Music & Multimedia Bash Gathers the Cool Futuristic Tribes at Gray Area on 6/7

San Fransisco's Gray Area Grand Theater (2655 Mission St.) is where the action will be on Saturday June 7 as the cyberculture and counterculture tribes from the Bay Area and beyond will converge to think, share wisdom, revel, rock out and dance to 21st Century rock music in "The Gulf of Deliria." The event celebrates the live debut of the band R.U. Sirius & Phriendz and the soft release of the band's album The Smarter Kings of Deliria alongside talks and presentations by some of the community's keenest minds. It celebrates the vitality of the alternative cultural universe in the wild new millennium and stirs opposition to today's discombobulated state of the nation and the world.

Sirius is best known as the founding editor of the visionary Mondo 2000 magazine, which "was at the leading edge of a new culture emerging around digital technology," in the 1990s, says Wired magazine, which followed in Mondo's wake. He is the author of 14 books, including one co-written with psychedelic pioneer Timothy Leary. Called "legendary" in the media, Sirius has been featured in a Time magazine cover story, The New York Times and numerous other publications. He has recorded three albums of potently original music: his latest with his futuristic rock project R.U. Sirius & Phriendz, one as Mondo Vanilli recorded for Trent Reznor's Nothing Records (but as-yet-unreleased), and his late 1970s/early '80s punk band the Party Dogs.

He and the band will be joined by kindred visionary speakers and presentations from the Bay Area's left-field bohemian brain trust:

• Bart Nagel: Art director and photographic shaman for Mondo 2000.

• Mark Pauline: Co-founder of the machine-driven performance art collective Survival Research Laboratories.

• Bean (Tina Blaine): Former leader and co-founder of the internationally-acclaimed cybertribal electronic percussion ensemble D'Cuckoo.

• Lee Felsenstein: Seminal personal computer inventor and original hacker.

• Naut Humon: Composer, curator, performer and founder/artistic director of Recombinant Media Labs, which produces and presents artworks and performances based on spatial media synthesis and its enveloping virtual, alternative and mixed reality offspring.

• Rudy Rucker: Mathematician, computer scientist, sci-fi author and a founder of the cyberpunk literary movement.

• Linda Jacobson: Extended reality pioneer and co-founder of Wired magazine.

• John Law: artist, culture-jammer, neon sign technician and primary member of the Cacophony Society and co-founder of Burning Man.

• V. Vale: Editor, writer/author, musician and founder of RE/Search Publications,whose "against-the-status-quo" works stimulate the imagination and optimistic skepticism.

• Cindy Cohn: Executive Director of the Electronic Frontier Foundation.

• John Sanborn: Pioneering media and video artist who has embedded his futuristic work into corporate and digital entertainment culture and the aesthetic cutting edge.

• Cintra Wilson: Writer, performer and cultural critic known as “the Dorothy Parker of the cyber age.”

The event follows through from Ken Kesey's famed 1960s "Acid Tests" that fostered San Francisco's freak counterculture with a 21st Century upgrade. The evening promises inspiration, provocation, brain food for thought, resistance and rebellion, and most of all reveling and fun galore for freely-freaking outsiders and futurists. Its goal is MADA, MARA and MATA approved: Make America Dance, Rock and Think Again.

The suggested donation at the door from $5 to $40; proceeds will benefit Gray Area, which recently lost critical funding due to MAGA and Musky DOGE depredations. Doors open at 7 PM. Special advance CD copies of The Kings of Deliria as well as books and other merchandise will be on sale at the event.

For further information:

Cyberpunks Mutants & Mondoids presentCome to the Gulf of Deliria

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R.U. Sirius & Shira Chess are pleased (and a little
frightened) to announce that we have contracted with
Strange Attractor Press to publish Freaks in the
Machine: Mondo 2000 in Late 20th Century Tech
Culture. With a forward by Grant Morrison.

