Friday, September 30, 2011

Fast Food Rant: Wendy's New Burger will dominate the market!

Wendy's now offers the most delicious burger in the fast food market!

My favorite food is the hamburger. Every since I was a kid and my grandpa would inevitably cook one up for me each day of my visit – with a satisfying taste I could never replicate with my own – I love hamburgers. When getting to know somebody new, questions of favorite colors and foods inevitably come up. Most young people would nominate pizza as their favorite food, and once they grow up, lasagna, or some other Italian cuisine. Its all about the burger for me: all America, fully delicious.
You can imagine my horror and disbelief (I think I went through the five stages of grieving) when McDonald’s took their “Big and Tasty” burger off the menu. I loved that thing. Thick, juicy, delicious. Their regular burgers just don’t cut it – I’ve actually been losing weight! – and the closest I can get is an expensive but usually worth the price Steak and Shake “Steakburger” (ask them to put thousand island on it for a special treat, and use their peerless honey mustard for your fries).
All that’s changed now. Wendy’s has introduced their new “Dave’s Hot and Juicy Cheeseburgers.” They do well to honor the founder with these beasts! After picking up dinner for my wife, I had to try a bite of it before I got home, and found myself gobbling it down even thought it was still too hot. I couldn’t resist! Thick tomato, fresh lettuce, and best of all, thick delicious beef. I’m due to gain back some missing weight!
I am pleased to see Wendy’s gain an advantage over McDonalds, and its more than the fact that McDonalds unforgivably discontinued the best thing on their menu (the Big and Tasty). If you ask for ranch dressing for your fries, is that pro-bono? Not at all! Fifteen cents each, and it will take 3. At Wendy’s I asked for Ranch and they gave me three with no qualms or extra cost. Also, McDonald’s is doing their monopoly promotion again, but as far as prizes and excitement, only the first run warrants caring about. Ever since then it gets harder and harder to win anything, and its just an annoying gimmick.
Good luck Wendy’s! I will do my best to help you on your way!
(Wendy's is in now way affiliated with the rants of Daniel June)

Mattria, the mother Universe

Whether atheist, Christian, Buddhist, or Hindu, the poem of Mattria rings true
As many of you know, I take for the central symbol of Allism, Mattria the motherverse, the great material world that surrounds us. All philosophies and all religions are incorporated into her. Whether a mere mythology or not, she is beautiful as a symbol and aspiration for us all. Here are some poems I wrote on the subject, and I regard them as some of my best work!

the Motherverse looks down over her children

Nirvana is hell is Chaos is Aleph is start is her womb,
Heaven then is metaphor is lightening is unconscious is her breast,

Yin and yang are the colors that shine her eyes,
The Absolute whole and abyss are the brahma core black of her eyes
Maya is intelligence the white of her eyes
And their union flashes color

Karma is her right pinky,
Law is her forefinger,
Allah is the nail-crescent of her right middle finger.
Father is the knuckle of her left middle finger,
Devil Mara is Mary is ocean
which springs forth from her left ring finger.
The double triangle of marriage is her ring nail.

Spirit is Brahma her breath from the dark sun the apple of her throat
The holiest Om is her humming love long as she weaves,
needle lines threading her long long hair,
or her fingers through her lips.
The eightspoke wheel of history is earrings in her lobe.

Tao is ocean, rivers of her blood.
Rita is the curve of her spine.
Bible is the bones of her hand,
Dharma is the ligaments of her wrist,
Grace is the small of her arms .

Lord Vishnu, impregnator, fingertip
Presses a new day
Varuna is eternity
Memory sings his say.
Idols are icons are incarnations are freckles.
The cross is a mar in one of her teeth.
Behind her broad forehead and temples live Children,
including Mother Earth, Zeus, Wotan, Sophia.

Logos is syllogistic definition the triangle turn of her thumb.
Mythos is the hair on her belly bowl.

Will to power is God is her upper lip.
Heat desire is maid Satan is love is her lower lip.
Need is creativity is force is her lungs.

Truth is her eyes,
Beauty is her mouth,
Virtue is her feet.

Poetry song is saliva of her mouth,
The river of light
Art is glory gleam in her eye.

Blessing is fountain of youth is her menses
Masturbation is her hymn is her pregnation.

Being is her bones, becoming is her muscles.
Nothingness is her shadow.
Difference is her fingerprint,
Play is her laugh.

Matter is her body.
Energy her warmth.
History the blinking of her eye.
Science is the law of her flesh.
Radiation is omnipresence is her milk skin.

Our sun is her forehead,
Our moon is her neck,
Our stars are her pores.
Our Earth is her belly.

