IntroductionsPrefaceThis is issue 3/6 of Velvet Donk.Each issue exists as a single document. You can read previous issues in their entirity through the acrchive section below. Feel free to comment, suggest, or submit to Velvet Donk at: yegg@mit.edu to topArchivesAll Issues:Issue 1
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InsightsDouglas AdamsDouglas Adams, could, for all pratical purposes, be a prophet. Prophets provides insights and so does Douglas Adams; therefore, Douglas Adams could be a prophet. Who's to say? And I don't even believe in prophets.In all honesty, Douglas Adams is a prolific writer who entwines philisiophy and socieital satire in entertaining scienec fiction. I have personally read most of what he has written and published. I suggest you do to. These are some Douglas Adams insights:
to topFictionDeciderby DaxSomebody could represent almost anybody in modern America. His life is not necessarily dull to him, but it is without a doubt, monotonous. No big surprises. No unexpected flowers. For sake of personal example, though, Somebody will represent my neighbor Mark.Mark rises at the same time every day, except Sundays, when he sleeps an hour longer. Today is Monday. So Mark rises at six-o-clock, on the dot. The alarm is piercing, as usual; the shower is refreshing, as it is everyday; and the food Mark eats for breakfast, the same familiar Lucky Charms he has been eating since childhood, tastes bland and looks boring to him, as can be expected. Actually, the only thing Mark does that really varies, is vote. Mark votes every morning, including Sundays, just like most adult Americans. He votes about everything that concerns him as a citizen in his country: about welfare and agricultural subsidies and freedom of speech and speed limits and alcohol regulatory laws. About everything. Mark enjoys voting. And why shouldn't he? Voting has replaced the elected congressmen in the United States of America since the implementation of the Twenty-Eighth Amendment to the United States Constitution. Now congressmen are the people, not representatives of the people. Sure there are still Senators and the President and the Supreme Court, but their job descriptions have been modified. The branches of government are back to the basics, engaging only in activities that they were originally designed to do. The Senate now just proposes laws which the President just enforces and the Supreme Court just judges. The Senate and the President do not vote or pass or sign laws; the people and only the people decide if laws become laws and if Amendments become Amendments. Or at least that is the way things are supposed to happen. Supposedly, laws, to pass, require that three-fourths of the adult American population vote on them and that two-thirds of those who vote, vote in favor of the law. Laws have a week to pass or fail. All of the laws that are under consideration that week appear on the screen of the free Decider series computers, issued by the government to every registered household. The Decider is incredibly simple. It speaks for illiterate and deaf citizens, and it has a special Braille add-on for blind citizens. It has available the full text of each proposed law, fully searchable. The Decider even has textual information from experts on each law, telling citizens the pros and cons of each law and what might happen to the United States if the law passes or fails. The Decider is loved and appreciated in almost every household. People like to believe they are deciding their fate. People like to vote. The Decider system seemingly works amazingly well because everybody benefits in efficiency and freedom. And voting doesn't even take much time. A simple yes or no will suffice. You can even change your answer up to midnight on Sunday night. And people talk about voting at work and at home. The process provides great discussions for families and friends. People love it. They probably wouldn't, though, if they knew what was really going on. Mark is a Wall Street businessman, a broker. He is a hard worker. He makes oodles of money. He is very well-to-do. He is also single. Mark doesn't even have a pet. But Mark has friends and Mark has work and Mark enjoys work and Mark enjoys voting. He is content with his monotonous life, not even realizing its monotony. Mark has a brother-in-law named Deeder. Deeder works for the government. He is a senator. He has been a senator for years upon years. He will probably stay a senator until he wants to quit. As a senator, Deeder's job is to propose laws, which he does. To become a senator, Deeder was voted upon by the people of his state through the Decider Voting System and was supposed to receive a majority vote. But, in reality, Deeder has never once received such a vote. In fact, not more then twenty percent of the voting population in Deeder's state have ever voted for him in any election. Deeder is illegally elected, election after election, and nobody does anything about it. This is understandable, however, because not many people know about Deeder's duplicity. I