v i r u s

“Democracy is cancerous, and bureaus are its cancer. A bureau takes root anywhere in the state, turns malignant like the Narcotic Bureau, and grows and grows, always reproducing more of its own kind, until it chokes the host if not controlled or excised. Bureaus cannot live without a host, being true parasitic organizations. (A cooperative on the other hand can live without the state. That is the road to follow. The building up of independent units to meet needs of the people who participate in the functioning of the unit. A bureau operates on the opposite principle of inventing needs to justify its existence.) Bureaucracy is wrong as a cancer, a turning away from the human evolutionary direction of infinite potentials and differentiation and independent spontaneous action to the complete parasitism of a virus.”

- William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch


b r e a k s

I trade binary options on the FOREX for a living. The “day job”, if you will.

There’s a point where the numbers and lines and candlesticks and charts all kind of blur. Where i’m assimilating the information on a level that is unconscious. It feels like autopilot. Like someone else is driving. Intention gives way to observation. Observation begets reaction. Reaction forms new intention. None of which i’m in control over. I know it’s my will still driving it though. The closest thing to the feeling is surfing. I control me, not the wave. I do not seek to tame nature, I simply defy it.

I use the Fibonacci sequence ratios as a trading indicator. I use a method from Japanese rice traders of the 1600s for technical analysis. Seemingly random or driven market trends conform to universal constants that no human devised. I can show you lies and trickery, show you where people cheat and the fake ramps and artificially propped up currencies and yet it’s still there. That universal mathematical constant infecting a human created system. Running it without our permission. The plots and plans of kings and bankers all controlled by the same seemingly random digits that sets the pattern of a sunflower or the ancestry of honey bees or the perfect spiral of a sea shell.

It’s when i’m in deep, when my fingers are moving without me thinking, when my head is bouncing to the music, when my vision is all numbers and lines, when the sun is setting and the only light in the office is the glow of a screen that I feel the hand of God moving and i’m not sure where it ends and where I begin.

I’ve had worse jobs.

i c e l a n d

I believe the best way to become good at something is to find good examples. Model your attempts after the successes of others. This saves you from wasting time with common mistakes. When i wanted to learn to trade on the FOREX i devoured everything i could. I found the best traders, and copied their methods. I still had problems, sure, but i turned a decade long trial-and-error battle into an eight month education. If a country wishes to do well, then i believe you should look to what other countries have done right.

Iceland isn’t the only way to do this. But it worked. It’s worth researching, worth studying, and certainly worth attempting to improve upon. I would urge all looking at an independent Scotland to take notice and bring this information to your debates and discussions.

Originally from the brilliant Bella Caledonia, nearly three years ago:


As one European country after another fails or risks failing, imperiling the Euro, with repercussions for the entire world, the last thing the powers that be want is for Iceland to become an example. Here’s why:

Five years of a pure neo-liberal regime had made Iceland, (population 320 thousand, no army), one of the richest countries in the world. In 2003 all the country’s banks were privatized, and in an effort to attract foreign investors, they offered on-line banking whose minimal costs allowed them to offer relatively high rates of return. The accounts, called IceSave, attracted many English and Dutch small investors. But as investments grew, so did the banks’ foreign debt. In 2003 Iceland’s debt was equal to 200 times its GNP, but in 2007, it was 900 percent. The 2008 world financial crisis was the coup de grace. The three main Icelandic banks, Landbanki, Kapthing and Glitnir, went belly up and were nationalized, while the Kroner lost 85% of its value with respect to the Euro. At the end of the year Iceland declared bankruptcy.

Contrary to what could be expected, the crisis resulted in Icelanders recovering their sovereign rights, through a process of direct participatory democracy that eventually led to a new Constitution. But only after much pain…

(full article in link)

s t a r s

Thy feet in mire, thine head in murk,
O man, how piteous thy plight,
The doubts that daunt, the ills that irk,
Thou hast nor wit nor will to fight —
How hope in heart, or worth in work?
No star in sight!

Thy Gods proved puppets of the priest.
“Truth? All’s relation!” science sighed.
In bondage with thy brother beast,
Love tortured thee, as Love’s hope died
And Love’s faith rotted. Life no least
Dim star descried.

Thy cringing carrion cowered and crawled
To find itself a chance-cast clod
Whose Pain was purposeless; appalled
That aimless accident thus trod
Its agony, that void skies sprawled
On the vain sod!

All souls eternally exist,
Each individual, ultimate
Perfect – each makes itself a mist
Of mind and flesh to celebrate
With some twin mask their tender tryst

Some drunkards, doting on the dream,
Despair that it should die, mistake
Themselves for their own shadow-scheme.
One star can summon them to wake
To self; star-souls serene that gleam
On life’s calm lake.

That shall end never that began.
All things endure because they are.
Do what thou wilt, for every man
And every woman is a star.
Pan is not dead; he liveth, Pan!
Break down the bar!

To man I come, the number of
A man my number, Lion of Light;
I am The Beast whose Law is Love.
Love under will, his royal right —
Behold within, and not above,
One star in sight!

~ Aleister Crowley