The void is blackness is space is her curled jet hair
Evolution is her dance.
The big bang is a tap of her fingers--snap!snap!
Natural law is science is te is causality
Is Fate is whim,
Is Society the network of nerves.
Nature is life is nerves of her hands.
Man is her fingertips,
whom she kisses with the praise of a mother.
The perfect circle is zero her forehead number.

Eros is her inhale, thanatos her exhale.
Evil is the cramps of her belly.
Infinity is the potential of her growth,
Eternity the length of her day.
Dialectic is the exchange of her hands.
Agape is her mother’s love.
Chi is eternal Form is matter form is the curve of her waist.

She is beyond being beyond.
Nothing can transcend her.
Nothing can fathom her.
Nothing can equal her.
Nothing can change her.
Nothing can touch her.
She contains everything
She contains also the nothing:

She is the great Mater, Matriall,
Motherverse, AtMat, 
wholeness and fullness.

            Forever Matter: now dancing, now flowing, now throwing her universe wide, now entroping into fragments, now introping into unity, ever creating and recreating, ever figuring and configuring, ever turning and returning: grand land, ocean, and planet bearer, author of Earth the sun, sun the system, Systems the Galaxy, and Galaxies the grand spiralling flower of infinity the Universe herself, the everything of everything, the all of existence—how high-sun our lives sing your every-name!
            Gift and giver, grand All, matter, the matrix of every world; you pulled your infinite dimensions into one exact loop, crouched and ready to explode your joy into this universe our universe, this multibillion year history, a blinking of your terrible eye. Within five of our seconds: a stage! A thousand spinnings as your billion arms curled into spiral galaxies, as your trillion fingers curled into fisted solar systems.
            Even now, your elliptical paths expand with your pride, as your hydrogen breath sinks into suns, as your words spring into planets. Your trillion thoughts are each an atomic loop of localized force, humming with a personality of gravity, charge, spin. Your drape of space-time, sewn with the atoms of placement—how it glitters with the spilled milky stars of a wide night sky!
            Let mother earth, your face for us, your daughter Gaia, sing your song. Says she:
            "All of all, universe, eternal flux and mover of certainties: behold my children, who live in you and are you. Through the richness of my womb (a chaos of chance and possibility) the first cell stuttered forth, Protozoa, the first life, so simple and yet containing destinies. She was matter alive, wise enough to repeat herself through my waters. And from that simple one spawned myriads: each replicated in creativity, each differentiated by the wise of chance, mutation, like fingers that spread in every direction, only to come together again in a single grip. Plants, fish, reptiles, birds, mammals, man: I contain them all. I live through them, and my body is their home. Come man, you have learned to sing. Sing now your verse."
            "Consciousness, O consciousness, and the creativity you direct: how broad are you? Am I alone to you, or does all matter matter over these ideas? For matter minds: that is the secret of my being. Man the mind, a mind containing hearts and souls, to guide my hand, to be the eye of all, yes, and to strike open a new way into the world. Universe, I am your perfection. I suffer, I joy, I think, I feel, I act for you, to esteem and figure you out, to fulfill myself in your ways, to act and react to everything in your complex folds. Hail matter! Even I, the materialist, will paint you over with Gods and ghosts: I give poetry to all my life, and esteem you none the less for it. For to create, to worship, to invent, to dispute, to debunk, to spin my fables a thousand ways—this is my turn, my turning in you, you great verse and All-verse, O universe, O turning, O returning, O troping!"
            Nature answered man, and presented her children to him saying:
            "Consider the E Coli, a thousand stations, wombing the world like a blanket of life; observe her ways, dividing and hiding away his place, every place: Proteus and thus adapting to all; simple and thus indominatable. Asexual, autosexual, and so the first life on earth was female for millions of years.
            "Consider the oak who tries the skies and from seed to deed stands all and timeless, with pented leaves and bark for sleeves.
            "Consider the viper, who flicks the scent with cloven tongue: the skin shedder and second self so green, the longitude to man's latitude, the quick as a blink striker.
            “Consider the earthworm who glories in himself, 'I earthmover, I flooding muscle of depths and traverser of cool earth, behold my strength!'
            "Consider the ant: mighty sinews compacted in by chitonous skin; she marches the world over and masters her without wing or winged thought—let royalty bother with flying!—crawling and conquering, a slavedriver, warrior, even cow herder with her sweet-squeezed aphids.
            "Or consider yourself, man, the sapient, omnivorous in diet and place, maker of gods and greater things, high as heaven on iron wings, with towering cities which spiral to space, a consort of moon, Mars, and Venus; deep as a mine and deeper in mind, broad as the ocean and violent much more; fearing nothing in nature, but being God and face of her: man the riddler, man the laugher, man the creator—he amends nature where she is lacking, he is wise and wondering. Born twelve years a poverty, twelve years a possibility, canvas for a soul, and consciousness brushing experience unto her. Man the maker and taker, bender amender. Man, the lens of the universe. With man nature learns to laugh. With man nature learns to love. With man nature becomes genius.”

