Apocalypse

Today I saw Vice magazine at a coffee shop. It had some insert sitting on top of it. A little printed booklet in white with red letters spelling “apocalypse” across the front. Of course this got my attention.

I opened it and this was the text:

“Forces of nature conspire with human acts to paint a contemporary landscape rich with latent threat. We are forced to navigate increasingly aggressive environments within our everyday. Whilst the masses fortify their domains, factions of society swarm toward the extreme, hunting a reason for being as we collectively teeter on the edge.”

Interesting, I thought. The next 20 pages are amatuerish photographs of empty machine-like photographs. The last photograph is a cell phone. This photograph does not look amatuerish at all, and in fact the logo of a big phone company nicely stands out above everything else. The last page, next to this one has this text:

“Robust communication is key to surviving the contemporary condition. The BRAND NAME cellphone is born from the MODEL NAME legacy. It has been rigorously tested to military standards to withstand water immersion, impact shocks, humidity, dust, ballistic vibration and heat radiation. In an uncertain world the MODEL NAME provides peach of mind.”

I haven’t seen this much capitalization off of the collapse since I saw An Inconvenient Truth.

in a bad dream (nightmare) I had last night no phone worked except for the property rich governments and small local property rich people who got their electricity from generators. I remember a toco bell and mc donalds still running on electricity and many large buildings in the portland metro district but not any ‘ma and pa’ store or homes. The nightmare goes on, but I’d rather not talk about it…I would like to add this that some english speaking gov. started rounded everybody up depending on, or not, our fucking annuel income and powerful influences. Some people got to go free. I’m still upset about the whole dream and definately need more time to go over it; it was the first almost full length story like apocalypit dream I’ve had so far. It freaked me out a lot and taught we a grip about what it means to not be ready!!! But luckily before me it looked like I was going to die I woke up. My name is Eric Richey. :o

will model name continue to operate after brand name cell towers stop working when the oil and coal run out?

i’ve been thinking about CBs running off wind/solar for local communication in our tribe. it wouldn’t hurt to learn or develop a smoke signal language as well. i have a hard time determining which one will stand out to the man as a red flag renegade group. other than telepathy and just sending runners between camps, i don’t know quite how to stay under the radar.

We floated some ideas about using drums, cymbals, and flutes for passing messages between camps on Ishcon, maybe 11/05 or thereabouts. Pretty intersting idea, and having a drum corps of messengers would be a fun sodality to install amongst tribal life.

thanks, rory. i forgot about drums. yeah, low frequencies can travel pretty far.

Tunnels?

sounds good for a hideout, but labor instensive for a connectivity system.

Of course! Al Gore and cell phones will save us all! I heard those toxic little things helped out during the French riots in 2005 though. What is Vice magazine by the way?