"Two gunslingers, walked out in the street
And one said "I don't wanna fight no more"
And the other gunslinger thought about it
And he said, "yeah what are we fighting for?"
Imagine this: Iraqi soldiers will see our troops advancing on them and then Iraqi guys will say "Hey gunslingers! Let's play soccer instead" and our troops will say "Hey gunslingers! Let's play! But lay down your arms first" and then they will call CNN to make an order for 2 million soccer balls to be delivered to the desert of Iraq and CNN would get an exclusive on broadcasting the greatest soccer games the world had ever seen. And for the next 40 days the world will watch The Humanity at Play 24 hours a day . And it will be serious business. And those who don't like soccer will play basketball or cricket or baseball or they will play hide and seek (which is hard to do in a flat desert so it will require great creativity). And those who don't like games can play in the sand, make mudpies. And Iraqi soldiers will then show pictures of their wifes and sons to American soldiers who in turn will show them pictures of their loves ones and tell them about fresh baked pies in 24 hour diners on the outskirts of towns and then they will sing and tell stories around the campfires and it will be the greatest gathering of Humanity. Imagine One Million Soldiers playing soccer. Just Imagine. If I was a soldier in the desert this is what I would be imagining, that any moment now some Iraqi soldier will just shout "Hey gunslingers! Let's play soccer instead!" and then I won't have to kill him... and then I will not have to kill him... now. right now.
A Conversation sparked by Christopher Locke's 'Gonzo Marketing: Winning Through Worst Practices'. Started by Jeneane Sessum in 2001, Gonzo Engaged was the first Blogger.com team weblog. Let the games continue.
Thursday, March 20, 2003
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Permission Statement
Chris Locke wrote this column for Corante. He hasn't written much there yet. How 'bout that grocery list man. But back to the point. Why am I taking the time to remind you about that article? Hm...Let's not have any niceties about it, let's just pluck some words and run with it, shall we?
It's interesting that the first Ad Hominem post is titled 'Permission Statement'. Opppss. You missed that. You actually thought the title was Ad Hominem and then you wondered what the fuck that ment. Yeah, the title is "Permission Statment".
"What we are seeing today on the web -- discounting the plethora of corporate spew -- is the emergence of ourselves as human beings discovering what it means to be human. If you're not doing that, do it. Spook yourself. If you're already spooked, don't quit now. We've only begun to scratch the surface. Why is the net getting so much pushback from the top-down hierarchies of power that freak if they can't control everything. Because it's working, that's why. We're giving ourselves permission to be outlaws"
Let's have an honest talk.
Yo are so proper and nice and would never be an outlaw.
You secretly dream of being an outlaw but not actually being one in the light of day.
You would never stand in front of a buldozer but you will cry for those who did.
Being Human is Outlawed.
Outlawed? Who outlawed it?
Possible answer coming ..... bada bing... drum rolls.
Watch out. Here it comes.
You.
Congratulations.
You passed the law.
You wrote the law.
You enforce the law.
You Outlawed 'Being Human' for yourself.
You are safe.
You will die safe, unused, hardly a scratch on you (unless you stand in front of a bulldozer)
And you thought it was some High School teacher or a teller at the bank or your father or your mother or Department of Motor Vehicles. Nope. it was You all along. You just didn't know aobut it. You just didn't know that it was You who revoked the Permission to remain Human. (No, you don't have to stand in front of a bulldozer)
And now... Enter Seth Godin.
State your permission
It's interesting that the first Ad Hominem post is titled 'Permission Statement'. Opppss. You missed that. You actually thought the title was Ad Hominem and then you wondered what the fuck that ment. Yeah, the title is "Permission Statment".
"What we are seeing today on the web -- discounting the plethora of corporate spew -- is the emergence of ourselves as human beings discovering what it means to be human. If you're not doing that, do it. Spook yourself. If you're already spooked, don't quit now. We've only begun to scratch the surface. Why is the net getting so much pushback from the top-down hierarchies of power that freak if they can't control everything. Because it's working, that's why. We're giving ourselves permission to be outlaws"
Let's have an honest talk.
Yo are so proper and nice and would never be an outlaw.
You secretly dream of being an outlaw but not actually being one in the light of day.
