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Chudmorph writes "Philips is developing some odd thing they call Nebula.
In a nutshell, it's "an interactive projection system designed to enrich the experience of going to bed, sleeping and waking up."
"The system consists of a ceiling projector linked via the Internet to a database of content. The content consists of just about anything ranging from an alarm clock, to clouds, and even poetry."
This thing even responds to body movements! "
Here's a review, but I gotta believe that this is a joke.
Hey... If this is real, think how cool this could be. You could actually feel like your living out your dreams. This would replace the need for videogames!
This article was first published on newVALUEnews April 2001
http://www.thehungersite.com
Do you just have to wave a hand in its general direction to change the channel?
Now... tell me your password.
give one of these to a geek and they'll have to change their sticky sheets every night :P
Carpe meam simiam!
Cripes, can you imagine if someone hacked into the database and inserted subliminals? they could have you buying things you'd never heard of, killing people, etc.
They're called mirrors.
I look at pictures off the internet just before getting into bed. It helps me sleep
http://www.thehungersite.com
Interact, indeed!
Shut up, be happy. The conveniences you demanded are now mandatory. -- Jello Biafra
Most of my life is already commercialized, I don't know if I want to concede my bedtime too... (you just know they're going to pull an OnStar)
I can't say that I think projecting anything on the wall would impress me during a dream. I'd much rather have my movements analyzed so I can figure out why I wake up in the morning wearing pants when I go to sleep in just my boxers...
Holy porn batman! Can you imagine what will happen when the adult entertainment industry gets its mits on one of these?
It does sound pretty cool actually. I could see waking up with the weather, my days schedule, slashdot headlines, and maybe the latest pics of Natalie Portman on my ceiling.
Casca
This thing is just begging to be made fun of with respect to sexual activities. Therefore I will refrain.
an interactive projection system designed to enrich the experience of going to bed,
-slap-
This thing even responds to body movements!
-SLAP-
Uh, now refraining...
The coolest voice ever.
Not that I'd do it or anything, never - but the possibilities of full scale goatse'ing with this device must be considered.
Does that mean that if I move during my sleep, than I'm considered a "zapper"?
Great! Now I can not only not watch any of the channels on cable, I can also not dream of anything for more thatn two seconds!
And I thought I could sleep my problems off...
Two people have pointed this out and still no one seems to get it. April. This article was published in April. "Maybe its a joke."
It has been known for some time that the earliest stages of dreaming can be strongly influenced by sensory input just before going to sleep. Whereas you cannot predict exactly what will be in the dream, it is fairly certain some of it will relate to what was happening just before you fall asleep. This is not as true of dreams later in the evening.
There is a nice trio of reviews of theories of sleep and dreaming in the latest issue of Science.
What would happen if you somehow got stuck in a pr0n javascript loop? Would you doze off or would you just sorta give a 3 finger salute with your hands?
From the text :
[...]
Content is selected by placing a smart 'pebble' into the bedside pocket. Each pebble corresponds to a different topic or theme. For example, a 'cloud' pebble produces content related to clouds
[...]
Pebbles can also contain games, such as ping-pong, which will only be revealed when a particular combination of sleeping positions has been assumed. Once the positions have been discovered and the game is revealed, the couple can activate the game at any time
[...]
Need I say more about other games than ping pong ? Your personal kamasuta director is now alive !
Men are born ignorant, not stupid; they are made stupid by education. Bertrand Russel
I'll make a sequence that includes smbliminal images designed to induce everyone to use vi and shun emacs. ;-)
But how does this work if my eyes are closed?
How is this difference from the pseudo-psychology that parents have been practicing for years?
Parents have been told that putting Mozart close to this stomachs during pregnancy will help them rear a child more attuned to music. I'll be that's all this new technology will be used for -- call me a skeptic.
- Mike Johnson
"Who can't find a link to start a new thread."
Dreaming is possible even in artificially intelligent robots and cyborgs. The system described in the SourceForge article may permit individual humans to have separate, individual dreams, but multiple AI Minds might easily merge their mutual memory spaces and experience shared interactive dreams.
One mode of existence for Artificial Minds is To live in the waking state only for the sake of the dream state .
These artificial minds capable of dreaming are not merely a pipe dream, but are already underway in such projects as Mind.VB (3.Apr.2000) and, more recently, Mind.JAVA (June 2001).