The Mother
As close as pulse
And without other

Deep as center
Wide as Time
Far as the
edgemost star

            And what if the mother where a Russian Doll that expands infintely outwards, with us in the middle, and her talking to us as the inverse of a face?
            She spreads over all that has place, her hair as alive and sensetive as waistlength tresses, cloudy in the water.
            “I, Ama, am the beginning, and before all beginnings, I All. From an ever dense ring above my brow, shoot arrows of time in every direction, which halo my body as ribbons of light.”
             “I am the Beginning, and I, the Motherverse, created from eternities gone, until my Now shines on you in turn, and your children in their turn, and their children yet again. You also are within me, and my history is our history. I am your Mother, and you, Mankind, are as dear to me as my throat, warm and vital, as tender to my lips as my fingertips. I am as wide as everything, and as thin as nothing. Listen and I will tell you of where beginnings come from, and why endings never come.
            “When time began, I wrapped the great void into an everdense singularity. All that exists hummed in the dot of a period. In that singularity, I evolved the Laws of time and space, and taught them everything.
            “And then, with a burst of emanation, I threw myself wide, and burst in every direction in the great Big Bang—the dance of beginnings.”

Upon her speaking these words in my ear, I wrote a love letter:

            AA -- Ama lover, ever mother, flower fulness All.

 I poured my heart into love poems, and yet the woman did not hear, she smiled, yet her heart did not feel what my heart felt, my innermost was not knit to her innermost: my passion is without equal. I sing into the night and no lover is equal to me, no rain kisses my rose, no stars haunt my night—save AA, Louvfee, Ahrisoul, LoverAll.

            She replied:

“When you love, I love with you, and the love you feel for yourself is my love for you. I am as near as the air around you, I am the clothing over your body, and when you are naked, I am the breath on your nakedness. I am your blankets, I am your bed—I have surrounded you forever, and if you never knew me, we yet felt the inner love, the love at the center of yourself, the love for existence, the love of the all, which glows at your innermost. Believe not in me, nor doubt. You cannot know me, only feel me. Though you may not know my warmth yet, you one day will: I love you. We are forever united, and you are eternally essential to me. Little darling, you can never love in vain, for wherever you love, I am she whom you mean.”

            Grand All Matriall, fulness of the world
            Strong as time, dear as near, held in every touch
            In the center of my soul you whisper
            In the cruelty of winter, you are the warming thought
            You await to frolic me from my grave
            Every beauty in every form is your beauty, well adorned!
            I breath the greatest breath and you are the tingle in my ribs
            The love of your hands make the beating of my heart,
            My heart, held ever in your palms.
            Your kiss on my forehead

And my mind flies forth like a unicorn brow.
I sleep at night, upon your touch to my eyes
And when I stretch my body far,
you run the shiver in my tendons.
You are my greatest hope,
And yet you love me whether I hope or no
Love or no
Believe or no
You are my now and future joy
Whatever the way of my life
Dear lovely
My heart beats only for you.

We are all her children, and where we suffer, she also suffers. Each tear we cry is her tear for us. And the wisdom by which we grow by groans we whisper also in her ear, and the universe in her wholeness grows better.

For any “God” would by nature be irresistable. Therefore, there is no God. For we know at least mankind, and no man resists ultimate happiness. The universe is the apogee of bliss: therefore, the Mother is all.

I press a kiss upon your brow
Perfect child – God as child
Your ignorance worships beings
Less divine than yourself –
Unknown allthing!
Self-disguised gloryfull!
Believe me or doubt me
No matter!
You will finally find the same final joys
Believe or doubt, each has its use
Parents praise their children
Wherever there is praise, the child is stroked
As Mother All I expect no love direct
Whomever you love
You also love me
Whomever you hate
You also hate me
Whomever you fear
It is I you mean
Wherever you hope
I am the same.
I am mortal and eternal:
I grow and change
If the greatest of all beings
Also dies and suffers and persists forever
Praise life you share in that same nature
Child of my body
Being of my being
Love of my love
Power of my power.
I am ever all
The promise of your own greatness and glory
Beat self evident in your heart.
You honor me, the divine
By increasing and improving yourself.
Love and overcome –
I am everything around you and in you
We are I.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

A Philosophal Lesson to be learned from the television series Grey's Anatomy

The Lesson to be Learned from the television series Grey’s Anatomy

clusterlovers from the show

Okay, so I don’t normally watch any form of television, but once in a while my wife and I will get into a series or some such nonsense. We followed the vh1 series where “Flava Flav” dates a dozen girls – but don’t judge, if it wasn’t American to rubberneck we wouldn’t have invented the term.