You would never stand in front of a buldozer but you will cry for those who did.
Being Human is Outlawed.
Outlawed? Who outlawed it?
Possible answer coming ..... bada bing... drum rolls.
Watch out. Here it comes.
You.
Congratulations.
You passed the law.
You wrote the law.
You enforce the law.
You Outlawed 'Being Human' for yourself.
You are safe.
You will die safe, unused, hardly a scratch on you (unless you stand in front of a bulldozer)
And you thought it was some High School teacher or a teller at the bank or your father or your mother or Department of Motor Vehicles. Nope. it was You all along. You just didn't know aobut it. You just didn't know that it was You who revoked the Permission to remain Human. (No, you don't have to stand in front of a bulldozer)
And now... Enter Seth Godin.
State your permission
Friday, March 14, 2003
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
mailer sees beast
America had been putting up with the ongoing expansion of the corporation into American life since the end of World War II. It had been the money cow to the United States. But it had also been a filthy cow that gave off foul gases of mendacity and manipulation by an extreme emphasis on advertising. Put less into the product but kowtow to its marketing. Marketing was a beast and a force that succeeded in taking America away from most of us. It succeeded in making the world an uglier place to live in since the Second World War. One has only to cite fifty-story high-rise architecture as inspired in form as a Kleenex box with balconies, shopping malls encircled by low-level condominiums, superhighways with their vistas into the void; and, beneath it all, the pall of plastic, ubiquitous plastic, there to numb an infant's tactile senses, plastic, front-runner in the competition to see which new substance could make the world more disagreeable. To the degree that we have distributed this crud all over the globe, we were already wielding a species of world hegemony. We were exporting the all-pervasive aesthetic emptiness of the most powerful American corporations. There were no new cathedrals being built for the poor— only sixteen-story urban-renewal housing projects that sat on the soul like jail. 02.20.03
America had been putting up with the ongoing expansion of the corporation into American life since the end of World War II. It had been the money cow to the United States. But it had also been a filthy cow that gave off foul gases of mendacity and manipulation by an extreme emphasis on advertising. Put less into the product but kowtow to its marketing. Marketing was a beast and a force that succeeded in taking America away from most of us. It succeeded in making the world an uglier place to live in since the Second World War. One has only to cite fifty-story high-rise architecture as inspired in form as a Kleenex box with balconies, shopping malls encircled by low-level condominiums, superhighways with their vistas into the void; and, beneath it all, the pall of plastic, ubiquitous plastic, there to numb an infant's tactile senses, plastic, front-runner in the competition to see which new substance could make the world more disagreeable. To the degree that we have distributed this crud all over the globe, we were already wielding a species of world hegemony. We were exporting the all-pervasive aesthetic emptiness of the most powerful American corporations. There were no new cathedrals being built for the poor— only sixteen-story urban-renewal housing projects that sat on the soul like jail.
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Gonzo Intermission
J Mays has posted our email exchange about 73 different things worth talking about. One of them is duck tape. Enjoy and join in. More to come tonight.
Monday, March 10, 2003
Shutting it--Just like here
How do you know if you were touched by a real E.T. type of company? When there is a bit of silence. Not because they have forgotten you as customer. Because they remembered that you are one. Call it marketing on Sleeping Pills.
Thursday, March 06, 2003
World of Ends
David and Doc explain the nature of the internet in terms anyone can understand.
Just go there now and read it.
Just go there now and read it.
Unfamous Quotations
And now deep thoughts from Marek J
"Circumlocution is a duck tape of literature"
Bada Bing
"Circumlocution is a duck tape of literature"
Bada Bing
Here Here Fishrush
And now greetings to Fishrush.
Here and here. Then there is more here, but not there because we can only have it here, here, here and some more here which doesn't point to there and now it's here.
[Update] There is more here, here and here.
[later...] and more here as well.
Bada Bing here but not there
Here and here. Then there is more here, but not there because we can only have it here, here, here and some more here which doesn't point to there and now it's here.
[Update] There is more here, here and here.
[later...] and more here as well.
Bada Bing here but not there
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
Memetic engineering
Do please come and join the bovine fun at the Raging Cow parody weblog. I wonder if Google Adwords will be smart enough to make the obvious correlation?
