The page may or may not be displayed. It's kinda iffy...we are a bunch of guessers, because the odds are dynamic. But not immutable.

Therefore page you are looking for may or may not be currently unavailable. In a possible, yet highly probable universe, Urgently Weird Temporal Works will have been contracted to develop control-alt-delete.org, a broom closet at High Mayhem. Urgently Weird Temporal Works will have been generating the site from nothing more than happenstance by using a Synchron Series-K. The site is accessible randomly; it may or may not depend on who you are, what you are going to have for lunch tomorrow, if your name is Katie or not, and/or if you got a card like this.

Observers underestimate your/their understanding (and indeed their/your very own) because, well they've/you've already come to some conclusion about "who you/they are" (at least for some chunk of your perception of time) - you/they fail to realize you/they are far more or less observant than you/they appear because you/they make assumptions about your/their defining characteristic...or worse, actually think you have
one at all!

Write me and we can go over it, because there is no "us" or "them"...neither "you" nor "I". We are more like each other than we are like ourselves. Even our differences are similar. Somewhere in between what you say and I hear -- and vice versa, may be the "truth". Betwixt implication and inference is what we are are REALLY talking about. Here check out some VIDEOS.


Why consider the following?:
  • Click the refresh.gif (82 bytes) Refresh button. It's not very refreshing, is it? We recommend leaving your home and taking a brisk walk or jog instead. You can always come back here later. Struggle is easy. Enjoy pleasure!
    If the meaning has purpose and the purpose is the meaning then the structure is feedback. The feedback is the structure. Kinda like gravity.
  • You typed the page address in the Address bar and you likely spelled it correctly. The Omniplex will have been generating new content and happenstance - you won't be sorry for long. Frustrated? Visit our zen site Composition Notebook. That's REALLY frustrating, so it'll calm you down.
  • Don't bother checking your connection settings, or clicking the Tools menu, and then clicking Internet Options. It won't help. On the Connections tab, go ahead click Settings, but you would just be wasting time (which we no longer refund). YOU ARE EXACTLY WHERE YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING.
  • If the UWTW Administrator, Janus Shilling, has enabled it, he can examine your "network", and automatically discover why it is so many of us continue to wonder what we are all doing here. If you have not done any wondering recently, try that walk and really have a good look around. We're pretty sure it's good to be alive. And it's pretty weird too, because, like what does that even mean?
  • Some sites require 128-bit connection security. Similarly, your brain does all kinds of things it never tells you about. Try some deep breathing and think about thinking sometimes. Have a conversation about conversations with a friend or so-called stranger even. What's a stranger? Do they exist? Who taught you that and why? Terrible!
  • We apologize to you, Control-Alt-Delete.org (and your clients) for any inconvenience as we are aware we promised to have the site up before you had even requested our services.

What is Control-Alt-Delete.org?
It's a catalyst for Not-So-Self Exploration;
a venue for reality testing, currently under construction by Urgently Weird Temporal Works. Yes, we know that, for now, that seems completely nonsensical- this universe is grand but finite -probability suggests that it will catch on eventually. The odds are that the odds are better than you think they are.

Some of us are engaged in attempting to brainwash humans to think for themselves. Others try to quite the opposite...and not for free either. They are actually charging us to get dumb. Helping us forget that we are wandering in and out of one another's subjective realities.

What will have been Urgently Weird Temporal Works?
It's a possible, if not highly probable, multi-media design group: a real heavy flux job. Typically they can have your job done before you even hire them. They neither read nor invent trends or popular memes...they remove them just to see if you notice. For them, design is a subtractive process. Like sculpting marble. Or extracting a song from pure noise. It's in there somewhere already and if it isn't, then maybe we are already done.

Who is Gregor Petrov (and why won't he talk to me{?}) ?
He's a filmmaker and really, really Russian, or so he says. He's been hired to make films about the employees of control-alt-delete: Doctor Moniker, Janus Shilling, Dr. Luna Tempers, Kay Levels and ensemble he's in, Green Orbit. Since Gregor is now an employee of control-alt-delete, he, of course, must also document himself.

Who are all these entities with specious names?
They are are Russian Dolls (you know, the ones that fit inside one another?) on the way to discovering the penultimate container or final layer, if there is one. That's what they think. Actually, there's no hierarchy.

The inhabitants and, indeed, progenitors of Control-Alt-Delete.org, themselves radical subjectivists, are coming to the conclusion that, yes, they are all or will have been, in a highly possible if not probable universe - thanks to your observations, dear reader - real.

They (Janus, Kay, Gregor, Luna And Dr. Moniker) are also coming to *grok* that they will have created themselves - that is, they are imagining themselves, or rather each other into existence. You know, like you do with your friends and others in your social circles. I can explain.

It's game theory.

They are more like each other than we are like ourselves.
What might they learn from this question?
What about this one?

That I am out of your mind...or that I am out of yours?