know though. Indeed, I know. You see, I am good with computers. If I wanted, I could break into other peoples computers. I have done this once. I broke into the Decider Voting System. "The Decider Voting System (DVS) can not be tampered with," politicians tout. They should be touting this, because they keep people from tampering with their systems for years and years with threats of amazing fines and prison sentences and such. And the punishments are supported by the public. Who would want people tampering with freedom? And the government has even carried some of these sentences out. Treason, they call it. One of my friends was busted. He claimed he didn't do it; I believed him. The public did not, and the politicians received what they wanted. Computer hackers stay away from Decider. But I was not deterred. DVS seemed to me a challenge. It wasn't. Truly, DVS security is pathetic. I was inside the system in less then a minute; it seemed too simple. I thought it was a trap. But I had my personal security systems in tact. My trace jammers and such. And nothing happened. No one was even watching the system. I could even see vote totals. I was baffled. It was so strange. And then it hit me. The security system is horrible for a reason—because the politicians don't care about the votes. Why waste time and money on an unbreakable security system when the votes that the security protects don't matter? You see, the people's votes aren't being heard. True, the system works, but it is just not being used. I proved this too. I recorded the vote totals from my break in and then matched them up against the vote totals presented on the Monday morning news and they were completely different. The politicians are simply making up numbers. They are implementing any laws they want. And they are voting themselves into office. Everybody is being fooled. No one is even questions the system because they are assuming it is working. They talk to each other about what and who they vote for, but at most, they talk to about one hundred people regularly. No one knows or polls enough people to actually discover the faults inherent the system. That is where I am now. What am I supposed to do? If I talk I'll probably be killed or at least silenced. And probably no one would believe me anyway. Besides, America is happy. People don't know they are not being heard. They think they are living in some utopian democracy. Well, that is definitely not the case. to top |
LyricsLiesby The Violent Femmes
![]() Well I'm reading this poem and it's so profound and I like its rhythm and I like its sound it's by a very famous poet no critic can criticise and then I pause a moment and I start to realize he's tellin' lies lies lies on the motel TV. I dig the evangelist he'll tell you all about that and then he tell you all about this he's preachin' up a storm by the sea of Galilee he's mixin' up the truth with something funny I start to see he's tellin' lies lies lies I never had this problem with nobody in the government I guess I always figured they never mean what they meant and GOD help us all not to be so stone surprised when we wake up in the stars with the skies in our eyes if we keep tellin' lies lies lies to topJenny Saysby Cowboy Mouth![]() I got no reason for the things I fear the things that plague me when I see and hear a dime's a nickel and a nickel's none I'll throw myself into the Sunday sun A summer Sunday when you went insane you said you're going and I said I came I'm throwing oranges in an apple cart the ties that bind are tearing me apart Jenny says turn off the radio Jenny says turn out the light Jenny says turn off the video you beat yourself up to bring yourself down Let it go! let it go! let it go! let it go! let it go! let it go! when the world is coming down on me I let it go I got no reason for the things I say she turned toward me then she turned away There's lot of forces in a modern world that take a toll upon a modern girl I got no reason for the things I fear the things that plague me when I see and hear I'll press my finger on an itchy trigger what once was small right now is so much bigger I got no reason for the things I do the dealer deals and then the dealer's screwed you throw your cards upon a playing table my name is Cain and I am now unable You beat yourself up 'cause you LOVE it Life is worth living to topBreatheby The Prodigy![]() Breathe with me Breathe the pressure, Come play my game I'll test ya Psychosomatic addict insane Breathe the pressure, Come play my game I'll test ya Psychosomatic addict insane Come play my game Inhale inhale. You're the victim Come play my game Exhale exhale exhale note: Psychosomatic means physical disorder of the body originating in or aggrivated by the psychic or emotional processes of the individual. to top |
Religious DocumentThe Atheist Manifestoby an unknown authorFirstly, not all the reasons are purely logical but some are merely subjective evaluations. For the purposes of this article Atheist is defined as "one who does not believe in the existence of God or Gods".