So while we are talking about context and language...I bring forth from Gehenna a message:
When context fails completely — flatlines — it's as if you just landed from another planet. And anyway, you might as well have. Do you remember how all this got going? I sure don't. I do recall one day I was going to the grocery store. This was in Sunnyvale, California, circa 1956. I was maybe nine years old. I stopped stock still in the middle of the road and suddenly knew I was alive. That's how it happened for me. Don't know about you.
When context fails completely — flatlines — it's as if you just landed from another planet. And anyway, you might as well have. Do you remember how all this got going? I sure don't. I do recall one day I was going to the grocery store. This was in Sunnyvale, California, circa 1956. I was maybe nine years old. I stopped stock still in the middle of the road and suddenly knew I was alive. That's how it happened for me. Don't know about you.
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
oooh marek, t'is hard!
Marek, I'm reading your translations below--yours and the one not yours--and I need more time before my test. This is hard. I need to print out and study. I don't know if this white text prints. I hope so. I have never ever printed a blog before. You have made this a first for me. I may never print it, but please understand I am printing it now in my head.
If your point is that google will never be able to bridge the language of human language for us, I know. You are right. The subtleties, the beauty, you can only know when you are wrapped in your Polish cloak or your English cloak. But how will I read others, your friends from Poland, your enemies, one day? Maybe they all go through you. Maybe You become the trusted source, the bridge, you and those like you, those we can trust with our words.
now, back to figuring out how to print a blog.
damn you.
If your point is that google will never be able to bridge the language of human language for us, I know. You are right. The subtleties, the beauty, you can only know when you are wrapped in your Polish cloak or your English cloak. But how will I read others, your friends from Poland, your enemies, one day? Maybe they all go through you. Maybe You become the trusted source, the bridge, you and those like you, those we can trust with our words.
now, back to figuring out how to print a blog.
damn you.
PREFACIO
W Gombrowicz in a prefacio to a spanish edition explains two main motifs of Ferdydurke.
"Los dos problemas capitales de Ferdydurke son: el de la Inmadurez y el de la Forma. Es un hecho que los hombres están obligados a ocultar su inmadurez, pues a la exteriorización sólo se presta lo que ya está maduro en nosotros. Ferdydurke plantea esta pregunta: ¿no véis que vuestra madurez exterior es una ficción y que todo lo que podéis expresar no corresponde a vuestra realidad intima? Mientras fingÃs ser maduros vivÃs, en realidad, en un mundo bien distinto. Si no lográis juntar de algún modo más estrecho esos dos mundos, la cultura será siempre para vosotros un instrumento de engaño.
Pero Ferdydurke no sólo se ocupa de lo que podrÃamos llamar la inmadurez natural del hombre. sino ante todo de la inmadurez, lograda por medios artificiales: es decir que un hombre empuja al otro en la inmadurez y que también –¡qué raro!– del mismo modo actúa la cultura. Existen muchas razones por las cuales uno tiene interés en que otro caiga en la inmadurez, pero la más importante es nuestro amor por la inmadurez en sÃ. Ahora, la cultura infantiliza al hombre porque ella tiende a desarrollarse mecánicamente y por lo tanto le supera y se aleja de él"
So there you have it. Commence ifantilizing. I mean, please continue...
"Los dos problemas capitales de Ferdydurke son: el de la Inmadurez y el de la Forma. Es un hecho que los hombres están obligados a ocultar su inmadurez, pues a la exteriorización sólo se presta lo que ya está maduro en nosotros. Ferdydurke plantea esta pregunta: ¿no véis que vuestra madurez exterior es una ficción y que todo lo que podéis expresar no corresponde a vuestra realidad intima? Mientras fingÃs ser maduros vivÃs, en realidad, en un mundo bien distinto. Si no lográis juntar de algún modo más estrecho esos dos mundos, la cultura será siempre para vosotros un instrumento de engaño.
