A New Architecture, Couture,

[MrBenjamatic]

Oh, and for all you who like my work, I have a facebook which I use for advertising my work and liberty. I'll be uploading new high jewelery which I've been working on that will blow Cartier out of the water. The only thing magnificent about the Hope Diamond is the Hope Diamond, the design and Cartier are bosh. Tiffany's, well, I won't blab about how mediocre they are and have always been. I've created a new tiara fit for a heroine as well as brooches, earrings, bracelets and cigarette holders all bearing the heroic patriotic sign of the dollar and my signature logo "B". As for my case, it and my book will wait till I read Objectivist Epistemology (which I just picked up 5 minutes ago), The Logical Leap (David Harriman), The Virtue of Selfishness and Capitalism. I'm in the passionate pursuit of understanding the nature of existence as I must to achieve the liberty to build. In order to win my case I know I have to be right and merely understanding all of Howard Roark's speech (which I understood 95% of reading it the first time), won't do. I won't be on, as I've said in my message, as much as I used to. But be sure to hear from me from time to time.

Carpe Diem, Carpe Noctum, brother,

Philip Benjamin Hart

I've also been working on the vestibule of Castle Benjamin. (Castle Benjamin, to me, is what Atlas Shrugged is to Rand as the Castle and estate I've been long planning is my shining beacon of EVERYTHING Benjamatic including the foundries I require in order to create architecture, haute couture... etc). I call it (the main lobby) The Grand Aquatica. It's absolutely huge and boasts the greatest view of the gigantic aquarium which rests in the middle of the first tower. The aquarium includes coral, exotic fish and a whale shark. Whale sharks can grow up to, at absolute largest, 40 ft, which, I think highlights how towering my rooms are. My room heights can be anywhere from 18 to over 80 feet tall (which would have more than one tier). (My work integrates living animals into the rooms, for example my spa bath, "fluorescently" lit (with black marble and fluorite), is in a black aquarium inhabited by jellyfish lighted "fluorescently"). The (lobby) aquarium is surrounded by rooms (though not all to windows but instead tiled voluptuous blue gems which can long withstand water). One dining room and one pleasure room (for relaxation and smoking) are both (though separated) surrounded by glass (part-sculptured part flat) in the aquarium. The top of the aquarium (if the estate in in the mountainous Caribbean as I want it) will be a miniature lake at the top of the tower (which is surrounded by architecture-NOT FLAT). the water flows into towering waterfall to the bottom of the tower into the massive gardens (the waterfall consists of magnetically levitating pieces which counterbalance each other and which control the nature, lighting and flow of the water). I'm a great landscape designer, I'll have to post, on facebook, some of my newest work. I have been designing landscapes since a toddler when I used to make trails in the woods with bridges and views; they were as elaborate as a utterly talented 6 year old could make them and I did this till mid-middle school. Castle Benjamin sports two main towering towers: the residential tower and the Creators Tower. I won't have to leave home to create and when I wake up in the morning I can walk out onto my pleasure balcony or look out my window and see my Industrial Village. The rooms of Castle Benjamin, so far, are over 200 (some are small and that number includes bathrooms, storage rooms and "servants" quarters). My list of business endeavors is my means to afford Castle Benjamin; my cigarettes, perfume, haute couture, construction devices are among those I deem will be most profitable. I know that Chanel, the last great couturiere, made most of her money from her perfume, and, being as I have more great perfumes than Chanel (who only had two: #5 and Egoiste) (I'll prob have 20-70), I think I'll make a great deal. I will have competition with Creed, but they're the only non-mediocre perfumers today. Oliver Creed is a fifth, I think, generation perfumer and reminds me a tad bit of Francisco D'Anconia as all his ancestors going back into the 18th century were great perfumers, aristocrats. If you ever have a question about my work, please don't hesitate. I love talking about it, if I haven't already made that obvious.

[MrBenjamatic]

I expected the unearned as I didn't prove virtue which is what makes love possible. I'm not the best at reading people but I do think people on this forum are repulsed by me (but as to what degree I don't know). I know at least some of them have concluded I have an overbearing sense of self-worth (which is arrogance). I always seem to infuriate people without knowing why. Objectivism is helping me understand why I've been hated (though I don't think anyone hates me here only that they're, to a degree, repulsed). Of course understanding that is not my reason for understanding Objectivism.

What can you do - ya just gotta love this guy's spirit!

Mr Ben, Now don't go putting yourself into that hero/martyr mould, you hear?

"Repulsed"? "Infuriated"? - no way; irritated sometimes is all.

See, you're rushing into Objectivism and getting ahead of yourself somewhat.

It's not only about studying O'ism, it's about integrating the philosophy into you -

who and what you are. Never shoe-horning yourself into IT. You've heard that already.

Look on the principles and ethics as your own tool for life - not a club to use on people

(which could be the way of the second-hander, not a rational egoist.)

Me, I think you'll do just fine in future. Amidst your studies, pay some special attention

to Nathaniel Branden's books, I strongly suggest. He makes all the difference, I believe.

