Imre Kertesz does Bada Bing

Heureka! Nobel Lecture 2002: "Consider what happened to language in the twentieth century, what became of words. I daresay that the first and most shocking discovery made by writers in our time was that language, in the form it came down to us, a legacy of some primordial culture, had simply become unsuitable to convey concepts and processes that had once been unambiguous and real. Think of Kafka, think of Orwell, in whose hands the old language simply disintegrated. It was as if they were turning it round and round in an open fire, only to display its ashes afterward, in which new and previously unknown patterns emerged"

Think of Gonzo! Bada Bing Your Language! Bruner, You Pig!

Naked Masks

Luigi Pirandello is always preoccupied with the problem of identity. The self exists to him only in relation to others;"

Watch out for Community!

Nobel Peace Prize 2003 - Shirin Ebadi of Iran

Press Release - Nobel Peace Prize 2003: Shirin Ebadi: "It is fundamental to her view that the supreme political power in a community must be built on democratic elections. She favours enlightenment and dialogue as the best path to changing attitudes and resolving conflict.
Ebadi is a conscious Moslem. She sees no conflict between Islam and fundamental human rights. It is important to her that the dialogue between the different cultures and religions of the world should take as its point of departure their shared values."

Watch out For Community! It will Astound You!

Shelley Powers Inteview

Shelley Powers Interview at Sandhill Trek: "Some say that sex is a way of reaffirming that we are alive. The act of touching and being touched, the intimacy, and the release, are all ways for us to celebrate life and, if we're lucky enough, love with another person. But tonight as I drove down the road and listened to the music and felt the wind and the warmth of the night, I felt alive. Earlier when I walked in the Park and took the photographs, I felt alive.
Tonight, when I wrote this story, I felt alive.

I wish I could say that there was a handsome stranger with intense dark eyes and sensuous fingers -- someone special, someone to hold, someone to experience that touch that's more intimate than any act of sex can ever be -- but it was just me, the night, and the Man on the Moon. Since my relationship with the Moon is strictly platonic, I have no story of sex to offer, and we'll have to settle for my pink nightgown and the
summer night and walk in the park and call it, good-night."

Gaspar Like A Ship in The Night

Gaspar Torriero says: "La notorietà non è una categoria applicabile ai blog" and of course mentions "ogni centro è periferia di un altro centro" which loosely translated is "every center is the periphery of other center"

There is no Center in the Blogworld. It's without Center. There are Millions of Blogworlds, all Like Ships in the Night , but Ah What Ships and Oh How Large The Night.

that asshole, Dave Winer ain't a Center. Just a Ship in the Night. Of Millions Of Ships In The Night.

China is A Sleep HOTbed of Technology

Jeneane, you definitely bring up a good point about the Sleeping Chinese. There is a lot of them there so I guess some of them need to sleep while other are driving their bikes across town. Imagine the traffic, congestion, it would cause if half of them didn't sleep? Gosh, Bruner, now that would be a PIG!.

And Miles to Go before I sleep

Ken, Your Mileage may vary. And if you have any promises, talk to the Lawyers to revise it and better start finding loopholes.

Watch Out For Community!

soapbox : "You have been WARNED! Watch out for Community!"

Sleep?

For Gary

For Marek - i have found it. it is made by the Chinese. It is the "sleep signal processor." They have a banner add. They say "We have commodities!"

I knew this. I knew that the sleep signal processor corporation people would have commodities.

They have a tagline: "Integrating Chinese Technology with American Ideas." Is this better than the converse?

They also have "Urea Fertilizer."

I think that means piss. I assume that this is the American Idea part.

sweet dreams.

Sleep?

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep..

Signal Signal Wake Up!

via ::: wood s lot :::

"It is important for awake people to be awake,
or breaking line may discourage them back to sleep.
The signals we give, yes, or no, or perhaps,
should be clear. The darkness around us is deep. ...
- Meister Eckhart (c. 1260 - 1327/8)"

Signal! Watch Out For Life! It will get You! But don't fall asleep! There is Darnkess! and it's Deep!

