If you know something that another person doesn’t you use that knowledge to gain an advantage over him, or else it has no use. Why anyone would wish to do so is entirely his own affair.
You do not have to trust someone to use him for the extent of his worth; you simply have to use him for his usefulness in all sincerity.
At all points, ruthlessness is a beginning of understanding in all human environments open to prompt negotiations.
What is accepted as normal behaviour is normal behaviour, even if it is morally degrading to the individual.
Make the weak feel strong and you can manipulate them all the better by doing so; while their ignorance of what is really happening is always the key to its success.
The first thing most individuals learn to do from within the group is to exile the loners to the neither regions.
Those who do not know “the code” of basic, animalistic, human conduct will not be told it, but will still receive the full consequences of being subject to it.
Those squiggly-bits found in the mind may lead inevitably to animal acts; and people all have them they do––yes they do, but they just won’t admit it and call it pure, unadulterated evil.
No doubt, no mercy, no weakness: “the kill” must be within every man who is carving the Sunday roast at the dinner table.
Tuesday 30 June 2009
Monday 29 June 2009
The saddest songs are all cynical songs…and the most cynical song is to be a cynic without a sad song left to sing sadly.
Confuse people long enough and they’ll come to expect it in relation to the truth they cannot see.
Come with pride, with honesty, with trust, and something can be done with you here; but if you’re not careful with it, it might not be quite what you expected.
Survival of the fittest means effort to the point, but nobody ever got anywhere without being in and perpetuating an environment of advantage.
An insightful question opens doors more thoroughly, than not knowing the answer already tightly shuts them.
You shouldn’t let anyone get in your way; once you understand this you find that everyone gets in your way.
Being in the learning-zone is a question of repetition, while not to be in the learning-zone is always a comparative disadvantage.
Those who telegraph their animosity get caught out first, while those who can use their animosity surreptitiously usually get by quite nicely by it.
Confuse people long enough and they’ll come to expect it in relation to the truth they cannot see.
Come with pride, with honesty, with trust, and something can be done with you here; but if you’re not careful with it, it might not be quite what you expected.
Survival of the fittest means effort to the point, but nobody ever got anywhere without being in and perpetuating an environment of advantage.
An insightful question opens doors more thoroughly, than not knowing the answer already tightly shuts them.
You shouldn’t let anyone get in your way; once you understand this you find that everyone gets in your way.
Being in the learning-zone is a question of repetition, while not to be in the learning-zone is always a comparative disadvantage.
Those who telegraph their animosity get caught out first, while those who can use their animosity surreptitiously usually get by quite nicely by it.
When you meet someone with a smiling, outgoing personality you should always be prepared to suspect his motives.
Back-scratching is the logical norm of social communication, so much so that it hardly raises an eyebrow in society unless it’s not done when it should have been.
To get right to the point as far as this rather whimsical Internet blog of mine is concerned, and so to its slightly unusual format as it concerns the concept and the acceptability of churning out a “virtual-notebook” full of such short jottings that are it’s mainstay (rather than simply writing the usual poorly written blogger’s diary or cyber-journal), is that my intention in the first place was to try at least to collect together a working “observer’s notebook” in the precise, open minded manner of fellows like (but obviously not the incisive literary talents of), say, the enquiring, 18th century European Enlightenment and the unusually dour, overly serious 19th century popular philosophers, aphorists come busybodies. Or perhaps, or quite possibly despite my best intentions, that has just turned out here to be a parody, or a vain parroting of greater literary and philosophical minds than my own (even where comparable: in my dreams), as I wouldn’t then quite know the difference if it was. However, in getting on with what I’ve intended to do here in this introduction: I’ve found that I adopted my rather sceptical, jaded, wearying viewpoint through the everyday pursuit of subtle reasons for what is, and will always be so, in what was generally my rather mundane urban lifestyle in the monotonous pressures of the dreary, everyday, metropolitan city life of the Big Smoke. And, of course, once I’d started to look closer at human life as it is at its rather rough end in such a frantic, vulgar, and hedonistic event as the pressure cooker of modern urban life is, then it’s quite natural to become a bit jaded about it all. While to justify what I suppose are my habitual note-taking actions here in actually collecting together such varied but strongly held views of a darker sort on life in general over the past few years, without then being thought of as merely being mildly eccentric, is quite difficult—possibly too difficult to be effectively avoided in such a task, and that can so easily be labelled as being so (or worse).