Ultimately - I think - if Objectivism ain't human (in the fullest possible sense) it ain't nuthin'.

Isn't Branden, like Barbara, not absolutely Objectivist? Either ones an Objectivist or one is not, either one accepts reason as an absolute or one does not, either one holds the laws of logic as absolutes or one does not. One can't be moderately Objectivist just as one cannot be moderately dead; it must be recognized as a matter of either-or. I know Rand didn't like Barbara and called her an enemy of Objectivism and it's not hard to agree with her after watching The Passion of Ayn Rand, which highlights what Barbara claims to be "Ayn Rand's contradictions" as it says on the dvd case. I've also seen pictures of Barbara wearing a Jewish star brooch, in a somewhat recent photo, which is an utter contradiction of Objectivism. I wonder why Rand shunned Nathanial. As the creator of Objectivism, she has rational judgement (to the extent of my knowledge). I haven't stumbled into any contradicting premises of hers. Does anyone know why Nathanial was booted? According to The Passion of Ayn Rand, he was booted for... well I don't remember the claim, but I sure as hell didn't take it on faith. That movie comes off as a quiet smearing. It presumes that Objectivism will cause one psychological damage, is unhealthy to practice, it contradicts itself and it doesn't work.

[Brant Gaede]

"Absolutely Objectivist" = absolutely brain dead.

The way to study Objectivism is to study scientific methodology and that will take care of the metaphysics and epistemology. Ideas are only in your head--that's an absolute--and their referents are existential unless they are other ideas, another. It's ideas all the way down to the existential referents. Reality is the absolute absolute--absolutely. The brain deals with that one way ore the other, effectively or not. Philosophy is a slew of ideas. These ideas, the more you examine them, can frequently be described as tentative, which is not compatible with Objectivism--as commonly rendered by the Orthodoxy--worked off its four basic principles, for the devil is in the details, but is compatible with the even more basic principle underneath those four, identifying and integrating them, according to Ayn Rand: rationality,

--Brant

[MrBenjamatic]

The only response I can offer at present is that Ayn Rand is absolutely Objectivist and not braindead at the same time. Until I understand at least 95% of Objectivism, I won't respond further.

[Brant Gaede]

But Rand was never "absolutely Objectivist."

--Brant

no one is or ever has been or ever could be--not while alive

she did get so caught up in her philosophy she spent a lot of self-referencing energy on it

Objectivism is the fortress she retreated to after the publication of Atlas Shrugged--she was much more fluid intellectually between her two great novels, but that came a cropper with two years writing Galt's Speech, for once Galt had said it that was that--she made her life subservient to her novel and so too her affair with Branden in order to protect both the existence of the affair and her reputation--she was much more a complicated person than her official philosophy, however, but not trying to get out

[MrBenjamatic]

But Rand was never "absolutely Objectivist."

--Brant

no one is or ever has been or ever could be--not while alive

I can't understand your premises which lead you to believe that. Is it because you say ideas are uncertain and uncertainty contradicts objectivism?

[Brant Gaede]

But Rand was never "absolutely Objectivist."

--Brant

no one is or ever has been or ever could be--not while alive

I can't understand your premises which lead you to believe that. Is it because you say ideas are uncertain and uncertainty contradicts objectivism?

To some important extent, depending on what ideas. The philosophy really centers on the ethics. It's easy to posit and justify rational self interest, but people are much more complicated social-psychological (if not) intellectual beings. If you're going to tell them out with the old morality and drive in the new, they are left with an impossible and undoable task. The young and not-yet life-challenged can jump right in, a very few of them remaining trapped for their lives, most swimming for the shore, successfully in so far as that goes.

--Brant

[PDS]

But Rand was never "absolutely Objectivist."

--Brant

no one is or ever has been or ever could be--not while alive

she did get so caught up in her philosophy she spent a lot of self-referencing energy on it

Objectivism is the fortress she retreated to after the publication of Atlas Shrugged--she was much more fluid intellectually between her two great novels, but that came a cropper with two years writing Galt's Speech, for once Galt had said it that was that--she made her life subservient to her novel and so too her affair with Branden in order to protect both the existence of the affair and her reputation--she was much more a complicated person than her official philosophy, however, but not trying to get out

Brant: what makes you so sure of these things you are asserting? I would say, for instance, not that Rand retreated to the "fortress" of Objectivism, but instead that she built that fortress after the publication of Atlas Shrugged. And as long as we are speculating about inside-her-head motivations, I would say she likely built the fortress quite reluctantly, and at the urging of others, such as Branden, when she would rather have been resting and writing other novels.

Most people I know are unsure of the source of his or her own motivations. If this is fairly common, it would seem a great deal of caution is warranted when speculating on the motivations of others.

Especially when one of those others is a singular genius (I mean Rand here, not Mr. Benjamatic ).