Thankfully several well known companies have
stepped to the plate and will be offering anti-virus
software for the device. Despite early reports there
is no evidence to support any correlation between
usage of the device and spontaneous proclamations
of "A compliant citizen is a happy citizen! Privacy
is for Bad People!"
-Franklin Beach Investigator, Nov. 25, 2001
So if you had something that induced odd magnetic patterns, like a sleeping pad under the sheets, you could get weird effects.
Taking it to the next step and hooking it up to internet control would perhaps not be wise.
I keep imagining the end results of Dream Hackers reprogramming your dreams for their pleasure.
Someting that would only happen in a science fiction story, of course.
"It is a greater offense to steal men's labor, than their clothes"
Soon we will get commercials pumped into our dreams
Now I can use my bed as an input device. I suppose someone could write a BedOS, but it would have to use a different metaphor than desktop/windows.
One line blog. I hear that they're called Twitters now.
Hello. These devices, or similar devices, are actually quite popular in Japan. It is a headset that one will wear while one is preparing to go to sleep. The device actually monitors the on set of Rapid Eye Movement sleep and when such sleep is detected, a bright red light is shined into the wearers eyes.
The idea is that when the wearer detects this red light he will be able to recognize it as a cue that he is dreaming. Henceforth he is able to imagine whatever he would like in the dreams. There is a brief English phrase for such a state of dreaming, but I cannot recall it at the present.
I will be happy to find more information on these devices if it would be interesting to anyone else. Thank you.
R. Suzuka
Studies have shown that light patterns can affect your sleep... So, if I go to sleep in class, I'll have a different "experience" than if I go to sleep in my bed. Right...
Now, I don't know about you, but I see no difference when I sleep in total darkness or with laser lights all around me (I've tried this before), so how the heck will this affect my lifestyle other than me having bad dreams of the damn system crashing. Who knows?
This sounds really interesting, and I'd like to see how this thing actually works. But alas! Something like this was already invented! It's name- marijuana. It sounds like you make someone trippy in their sleep w/o narcotics w/ this machine. Just an observation
Everyone knows that a subliminal state of mind is very powerful and has been thoeretically tested and proven based on case study. A major concern of something I am unaware of is: How immediate are the effects of subliminal suggestions?
IE: What would happen if the 'net connection were to dropped during a suggestive state.. would we become vegatables?
What if the screen skipped.. would we wake up with a stutter? Or what if the content was hacked and tomorrow we all woke up and found ourselves transferring our money to some off-shore account and killing or neighbors?
I know this sounds far fetched... But in reality, if the content was hacked and a idea or suggestion was implanted into the imagery.. how long (if ever) would it take to be discovered? And when it was.. would it be to late? Who would be responsible?
Hell, maybe the message can reprogram your mind to never see the message in the first place.
All your bases belong to us!
Never try to beat a professional at his own game!
Presumably if this thing can sense your movements, it's got a camera of some kind. Do you really want a net-connected camera pointing at your bed?
It's hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning.
Forgive me for not reading through every post if I missed this, but here's a picture of it...I've gotta get me one of these! http://www.news.philips.com/mondial/archive/2001/m ay/artikel4_2.html
Way to count the sheep without closing your eyes!
:)
You can control the size cand speed of sheep with movements of one hand, set the height of fence with other.. endless fun for insomniacs
I am still searching for a "Star Projector ".
,accompanied by some relaxing music should be enough to put someone to sleep .
...
theres this thing I had seen long time ago in a RS catlog...Its a globe or something which projects stars on the ceilings .
This
anybody know where i can find one ?
The one on amazon sucks..its a bloody toy and just projects constellations
p
Feel free to concat me with all your troubles...
It would be much cooler to take other peoples' brain activity when dreaming, amplify it, and reproduce it in other people by affixing electrodes to their skulls.
Sure, you wouldn't have the same dreams, but you'd be damn sure having a sex dream if you ordered a sex dream pattern, or a nightmare if you ordered a nightmare pattern. That'd be pretty nifty, and it seems pretty plausible given modern technology.
Now, if they could tap into our visual centres a bit easier, we'd be able to get product placement, or even our favorite shows in our sleep. Television takes up four hours from our day, so putting TV into the 8 hours when we're drooling vegetables already might be a better alternative, for advertisers and TV stations alike.
In fact, when we're asleep odds are we won't be flipping channels, and ratings will be much easier to grab.
