Real Stories from Toronto #2,646,875 – It’s All a Joke

“Why are you always laughing?  Sometimes I don’t even know what you’re laughing about!  Sometimes it’s just mean!”

– Didn’t you get the memo?

“What?  What memo?”

– It’s all a joke.


The Laughing Buddha

The Laughing Buddha

One day a monk walks up to him and asks, “What is the meaning of Zen?”
Smiling as usual, he instantly swung the sack over his shoulder.
“How does one realize Zen?”  Budai then takes up his bag and continues on his way.

From Siddhartha
“…Siddhartha replies that for every true statement there is an opposite one that is also true; that language and the confines of time lead people to adhere to one fixed belief that does not account for the fullness of the truth. Because nature works in a self-sustaining cycle, every entity carries in it the potential for its opposite and so the world must always be considered complete. Siddhartha simply urges people to identify and love the world in its completeness…”


…directed by Greg Mottola (Dix Hills, Long Island, New York, USA)


Check out the IMDB here

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Travel Photography Essay – Niger



Originally posted on Edge of Humanity Magazine:

This travel photography essay was submitted to Edge of Humanity Magazine by Photographer Hugh Ardoin.

A young woman carries black soap on a tray set on her head, traditional dark henna paint on her hands shows that she is going or has been to a wedding as this is a tradition for women to wear henna decors at weddings In this case, it is a very nice dark henna African pattern; the “sophisticated” fashionistas will tote elaborate red henna oriental designs The writing on the wall in the background threatens offenders who would dare urinate on this wall with a hefty 4000 Franc fine (about 7 USD) Niamey, Niger A young woman carries black soap on a tray set on her head, traditional dark henna paint on her hands shows that she is going or has been to a wedding as this is a tradition for women to wear henna decors at weddings
In this case, it is a very nice dark henna African pattern; the “sophisticated” fashionistas will tote elaborate red henna oriental designs
The writing on the wall in the background threatens offenders who would dare urinate on this wall with a hefty 4000 Franc fine (about 7 USD)
Niamey, Niger

The lady in red along the road between Accra in Ghana and Lomé in Togo through almost every village you drive vendors line the road with local specialties delicacies and refreshments here it seems to be freshly hacked coconut. Ghana The lady in red along the road between Accra in Ghana and Lomé in Togo through almost every village you drive vendors line the road with local specialties delicacies and refreshments here it seems to be freshly hacked coconut.


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You’re an Entity: Vote for No One

An entity is something that exists in itself, actually or potentially, concretely or abstractly, physically or not. It need not be of material existence. In particular, abstractions and legal fictions are usually regarded as entities. In general, there is also no presumption that an entity is animate.
1. something that has a real existence; thing: corporeal entities
2. being or existence, especially when considered as distinct, independent, or self-contained
3. essential nature

something that exists by itself : something that is separate from other things

1. A being or creature.
2. Legalese for “person”.
3. You don’t actually have to be a person to be an entity because of corporate personhood.


I would recommend reading up on Corporate Personhood (really interesting).

Q: Who are the stakeholders of the government?
A: The people.

Q: Who are the clients of the government?
A: The people.

…I think it’s about time that some “elected government officials” get fired because they fucking suck.

Speaking of which: to Canadians within Alberta, Ontario, and Manitoba: this coming Federal Elections (Monday, October 19, 2015), vote for no one.  For those of you outside those provinces…well…you’re shit outta luck lols.  But seriously though, I think this option should be available everywhere.  It’s not fair to shit on people for not voting when they don’t want to vote for anyone.

In any case, regardless of which territory or country you’re in, you could look up how to vote for no one here (None of the Above – Wikipedia).  Be careful though, there have been twats that tried to register their political party’s name to the acronym of None of the Above or the like.  Sneaky, sneaky.
The Philippines, the homeland of yours truly, sadly, does not have this option even though that country is in desperate need of this.
On that note, third world countries are very much affected by the bullshit of the politics that goes on in the west.
So, as a citizen in a first world country: you have a responsibility to yourself, your nation and its people, along with the nations and populations of other countries.
With this option: Voting for a candidate is stupid, not voting at all is complacency, voting for no one is taking a stand.

