Bigsley the Oaf

Dynamic Transcendental Spastic Isomorphic Forms

Posted in Uncategorized by bigsleytheoaf on January 19, 2012

Required Reading:

Isomorphism is simultaneously one of the most simple and most difficult concepts in mathematics. We can say that two things are isomorphic (or, equivalently, if there exists an isomorphism between them) if there is a way to represent one as the other, without loss of information.

It’s a simple concept because it’s just so intuitively obvious – 1 = {{}} = the multiplicative identity = f (x) -> x (function identity), etc. It’s the essence of two things being the “same.” It’s “sameness” in its purest form. What could be easier to understand? That dog is that dog. That dog is its cells and organs. That lump of cells and organs is that lump of molecules.

It’s a difficult concept because it’s really unclear how to use it. The answer to this question is more of an ontological/meta-mathematical nature than a purely mathematical one. E.g. what do you do when you find out that two things which you did not think were isomorphic, are indeed isomorphic? E.g. Howard-Curry Isomorphism which proves that proofs in intuitionist logic are isomorphic to a type of computation. Proofs are computation? Holy shit, now what?

But I mean, but I mean, there are no isomorphisms in nature. Information is always lost. Perhaps quantum entanglement or some shit, but I don’t know shit about that.

Anyway, consider a song with a 4/4 beat. “Downbeat” is a construct, in other words it’s a map from the song to some conceptual ideal. But “upbeat” is there, too. And “tone” and “color” and “mood” and take all that shit that you could say about the song. The set of all things we can say about the song uniquely identifies it. And if we can represent these somehow visually, through dance, through animation, etc. then we have some sort of spastic isomorphic form which a space alien human-reverser could transform back into the aural version.

Shit! You know what I mean. Did you watch the videos? Those motherfuckers dancing is isomorphic to the songs!

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I love Tucker Barkley. I watch his videos frequently. When I go dancing, I strive to move like his soft pasty white man-ass moves. He’s so ridiculous and fun and spastic and spontaneously creative and AHHHHH. It’s more more more more more than anything else EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER.

I think that my aesthetic has been dominated, historically, by a desire for spontaneity. I don’t create many complete forms. I freestyle rap, I dance, I write short poems, I write steam-of-consciousness blog posts. My style is dynamic and spastic and aims to be transcendental. But it is also burdened by a deep guilt – a lack of intentionality – a flailing, neurotic character. When things go on too long they begin to feel burdensome and dark and terrible. Like on a long run, when you’re running out of blood sugar. Like at the end of a trip, when you’re still far from home. Strung-out and irascible, horny and haunting.

I believe that this spastic dynamic spontaneous shit is tied somehow to my desire to motivate to radical/extreme positions. I wish that I could push the people I know to be radical – give you kids drugs, murder, steal, have sex with basically everything that moves. I wish that I could move myself to be radical. And it feels like the only way to push to radicality is through an impulse – that a full, well-constructed form will move people, change people, drag the social fabric around, but will not radicalize.

I also believe that the reason that I am capable of being spontaneous is that I have become, in many ways, a mirror, a channel, a vessel. I am able to observe a form in one domain and transform it, isomorphically, preserving its flavors, into another domain. This is what poets do, right? They can taste the trees and touch, and it’s all vague, but so honest and true, and they are mirror, mirror, mirror. I mean, to think that all of this structure that I spit out in my blog and in the world somehow lies uniquely and solely in me is just downright arrogant, right? Obviously I’m just taking shit from somewhere else, repackaging it, and sending it out?

This type of packaging can only be accomplished spontaneously. Everything that we do is a transformation, basically, but a slow one is a more complicated one. Not isomorphic, not even linear – a complex convolution of information input with past experience and randomness rolled up and pressurized until it boils out as a new form: lush, green, vibrant, and fertile. It’s great, it’s beautiful, it’s everything, but it’s not me. It’s creating worlds instead of echoing them infinitely. Repetition is the essence of life and I want life want life life LIFE.

I think that spontaneous action which is equivalent to isomorphism – a lossless transformation of form to form – exposes the underlying similarities in reality which free us from independent, burdensome reprentations. So BASICALLY fun = isomorphism, is what I’m really fucking saying – or alternatively: forget about experience reality, BE reality.



Posted in Uncategorized by bigsleytheoaf on January 10, 2012

Hi All!

A confession: writing in my blog often makes me feel arrogant. I think that sometimes I go a little overboard and the teleological-speculative aspects of my writing take over. Sorry about that. I’m not even sure why I write. I do know that I feel great pain, that the pain accumulates over time, and that when I write I feel less pain for a little while. Good enough reason for me.