Absofuckinglutely Preordained Incorporated

It dawned on me this morning, which was kinda appropriate since it was morning at the time, that the reason we're so obsessed with popping caps in one's asses, as they say in certain parts of town, and behaving in an altogether 'destructive', shall we say, manner can all be tied back to the destructive/creative fucked-up combo origins of our solar system. Modelling one's self on G*d, as we are prone to do from time to time, we are in fact re-enacting meteoric asteriodal impactful mofo destruction, e.g. the nucular bomb - as mr george Wabash likes to say - is our ultimate attempt at fucking up this planet like the very asteroidal impact that created it, in a bid to re-create for that is what we seek, we just didn't know it but really we did.

Principals

I think perhaps i should have referenced the "principals" in the post below, because or course we at the LRMM Co. have no principles.

Das Englisch sprecken was nicht ein strong point herein.

Happy - happy birthday gonzo...

Today, on or about the second anniversary of the RGE weblog, I am proud to announce the public sale of stock in my new agency: The Leni Riefenstahl Media Magic Company. Since 1935 the principles in this enterprise have been making media work for the masses. Now you can buy a share! Drop by my web space and contribute from each according to your ability... I'll give you as many of the special issue non-voting shares as I think your contribution deserves. Trust me.

The Meat of Making Ends Meet

I think Marek just raised the key question that ties straight back to Clara Peller's question in all those old Wendy's commercials - Where's the beef?

Isn't that what people want? The beef? The meat on where and how to meet?

Chris - please don't beat our meat to severely...

Making Ends Meet

Chris! Look! We have a satisfied customer in Gary T.

Maybe we can make Gazillions of Dollars Inspiring People about Making Ends Meet. We just need to tell them that you need a Voice on One End and a Voice on The Other End and then Have Those Ends Meet. And What Ends They Are and How They Meet.

Testify

Since reading Cluetrain and Gonzo my life has changed beyond compare. Secretly, I now run a medium sized software company, a subsidiary of a $150M software group - and I do so by living the dream. The dream that Cluetrain and Gonzo taught me. Thankyou Cluetrain and Gonzo, you helped me find my voice and realise my dream. I love you. It's good to be home.

Managing Community Manages You Managing Community

Just asked this question about "Managing a Community" because maybe, just maybe it's the Community that Manages You.

And,

it is an illusion that You can Manage a Community, Bruner, You Pig!

Managing a Community Manages You Managing a Community Manages You Managing a Community Manages You. Bruner, You Pig! Peekaboo!

Knee Jerk Trap Avoidance

Ken avoids the trap called:

"Apparently at BloggerCon there was a session on 'Managing a Community'. 

Why?"

And since he has comments turned on I responed.

BTW. Not sure if I did those eggs correctly. Apparently there was a need for something called "frying pan" and I still don't know what it is. We are in the process of letting the mothership know to fetch the latest Google Cache and incinerate the outdated books. Signal to follow.

Sending a Signal

Essayist, poet and philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "All good conversation, manners and action, come from a spontaneity which forgets usages and makes the moment great. Nature hates calculators; her methods are saltatory and impulsive." To surround yourself and your team with Emerson's "good conversation," reach out to people, put aside the computer, and just talk.

Radio K.A.O.S

The Signal of My Jesus Bunker Machine Gun for the World
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You are Listening to Radio K.A.O.S.

Roger that

Big 10-4 good buddy. Holla at your American brotha. Mount the machine gun baby and signal signal:


Seems like he had to look a long time
before he gathered any answers
And by the time they came, he was just about down
Saw him looking in the schoolyard
in the churches and the poolhall
Trying to find an exit from desolation town

Halcyon nights and radio waves
Signal Signal Signal
Never fade away

The day that he heard it he was looking in the mirror
There were no more threads, there was no more help
And he knew without doubt
that the Classics of Love would not come from some bright star above
but would only be delivered through his own self

Signal Signal

Digital Common Sense: "Like I said, What we seek is a signal. A connection. The network isn't about technology. It isn't about business. It isn't about profit. It's about connections. End points are people and people connect. Sometimes we connect with machines to gather information. Often times we connect with other people because we share some link, or bond, or passing interest.
Minutes have no value. Bandwidth has no value. Accessibility to connections brings value to uses and enhances the network. Just as blogging isn't about PR, or fame or technology, the net isn't about minutes or bandwidth or content. It's all about access to connections."