Pero Ferdydurke no sólo se ocupa de lo que podrÃamos llamar la inmadurez natural del hombre. sino ante todo de la inmadurez, lograda por medios artificiales: es decir que un hombre empuja al otro en la inmadurez y que también –¡qué raro!– del mismo modo actúa la cultura. Existen muchas razones por las cuales uno tiene interés en que otro caiga en la inmadurez, pero la más importante es nuestro amor por la inmadurez en sÃ. Ahora, la cultura infantiliza al hombre porque ella tiende a desarrollarse mecánicamente y por lo tanto le supera y se aleja de él"
So there you have it. Commence ifantilizing. I mean, please continue...
Sunday, March 02, 2003
New Sheriff
As far as what possessed Jeneane your guess is as good as mine, but she has recently made me an administrator of this, well, I'm not sure what to call it. First one to try to validate it, though, is first one off.
Ferdydurke Forms of Infantilizing Humanity
I was thinking aobut all these conversations about Conversations and your seeing my seeing your world in my eyes or you seeing your seeing of the world in mine, and me seeing your seeing my world in your eyes, and translations and translatabitlity of worlds constructed from Forms of glimpses, glances, touch, text, voice. Ready made forms of Language of glimpses, voice, text, body. The Forms for distinguishing, marking of, the unsayable richness of humanness and locking parts of that richness into ready-madeness of translatability (after all I will never know how it feels like for a woman to have an orgasm. The best I can do with is some sort of medium of transletability from the actual Orgasm to it's representation in Forms of glimpses, glances, touch, text, voice...)
So to see what I can do with this (translatability and not orgasm) I have taken few sentences to translate from Polish into English. I got my copy of 'Ferdydurke' by Witold Gombrowicz in Polish and (just arrived from Amazon) copy in English translated by Danuta Borchardt and compared a short passage. I decided to make my own translation to see how I could say it in English. At first I translated the whole thing in less than 5 minutes. Then I labored on two sentences for 2 hours trying to make it closer to how I read it. I was engaged in the battle of Forms (since Ferdydurke is very much about Forms and how humans stuff other humans humanness into predefined Forms... well, it's a great book, written in 1937, translated from Polish few years ago.)
Anyway, here is my Loosely joined translation from Polish circa March of 2003:
"... it happens sometimes,that a morbid dream takes us to a land where everything mires, bogs and chokes us because it reminds us about the t i m e of o u r y o u t h - so young, therefore too old for us, out-of-date and anachronic. No torment could ever equal the torment of such a dream, such a land. There can be nothing more horrifying than to revisit the matters which one has outgrown, those old, adolescent, matters of immaturity once pushed aside, filed and closed... for example the matter of innocence. Oh, threefold wise are those who live solely concerned with current events, with the concerns of adults in the prime of their life, leaving outdated and worn out problems to old shrews. Because the choice of problems to address and be concerned with is immenseley important to individuals and to entire nations, yet so often we'll witness that an astute and mature person confronting mature matters becomes, in the flick of an eye, painfully immature when interjected with matters too childish or too oldish - and incompatible with the spirit of the times and the rythms of history. Truly, there is no easier way of inflicting naiveté and infantilizing humanity than by insinuating those kinds of concerns"
Here is Danuta's translation
"...Sometimes a morbid dream will take us to a land where everything chokes us, corrupts and inhibits us because it pertains to the t i m e of o u r y o u t h and is therefore young, yet it has now become outworn, old, and archaic, and there is no torment equal to the torment of such a dream, such a land. There is nothing more horrible than to delve into issues one has long outgrown, the old issues of youth and immaturity that have long since been pushed into a corner and settled... for example the question of innocence. Oh, threefold wise are they who live solely by today's concerns, the concerns of maturity and of the prime of life, leaving outdated problems to elderly aunts. Because making the choice as to the subject matter and the issues one will address is immensely important to the individual, just as it is to entire nations, and we so often see that a person who is mature and sagacious in his dealings with mature matters becomes, in the twinkling of an eye, painfully immature when confronted with matters that are too puerile or too far in the past- and incompatible with the spirit of the times and the rhythm of history. Truly, there is no easier way of inflicting naivete and infatilizing than by presenting it with problems of this kind"
I will spare you the Polish version.
Before we proceed with the rest of this essay please give me some feedback on two versions and what you saw in the Forms presented.
