Michael Dean

Robots, hucksters, dope, and slang-parrots translates:

• technological automation;

• marketing, sales, influencers, etc.;

• incentives that promote addiction, and;

• mindlessness around language.

Closeted eclectic.

The NY post office (up on Lexington) looks like a structure that could have been as grand as Grand central. Now it has a tiny Fedex at a corner, a WeWork, and probably some commercial office space inside.

WIP words: affiance, affirmations, afflicted, affront, aficionado, afraid, alienate, alienation effect, all-over painting, allegory, Allen’s rule, allusion, als of, altruism, deconstruction, deep structure, defamiliarization, differance, high dawn / low dawn

The 7 Tiers of consciousness in Dune:

• Level 1s (the worms)

• Level 2s (tribe dynamics)

• Level 3s (fundamentalists in the south)

• Level 4s (all about Dust extraction/politics; call T5 the rats)

• Level 5s (against typical order, anti-voodoo, anti-power, one with the T1 Earth)

• Level 6s (Dust: visions, partial flashes of the future)

• Level 7s (post-worm trip, see

We underestimate how malleable our handwriting is. Penmanship is an art, a meditation, and unlocks a mode of being and creating.

I live too close to NYC to not be “sketching it,” both in the literal sense (drawing), and in the sense of writing sensory paragraphs. Feels microcosmic in the sense that this one city might capture the wonder and woes of our modern condition better than any place else. Need to reread Delirious New York.

You have two 10s in black jack. Hit! “Why can’t you play your hand?” Look up! This is just one hand, and I’ve suddenly become conscious inside of a casino. I don’t need to win this hand, and I don’t even need to play this game. Walk up, walk outside. There’s air out there. There’s a whole world outside this casino. And even the city around you is

Terence McKenna on the alchemist’s view on nature:

The modern existential myth says we are cast into matter, lost in a universe with no meaning, and we must MAKE it. This is the absurd in Sartre. “Nature is mute,” is as far from alchemical thinking as you can get; for the alchemist, nature was a great, open book'; they put it through processes, to