DALAI LAMA IS HUNTER THOMPSON?

There are flamelets of radiant fuerza hovering around us at all times.
Force and light and illumination just awaiting our awareness to fuel our dreams.

Anyway I like to think so, when the sky is 15 shades of grey.

And talk about your flaming radiant fuerza, just learned from impeccable sources that convergeance is real, and in spite of decades of confusion --not to mention the horrible Chinese invasion of Tibet and susbsequent takeover of that free nation as the US and everyone else turned a blind eye-- it's easy to see from this latter day vantage point that Dr. Hunter Thompson is the Dalai Lama. Or the other way around.

Don't we need more gonzo religion, anyway? See convergeance of archetypes, resolution of all disparate universes here: http://www.breakfastwithhunter.com/gallery.asp .

PS: I am not acquainted with either Ven. Dalai Lama or Ven. Dr. Hunter S. Thompson or their spirit familiars or talent agents. Have never seen the film, but probably will sometime. Did have a cat named Dr.Thompson [ok, his real name was Siram, but only my bf who wore too much patchouli and pretended he was doing pickup chiropractry on neighborladies of a certain age called him that], a Russian Blue who liked to moan when a roommate played barrelhouse blues on a warped piano, but was frankly unappreciative of a mild infusion of Chivas Regal added to his water bowl.

Que la fuerza te acompane.

try New Year rural ring-in + strangest fiction out there

No Bowl Games here, thx. New Year's never new enough till I've done full immersion in a new dose of futoid fiction.

Preferably, something out-there enough so that just a bare bones briefing on the story arc, world, any of that, when rendered in plain lingo to my dentist Doc Golf Holiday during our annual Feb. fiesta --between the x-ray and the needle-- is sufficiently strange to silence his rabbitty praising of Rightwing schemes now shredding remnants of American civil society. And so, NY Res#1: Switch to progressive dentist this year.

Grabbing my parka on way out the door to attain NY Res#2: Get new sci-fi from sci-fi hdqtrs. in the hood, [http://www,borderlands-books.com/], indie-music insider friend from Austin calls with a Definitive High Strangeness Hit: must see/hear/read this hermit Texas ranch guy's way, way out-there scifi/slipstream/spec fic site.

And yes, a double dose of staggering strangeousity does reside where my Austin friend pointed. You can't launch a sufficiently strange New Year's Day/Week until you check these:
1. only-in-Texas dada cowboy purisma ring-in of the New Year in a 40-second film. hear-see...it's up for a whole week, try it when you get home from work or surf at lunch -- it whams your thick head and pallid chakras back into true;
2.curious, often elegiac multi-formed beyond-fan-fic lit in an interdependent 'system' featuring intensely visionary content mixing it up genre-wise. PKD would recognize works here as Kindred spirited, trope-wise [like VALIS, EXEGIS]. All delivered metaphorically as gene-components, and packaged in MSE-book, and txt modes.

Texas Author/nano-filmmaker Oris Bracken is said to be a recluse. No vanity px of the author here. In-town friend says the writer is mostly not seen in town, no TV, no radio, just a desktop and a pickup, lives alone with dog called Homer in a last-stand farm where sorghum, The Other Rum Precursor, is cultivated. This Hill Country hermit's farm is sandwiched between a couple of working cattle ranches. Bracken's apparently an occasional cowboy: helps neighbors haul the beeves over to the next pasture now and then.

Sampling: Returned 3x to see/hear the nano-film, enjoy sprinning pristine sapphire Texas sky, naked winter tree hung with cowbell and ??mystery giant round silver horseshoe that looks like...trolls forged it for a monstrous Valkyrie horse. But you do want to see/hear, it's quite energizing. So Rx this Texian insta-antidote if you’re suffering from endless recitations of resolutions by people with overly nasal speech: http://www.room322.com/46036.html . And your cousin in the meth lab back east in the Jersey Pine Barrens, maybe he could resell it as a ring-tone?

ROOM 322. Check the lore behind the handle. Then roam the range, plenty of it: a collation, a hive of nu lit, is ROOM322's meta-lit-system 13 HISTONES. In the layers, rooms, and cycles find sci-fi-ish to slipstream lit with compressed and exploded story forms, laundry listing high art, and programmed texts designed to elicit mantric resonance beyond the site visit. Sampling: yes! full-on mad scrolling genetics and physics arcana-steeped "Aliens channelled this during the Challenger Disaster and compelled me to produce automatic writing"... More tropes, vastly more narrative forms in one zone by one author than you're likely to see any time soon. Some canny, some process-bound, and imho, one so blazingly brilliant [see below] you'll be thinking about it far into 2005.

Sampling: Another crafty arm of this lit hive processed all words and names containing *gold*. Tried to skip it. But when I looked again, some print patterning, a revelation in orthography: diamorphic code in the typographical gold meme that shows up in left-to-right Western print. Or not, because I took hella Advil about a half hour before. Sampling: Go next where real alchemical gold struck me: a luminous, intense, spooky flash fiction that I copied into a permanent file to read again. It's hands-down uncanny, lapidary story crafting in extremis and belongs in a top anthology. So read Oris Bracken's short-short-short story ALIEN INVASION [ http://www.room322.com/46036.html] and via an economy of language pristine and rare be taken more deeply inside the skin of otherness than anything I've read since C.J.Cherryh teleported herself into lion Goddess Sekhmet prowling the sands above Thebes for blood in genre-busting ss THE SHADOWED LAND [1985].

Much inspired strangeness pouring from ROOM322. Be sure to let hermit dada cowboy author Bracken know which realms in the lit hive system got your buzz on.