Thanks
So to see what I can do with this (translatability and not orgasm) I have taken few sentences to translate from Polish into English. I got my copy of 'Ferdydurke' by Witold Gombrowicz in Polish and (just arrived from Amazon) copy in English translated by Danuta Borchardt and compared a short passage. I decided to make my own translation to see how I could say it in English. At first I translated the whole thing in less than 5 minutes. Then I labored on two sentences for 2 hours trying to make it closer to how I read it. I was engaged in the battle of Forms (since Ferdydurke is very much about Forms and how humans stuff other humans humanness into predefined Forms... well, it's a great book, written in 1937, translated from Polish few years ago.)
Anyway, here is my Loosely joined translation from Polish circa March of 2003:
"... it happens sometimes,that a morbid dream takes us to a land where everything mires, bogs and chokes us because it reminds us about the t i m e of o u r y o u t h - so young, therefore too old for us, out-of-date and anachronic. No torment could ever equal the torment of such a dream, such a land. There can be nothing more horrifying than to revisit the matters which one has outgrown, those old, adolescent, matters of immaturity once pushed aside, filed and closed... for example the matter of innocence. Oh, threefold wise are those who live solely concerned with current events, with the concerns of adults in the prime of their life, leaving outdated and worn out problems to old shrews. Because the choice of problems to address and be concerned with is immenseley important to individuals and to entire nations, yet so often we'll witness that an astute and mature person confronting mature matters becomes, in the flick of an eye, painfully immature when interjected with matters too childish or too oldish - and incompatible with the spirit of the times and the rythms of history. Truly, there is no easier way of inflicting naiveté and infantilizing humanity than by insinuating those kinds of concerns"
Here is Danuta's translation
"...Sometimes a morbid dream will take us to a land where everything chokes us, corrupts and inhibits us because it pertains to the t i m e of o u r y o u t h and is therefore young, yet it has now become outworn, old, and archaic, and there is no torment equal to the torment of such a dream, such a land. There is nothing more horrible than to delve into issues one has long outgrown, the old issues of youth and immaturity that have long since been pushed into a corner and settled... for example the question of innocence. Oh, threefold wise are they who live solely by today's concerns, the concerns of maturity and of the prime of life, leaving outdated problems to elderly aunts. Because making the choice as to the subject matter and the issues one will address is immensely important to the individual, just as it is to entire nations, and we so often see that a person who is mature and sagacious in his dealings with mature matters becomes, in the twinkling of an eye, painfully immature when confronted with matters that are too puerile or too far in the past- and incompatible with the spirit of the times and the rhythm of history. Truly, there is no easier way of inflicting naivete and infatilizing than by presenting it with problems of this kind"
I will spare you the Polish version.
Before we proceed with the rest of this essay please give me some feedback on two versions and what you saw in the Forms presented.
Thanks
Saturday, March 01, 2003
SXSW Austin Texas
I just decided to go and hang out and see what's up. Call me if you want to meet up. 214 7070 6306 or email
The truth will make you free
Oh, My Brazil.
Brazil...
Where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured someday soon...
We kissed...
And clung together
Then...
Tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away *
With still a million things to say
Now...
When twilight dims the skies above **
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of
Return...
I will...
to old...
BRAZIL.
The truth will make you free but first it will piss you off.
And so it goes. The movie Brazil. My neurosis. Growing up in Poland. Proper Paperwork. This Paper doesn't have a proper stamp. It's not stamped correctly. That will be 20 zlotys. Sign here. We will not accept this paper untill it's stamped. My Brazil baby. We kissed.
But they said there are other places on the planet. Warmer places. With genuine smiles. Amerika they called it. I called it my Brazil. Were hearts were entertainig June. We stood beneath the amber moon....well, scratch that. She went to Germany.
Brazil. The masked-man is going to make me better. I am better already. My neurosis have been cured. Nothing to write about any more. I pay my taxes and mow my lawn on Saturday mornings. Good morning. Good morning. Good morning.
Brazil. I can't shake off that silly past that's constantly in my eyes. What a pupass this is. (Pupass is a way of calling sombody infantile. I made this word up from pupa in polish. Well, if you ever read Ferdydurke you know what I mean.)
So anyway. Pupass. It's been a lot of Pupass recently. Infantile extravagance with Bada Bing moments. Please move on. There is nothing to see here. Brazil. When will you leave me alone?
Brazil...
