Showing posts with label VINETICS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label VINETICS. Show all posts

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What is Tarrantism?

The Thirty-First of March Two Thousand and Fourteen. Monday.

'Is it something to do with spiders?' asked my pre-ex-wife.

No, it's not. Since I failed to make any money out of VINETICS!, my earlier attempt at forming a c̶u̶l̶t̶   r̶e̶l̶i̶g̶i̶o̶n̶   g̶e̶t̶-̶r̶i̶c̶h̶-̶q̶u̶i̶c̶k̶ ̶s̶c̶h̶e̶m̶e̶   working philosophy, I have found myself pondering the great questions of morality and trying to come up with a code that has some real practical benefits.

To this end I was sprouting no end of nonsense at work on Saturday. It all came about from a discussion that took in the Orange Parade, gay marriage, the futility of war and mature students' eligibility for 16-25 railcards. Out of this potent brew came a few ideas that were immediately tested by a series of dilemmas on that very day. That these ideas all came through is testament to the incipient potency of what I'm calling Tarrantism.

Like VINETICS!, Tarrantism is founded on three basic ideas. The first of these gives Tarrantism its name.



1) Is That Your Final Answer?

Any decision you have to make, just pause dramatically before finally execute it. Ask yourself if you are absolutely sure that it is the right thing to do. If you are still convinced, then good luck to you. Go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine. If you are not, then change your mind! It's fine. It's allowed. It's in the rules. Just give yourself that last opportunity to check if what you're doing is what you really want. Ignore any coughing from the crowd. There may be more than four buttons to choose from (this metaphor has passed beyond breaking point now, hasn't it? Won't stop me, though), but even up to that very last second your course is not fixed. Until the figurative light goes orange. Or something.

2) Meeting Halfway

Look, I'm steeped in gulliblity. You're not going to have to be Derren Brewn (that is how he spells his surname, you know) to convince me of your hare-brained scheme. So I tend not to consider whether I'm being taken for a ride or not. That said, I am unlikely to give you, unknown person who has merely materialised now in order to provide an example, time of day unless you have made at least a bit of effort toward achieving your goal. Or failing that, you show some consideration when you are making your request of me.

Money's the most obvious way of illustrating this, though it isn't always as straightforward as putting numbers on things. For example, I am more likely to give you £10 toward something that costs £20 that you're willing to put up half the cash for than I am to give you all the money for something that costs £10. I might be just as much a mug in either case, but I am content in my own mind with the first scenario. See also: housework, errands and favours.

3) No Fretting

Goodness me, the untold hours I've spent fretting over stuff. Not worrying - worrying is legitimate. Hoping people are ok, that you'll be able to pay the bills, that there's still enough Philly left for your bagels in the morning. Those are things that cause you to act - emotional responses that push you do stuff that has to be done. Fretting is unnecessary concern over things that you cannot affect. Mainly, this is about stuff you've already done. Once it's done, once the light has gone orange, you can't undo it. There's only this one life, this one dimension (if you want me to get all parallel worldsy on your ass) and there's nothing you can do to change what's already done. Oh, you can repair what you've done, you can build on what you've done, you can explain what you've done, but it's done. Past tense of do. And any energy spent on it - especially if it's distracting you from what you could or should be doing - is a waste.

A Thal: post Castle-thump


Now, mention of the name Tarrant always makes me think of the way Terry Nation would try and get someone of that name in his scripts (I'm thinking more Doctor Who here, but I know there was a Tarrant in Blake's 7, it's just that I didn't watch too much of that). So I can't help but think that there should be something in here about how even if you're a pacifist you're allowed to hit Roy Castle if they try and steal your woman (even if they're only trying to make a point) or something. I can't remember if the same point is made in the TV version, but the film is in colour so I think that must be more relevant. That part of it probably needs a bit more work, though.

Enjoy your lives now that I've solved them!

More soonliest.

It's Not a Cult, It's a Religion

The Fifteenth of August Two Thousand and Eleven. Monday.

Friends, Hello.

My name is Doctor Vin Marsden Hendrick and I'd like to do a lot more.

A lot more than simply introduce myself to you. I'd like to introduce 'you' to VINETICS!

And this is my point.

I'm going to do that which I have said I would like to do.

Has this rung any mental bells within your telephone box heads? Let me throw in my ten pennies' worth. Let's make a connection.

Let me tell you about the Modern Thought Science that is VINETICS!

It's difficult to say exactly when VINETICS! as a concept came into existence.

With a sock in your mouth.


It would sound something like 'wn fhntks s uh knspt hmm ntu hgsstns'.

Yes, a simple sock, usually a barrier between the warm, fleshy domain of the foot and the harsh, hibernal world of the shoe/floor hinterface. But today it was a barrier between my desire to communicate something a bit spesh to you, and the resident actuality  of you understanding and appreciating that something in mouth-to-ear terms.

And this is the very essence of VINETICS! Or it would be if that hadn't been merely an example.

VINETICS! was born of humanity's base desire to communicate within itself in an untainted, 'barefoot' fashion.

VINETICS! was founded upon three fundamental precepts. That:


A) Everything is True;

B) Nothing is Important; and

C) Nobody Knows Anything




By way of an introduction to VINETICS!  I would like to touch upon the thinking - or as I prefer to call it, the 'braining' - behind each of these precepts here tonight.

Please, let me.

A) Everything is True

Subjectivity, by its very nature, its very big nature, requires a subject. This could be Math, English, Phys Ed or Science. In my case it is VINETICS!

But does this mean that VINETICS! should be taught in schools?

Ah ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha...

Thank you. Maybe one day.

Or a weekend.

And it is that very word 'OR' that concerns us - and by 'us' I mean 'me'. If, and only if, there is an 'OR' in the month then both a possibility and its attendant IMpossibility co-exist.

It is then the province, nay the duty, of the VINETICist to 'mine' this 'OR'. And through a recursive process of synaptic 'smelting' refine the 'OR' until subjectivity - what I like to think of as 'other peoples' wrong ideas' - is reduced to a lying slag.

Like Mary Whitehouse, I object. I, Clavdivs, I, Robot, I, Object.

And from such a state of pan-objectivity it is but a huge Armstrongian leap to the preceptive absolitude that 'Everything is True'.

B) Nothing is Important

It was my intention to go into this in minute detail, but then I decided that it wasn't really worth it.

Finally,

C) Nobody Knows Anything

The brain is now in the head. That is where we use it, through the process of 'braining'.

But what if the brain were in the stomach?

According to VINETICS! since Everything is True the brain is in the stomach.

Fortunately though, since Nothing is Important, this doesn't matter.

In such a case, as well as 'gut feelings' perhaps - and by 'perhaps' I mean 'certainly' - we would have 'gut thinking' or 'gut braining' too.

But not in the biblical sense.

If the brain is in the stomach and nobody knew that, it requires only a £500 per annum subscription to my self-help VINETICS! course to go that little further and realise that, in fact, Nobody Knows Anything.

That concludes my little introduction to VINETICS!



In less enlightened times we might have been burned as witches for having this discussion. I cannot tell you what a pleasure  it is for me to discover that today those flames of hypocrisy and deceit merely form the 'fireside' by which you and I can have a 'chat'.

If anyone is finding out more about VINETICS! we are holding a convention - the 'Braining Integration Gestalt' Convention or BIG-CON for short - at the Ramada Renaissance Hotel in Manchester on July 15th. Hopefully, I will see some of you there.

Thank You and Good Bye.