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[email protected] (Omar Haneef '96) wrote:
>I'm pleased that these responses came out to fascinating and personal BUT
>this goes to show that y'all read interesting lives. Why are these
>Cyberpunk? What makes them cyberpunk? I, and many of my friends have been
>involved in near fatal road accidents, kicked out a landlord (very
Ah, but would they want to do it again! Thats the point, its like base
jumpers or mountaineers who climb free and solo, the kick of
adrenaline when you realize you are VSF (very severely fucked). The
panic you feel as things move beyond your control and the huge rush
you get when you get yourself out of whatever almost VSF'd you.
>patiently, and without force; but its the best I could do), um... "done"
>computer animation and I bet there other people who do this sort of thing.
>But that isn't, in itself, cyberpunk, right? (I mean I'm asking: is it?) And
Nothing *is* Cyberpunk, its more to do with your attitude while riding
the rollercoaster, the edge, acting cool when some scumbag drug dealer
pulls a knife/gun on you, or going to a club in Brixton, where you are
the only white man. Running accross wet fields to a party the police
are trying to stop, playing pool on speed and acid, with another 1/2
oz of wizz and 5 tabs in your pocket, and having a conversation with 2
policemen who you just fucking know know your outa your face and any
minute are going to ask you politely if you've got anything on you you
should'nt have, and knowing that if you say no they are going to
arrest you anyway, but they don't, you get out alive so paranoid that
every white car is a fucking police car, shiiiiit.VSF man VSF. Heart
pounding, brain about to explode, your heightened senses are throwing
so much stimuli at you that you are having trouble keeping up, the car
your in is being driven by some guy called mark who has done time for
fraud, the car isn't insured, actually he doesn't own it, the police
pull you over, but by some interevention by a minor diety they let you
all go. You get home light a spliff, chill out, listen to the Orb or
Future Sound of London, or maybe you find a club or a party cause your
so fucking wired your not gonna sleep for days anyway, so fuck it lets
party, get home decide to write the next club anthem, sounds great,
until you come down, then it sounds like some wierd ambient whale
fucking mood swing psyco headfuck, nevermind, remix it next week. Wish
you had saved/scrounged/stole enough money to buy that really cool
sounding interactive brainwave analyser, then think, wonder if someone
on alt.cyberpunk.tech knows how to make one. Spend the whole night
"fixing" the tv only to get thrown accross the room cause you fucked
up, still nice buzz if you like that sorta thing, its 3am someone says
"lets go to the beach" yeah great, build some spliffs for the car,
travel 150 miles to the beach, fuck it february forgot, spend all your
money playing defender or tempest (anyone remember that?), your
totally totalled, but you can't sleep yet, you might miss something.
There are about 50 half finished projects in your room, ranging from
reverb units to a gieger-muller tube, and you can't help wondering
what would happen if you wired them all together in series and applied
3-phase 440v, total perspective vortex anyone?
Just an average weekend. Intense? Nah, mildly stimulating, you stop
shaking after about 2 days, and say too yourself "never again", but
you know its shit because you will, because YOU LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF
IT. YEAH!
>furthermore, what is diy?
err do it yourself, get hands on, learn by taking the
computer/tv/satalite decoder/car/microwave oven/vcr etc apart and get
it back together. Text books are boring, school sucks, most teachers
try to force shit into your head that will be no use to you again,
pick what you want to know, discard the rest.
> -Omar Haneef
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