Where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured someday soon...
We kissed...
And clung together
Then...
Tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away *
With still a million things to say
Now...
When twilight dims the skies above **
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of
Return...
I will...
to old...
BRAZIL.
The truth will make you free but first it will piss you off.
And so it goes. The movie Brazil. My neurosis. Growing up in Poland. Proper Paperwork. This Paper doesn't have a proper stamp. It's not stamped correctly. That will be 20 zlotys. Sign here. We will not accept this paper untill it's stamped. My Brazil baby. We kissed.
But they said there are other places on the planet. Warmer places. With genuine smiles. Amerika they called it. I called it my Brazil. Were hearts were entertainig June. We stood beneath the amber moon....well, scratch that. She went to Germany.
Brazil. The masked-man is going to make me better. I am better already. My neurosis have been cured. Nothing to write about any more. I pay my taxes and mow my lawn on Saturday mornings. Good morning. Good morning. Good morning.
Brazil. I can't shake off that silly past that's constantly in my eyes. What a pupass this is. (Pupass is a way of calling sombody infantile. I made this word up from pupa in polish. Well, if you ever read Ferdydurke you know what I mean.)
So anyway. Pupass. It's been a lot of Pupass recently. Infantile extravagance with Bada Bing moments. Please move on. There is nothing to see here. Brazil. When will you leave me alone?
Friday, February 28, 2003
eBay profits from airport confiscations
The California Department of General Services is taking potentially dangerous items confiscated from passengers at airports in Oakland and Sacramento and putting them up for bids on eBay.com. And plans are underway to start hawking items seized from passengers at airports in Los Angeles, Ontario, California and Orange County....The most common items are probably Swiss Army knives and corkscrews, ... and hatchets" - more...
and Cake guys sing
"They laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts
that bounce on his Italian leather sofa."
and Cake guys sing
"They laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts
that bounce on his Italian leather sofa."
Gonzo Lawn Ornaments
It would be peculiar to find out from Jennifer how she got us spammed in the first place. I have sent here a friendly letter. Well, one line really "Jennifer, who can I help?" but no replay arrived yet. and Kevin, I did not find the tasteful ornaments but it was Matrullo who shoved it up my inbox. Of course I also need to understand this Power Law distribution so I can construct some crazy arguments to throw at Shirky. Thanks Kevin for doing that... I think we need to set up comments on this blog, hm, and redesign a bit. Need more blood red and more bullet holes. I will get right to it, right after that case study with Lawn Ornaments... Jennifer?!, Jennifer???!!! Reply back or we'll let the state of washington know you are shamelessly engaged in illegal spam manufacturing.
Thursday, February 27, 2003
Lawn ornaments and an offtopic question (if such an animal actually exists on this blog)
Re: Lawn Ornaments company. This would be an interesting case study. Compare the profits of the spammer company to the results produced from going "gonzo". It also might be a interesting book - "Lawn Ornaments: from spam to gonzo", or something like that. Gonzo concepts sometimes appear to be somewhat nebulous and hard (if not impossible?) to implement. It would be interesting to see how the Income Statement (real profits and real dollars) would change in a small company such as this one during and after the "transformation".
Offtopically, How doese one search Google News?
I don't understand how to do this and am certain that there's an easy solution. Let's say you want to search the daily news headlines for ALL the news EXCEPT certain topics (i.e. bush, blair, "jesus was a stoner", fish, "saints calling all the little children into ebenezer's netherland"). On the advanced search site, there is a box FIND RESULTS WITHOUT THE WORDS BOX, but when I enter my excluded words into that box, this is what's returns. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! How does one enter the equivilent of *.* star-dot-star into the "Find results with all of the words" Google Box? | Comments/help/suggestions. (Thanks for any help)
Offtopically, How doese one search Google News?
I don't understand how to do this and am certain that there's an easy solution. Let's say you want to search the daily news headlines for ALL the news EXCEPT certain topics (i.e. bush, blair, "jesus was a stoner", fish, "saints calling all the little children into ebenezer's netherland"). On the advanced search site, there is a box FIND RESULTS WITHOUT THE WORDS BOX, but when I enter my excluded words into that box, this is what's returns. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! How does one enter the equivilent of *.* star-dot-star into the "Find results with all of the words" Google Box? | Comments/help/suggestions. (Thanks for any help)
Gonzo Lawn Ornaments
Frank, Marek, Denise, Micheal, Tom and I received an odd spam about buying lawn ornaments online. Marek found some more to his taste elsewhere. I looked a bit closer and discovered someone in need of a clue:
We aren't in business without your help!