Signal Signal to my Homies. To all the people in the Jesus Bunkers of the World I send you Signal Signal. Do you copy? Do you copy? Send Signal Back. Pulse the Vain. Wire up your hearbeat to the network. Signal it to me Baby!

Bad Kids Writing on the Chalkboard , eh?

<#include stdio.h>
int main(void)
{
int count;

for (count=1;count<500;count++)
printf("I will not throw spitwads in class.");

return 0;
}


Hi gang!

happy birthday

we're two years old, yous. been a fun ride, eh?

hey kevin

Kevin, I dug what you did at ConBlogger. You're a class act and a smarty smart guy. I was watching, you know. About the font--yes. This template. WTF--is it written with bookmaster tags? this template is the predecessor to sticks and a stone tablet. Man it's a pain in the ass.

I've kept my eyes open for a long time for a template that would give us the open feel of this free-for-all, but be, shall we say, easier on the eye. Nothing ever seems to compare with the ornery-ness of this damn look. I guess we just go with it. somehow the big font makes it feel even more like bad kids writing on the chalk board.

That works for me!

thanks for keeping the place well heated while I was away.

Marek, I just fell off the couch over Tupac Chopra. BLAH HA!

welcome back

The big text was me. I probably over-reacted to the too-small version before. I don't want to go into that template again though. There be Dragons!

so jenna says...

what kind of a store do dogs hate to shop at?

A flea market!

speaking of which, the ants are back in this house. those motherfuckers. george killed them with boric acid and honey, but they bred superstrains of ants that are now fully resistant to everything except SARS and ANTRHAX.

Don't ask me how I know.

It's none of your business.

A flea market--HA HA!

wtf

marek, wtf did you do to the font size on the posts while I was gone. damn. is this one of those david weinberger things for people who don't see so good?

very smart.

i knew you had a reason.

I love shelley

I love Shelley because:

She frames bridges against gray skies.
cuts careful paths with words
leaps off the paved road
runs bare assed through the woods
and that's what you do
when you care about
the nature of things.

she writes like oils to canvas
paints who she is, who we all are
human--did you forget?
she is as honest with us
as we are
and more.

she holds on so tight
white knuckled grip
protecting
my heart, his, yours, hers.
she has been holding
on for all of us.

Release.
We can carry the load
for a while
until the bridges call
say clouds are waiting.

They sit nudged against
fine lines of silver and black
waiting for you
to bring them to us.

institution digested my brain too.

I'm supposed to be working. Dr. Marek J., I need you to fix me. With your systems thinking. Please. My brain is not listening to me this evening, the eve of the "big deadline."

Let me tell you the tale of the client who has recently eaten my brain. I suppose they can find me here. I supposed you could say I don't care if they do.

So one of them says to me, she says, "I noticed that sometimes you use the same word in two sentences in a row. We kind of have a policy where we don't do that here."

I said, "Oh. Huh?"

She said, "You know, important words. Not minor words--you can use those kind two times in two different sentences. I'm talking about the important words--the major words."

I thought, "Oh. Huh?"

I said, "Oh. can you give me an example?"

She said, I think, it expanded or something. That our expanded offering would do x y z. And then you called it expanded again soon after that.

(okay, that's a suckass sentence anyhow, I thought. Shame on me but who cares.)

I said, does it have a name yet? or what are you calling it? Do you know?

She said, No.

I said, oh, then what makes it different--I mean, what's new about it.

She said, well it is expanded.

I said, Oh. Okay.

And so there are like twenty examples that are eating away at my brain, when all i want to do is write and mean and say and spew and play my keyboard like a steinway.

this week is not going so well.

I'm glad I came home.

Do you have any soup?

Honey, I'm HOME!

Marek--is it twu? is it twu?

Are you a citizen? And a systems thinker? All in one? Did you keep the systems thinker thing under wraps during your swearing in (or acting out)? Jaysus--don't tell them. Don't let them know you're a systems thinker. I don't want to think what they could do to you. Go see the dick-headed pig on RB's blog. It could happen. They have ways, you know.

Good to see you, man.

I'm back.