bialy/s

Among many other things—(among the 10,000 things that constituted the known universe for the Taoists)—"Einstein's Yo-Yo no. 2" is the palindromic portal to that swingin' singularity in time-space where matter and antimatter go simultaneously backwards and forwards and into and out of each other, lovers eternally spelling themselves from aleph to tet and back again, and even the relatively (ha!) recent word "yo-yo" reemerging as "oy-oy," which is the cry of Bialyzebub as he contemplates the heartbreak at the core of the cosmos, and which he instantaneously transmutes to joy ("oy" plus a "J," of Oaxacan provenance) by creating something as transcendentally beautiful as "Einstein's Yo-Yo."

Hola Hank

What a pleasant surprise (sort of) to find you here. I have been hoping to be able to continue conversing with you, and as you know i banished myself(s) from the Dean's World forums at the final curtain of the magnificent and unique and first of a kind 12 days of cyberdrama that demolished the world's dumbest medical hypothesis and its defenders. Even though the peanut gallery is still making babbling noises, the worst offender-defender, the not dreaded not-doc but definitely dick bennett, i see has gone (and so have his dumbass smileys and twit 'cheers').

{A click of the blue, surprsing forum in the intro graph to bialys will let anyone who is here, but was not there, know what there was [and is] all about.}

We move on. Hank...the pieces here are all about logic and number. But i bet one cosmic clown or another would love to debate you about any aspect of them whatsoever. As you can plainly see from looking at them...all sides are possible.

harvey

And You Think You Got Problems?

Dig this. The other day i wrote my dear friend Dr. Stein if he perchance had any ideas why our mutual friends, George and Susan Quasha, whose presence figures in more than a few of the pieces here, (as does Stein's) had been uncharacteristically silent the past weeks. This was his answer.

There is a local Entity we call the KayMorang. It is larger than Barrytown altogether. Each evening it appears like a swirling rumbling grinding cloud in the west; we all are sure it intends to absorb Barrytown if it is not provided with sufficiently amusing responses to its incomprehensible conundrums and a show of collective mental fortitude by the assembled people of this obscure Hudson valley hamlet. At sundown George takes a stance on his porch waiting for the thing to gather. Amiable Susan at his side. On first citing, he quietly recites Preverbs. From there he goes on to verses from the original text of Somapoetics. If that doesn't stay the menace we have random plates from Blakean prophecies. And at the end of the episode, as leaves are swirling in the rank exhalations from the inchoate orifices of the KayMorang and tiles are gyrating from the rooftops, the fellow attempts to balance Buz Gummere's 1942 Packard on the fender of my 1999 Honda Civic, in spite of the atmospheric disturbance and the unbalanced noetic quality of the collective. Not an evening but that this at least has done the trick. The thing crumples at the sight of it to the size of a black walnut and scoots on back to Woodstock. Then Quasha retires exhausted to his invisible wood paneled subterranean contemplation zone to recharge his psychic alkalines until another evening. God knows how he does it.

(The Quasha's work and Stein's can be found by clicking here.)

hank,

since not-doc-but-dick bennett has blocked me from his email i have been unable to let him know that i am broadcasting new vile insults to his high-falutin sounding academic credentials and his very little poisonous mynd (and lots and lots of sites are hitting on it too!)

since he is still speaking to you, maybe you could let him know?

thanks.

your pal in the blogosphere, g.'s favorite grandson

bialyzebloger

and i am so glad that you have tracked me down tbird tom.

i respond to your question set in two ways:

1. a serious, albeit cheerfully given, answer: they are addressed in the hot-wired, fascinating and surprising forum of the first post that is rewired here. it is not only mind-blowing and blazingly informative, it is also falling over funny.