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Thank you for enjoying this thought experiment, or disliking it and/or coming to any conclusion* whatsoever after you will have run it through your cultural refractor or emotional prism -- even if it was for a moment it means you must have had a feeling that the sensation of the passage of time has to do with why we often experience one thought following another instead of some thoughts progressing from anything but a former one. The speed at which it feels to pass must have something to do with how many thoughts you experience in a certain amount of "time". The faster the process, the more "time" you have to observe the process. Like speeding up the frame rate to crate a slow-motion effect at baseline playback. Like getting really high and jumping out of a plane at 3 hours a minute. Or seven years a second...or...

*If you came to no conclusions, yet perceived the site, it's because you are are still coming to one. If you NEVER come to one, it means you probably wrote this. If you did not perceive the site, well, then why the hell am I wasting my perception of time writing this? Fuck if I'm gonna go back and fix typos or forge an effort to prevent new ones, not EPECIALLY for anyone simply not reading this, but for those who have seen right through it. I mean, once you learn to read it's near impossible to NOT read something in your tongue. I'm not saying whole paragraphs but, you know, the occasional word. Try not to read signage. You can't! Stop. Yield. EXIT>

IF YOU HAVE SCROLLED DOWN THIS FAR, AND YOU CAN READ ENGLISH, IT'S A CHALLENGE TO NOT READ THIS SENTENCE.

But hopefully none of above will have been written. It's best not to arrive after you have left. The only thing I know about you is that you would like to be believed. Authenticated.

Don't forget, if you're going to wax ontological, drink plenty of water! If you don't like water, have a Bildebier ok?

Looking for High Mayhem?


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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we don't care who you think you are

what you've done

or what you will have done:

we love you

First off, I just realized that quantum mechanically speaking, if you watch the Superbowl, you'll affect it's outcome.
Unfortunately there's not much you can to do affect the outcome of the ads. They were pre-recorded, by those who, by recording them affected THEIR outcome.

So then how we know that the universe is not prerecorded? Some "show" we are but only watching? How do we know that we are participants and not just observers? Oh. Now I understand quantum mechanics. By observing we ARE participating. At the very least, just by tuning in we are either fucking everything up or setting it right. It's pretty hard to discover with out getting your muddy footprints all over the place.

But you can make quite an impression by thinking alone...too. And if you are observing yourself -- I don't mean staring into the mirror* -- if you are self-aware/sentient, then well, you are affecting your own, er, outcome. You are forced to choose your own path. Your trajectory through life and space-time itself.

So if you choose to observe the Superbowl it's because your life path lead you to affect it's outcome.

Did I type "the Superbowl"? Please replace those words with "an electron".

I'm starting to think that electrons and other fascinating particles lead Physicists to observe the very particles that that they themselves are elementally composed of. It's kind of like the universe CREATED scientists and thinkers to figure out what the universe is, but we can't because we are part of it too so we just can't see it from our catch-22 vantage point.

How to escape the loop? How to transcend in a finite (albeit, seemingly large) universe?
I submit the universe is not comprized of countless particles, but rather one particle moving so fast that it comprizes all.

THE UNIVERSE IS MADE OF ONE PARTICLE MOVING AT THE SPEED OF NOW.

I feel a transcendence coming on. Later.

*if you stare into a mirror long enough it gets more difficult to discern which side of the mirror you are on.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Observer_effect

 

I love you more than can be expressed other than

by shining my love on you day after day after day after day after day…

then maybe you’ll understand how I feel about you and how

beautifully I have resolved to treat you day after day after day after day…

Every day that passes, you’ll understand more and more how I love you.

But how will I understand YOU, Dear?

 

I choose you, because I have no choice…Love did not give me that option.

 

I just got into trouble.

I spoke of Love as an entity. Capital “L”

Love has been summoned.

-Love here.

-Hey, Love, what’s up?

-Not, much. What’s up with you? Just kidding. I can tell what’s up, dumbass. I brought you two together. Want some advice?

-Ummmm, ok.

-Get a pen, stupid.

 

So Love told me how to treat you today.

A portion of the message from Love:

“Treat her like diamonds, gold and pearls.  

Treat her like water, seeds and soil.

Treat her like flesh, wood and fire…”

 

Love went on and on in weird triplets.
And I wrote it all down.
I got a hand cramp.

Love can really go off. Did a little singing. Very emotional.

 

And then at the very end, Love told me, (and this is funny, because it really shows how Love has a weird way of doing things)
“Now forget all those things. Treat her beyond what all those tired metaphors deserve, respect and might accomplish.”

 

So I told Love:

“I can’t believe you made me write all that shit down, you bastard…that’s a creative exercise you got there. But seriously, I don’t know of anything precious enough to compare her to – and to then treat her like.  The only thing she is like, is herself.”

 

Love laughed at me and said, “Wow. I remember when you told her that the first time. That’s pretty romantic. You really have it in you.Want a job? Just kidding. But now you understand, Max. Discover her. If she is like nothing or anyone else – find out who she is and then you’ll know how to treat her.”

 

I laughed and told Love, “What? Find out? Like today?  Hello? Love? Love? You there?”

 

No answer. Love waits for no man. Or is that Time?

 

-Time here. What’s up?

-Can we talk later? I am trying to write a love-letter to her.

