Pavittes, Yorkes, Invisible Diaphragms, and selling oil for a poem

In 1998 my friend built a Faraday cage and set up a facility to inject RNA into Xenopus oocytes for receptor expression studies on behalf of Fiona McDonald, now at Otago University.

I hung out with him and watched him run through the protocol. Knowing that all my actions are interpreted and misinterpreted by detractors and pecunious animals I declined the opportunity to attempt to inject an oocyte as I figured that would be taken as an indication to allow all sorts of questionable science.

I had wanted to say something about the semiconservative DNA experiment in mitosis being proof that [something] but for some reason I can’t remember what. It might have been that it proves that DNA is the genetic carrier. Hm.. well, anyway, the vedics would oppose vedics reproducing like rabbits or having test-tube babies because it would quite literally suck the life force out of them (and other nasty things, like turning mothers yellow, which happens anyway sometimes, especially if someone’s had sex with Brigitte Yorke, poor thing, damn father).

A word about freemasonry. I have no problem with self-improvement programs and forgiveness is a good thing. I do have a problem with the corruption and bypassing of a legal system. I do have a problem with blackmail and lack of consent. I also see no need now for secrets. I do have a problem with ass-kissing. Kundalini is a common term in India. There is a book about kundalinic yoga in the library in which I am interfacing to the interweb.

The beehive seems to think they got me to do things? I never requested, and noone in parliament got an A(+) on last years Analysis exam at the University of Auckland. I am the source of my ideas. I’ll post a graph of brain activity. My meditative state showed 1000-fold higher power over the in voce mentis state. (No the labels were not reversed, but there was an overall 0.032 scaling error due to an EEG data conversion program from Berkeley). It supports my notion and communication that thinking is carving.

And here are some emails to the Office of the Prime Minister:

The Right Honourable John Key:

Please refer to my previous missives for details.

I am yet to receive my due consideration, debriefing, identifications, and documents which the New Zealand goverment is obligated to give me.

Destroying evidence or finding people willing to lie about me does not
disprove any fact.

Parliament votes on laws, not facts. Does the sun exist? If you decided the sun existed yesterday, do you need to decide again today?

I am the sole member of the Royal Air Service.

The Right Honourable John Key:

Integrity, as you should know, is complete honesty in thought, word, and deed.

Communication relies on trust and cooperation. In order to establish a rapport gross physical interaction must precede semiotic transfer. In other words, deed must precede word and thought.

You have failed to communicate with me.

Have you received any verification that I have received any communications from the New Zealand government?

A computer program that returns ‘okay’ is not a successful communication device. It is, however, a good database interface to record threats and other lies.

Retaining and withholding information from me, such as letters patent, does not mean I am not royalty.

Destroying information does not turn me into Erez Lieberman.
If I were to be extracted by another nation, not as interference in the domestic affairs of another government, but in a humanitarian or military capacity, the shame to New Zealand would be permanent. Perhaps no longer paradise conserved.

[Addendum 17h00 6 June 2008]

The Honourable John Key:

Within the past hour a man entered the internet cafe in which I was updating my website.

To the lady at the counter he said, “It’s Brigitte Yorke’s sister’s.”

I approached him and asked if he had just said, “It’s Brigitte Yorke’s sister’s,” to which he replied, “No.”

I returned to my computer, posted my entry, and then returned to him, gave him an internet address (http://lucidpress.wordpress.com/game-theory-000 and natural-philosophy-001), and said, if you’re referring to “Learning and the Prisoner’s Dilemma,” I suggest you look at these [internet addresses], its from 2000.

He seemed to think I wasn’t the person your or they are trying to kill because I did not give off the smell of toluene.

I asked, “how much do you pay to kill people?”

You or some of your citizens involved in freemasonry are attempting to claim that the idea behind Learning and Behaviour was Brigitte Yorke’s sister’s. I had been researching interactions and behaviour from before my high school graduation. I spent 2000 writing code, discussing, and analysing, and spoke with Brigitte Yorke’s sister and suggested she read “The Adapted Mind’ by Cosmides and Tooby the evening you poisoned the two of us with LSD.

You are attempting to steal my idea and then you attempt to claim that CPA badge/pin 181 is not mine. Richard Woodford, first mayor of Kaiapoi and member of the New Zealand Parliament, was father of Mary Anne Woodford, mother of Mabel Estelle ‘Tui’ Smart, mother of Patricia Anne de Joux, my dead mother, who gave that pin to me on my return to New Zealand, September 26, 1991, a few days before my eighteenth birthday.

Brigitte Yorke’s sister, I have been informed, was conceived in a test tube
with the sperm of my uncle, Colin de Joux without our knowledge. For your ilk to attempt to claim that she has any royal title is ill-conceived.

We have been discussing the nature of bastardry and planned pregnancies.

You cannot destroy evidence to alter a court case and you cannot decide a court case on the net benefit to freemasonry, you, or your cronies.

Just as lacrosse, a game soon to be played on the artificial turf at 33 Haast, Remuera, is no longer played to the death, so too does a Knife Indian scalping no longer require a knife.

The Honourable John Key:

Within the past hour a man entered the internet cafe in which I was updating my website.

