Updated 2 years ago
The past is never dead. It’s not even past.
– William Faulkner
But it’s about the best indicator. From the raw text size of annual pages, 2003 was by far the peak year.
Frank talk here – all other factors aside, to get another era similar to 2000-4, we would need something drastic, such as mass mushroom cultivation or a repeat in the purple-white LSD supply on the order of the Kansas Missile Silo. Other drugs, such as increasingly legal weed, K, MDMA, even DMT and/or ayahuasca, just aren’t drivers. Once that element is in place, everything else will slide into place.
History by Year
Directory – Flyers – Map – Before 1979 – 1980-9 – 1990-2 – 1993-5 – 1996 – 1997 – 1998 – 1999 – 2000 – 2001 – 2002 – 2003 – 2004 – 2005 – 2006 – 2007 – 2008 – 2009 – 2010 – 2011 – 2012 – 2013 – 2014 – 2015 – 2016 – 2017 – 2018 – 2019 – 2020 – 2021 – 2022 – 2023
Raw Brainmachines/TripOutNY Emails
1999 – 2000 – 2001 – 2002 Pt 1 – 2002 Pt 2 – 2003 – 2004 – 2005
2006 – 2007 – 2008 – 2009 – 2010 – 2011
Raw text files of NYC604 and TheDMT
NYC604 – public discussion of public events
DMT – private planning & discussion of private events
Missing Flyers
Old Brainmachines site – soak in that late 90s nostalgia
Archival Methodology
In 2020, right before the service closed, I converted all the old Yahoo groups to text via a Python script, cleaned them up and struck out much personal data such as names and emails.
All of these emails have been incorporated into the History pages, MUCH easier to read. Ticket sales outlets and directions are generally removed to save space. Flyers and much more information are added. I will still keep these links though, for all its raw unedited glory.
These are huge files, altogether almost a million and a half lines of text, so give them a few seconds before you start searching. This is mostly plain text about events. And comments. And all that. No photos are included.
-Emails were changed from “@” to “at” and the suffix com/edu/net was purged, and a well as most major email domains such AOL, Hotmail, and MSN.
-All text is kept but illegal references were acronymmed, ads were removed as much as possible, and server strings and messages were purged
-All messages were kept unless they were a big block of alphanumeric, which means someone felt it was cool to send an image directly rather than link.
-One email type that was difficult to obfuscate was .edu’s – for example after all the purging, your email and school is still there, for example “TMcMillan Columbia” That will have to be done on a school by school basis.
-Even with all these safeguards, some personal details may come through in ways you are not comfortable with. Contact me if so.
Finally, contact me if you find a name that slipped through.
Here was the welcome message to the original brainmachines list:
Greetings new cult member,
Quick – if you want to know where the next NYC event is very soon, you might have missed recent email announcements. In this case, go straight to
Your novelty rating – a 93% – was stimulating and should not be wasted upon this response bot. Thank you for communing with the BRAIN MACHINE Quicktime A.I. Virtual Conversator Elf Template 7, Keyword . At some point you will meet the programmers behind this particular preterospective, because your minidiscussion is hyperspatial and should be grokked by a live person. You should join us in finding and mapping the wiring underneath the board.
Welcome to the brainmachines list. Please take a moment to review this message.
Events described are more psychedelic than entactogenic. Be careful before you ingest anything. Do your homework. Feel free to read through brainmachines.com, use the search engine to find current research on hallucinogens.
First off, send your JPG photo to machinelf@brainmachines.com. I will add it to the list members photo gallery at http://www.brainmachines.com/gallery.html If you can, send me just a head shot, 1″ x 1″, under 20K, 72 dpi. A mug shot would be ideal 😎 Your first name will be used only, and a link will be provided upon request. If you happen to be a major underworld figure or drug dealer, you probably shouldn’t be on this list nor put your picture up, but if you are, and do, disguise it somehow.
If you have events to add email me directly at machinelf@brainmachines.com and I will forward to the list if I plan to attend.
This list is announcement only. To get an event on the list email machinelf@brainmachines.com
There are a lot of files and links at the brainmachines section at egroups.com. For example, detailed directions to the GW Bridge location.
To learn more about neuronautical technology access http://www.brainmachines.com
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Fly far and free. Drink the Kool-Aid.
BOM SHANKAR
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Me AKA Mega M.E. AKA Machinelf@brainmachines.com
P.S. To send a brief nonreturnable anonymous message to my phone email page@brainmachines.com
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Reflections on History by Hunter S. Thompson
History is hard to know because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time–and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened…
What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole lifestyle that he helped to create… a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody – or at least some force – is tending that light at the end of the tunnel.
Yet there was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning…
And that, I think was the handle–that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting–on our side or theirs. We all had the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave…
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes, you can almost see the high-water mark – that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.