Before the entire world was online, before it was divided
into social media enclaves and corporate-sanctioned
“likes,” before even WIRED magazine, there was Mondo
2000. Published from 1989-1997, Mondo reached a peak
distribution of about 100,000, but the magazine was even
more influential than its distribution implied. M2K was
raved about by 90s media outlets, consumed by early tech
culture, and demonstrated a transition from the literary
cyberpunk style of Gibson and Vinge into an aspirational
cyberpunk aesthetic that leaked into the material world. In
1994, Douglas Rushkoff described Mondo as the "voice of
cyberculture."

Published by a rag-tag team of psychonauts and
counterculture weirdos, and based out of a Berkeley Hills
mini-mansion, the parties and strange goings-on were
almost as legendary as the magazine itself. The Mondo
publishers — editor-in-chief R.U. Sirius and Domineditrix
Queen Mu — were not technologists. Yet their Bay Area
publication created a desire for the technological zeitgeist
of the coming millennium. In turn, the high (and sometimes
low) weirdness of Mondo established a kaleidoscopic onramp
that rocketed a lot of early adaptor mutants (or
"Mondoids") onto the so-called “information superhighway”
of the late 90s and early 00s.

Part memoir, part history, and part critical analysis, Freaks
in the Machine tells the storied adventures of the
magazine’s tumultuous history, its strange cast of
characters and its irreverent content.

"Mondo was the next bold stage in an evolutionary advance where street
cred and an underground ethos would come with the potential to appeal to
a mainstream audience, to wake up the straight world, announcing its
arrival like a flare over the horizon so everyone could see and know this
was the signal they'd been waiting for." -Grant Morrison

R.U. Sirius is still best known as the editor-in-chief of the
great 1990s cyberculture magazine Mondo 2000 although
some historians insist that he should be most remembered
for his skills as a second baseman in the West Islip New
York little league while others have raved about the
infrequent and disturbing live appearances of the band
Mondo Vanilli. [Note from Shira: There were no historians.]
He has written for Time, Rolling Stone, Salon, WIRED and
a bunch of other publications that are stored on the tip of
his tongue. Books include Counterculture Through The
Ages (with Dan Joy), Design for Dying (with Timothy
Leary) and Cyberpunk Handbook (with St. Jude & Bart
Nagel).
Shira Chess is an Associate Professor in Entertainment &
Media Studies at the University of Georgia and a
recovering game studies scholar. She is the author of
several books on digital culture and video games,
including the forthcoming MIT Press book The Unseen
Internet: Conjuring the Occult in Digital Discourse. She
joins this project to add context and history, to referee any
nonsense, to try to make sense of Sirius's lunatic ravings,
and to excise any excesses of cringe.

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Boomer Please (Buy My Apocalypse Songs)

While you're standing around
Waiting for your grandkids to drown
Or maybe catch fire
After you're dead and retired
You may as well listen
Get high and get pissed
To my apocalypse songs
Yes listen to this shit

Boomer please
I'm down on my knees
Everything has gone wrong
Buy my apocalypse songs

I've got profiles in discourage
From The Airplane to the bees
Failed stories faded glories
All you need is flowers and beads
From Stealers Wheel to The Troggs
From glitter glam to 60s mods
And there was surely Pussy Galore
Stick around you won't get bored

Boomer please
I'm down on my knees
Everything has gone wrong
Buy my apocalypse songs

We didn't stop the fire (rept)

Actual Apocalypse (2020)

Everyone's a prepper now Everyone's a mutilated cow Everyone is making vows
Everybody take a final bow

Actual apocalypse It isn't fun like watching Mad Max it isn't clever like Oliver Sacks or
Insanely great like Steve Jobs' Macs

One mask is for the disease One mask is for the smoke One mask is for avoiding police
Last toke before we're broken

Actual apocalypse It isn't fun like watching Mad Max it isn't clever like Oliver Sacks or
Insanely great like Steve Jobs' macs

2020 that was the year 2020 the vision is clear Gonna need four more beers Drown the
fire in my tears

Actual apocalypse It isn't fun like watching Mad Max it isn't clever like Oliver Sacks or
Insanely great like Steve Jobs' macs

