Would you like to force a child at gunpoint to mine for precious metals, save suicidal workers from jumping to their deaths, toss shiny trinkets to adoring consumers, or find cheap and dirty ways to dispose of the accumulating mountains of electronic waste – all while keeping productivity up?
Not many people are likely to answer with a resounding “yes!” – but that is exactly what the newly released game and iPhone application from Molleindustria and the Yes Lab, entitled “Phone Story” – asks the player to do. Each of the four levels contains a mini-game which explores a different problem in the consumer electronics supply chain or lifespan. The players of the first Anti-iPhone iPhone game are placed in the digital shoes of controversial forces within the lifespan of a smartphone; from Coltan mines in the Democratic Republic of Congo to e-waste facilities all over the developing world, one must see the world that doesn’t want to be changed.
The website for the game suggests that it “can be kept as a reminder of your impact.” The use of a phone as a platform to remind consumers of their impact is an interesting turn that increases the connectivity of average people with the life of their phone – a turn that will hopefully result in positive changes in how our fancy gadgets are produced, sold, and discarded.
Available in the iTunes store for 99 cents, this game is something that all smartphone owners should play. All of the revenues raised go directly to workers’ organizations and other non-profits that help put a stop to the horrors in which smartphone owners play a complicit role.
Three Times the Number -
And you will see three times the number
The looking glass is cracked again by
The shrill sounds of post-industry
Refract-ed
Our sonic souls retracted
If our third eyes were not so distracted in fact
By
The slithering twisted piles of slime
Pervasive soul crimes
And
The disjointed wind chimes
Attached to the empty edifices
Of the hollow metaphysics
Which (dis)grace our times
We’re not there or if we ever were where we could see
That those three aren’t you, them, and me,
But we are three
I thou
That is how to be
Maybe that is better to see the gravity which pulls souls
Like a black hole not to be destroyed
But freed together
And twisted beyond modern conception
A crystalline sheen perception
Which liberates nightmares
Of hearts locked into shopping carts
Pushed through aisles UPC coded
SSRI loaded receptors
Reject a natural rush of serotonin
Into bloated brains
Zombie sane
And sense inane
Screaming “I just don’t want the pain!”
And three times the number you shall see
Thrice repeated twice to get two sets of we
Divided all by me
And got not us
But three
Simply the other parts of me disagree
I just can not abide that we are three
Maybe more -
Perhaps four?
The you then me and the
New the free?
- four that would be because we
Created two new we’s out of interactions, you see?
Your math is poor but I do deplore
The lacking nuance in seeing we
You exhibit wise ways when you posit more -
But four?
At this point
Why not add a score?
The numbers would soar!
For all the smiles and hellos
A new fellow?
No
You will see three times the number
For the looking glass is a visage vial
A seeing style trail
Where there was once only one (and before that, none)
There were then two
Like I’ve said
The me and you.
The rational and the true.
But as the cracking sound resounds
The buildings and architecture which surround
We and me and you
Are crumbling constructions
Breaking structural instructions
Until three you can see anew
Destroying the me, the you.
We are the three and
The others are we
Empathetic, Singular, Living
Beings can see
Three times the number I
In you;
That’s the key.
I’m dancing here with death;
shuffling my steps,
just killing days…
trying to choke the life out of
all the ways they keep me from you.
running dream to dream…
where i still find…
the hair, the smell, the mind,
that on waking i yet clamour for
But when i tarry in a dream
I see you shining so bright
twirling to a familiar tune under a distant moon.
so I smile as you dance away again,
carrying off the only home I’ve ever known.
trying to twist my part and
trusting the dance will twirl you to my arms again.
so these tears run from my eyes
and I beg for the silent lies again
that this dance could be forever,
arms and eyes and hearts entwined,
swirling in love and passion
that nothing outside can bind.
Loneliness my dear,
I hold you to my heart.
Seeking to fill the whole;
Anything to stop the bleeding;
streaming from every stray slice and careless cut,
as I cut my heart loose from it’s bonds.
Loneliness my dear,
I carry your empty baggage.
crawling my way along crowded paths,
unseen, unknown, unwanted.
Loneliness my dear,
I ferry you along.
The vision of broken beauty ghosting ahead
all that remains to follow.
The specter of happiness together,
the only color in this waste of grey.
Loneliness my dear,
please tarry at my side.
Restrain my hand from rash actions;
and my tongue from silly words.
Lie with me in my lament,
the dull ache a comfort as new wounds cease.
Loneliness my dear,
I love you!
Life Like Boiling Paint – MP 2011
Fold a moment tightly up
Leaving space to re-insert yourself
Along the edges.
Open eyes to these interactions taking place,
Like cell divisions bubbling outwards;
But this looks
Like boiling paint.
The DNA of human experience mutates and creates
New cultural programming in a postmordial soup.
Minds meet to declare and discuss,
Displacing air we are there thinking,
As it ever was again we touch with thought,
Oxytocin designer drugs declaring we are the chemist
For this exchange all things are electric red haze,
In love with this mental pressure it is
Fresh air in suffocating arid mindscapes.
The past appears a haunting thing brimming
And busting at the seams with archaic power regime dreams
And the recollection of endless could have beens.
The weight of every controlling yesterday cannot dissuade the
Creative actions of pressing hands altering beautifully
The stagnant milieu from ghostly gray
To a golden sage scented current
Swelling with possibility.
New avenues requested as all has not been thought
Out to the end of universal need; time to approach recycled soil with
Unconventional seed;
From the ashes of spectacle and thin common sense structural sounds
We grow new facades to create the architectures of connected thought;
Displace and deconstruct the erected edifices of a malformed culture.
It is a mutation and de-sanctification;
A dispel upon all imminent tepid social interaction,
A left hand path technique to empower those who are
On the cusp of a changing horizon with late night delusion interludes.
Hope for the minds attached to disillusioned feet
Walking on the edges of thought and action in an insane empire
Shines upward from rhizomatic fires burning begging
Prismatic sight to be conjured from thought to reality.
deluX ge : a new waYe
Well we all know there are plenty of things to stress about in this life, I know I have my fair share, but I’ve been learning these past few months to take some time to let go, say fuck it and focus on the things that alleviate that stress. I personally like to put on my headphones and bump some good tunes, bebop on my porch or even around town while I’m walking around. Who cares if you look a damned fool as long as it makes you happy. Again, there’s plenty in life that brings you down, latch on to the things (big or small) that lifts you up. It sounds trite, but you know I’m right…. Didn’t I post something similar to this? Fuck it, who cares?
9 animals
earth sea air
bird: golden eagle, raven, dove
mammal: tiger, squirrel, otter
reptile, luscioius black snake, godlen red salamandar, silver dragon