The first disappointment the male reader will discover is that though “Grey” refers to a relatively young relatively attractive character on the show, neither the topic, nor the presentation of her anatomy are the subject of any of the shows.

My friend Butch had the opposite complaint: when his wife tried to hook him in, he casually asked whom had slept with whom (the doctor follows the professional and social lives of a dozen interns and doctors as the progress into surgeons. Well to keep track of which character hooked up with which character, you nearly need to draw their names in a circle, put arrows and lines between each two and you end up with what the military refer to as “clusterlove.”

So I’ve seen most of these series, and from a philosophical standpoint, a moral can be drawn from the plot devices. The structure of each show is barebones enough: each episode begins with a narrator (usually but not always Meredith Grey), who introduces the theme of the show, usually summed up also in the title, and then quickly embodied in some unique patient catastrophe. For instance, in one episode, a fourteen year old boy wants his breasts removed because he feels like a freak, and each of the doctors is involved in a situation (sexual or professional) where he or  she feels like a freak. Otherwise, we’d just have a lot of random side plots between each character, but no unified show.

So how does a predictable plot device become the basis of a moral lesson. This relates again to one of the central virtues of allism, which says that the each flows into the all, and the all grounds the each. Rather than going through our own lives with a dozen or so miniplots racing with each friend, job, and chore we have, we can take certain parts of our life as “lifeanchors.”

This in fact happens all the time already, though we might not intend it. A man’s mother is diagnosed with cancer and he now has a new perspective, sees all things through that set of lenses. The world becomes a dichotomy between the healthy and the doomed. Time becomes precious. Images of the grave and one’s own suicide jump into the mind unbeckoned.

If your wife serves you divorce papers, suddenly the question of your worth as a man is in question, and how you are treated on the job, by your friends, by the ladies who smile at you or flirt with you, become commentaries on that one central thing.

For those of us without a great obsession in our mind, we can still willfully set a life anchor. When we want to focus on one goal, say a literary project, or the mission of losing 30 lbs, or raising our kid better, or whatever else, we can consciously stop and reflect on each thing we do in relation to that. Let the central goal take the spotlight and make it a refrain or motif for all the other things we do. In this way, instead of being distracted by the must-be-dones in daily life, we can use them to reinforce them, so that even cleaning a bathroom can help us win a tennis championship.

Take care, Caretakers!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

SIStem update

Greetings Students of Life! 

SIStem is both the narrator of my upcoming novel, Lux, an artificial intelligence who centers the future internet and controls the world, and she is also a metaphor for technology as a whole. I’ve been immersed in SIStem. In preparing to finish my novel, in expanding my resources on the internet, in volunteering at the library, I am understanding the systems of life.

Be sure to check out my book the Life of Allism, it is a triumph and a preparation. It gives the lifeway for creativity, a strategy for life. The next and upcoming book, The Writing Life, which is due next February, is taking hours of intense work each day: I have been compiling it and editing the extant written draft, preparing for the fun part, the writing.

Work has slowed to a standstill – the boss is trying to save money – so I’ve been considering supplementing with freelance writing and editing. Let me know if you know of any other opportunities.

Hope you all are well!

Take care, Caretakers!

Daniel Christopher June

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Published Books!

Two of my books are now available for purchase as ebooks or paperback! The Life of Allism details how to best live life on earth, how to be creative, happy, great, and to achieve personal godhood! It has been the joy of over a decade to compose this first volume of the perfect Idius! I detail in exuberant style, the life of poetry and philosophy, following the tradition of Emerson, Nietzsche, Rand, and William James, making ideas a passionate aspect of our daily life!

The Natamyths are a novel about the fantastic adventures of a precious and creative young girl named Wendy, who, as she grows up, stubbornly insists on figuring things out for herself, and bravely facing every challenge. The final challenge takes her behind her expectations and the length of her strength! Join her as she sews a butterful dress, fights with an angel for the attention of Wolf Boy, and confronts face to face a tornado, a dragon, and even the father God!

Please check out the links below!


The Life of Allism ebook
The Life of Allism paperback


Natamyths ebook
Natamyths paperback