[Brant Gaede]

I'm not claiming more than speculation. But I think some known facts support it. Read some of the non-fiction she wrote in the mid-1940s, for instance. I know she was depressed around 1960. I read a paragraph she wrote in a young woman's first edition copy of The Fountainhead that year eleven years later. It was quite depressive. It was the depression NB was trying to help her deal with. She got going again in part by writing non-fiction under the official agency of Objectivism which she co-headed with him. This was not "resting." She consequently enjoyed non-fiction writing more than fiction because it was free of the multiple layers of stress involving the fictional interplays of the different characters she had to keep straight in her head. Etc.

--Brant

[caroljane]

I'm not claiming more than speculation. But I think some known facts support it. Read some of the non-fiction she wrote in the mid-1940s, for instance. I know she was depressed around 1960. I read a paragraph she wrote in a young woman's first edition copy of The Fountainhead that year eleven years later. It was quite depressive. It was the depression NB was trying to help her deal with. She got going again in part by writing non-fiction under the official agency of Objectivism which she co-headed with him. This was not "resting." She consequently enjoyed non-fiction writing more than fiction because it was free of the multiple layers of stress involving the fictional interplays of the different characters she had to keep straight in her head. Etc.

--Brant

Coincidentally I am reading an early Orwell novel, it is a satire but I can tell from reading it, that Orwell knew depression intimately. (I don't know any of Orwell's life except a few bio details}.

What a writer he was. Sometimes I think he knew everything.

[MrBenjamatic]

Coco Chanel. Before her, women were drowning in feathers and frequently fainting due to the impracticality of corsets. Before her, rich women had to have at least one to two people dress them as dressing was complicated and tortorously time consuming. Were in not for Chanel, Christian Dior and Yves St. Laurent would have had nothing but drapes and feathers to copy and the modern day mediocrities (ex. Gucci) would have no mediocrities (who copied Chanel) to copy off of. Same thing with Bauhaus: without Frank Lloyd Wright Bauhaus and the mediocrities who copied the modern movement would have nothing modern to copy. Chanels work made modern fashion what it is today. Her work was simple and elegant, it was hers and it had not existed before. (ignore the middle part with her dancing with Boy Capel, the industrialist she fell in love with).

I have posted below my latest haute couture which is my most chic (with short descriptions). Unlike my architectural sketches, my haute couture sketches are not that hard, I don't think, to visualize for those who are not me. The pieces are not flat. That which sticks out and is "squiggly" is what I call twining (which is what I call my style of line). In my haute couture the twining is fabric/fur/leather over memory foam. I sculpt the shape that the memory foam will be on the gown, piece by piece, have them 3d scanned, send the scans to CAD, have wax molds casted and pour in the foam mix. I will 3d print plastic positives of the 3d scanned sculpture of twining on which I'll sew a cover which will go over the foam. The fabric/fur/leather around the foam will be sewn on the haute couture, not the foam itself. Haute couture is custom fitted clothing. The first step in my process of making it is to have the client 3d scanned in her/his undergarmets. I will have their body (scanned by the 3d scanner) printed out in plastic pieces by a 3d printer. The pieces will be put togather so that they will move (manually) just like that skeleton you saw in your science classroom in high school. I will sew onto that. I know it will work and now, so do you.

Cashmere Sweater with Twining around neck and bottom of sleeves.

Black Velvet dress and hat (except the black fox fur on top of the twining of the hat). Black fox fur underneath dress, lining the top of her black velvet purse, atop the black velvet twining around her neck, atop her hat, at the end of her gloves before the black velvet twining at the end of her sleeve. Her brooch is the US monogram in black diamonds. The earings are black diamonds. Her tights are black, semi-clear lace with tiny black shiny plastic pieces which is the twining. Her gloves are the same as her tights: dark black lace, with no pattern, embroidered with tiny, shiny black pices of plastic as the twining.

One piece suit made of Deep, Dark, Blood Red Velvet. Her outer gloves are the same red velvet, the lining (not attatched) is white lace with no pattern. Her twining veil is white lace with no pattern. Her high-heeled boots are white cordovan. The twining above her boots (at the bottom of the page above where the boots -not shown- are) is Deep, Dark, Blood Red Velvet.

[MrBenjamatic]

White silk one piece (short pant, long sleeve). The US monogram in black print across front. Her gloves (only one glove is shown and its on the left hand) is white lace with no pattern. The flat part of the hat is black velvet or black cordovan. The twining atop the black velvet flat-twining hat is white lace with no pattern. Her pumps are black cordovan.

One piece suit made of violent pink lizardskin. The twining print on the lizard skin is pale pink as is her wig and as is her neckpiece (though her neckpiece is a paler pink to match her lizardskin boots and gloves). The print on the palest pink liz. of the twining is the violent pink or rather the less pale pink.

Close-up of the pattern. The pattern is the lines: the twining.

A mans attire. White cashmere one piece suit. Bleeched white polar bear cape (not fake0 with pale carbonate colored streaks at the tips. Boots and gloves are white cordovan and the heel and all other metal is copper carbonate (pure green like the Statue of Liberty). The twining resting on the foot is copper carbonate -all green. The nude on the left shoulder is carbonate and so is the twining under her holding the half-cape to the nude and securing it on the body. The briefcase is pure green copper carbonate.