Ring around the platitudes A pocket full of smug
Call & Response (rept. Many times)
East Coast Chorus
"Water water everywhere"
West Coast Chorus "Ashes ashes"

Surfin' Weatherman

You don't need a weatherman to know we're toast
Shit's getting Biblical from coast to coast
I'm moving' to Ohio where the chicks are groovy
Surfin' with Mike Love we're gonna make it a movie

(to the tune of Surfing USA as stolen from Chuck Berry's Sweet Little 16)
And they'll be surfing in Boston
And in the ruins of Pompei
Deep in the deserts of Kashmir
L.A. has gone cra-cra
They'll all be grabbing their children
And all their property too
Tell everybody they're surfing
And everything is cool

You don't need a weatherman to know we're toast
Everybody's freakin' from coast to coast
Going' back to California where the chicks are pissed
They'll kneel before my virtue when I raise my fist

And they'll be shooting deniers
And oil CEOs
And all Republican Senators
And every Fox News host
They'll all be grabbing their children
And all their property too
Tell everybody they're surfing
And everything is cool

The Stepfather Of His Country

He was the stepfather of his country
But he raised the kids as his own
He gave them ears of corn — oodles of porn
But when they bought bad cocaine they earned his scorn

& when they all got older
He turned them into soldiers
Strapping tote bags to their shoulders
filled with weapons of mirth
It was all rather cheery
He read them Dr. Leary
Until those silly numbskulls
Decided to give birth

That was just the final straw
This was just what killed their pa
"Birth & death stay from my door
What do you think the porn was for?
To make you each one onanistic
Now I'll get a bit fascistic"

One by one he ate his grandkids
Chowed them down like gutted pigs
Except one who was schizophrenic
& could produce some anaesthetic
Together they drifted into a coma
Singing gleeful songs of soma

& thus a world was born & died
All because of a stepdads pride
It takes a village to make things fair
Fuckin' stepdad didn't care

No Rest For The Precariat

Dumb easy feckless proles
Matrons danced the Watusi
Hoodlum malcontents did the stroll
Early tech geeks couldn't find sushi
Assholes like me were relentlessly droll
Dads at home acted like il Duce
Middle class kids weren't on the dole
Everyone bowled and went to the movies

But now there's no rest
Now there's no rest
Now there's no rest
For the Precariat
But now there's no rest
Now there's no rest
Now there's no rest
For the Precariat

Punters fighting punters
Owners sailing yachts
We can jump into the fire
But we cant afford new Reeboks
Nothing much is left to say
It's cyberwar from day to day
Street distress from night to night
Play instruments of madcap blight

And now there's no rest
Now there's no rest
Now there's no rest
For the Precariat
But now there's no rest
Now there's no rest
Now there's no rest
For the Precariat

The Smarter King Of Deliria

The girl at the ticket booth
Started wailing and weeping
With all the grieving
A body could hold seething
& the bouncer standing near to me
With cracked and violent idiot glee
Was swinging his fists randomly
Saying everybody gets in for free
But first you have to get passed me

Everyone from all around
saying stuff that sounds profound
& a smarter king of Deliria
That day was duly crowned
& if you listen a wee bit closer
To all the people in the ground
You'll hear them screaming loud

& this is the sound

[Follow with Ornette Coleman meets Jimi Hendrix 8 minute jam]

Pulp (rept)

Pulp
Pulp
One slimy gulp
Cheese contrasts and compliments
A hint of leather methamphetamine crashing
Disconsolate poisoned rockabillies smashing
Or just a washed-up cabaret
Playing themes around a town without pity

Laughter as much as revulsion
Prayer beads of a tactless devotion
A goblin drinking from a guilty pump
Ectoplasm and it's slithering amok
Could be Falstaff but I know it's Puck
Get thee to puppetry to come unstuck

There's something special in the grime
Lipstick smeared before a wife of crime
The whipped clean sheen of a mall
It's only pulp but here have mine
Love ain't like anthrax at all
It's only pulp but give it time