Please read my last post. Also, please ask me questions – not just on this last post, but in general. I’d love to know what you all would like me to talk about. I will answer all questions that you write as comments to this post.

– Chris


Posted in Uncategorized by bigsleytheoaf on January 10, 2012

The King, Buddha, the Emperor, Patriarch, Wise man, Sage, Master, and so on.

When a geographic region becomes closed – becomes a nation, a city, a state, a family, a horde, a clique, etc. – its population gains a potential for self-knowledge and self-reflection which allows the formulation of descriptions of sub-forms which are representations of its highest values.

Tersely/abstractly, my thesis is this:

In this way, these men, along with the powers they commanded and the structures they subsumed – which is to say the “structures of these men” – were the principle epiphenomena arisen in their anthropo-social-manifolds as resulted from motions of the fundamental principles of these structures.

When humans collect into groups their first task is to form a communication net which allows them to cooperate, to become a big old family, as it were.

The second task is to manifest a King.

The third task is to create a burial vessel for that King.


I am, of course, speaking somewhat cryptically, but I have two hopes, and I hope that you’ll tolerate my horrible writing style long enough to embrace them:

1. That you can see the echoes of this metaphor/structure throughout the ages – a moment of stasis, a collection of truth, a human manifestation, and then the death of that manifestation and a revolutionizing of reality w/r/t the principle which that manifestation represented.

2. That you will join me in the belief that we are in stage 1 of our narrative. That final globalization has begun – that we are:

i. Forming an information network which spans the globe (the internet) so that we can increasingly see each other as family (once we realize that foreigners, drug users, homosexuals/transexuals/pedophiles/queers, psychotics, the disabled, etc. are all, really, brothers and sisters)

ii. Working together to permanently dismantle the structures which enable the few to live at the expense of the many

iii. Allowing to arise a new morality which everyone can more or less buy into because it’ll just be that fucking obvious (and btw when you fail to live up to it, that’s OK)

iv. Electing the human who most perfectly, obviously, and humbly reflects this morality to act as a sort of living standard of harmonious and beautiful human action

v. Coming to terms with the death of this human, and thereby achieving a deeper understanding of our relationship to the universe, mortality, etc.


In vulgar terms, we are in a dark age. We are doing the hard work of building the network to inter-communicate. We are learning to share. We are learning to think about our distant neighbors as our brothers and sisters. It will be long, it will be hard, but we have to do it. There is no other option, and there is not much time.

I believe that if we do not experience the death of this “King” figure (who, btw, obviously doesn’t have to be male) then we will not, as humanity, internalize death. We will live in ignorance of death. Therefore, we will die.

This is (almost) obvious from the point of view of the Thesis-Antithesis-Synthesis dialectic or (in another tradition) the middle way. You must know both extremes (Life and Death, in this case) completely before you can transcend either concept.


Some concrete things we can do to get there:

1. Stop hating anyone, period. Even the 1%. Even the small mass of vulgar, greedy politicians who despise us and wish to suck our blood. Even the wall-street sociopath who sees you as a number. Even mass-murderers. Even George W. Bush. Even Stalin and Mussolini and Mao and Kim Jong Il. They are your brothers and sisters, even if they’ve lost the way. If you attain love for them then you will have conquered them.

This is not to say that you should not experience hate, or neglect or ignore your emotions. It is to say that you should not participate in creating social forms which encapsulate and reify this hate. It is to say that you should express your hate directly: “I hate X.” Perhaps the way to conquer your hate will be through hating 10x more than you’re now giving yourself license to hate. Maybe you need to get it out of your system.

God only knows I have trouble with this one. I could fill volumes with the names of people and things that I hate. But I’ve gotta let it go, man.

2. Be pro-drug. This means all drugs are on the table. This means no more war-on-drugs. This means the most important political question is 100% drug legalization. There is no political topic as important as drug legalization. We need LSD and mushrooms and research chemicals and god knows we need ibogain and ecstasy and we need them now. We need to free our minds, first. We’ve figured out the whole “how-not-to-die” thing, for the most part. Put it aside. Stop worrying about it. Free your fucking mind.

3. Live radically healthy. However healthy you think you are, you must be more healthy than that. Love and support anyone around you who is committed to radical health. Help other people be radically healthy. We all know how to eat right and exercise right and love each other, so let’s start doing it for fuck’s sake. We’ve got enough time and energy. Do nice things for people. Do 10x more nice things for people than you think you should.

4. Come to terms with death. No suggestions on how to do this, as only maybe 5 people who I have ever known have died, which is crazy given that I’m 26. Maybe shielding me from the pain of death is the true gift that reality has given to me.


We can do it!