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Non-FictionAspirationsby Daxa collge entrance essayQuite often I have brief glimpses of concepts, of ideas and of bad modern art that vanish as quickly as they came and gather wherever dormant thoughts gather, probably in that hard to reach place under the refrigerator where I never see anybody go (not even dejected ants). Lather though (sometimes much later and in conversations or places apparently unrelated), I perceive something that triggers the cessation of dormancy of a previously initiated thought. The result is a fuller understanding, a personal epiphany concerning information that I began to comprehend some time ago. Since the time I started to remember things, I have encountered this phenomenon often, perhaps three-thousand six-hundred and thirty-seven times total; and—as with most things that occur over one-thousand and seventeen times—some of the epiphanies have greater personal significance than others. I recall one about adulthood, a puberty type-one and the exact moment when it dawned on me that I wasn't really Superman. But as of late, I have been involved in an ongoing gradual awareness, one that is slowly giving me a clue about what I want to for the rest of my short life. I periodically (doubtless more than periodically) embark in people-watching: the act of sitting back in an unnoticeable place with a drink (non-alcoholic) and perceiving—a pure James-Dean-type operation. I notice what people do and what they talk about and how they interact and their mating calls and so on. From the various experiences I've encountered through people-watching, I have drawn two basic conclusions. First, it has dawned on me that too many individuals spend their sacred time on activities which they could care less about. The things that these people aspire to be involved in and the roles in society which they really wish to play vault out at them whenever they converse. But I can see that they are clearly and helplessly trapped in their current positions (like Jonas in Lowry's The Giver). It is doubtful that these lost souls can be helped. However, those of us who have not yet placed ourselves in societal roles, have the ability and the duty to strive for what we have passions for, for what we are proficient at and for what we take pleasure from. Otherwise, our lives will surely turn into personal hells punctuated by a whet for objects of these prepositions. Resolution number two: every individual seems to be issued a different set of passions, avenues to personal meaning. My set is particularly peculiar. I find what most people do to be petty, although I acknowledge that their labors have a definite role in our current civilization. The life of the door-to-door salesman, pitching his sale for the super-vac two-thousand and ten, which cleans your ears, scratches your back and feeds the iguana in addition to vacuuming, seems petty to me. All jobs attributable to the production and manufacturing of plastic Styrofoam cups, seem petty to me. The vocation of endlessly picking and choosing colors for carpets and surrounding walls, seems petty me. Opposing, medicine, science, research, all forms of personal expression, teaching, having intriguing conversations and the uplifting production of comedy—all seem far from petty. My involvement in these activities keep me from being utterly cynical and pessimistic. I do not have any desire to get rich quick. I do not want to play pro sports. I do not want to be on mind-controlling, time dissolving game shows (with the major past exceptions of Idiot Savants and Jeopardy). I do not even want the two-story house with a door and a window on top and a nice white picket fence set upon a single hill with a yellow flower. I know that when I indulge in certain activities I have an overwhelming feeling of self-worth; a feeling that I am working towards something meaningful; a feeling of controlled ecstasy. I have seen the big picture now (or at least part of it), and I take pleasure from what I see. I also know what I need to do in order to achieve my visions. Education is the skeleton key which will unlock the gigantic titanium laser-guarded door to my dreams (and also possibly lots of mangos as well). Abundant knowledge in chemistry, astronomy, literature, language, sketch comedy, the mind, philosophy, music, film and much more more will be an integral part of my future. And, the fact that I came to these conclusions before the time came to scribble out this essay will reward me with some iota of chance to step onto the next plateau from which I might be able to touch my dreams with my middle finger—if I stand really high on my tippie-toes. to top |
Humor50 Fun Things to do in an Elevator
