φύσηφόβος – The Fear of Nature, and Me

[I know that the Greek is probably UTTERLY mangled, but, hell, I never had any classes!]

I’m not really afraid of nature in as much as I simply don’t like many things that are considered “natural” by modern designers and most of western civilization.

This became apparent when I started shopping for my new place and most of my friends and family didn’t really like what I was going for: Hard angles, no “warm” colours, no plants of any kind and a strict adherence to a cubical and semi-symmetrical order. My living room is probably the most unsafe room for kids to be in, in the whole of Germany. The furniture is angled and has sharp and defined angles. There are next to no cushions. It’s all black and hard wood. Apart from the sofa, which is black and made out of some synthetic fibres, but is still rectangular and spots an interesting amount of hard angles for something not made out of a hard material.

I decided against a rug and took to a dark-brown laminate as my floor.

I prefer other things in that way, too. I love how the iPhone 4/4s look compared to their forefathers. I almost purchased an iPad1 over the 2 model simply because I don’t like Apple’s penchant for “rounded edges”. I want to feel the edges. I want them pronounced and crisp and straight and as perfect as possible. I want to have the illusion that I could [i]shave[/s] with my gadgets.

My mouse and keyboard are as rectangular as possible. I even got rectangular plates and non-rounded cutlery.

And on a greater scale, I abhor how many people seem dead-set to retain the human form “as is” because they consider it “natural”. Fuck that! Nature fucked up. We’re a messy, badly designed species and we should use all the technology we have to make ourselves in our image. Nature might have started evolution, but I don’t see a single reason why we should be bound by it when we have the capabilities to exceed nature’s design in favour of something more useful to our actual way-of-live.

If I could have the transhuman options of cutting out sleep, defecation/urination and uncontrollable emotional and neurological reactions, I would do so withing a heartbeat. If I could make a surgeon take out my natural eyes and implant me a set of high-def, stereoscopic, wireless-enabled cyber-eyes with a wide range of civilian modifications, I’d do so. Without even thinking twice. Just because I was born with something doesn’t mean I have to die with it.

The idea that we should bow down to nature and try to emulate it is something I simply cannot grasp.

We are Humanity. We are here now. And we are, in the long run, a very much endangered species. Yes, mostly by our own doing, I agree. I don’t want to contest that. Multiple generations of humans fucked up, badly and spectacularly, on the environmental macro and micro scales. We made sure that we have dark times in front of us.

But we shouldn’t only be looking into how we can “heal” our planet. (I mean, fuck, DON’T STOP! Keep going and work as hard as you can on this!)
We should also look into how we can adapt ourselves to survive in new environments. And we shouldn’t stop because of any “sacred human form” bullshit.

This is our world. Our existence.
We should be working hard on stamping our own stamp on us. Nature isn’t perfect in all things. It does things right, to a point. But we should look into ways to get things BEYOND that point. To further ourselves. To advance our state of being. To enhance our frail and stupidly-plumbered frames.

Societies should stop bowing down to gods which probably don’t exist and start standing up, taking “destiny” into their own hands. If any supernatural beings want to make sure that we don’t deviate from any of their plans, they are welcome to manifest and tell us. But as long as they don’t, why the fuck do so many people keep themselves bound to the tenets of faiths which were corrupted to serve the will of other humans for centuries?

Yes, I’m an atheist. I’m also a technocrat and a transhumanist and a hopeless romantic.

There is an unparalleled beauty in a sunrise. There is beauty in a rose. There is beauty in how eco-systems work and adapt and create.
I am one of those people who can stop in their tracks on a sunny day, pick a flower, smell the air and smile like a fucking idiot because it’s just SUCH a good day.
I hope each and every day that we will find out, somewhen, that we are not unique snowflakes. That there is sentience and sapience besides ourselves. Because frankly, that would shut some of my most hated anthro-centric philosophies right up.

Yet, I still want ourselves, as a species, go further than that. To stop limiting ourselves because some lines of research are labelled “un-natural”.

Let’s leave nature behind.
Let’s step forward and create and design and re-design and adapt and innovate natural systems around us and inside us and between us.
Let’s become gods ourselves. Forgers of our own survival, on our own terms, from our own wills and minds.