"Look at me, I invented the stove!" -- Ben Franklin
What ever happened to the idea that sleep was for rest. Really, what is wrong with a nice dark quiet room and comfortable pillows. I think that we have this desire to improve upon everything with connectivity and content. You have to remember that in the good _very_ old days, sleeping on a straw mattress thrown over a netting of rope was an improvement over the cold damp ground. Now we sell "sleep systems". Don't get me wrong, I _CAN_ see the value of a little bedroom entertainment to spice up the relations, but when I'm done, I want to shut it off and sleep in quiet, dark silence.
That's not my hand.
You could learn the difference between your and you're.
For example, on your ceiling, you could see sentences like...
Your dog is cute. You're not a cop, are you?
"Would it kill you to put down the toilet seat?" -- Maya Angelou
A picture can be found here. Pass the bong...
- *Normality Is The Root of All Evil*
You can suggest something
but you cannot "Make" people do something they wouldnt normally do to begin with.
Someone who can be suggested into killing someone, was capable of it in the first place or else it wouldnt work.
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where they projected the advertisments into people's dreams? Mabye tin foil hat crazies aren't so crazy afterall =)
Don't call my crazy, that's what they called me back in the home!
"an interactive projection system designed to enrich the experience of going to bed,..."
Now maybe I'm just old fashion, but the way I see it, we already have something that enriches the experience of going to bed. They're called girls! Going to bed is much nicer when you've got a soft skinned hard body to curl up next to..
...I can't wait to see what happens when someone cracks it! Hundreds of people calling Philips...
"I don't trust goats," --To Catch a Spy
And my advice is: make sure you don't wake up as Soylent Green!
Its easy for anyone to learn to control their dreams and dream about whatever they want really. I dream about what I want usually, when i dont, thats when its a nightmare.
The reason most people cant dream about what they want is because they dont know they are dreaming.
This thing wont be any good unless people believe its part of the dream, perhaps if it were in goggles it would work but if its on the wall i dont really know.
I need some tests.
I do think dreams can be influenced somewhat by the enviornment you sleep in but what i really want to see is a brain to computer interface, which can sense what a person is dreaming and based on this, send various images to the goggles to try to control it.
If you use Linux, please help development of Autopac
Imagine a beowulf cluster of these!
In all seriousness, this would be perfect for when your doing Ecstacy. I'm always looking for new toys and other things to create the right ambiance when I am tripping.
Sounds like Total Recall to me.
Free Web based FTP
lucid dreaming.
The trick is to realize you're dreaming without waking yourself up. It's a bit difficult in the beginning because you usually realize you're dreaming when something happens that can't happen in real life. The shock makes you wake up. If you can control the shock and stay asleep after realizing you're dreaming, you have full control over what's going on in the dream. I've successfully done it once (maybe more) and it is truly a cool experience.
That would make for one good game of quake...
Mmm.... federally monitored bedroom... Wonder if McAfee is in on this yet.
Hopefully they will also sell advertising so that I may be better informed of the products and services available to me.
A choice of masters is not freedom
Instead turn it into a disturbed number crunching project by hooking up all those "unused" brain power while you sleep. Imagine running SETI@home code in your dream... now you can never be sure whether you were abducted by aliens or just received their signal in your brain
Codeala - Just another mindless drone
You can see what this thing looks like and get some more details here on Philip' site.
In general, the ceiling projection becomes livelier as the participants become more active.
Mmmmmm.... Kinky.
First of all, this is a safe and recreational device. It has enhanced my calm though one side effect is that I crave Taco Bell a bit more than I did prior to the testing. I can't conclusively say that the craving and the testing are related but they did occur around the same time.
I was skeptical of this thing at first but once I relaxed and began to accept what was given to me, I found that I had a greater level of peace and serenity both in sleep and while awake. Clearly this level of mental and emotional peace has aided in my understanding various aspects of life that I simply couldn't see before.
1. Bill Gates is NOT the devil. HE is an innovator in the truest sense of the word. Sure he "borrows" ideas from other sources, but don't we all? Isn't the doorknob a variation on the wheel? I see nothing wrong with enhancing the existing world by extending it. But since the extension cannot live or exist without the root portion of the technology, it's only fair that Microsoft should own whatever they extend, even if it was free to begin with. You're just angry because you didn't think of it first.
2. Politics are no longer confusing for me. The motivations of the government favoring larger corporations makes compelte sense to me now. First of all, it's in the interest of the people that the government hand over control to distributed corporate interests. Think of it! Now instead of electing our government, we can buy stock in it! What could be more democratic or capitalistic than that?