Just because you don’t own a business or own anything materialistically substantial, it doesn’t mean that you can’t treat yourself as an independent economic entity.  You don’t have to have money to think rich.

How do you expect to make your voice heard if, in the grand socio-economical context, you don’t even think you count?

The government is an establishment, and therefore, just another business.  YOU, as a human being, are the client and the stakeholder.
Shitty clients expect the people they hire to “magically” come up with the results they want without helping them out with materials.

Don’t be a shitty client.  This elections: Vote for no one.  

Image courtesy of The National Post

Image courtesy of The National Post

Real Stories from Toronto #3,475,698 – I Can’t Say That He’s Doing Anything Wrong

“Yeah he’s really smart.  I grew up with him in my old hood in BTown (Brampton, ON).

He’s just hopping on buses and traveling all around the country.  He takes a job here and there like serving or whatever and mostly couch surfs.

And you know what?  I can’t say that he’s doing anything wrong.”


I agree.  

I met this guy when I crashed at a friend’s place downtown because of the blackout during the beautiful, albeit deadly Canadian Winter Apocalypse.

He was the one that told me this story.

Seriously, he gets 100 points from me.
Plus it’s always cool to meet real-life drifters… the novelty of his social status is not lost on me.

YOLO prominence: High-Level Bad Ass 

Idiotism: Math, Art, Metaphysics, and Dangerous Knowledge

The Continuum Hypothesis is a hypothesis about the possible sizes of infinite sets. It states: There is no set whose cardinality is strictly between that of the integers and the real numbers.

I’ve always liked mathematics and art in high school.  Both were pleasurably easy and therapeutic to me.
I didn’t know what to do with my life back then (newsflash: I still don’t!  Gaza!) but I thought since I liked math, maybe I should just go to university and get a degree in BS Math or BS Fine Arts (BS = BullShit).
Both were kind of turn offs for me: after doing further research onto the curricula, I realized that universities were just gonna put a bunch of rules onto the things that I found pure joy in.

I was never really into both of it to the point of hardcore insanity (trigonometry, calculus etc).
In regards to math:
I liked algebra because of variables.  I like the idea of being able to change it into whatever you like (a letter, name, colour, whatever) and the answer will always be the exact same finite integer.
I liked geometry because of the shapes.  I like being able to form shapes and sizes based on numbers.  I thought it was pretty cool.
Unlike sociology, history, or psychology (subjects I have come to appreciate later on in life), math, to me, was simple.  Since there are finite answers that are all numerical, and nothing to do with humanities or behavior, you’re either right or wrong.  You get the mark or you don’t.  Simple.
The tangible applications of mathematics in everyday life just never really occurred to me up until my Grade 11 teacher talked about some sort of formula within the Cartesian Plane.  It was those formulas that produced coordinates that will never equate to zero and if you change the variables and plot the lines you end up with a curve formed by lines (I failed at Google searching, so if you remember what they are: comment away please).
It essentially came up to this:


Parabolic Star…hmmm…next tattoo?

I just kinda kept solving the equations.  It was Grade 11 math, who cares?  It was easy.
One student got annoyed after all the equations we had to solve, “It’s like.0000000572 (or some ridiculous number)!  Why can’t I just plot the point to zero?!?”

To which the teacher replied (equally frustrated), “Because it will never be zero!  It’s like the distance of my hand to this board!  If it’s one inch away from it, then the point is one, but even if I place my hand to the board, it will never be the board!”

…you know those moments when something is said or done and you can’t help but be speechless and you end up looking like a dumbass with your mouth open because it’s like time just stopped for an eternal moment of truth or feeling of awe?

It was like that for me.

It was a moment of pure magic. ❤

Matter was still the same:  The table was still green.  The windows were still open.  The boy beside me still smelled funny…but then I have gained this new awareness of the incalculable mysteries underneath everything that is tangible.

That night, as I laid in bed, I stared at my hands for a long time.  Memories of my childhood emerged.  Both sides of my families were pretty superstitious: ghost stories, pranic healing, tarot cards, palmistry and such.
When I stared at my hands, I remember the few lessons in palmistry and its illustrations…and wondered about what kind of mathematics had to be done to come to conclusions of my fate and my life.  I looked at my hands, my fingers, the color of my skin, the color of my palms…and wondered about what kind of biological mathematics had to be done for it to result that way during the equation of my parents’ copulation.