That… Kinds crept on me.
It should have only been a small commentary on how I don’t like round “edges” and houseplants.
I… Don’t really know why I kept typing. Take this as a stream of consciousness. But this just came out of me, and this IS how I feel. Even though I myself feel and see that some points are lacking definition and aren’t worded as clear as they could be. Or should be. But this, right here? That’s what just came out of me, as one long string of thoughts and impressions. This is me. A part of me. What makes me. What IS me.

Non Traditional Christmas.

Hi kids, it’s me!

Mr. Technocratic Atheist Grinch McScrooge.

But even I succumb to some christmas mood-swings. Remnants of my hands-off catholic upbringing. I’m not utterly happy with it, but… Well… It’s there. A
So let’s work with it.

And I did.
And one can combine christmas with being an utter nerd.
And I want to share this.

So, well, enjoy! :)

http://www.datpiff.com/Random-aka-Mega-Ran-A-Very-Random-Christmas-mixtape.289601.html

It’s not a style most of you like, yes.
But give it a chance.
Listen to the lyrics.
Have fun!
Have a great, friendly, peaceful day!

Yours,
Matt McGrinch. :)

Let’s combine three very nice things.

I miss two things right now:
Going out dancing.
Doctor Who.

In addition to those two things, I also enjoy songs with political commentary.

It’s very good then, that a local act managed to combine those three on a six years old album, isn’t it?

Rotersand – Exterminate Annihilate Destroy [Welcome to Goodbye] | 2005 | Futurepop

This is simply a good song!
It’s lyrics are minimal but poignant.
The samples are very well chosen and played to great effect.
The breaks, beats and hooks just make you dance your heart out.

It might be slightly dark, but it’s really great to raise my mood.
I really needed this today. And I got it. Thanks to this great song our from Rhine-Ruhr.

Let’s get Goth, quick and old-school.

The Sisters of Mercy are one of my most favourite bands… IN THE WORLD! [A callback! Even if it’s just been a day. It feels much longer to me. *sighs* Stupid day filled with moving and building.]

And their lead singer/frontman/boss/creator has been harping on for years they simply AREN’T goth.
Yes.
Mr. Andrew fucking Eldritch called a band “The Sisters of Mercy”, used low toned basses, an at times haunting drum-machine, darkly romantic lyrics, used a darkly romantic style on-stage and for photo-ops and played at festivals such as M’era Luna and the Wave Gothik Treffen. And he thinks that they were never truly goth. For fuck’s sake, man, I fully understand not wanting to be pushed into a style/genre you didn’t choose yourself, not wanting to be put into an envelope by others, but… Well… In this case… You were sorta, kinda asking for it. I mean… Really.

Case in point is today’s track for you all.
A perfect, haunting, danceable piece of Goth Rock cult.
In the short, radio friendly ’92 version. (Anther thing that is shared by the Goth and Techno sub-cultures: Releasing uncountable versions of the same song in the hope that dedicated fans will buy each and every one of them. *casts a glance on his pile of VNV Nation singles and EPs, some of them quite hard to find* … Well, fuck you too!)

After today turned out to be a rainy, grey, fucktastic piece of a crappy day, I needed some fitting music to cheer myself up and to get some positive energy flowing again. So this track was simply perfect.

Now, then, listen. Enjoy. And have a great weekend, all!
(Also! Bonus! That song features Ofra Haza. :) – The early 90s were a time where middle-eastern influences were quite vogue in Gothic cirlces. I kinda miss those myself, to be honest.)

The Sisters of Mercy – Temple of Love ’92 [Temple of Love] | 1992 | Goth Rock

[An important note: I don’t actually know which release, IF ANY!, actually features the 3min radio/video version you see in this video. I’m more familiar with the ~8min versions myself, to be honest. This might mean that the lyrics won’t fully match up, too.]