3. Of course the automotive and energy industries have been sitting on technologies that could reduce our use of fossil fuels!! But is it a bad thing? I think not! Those fossil fuels are a poison to our planet and need to be burned up as quickly and as often as possible. Once we clear those contaminants out of the way, we can move on to a cleaner, more pure world! So instead of crying about the cost of fuel, use it all up so we can move on to better sources. By the time we're done with all those fossil fuels, our corporate leaders will have found a way to measure out our use of hydro, thermal, solar and hydrogen based energy usage so that it is fair and equitable for everyone. The fact that they occur naturally is no reason to cheapen them with low value assessments [low prices]. And again, what's good for our corporate leaders is definitely good for us in the end.
I encourage everyone to get involved with this enlightening new technology. It's amazing how a good night's sleep can enlighten your day.
ok the picture of the ceiling of the clouds and stuff this is a high quality projector so why not get it and hook up a svga output and make a cave like system their was an article a few weeks ago about that IATFLTLIU (I Am To Friggin Lazy To Look It Up) but if this gets down in price it could be a cheep why to use that big wall w/ nothing on it as a 8' screen
This must be Thursday, I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
Do I die if my dream machine BSODs?
Will there be banner ads?
--SC
You read fiction? I write it! Lemme know what you th
have a look at:
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http://www.news.philips.com/mondial/archive/200
So it's a telescreen that goes over your bed? I guess you aren't even safe in your bed anymore.
...imagine being part of a Beowulf cluster of these!
wouldnt work for me, seeing as how i sleep on my stomach all night long. I prefer using music or the TV to alter my dreams, not necessarily making them controllable - or lucid - but just to insert fun/weird stuff into them =]
"I would say that 99 per cent of what my father has written about his own life is false." - L. Ron Hubbard Jr.
And Then, theres some people like me who dont kill because its WRONG.
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Why waste your money on elaborate internet-connected electronics? There are plenty of things you can do to "enhance" your dream state.
1) Nicoderm Transdermal Patches. If worn during sleep, they have the tendency to cause very interesting and detailed dreams/nightmares. The only downside here is that you cant determine in advance which will happen. You could have an awesome dream, or, you could have a titanically bad nightmare. More interestingly, the number of patches you wear at night correlates directly with the vividness of the dream you have.
2) Self-Hypnosis. $4.95 and a self-help book from Borders will give you everything you need to know to make yourself a porn star during sleep. The content of your dreams is largely determined by what you think about just before you go to sleep. Entering a state of deep relaxation while concentrating on gonzo Roman orgies will do the trick most of the time.
3) Drugs. More adventurous and stupid people take drugs before going to sleep to produce interesting dreams. Drugs are bad, mmkay?
3) The monitor trick. Sleep with the back-end of a couple large computer monitors or TV's near your head. Turn the volume off, point the display away from you, and run a screenblanker on each display. The EMF produced by the monitors may be significant enough to affect brainwave patterns. Good for wacky dreams.
Cheers,
Bowie J. Poag
I imagine it would be fun to have one of these in your guest bedroom. It would be a great way to make people go home early.
If my Mother-in-law were staying over, I might pipe "Pearl Necklace" into her room at two or three in the morning. Or maybe a German scat video. Or a video feed from the next room. Oh, the posibilities....
one of the main threads with regards to side effects of Alex Chiu's imortality device is vivid dreams
It reminds me of that time on "The Jetsons" where Jane punched up a Rocket Ranger dream or somesuch for Elroy. Elroy had a special bed with programmable dreams in it. :)
The future is here, folks.
N4st0r, trixx0r h0bb1tz0rz! Th3y st0l3 0ur pr3c10uzz!
Remember Clockwork Orange? Can you imagine what could happen if someone inserted nice little messages like the ones in the movie into your "dream machine".
> system designed to enrich the experience of going to bed, sleeping and waking up."