A fur coat. The more intricate the twining the more trimmed the fur. The fur is hand-trimmed so the twining is evident.

I have now given enough sensory evidence proving I am the creator of a new haute couture.

I apologized earlier for my having repulsed others, which is what I thought I did. I realize differently now. Obviously Gaudi must have had a hard time getting commissions before having a physical building to prove his work is great.

I know Coco Chanel is a genius, a great creator and a heroine. I wonder if you, PDS, recognize her as such. You seem to still think I'm presumptuous, which is confusing to hear from an Objectivist who'se seen my work. I have given you sufficent evidence that I've created a new couture that can exist. You may not like mine or Chanels work, but do you recognize them as great? If you say no I know I will be right and just in judging you as being wrong and unjust. Whatever your answer, I won't be confused anymore about how an Objectivist could call me presumptuous. I know I am worthy of respect, now, at least regarding my haute couture, I have provided sensory grounds for it.

For all you who say I'm energetically passionate and young at mind, you're right. The only thing that has and ever will stop me is physical force. Only death will stop me. The whole world could demand that I stop -as my parents and many of my peers tried to convince me to. As one of my mottoes goes: let tongues wag, I'm not moved.

I'm honest enough to say that I posted this to recieve a moral sanction as it took the virtue I've passionatly and violently practiced since five to achieve the haute couture I showed you.

[PDS]

White silk one piece (short pant, long sleeve). The US monogram in black print across front. Her gloves (only one glove is shown and its on the left hand) is white lace with no pattern. The flat part of the hat is black velvet or black cordovan. The twining atop the black velvet flat-twining hat is white lace with no pattern. Her pumps are black cordovan.

One piece suit made of violent pink lizardskin. The twining print on the lizard skin is pale pink as is her wig and as is her neckpiece (though her neckpiece is a paler pink to match her lizardskin boots and gloves). The print on the palest pink liz. of the twining is the violent pink or rather the less pale pink.

Close-up of the pattern. The pattern is the lines: the twining.

A mans attire. White cashmere one piece suit. Bleeched white polar bear cape (not fake0 with pale carbonate colored streaks at the tips. Boots and gloves are white cordovan and the heel and all other metal is copper carbonate (pure green like the Statue of Liberty). The twining resting on the foot is copper carbonate -all green. The nude on the left shoulder is carbonate and so is the twining under her holding the half-cape to the nude and securing it on the body. The briefcase is pure green copper carbonate.

A fur coat. The more intricate the twining the more trimmed the fur. The fur is hand-trimmed so the twining is evident.

I have now given enough sensory evidence proving I am the creator of a new haute couture.

I apologized earlier for my having repulsed others, which is what I thought I did. I realize differently now. Obviously Gaudi must have had a hard time getting commissions before having a physical building to prove his work is great.

I know Coco Chanel is a genius, a great creator and a heroine. I wonder if you, PDS, recognize her as such. You seem to still think I'm presumptuous, which is confusing to hear from an Objectivist who'se seen my work. I have given you sufficent evidence that I've created a new couture that can exist. You may not like mine or Chanels work, but do you recognize them as great? If you say no I know I will be right and just in judging you as being wrong and unjust. Whatever your answer, I won't be confused anymore about how an Objectivist could call me presumptuous. I know I am worthy of respect, now, at least regarding my haute couture, I have provided sensory grounds for it.

For all you who say I'm energetically passionate and young at mind, you're right. The only thing that has and ever will stop me is physical force. Only death will stop me. The whole world could demand that I stop -as my parents and many of my peers tried to convince me to. As one of my mottoes goes: let tongues wag, I'm not moved.

I'm honest enough to say that I posted this to recieve a moral sanction as it took the virtue I've passionatly and violently practiced since five to achieve the haute couture I showed you.

No offense, but I really couldn't give a rat's ass about women's clothing.

Nor should you about my opinion of it, or yours.

[Brant Gaede]

I have now given enough sensory evidence proving I am the creator of a new haute couture.

I apologized earlier for my having repulsed others, which is what I thought I did. I realize differently now. Obviously Gaudi must have had a hard time getting commissions before having a physical building to prove his work is great.

I know Coco Chanel is a genius, a great creator and a heroine. I wonder if you, PDS, recognize her as such. You seem to still think I'm presumptuous, which is confusing to hear from an Objectivist who'se seen my work. I have given you sufficent evidence that I've created a new couture that can exist. You may not like mine or Chanels work, but do you recognize them as great? If you say no I know I will be right and just in judging you as being wrong and unjust. Whatever your answer, I won't be confused anymore about how an Objectivist could call me presumptuous. I know I am worthy of respect, now, at least regarding my haute couture, I have provided sensory grounds for it.

For all you who say I'm energetically passionate and young at mind, you're right. The only thing that has and ever will stop me is physical force. Only death will stop me. The whole world could demand that I stop -as my parents and many of my peers tried to convince me to. As one of my mottoes goes: let tongues wag, I'm not moved.