As far as my doing this sort of rough jottings or short note-taking is concerned, I don’t know of, or I haven’t found any other easier way of saying an awful lot about what I consider a number of things that I think are at least worth saying, and getting it all in as well; that is, other than by putting it in the form of what is, effectively, a highly personalized, occasionally quite roughly written, opinionated notebook. While the majority of the pseudo-literary, semi-philosophical, rambling thoughts as set down here, and that have popped out into the world fully formed and bristling in this blog, are obviously in the form of short, often highly opinionated ethical stances, mostly with a mildly cynical flavour (which you either appreciate or you don’t, according to your own taste in such things). Many I would say are basically short quips, aphorisms, apophthegms, and short moral commentaries or ethical positions, which have either taken form from, or been altered and adapted from, various media sources that I’ve been exposed to over the years; or, alternatively, have been extracted without much ado from the hodgepodge of ideas casually bandied about by a vocal minority of people in the mishmash of the chaotic social whirl around me, and which generally express quite neatly what’s there to be said about it without too much ambiguity.
Not being a particularly original thinker myself without first being led up to it in some way by others of a smarter disposition than myself, thus over a number of years I’ve liked to collect together many mildly insightful quotes, half-heard remarks and other interesting ephemeral snippets of what I’ve come to consider worthwhile social information of one kind or another. However, due to my limitations as an accurate recorder of such things (possibly because I’ve never learned shorthand for a start), here in this notebook they are rarely to be found as straightforward quotations, as this resultant notebook certainly isn’t an attempt at a book of quotations. But this sort of ephemeral information, I find, was usually of purely personal relevance to me when I noted it down, and was also being observed or recorded by me simply for my own amusement and edification. Thus any short quotation that occasionally may surface here in the text of this rather muddled, thrown together mishmash of a blog, and which I can readily recognise as being such, would rarely have been left in its original form as a straight quotation or, alternatively—as I saw fit, or as I saw it, or if I could just possibly get away with it, or simply as I could do so for manipulating the subtle, meaning behind an interesting social idea, or a brief edifying witticism, or a mildly warped philosophical concept—I’ve probably put it instead into some sort of grammatically acceptable altered or shortened form. This latter type of what I also regard (to an extent) as being original, adaptive writing of mine and not just copying somebody else’s ideas by rote, probably accounts for much of the guts of this notebook.
In addition to my liking for short witty quotations, and as I’ve found them, or as they were just lying about somewhere or other as obscured, partly forgotten, esoteric cultural relics (actually without first consciously realizing that I was looking for them, or, occasionally, even at them), then as a result and over the passing years I’ve formed a great liking for aphorisms: That ancient literary style and educational tool which conveys much meaning in a tight, easily digestible, pertly philosophical and often slightly humorous way. And so, as and where I could manage to accomplish it here, I’ve also used this grand old literary form to express my own thoughts and ideas freely (and, hopefully, clearly), along with adapting and altering (or purloining) other ideas and opinions as I found them and as I felt was appropriate to my own ever-so-slightly cynical agenda in this little notebook. Which here, would be seen as short, pithy arguments or anecdotes or, more often, as straightforward aphorisms, or short semi-philosophical comments in a boisterous, often jocular form, usually with a bit of a darkly satirical, grammatical or logical twist to them. After all, anyone with a bit of common sense has relied on others he considers to be of similar sort to himself to confirm and add to his own, so why shouldn’t I expect to do the same thing in the same old ways?