To the lady at the counter he said, “It’s Brigitte Yorke’s sister’s.”

I approached him and asked if he had just said, “It’s Brigitte Yorke’s sister’s,” to which he replied, “No.”

I returned to my computer, posted my entry, and then returned to him, gave him an internet address (http://lucidpress.wordpress.com/game-theory-000 and natural-philosophy-001), and said, if you’re referring to “Learning and the Prisoner’s Dilemma,” I suggest you look at these [internet addresses], its from 2000.

He seemed to think I wasn’t the person your or they are trying to kill because I did not give off the smell of toluene.

I asked, “how much do you pay to kill people?”

You or some of your citizens involved in freemasonry are attempting to claim that the idea behind Learning and Behaviour was Brigitte Yorke’s sister’s. I had been researching interactions and behaviour from before my high school graduation. I spent 2000 writing code, discussing, and analysing, and spoke with Brigitte Yorke’s sister and suggested she read “The Adapted Mind’ by Cosmides and Tooby the evening you poisoned the two of us with LSD.

You are attempting to steal my idea and then you attempt to claim that CPA badge/pin 181 is not mine. Richard Woodford, first mayor of Kaiapoi and member of the New Zealand Parliament, was father of Mary Anne Woodford, mother of Mabel Estelle ‘Tui’ Smart, mother of Patricia Anne de Joux, my dead mother, who gave that pin to me on my return to New Zealand, September 26, 1991, a few days before my eighteenth birthday.

Brigitte Yorke’s sister, I have been informed, was conceived in a test tube
with the sperm of my uncle, Colin de Joux without our knowledge. For your ilk to attempt to claim that she has any royal title is ill-conceived.

We have been discussing the nature of bastardry and planned pregnancies.

You cannot destroy evidence to alter a court case and you cannot decide a court case on the net benefit to freemasonry, you, or your cronies.

Just as lacrosse, a game soon to be played on the artificial turf at 33 Haast, Remuera, is no longer played to the death, so too does a Knife Indian scalping no longer require a knife.

And previously…

[14h38 6 June 2008]

If any of my COMP304 students think that they have my permission to view my emails or take indications or make decisions based on my personal email they can choose between a school bag and a paddle and get themselves to Haifa.

That is the lack of integrity that saw me shot at in Nashville by a New Zealander. Your piece-of-shit John Key inferiority is a disgrace to the backbone of New Zealand, people like Colin Meads and Sir Ed. Fuck you you cunts.

Two of you are in the GCSB, one of you is now permanently in the SES and politics and barred from intelligence

[14h33 6 June 2008]

The Right Honourable John Key:

You spying on my documents, getting people to steal and delete, such as my copy of the Art of War, my golf clubs and glove, my harddrive, my argument against emergence for WordPress, withholding information and documents, and not wanting to give me my salary because you would have to admit that you poisoned me and my cousin, Lisa Yorke, (you and your Marion Street freemason friends) with LSD, is testament to your corruption and depravity.

I have already specifically forbidden any communication with me except through open personal, handshake prefaced interaction, face to face, with a later option of open, electromagnetically-assisted communication.

[14h20 6 June 2008]

http://soloqi.wordpress.com/does-the-sun-exist was not yet published.

There was a joke about scottish shepherds no longer being required to care for their sheep with the crook and so…

“Well then we’ll come over to New Zealand and start breeding people?” (Crime Minister John Key?) 14h13 6 June 2009.

That german superiority complex is testament to the incompatability of
germanity with the enjoyment of life by the individual. If those germans cannot tell the difference between sheep and humans, they should go to a petting zoo.

[Addendum 18h24 6 June 2009]

After gaining my Honour’s in Computer Science (Artificial Intelligence) in 2000, I went to work for Linworks/Teltest in Porirua. I was tasked with providing the logic for a satellite bandwidth management program. After a while, the managing director, got me to sign a contract with clauses about intellectual property. I was happy to sign as they specified the task and it was well contained. I pointed out that had ideas of my own that had nothing to do with the company.

A small task I had programmed was a time expenditure program. I found the other employees checked in in the morning, whereas I checked in and out for each block of time I used.

I completed a simple logic and explained that that logic would not be robust, as apportioned overlapping bandwidth would leave large unusable bandwidth chunks. I suggested that I could work on the code and began to write support code in Haskell. I had completed interval code and socket code, but had to do that in my spare time in my home directory as he had said he did not want it.

That was indicative of the business ethics of that outfit. They were attempting to sell their units before the code had been completed. I turned up one day to find my computer missing and Don Stewart telling me he no longer required me. Fine. With ethics like that I was glad to leave.

Earlier I had completed a short contract for a paint-gun outfit in Auckland to record shots fired and other information. Interestingly, the database specification had what looked like a take-off of the New Zealand military structure. I had tested the small amount of code, but was extremely concerned. I had not discussed military applications, the need for bullet-proof verification, or my willingness to be involved in killing people.

He might have tried to take a copy of my language translation program, he was associated with those LSD-poisoning, contract-hiding, non-rugby playing, run-rugby-and-government-like-a-business, I’ll-stab-you-in-the-back-because-that-way-I-can-get-sealant-on-my-new-Mercedes people that I’ve mentioned above.

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