A Fun and Easy Recipe for Macadamian Nut Cookies!

I need only drive my misery and self-loathing to its apex; my own contrarian tendencies should propel me in a positive tendency thereafter. Works like a charm every time.

I’ve been thinking a lot about gods. Joseph Campbell said something to the effect of “the difference between gods and heroes in myths is that gods are supposed to be outside of the realm of direct imitation”; that there’s no step-by-step means of becoming a god and thus one is forced to interpret a god-myth as an ethical metaphor and not as a literal how-to. Friedrich Nietzsche, on the other hand, posited that the only gods we’ll ever know are the perfect übermensch that we ourselves will give rise to.

People, I think, have forgotten what gods are supposed to be. The monotheistic gods are so perfectly developed as self-propagating, cultural and political control mechanisms, memetic thought viruses that live off of the debasement of human beings. Two thousand years ago, prayer might have been a kind of technology, a naïve attempt to manipulate the environment,

The Crucifixion of Spartacus

I remember when my brother was eleven years old, he

The Joel Garcia Effect – 2007

Today is my birthday. Last night, one of my gerbils died, martyr to the passing of an age. It’s Tuesday. I was born on a Tuesday. The next time my birthday falls on a Tuesday I’ll be thirty.

A quick search of wikipedia reveals some interesting facts:

1) On 12 June 1880, Lee Richmond pitched baseball’s first perfect game.

2) On 12 June 1964, Nelson Mandela was sentenced to life in prison.

3) It’s Russian Independence Day

4) And, curiously, Philippine Independence Day

I’ll not bandy around the word “

That Sorkin Show

It teased us with the prospect that it was going to be about something; that it was going to take up arms in the culture wars and fight, sloughing off spectacle and controversy every week as it swung for the fences, calling spades spades,

Reich of the animal men

Chapter 3 – With Careful Signal Modulation the Animal Men Were Able to Take Control of Vast Psychological Kingdoms Within the Human Soul

While exploring the internet, I encountered a sex podcast episode entitled “Atlas Shagged” in which the protagonist toys with her bathtub fountainhead to produce titillating results. How keen.

I ♥ Zombies

What I Did With My Summer Vacation:

Banged the floor against my head. Repeatedly and exclusively. This is absolutely the last time that I don’t go backpacking through the African continent. A three year hesitation, we’ll call it. Throwing out all of my old stuff.

I wish I had a billion dollars … Hot dawg!

It’s virtually Christmas time again, that crisp, cheery, cinnamon dusted season which has only four principal torchbearers: Santa Claus, Ralphie Parker, Infant edition Jesus, and George Bailey.

I fucking hate George Bailey.

#10: The Last Joel Garcia Birthday, Counting Down From …

In the interest of self-indulgent unpredictability, I shall update my blog ten more times.

So what is it that every Clark Kent wants before becoming subsumed by his greater self in a flurry of mythmaking and ostent? Did you really think, sir, that this Kansas lifestyle was ever even an option?

Once upon a time in the bygone days of pattern instantiation and modulation,