I'm honest enough to say that I posted this to recieve a moral sanction as it took the virtue I've passionatly and violently practiced since five to achieve the haute couture I showed you.

I can't think of anything to say.

--Brant

[caroljane]

I really can't see all the outfits,, just the sleeves and hems and necklines.

The models look like empresses though.

If you made up a sample and posted a photo it would give us a better idea.

[caroljane]

I can't think of anything to say.

--Brant

(offtopic aside)

At least you thought of the right thing to say to the horrifying Bandler on Solo, good on you.

Do I remember rightly and he also hates women, as well as Muslims? He was so misogynistic that even Aunt Thomasina Olivia slapped him down. It could have been someone else but I think I remember the ski poles.

-later

I see that against his sweeping assertions that Muslims ought not to exist, he bellows at you to make an argument! The mind boggles. I can only think of a quote from a longtime congressional colleague of the Hon. Todd Akin (R-Miss) : "You can't argue with an idiot"

[Brant Gaede]

I can't think of anything to say.

--Brant

(offtopic aside)

At least you thought of the right thing to say to the horrifying Bandler on Solo, good on you.

Do I remember rightly and he also hates women, as well as Muslims? He was so misogynistic that even Aunt Thomasina Olivia slapped him down. It could have been someone else but I think I remember the ski poles.

-later

I see that against his sweeping assertions that Muslims ought not to exist, he bellows at you to make an argument! The mind boggles. I can only think of a quote from a longtime congressional colleague of the Hon. Todd Akin (R-Miss) : "You can't argue with an idiot"

I haven't seen that yet. I'll go look.

--Brant

will he pay me to?

edit: LP jumped right in like a pig in SLOP--I then made a short post and left the place after deleting my pic., never to post there again

[caroljane]

I can't think of anything to say.

--Brant

(offtopic aside)

At least you thought of the right thing to say to the horrifying Bandler on Solo, good on you.

Do I remember rightly and he also hates women, as well as Muslims? He was so misogynistic that even Aunt Thomasina Olivia slapped him down. It could have been someone else but I think I remember the ski poles.

-later

I see that against his sweeping assertions that Muslims ought not to exist, he bellows at you to make an argument! The mind boggles. I can only think of a quote from a longtime congressional colleague of the Hon. Todd Akin (R-Miss) : "You can't argue with an idiot"

I haven't seen that yet. I'll go look.

--Brant

will he pay me to?

edit: LP jumped right in like a pig in SLOP--I then made a short post and left the place after deleting my pic., never to post there again

A loss to the land of Cogito Ergo Dumb, and a continued gain to us in the kingdom of Wanton Ignobility

Carol

leering gleefully

[Brant Gaede]

If you go read Doug's next post--the one right after my last ever there--you'll see the problem. He takes the whole of Islam as just a whole taking in no account of divisions within the religion which are profound to the state of perpetual warfare. That's just a small bite of the problem of dealing with a genocidal, totalitarian, ignorant idiot's idea of ratiocination. Can you just see the inhabitants of SOLO streaming out of it into the world to battle Islam in their imagined Gotterdammerung? That's whom he's addressing--the imagined fools of SOLO--but actually only himself and LP. He's an idiot and LP's weakly evil.) There may be one or two more, but I suspect that most of the war-mongering ignoramuses have departed over the last six years--since this crap previously significantly reared its ugly head there--for one reason or another including boredom. Doug wonders how I did Vietnam and turned into such a wimp. Maybe he would have been more moderate in his judgment if he knew I share my home with a 12-guage tactical pump-action Remington 870 shotgun loaded with #4 buck. Maybe not.

So, me and Vietnam:

I volunteered for Special Forces during Basic Training in the fall of 1964 at Fort Ord, California. I was first sent to advanced light weapons training--machine-gun and automatic rifle, that sort of thing. In the winter of 1965 I arrived at Fort Benning, Georgia for jump training. During this training a Non-Commisioned officer told us conventional units were going to be sent to Vietnam. (A month or two later the Marines landed.) I wondered if it might be like Korea with several years of warfare ending in a stalemate and 30-50,000 dead Americans. I decided we couldn't be so stupid to do that because in Korea, at least, a defensible line was drawn across the peninsula stopping the war, but no such line could ever be drawn in Vietnam because of the nature of its long borders with neighboring countries. Therefore I thought some alternative to such a situation would be imposed by the powers-that-be running the conflict such as it was and might be.

I left Benning for Fort Bragg in late March, just short of my 21st birthday. As I travelled through Benning on a bus we went through the old wooden barracks left over from WWII occupied by the First Cavalry Air-Mobile. I could see soldiers lounging about outside. This was a specific unit that the NCO said was one of those going. I wondered how many of those men would die in Vietnam. As it turned out--see the Mel Gibson movie--a lot did.

