The newest book club discussion on The Cosmic Serpent by Jeremy Narby has a link!
You will find there, an excerpt of my thoughts, but they were from a premature post on the board. My real reflection, which went unpublished, I would like to now share.
Narby's book opened up a world of possibilities for me, mostly in the area of bombastic theorizing and subsequent selective investigation. For instance, I can now postulate that the Spin book club is an elite, though seemingly ragtag collection of people who have been selected by a small and covert government agency for monitoring, and the hopeful discovery of a prophesied savior of the modern world.
My first finding on the general subject of a prophesied Armageddon was the Mayan calendar, and it's abrupt end on December 21, 2012. (12/21/12) The sum of all of the single digits equals 9-- the number of lines in a nonet of poetry. (note that in music, a nonet is a composition which requires nine musicians for a performance. Hmm... music. I would set that divergence aside for later speculation.*1)
So while my estranged wife and children took a holiday to my wife's mother's house to escape my abuse by negligence and detachedness possibly but not probably having to do with a drug induced acute compulsion surrounding my recent findings, I searched volumes in search of the relevance of the nonet. Then while casually browsing cam phone video blogs on buzznet, it struck me: just as buzznet combines two words to create a new term, nonet was a term comprised of two syllables: no and net! Perhaps the bizarre cease of the Mayan calendar was caused by a worldwide internet failure.
I was fatigued, but in light of my new findings, pressed on. Defocalizing my gaze on the internet, I allowed my surroundings to steer my mind. Mariachi music wafted up the stairwell from the cleaning lady's porta-sterio cassette deck. That's it, music, the universal language! What other force than the internet could spread a web between continents, providing a means of global dialogue and understanding?! Quickly searching Al Gore, who we know "took the initiative in creating the Internet", I found exactly the link I was looking for... Jon Bon Jovi! He was recorded as remarking, "Al Gore is the smartest person I've ever met."
So the two had met. How often? On what subject did they converse? The end of the world? Possible saviors of our modern way of living?
In a popular Bon Jovi song, the lyric repeats 3 times:
Maybe I can't save the world
But as long as you believe
Maybe I can save the world
The 3 groups of 3, the nonet... it was too much to be a coincidence. Perhaps his seemingly rock cliché use of a contradiction was not contradiction, but instead JBJ disclosing that HE could not save the world, but KNEW WHO COULD, and in revealing the savior to the correct source, would himself be taking part in the earth's salvation. Could his source be Al Gore?!
I once again defocalized my thoughts. Al Gore's last name brought shivers to my spine when coupled with the thought of the demise of human life. Looking it up in a dictionary, I found the synonym "vermicious", which a childhood memory reminded me, described Roald Dahl's Knids-- a fictional species of amorphous, shape-shifting monsters that invade the Space Hotel USA from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The synonym was rich with metaphor for the Armageddon at hand. Searching the net for more on the Vermicious Knids, I came upon the final key linking the SPIN.com book club to the possible avoidance of the abrupt end of the Mayan calendar...
A myspace user by the name of "vermicious_k" yielded a google search including among 3 lines of summary, the code:
"Hey Dot how are you? I sure do love the Bon Jovi Video in your comments. ... Pastiche will be spinning Drum & Bass Hip Hop Remixes, and calming Raggae, ..." Noticing the emboldened words, it is impossible to ignore Bon Jovi, spin, dot, and calm... Bon Jovi! Spin.com!
That is where I will leave off. The above was not meant to challenge anyone's faith, but merely to serve as a cornerstone into the exploration of the theory that a true egocentric universe can coexist with the help of creative science, selective investigation, even more brashly selective theorizing. I now leave it to you to become obsessed and tie up my loose ends. Thank you for the $14 dollars via amazon.com. I'm coming down from my trip now, and am disinterested in the mess of pixels before me. I now long for the caress of a summer breeze and a bit of caramel to pleasingly excavate from a molar and savor on the base of my tongue.
*1. 9 is also the number of members of the book club who initially took place in discussion of the first book, Jesus' Son, though 11 members were selected by Spin. What happened to my friend Stef Alexander of P.O.S. during that discussion? I called him to investigate possible conspiracy, and he declined comment, yet had little alibi, other than mumbled fatigue of self tour managing on the Gym Class Heroes tour. I sensed foul play.