:)
Woah... get a girl man
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear,
burning their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their
torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares,
alcohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and
lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson,
illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery
dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops,
storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree
vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn,
ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless
ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine
until the noise of wheels and children brought
them down shuddering mouth-wracked and
battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance
in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's
floated out and sat through the stale beer after
noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack
of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to
pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping
down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills
off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts
and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks
and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days
and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the
Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a
trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind-ings and
migraines of China under junk-with-drawal in Newark's bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,
leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grand-father night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy
and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively
vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary
indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore
gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight street
light smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston
seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the
brilliant Spaniard to converse about America
and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving
behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees
and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the
F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist
eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting
the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union
Square weeping and undressing while the sirens
of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed
down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked
and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight
in policecars for committing no crime but their
own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were
dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly
motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim,
the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rose
gardens and the grass of public parks and
cemeteries scattering their semen freely to
whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up
with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath
when the blond & naked angel came to pierce
them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate
the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar
the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb
and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but
sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden
threads of the craftsman's loom,
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of
beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along
the floor and down the hall and ended fainting
on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and
come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling
in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning
but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sun
rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,
who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad
stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these
poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy
to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls
in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses'
rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with
gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station
solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in
dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and
picked themselves up out of basements hung
over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third
Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on
the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the
East River to open to a room full of steamheat and opium,
who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment
cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime
blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall
be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested
the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their
pushcarts full of onions and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the
bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,
who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned
with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded
by orange crates of theology,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty
incantations which in the yellow morning were
stanzas of gibberish,
who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht
& tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,
who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot
for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks
fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique
stores where they thought they were growing
old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits
on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse
& the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments
of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the
fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the
drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten
into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley
ways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of
the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes,
cried all over the street,
danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed
phonograph records of nostalgic European
1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and
threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans
in their ears and the blast of colossal steam whistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying
to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude
watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out
if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had
a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who
came back to Denver & waited in vain, who
watched over Denver & brooded & loned in
Denver and finally went away to find out the
Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying
for each other's salvation and light and breasts,
until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for
impossible criminals with golden heads and the
charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet
blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky
Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys
or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or
Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the
daisychain or grave,
who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hyp
notism & were left with their insanity & their
hands & a hung jury,
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism
and subsequently presented themselves on the
granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads
and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin
Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational
therapy pingpong & amnesia,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic
pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,
returning years later truly bald except for a wig of
blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible mad
man doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,
Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid
halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul,
rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench
dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare,
bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,
with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book
flung out of the tenement window, and the last
door closed at 4. A.M. and the last telephone
slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room
emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture,
a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet,
and even that imaginary,
nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and
now you're really in the total animal soup of time
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed
with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use
of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrating plane,
who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space
through images juxtaposed, and trapped the
archangel of the soul between 2 visual images
and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun
and dash of consciousness together jumping
with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human
prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent
and shaking with shame,
rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm
of thought in his naked and endless head,
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown,
yet putting down here what might be left to say
in time come after death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in
the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the
suffering of America's naked mind for love into
an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone
cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered
out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open
their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob
tainable dollars! Children screaming under the
stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men
weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the
loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy
judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the
crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of
sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment!
Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose
blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers
are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo!
Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows!
Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long
streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories
dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose
smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch
whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch
whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch
whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen!
Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream
Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in
Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom
I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch
who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!
Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch!
Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs!
skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic
industries! spectral nations! invincible mad
houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave-
ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to
Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies!
gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole
boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions!
gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs!
Ten years' animal screams and suicides!
Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on
the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the
wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell!
They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving!
carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!
Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland
where you're madder than I am
I'm with you in Rockland
where you must feel very strange
I'm with you in Rockland
where you imitate the shade of my mother
I'm with you in Rockland
where you've murdered your twelve secretaries
I'm with you in Rockland
where you laugh at this invisible humor
I'm with you in Rockland
where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I'm with you in Rockland
where your condition has become serious and
is reported on the radio
I'm with you in Rockland
where the faculties of the skull no longer admit
the worms of the senses
I'm with you in Rockland
where you drink the tea of the breasts of the
spinsters of Utica
I'm with you in Rockland
where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the
harpies of the Bronx
I'm with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you're
losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
I'm with you in Rockland
where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul
is innocent and immortal it should never die
ungodly in an armed madhouse
I'm with you in Rockland
where fifty more shocks will never return your
soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a
cross in the void
I'm with you in Rockland
where you accuse your doctors of insanity and
plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the
fascist national Golgotha
I'm with you in Rockland
where you will split the heavens of Long Island
and resurrect your living human Jesus from the
superhuman tomb
I'm with you in Rockland
where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com-
rades all together singing the final stanzas of
the Internationale
I'm with you in Rockland
where we hug and kiss the United States under
our bedsheets the United States that coughs all
night and won't let us sleep
I'm with you in Rockland
where we wake up electrified out of the coma
by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the
roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the
hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse
O skinny legions run outside O starry
spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is
here O victory forget your underwear we're free
I'm with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-
journey on the highway across America in tears
to the door of my cottage in the Western night
Jahad
"This article was first published in newVALUEnews nr 8, April 2001."