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PoetryThe Vine of Silenceby AbbyThis vine of silencetwines itself around leaving scared staring eyes peering out of a shade of ignorance. The pale calm smell of morning seeps through the cracks of the mind while feelings yearn and cry and scream their way onto paper. With each word scribbled sideways, a leaf tumbles to the ground. As leaves drop, the vine withers and browns and with a single sudden pierce of the air, a written shriek tears the vine to tiny pieces and it falls past the ground. to topPrometheusby DaxBACKGROUNDPrometheus stood submerged in suspicion,sneering at supposéd immortality, embracing gods' fears, loathing their figures as archetypes for future humanity. Internal guffaws bring temporal escape yet no fulfillment. Prometheus glances 'round: at a self-righteous beauty; at a wet unsatiable greed; at a relentless mercenary; and at an officious leader-- all antithetical anthropomorphisms--since mankind had yet to exist. And Zeus looked down off Mt. Olympus, still barren ecology; and Zeus looked down upon Prometheus, still sneering. Sneers penetrate officious leaders, and Zeus, thinking as a human would, thought he'd kill two immortals with one bolt, and summoned Prometheus. Simply put Prometheus took transitory leave of an immortal vacation and settled earth: as a master of apathy and rebellion, Prometheus clayed man, bidding asinine brother Epimetheus to administrate. And Prometheus proved a master indeed-- for soon earth was inhabited in Zeus's guidelines, with animals Epimetheus thought grand and with man of which immortality coveted (Prometheus's only guidelines sealed). Immortality rules mortals: there was a distinction as Zeus declared "superiority over earth;" while Olympus roared like a Dickens' mob Prometheus sneered away-- for down below there were fires burning-- only two thousand more years until skyscrapers rival Olympus, until binary code completes the Tower of Babble. And yet Zeus still had not learned a thing for he set stipulations on Prometheus's punishment-- the eagle pecked and pecked at raw immortal liver overrun with gastric juices and blood, a mixture only Hercules could stand. And he did, for as Chiron lied on his death bed, Hercules slayed the eagle and set our Creator free. MORALSNow Zeus is dead;Jesus, Allah, Jehovah, Buddha claim to rule earth instead; but Prometheus stands tall as our true first cause, for he does not light cancer sticks for sympathy and pleads soundly against arson. And Prometheus bids me stand tall-- and in my honda civic lx i sit and sneer at those around me: at life and traffic lights. i think of my yellow labrador, so pure, waiting to retrieve, never yielding to yellow balls-- and although i did not create her, i sneer anyways and scold when she attacks other dogs. to top |
ReviewsMovie: Contactby AbbyContact, one of the few (somewhat) believable, accurate, and understandable science fiction movies that has been produced in the midst of special effects-based alien action movies (ID4, MiB), is beautifully and realistically done. The movie in its entirety--from the opening zoom out from our noisy immediate surroundings to the unbelievable silence and calm and tranquillity of the larger, more important things surrounding us to the inevitable debates sparking between the viewers afterward. This unique film focuses more on philosophy, religion, and science than shooting aliens, and uses enchanting special effects to enhance the story rather than revolving the plot around them.The story is based on Ellie Arroway (Jodi Foster), a brilliant scientist who, according to her supervisor, David Drumlin (Tom Skerritt), wastes her time and intelligence "listening for E.T." Her crew finally identifies a message in the form of a steady repetitive sound echoing through space and originating in Vega, a distant star (coincidentally, just before their grant runs out). Drumlin, of course, steps in and allows himself to do the talking while Dr. Arroway does the thinking. The message itself is decoded by a very brilliant, very eccentric old man with too much money and not a lot of time to live. S.R.Hadden, played by Jon Hurt, after dying later in the film, sparks doubt in the media's and the government's minds about the legitimacy of the message. Of course, doubt in the minds of the media is always doubt in the minds of the public. When the alien massage is finally made public, the reaction of the people is hysterical, and, sadly, pretty realistic. From the Elvis impersonators to the choirs singing odes to Vega to the evangelists screaming about the end of the world to the people just listening to the message on headphones while perched atop their trailer homes, the American public was pretty well represented. Ann Druyan, Carl Sagan's widow, later said that "Carl's and my dream was to write something that would be a fictional representation of what contact would actually be like, that would convey something of the true grandeur of the universe. But it would also have the tension inherent between religion and science, which was an area of philosophical and intellectual interest that both of us were riveted by." They have definitely grasped their dream. One aspect of Contact that is admirable is that the director, Robert Zemeckis (Forrest Gump, Back to the Future I, II, and III) manages to portray two conflicting opinions through Dr. Arroway (Foster, an atheist), and Palmer Joss (Matthew McConaughey, a new-age religious theologian) without forcing either of the views on the viewer. Another funny aspect of the film is the vague speeches tossed out by Bill Clinton about cloning and other scientific advances. The speeches are used in the movie without permission from the White House, and Clinton is upset because now all the movie goers know that he doesn't know what he's talking about. Contact is an excellently done, refreshingly original film. Using beautiful special effects to intensify the story, scientific terms that are simple enough for most viewers to comprehend, and controversial subject matter, the movie challenges viewers to actually make decisions and doesn't simply tell them what to think. to top |
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