However, on the other hand, for me to indulge unduly in plagiarism while producing this type of work, was never actually my intention, nor even much my cup of tea either, as plagiarism is a mean-minded thing to do, and so something even professional writers should only do to their own kind. Furthermore, I don’t actually regard myself as any kind of genuine or serious writer, but just as an unconcerned, reasonably objective, occasionally ever so slightly philosophically minded, but then, to be honest, possibly an even more ever so slightly idealistically flawed individual. As really, at the risk of laughing at myself for doing this quixotic hobby of mine for so long, I’m just someone casually casting around for a sense of purpose and then occasionally (in the process) jotting down a few notes on what meanings and purposes that I just ceased to believe in on trust alone through a variety of disenchantment, disbelief and distrust. I suspect that, to a certain extent (usually bounded by degrees of comfort), nowadays I simply like finding out how things apparently are really like in the world around-about me, and then using that (hopefully) sharper understanding to advantage––or at least, for what it’s worth, for getting what I like and what I want when I want it, out of whatever quality-time I’ve got left to me. Which, despite my being a bit calculating and jaded at heart, I’m sure everybody else likes to do just as much as me, only he or she just won’t admit it to anybody except himself or herself; but which, I think, under the circumstances is a very fair way to act after all.
However, I’m not seriously saying this often casually sceptical, occasionally sarcastic and possibly at times even mildly amusing little notebook (that’s being dished up here to the world in general via the popular Internet medium of blogging) is a finished literary product in any real sense, or for that matter a well-rounded philosophy of life (in fact I would say not—not by a long shot), as this resultant notebook-blog of mine seems to be all over the place. But then it’s certainly something to take a well deserved, although possibly slightly prickly philosophical dig at the uninformed mass of the great unwieldy bulk of the seething crowd of humanity with as fallible human beings, just to see what they’re really about under the skin. So, if the slightly soured angle of this notebook appeals in some way, fine, if it doesn’t well, so it goes. After all, when all has been said and done and a notebook like this gets set out for perusal on this blog of mine, courtesy of Blogger.com, then how can anybody still seriously say I’m some sort of pessimistic fatalist, or, perhaps, even a confirmed fatalistic pessimist? As, at heart, I may occasionally still be mildly optimistic on the right occasions for it, or whenever I feel like it, or possibly, when I’m feeling a bit boisterous. That is, for the on-line in-crowd’s benefit at least, who might be glad of a bit of correct, cyber-inspired information to go along with in deciding whether their particular glass of life is half empty of half full, or even maybe stuck somewhere roughly in-between.
As far as my doing this sort of rough jottings or short note-taking is concerned, I don’t know of, or I haven’t found any other easier way of saying an awful lot about what I consider a number of things that I think are at least worth saying, and getting it all in as well; that is, other than by putting it in the form of what is, effectively, a highly personalized, occasionally quite roughly written, opinionated notebook. While the majority of the pseudo-literary, semi-philosophical, rambling thoughts as set down here, and that have popped out into the world fully formed and bristling in this blog, are obviously in the form of short, often highly opinionated ethical stances, mostly with a mildly cynical flavour (which you either appreciate or you don’t, according to your own taste in such things). Many I would say are basically short quips, aphorisms, apophthegms, and short moral commentaries or ethical positions, which have either taken form from, or been altered and adapted from, various media sources that I’ve been exposed to over the years; or, alternatively, have been extracted without much ado from the hodgepodge of ideas casually bandied about by a vocal minority of people in the mishmash of the chaotic social whirl around me, and which generally express quite neatly what’s there to be said about it without too much ambiguity.
Not being a particularly original thinker myself without first being led up to it in some way by others of a smarter disposition than myself, thus over a number of years I’ve liked to collect together many mildly insightful quotes, half-heard remarks and other interesting ephemeral snippets of what I’ve come to consider worthwhile social information of one kind or another. However, due to my limitations as an accurate recorder of such things (possibly because I’ve never learned shorthand for a start), here in this notebook they are rarely to be found as straightforward quotations, as this resultant notebook certainly isn’t an attempt at a book of quotations. But this sort of ephemeral information, I find, was usually of purely personal relevance to me when I noted it down, and was also being observed or recorded by me simply for my own amusement and edification. Thus any short quotation that occasionally may surface here in the text of this rather muddled, thrown together mishmash of a blog, and which I can readily recognise as being such, would rarely have been left in its original form as a straight quotation or, alternatively—as I saw fit, or as I saw it, or if I could just possibly get away with it, or simply as I could do so for manipulating the subtle, meaning behind an interesting social idea, or a brief edifying witticism, or a mildly warped philosophical concept—I’ve probably put it instead into some sort of grammatically acceptable altered or shortened form. This latter type of what I also regard (to an extent) as being original, adaptive writing of mine and not just copying somebody else’s ideas by rote, probably accounts for much of the guts of this notebook.
