here's a deep fractal zoom

http://kottke.org/10/02/insanely-deep-fractal-zoom

It's pretty awesome

Yhosephus wrote that in the original "about" section, and how about a Chanukkah destruction, during the very 7fatcow week in parshas miketz? In all seriousness I plan to take down 7fatcow.com in the coming days. Any protests and disagreements can be voiced in the comments section. I guess this post is a vote, but the voting populace is like AWOL

somebody left a big fat likutei moron in my apt. and i plan to wipe my ass with it.

For a while, i've preferred quietly bowing out to dramatic public announcements, not wanting to endlessly retire like an aging rock band. But now, a solid three years into the exciting creation and invitation of theis forum into being, i'm stepping down formally, from any inolvement with 7fatcow, unconvinced that it exists at all.

No bitterness. Dissapointment would imply expectations, and all my hopes and expectations for this blog where satisfied right away, constantly, along with all my concerns and suspicions, re: the inevitably difficult nature of True Expression and Engagement. That was understood from the beginning to be OK. Sometimes, when you talk with people, a lot of bullshit comes out as cushion for any insight and genuine heart-of-self that might be revealed, and that condition was understood from the beginning: along with the genius in our wider community of not-quite-ex/not-quite-ohs is a multitude of protective layer of ego and dogma; of noise and principle, of assumption and of flawed language, furious at the implication that it must be probed to be understood. That's OK, as much as any of the troublesome nature of our world is to be called OK, it's part of who we have been, and how we have expressed.

All that said, it's boring now, because maybe we've gone as far as any of us wanted to go. One of our founding members has moved beyond interest in the conversation here, as a funner life beckoned where the wit was expresseable and the company close enough that trying to blog in a noise filled room of cheesy links and ironically repressive vulgarity became uncompelling, especially once the Twitter and Facebook Status update was given unto us, to let the impulse sound more immediately, without need for context, or consensus. And so, the chance to say just a few things here was all he needed.

Another founding member has tried to give up so many times, and the clamor of each dramtic farewell, combined with the unelaborated links and occasional disavowels of entire identities for fear of Who May Be Listening, and Who May Be Judged along with him, often prevented the depth of his insight from being expressed. He erased all his posts, psuedonym after psudonym, and tried to convince somebody that he was somebody, and not actually somebody. And in that noise, his genius is silenced, and a certain unconfrontational decadence tried to grow around him; alas, woe unto those who think their sacrifices will provide security, money, or love.

And around that, behind that, so much genius was expressed.  Zoroastro/IslamoYid's and Atgate231's Scholarship, Class and Humor, Shitalpin's withering and ultimately humanist hot/cold sarcasm-masking-authenticity, Hashemsucksdick's marriage of post-religious concience and artistry, Mohammed's strange and shocking form of concience, Anivaho's Mercurial genius to let words permute into sublime association (even as any conceit towards divine synchronicty was despaired of) Yalhak's Majestic magnimamity and wholeness of vision/purity of impurity of perspective (along with the  lucid clarity of Yesod, Aisav, and the other maaminim he brought) and the writers we never even really identified, who bought so much class, genius, and perfect kvetchery to the conversation (who was Hiavrom anyway? he was brilliant! I hope he's OK.)

All the Neo-Nazis who stopped by to let us now what was going on, all the feminists and fetishists, all the excited Chabadskers, all the grieving relatives– so much got circulated, and maybe so little was heard, who knows? who knows. Who knows how much we ever hear from each other that we weren't ready to chap. But I feel like a lot of rare expression and relative taboo was aired here, and i'm really proud of that. As proud as one can be of something that one just let happen.

All the martyrs and all the victims; all the heroes and all the wimps. All the Faggotry and all the ugly, ugly Charedi shock-porn. All the piety and simple faith. Everything but the bullshit, and the noise, and the hiding of ourselves inside of our conceptions. It really has been a great ride, and I can only pray that some of this survivesinto the annals ofHistory, the story of how the Jewish Problem was, if only for a moment, touched upon, if not successfully adressed, from within, rather than just from without. God bless you all, to move on, and see how easy it is just to start up a crazy fucking conversation in this great, wide future of accessible interests, may we one day merit to see it to it's end.

Shana Tov, and i'll see you at the Jubilee

Yoseph Leib,

AKA Yhosephus,

AKA the guy that fucked your sister, back when she was still cute.

I was going through the categories that we have on this site and it hit me, at how we have the most random, off the wall, out of nowhere and  insane categories around.

Up through the ashes of Babylon, Cannibus Chassidus shall rise — Jah!

'Tis spring after all….

i have reb yonasan zatza"l's signature blue raincoat and am reluctant to just throw it out. is there a museum in the offing with a rotunda where it cold lie in state? i could cut it up and send a piece of it to every yeshiva, college or coffee shop that didn't recognize his greatness like pilegesh b'givah but unless you follow that up with a massacre it's a bit toothless. maybe we could organize a raid on the hungarian pastry shop and pelt everybody with napoleons and eclairs and force a scalding shot of decaf espresso down nathan englander's throat. then we could make michiko kakatani wash dishes until she dropped her ivy league accent (how do those Nips copy that so fast?). i do know i can't throw it out. one person said "al pi halocho" it belongs to Irv and i say "al pi halocho" can suck my dick. he loved 870 and he loved my cozy cave and just because "Irv Demjanjuk" looks old and harmless now doesn't make  him less of a monster. i just bring this up because there are evil forces pressuring me to clean up my apt. so  the neighbors and police shouldn't think ill of me when they break in after detecting the stench of my rotting corpse from under the door.

http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/yourgallery/artist_profile/Rivka+Karasik/94561.html

Cleaving unto the depths of heresy is only in the manner of “to and fro” according to the mystery of “And the living creatures ran to and fro like a flash of lightning” (Ezekiel 1:14).

D’vekus be-omek ha-kefirah hu rak al derech ratzu ve-shov, be-sod “ve-ha-chayos ratzu ve-shov ke-mareh ha-bozok.”

(Reb Shmuel Zanvil of Chechnovitz - Tz’vochin Af Oksin, 231)