In regards to art:
I liked making art because when I did, everything just goes away: time stops and nothing else matters but those moments of magic when pieces of my soul is being translated into something tangible and manifests itself as self-expression.

And now I wonder: what kind of mathematics occur, within us and in the universe, for our creations to turn out the way they do.  What kinds of equations does God use?

Personally, I think the quest to finding the formula to infinity is self-defeating, which is what led some of the mathematicians to the loonie bin.
Infinity by mathematical definition (
– the assumed limit of a sequence, series, etc., that increases without bound.
Conclusion: “Geniuses” are also the biggest morons.  On that note: we are all stupid.
So as far as equality goes, I think idiotism would be the best mindset to employ.  Since we are all smart and stupid to some degree or another within a variable called “moments,” calling someone a moron or saying that something is stupid in a statement or moment, in my opinion, is always fair.

If there are formulas that never lead to zero, but lead to infinite conclusions of ridiculous non-integers that can go on forever, then infinity itself is contained in all the equations that there ever was, is being, and will always be.

If someone finds a finite formula to infinity: we’d be in trouble…because I think that kind of knowledge can only be held by God.


Seriously, the question: “How big is infinity?”
Answer: Umm, it’s beyond you, dumbass.


We’re just specks of dust, fool.

On another note:  I went to film school instead: I figured math + art = moving pictures.  Another great factor that came into play with choosing film school was a heated conversation between a friend and I: how much, exactly, is a moment?
The conventional feature film would have 24 frames per second.  That’s 24 pictures within a second that creates the illusion of movement.
Slow motion, with technology these days, can go up to 1000 frames per second (might be more, correct me if I’m wrong), so that’s 1000 pictures within a second…but none of those answer my question: How much, exactly, is a moment?
It is only now that I’m realizing: a moment is a matter of perception and consciousness – something that mathematics can only capture through art and, if successful, elicits emotions within the viewers.
And contrary to popular belief: I don’t think that time is money.  I think time is the parenthesis for earthly-conscious-existence equations and we are all variables.  Yes, I believe in parallel universes – not necessarily extraterrestrial life (though I wouldn’t completely count that out.  I do like my sci-fi), but a universe existing somewhere underneath everything that is seen…something within the subconscious realm – one of feelings, thoughts, mythologies, paradigms, moments, expressions…stories.
I wish I had been smart enough to drop out because I didn’t need school to learn all this – what I needed was experiential learning.  Having said that: I did meet plenty of people that I would never have met in any other way.  It was good experience albeit OSAP owning my ass (It’s pretty stupid to expect kids, who can’t afford post-secondary, to be able to effectively contribute to the economy when you start them off with a fucking huge ass debt.  Seriously, the debt part = epic fail).

Also, I’m pretty sure that God likes to fuck with our heads (with mischief, not malice).
It/She/He gets extra points for that.

I still recommend watching the documentary because it’s interesting.  You can just power watch it if anything.
I really liked the bit with Galileo: only proves my affinity for geometry.  Plus he was the smart one: at one point he was like, “That makes no sense.  If there’s an infinite number then it should be enough. We just can’t understand infinity.  Maybe God can, but with our finite minds, we can’t.  So let’s use the concept if we must, but let’s not try and understand infinity.”
Translation in 2015 language: “WTF?  Fuck this.  We got the gist of it, but we’re not smart enough to get this crazy shit.  Let’s smoke dope and chill.”
To which I would say: “Word.”

Hypothesis: While Galileo and Turing may have smoked dope, Georg Cantor, Ludwig Boltzmann, and Kurt Gödel most certainly did not.
Food for thought: Steve Jobs dropped acid.
Note: Drugs can bring people into various levels of consciousness and therefore bring us into different spiritual realms.  Keep that in mind next time you pop that pill and  know that there are far greater things out there than you.
…And as some indigenous tribes people (who use it for spiritual purposes) would say, you may just, “Meet your Gods.”  ;)

You can check out the documentary here, complete with en español subtitles.  
No torrents needed.  Woot!

