Jan Cox Talk 0829

World of Acts Runs on Needs, World of Facts Runs on Wants

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#829 Jun 14, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :18. Ordinary interest in any situation precludes extraordinary questioning. You’re a part of the question/problem you’re hoping to answer/solve. The ordinary neural process cannot tolerate a Socratic intelligence, especially if it is intentionally executed because no conclusion would ever be reached. Only a Real Revolutionist trapeze artist can happily forever hang by his teeth. The world of acts runs on need, the world of facts runs on wants, and the latter must be kept wanting: a beautiful summation of how the FM /factual world, breathes and grows.


The News

One man had a car so old it wouldn’t even run; this greatly
impressed his grandchildren until several of them pondered the
matter as it might relate to thought.

* * *

In a certain out-of-town reality, the way to disprove
someone else’s ideas and theories is to multiply them by seven.

* * *

There was this one guy who was quite pleased to confuse the
word “attitude” with “altitude.”

* * *

A viewer writes to say that, contrary to some of our other
correspondents, he finds that the more abstruse the Kyroots are,
the better he likes them. …(He asks if we’ll give him the
definition of abstruse, since where he is, he can’t have any shoe
strings, or sharp books.)

* * *

“What?” cried the park philosopher to the crowd, “What is
the difference between hating ignorance and loving
knowledge?” and two nearby squirrels made a certain sign to one
another that means “The Humans are back at it.”

* * *

One man was most upset when he discovered that the
foundation of his upper stories was constructed of untreated
lumber. (He was supposed to be reassured to learn that this was
city code.)

* * *

One chap says he has a comment for the day — just one, and
he’ll let it go at that (says he), “If they start out by
announcing, `From the same people who brought you so-&-so,’ you
can be pretty sure they don’t really know if they now have
anything new to bring you.” (With that, he signs off.)

* * *

As they would leave each morning, one mother cautioned the
brood, “Remember — no dealing with thought mongers.”

* * *

One of the more ancient conceptual aircraft was kept in a
holding pattern so long that even the sex change operation did no
good.

* * *

A kind viewer writes: “There it is again — allusions to
airplanes; if it ain’t kings and gods and squirrels, it’s those
goddamned airplanes and I’m sick of it. It is my intention to
complain to the proper authorities just as soon as those sons-of-
bitches begin to act properly. Signed: A Kind Viewer — Oh, you
already said that, didn’t you, Mister Wise Ass!” …(I think
flight Four-O-Three has been cancelled.)

* * *

There was this one guy who wouldn’t permit even the
possibility of a doctor giving him bad news.

* * *

When in exotic neural locales, one chap would remark that he
and his partner would prefer champagne, but would settle for a
simple glass of white wine and “say no more about it.” …(No
doubt about it — the factual world is filled with such
fascinating and inspiring incidents.)

* * *

Crying, “Alas, and alack” won’t help — unless these are the
names of the team pulling your buckboard.

* * *

One new reality, after a considerable time of inertness and
neural nothingness, turned to itself and said, “If we don’t hurry
up and do something describable, we’ll never have anything to
complain about.”

* * *

When he was down, there was this one guy who’d kick
anybody.

* * *

This one reality’s just about quit taking its dimensional
creation along on trips, ’cause all it does is say, “Are we there
yet? Are we there yet?”

* * *

“Pa pa?” inquired the curious kid, “If it be true, as I have
just read, that a man’s reputation can only be destroyed by
himself, then why does its construction require the assistance
of others?” The ole man kinda smiled that ole-man-kinda-smile
that many ole men want kids to think they’re smiling and
replied, “Son, at your young age, you still tend to unknowingly
fire finite mathematics at a rubber reality; acts and facts may
be neighbors, but they don’t always wanna swap spit, if you know
what I mean.” …(Collateral Query: If something can’t be true
in both directions, how can you be sure it was true in one?
Answer: Not even in your dreams [if you sleep around here].)

* * *

Thought For The Day (if you wanna look at it like that):
Anyone who’s a smart ass deserves it.

* * *

Art: An attempt to put facts in an act setting.

* * *

Looking back over his life, this one chap said he was amazed
that there was any chance they wanted to make a movie about him,
and his partner said, “What in the world are you gabbin’ about!
No one wants to make a movie of your life,” and he replied,
“Well, I did say `any chance’ didn’t I?”

* * *

“Dear ole man of mine,” spaketh the lad, “tell me: are the
shortest ideas the sweetest because the sweetest ideas are
always the shortest?” and the grizzled one said, “There you go
again with that crap!”

* * *

Program note: Starting Monday of next week we will continue
to no longer have a sponsor.

* * *

The king of the Chemical Fields And Lightning Flashes
advised the young prince, “At times it may be advisable to wield
the regal frugal knife, but son, never — never — cut corners
when it comes to hiring the best possible speech writers and Yes
Men.” …(The lad’s own boyish brain was henceforth never
again disturbed by matters of self-directed economics.)

* * *

To get into this one reality you had to fill out a
questionnaire, and one of the questions was, “If necessary, would
you take a job?” and things were not going at all well, until
they discovered the printer had made an error and instead of
“job” it said “joke.”

* * *

Reality isn’t always what the intellect wants it to be, but
intellectual reality is.

* * *

After hearing an advertisement for a health care service end
their pitch with the exhortation, “Don’t wait until it’s too
late,” and (after running his usual sarcastic response) this one
ole sorehead pondered the implications further and damn near had
a profitable thought.