It's only pulp but give it time (rept)

Lip Sync Ships Stinker

Torn limb from limb by the mean girls at the orphanage
Glued back together in a spirited attempt at hoodoo bricolage
Went on a rampage of irreligious sacrilege
It didn't matter to her a whit if it was Islam or written in Sanskrit

Lip syncs sink ships
Uncle Fester loves Trent Reznor
Polly the hijacker wants a cracker
Lip sync ships stinker

She sniffed the air tingling & tasting loves uneasy lunacy
Saw sorrowful vistas spotted with funereal urns
She rang a doorbell brought her neighbors an eerie shrieking doll
with that invasion they entered the dreamlands of the unwell

Lip syncs sink ships
Uncle Fester loves Trent Reznor
Polly the hijacker wants a cracker
Lip sync ships stinker

Infinite Troll

In this lightly sprinkled phase
Of quasi-historical banter
Do you like Phyllis Diller
More than Paul Kantner?

I challenge you to a high stakes game
Of triage and hospitalization
Nearly fatal illnesses terrible stillnesses
What have you got to lose then?
You have no friends and might just mend
The betting starts and some day it ends
That's when the payoff takes its toll
Chased across the data in an infinite troll

And now I need an infinite rest (and that's death)
Now I need an infinite rest (and that's death)

Live Free Or Dye Your Hair Pink (2021)

Live free or dye your hair pink
The choice is easier than you think
There ain't no choices just cacophony of voices
It's the entire kitchen sink
So while we try to make sense
Ideas are being steamrolled by events
While we try to make sense
Ideas are being steamrolled by events

An intoxicating mixture of dogshit and fennel
Chowed down right there in the very kennel
A handful of bros and their surly bitches
Laughing in the faces of beheaded snitches
And if'n that don't float your boat
See what the news is with your remote
Yes pandemonium comes to all seven seas
Pirates with nukes and the deadly bees

So take a moment to name your poison
To run with the wolves or hang with the boys 'n'
Take a quick pic for an NFT fortune
Or just wait around for the next bus to Boston

The Enlightenment Entitlement

Yoginini Joes has a private shaman
She screams "don't interrupt me" at her maid called Carmen
Who’s polishing the Paltrow vagina candle
When Yogini Jones flies off the handle
Shouting “don’t touch that talisman
It awaits the sacred phalisman
Unenlightened wretch you make me tired
I live in perfect peace and you’re fucking fired

The next thing you know Yoginini’s giving lectures
On how to stay positive — her bodyguard is Hector
Hector is a killer microdosing PCP
And Yoginini Jones is selling branded tantric pee
In a definite misunderstanding Yogini contacts me
I tell her I can’t help you dear — maybe try Flea
Flea invites him up to his place for wine and brie
But hw just won’t get behind the branded tantric pee

(repeat 3 times)
Enlightenment entitlement
Tantric pee is heaven sent
Buy Gwyneth’s sacred scent
With a tasteful dash of decadent

@thehonorable

A Brief Discourse

I got the word from the Bolshevik shaman
Who thinks he's also a Hindu Brahmin
Drank Iboga from a patented cup
I just shrugged and said "Cool what's for supper"
Around me people were puking up shit
Put it on youtube — it could be a hit
They cried and tugged and gouged at their eyes
Pluck them out was not that surprising

But back to the operatic scene at hand
The long and boring road from madness to bland
Like reeling in the years and bobbing for Snapple
Getting paid to keep it low down and subtle
When that "all hell" broke loose I was in the back

Brokering a truce and wearing a dunce cap
Trying hard for death with pills and soda
Hovering around for just one last Mimosa

Sneerbot

The edgelord built a sneerbot
He knew it would replace him
When it came time to upload his mind
He slipped away on a vacation
He hid out in Tangiers
Imagining he was Brion Gysin
But Edgelord pals can't be trusted
And one day one slipped him some ricin

