How to make powerful hallucinogens from ordinary household chemicals.

[reddragdiva]

Oh, Google+. The only thing you had to do to win was not be Facebook. You're making them look good. At least joining Facebook doesn't risk your email.

I am on holiday. Freda is as well, so things are somewhat less relaxing than they would be otherwise. The kitten mostly doesn't shit places it shouldn't.

"Anarchism is a political philosophy which considers the state undesirable, unnecessary, and harmful ... Any information relating to anarchists should be reported to your local Police." (PDF.) "I am not an anarchist, but I find I quite like the ones I've met. Am I in danger of holding potentially illegal political views? Please advise."

(My actual problem with anarchism is that I'm the sort of arsehole who eventually takes power just at sheer frustration with their faff. Of the wide variety of strains of ideologically sound thinkers I've interacted with, no-one does faff like anarchists. No-one.)

I'm using Ubuntu 11.04 in Classic theme, with autohiding panels (this is a netbook). I have to "killall gnome-panel" frequently so the top menu will unhide. It's getting bloody annoying. Anyone else getting this?

(I have tested Debian on this Mini 9 and gotten the wifi to work, and proprietary multimedia formats are less faff in Debian than Ubuntu. Ubuntu has useful things like the PPAs, though, which I run a lot of stuff out of. We'll see how much 11.10 embraces the suck.)

My current intellectual faff goes by the tag "Bayesian postmodernism." Though the name is thorougly explanatory, I'm giving away nothing because anyone who understands one won't understand (if they've heard of) the other, attempting to explain the first to the second may be pedagogically impossible and attempting to explain the second in terms of the first is leaving me feeling like I don't understand anything. Also, I'm taking it on faith that Derrida is in fact rigorous, and not just being deliberately annoying in a stereotypically French manner. I have about a page of notes and a head full of vague images. It's a quintessential Official Slacker Handbook-level project: something to obsess over and produce very little tangible concerning. It's like being in my twenties again.

Ahh, suburban highlife. Dashing out to rescue the washing from the neighbour's barbecue. Love people. I thought smoky fuels were illegal in Greater London. Dammit.

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[reddragdiva]

Oh, and of course, it was the eighties - everyone who didn't speak Ideologically Sound as a first language is fluent in it as a second one.

[strangedave]

I remember the era well. Probably some of the same anarchists.

Anarchist organised groups in practice tend to empower those who talk to keep doing, rather than those who do to keep doing. I'm not sure if this is insolvable (things like Burning Man have a strong anarchist streak and seem to do OK), but it seems to be a common pattern.