2. a semi-serious bialyzebub question of my own in a musical form that can be heard here. if you know the answer maybe you could give him fauci's address....anything is better than what he peddles.

but tbird what about my musical question?

you seem to have the whole tamale pretty well in hand when you write



they seem to be very closed to alternate ways of looking at this controversy and unable to see that the very confusion they are part of and perpetuate through their techno-speak disconfirms their convictions.

and


seems suspicious to me that the collective team virus would continue to blame their failures on this pesky little virus that keeps changing so fast that noone can ever get a bead on it.


trust your psychoanalytical intuitions in these matters.

there is more than enough material posted in dean's world to give you duesberg's complete perspective, and you have read my book, so you have mine.

but tbird, all you need to look at is the basic falsification that started the entire discussion.

everything you think is so about it is. the proof is that until today, when it has been right in the face of fauci and his stooges for four months, not a single non-laughable argument has been presented by anybody that would call into any question at all the conclusions i present there, or the data on which they are based.

it is really a qed after 20+ years of an "epidemic". that is why i put it there with dean's contrivance.

all the rest, and i mean all, are red herrings the size of whales, but red herrings all the same...including the new and even more deadly varieties of the deadly virus that are cropping up like pandemic flu strains.

the very brief part in the book about "best-shot" is all very tongue-in-cheek. the "best-shot" of temin, gallo and blattner that i quote is so week on its face it could have been authored by caltechgal, nick dennett and dddd....daffy.

finally tbird. i created this site to engage my passions for other things besides hiv/aids education. and while i totally, like my children said a few years ago, appreciate your serious interest in these matters, my final cheerful suggestion is that you ask peter any further questions you might have about hiv/aids directly thru www.duesberg.com. he is as determined an educator as he is a scientist of the kind they don't hardly make anymore.

however, should you have questions (and as a psychoanalyst i can't imagine that you do not) about the stuff i present here, by all means ask me anything

mary's rose and queen of all {1/evil}

[ :-) ]E n ( n > 4 )

this is a message for the fortunate esposo of mary's rose, dean esmay, the person to hold responsible for the appearance of bialys in the blogosphere

thank you.

and now that i am a full blown blogger, here is the sort of rumination that i have frequently seen published (as bloggers call it)since i began traversing the blogosphere a few months ago

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the other day at a small gathering in cuernavaca, someone asked me one of the first standard questions in the tape collection (or is it cd collection now)...."what do you do?"

the brief dialog with the perfect stranger continued as follows:

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i'm a photongrapher.

you mean photographer?

no, a photongrapher.
photographers fix, photongraphers map.


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s/he walked away more quickly than most people when they meet me

I have some idea that there is something up. Coming that is. Out of the noospheric underground. I don't know what. It's one of those things. Waiting in a space where waiting is not possible. The structure of waiting has been purged from the datasite. The arbiter of alibis, bye bye. But I have a long habit of attending to the ground. So that without the structure of expectation, still, the stone of polished obsidian—the window on all monadologies—the leverage of the beverage—the bezel of the batch—

There is a famous theophany of Persephone in the form of Isis—I trust it's famous—in a late section of Apuleius' Metamorphosis.

Worth a peek.

In back of the goddess I always see, an enormous shadow—the mother of all shadows.

The intricacy of her image covers the soul. And still the shadow looms. And then the soul flashes in its moment. And then the transformations cease, the persons are whole again, and the Great Conversation is unspeakably enriched.

It is possible to be so on the money—the breath at one with the heaving of the cellular and extra cellular matrices—that the magic calls to YOU.

The exercise is of the profoundest simplicity. It is a votive matter. Commitment to that which cannot come on board the ship of STATES. It hovers on the brink and funds it all. It is the star to every wand'ring bark / Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. (Don't quote me). Nor is this platonISM, inspite of myself. But the work can get so fine, the ether subtle, that distance itself inverts and what you want, wants YOU. Like I say.

Money, health, probity, wisdom, charity, grace. Persphone's beauty in a box.


Turn on it,
And all of 'em's yours for a …

cs

4-29-05

1.
if this be Platonism
and upon me proved

pfui…
all power to the Soviets)

2.
The figure of the Kosmos
of Babylon
"wheels within wheels"
Blake cursed it
until today
(through Newton's Sleep)
cursed all who think the form
of the universe
were Being's Song
or other than the Same
that the Old Nododaddy had
an enemy
and our allegiance
to other than Himself
proscribed—

the gods are general
ideas
from which we all
must work to make us free



and all must strive and climb
until collapse at last
of the Vast Machine of the Archons

…(then sing another song as well

I heard LSD-25 causes chromosome damage, ( I heard that way back in the 70's). Does this mean LSD-25 can cause Cancer? I was musing this while reading your book (first time). If thats true then I wonder what role does the mind play in causing disease.

I never thought of Geneneticist has doing undo the human body has computer programmers do with computers..DNA and Amino acids and protein synthesis being like binary code. I guess you guys already figured that out.