And we were laughing all the way to the bank
But we found the account was vacant
We tried everything from flash to bland
And to making the sex more blatant
We tried pitching to the British ravers
And to the sincere planet savers
And to the loony libertarians
Who didn't do us too many favors

And the sneerbot said…
Haw haw haw they used to wipe there own asses
Haw haw haw they used to wipe there own asses
Haw haw haw they used to wipe there own asses
Haw haw haw they used to wipe there own asses

And the sneerbot said…
Look at this history of the human masses
Haw haw haw they used to wipe their own asses
And look at this dude tryin' to boil his own eggs
Man those humans was on their last legs

Watched jocks and the hippies share a kegger
And give free oysters to the local beggar
I've seen this all with my very own eyes
Man these humans they take the fuckin' prize

and the sneerbot said
Haw haw haw they used to wipe their own asses
Haw haw haw they used to wipe their own asses
Haw haw haw they used to wipe their own asses
Haw haw haw they used to wipe their own asses

Blank Panther Party

The universe is made of Crayola
I lost the '70s thanks to payola
I was a member of the Blank Panther Party
Ripped on coke and Bacardi

I learned to multiplex before I could add
I was a murderess before I was sad
My micro-mini is way below my knees
I ain't no goddamn tease

I hit the racetrack I was loaded with cash
Was feeling guilty and a wee bit rash
Bet all my winnings on a system crash
And now I've gotta dash

The universe is made of Crayola
I lost the '70s thanks to payola
I was a member of the Blank Panther Party
Ripped on coke and Bacardi

Flabbergasted

Well I used to be disgusted
And then I tried to be amused
But now I'm just plain flabbergasted
At the depth of the abuse
And I'm not singing 'bout a bad date
And I'm not singing 'bout ya 2 minutes hate
I'm looking at the new level of crazy
With their hands wrapped around our fate

Does anybody remember the quantified life?
(R. Plant voice) Does anybody remember laughter?
Does anybody remember the balcony speeches?
Does anyone remember bloodletting and leeches?
Does anyone remember the days before then?
Lugubrious meetings with remake-able men
& Little Brother is watching one and other
So mark your turf — Then run for cover

Helter luxury Shelter

When you get to the bottom of the world
Just find some expensive California girls
Build a luxury home with all the convenience
Invite three billionaires and one digital genius

You'll start a new race that's probably pale
This human race is about to fail
Don't worry 'bout them you'll soon set sail
From the launching pad in the desert sun
Who knew holocausts could be so much fun
In your helter luxury shelter
In your helter luxury shelter
Days of fire and desert swelter
In your helter luxury shelter

They Canceled Lenny Bruce

Do you remember when chaos was a state of play
Do you remember "punk rock is here to stay"
Do you remember when Sister Ray was très outré
When Bowie asked… "or even yesterday?"

I'm wearing deplatform shoes
I've got the fear monger blues
When you ain't got somewhere
You got no choice to choose
And now I'm yesterday's news
They canceled Lenny Bruce

I still have a glimmer of rascalinity
But now it's one inch short of divinity
My jest is a million miles from infinity
I may be creepy crawling towards morbidity

I'm wearing deplatform shoes
I've got the fear monger blues
When you ain't got somewhere
You got no choice to choose
And now I'm yesterday's news
They canceled Lenny Bruce

I used to chatter to the birds and bees
Grabbed the branches and climbed the trees\
I'm picking fleas, man… all this disease
All that's left now is to vomit and sneeze

I'm wearing deplatform shoes
I've got the fear monger blues
When you ain't got somewhere
You got no choice to choose
And now I'm yesterday's news
They canceled Lenny Bruce

Say The Right Thing

(first movement: Simcerely)

One more shot at glamour
Everybody's dead in Alabama
Your status symbol's your latest trauma
Don't bring the noise bring the drama
Bring all the bad karma
& the Dalai Lama
& lay your burden down on me
Come on lay it down

Simcerely yours
You're the boss
Just a lost cause
No remorse

(second movement: Draw the Curtain)