Getting to Bragg I volunteered for medical training, mostly at Fort Sam Houston, Texas. A young trainee in SF had two choices: communications and medical. All the other MOSes (Military Occupational Specialties) were filled by senior NCOs. (I was surrounded by so many in Vietnam no one ever called me "Sargeant!" except one time in Saigon by a private not in SF.) Medical was much more of a challenge and I didn't want to spend weeks learning Morse code. I liked the idea of the long training regime. 54 started, 17 finished.

After my training I was ready to go--wherever, a year later. I couldn't stand garrrison duty and my Top Secret security clearance had come in late making me fear perpetually staying in Bragg, so I wrote Billie Alexander in Washington requesting I be sent to Vietnam. (Billie was lendendary in SF for getting SF enlisted men where they wanted to go. Once a commanding officer put a hold on a senior NCO he wanted to keep by his side. The NCO got Billie to bust him out into another assignment. It was supposedly impossible, but not for her. (If I had to do it over, I'd ask her to send me to Thailand. I would have found an educated and extremely smart Thai woman to shack up with, even marry--gotten laid almost every day or twice a day or all day and night long on my days off: naked all the time to do it all the time any time days. Yeah!)

So, almost exactly 46 years ago I arrived in Saigon on my way to Nha Trang (SF headquarters) to an A-team posting in the Mekong Delta near the Cambdian border. Surveying the situation overall, I thought there might be 80-100,000 communists in Vietnam. I wondered if I hypothetically could push a button killing them all if it would make any difference. Nope; there would be buku replacements. I was not adverse to killing communists; I was personally at war with communism, especially the Soviet Union and China sponsored kind--the kind that took up guns to enslave innocents to Marxist ideology--the kind that sent tanks into Budapest. So I saw my role as staying alive and doing my job protecting people from communists and being primarily a combatant combat (call in air strikes)-medical advisor to the South Vietnamese Special Forces who commanded the CIDG (Civilian Irregular Defense Group) troops--sort of like our National Guard, but not as good. (The only South Vietnamese soldiers as a group who matched up the Americans were those in the indirect-fire artillery. They were great.) Still, SF and co. killed more communists for the buck than any other outfit in Vietnam.

While I was in Vietnam the 10,000th American was killed. I saw two of them onto marble slabs in the AF base in Saigon. All the other slabs--a long row of them--were ironically empty. I wondered how many more Americans would be laid out on them. Body count warfare was the major criterion for success. No one was fighting for freedom except the freedom of the South Vietnamese to vote themselves into slavery (a freedom they were denied in the 1950s). My unit--A-414--was involved with airboats, assault boats, hoovercraft, helicopter assault. An NCO standing next to me got a bullet almost between the eyes. We went into Cambodia in the fall of '66 and killed 56 before we found out we were in Cambodia and had to withdraw. I was also given psy-ops responsibility and ran medical patrols. As time passed I was more and more convinced the war was stupid shit getting stupider. Getting on the plane at the end of my tour and enlistment and getting the fuck out of there was the best experience I had in Vietnam. Even better than the whore-house I went to when I arrived. I wanted a whore because I fugured I'd probably get killed. (If I was going to be fucked one way I might as well be fucked another.) The same reason I kept smoking. I got another whore just before I left to sort of book-end it all--and because I wanted another whore anyway. I was a horny bastard.

So, I realised the impracticality of killing 100,000 communists right away. (At least a million Norh Vietnamese soldiers were killed. Many more South Vietnamese soldiers than American. Maybe 1-2 million civilians. Another 2-3 million Cambodians. All consequent to a stupid war stupidly fought.)

Someone like Doug--a twit who doesn't know it--wants to tell someone like me how to deal with 1.7 billion Muslims through overt and covert warfare? Islam must be destroyed!?! The more you try to destroy Islam the stronger it becomes--that people part of it that does all these horrible things. I had some good ideas about how to deal with the aftermath of 9/11 at the time, but when Bush invaded Iraq in 2003 I knew there wasn't much point in thinking much more about it. Bush was a twit with power. Not exactly genocidal, but bad enough.

--Brant

the borders are long and indefensible

(I've also aquired a generous liberal arts education over the years--more vegetables I've added to my meat and potatoes military stew.)

[caroljane]

I really can't see all the outfits,, just the sleeves and hems and necklines.

The models look like empresses though.

If you made up a sample and posted a photo it would give us a better idea.

PS you should tryout for Project Runway (seriously)

[caroljane]

If you go read Doug's next post--the one right after my last ever there--you'll see the problem. He takes the whole of Islam as just a whole taking in no account of divisions within the religion which are profound to the state of perpetual warfare. That's just a small bite of the problem of dealing with a genocidal, totalitarian, ignorant idiot's idea of ratiocination. Can you just see the inhabitants of SOLO streaming out of it into the world to battle Islam in their imagined Gotterdammerung? That's whom he's addressing--the imagined fools of SOLO--but actually only himself and LP. He's an idiot and LP's weakly evil.) There may be one or two more, but I suspect that most of the war-mongering ignoramuses have departed over the last six years--since this crap previously significantly reared its ugly head there--for one reason or another including boredom. Doug wonders how I did Vietnam and turned into such a wimp. Maybe he would have been more moderate in his judgment if he knew I share my home with a 12-guage tactical pump-action Remington 870 shotgun loaded with #4 buck. Maybe not.

