Culture of Contact Episode 15: Binnall of America Meets Vaeni Of Earth
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Culture of Contact Welcomes Tim Binnall
Fellow podcaster Tim Binnall of www.binallofamerica.com fame joins the podcast to talk about... well... anything and everything under the sun from Bigfoot to exopolitics. It's fast, it's loose, it's fun. This is the most carefree podcast CoC has ever committed to the internets!
So you're not going to provide MP3 files like most other audio websites, and now we can't even download the file unless we do the podcast thingee? OK, fine. Life goes on. Think your needlessly limiting your audience though that way. Find someone techy and ask them how to convert a file to MP3, fer Christ's sake. I like to listen to the files on my home PC and then load them to CD to listen to in the car. Ah, Jeremy, I knew thee well, (at least a few of the earlier audios worked...), but I guess now it's those old sounds of silence (simon and garfunkel allusion to when I was just a wee mite).
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Uuuuh, dude, what are you going on about? I air a new episode every Tuesday at 8pm. That's just when they go up but they're in the same format they've always been. (MP4's I believe).
That's how they export by default. There is no MP3 out of the program I use but maybe I can convert after I've created it? I feel like I've tried that though and it didn't take. But we shall see.
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I was having the same issue with this MP4 format, so I found a free MP4->MP3 converter.
Very easy to use and the resulting MP3 files are 40% smaller than the original MP4s, - just choose a lower bitrate (such as 48kpbs, which works just fine for voice) during conversion.
Here's the website where I got it:
http://www.filehungry.com/english/product/windows_software/audio_tools/audio_encoders_&_decoders/free_m4a_to_mp3_converter
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OK, slap me silly and lube up the rectal probe....has the interview even happened yet? Duh....give me some slack - I was up most of the night with a 4 month old puppie who had the runs. Great way to wile away the wee hours. If aliens had shown up, I'd have said "Get out of my face. I'm too busy for your crap tonight - got plenty of my own. Wanna taste it?" Dumb stoic shits!
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Ah. Okay this makes more sense now. The lube part, I mean....
No it hasn't happened yet.
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Jeremy,
I am just frustrated because I cannot get the first Jeff interview to work. I listened to the 2nd one, and now I'm not able to get the first one to work. When I download it, then click to play it, both Window Media Player and RealPlayer say they cannot play it - "unrecognized file format". Wierd. Is there something different about this one? I want Jeff so bad.
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I just tried it and it didn't work for me either. Then I hit "refresh" and tried again and it worked. I don't know why.
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Jeremy, Thanks - I'll try it again later. I'm listening to a Jeff interview on the Paracast right now.
Your refresh situation reminds me of something that has happened to me several times. I will go to a door that is locked. I can try the handle over and over and push/pull. Door locked. Then I get an intuitive impulse "Try it again" and the door opens easily. One of those silly but odd experiences, like an old 1940's ghost movie comedy where a door is supposedly locked, then it just swings open as the actor charges it, flinging him into the room in slapstick style.
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Jeremy that was one fun interview. You had me absolutely side splitting laughing with your dry humor.
Tim : "There are no qualification to being a ufologist,cryptozologist,ghost hunter."
Jeremy : "you want that to change?"
Tim : "you say that like you have some kind of button at your house"
....man oh man that was a funny interview....
Thanks for the insight, kidding around and humor of that show guys
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You're welcome. Glad you liked it. Oddly enough that's only the second time I've spoken with Tim, the first being the interview we did for his show. Maybe we've got that homeboy Massachusetts chemistry thing going.
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"I'm going to stick with it until something crazy happens"! TB
My new motto...
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I don't have a cell phone either!
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Do people treat you like you're a troglodyte the way they do me when they find out?
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I get the distinct impression that they envy me... I mean... who really wants to be _that_ "in touch"?
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Yeah, when I go home to Queens out of Manhattan, we emerge from a tunnel and the race is on for people to dial up them cellphones. And what is every conversation to a person? -- "Hey, it's me. I just got out of the tunnel so I wanted to let you know I'll be home soon."
Really? Who gives a fuck? - Is how I imagine the other end of that conversation going.
Alternately....
