Midnight Cowboy: Prelude to a Fiasco

When I got thrown out of Naranjastan, I hung out in a meta cantina for awhile. I’ll probably still visit on the weekends. Good group over there, a wide swath of people. Some whose very behavior reveals they are in character.

Some, unfortunately, are just born that way, God love them. Finding their own way across the cyber, emotional nomads floating across the sea of this shared world wide hallucination.

This multi-user shared hallucination, known as a MUSH ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MUSH ) , is just an extension of the collective unconscious. The MUSH won out for the format of the internet, though its brother the MUD ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MUD ) destroys lives today. It goes by the name of World of Warcraft. Do not buy this game, for you or anyone. Imagine bumping up your blog addiction on the par of  with a backwoods trailer living meth addict. Back where it’s so dark, they have to pipe in the sunlight.

The Global MUSH is nothing but win. If you pause for a second and realize just twenty years ago we were using card catalogs at libraries. And the book was never in. The global library at your finger tips is historical. This has never happened before.

For the first time in recorded history, the flow of information is no longer centralized. The MUSH filled out into empty space, expanding at the will and direction of humanity. Volumes of data filled searchable storehouses of infinite knowledge. And you had unlimited access. The Gutenberg Press doesn’t have shit on the Internet.

Of course, now the central powers want to close off parts of the MUSH, which is their want. The counterwant of the collective unconscious is complete access to all information. This is true internationally. This is a whole earth affair. At the end of the day, we are all the same monkey. We just come in all kinds of fun and exciting shapes and sizes. And the monkeys love their intertubez on the river of wisdom.

A seemingly out of control machine, there is order in the chaos. One aspect of the way the internet works is its information traffic control system. This beautifully couples with the term “ingress traffic.” If one could understand the modes and facets of the initial points of entry for all data as ingress traffic to entire internet, one could hack the MUSH.

One could hack a part of the collective unconscious.

I decided to give it a try.


Why I supported Ron Paul

Stick around, it’s the Ron Paul Quartet, they will be playing all the week.  


Skip to comment form

    • pfiore8 on February 20, 2008 at 07:10

    collective unconscious just at the time i am re reading jung.


    btw… always good to see you around these parts.

  1. of you, and your ability to assume the form of different monkeys, and if I ran across you again would I know. Hacking the collective unconscious is not for the weak of character as it’s filled with all kinds of weird stuff. Your enough of a mixer/trickster to come out unscathed.      

Comments have been disabled.