The Enemy

…produced by Culture Shock NY (Brooklyn, NY, USA), created by Karim Ben Khalifa (Berlin, Germany)


Check out Culture Shock NY’s site here
And their Twitter here

Check out Karim’s page here
And his Twitter here


…by Glenn Marshall (Belfast, Ireland)

“What began as a play on the visual connection between iconic statues, became an animation using anamorphosis (the optical illusion effect used in 3d street art), but then took on a deeper layered meaning in the wake of the current migrant / refugee crisis. Much like how the initial visual idea spontaneously occurred to me, the associated words of the statues themselves suddenly hit me… “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free..” and “Why hast thou forsaken me?”. There can be many influences on interpretation – topical, personal, subconscious, political and religious. Ultimately the hybrid symbolism in the film makes its own meaning, but you may have a very different reaction to it than someone else. ‘Anamorphosis‘ is a Greek word, literally meaning “to look at something in a different way.”. This too I feel describes the film at a deeper level, and not just the visual technique.”


Check out his site here
And his Vimeo here

And his Twitter here

Success by Definition and Personal Opinions

– attainment of higher social status
– achievement of a goal, for example, academic success
– the opposite of failure
1. the favorable or prosperous termination of attempts of endeavors; the accomplishment of one’s goals
2. the attainment of wealth, position, honors, or the like
3. a performance or achievement that is marked by success, as by the attainment of honors
4. a person or thing that has had sucess, as measured by attainment of goals, wealth, etc

– the fact of getting or achieving wealth, respect, or fame
– the correct or desired result of an attempt
– someone or something that is successful: a person or thing that succeeds


Personal Opinions:
1. Equating success with materialistic wealth and academic success is like saying you’re successful once you’ve become a rich hamster with academic designations.  *No offense to hamsters: I think hamsters are cute.
2. Everyone has a different definition of success, so if you’ve got your own personal goals and you achieve them – regardless of what everyone else has to say about it, then you’ve made it.  We are all in our heads after all and small successes count – don’t underestimate personal achievements: be it inventing something that changes the world or remembering who you are .

A cousin, who I haven’t spoken to in years, and I recently got in touch.  We’re both coming from the realities of poverty so our upbringing had similarities.  We were talking about each other’s lives and how we came to grow etc etc.  She was saying how it took her a while to get up on her own feet, to which I said, “It’s like that.  When you’re coming from a household of drama, when you get out of the house, you will attract the company of those that elicit the same type of shit…up until you come into terms with yourself.”

So, Ultimate Success, by my definition would be: Mastering inner peace in a world of chaos….and that, my friends, is not something you can achieve with bling bling or swag swag.

On a lighter note, if you’re like, “This is bullshit.”  Urban Dictionary should just about sum it up 👌

Culture Shock, Intuition, and the Rat Race

“Coming back to America was, for me, much more of a culture shock than going to India. The people in the Indian countryside don’t use their intellect like we do, they use their intuition instead, and their intuition is far more developed than in the rest of the world. Intuition is a very powerful thing, more powerful than intellect in my opinion. That’s had a big impact on my work.

Western rational thought is not an innate human characteristic; it is learned and is the great achievement of Western civilization. In the villages of India, they never learned it. They learned something else, which is in some ways just as valuable but in other ways is not. That’ the power of intuition and experiential wisdom.”

Later he says, “I began to realize that an intuitive understanding and consciousness was more significant than abstract thinking and intellectual logical analysis.”

Steve Jobs, late Apple CEO and founder, 2011


Rat Race
“In an analogy to the modern city, many rats in a single maze expend a lot of effort running around, but ultimately achieve nothing (meaningful) either collectively or individually.  This is often used in reference to work, particularly excessive or competitive work; in general terms, if one works too much, one is in the rat race. This terminology contains implications that many people see work as a seemingly endless pursuit with little reward or purpose.”
– Wikipedia


All Things to All Men

… by Cinematic Orchestra (London, England, UK) feat. Roots Manuva (London, England, UK)


Check out Cinematic Orchestra’s site here
And their Facebook here

And their Twitter here
And their Instagram here
And their Wiki entry here
You can listen to them on Last.FM here

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And his Facebook here
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You can listen in on some of tunes via his record label, Big Dada’s Soundcloud here