Yeah, I know. Know how I know? Because you tell me this every fucking day! Have something to say or stop wasting my time! You'll get here when you get here!
One of my co-workers sometimes calls me as soon as she leaves the building and says, "So what's up?"
And I inevitably reply, "I don't know, you called me."
Alternately....
"Weren't you just here?"
Dude! JUST GO HOME. GO AWAY. Seriously, everybody STOP CALLING US! BY US I MEAN EVERYBODY ELSE. YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY THAT CAN'T WAIT. REALLY. NO ONE GIVES A SHIT. IF THEY GIVE A SHIT, THEY ARE MORONS. IS THAT WHO YOU WANNA BE WITH? MORONS? MAYBE YOU'RE A MORON, YOU EVER THINK OF THAT? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT FOR YOURSELF? REALLY??? I'M THE ABDUCTEE! I"M SUPPOSED TO BE THE CRAZY ONE! BUT HERE YOU ALL ARE TALKING TO YOURSELVES BUT FORCING ANOTHER HUMAN BEING TO LISTEN TO IT! AND ALSO FORCING EVERYONE AROUND YOU TO LISTEN TO IT, ONLY THEY CAN'T HEAR YOU BECAUSE THEY ARE ON THEIR CELL PHONES FORCING SOMEONE TO LISTEN TO THEM SAY NOTHING AS WELL! IT'S A BOX WITHIN A BOX WITHIN A BOX OF SMASHED ASSHOLES!
By the way, hysterical 2012 follow-up.
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Jeremy, What makes you angry controls you. So all these complete strangers on their silly cell phones have you by the balls, man. Just see them as children playing with their toys. Once they sign up for cell phone plans, they have to justify the cost by using the dang things. I seldom use my cell phone. I just have an aversion to it. I just see it as today's high tech hoola hoop, and all the X, Y, Z generations are gaa gaa for it (like that bird in the Saturday morning cartoon commercials in the 60's: I'm cucko for Coco Nuts Cereal).
What are you projecting on these people? What's really bothering you, bro? Afterall, one of your podcasts started with you sharing all the phone message sing-songs you got on your birthday, so even you have a phone fetish. "What are you wearing? Are you stroking it now? Is it getting bigger? Can you hear my heavy breathing and the slick slather of lubricant? Oh, man..."
OK, I am certifiably insane at this moment.
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er...uuuuuuh....no comment?
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Well okay I'll comment this way: That's bullshit. Somethings make you angry and that's all good and healthy. Ya let it out and it doesn't own you.
But actually I was going for the gad of YELLING AND YELLING AND YELLING and then switching topics like nothing happened.
(Come to think of it, what you said is something a cell phone user might say....hmmmmm ... GAAAAAAAH!)
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As to 2012 -- All the science measured graph-lines are going perceptibly asymptotic*! Acceleration to this seeming experiential hyperspace is evident in everything from Moore's Law through Computer science and Medicine, to nano-technology and population exceeding the carrying capacity of the land. All these aforementioned graph-lines point to a looming concrescence, and 2012 is around that so seeming indicated time.
*http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/asymptotic
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So what happens at the concrescence?
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"Something _wonderful_"! [g].
I don't know...
Though, I understand you can get a 10 hour preview if you eat 5 dried grams of Psilocybe cubensis mushrooms on an empty stomach in silent darkness.
Jeez man, you know... everything from living your dreams in a one meter cube of quartz, in other words, download your consciousness to a computer that is its own power source and storage medium -- to humanity blinking out of existence like a fart in a bucket of 20 Mule Team Boraxo.
It remains, all the measurements & graph-lines point in the same direction...
Straight up.
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I hope George Bush, Dick Cheney and Condi Rice live to see 2012. I suspect there would a big demand for PAMPERS diapers.
Frankly, I think 2012 will come and go, and the New Age and other camps with a vested interest in apocalypse (as each defines it) will just find justification (via cosmic alignment or reinterpretation of the Bible or by remeasuring the ladies rest room at Grand Central Station - closer than going to the Great Pyramid) for a new date of doom later in the 21st century.
Bets anyone?