1. is it old?
2. is it an april joke??
So you say life sucks? Well, life is what you make of it. so if your life sucks, YOU suck.
I think it can be qualitatively proven that some people's live really do suck regardless of their personality. One thing that makes a difference is education, which millions of people have no access to and hence no way of even knowing where/how to start on the path to a suckless life such as you infer to possess.
Now they can insert advertisements into our dreams.
If you hear noise while dreaming and you know you are dreaming, You know its a noise "OUTSIDE" of the dream.
If you dont know you are dreaming, then it might work.
That is my point.
If someone lucid dreams then this wont work.
If you use Linux, please help development of Autopac
Anyone else reminded of The Jetson's and Elroy's bed?
Next thing you know, they'll be coming out with walking, talking robots (oh jeeze, Honda just did)!!
No joke, actually. I first saw that in T3 Magazine, June 2001 issue (pg. 34). The pictures were rather cool. But to be honest, the first thing that came to mind when I read the article was the thing's potential to be hacked.
For more details on this and some other cool/weird concepts by Philips, check out their site at http://www.design.philips.com/smartconnections/
I hate vapor ware
We seldom regret saying too little but often regret saying too much.
This all sounds a little strange so off I trotted to philips to chuck Nebula in there search engine (to no avail) then on the front page was there new other form of time saving life changing device... a fridge that scans barcodes as you put stuff in it. One massive pic of a barcode sat deed centre of the homepage. Do I remember this from a cretin TV programme on FOX, Dark Angel perhaps?
Be afraid....
A rough video of this can be found here
Never underestimate the power of denial.
I routinely used to fall asleep in a beanbag infront of my television on a Saturday morning, after my hour long 6am ice skating training session. In Australia at 7am or so on a Saturday morning, most free to air channels have music videos for a few hours.
The effect was better than any drug I've ever heard of. I'd have the most weird, and most entertaining dreams. It actually had such a feel good effect that I ended up doing it on a regular basis.
Of course, should I leave the television tuned to the ABC, come 11:30am, Heartbreak High would come on, and I'd become catatonic. Infact, my landlord would have to hit me repeatedly with a broom handle while playing Britney Spears at volume on my stereo to induce a fight or flee response. Useless it was flee, followed by 30 minutes of cowering in my shower under running cold water.
I've seen this thing with my own eyes.
And no, I wasn't stoned.
it's a pretty cool concept really, but they have to find a way to quiet down that projector, it makes a lot of noise. I can't sleep with noisy projectors next to my bed.
OTOH, most geeks are used to sleeping in a room with at least a couple of computers... =]
/var/run/twitter.sock is a twitter socket puppet.
This device is NOT a 'dream inducer' nor is it a machine to control what you actually dream about. This is a projection machine onto the wall, that doubles as an alarm clock. It makes sleep more enjoyable by creating pleasing images on the wall, which may cause dreaming.
Crackpot Theory #1: If the machine senses my movements, then doesn't it have a camera? Can't people spy on me?
It does not have a camera, it senses movement based on pads on the bed. How could it tell what's going on underneath sheets anyway?
How Nebula Works (Quicktime video)
Crackpot Theory #2: If the machine is connected to the Internet, can't people hack my dreams?
The Nebula device gets content from the Internet, yes. However, the machine's output is controlled by the "pebbles" you insert, not by the Internet. Therefore it is impossible for hackers to control your dreams, as the device is not connected to the Internet as you sleep.
Crackpot Theory #3: What about subliminal advertising?
Nebula doesn't actually control or induce dreams. Once again, it just displays pictures on the walls (and lets you have a little fun if there's someone in there with you.) Everyone interprets experiences, sights, and sounds in different ways during sleep, which means that the only way for subliminal advertising to work is if an image is displayed that is a) indiscernable enough to not be picked up at the conscious level and b) discernable enough to be unwaveringly interpreted in the same fashion at the subconscious level. This is both impractical and all but impossible. There are much easier ways of advertising to us, even at a subliminal level.
