Ramana to White, Ghandi to Kant. Discordianism embraces them all.

I recently came back across RAW, as the readers of Robert Anton Wilson affectionately call him. His simple, raw, straight forward take on the mystical experience is still refreshing and alarmingly beautiful. You can get a good feeling about him at the video here. RAW was a big time, long time, pundit of Discordianism. He was also a fully invested Pope of Discordianism. Being a Pope is a bit easier than it might seem, and for that reason perhaps a bit more profound. The card at the top of the post says it all. Yes, I am a fully invested Pope of Discordianism as well. The details are spelled out on the back of the card illustrated to the right.
As a bonus I have included the original card as shown in the Principia Discordia below. Feel free to print out a copy and begin to rework the Erisian Church to suit your particular life and reality tunnel. Any changes you wish to be spread to a larger spread of reality tunnels, you are free to add them as comments below. Hail Eris! And, if you don’t believe that Discordianism is seeping into the roots of the world’s reality tunnel, check this out.

Hmmm, I always Wondered why I Felt so Out of Place.
Great article over at Viewzone.com – Scientists Now Know: We’re Not From Here!
So, if we combine that with Douglas Harding’s startling proof that each of us, as individuals, have no head, a frighteningly accurate reason for the lifelong alienation and disjointedness that drives us all to keep wondering just, “Who am I?” comes to light. I mean, really, we are this floating point of awareness with no face or head to be found walking through a world from another galaxy amongst all these people who have heads and faces. Maybe they are all from the Milky Way and I am the only original inhabitant left! Yikes!