We need and appriciate your feedback and and comments; Ideas for improvement are always welcome. So, please feel free to contact us by mail, phone or e-mail:
*AAA* Gift Idea
1723 E Mallon
Spokane, WA 99202
1-509-534-5243
e-mail: harshfree@msn.com
I passed this on to the cluetrain mailing list, soliciting marketing clues,and copying the address above. I got a reply at once:
On Wednesday, February 26, 2003, at 09:50 PM, JENNIFER HARSHMAN wrote:
Kevin,
I just received your email. Did I request this information from you? I do like the idea. I have no clue if you are a marketing company or what. I'm sorry I don't recall your name, I spent a lot of time trying to advertise my company. So let me know what's up with this.
So I responded:
Jennifer, you (or someone else employed by you) sent unsolicited commercial email to myself and some colleagues of mine.
This is very rude. Not only that, it is illegal under Washington State law:
http://www.wa.gov/ago/junkemail
But most of all it is not going to help you promote your business, as it just makes people cross with you.
If you are seriously interested in advertising your company on the net, you should do the following:
Sign up for the cluetrain mailing list
send a blank email to: cluetrain-subscribe@topica.com
Read Gonzo Marketing:
http://www.gonzomarkets.com/
And start a weblog:
http://blogger.com
I'll keep you in touch wiht furtehr developments.
We aren't in business without your help!
We need and appriciate your feedback and and comments; Ideas for improvement are always welcome. So, please feel free to contact us by mail, phone or e-mail:
*AAA* Gift Idea
1723 E Mallon
Spokane, WA 99202
1-509-534-5243
e-mail: harshfree@msn.com
I passed this on to the cluetrain mailing list, soliciting marketing clues,and copying the address above. I got a reply at once:
On Wednesday, February 26, 2003, at 09:50 PM, JENNIFER HARSHMAN wrote:
Kevin,
I just received your email. Did I request this information from you? I do like the idea. I have no clue if you are a marketing company or what. I'm sorry I don't recall your name, I spent a lot of time trying to advertise my company. So let me know what's up with this.
So I responded:
Jennifer, you (or someone else employed by you) sent unsolicited commercial email to myself and some colleagues of mine.
This is very rude. Not only that, it is illegal under Washington State law:
http://www.wa.gov/ago/junkemail
But most of all it is not going to help you promote your business, as it just makes people cross with you.
If you are seriously interested in advertising your company on the net, you should do the following:
Sign up for the cluetrain mailing list
send a blank email to: cluetrain-subscribe@topica.com
Read Gonzo Marketing:
http://www.gonzomarkets.com/
And start a weblog:
http://blogger.com
I'll keep you in touch wiht furtehr developments.
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
Kikkoman. Kikkoman.
Show me. Show you. Kikkoman. Tarakalasu. Tibu Tibu Tibu Didi Didi. Kikkoman. Teki ka. Sharaka. Kikkoman. Show me. Show you. KikkoMaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....nnnn!!! O Right! (via Dave Bary)
.... and then I said
I have been a bad girl. Yeah Baby! B A D. BBBBBaaaaaaD.....BBAAAAA DDAA BING BAD girl.
Good Girl, Bad Girl, but not dirty girl
She had me at hello:
"On one level, I'm absolutely delighted and surprised with the success of these books," Tuttle says. "On another level, there's a part of me that intuitively sensed there was something here and that there would be a lot of women who would respond to an open invitation to unleash their inner wild."
Then came the filter. Tone down that wild. Leash the unleashing.
"...it's not about dressing like a slut and sleeping around. That's pretty unimaginative as far as I'm concerned."
Almost there. Almost.
"It's cool to be able to turn your own neurosis into a cottage industry," she says
Now we are there. Dig your humanity.
