The borderlands between social branding and cult behavior have always on my radar. Long ago I predicted that actual cults will distill out of the pollution of 21st century-style marketing and no surprise – here they are…
“I really feel like he is setting people up for a mass suicide. He talked about ‘The Harvest.’ I always had a weird feeling.” – Former core staff member
Inside Bentinho Massaro’s cult that grafts together new age self-realization philosophy salad with the malignancy of tech bro narcisscism. Here comes Silicon Sedona. Beware.
“If anyone has an issue with me, turning against me, they stand to lose all these people they’re really close to”
“The C.E.O.s, inside they’re hurting. They can’t sleep at night.”
Esalen Institute rebrands itself to help Silicon Valley power brokers figure out why technology didn’t work in the way they expected. (my gut reaction… fuck them. their souls could stand to burn some more.)
The photography book shows a world most of us will only ever see in images. Wealth so glaring it is almost insulting. Inequality so massive it becomes preposterous. I’m not entirely convinced that we needed more visual testimonies of a situation we’ve been reading about day after day since the onset of financial crisis but the selection is excellent. I should probably add that the majority of the photographers in the book are men and/or from Europe or Northern America. Now that’s what i call perpetuating privileges.
It’s natural to go for the hubris of big failure angle. A quarter billion pounds spent and no one bothered to check the wind. How many examples of institutionalclusterfuckingdoyouneed? The airport code might be HLE, but being “the world’s most useless” is permanent. Perhaps Gaia herself is messing with us – shouting “THOU SHALL NOT LAND” in a big wind sheary exhale.
The remote south Atlantic island of St. Helena has largely lived apart from the world. For decades travel to the tiny (roughly 10 x 5 miles) island and British territory of 4000 has been entirely dependent upon a monthly visit from the Royal Mail Ship – a week-long voyage from Cape Town that has kept the island on the margins of the global travel market. You have to be a very determined traveller to see where Napoleon died and have a visit with a the oldest living land animal – a 184 year old giant tortoise named Jonathan.
He’s buried with his twin sister at Riverside Cemetery in Fort Morgan, CO. The story is that Phil & Jane were born prematurely as their parents were on their way west from Chicago to California. Jane never made it. The loss underpins much of his creative work and the subsequent anger, blame, and self-analysis hangs over his background like an oily fog.
*takes a deep breath and then in my best R. Lee Ermey voice*
As an American and more importantly as a goddamn human being I COMMAND you to visit your National Park System and experience things that are bigger and more important than you are.
We don’t know much except that they were from Japan, they were deaf, and instantly struck a pose.
Elmo questions his life choices in the 90+ sun at the South Rim.
I’m serious about that command. The NPS sells an annual “America the Beautiful” pass that gets you and all of your passengers into all the national parks, monuments, everywhere. And the $80 is cheaper than whatever bullshit festival you’re going to burn it on.