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.

Can a Systems Thinker become an Entrepreneur

Via Corante we chance upon this article called The Entrepreneur as a Systems Thinker: A Revolution in the Making As I was reading this article the first words out of my imaginary mouth were YES! - YES! like I am having an orgasm - because somebody has finally nailed it. The Systems Thinker.

Oy, are we in trouble now Bruner. Oy, are you gonna be a pig now! - "Gonzo Marketing" I said to myself outloud; I have been thinking about capturing that one distinction that's hidden there in the book; well, not hidden but hidden from view if you are looking at parts only - that one distinction of Gonzo Marketing is Systems Thinking; as a whole and not a sum of it's parts. The system as a oneness in its entirety and not the whole as all of it combines, not enumerated and added but indivisible body.

So I dove into this article and I was completely suprised that such an article could be written, and Michael Gerber dares to say that it's a Revolution in the Making. Oy Bruner, You Pig! A Systems Thinker, Ay?!

So! So? Hm. Can I ever become an etrepreneur? And that's the problem. Because I don't know what that is. I don't know what 'Being Entrepreneur' is. Is it being a Systems Thinker? Hold on. I am babbling here. Yes, writing this article unedited as I am reading the abmentart (ABove MENTioned ARTicle)...

So let's enumerate the parts of the distinction as provided by Bruner, I mean Gerber.


What is a Systems Thinker?

1) A Systems Thinker is one who intuits and sees the whole of a thing, the entirety of it, the one-ness of it, the integrated unity of it, as opposed to merely the sum of its parts.

2) A Systems Thinker transcends the world in order to transform it.

3) A Systems Thinker is an inventor as opposed to an engineer.

4) A Systems Thinker sees purpose in everything, and sees the system as the realization of the purpose.

5) A Systems Thinker sees meaning in everything, and if not, pursues everything until the meaning becomes clear, until the System reveals itself in all its glory.

6) A Systems Thinker is possessed by the meaning of things.


... and thus Gerber concludes - "All great entrepreneurs are Systems Thinkers. All who wish to become great entrepreneurs need to learn how to become a Systems Thinker. Or, more accurately, need to develop their innate passion for seeing things whole. "; and a bit of "We are the World, We are the Children" thrown in there as well in the following words "For transcending the world. Their world. Our world. All worlds.". I think Bob Geldof would have been pround. Shit. I am proud.

OK. I wanted to write more about it but I lost interest. But anyway, being a Systems Thinker that I am I think I will go and follow the example and clean my messy desk and start becoming an Entrepreneur. The author seems to thinnk that clean desk is the way to go. OK then, I shall be teachable Systems Thinker.

I thank you humbly for your attention for the courage to read these snippets of fragmented thoughts as they collided with the possibility of emergent wholeness being born from the clarity of my frustrations. Well. Good day. Off to Poland I go to attend a Carnival. A Systems Thinker's Carnival. I even got a black suit for it and a tie too.

SFBG Guardian Guides: Bars and Clubs

SFBG Guardian Guides: Bars and Clubs : "Czech writer Jaroslav Hasek was an alcoholic anarchist who got his writing career started by writing polemics against himself under pseudonyms in the two party newspapers of Prague. When he wrote for Animal World, a magazine for Czech animal lovers, he reported on muskrat invasions and rampaging packs of collies. Under the influence, he started the Party of Moderate Progress within the Bounds of the Law, which lost despite the free pocket aquarium offered to anyone who voted for them. "

Yes, I am a member but not as Progressive as others.

This morning at 7am I read a post at Wealthbondage about Hasek and Svejk. Then I walked to my library and picked "Good Solider Svejk" book. There I sat in the glow of the computer monitor, the kitchen light; drinking coffee, reading the absburdities and bathing my mind in fresh laugher of Wednesday morning's madness. And there 7am I was Svejk. Maybe I am Svejk pretending to be Marek J. Feels like it sometimes.

Anyway. Random link on Hasek:
Members, Past Members and Future Members and Not-Ever Members of The Party of 'Sligth and Mild and Not Too Much" Progress Within the Limits of the Law (Always within the Limits) have gathered together Marking the 120th anniversary of the most famous Chech writer Jaroslav Hasek's birth.

A Glimpse Into The Beginning of Madness

Here is where the
madness began. "They killed him in Sarajevo, Mr. Švejk. They shot him with a revolver as he was riding with that archduchess of his in an automobile."

Tupak Chopra

Rageboy is promoting a new Tupak Chopra album There is an excellent song on the album called "Bruner, You Pig!". 5 stars rating on this one. Tupak is rocking. Good music for pigging out.

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