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Origins: Seven Breaths…

Posted on December 20, 2010

Fight the Future, Save the Past

4:28 PM; 5.28.05, ©MMV

Imperial Palace Hotel, Kyoto - 5.28.05 - age 21

5 years ago on a jetlag bender, I sat in the night-glow of my macbook screen. I was haunted by a captured image, a visage of a world in flux. The moment that my eye, camera lens and subject aligned in a perfect ray »CLICK« — I knew that a door inside of me had opened. Insomniac and meditative, I contemplated the threshold. 7 breaths—

"One should make decisions within the space of seven breaths— It is a matter of being determined and having the spirit to break right through to the other side." - The Hagakure

I uploaded and pondered the photograph with twitching palms and tinfoil in my teeth. I brought up my tool palette and began to work. Layer upon layer brought me closer to a feeling I'd been incubating for years and yet had never been able to express so completely.

When finished, I smiled knowing that there was no going back. To pierce through the veil of the floating world felt mischievous and exhilarating. This is where I belong. I aim to misbehave.

Kyoto Underground, ©MMV


Palliativity 110: Altered States

Posted on December 16, 2010

altered states

Drugs are only recreational if you aren't trying to achieve anything. Depending on the individual, almost any activity can be seen as a type A or type B experience. What kind of ride are you in for?

For most users, drugs are meta-tainment; a self-fulfilling hypocrisy— MSG for the soul;
De-mented reality.

For me, its time to get to work...

When I'm flying free on shattered wings the angels cull the sirens down to sleep. Distracted by the dancing charms of sandal-snapping steps, thoughts echo crisply through my fingertips. My soul pings my head— status:
[¤] Away, you may be interrupting.

Layers and filters overflow. Pain is just one of many channels— I am aware of the signals that rebound through my nervous system, but I'm listening to another station dialed up to 11. This dreamcast is governed by the laws of entrippy. All your base are belong to none; a divide by zero clerical terror.

I blast over the landscape and excavate. Knees on frozen dirt, I dig until I find the way back to a time before the fall: Identity lost in the salvage. I find a pair of familiar eyes in the earth and a bright, pale face. I bring up the body and hug its form to me. Its arms stir and return my embrace. Tears, blood and dirt.

Pain in the deep and beauty in my eyes.
Bring us that horizon.


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Operation Vengeance: 56 Down

Posted on December 13, 2010

Operation Vengeance: 56 Down, ©MMX

For a time, Isoroku Yamamoto (山本 五十六), ruled the Pacific. As Naval Marshal General and the Commander-in-Chief of the Combined Fleet, Yamamoto was the Empire's greatest weapon. For hundreds of years the united nation of Japan had stifled and romanticized the glory days of war and honor when swords were not merely symbols of stature. If Japan was the scabbard, then Yamamoto was the blade. Despite inferior numbers, supplies and technology, Yamamoto stacked victory upon victory; a warrior in a warrior's time.

And so in a world at war, FDR put out a hit on one man.

"Operation Vengeance" was what they called it. The "sneak-attack" on Pearl Harbor still hung heavy in the heart of the United States. Revenge is rarely named for what it is. "Operation Vengeance" was born out of desire rather than strategy (think of the "hunt for bin Laden"). The United States had broken the Japanese broadcast codes long before and had worked carefully to keep the Japanese unaware. A high-profile assassination of could destroy this tactical advantage.

On April 18, 1943, Easter Sunday and the first anniversary of the  Doolittle Raid, a large group of specially outfitted P-38 Lightnings took off from Guadalcanal. They made contact with Yamaoto's escort group over Buin. The Betty bomber carrying Japan's most precious asset was shot down and crashed into jungle below. Upon returning to base, the words"I got Yamaoto" lit up the Allied radio: Mission Accomplished.

The Japanese quickly began searching for the body of their Commander. What they discovered was a mythic, epic and fitting end. Yamamoto's flight chair was thrown from the wreckage and sat upright and intact under a tree; Sidhartha on the battlefield. The Commander sat, his head bowed as if meditating on his own death. His white gloved hand still clutching his katana.

The warrior's purpose is found in death; Yamamoto was the true last samurai. Canonized as the modern Benkei of myth and lore, Yamamoto sacrificed everything for his country. With only scabbard and hilt in hand; blade shattered and lost, there was to be no recovery for Japan.



Isoroku Yamamoto's nickname and code prefix "56" referred to the literal reading of his given name

Palliativity 109: The Dark Time

Posted on December 9, 2010

The Dark Time

Sleep is the far-off shore. Medication is my vessel. Ahead is the threat of another sunrise all too soon.

Twilight. My head hits pillow and the lucid dreams begin. Asleep I leave my broken body.

I am presented with an anxiety dream. I laugh at the familiar characters and the tired plot. I fly away to the empty stage; the green room of the soul. Endless possibility and infinite time. I am the creator. I can do anything. I can be anyone. I—

am awake…


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Posted on December 6, 2010

Infamy, ©MMX

It's all about timing:

The attack on Pearl Harbor was one of the greatest misunderstandings in the history of warfare. The Imperial Navy's "sneak attack" sent a message to the American people that would ultimately lead to Japan's downfall:

[An Imperial Admiral] summed up the Japanese result by saying, "We won a great tactical victory at Pearl Harbor and thereby lost the war." [wiki--->]

Operation Z was a discretely choreographed preventive attack meant to limit America's influence in the Pacific as Japan continued its expansion to take over Asia. The morning of December 7th, a teletype was sent to the Japanese Consulate in District of Columbia. Admiral Yamamoto's intent was for the message to be sent 30 minutes before the attack. However, the work to cypher, transmit, transcribe and decipher took too long and did not arrive in full until after the bombs had already fallen on Hawaii.

"We, the Empire of Japan, declare war on the United States!"

"We know—" click



kanji read: sengoku no jidai: warring states period

Palliativity 108: Game On

Posted on December 2, 2010

Game On

"Let pain be your guide", is the mantra of physical therapy.

I am Dante to a constant Virgil; We're going down. Express lane only—

Count the reps. Breathe in hope, Exhale desire.

Round 2— FIGHT!

Rehabilitation: make this body habitable once more. Bring me to Logress. Where is my Galahad?

Everyday is a roleplaying game made flesh— Wake-up and assess the damage. Out of the corner of my eye looms my health bar. I down some potion and refill mana. My magic is elemental: ice and fire. Pack my bag: load up on elixer and fenix down. This boss battle will be EPIC.

My extreme sport is getting out of bed.

Prepare yourself for random encounters.

Play rough and never give up.

Let pain be your guide

Life doesn't have a safety word.


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