[expand title=”Lyrics”]With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on
Walls as wide as lovers’ eyes

In the temple of love-shine like thunder
In the temple of love-cry like rain
In the temple of love-hear my calling
In the temple of love-hear my name

And the devil in a black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
With the sunlight died and the night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another, it’s all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside

With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder, cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows stronger, cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before this
Black wind calls my name to you no more

In the black sky thunder sweeping under
Ground and over water, sounds of
Crying, weeping will not save your
Faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave when
Stone is dust and only air remains

In the temple of love-shine like thunder
In the temple of love-cry like rain
In the temple of love-hear the calling
In the temple of love-is falling down

In the temple of love-shine like thunder
In the temple of love-cry like rain
In the temple of love-hear my calling
In the temple of love-hear my name

In the black sky thunder sweeping under
Ground and over water, sounds of
Crying, weeping will not save your
Faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave when
Stone is dust and air remains the
Only haven you can trust
And the devil in the black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away

With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder, cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows stronger, cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before this
Black wind calls my name to you no more

In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on
Walls as wide as lovers’ eyes

In the temple of love-shine like thunder
In the temple of love-cry like rain
In the temple of love-near the calling
And the temple of love-is falling down[/expand]

Let’s kick myself in the ass.

Because I’m regretting not having instituted my insidious plan of cataloging each and every track I add here. So now I don’t know if I have used “Books from Boxes” already or not. Which sucks. And I’m too lazy to go look. So I pick another song, that’s also fitting with the current events.

No lyrics.
No intertwined history.
Just a great tune with loads and loads and loads of legacy.

And this is a tune EVERYBODY knows. Be it from their own experience or through cultural osmosis.

Hirokazu Tanaka – Korobeiniki/Tetris A [Tetirs GameBoy] | 1989 | Electronic

Yeah.
This is pretty damn fitting to what I’m doing now.

Let’s sort through boxes.

Today was another day of unpacking and re-arranging and packing and sorting and sifting and wondering what the FUCK I have collected over the years.
And today was the day I started going through my musical collection. Ouch. I surprised myself with how many books I had sorted behind each other. Today I shocked myself with how many CDs I’d crammed up to three or sometimes even four rows deep into my shelves.

And there’s some great stuff in there. Collector’s Editions, Limited Editions, Erroneous Prints, even a unique print done only for myself by Autoagression before he got quasi-famous.

I think I truly have forgotten (and lost) more about music than some people ever knew. ;)

But, well, something else caught my eye.
A digi-pack single CD.
Of a cover version, even! An 80s cover. Done in 2000.
I even remember where I bought it and who was with me at the time, and how much fun we had with this song when it came out. Still do, as a matter of fact. :)

It was just another one of those nice, wonderful, resonating moments.
So I’ll share. :)

There’s nothing left to say but… Party on, people! [Oh, yeah, there is one thing: That were my teenage years. That look. That energy. That cuteness. :) ]

Guano Apes – Big in Japan [Don’t Give Me Names] | 2000 | Rock

Let’s get back to my early clubbing days, again.

Anouk – Nobody’s Wife [Together Alone] | 1997 | Rock/Post Grunge

[expand title=”Lyrics”]I’m sorry for the times that I made you scream
for the times that I killed your dreams
for the times that I made your whole world rumble

for the times that I made you cry
for the times that I told you lies
for the times that I watched and let you stumble

It’s too bad, but that’s me
what goes around comes around, you’ll see
that I can carry the burden of pain
’cause it ain’t the first time that a man goes insane
and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life
I’m suckin’ out his love, ’cause I, I’ll never be nobody’s wife

I’m sorry for the times that I didn’t come home
left you lyin’ in that bed alone
was flyin’ high in the sky when you needed my shoulder

you’re like a stone hangin’ round my neck, see
cut it loose before it breaks my back, see
I’ve gotta say what I feel before I grow older

I’m sorry but I ain’t gonna change my ways
you know I’ve tried but I’m still the same
I’ve got to do it my own way

It’s too bad, but hey, that’s me
what goes around comes around, you’ll see
that I can carry the burden of pain
’cause it ain’t the first time that a man goes insane
and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life
I’m suckin’ out his love, I, I’ll never be nobody’s wife

It’s too bad, but hey, that’s me
what goes around comes around, you’ll see
that I can carry the burden of pain
’cause it ain’t the first time that a man goes insane
and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life
I’m suckin’ out his love, I, I’ll never be nobody’s wife [/expand]

Again, a song that was played on the first day I visited a club (RIP T-Club… :( ).
And then on nearly every day I went out for the next few years.

And it’s still one hell of a powerful song to me.
The lyrics speak true, the power is in the music and it’s the perfect mix of contemplative sadness and upbeat energy.

If you ever need me pumped up and ready to go for something… ANYTHING!
Play this song. Play it loud.
I’ll be grinning like a madman and be focused on the prize afterwards.