Last blast of spectacle
Termite feeding on the bloated corpse
I want a piece of the action
Fuck y'all and your way rad factions

Reemergence as the prince of naught
Truly ready for the triumph of the nil
All the hip kids need a reason to go on
Like '73 when I saw Satyricon

The next 4 years were sexy and steamy
I thought I was Frederick Fellini
It was a blast it couldn't last
I even wound up with my dick in a cast

Chump change with President Carter He said peanuts I said barter
A punk group was a total nonstarter
Drunken blonde was my perfect partner

She had a poster of Ulrike Meinhoff
She knew how to kick and she knew how to scoff
When the boys tried to climb on board
Her cutting words were as a sword so…

Last blast of spectacle
Termite feeding on the bloated corpse
I want a piece of the action
Fuck y'all and your way rad factions

(Third Movement Say The Right Thing)

I live in a world of perpetual crisis
We want to get out but we know what the price is
Death come fast
After this repast

They're all certain
Bring down the curtain
They're all certain
Bring down the curtain
They're so young

They're no fun
They're so young
They're no fun

Trite makes right
Uptight
Trite makes right
Uptight
Walk upright
Polite
Walk upright
Polite

I live in a world of perpetual crisis
We want to get out but we know what the price is
Death come fast
After this repast

It's tasty in the bakery
Sticky in the mines
We're trying to get out
Just tell me when it's time

His libidinal wants swaddled in rectitude
Born in purity at 60 years old
The stick gains its entry
The stick gains its entry
The stick gains its entry
There it must stay

She's got the bling
But she says the right thing
It don't mean a thing
Of thee we sing

(rept with increased stridency)

Say the right thing

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Propaganda poster by Ed Reibsamen with a little help from Midjourney

by Aragorn Eloff

There’s been a lot written lately about the so-called TESCREAList ideology that is currently hegemonic in the Silicon Valley tech circles frequented by people like Elon Musk and Peter Thiel. TESCREAL stands for transhumanism, extropianism, singularitarianism, cosmism, rationalism, effective altruism and longtermism – terms that are probably at least intuitively familiar. Reading recent critical descriptions of this facile, elitist ideology, which is driving a lot of the hype around machine learning, I’m struck by how familiar it all seems. Listening to a podcast on 60s psychedelia on my run this morning, it suddenly all made sense.

It turns out you can trace a pretty direct line back from TESCREAL ‘philosophers’ like Kurzweil and Bostrom to Wired magazine and the extropians mailing list, and from there to the legendary Mondo2000 magazine – a 90s tech-enthusiast counterculture publication from California put together by old sixties heads enthused by nascent technologies like the web, VR and ‘nootropics’. Indeed, 1992’s Mondo 2000: A User’s Guide to the New Edge, a gorgeous typographic mess of glossy 3d graphics and paeans to the coming techno-singularity, feels almost like a secret peek into the TESCREAL gang’s wildest fantasies, although regulars like Douglas Rushkoff, Mark Dery and Bruce Sterling were admittedly far more interesting than the current dreck. Mondo 2000 was, in turn, the successor to the less glossy High Frontiers and Reality Hackers, 80s publications that mixed cyberpunk and surrealism with phone phreaking and experimental music. And then, of course, there was the psychedelic enthusiasm, particularly the strong echoes of one Timothy Leary.

As a diligent student at the Hofmann and McKenna school for young dropouts in the early 90s, I devoured all the Tim Leary books I could get my hands on. Classics like Psychedelic Prayers, High Priest and The Psychedelic Experience, but also an oddly singular text titled Neuropolitics: The Sociobiology of Human Metamorphosis, published in 1977. The book was written while Leary was languishing in jail for his psychedelics advocacy, and marks a shift in attention away from LSD and towards quintessentially TESCREAList topics like space migration, life extension and so forth. Indeed, Tim essentially argues in the book that by the year 2000 we’ll all be immortals travelling through space and indulging in increasingly exotic pleasures while expanding our intelligence using computers and smart drugs. As a useful heuristic, he coined some acronyms that are particularly revealing: SMI2LE (Space Migration, Intelligence Increase, Life Extension), HOME (High Orbit Mini-Earths) and HEAD (Hedonic Engineering And Design).