* * *

Trying to figure out what’s going on using ordinary methods
is not totally unlike not trying to figure out what’s going on.

* * *

One man’s personal adage was, “When you say `dichotomy’ —
you’ve said it all.”

* * *

And yet another viewer writes: “Dear Kyroot: I bet one of
the best things about having your own show and writing all this
stuff is that even when you read letters from viewers, you can
still always have the last word!”

* * *

Yes.

* * *

Bearing a suspicious look, the kid returned from school and
said, “Pop, today I heard some of your words quoted, but they
didn’t give you the credit.” And with a hand wave of dismissal,
the ole man replied, “Aww, happens all the time.”

* * *

This one god says that if he does ever write another holy
book, it’s going to be called “Hey — Get It YourSELF.” …(He
assures us that he says this with no rancor, just experience.)

* * *
And there was this other reality that refused — absolutely
refused — to sleep upstairs.

* * *

Okay! More of your favorite city dialogues repackaged
(“Oh, no! How long can this go on?”) — repackaged for your
listening and thinking convenience: “There is more to man’s
arts, culture and civilization than just words.” “Oh, yeah?
Prove it!”
…(“El P.S.- O”: In response to the above question of “How
long can this go on?” tell me — how much long is there in a
finiteness?)

* * *

One guy’s partner told him, “I’ve just fully realized, it
takes two people to get drunk: You — and whoever that other
guy is.”

* * *

One man’s sure-to-be-under-appreciated observation: “The
dumber you are, the nosier you are — not curious, not
interested, but nosy.”

* * *

Okay, today’s legend is about the train that was said to be
on a track, but which would only stop at each station one time,
and which would not back up, even for the Queen of the Nudist
Grab-Your-Ankles-And-Smile Festival.

* * *

One god called together a group of his creatures who always
seemed interested in affaires extraordinaire, and after they’d
all gotten uncomfortable, he said, “After many years of
resistance, I have decided to tell you my life story — how I got
to be a god, and I’m going to present it to you in the form of a
book which I shall call “Story Of A Search.” (After a murmur of
glee had run through the assembled and subsided, he continued):
“I have decided to finally do this for two reasons: The first is
that many of you believe it will prove enlightening and
personally useful. The second reason is that I know it won’t.”

* * *

Another behind-the-scenes-hint regarding the make up of
certain realities: Before it rains in some places, it rains in
others.

* * *

The only reason there are other realities is so we can speak
of their history instead of your own, which is useless. …(All
viewers who think this has anything to do with different
universes, quantum academia, or any other matters external-o may
press the Fast Lateral button on their remote and take a twelve
hour break.)

* * *

Genes differ from man’s conceptualized gods in that what the
former do not proscribe they do not necessarily prohibit. (While
this is a universal law, it enjoys only limited, local
execution.)

* * *

As the elders huddled in the cold rooms above, from the
fiery streets below arose the youthful chant, “Fuck the past, but
seduce the future; the present we patched with a drop-stitch
suture.” …(Some of the old grizzled ones were less reassured
by this than others.)

* * *

One guy was so nice that no one seemed to notice it.
…(Well, and there is the fact that he never mentioned it.)

* * *

On city TV was recently an interview with the author of a
book, The Secret Language Of The Body, in which he claims that
men’s unconscious gestures and mannerisms can unwittingly
undermine — even contradict — what a person is attempting to
convey verbally. After the show was over, the interviewer asked
the author, who had been a singular bundle of ticks, jerks and
posturing, if his own uncontrolled, mechanical movements
wouldn’t hurt the sale of his books among the potentially
interested, and the writer smiled, touched the reporter’s hand,
and reassuringly said, “Son, you just don’t know how things
work around these parts, do you?”

* * *

All peoples need a leader — except in those kingdoms where
everyone is a leader. (There are no such kingdoms.)

* * *

(Notice hung in the Mutineers’ locker room): “If you only
play the game for which you’re suited-up and scheduled, ’tis a
callous life you live.” …(Some locales have said they do not
want the Mutineers to participate in their festivities [assuming
that they ever actually see them].)

* * *

And would you believe it? — (sure you would) yet another
TV-land viewer writes in as follows, “Dear Sirs: Regarding a
current discussion several other viewers have brought up about
your continuing reference to such things as squirrels and
airplanes, they seem to be debating the metaphoric value of these
ideas, while I think there is none: I don’t think you have
anything particular in mind when you speak of squirrels-doing-
this, and airplanes-doing-that, and that you use these relatively
unexpected pictures just to make us think you have something
deeper and more profound in mind. What do you say to that, Senor
Kyroot! Yours, Truly.” Well, I will say what should be obvious
by now — what difference would it make in your case!

* * *

The neural insurrectionist continually asks himself just
one more question so as to remind himself of the impermanence of
the factual world.

* * *

The world of acts runs on needs, the world of facts, on
wants; and the latter must be kept wanting.

* * *

Seditious Question Of The Day: What’s the point in playing
“What If” with your inferiors? …Okay, then why do you do it?

* * *

And a final communique from someone in our TV audience who
says that after hearing read letters from viewers which contain
snipes and attacks on certain of Kyroot’s ideas that seem
particularly vulnerable, he thinks that I specifically write
these, then have them publicly read in a clever attempt to
thereby subconsciously convey a sense of in-vulnerability. (He
says he doesn’t like it, and is mad he didn’t think of it first.
…[And, oh yeah, he says that if I read this letter on the
show, it will be proof positive of his theory].)

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