In addition to my liking for short witty quotations, and as I’ve found them, or as they were just lying about somewhere or other as obscured, partly forgotten, esoteric cultural relics (actually without first consciously realizing that I was looking for them, or, occasionally, even at them), then as a result and over the passing years I’ve formed a great liking for aphorisms: That ancient literary style and educational tool which conveys much meaning in a tight, easily digestible, pertly philosophical and often slightly humorous way. And so, as and where I could manage to accomplish it here, I’ve also used this grand old literary form to express my own thoughts and ideas freely (and, hopefully, clearly), along with adapting and altering (or purloining) other ideas and opinions as I found them and as I felt was appropriate to my own ever-so-slightly cynical agenda in this little notebook. Which here, would be seen as short, pithy arguments or anecdotes or, more often, as straightforward aphorisms, or short semi-philosophical comments in a boisterous, often jocular form, usually with a bit of a darkly satirical, grammatical or logical twist to them. After all, anyone with a bit of common sense has relied on others he considers to be of similar sort to himself to confirm and add to his own, so why shouldn’t I expect to do the same thing in the same old ways?
However, on the other hand, for me to indulge unduly in plagiarism while producing this type of work, was never actually my intention, nor even much my cup of tea either, as plagiarism is a mean-minded thing to do, and so something even professional writers should only do to their own kind. Furthermore, I don’t actually regard myself as any kind of genuine or serious writer, but just as an unconcerned, reasonably objective, occasionally ever so slightly philosophically minded, but then, to be honest, possibly an even more ever so slightly idealistically flawed individual. As really, at the risk of laughing at myself for doing this quixotic hobby of mine for so long, I’m just someone casually casting around for a sense of purpose and then occasionally (in the process) jotting down a few notes on what meanings and purposes that I just ceased to believe in on trust alone through a variety of disenchantment, disbelief and distrust. I suspect that, to a certain extent (usually bounded by degrees of comfort), nowadays I simply like finding out how things apparently are really like in the world around-about me, and then using that (hopefully) sharper understanding to advantage––or at least, for what it’s worth, for getting what I like and what I want when I want it, out of whatever quality-time I’ve got left to me. Which, despite my being a bit calculating and jaded at heart, I’m sure everybody else likes to do just as much as me, only he or she just won’t admit it to anybody except himself or herself; but which, I think, under the circumstances is a very fair way to act after all.
However, I’m not seriously saying this often casually sceptical, occasionally sarcastic and possibly at times even mildly amusing little notebook (that’s being dished up here to the world in general via the popular Internet medium of blogging) is a finished literary product in any real sense, or for that matter a well-rounded philosophy of life (in fact I would say not—not by a long shot), as this resultant notebook-blog of mine seems to be all over the place. But then it’s certainly something to take a well deserved, although possibly slightly prickly philosophical dig at the uninformed mass of the great unwieldy bulk of the seething crowd of humanity with as fallible human beings, just to see what they’re really about under the skin. So, if the slightly soured angle of this notebook appeals in some way, fine, if it doesn’t well, so it goes. After all, when all has been said and done and a notebook like this gets set out for perusal on this blog of mine, courtesy of Blogger.com, then how can anybody still seriously say I’m some sort of pessimistic fatalist, or, perhaps, even a confirmed fatalistic pessimist? As, at heart, I may occasionally still be mildly optimistic on the right occasions for it, or whenever I feel like it, or possibly, when I’m feeling a bit boisterous. That is, for the on-line in-crowd’s benefit at least, who might be glad of a bit of correct, cyber-inspired information to go along with in deciding whether their particular glass of life is half empty of half full, or even maybe stuck somewhere roughly in-between.
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