Posts tagged with ‘nomad’

  • Mind and Philosophy, Scholarship
    8 min

    Parsing Gilles Deleuze

    Professor Desire

    Professor Desire

    Standing at the door of his crumbling shack, Lance Daybreak looked kind of like I'd expected him to look, which was something of a disappointment. Long blondish-brown hair, bushy beard, drawstring pants, bare feet. He wore a rave T-shirt emblazoned with an Alien Workshop design, and a Star Trek medallion dangled around his neck. I don't know where you live, dear reader, but out here in the goofball crucible of California (or Kali-fornica, as the Chaos magicians say), techno-hippies like...
  • Religions and Spirits
    10 min

    The Wandering Sufi

    Into the Mystic with Peter Lamborn Wilson

    Into the Mystic with Peter Lamborn Wilson

    Standing at the door of his crumbling shack, Lance Daybreak looked kind of like I'd expected him to look, which was something of a disappointment. Long blondish-brown hair, bushy beard, drawstring pants, bare feet. He wore a rave T-shirt emblazoned with an Alien Workshop design, and a Star Trek medallion dangled around his neck. I don't know where you live, dear reader, but out here in the goofball crucible of California (or Kali-fornica, as the Chaos magicians say), techno-hippies like...
  • Offline Archive
    4 min

    Now and Zen

    Kung Fu: The Legend Continues

    Kung Fu: The Legend Continues

    Standing at the door of his crumbling shack, Lance Daybreak looked kind of like I'd expected him to look, which was something of a disappointment. Long blondish-brown hair, bushy beard, drawstring pants, bare feet. He wore a rave T-shirt emblazoned with an Alien Workshop design, and a Star Trek medallion dangled around his neck. I don't know where you live, dear reader, but out here in the goofball crucible of California (or Kali-fornica, as the Chaos magicians say), techno-hippies like...
  • Diary
    9 min

    Teenage Head

    Confessions of a High School Stoner

    Confessions of a High School Stoner

    Standing at the door of his crumbling shack, Lance Daybreak looked kind of like I'd expected him to look, which was something of a disappointment. Long blondish-brown hair, bushy beard, drawstring pants, bare feet. He wore a rave T-shirt emblazoned with an Alien Workshop design, and a Star Trek medallion dangled around his neck. I don't know where you live, dear reader, but out here in the goofball crucible of California (or Kali-fornica, as the Chaos magicians say), techno-hippies like...
  • Religions and Spirits, Technoculture
    16 min

    Lance Daybreak’s Digital Dharma

    Surfing the Indranet

    Surfing the Indranet

    Standing at the door of his crumbling shack, Lance Daybreak looked kind of like I'd expected him to look, which was something of a disappointment. Long blondish-brown hair, bushy beard, drawstring pants, bare feet. He wore a rave T-shirt emblazoned with an Alien Workshop design, and a Star Trek medallion dangled around his neck. I don't know where you live, dear reader, but out here in the goofball crucible of California (or Kali-fornica, as the Chaos magicians say), techno-hippies like...
  • Quotes

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    There is a difference between psychedelic experiences and psychedelic people

    There is a difference between psychedelic experiences and psychedelic people

    Standing at the door of his crumbling shack, Lance Daybreak looked kind of like I'd expected him to look, which was something of a disappointment. Long blondish-brown hair, bushy beard, drawstring pants, bare feet. He wore a rave T-shirt emblazoned with an Alien Workshop design, and a Star Trek medallion dangled around his neck. I don't know where you live, dear reader, but out here in the goofball crucible of California (or Kali-fornica, as the Chaos magicians say), techno-hippies like...
  • Religions and Spirits, Technoculture
    13 min

    The Notebooks of Lance Daybreak

    Shards of the Diamond Matrix

    Shards of the Diamond Matrix

    Standing at the door of his crumbling shack, Lance Daybreak looked kind of like I'd expected him to look, which was something of a disappointment. Long blondish-brown hair, bushy beard, drawstring pants, bare feet. He wore a rave T-shirt emblazoned with an Alien Workshop design, and a Star Trek medallion dangled around his neck. I don't know where you live, dear reader, but out here in the goofball crucible of California (or Kali-fornica, as the Chaos magicians say), techno-hippies like...