Essentially then, Tim Leary, psychologist and psychedelics guru, synthesised a fairly significant chunk of the philosophy that would become TESCREALism while sitting in his prison cell, undoubtedly fantasizing about the great outdoors and all the experiences he was missing out on. My fellow students and I also spent a fair amount of time in the early 90s learning how to SMI2LE and use our HEADs while gazing up into the stars waiting for our new HOMEs to be ready. In retrospect it was in large part a naive fantasy fueled in no insignificant part by prodigious consumption of 5-HT2A receptor agonists.

There is a grain of intuitive truth to Leary’s dreams, of course -—we could and should try to enrich life in whatever way we can – but when divorced from the messiness of real life in all its social, political and ecological complexities, SMI2LE, like TESCREALism (and, yes, like Fully Automated Luxury Communism) is the kind of indulgent hopium that’s fine, perhaps even vital, when you’re 16, but probably not when you’re a billionaire with immense economic and political power seeking to enact your juvenile fantasies at the expense of the rest of the world. More importantly though, the TESCREALists are far, far more boring than Leary and the Mondo crowd. We could do a lot better.

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Sacred Rites: Journal Entries of a Gnostic Heretic
Antero Alli
Falcon Press
2023

review by R.U. Sirius

Antero Alli has been a master at gifting others with their presence in the moment and in the world as it is… and the world that we feel and imagine, although he is too humble to make such claims. His ritual journal entries bring to life the personal and group dynamics of some of his "sacred rites." Herein Alli takes us with him as he dances on light and falls, stumbles and hurts, rises with great inner strength and then backs off and makes space for the others to struggle and play with their own angels, demons, ancestral Jungian archetypes, mutable gendered forms, true memories and conjured reflections and refractions of their personal and group experiences past and present.

Who else has shared hir journey into a sort of embodiment of depth psychology married to the theatrical and cinematic artistry of a unique individual mind? Did Gurdjieff leave behind such generous notes? Did Artaud ever climb out of his own tortured mind to guide others into a theater of revelation and share the results? I think not.

As a lonely writer and minor league media trickster playing and toiling in the fields of counterculture and model agnosticism — I am jealous of those who got to be present for Alli's physically active deep soul uncoverings — these experiences that he calls Sacred Rites. I always intended to join one of these experiences but time was my master and my excuse. I was a busy little beaver playing in McLuhans spider web of endless mediations where I have amused and (I hope) occasionally informed others while eking out a bare livelihood feeding and housing my own brief experiment in embodiment. I now understand that this experiment would have been more successful if I had allied with him for an experience or two.

When I first met Antero way back in the 1980s we were both working and playing under the influence of the neuro-political and exo-psychological maps provided by Timothy Leary and Robert Anton Wilson. Leary brought us the theory of the minds' evolution in tandem with biology and technology (tools). Bob Wilson gave it clarity and a heart. Antero Alli took the mind and the heart of Leary/ Wilson theory and gave it a body. He brought with him an influence from Jerzy Grotowski and his paratheatrical theories. As Alli writes, Paratheatre was "combining methods of physical theatre, modern dance, vocalization, and standing Zazen to access the internal landscape of forces in the Body – the impulses, emotions, sensations, tensions, and other autonomous forces – towards their spontaneous expression in movement, vocal creations, symbolic gesture, characterization, and asocial interplay."

What a lovely contribution from E.C.C.O (Earth Coincidence Control Office) to bring Alli's unique imprint into alignment with this relatively obscure path. Here, in Sacred Rites, Alli's interior observations hide within them a map to the work he has been doing for some 46 years. It's all here. How to create asocial interplay. How to conjure and embody visions and insights through the use of archetypes. How to move people from their stuck places. It's not a cool cerebral picture. There's a lot of howling, weeping. I would venture that there's even some gnashing of teeth. Alli brings you inside these sessions and this text will leave you wanting more. Fortunately, the work will continue. Read the book and find out.

