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pastebejau, kad sau leidziu tik laiko isbandytas grupes :) nusivylimui nera laiko, kad ir kaip butu gaila, ir tuso pazistamo ir viso kito ka pankroko koncertai suteikia pazistamose vietovese nelabai yra. Si karta The Ex, seniai noreti pamatyt, karta issiruosus i ju koncerta Berlyne jis neivyko, del nepamenu kokiu priezasciu. Kaip ir tiketasi, geris ir grazumas, kazkas baisiai mielo ziuret i tarp-40-50-meciu pankroko muzikant(ci)u energija. Nesunkiai galiu isivaizduot dr.green, pvz, po keleto desimtmeciu :)

siaip dabar tokia kalba nieko nuostabaus, idomus tame, kad tai is 1976. Filmas, kurio nemaciau.

Arthur Jensen Explains the Global System to Mr. Beale
You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it. Is that clear? You think you merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case. The Arabs have taken millions of dollars out of this country and now they must put it back. It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity. It is ecological balance. You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no nations. There are no elves. There are no Third Worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems. One vast and amazing interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational, dominion of dollarspetrodollars, electrodollars, multidollars, reichmarks, rands, rubles, pounds and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the quality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic, and subatomic, and galactic structure of things today. And you have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and you will atone.
Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale?
You get up on your little 21-inch screen, and howl about America and democracy. There is no America; there is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and Dupont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state? Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, mini-max solutions and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality, one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve the common good, in which all men will hold a share of stock, all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
Why me?
Because you’re on television, dummy.
[from the film Network, 1976]

This is why the social factory has become the factory of unhappiness: the assembly line of net-production is directly exploiting the emotional energy of the virtual class. We are now beginning to become aware of it, so we are able to recognize ourselves as cognitarians. Flesh, body, desire, in permanent electrocution.

Cia daugeliui virtualios klases atstovi/u gal zinomi terminai ir idejos, bet man kaip mazai besidominaciam buvo idomu ir nauja. Trumpas interviu su Franko Bernardi "Bifo"

Ir dar, nors nesu sci-fi megejas, bet sita pasirode idomi. Tai gal per atostogas galvoju paskaityt, ar kas gali pasakyt ar verta?

"In her 1974 utopian novel The Dispossessed Ursula K. Leguin imagines
an entire planet, organized along anarchist principles, a world, which
very much resembles a global kibbutz. The founders of this world were
refugees from a capitalist planet caught up in intra-continental class
warfare and intercontinental struggles for global domination. The
story begins generations after a group of hearty pioneers come to
settle the harsh and unforgiving uninhabited planet of Annares. In
attempting to shed the cultural baggage of their old world, the
settlers create a new language. The citizens of Annares are radical
minimalists. Striving for simplicity and functionalism as the proper
path for provisioning each according to their needs, they define need
in the most rudimentary terms. They reject acquisition and
ornamentation as wasteful -- as excremental. They reject the notion of
private property, of government, hierarchy and control. Their
language, which they call Pravic, is as sparse and unembellished as
the world they now inhabit. It lacks elaborate adjectives which would
enable flowery description and it lacks possessive pronouns. One
cannot say this is MINE in Pravic."