So, me and Vietnam:

I volunteered for Special Forces during Basic Training in the fall of 1964 at Fort Ord, California. I was first sent to advanced light weapons training--machine-gun and automatic rifle, that sort of thing. In the winter of 1965 I arrived at Fort Benning, Georgia for jump training. During this training a Non-Commisioned officer told us conventional units were going to be sent to Vietnam. (A month or two later the Marines landed.) I wondered if it might be like Korea with several years of warfare ending in a stalemate and 30-50,000 dead Americans. I decided we couldn't be so stupid to do that because in Korea, at least, a defensible line was drawn across the peninsula stopping the war, but no such line could ever be drawn in Vietnam because of the nature of its long borders with neighboring countries. Therefore I thought some alternative to such a situation would be imposed by the powers-that-be running the conflict such as it was and might be.

I left Benning for Fort Bragg in late March, just short of my 21st birthday. As I travelled through Benning on a bus we went through the old wooden barracks left over from WWII occupied by the First Cavalry Air-Mobile. I could see soldiers lounging about outside. This was a specific unit that the NCO said was one of those going. I wondered how many of those men would die in Vietnam. As it turned out--see the Mel Gibson movie--a lot did.

Getting to Bragg I volunteered for medical training, mostly at Fort Sam Houston, Texas. A young trainee in SF had two choices: communications and medical. All the other MOSes (Military Occupational Specialties) were filled by senior NCOs. (I was surrounded by so many in Vietnam no one ever called me "Sargeant!" except one time in Saigon by a private not in SF.) Medical was much more of a challenge and I didn't want to spend weeks learning Morse code. I liked the idea of the long training regime.

After my training I was ready to go--wherever, a year later. I couldn't stand garrrison duty and my Top Secret security clearance had come in late making me fear perpetually staying in Bragg, so I wrote Billie Alenander in Washington requesting I be sent to Vietnam. (Billie was lendendary in SF for getting SF enlisted men where they wanted to go. Once a commanding officer put a hold on a senior NCO he wanted to keep by his side. The NCO got Billie to bust him out into another assignment. It was supposedly impossible, but not for her.)

So, almost exactly 46 years ago I arrived in Saigon on my way to Nha Trang (SF headquarters) to an A-team posting in the Mekong Delta near the Cambdian border. Surveying the situation overall, I thought there might be 80-100,000 communists in Vietnam. I wondered if I hypothetically could push a button killing them all if it would make any difference. Nope; there would be buku replacements. I was not adverse to killing communists; I was personally at war with communism, especially the Soviet Union and China sponsored kind--the kind that took up guns to enslave innocents to Marxist ideology--the kind that sent tanks into Budapest. So I saw my role as staying alive and doing my job protecting people from communists and being primarily a combatant-medical advisor to the South Vietnamese Special Forces who commanded the CIDG (Civilian Irregular Defense Group) troops--sort of like our National Guard, but not as good. (The only South Vietnamese soldiers as a group who matched up the Americans were those in the indirect-fire artillery. They were great.)

While I was in Vietnam the 10,000th American was killed. I saw two of them onto marble slabs in the AF base in Saigon. All the other slabs--a long row of them--were ironically empty. Body count warfare was the major criterion for success. No one was fighting for freedom except the freedom of the South Vietnamese to vote themselves into slavery (a freedom they were denied in the 1950s). My unit--A-414--was involved with airboats, assault boats, hoovercraft, helicopter assault. An NCO standing next to me got a bullet almost between the eyes. We went into Cambodia in the fall of '66 and killed 56 before we found out we were in Cambodia and had to withdraw. I was also given psy-ops responsibility and ran medical patrols. As time passed I was more and more convinced the war was stupid shit getting stupider. Getting on the plane at the end of my tour and enlistment and getting the fuck out of there was the best experience I had in Vietnam. Even better than the whore-house I went to when I arrived. I wanted a whore because I fugured I'd probably get killed. (If I was going to be fucked one way I might as well be fucked another.) The same reason I kept smoking. I got another whore just before I left to sort of book-end it all--and because I wanted another whore anyway.

So. I realised the impracticality of killing 100,000 communists right away. (At least a million Norh Vietnamese soldiers were killed. Maybe 1-2 million civilians. Another 2-3 million Camboians. All consequent to a stupid war stupidly fought.)

So, someone like Doug--a twit who doesn't know it--wants to tell someone like me how to deal with 1.7 billion Muslims through overt and covert warfare? Islam must be destroyed!?! The more you try to destroy Islam the stronger it becomes--that part of it that does all these horrible things. I had some good ideas about how to deal with the aftermath of 9/11 at the time, but when Bush invaded Iraq in 2003 I knew there wasn't much point in thinking much more about it. Bush was a twit with power. Not exactly genocidal, but bad enough.

--Brant

the borders are long and indefensible

(I've also aquired a generous liberal arts education over the years--more vegetables I've added to my meat and potatoes stew.)

