So I decided to reread “Brave New World” and stumbled upon something that seemed interesting. Now I’m not one to believe in prophecies or anything psychic or super natural but, I do find this a bit interesting.
“The Nine Years’ War began in A.F. 141″
A.F. stands for After Ford, as in Henry Ford. Now Henry Ford was born on July 30th, 1863. Which would make A.F. 141 equivalent to 2004 AD. Now, of course this is all just nonsense I’m pulling out of my ass, but just bear with me if you have nothing better to do. (side-note… reread the first three sentences in Nicholas Cage’s voice.)
If we take into account that predictions could be possible, then let’s say that Huxley was off by a year since the Iraq War officially began on March 20th, 2003. So not bad, but there is more.
“The Nine Years’ War, the great Economic Collapse. There was a choice between World Control and destruction. Between stability and…”
“Liberalism, of course, was dead of anthrax, but all the same couldn’t do things by force.”
“Government’s an affair of sitting, not hitting. You rule with the brains and the buttock, never with the fists. For example, there was no conscription of consumption.”
“Every man, woman and child compelled to consume so much a year. In the interests of industry. The sole result…”
Now I know that Huxley was simply a very intelligent man who perceived what was occurring, currently at his time, in the world with a much keener sense than most others, but I still must admit that his words never sounded as spot on as they do now. As if war were not enough to control the world, an economic collapse helped seal the deal. This would finalize the role of a consumer based society as servants to it’s corporate (dare I say it it? sure why not?) overlords.
overlord |ˈōvərˌlôrd|
noun
a ruler, esp. a feudal lord.
• a person of great power or authority
Hopefully we all find Ford someday and are showered with Soma, but until then, I shall be having fun finding non-existent prophecies within the books of the best sci-fi writers this planet has to offer.
There are legends telling that somewhere deep within the depths of the mighty seas are giant creatures, known as Kraken, slumbering deeply, waiting for the moment to rise above the oceans and inflict terror and fear amongst men.
The Kraken was exposed into modern culture with the release of the 1981 film Clash of the Titans. In the movie, Zeus orders Poseidon to “RELEASE THE KRAKEN!” to unleash the creature upon the city of Argos to fulfill a prophecy. The protagonist Perseus eventually defeats the Kraken by exposing it to the head of Medusa, thus turning it to stone.
The Kraken, however, is not part of Greek mythology but instead it is a massive mythical creature from off the coast of Norway and has been described as a giant octopus or squid. Of course, giant squids are real, but they have not been known to create the same havoc that the Kraken was reported to do.
But the ocean is large and not yet fully explored. So just maybe, somewhere there is a giant creature lurking within the darkness, waiting for man to awaken it from it’s slumber so that it might once again rise and feed on those who disturb it.
“The Kraken” by Alfred Tennyson
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber’d and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
There once was a time when young 10 year old kids worked 50 hours a week stealing wallets on the streets of Manhattan, smoked pipes and unfiltered cigarettes, and had nothing but piss and vinegar flowing through their veins. These are the same type of kids that would be shipped off four years later when they joined the Navy, land at Normandy and kill Nazi’s with their bare hands, just to do something nice for a change.
Having grown up within a shadow’s fall of the New York City Skyline, I have always admired the beauty of the Empire State Building. Despite being once the tallest building and man-made structure in the world, and still being the most famous of them all, the Empire State Building still holds a few secrets. My favorite is its airship mooring.
Postcard from Walker Evans Collection at the Metropolitan Museum of Art NYC
According to Skyscraperpage.com, “The observation tower at the top of the Empire State Building was originally intended to be a dock for mooring airships. However, after several futile attempts at mooring a zeppelin in the strong winds present at 1250 feet, the idea was scrapped.”
Article from Modern Mechanics, August 1930
For more information about the Empire State Building’s Airship Mooring and why it was never followed through, visit the official site.
I wish I knew the context behind this picture. Regardless, it is quite disturbing. No matter how bad life may seem at times, it is nowhere as bad as this. Apparently this is a photograph by James Nachtwey.
That’s mike the sea lion and he’s cooler than you. You see whereas you might want to become rich and have a hot wife or husband, a big house, a fast car and all the luxuries money can buy, that still doesn’t guarantee a good death. Mike, on the other hand, doesn’t know how to read, write or drive a car. A native Californian,the father of 12 (so far) was mature for his species at 19-years of age and lived at Nuremberg animal park in Germany with his three beautiful brides, Farah, Tiffy and Soda.
Well love was in the air and elder cocksman, Mike, managed to bone his three little girlfriends until his heart simply gave up. Well, good for you Mike, good for you.
So I came across these pics of dead, decomposed seagulls exposing their healthy diet of plastic. It reminded me of the time that I flicked a cigarette butt at the beach and a bird swooped down and ate it. (Thanks to Guy below I found out that these photos were taken by Chris Jordan)