"On one level, I'm absolutely delighted and surprised with the success of these books," Tuttle says. "On another level, there's a part of me that intuitively sensed there was something here and that there would be a lot of women who would respond to an open invitation to unleash their inner wild."
Then came the filter. Tone down that wild. Leash the unleashing.
"...it's not about dressing like a slut and sleeping around. That's pretty unimaginative as far as I'm concerned."
Almost there. Almost.
"It's cool to be able to turn your own neurosis into a cottage industry," she says
Now we are there. Dig your humanity.
Said She, Said He. Said They. Said He. Said I.
Said she: "This day is a day I dreamed about my entire life. I see smiles and laughter. I see babies and grandbabies. I see comfort and safety. I see me in a white dress, and I see it with you…I can now tell you without reservation that I am in love with you."
Said he: "I love you with every ounce of who I am and offer you my hand, my heart and soul and my love, forever, if you’ll have it."
Said ABC: "Oh God, please let us beat American Idol in the ratings tonight."
Said I: "what a show "
Said he: "I love you with every ounce of who I am and offer you my hand, my heart and soul and my love, forever, if you’ll have it."
Said ABC: "Oh God, please let us beat American Idol in the ratings tonight."
Said I: "what a show "
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
on...Your mouth getting washed out with soap
Below Marek's response to Tom's Post concerning language. This nugget popped out:
We need translators. Those shamans of old who speak both the language of the tribe and the language of the gods. We need translators who can live in one language and then shift and live in another. We need language travelers. Language shifters. The world is much richer than the best constructions of English language can ever reveal.
That whole "boy goes away from the village to big city and comes back and village now sucks" thingy comes to mind. Not the message of Marek , yet I wonder. I wonder about this whole thing of change. I have friends who are damn set on keeping their "language" pure. Their God. Their jobs. Their microwave dinners. Don't change things comes the reply when bringing up different languages.
Some of us embrace change/new languages like a needle full of good stuff. We dig. It is our juice. Almost. Don't be raving against our machine though. I suspect many of us that do this danged journal thing are such folk. Where is my f'n point....
How do you inspire people to change? Don't gimme those damned answers that consultants give CEO's. How do you speak to people in their language while bringing them into awareness of something new? Something other. Holy? How do WE get THEM to see it. Shit. That is it.
We already have to much we and them. That guts language (at first). Starts wars. Makes you different than me. You are not. Not in that place where we all run and hide. The place where no one sees. That is the gene they need to find.
I want to throw on a Russian skin and speak the language of Ruskis. Gimme. Yet, I don't know how NOT to be different.
We need translators. Those shamans of old who speak both the language of the tribe and the language of the gods. We need translators who can live in one language and then shift and live in another. We need language travelers. Language shifters. The world is much richer than the best constructions of English language can ever reveal.
That whole "boy goes away from the village to big city and comes back and village now sucks" thingy comes to mind. Not the message of Marek , yet I wonder. I wonder about this whole thing of change. I have friends who are damn set on keeping their "language" pure. Their God. Their jobs. Their microwave dinners. Don't change things comes the reply when bringing up different languages.
Some of us embrace change/new languages like a needle full of good stuff. We dig. It is our juice. Almost. Don't be raving against our machine though. I suspect many of us that do this danged journal thing are such folk. Where is my f'n point....
How do you inspire people to change? Don't gimme those damned answers that consultants give CEO's. How do you speak to people in their language while bringing them into awareness of something new? Something other. Holy? How do WE get THEM to see it. Shit. That is it.
We already have to much we and them. That guts language (at first). Starts wars. Makes you different than me. You are not. Not in that place where we all run and hide. The place where no one sees. That is the gene they need to find.
I want to throw on a Russian skin and speak the language of Ruskis. Gimme. Yet, I don't know how NOT to be different.
And the point that is
Crazy was the point. Now, not only to I get to suck up what everyone on the redcarpet wears. Now, I get to clothe my avatars. Unbelieveable. Marek wrote a piece about consumption and MTV a while back (would link but yeah). Consume baby or we will force feed you.
Monday, February 24, 2003
Of Anxieties and wanting to be There but not Here
and There we go again. I have no idea what this post from Jscott is about. Was he drinking? I thought he was going to write something brilliant and instead we got this squashed shit. Dude, get a grip man.
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