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I'll take the bet. I think something will happen only because I've got this energy thing in me that "activated" or whatever the word is, at the butt-end of 2000/beginning of 2001. Somewhere in there. And because I'm stuck with idea that it has to be leading to something, why not 2012?
It's not logical, but there it is.
Incidentally, I had a dream a few weeks ago that when 2012 hit these "aliens" let out a tone (not quite musical, just a tone) that killed everybody except me because the energy activated and started doing these odd, "protective" hand gestures. None of them involved flipping the bird, strangely. Anyway, I could hear the tone too and it hurt and I thought I was gonna die but I didn't. It passed me over, this death.
I walked outside and saw everyone lying there in the streets. 24 hours later, everyone popped back up and was alive again. They obviously knew something had happened because they had to stand up from where they lay, but they never did figure it out. Neither did I.
Dreaming can be fun! Yeah!
Totally unrelated, but equally creepy, I woke up from a long, elaborate, movie-like dream this morning that involved a hostile takeover. The basic gist was this:
This whole abduction thing is a body-snatcher type of process wherein these parasitic beings that look like half cockroach, half that worm creature from TREMORS come at some point to take Caucasian abductees they've been grooming as their hosts. The other white people get slaughtered like a holocaust. Black people survive and live alongside these beings for a while unharmed. It's a cyclical process that eventually starts all over again, with humanity emerging from Africa. This is the reason that whites have such a deep-rooted racism against minorities in general and Blacks especially: They always get taken over and slaughtered and Blacks are always the root race in Africa who get to live. This is why they unconsciously think they're the master race and are so concerned about such things. They have amnesia about being hosts for the parasites and grist for the slaughter mill and so unconsciously twist this lowly status into greatness.
I was just about to learn who the Olmecs were when my alarm (okay, my mom acting as alarm) woke me up.
Anyway I think that's a fascinating idea for a movie.
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Being white, all I can say is, "oh crap."
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As usual, the internet provides:
The Olmec were an ancient Pre-Columbian people living in the tropical lowlands of south-central Mexico, roughly in what are the modern-day states of Veracruz and Tabasco on the Isthmus of Tehuantepec. Their immediate cultural influence, however, extends beyond this region (Olmec artwork has been documented as far as El Salvador). The Olmec flourished during the Formative (or Preclassic) era, dating from 1200 BCE to about 400 BCE, and are believed to have been the progenitor civilization of later Mesoamerican civilizations.
Um....Jeremy, since there are many racial blends (like all the coffee choices at Starbucks) ranging from the Blackest Black to a warm Nestles Chocolate color to Asian tons up to what we call caucasian, I wonder what happens to everyone else? My Philipino (Spelling?) neighbor wants to know. Thanks.
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No mention of any other race. In the dream it was me explaining this to Samuel Jackson. (I say green light this!)
Only when I woke up and thought about it did I think "I'll bet every other race gets slaughtered too."
Even octamaroons?
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Astonishing! My wife has a cell phone and does the exact same thing!
Calls me at home..." ...Hi hon -- I'm two minutes from the house!"
Stony silence from my end in response, she KNOWS I disapprove. Many's the time she has coasted into the garage still taking to me as I stand in agape at her incredible but seeming insentience!
"You risked decapitation and or vehicular manslaughter in a horrific hair, teeth, and eyeballs car crash... ...for what exactly?"
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I dreamed that I was the son of an English Lord. We lived in this incredible mansion, very overblown and elegant like something Elvis might come up with in Vegas while on Ecstasy, but WITH GOOD TASTE! I realized within the dream that this was another life time of my larger soul that was occurring along with my life as a lowly retired American. What I remember most about the English dream was that I was just waiting for the old man to die so I'd have the formal title of Lord, and the chicks were all over me. Then I began hearing this wear banging sound. I went from one elegant room to another with a leash attached to a bevy of buxom beauties in diamond dog collars. Finally, we came to a broom closet. I openned it up and out fell Jeremy V. He said he was pushed into the closet by some prankish Olmec trans-dimensional delinquents, and was trying to make his way back to the dream frequency where caucasions bite the dirt, and aliens create a new Black root race in South Philly. In my posh English accent, I replied "I am sure my cook has a recipe book of 100 ways to cook root vegetables. Shall I call her?" Then the dream ends.
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