I'm not saying this is a bad device though - it sounds like it's seriously cool. I can't wait till it comes out, I'm going to be first in line to get one.
-Chardish
Here we go again, trying to find a way of living with our bad habits by reducing the harm they do to us rather than changing our habits. We see it all the time through weight loss pills, exercise in a bottle, etc. The result in this case is a complex bedroom wallpaper designed to smooth out the wrinkles of sleep difficulties. It ends up costing a lot and doing a questionable amount. My advice if you want to sleep better: skip the wallpaper, go to bed earlier, and DON'T eat the pizza and the ice cream! If we looked at eliminating sources of stress and other causes of poor sleeping habits we could better use our money and our effort: this idea could be the basis for a wicked entertainment system. Perhaps if we used a little less technology and a little more practicality we'd get a lot more accomplished in all areas.
What's in a Sig?
I dont know about everyone elce but I sleep with my eyes closed so what good will this do! if they could come up with some type of head gear system that projects a image into your retnas even with your eyes closed (dont ask me how) then that would be cool. other than that the projection system can be accomplished with just a regular screen projector so this isnt anything new! I would just project pr0n onto my celling.
I'm told that many folks stop using these, so vivid are the dreams thereby created. I've not gotten together the ingredients to try it out yet, so cannot offer my own experiences.
An idea I've had is to brew up a batch of mead with the herbs as flavouring. It could then be distilled and another batch of herbs steeped in it to make a tincture. This tincture could then be used to fortify a second batch of the mead. One could then drink several glasses of the mead and go to sleep with the pillow at one's head. I can only imagine the dreams which might be produced thereby.
The recipe is from The Home Brewer's Companion, by Charlie Papazian. Excellent book.
Incidentally, I always considered BNW far, far scarier than 1984. Huxley's dystopia was more frightening and more bleak than was Orwell's. More realistic, too--I can see it happening. Rule them with pleasure, and they will not revolt.
Something that can tell when you're asleep would be marginally useful, for controlling lights, sound, video, and such. But "home control" has been a market fiasco so far; X10, Echelon, and Jini never took off. There's probably room for self-contained products in this space, but not total integration.
The Hypnopedia is Here
Unless you find horror absolutely enjoyable, do not try the nicoderm thing. I've tried it, and I have had dreams within dreams within dreams, not really knowing if I were awake every time I "woke up", only to suddenly suffer another onslaught of horror. I have had to kill friends in these dreams, nothing pleasant to begin with, and even less pleasant when you are positive you are awake.
I know that to be scientific about this, I'd need to check with a bunch of people and gather statistical data to see how many experience this, but heed my advise: Nicoderm sleep can potentially get more fucked up than anything you have ever seen.
Woohoo!!
Now we can fork out money and sign license fees for PEBBLES. Not just that, the pebbles actually contain real live pictures that anyone with a normal browser can get for free.
When are we gonna say no to this commercial corruption of the net's freedom?
Yeah, then at 3 am the "content" databse will display a Coke ad, or a car commercial; all based on the position you are sleeping... Agh, this thing is giving me nightmares already.
--Manuel
"I hate quotations, tell me what you think"
I am not even sure what this device does, but from the description, it sounds like it would be an annoyance device, more than anything.
Already, I fall asleep (or attempt to) to the TV going, because my SO needs it on to fall asleep to. At first, slight noises on the TV (even when the volume was turned waaay down) would cause me to wake up - but since that time I have gotten used to it. Still, it isn't the best thing, but I tolerate it (earplugs and one of those eye pillow things help).
Anyhow, what would be better than this, if you wanted to "mess" with your dreams, would be something I have thought about playing with, but right now it is a back burner project.
How about messing with the REM stage? We have all seen those alpha brainwave machines (there are tons of plans on the internet as well - some even on my site) - what if you made a similar system, with the lights and sounds (using headphones, etc) to be triggered during REM sleep (using some kind of sensors on the eyelids to sense the REM stage) - see what can happen.
I have also wondered about using one of those devices (or just headphones) to have a computer monitor REM sleep, then speak a keyword (or story) to trigger lucid dreaming (now there is fun dreaming). Perhaps even give cues to control the lucid dream. If there could be feedback to the computer from the dreamer - dream games might be a possibility (maybe via brainwave monitoring, or other monitoring systems?)...
The possibilities for such a system - wow...
Reason is the Path to God - Anon