Brant,

I am very glad that you survived, to bear witness.

[MrBenjamatic]

I really can't see all the outfits,, just the sleeves and hems and necklines.

The models look like empresses though.

If you made up a sample and posted a photo it would give us a better idea.

I wish I could but I can't afford it yet. 3d Printing costs ALOT. So does 3d scanning. Coco had a much easier time as her work only required a mannequin. Mine requires expensive 3d printing. I wish I could scan my sketches, my parents, to your surprise I'm sure, refuse to let me use their computer. The pictures on here are HORRID! My computer was hacked into and destroyed; all I have for taking pictures is my cell phone. As for Project Runway, if that's a TV show, I don't think they'd like me. Its really either-or, they either love my work or hate it. I've had some girls adore my work and want them. But others are different. Since I posted some of my work on twitter, I think because I used the word couture, a lot of fashion magazines followed me, and, when I showed them my work and asked if they liked it and how they found me, they stopped following me. The same goes for my jewelry. I went to my old jeweler who I saw back when I had an allowance of $400 per week. I saw his replacement at the Diamond Cellar about two weeks ago to see how much it would cost to have one of my late pieces made: the price of diamonds, sapphires (price is the same as diamonds), of having custom work by a jeweler, etc. He liked my work, was competent and a Diamond Cellar worker admired my haute couture when the jeweler was busy. He worked with me on the physics of fine metals and gave me the prices. He confirmed that what I had, by the grace of physics, can certainty exist. I took my design to another jeweler in Upper Arlington where I was lied to (about the price of diamonds and sapphires) and they tried to discourage me and were angry when I didn't take on faith that it would be near impossible and ridiculously expensive to create. The difference in the prices the two jewelers gave me was in the hundreds of thousands. The first gave a price which was over $100,000 lower than the Upper Arlington Jeweler who yelled at me for being impertinent (when all I did was quietly ask questions and correct their misunderstandings of my work and the price of diamonds). Just as architectural mediocrities hate me so do mediocre jewelers and so will mediocre designers. Bogdan Alin Ota, genius romantic composer, was, due to his boss, entered in the Norway's Got Talent competition. I was surprised he won second place in this age of mediocrity. His video is next to the boy he lost to:

The boy who Bogdan lost to.

P.S. I can and will sculpt haute couture on those moving figurines sold in art stores. I'll take pictures of those sculptures once I can afford more clay. I should be able to soon if not today! I'm sure my haute couture will be clear to you in sculpture form.

[caroljane]

"But I'm sure they would hate me." Why? Are you less talented than Bogdan? Watch Project Runway. I am not even interested in fashion but it is very interesting.

i do not pretend to understand your production process for couture but I fail to see what is so expensive in getting some material and sewing one dress in a standard size. It is like saying you will starve to death unless you have caviar in the cupboard along with the eggs and flour.

[caroljane]

You were using your allowance to buy jewellery???

[MrBenjamatic]

"But I'm sure they would hate me." Why? Are you less talented than Bogdan? Watch Project Runway. I am not even interested in fashion but it is very interesting.

i do not pretend to understand your production process for couture but I fail to see what is so expensive in getting some material and sewing one dress in a standard size. It is like saying you will starve to death unless you have caviar in the cupboard along with the eggs and flour.

The first picture after the Chanel videos is the most clear in clearly showing the twining: it is the "squiggly" snake-like sculptures around the neck. Sculpting the shapes is what I would do first- I would use clay or wax (haven't used wax yet). I would then have the shapes 3d scanned. A 3d scanner scans 3d objects. You could have your hand scanned and an exact replica can be made with a 3d printer. A 3d scanner records the exact dimensions of my sculpture on CAD. With those exact dimensions of the sculpture, I would 3d print a mold. I would pour memory foam in the mold. Memory foam is made by mixing elements togather which can be bought at Dynamic Systems. I don't think I can be more clear about that. I would pour the memory foam mix in the 3d printed mold. The product of that mold would be a memory foam replica of the twining shape I sculpted (such as the snake-like objects around the neck of the girl under the Chanel videos). Having things 3d scanned is very expensive. Renting or using a 3d printer is very expensive. My haute couture is only possible by means of 3d scanners and 3d printers. My work is not flat, if it were a manakin and cloth would do and I'd have been selling them already. Do you understand? Do you understand what I mean when I say twining? Twining is what I call my style of line (the snake-like "squiggly" line).

I don't hold myself as being less or more talented than Bogdan. I see him as an equal. That will probably come off as pretentious as it seems I still havent made clear what my work actually looks like, but its the truth. I did, however, last night, sketch a very clear, to me, library room in Castle Benjamin which I'll post due to how clear it is.

I'll check out Project Runway. I think they'll hate me for the "impertinance" of having my own original style and for not copying what others have done before me and insted orininating new steps and next steps in haute couture.

I've just discovered a scanner in the library, I'll scan some of my work so you can see, more clearly, just what it truly looks like. I have to switch computers.