-Word. I’m pretty fucking busy ,too, as you can imagine.

-I think I can. I’ll call on you later. I have a lot of questions.

-Later. Later. Never before. Rarely now. A ha ha. Inside joke.. Rarely now…love that one. No, but, what is wrong with you people? There is way more Time before, than later. Why can’t we talk before?

-OOO. There’s more Time before, than later? That sounds bad. Are we in trouble?

-Read the papers? Bush? Global warming? Beyond that, ever heard of the the “big crunch”? Get with it. The expansion of the universe is NOT    accelerating. Yah, it’s expanding, but it’s slowing down. I told Hawking that two years ago, he’s keeping it to himself. Bitter, secretive, man. Oh shit, that the time...again? Gotta go.


So I want to discover who you are, Ray- to truly understand you.

But now also, I understand why I want to understand you.

Because then I will know how to treat you and how to love you.
I suspect I will realize that I must treat you with Ultimate Understanding in order to to discover you.

It’s a bit of a loop.

 

-Ultimate Understanding here, sorry I’m late. I visiting a mental institution.

-Crap.

-What? You called on me.

-No I didn’t, I just wrote “Ultimate Understanding” in caps. I didn’t know you were even an entity!

-Well I am. Problem is, no one ever, really ultimately understands me. Except for, ahem, psychotic people. Or elightenend ones. Kinda depend on how you cope with the information. Ironic, no? By the way, did you buy UltimateUnderstanding.com last year?

-Yah. I was was pretty high at the time. Haven’t done anything with it. But now I have some ideas.

-I bet. Well, I want it.

-Too bad. Why don’t you buy it off me, hoss?

-I’m Ultimate Understanding, I don’t have money. Money is like poison to me. That’s part of ultimate understanding.

-I know.You’re fucked. Wait! Isn’t “ownership” antithetical to ultimate understanding too?? Why would you want to own domain name?

- I was testing you. Good work. Shit. We should talk more.

-Oh. Ok. I bet I could learn a lot from you. You’re pretty understanding, huh?

-I understand I’m understanding. You don’t have to tell me. In fact, I understand that you understand that I understand I’m understanding. And so on, forever, until you never get there and it turns out that you are understanding, or beginning to understand understanding  just for understanding that very fact. But I will always be more understanding.  I’m Ultimate Understanding…I can help you realize that…or come close. No one ever gets the cigar. Actually, there is no cigar. I already smoked it. If you ever reach ultimate understanding, you simply go insane or become enlightened. Either way way, it's ineffable. Kinda lonely, yet serene. Unless you just can't cope with it, then it's just lonely and completely terrifying. Tell you about it later, and how to achieve that peacefully horrific or horrifically peaceful place. . It has to do with nearly stopping T-i-m-e and having every single possible thought almost instantaneously. It's excruciatingly relaxing. But you realize what’s REALLY going on. Up to it?

-Not right now.

-I understand, but that's all the T-i-m-e you'll need.  

If you think I am treating and loving you OK now, then I must have some understanding of you already.

OK?!
So my goal is ultimate understanding of you.
But I understand that is not possible, as you are a dynamic force that will forever change and grow.

There is who you were, who you are and who you are becoming.
Ultimately, you’ll never “ulti-mate” (I turned “ultimate” into a verb, there, and actually think it’s never been done before, so I am calling Oxford later)

I can only conclude:

I can’t arrive at ultimately understanding you, but I can approach it. Fine.
I can’t choose to discover you, as you discover yourself and as you discover how you, yourself, wish to be treated/loved. Love’s making me do it.

I can ask you to show me how to do that.
I feels really good to ask you to do that.
Will you show me?

And it’s the best feeling in the world, because I finally know something true:
I know something I can never tell you, and you know something you can never tell me.

Oh sure, you and I can say it all day long and write love letters and songs and paintings and try to “figure out” Love itself, and in some small way, by doing this, we show each other.
But really, I know something I can only ever show you by continually showing you.

It could take a while.
Have some Time?
Wanna see?

-Wanna here.

-YOU, wanna, are not an entity; “wanna” is turn of phrase. Short for “want to”.
It was capitalized because it was the first word in a fragmented sentence. Not a proper noun, like a name or place.
You are totally off base.

-Fine, I’m going back to watch Oprah.

-Oprah here. This is very expensive, you know, summoning me. This bold italicized will cost you. But, I brought you this Microwave…

-I didn't summon you, Oprah. Wanna did.

-I thought you said I wasn't an entity.-You summoned Oprah. You must be one now. Also she'll be billing you. I suggest you pay her. Otherwise, even though she is filthy rich, she'll sue.

- Time here. Sorry I was tardy. Had a meeting with Money. Turns out we are NOT related. It's a dirty paradigm. The meeting with space went very well. We are one and the same. It's just I do the talking. Space is just so, so, so, so... Spacey.

- Kevin, here. Who are you people? This is a shitty script. I'm going back to rehearsal. Oh, before I go: sorry about K-PAX. Big mistake, Jeff Bridges though...I mean, c'mon. Class act.