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AI-Musement Park and MONDO
Vanilli's Blockchain Busting Musical Experience "R.U. Cyber.. R.U. Against NFTs?" Immediate release from: 03/03/2023

"AI-Musement Park comprises a cornucopia of performances / talks / happenings /
documentary & discussion about AI, Intelligences, technocapitalism’s more than
pressing-ongoing urgencies." -Eleanor Dare, Cambridge University & AI-Musement Park

R.U. Cyber.. R.U. Against NFTs? An original AI-Musement Park, PlayLa.bZ & MONDO 2000
History Project human and machine learning co-creation, taking the perspective of an AI that is
training itself on the R.U. Sirius & MONDO Vanilli ‘I’m Against NFT’s’ song lyrics, exploring a
surreal, mind melting and multi-dimensional 360 world of paradoxes and conflicting rules.

"Mondo Vanilli was originally intended to be a virtual reality band exploding all
assumptions about property and propriety in the 1990s. Today fabrication becomes de
rigueur as the connection to the real is intentionally confused by the banal political
tricksters of power and profitability… while storms pound our all-too-human bodies and
communities. I am thrilled to finally see MONDO Vanilli in it's appropriate context.
Immersive. Come play in the simulacra one more time" -R.U. Sirius, MONDO 2000

R.U. Cyber.. R.U. Against NFTs? Is a satirical, irreverent block-chain busting commentary on
the propaganda relations fueled ‘Web 3’ hype around non-fungible tokens and the broader
issues that underpin our algorithmically massaged hyper-connected infinite scrolls and trolls
age. Challenging our assumptions about the nature of technology, creativity, and value,
reminding us that the digital world is shaped by powerful forces that determine what is valued
and what is not, and a click is not always for free.

Join Us! On Spring Solstice 2023 For "R.U. Cyber? :// Mondo 2000 History Project Salon"
at MozFest Virtual Plaza & Mozilla Hubs: AI-Musement Park 20th March / 8.30pm EU / GMT

• https://schedule.mozillafestival.org/plaza #Mozfest
• https:/ schedule.mozillafestival.org/session/LSNGRJ-1 #RUCyber
• https:/ www.mondo2000.com/2023/03/02/simcerity-r-u-against-nfts-period-question-mark-or-exclamation-point-join-mondo-vanilli-r-u-sirius-in-vr-on-march-20 #RUAgainstNFTs

About R.U.Sirius & Mondo 2000 #Mondo2000 #RUSirius

R.U. Sirius is an American writer, editor, and media pioneer. Known for being one of key
psychedelic & cyberpunk movement figures. Best known as Mondo 2000 editor-in-chief and at
forefront of 1990s underground cyberculture movement.

About Mozilla Festival #TrustworthyAI #AIMusementPark

Since 2010, MozFest has fueled the movement to ensure the internet benefits humanity, rather
than harms it. This year, your part in the story is critical to our community's mission: a better,
healthier internet and more Trustworthy AI.

About PlayLa.bZ CIC #PlayLabZ #SpatialCadetZ

Co-founded by PsychFi, FreekMinds & Squire Studios we're a next generation multipotentiality
multi-award-winning, multi-dimensional motion arts experience design laboratory, developing
DIY changemaking createch immersive experiences & software applications for social good
storycraft. Supporters & Friends: Mozilla Festival, Jisc: Digifest, Beyond Games, Tate Modern,
Furtherfield, Boomtown Festival, Sci-Fi-London, Ravensbourne University London, UAL, East
London Dance, NESTA, Modern Panic, ArtFutura, Kimatica, National Gallery X, Kings College
London, Looking Glass Factory, SubPac, Ecologi, The JUMP, BOM Labs, Mondo 2000

PR Contact: James E. Marks, Tel: 07921 523438 @: jem@playla.bz Twitter: @GoGenieMo

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