Saturday, September 13, 2003
Dario Fo
Dario Fo: "The Nobel Prize in Literature 1997 awarded to Dario Fo 'who emulates the jesters of the Middle Ages in scourging authority and upholding the dignity of the downtrodden"
Online NewsHour: Nobel Prize for Literature: Dario Fo -- October 9, 1997
Online NewsHour: Nobel Prize for Literature: Dario Fo -- October 9, 1997: "It's very hard to describe Dario Fo plots because they are anarchic. And all of them deal with subverting either church ideology or government ideology or capitalism in some way by refusing to do something--in this case refusing to pay for goods that were substandard. All of his plays in some way tackle basic givens, societal givens, and question why society is set up that way, and why some people have and some people don't. In a sense I think that's the role of any great clown is to make us look at ourselves in a defamiliarized way"
Online NewsHour: Nobel Prize for Literature: Dario Fo -- October 9, 1997
Online NewsHour: Nobel Prize for Literature: Dario Fo -- October 9, 1997: "A clown in the deepest sense of the word"
Dario Fo - The Birth of the Jongleur
Dario Fo - The Birth of the Jongleur: " I was not born a jongleur; I didn't suddenly turn up as I am now, with a sudden gust from the skies and, hopla, there I was: 'Good day... Hello.' No! I am the result of a miracle! A miracle which was carried out on me. Do you believe me? This is how it came about! I was born a peasant.
A peasant? Yes,"
A peasant? Yes,"
Dario Fo - The Birth of the Jongleur
Dario Fo - The Birth of the Jongleur: "Kind people, gather round and listen. The jongleur is here! I am the jongleur. I leap and pirouette, and make you laugh. I make fun of those in power, and I show you how puffed up and conceited are the bigshots who go around making wars in which we are the ones who get slaughtered. I reveal them for what they are. I pull out the plug, and... pssss... they deflate. Gather round, for now is the time and place that I begin to clown and teach you."
Monday, September 01, 2003
Monday, June 23, 2003
Saturday, May 10, 2003
Disney wants your dirty hands off their lovable Pooh
Disney Cheats? No. No. I don't think it's possible.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/3015721.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/3015721.stm
Thursday, May 08, 2003
ghastly greens
As any infant who ever stared down overdone leafy greens in terror will verify, there is one aesthetic lesson learnt well in early life: if it’s good for you, it must also look horrid. Treats with a sugar content geared to the junior palate are packaged well in primary colours and, even when unwrapped, excite the gaze as much as the metabolism. Wholesome food products, by contrast, such as ‘health’ bars, muesli or indeed anything with a surplus of oats, seem to take their design cue from government issue text books.
Coco, the Coco Pops monkey, is a striking psychedelic rebel whom I would have very much liked to have free-based cane sugar with as a child. An enticing dealer, Coco continues to tempt small persons into his yellow world of compromised values and high glucose thrills. Look at Quaker Food's product range. It simply appears as though it was designed by the world’s least thrilling pharmacist. Oatmeal, although really quite agreeable, looks like medicine to the childish eye. Coco Pops are packaged as an irresistible dose of contraband.
One matures, makes personal purchasing decisions and, presumably, discovers that both spinach and breakfast carbs might be acceptably prepared and eaten. The graphic lessons of childhood, however, are indelibly writ: if it’s wholesome or if it is worthy, it MUST be as ugly as sin.
An stockpile of dietary advice across the last few decades has transported many consumers from saturated fat dependence. Persuasive packaging aside, we have acquired the skill of swallowing vegetables, lean meat and grains all on our own. Without the help of pretty boxes or, indeed, mom.
Adult consumers might very well wise up in a culinary sense. Many of us overcome nutritional guilt in our twenties. We can hurl garbanzo beans or lentils into our carts and our digestive tracts without a second thought. Yet, a new kind of consumer guilt has supplanted the old. The shame we once reserved for the damage we were doing to our guts is now afforded to the damage we could be doing to the planet.
A new kind of guilt demands a new kind of Hair Shirt packaging. The graphic design creed If It’s Virtuous, It’s Gotta Look Crap is now amply applied to environmentally friendly product lines.
SAFE toilet tissue is a decent product. The job for which it is intended is adequately done. I am an adult consumer unafraid of the legumes and high fibre victuals aforementioned and my research finds that this toilet paper is of a respectable grade. So WHY does it look so darn awful? I am mildly pleased, I guess, to discover that it is wrapped in ‘biodegradable’ paper (as opposed to that other kind of nasty paper made from polythene trees that does not degrade) and is wrought from virgin plantation pine pulp and recycled clean office waste. I am utterly confident that no dolphin’s blow hole was obstructed in the making of this product. I am, however, aghast by its design elements. Specifically
(1) There is a great big Check forming the ‘A’ in the SAFE logo. Excuse me? I am a cranky 34 year old woman who many years ago ditched her desire to please Professional Educators. I do not care to be given an ‘A” for effort, neatness nor anything else and I DO NOT crave a ruddy great check. As a relatively green consumer, I am pleased to learn that only virgin plantations and office recycling bins have been violated en route to my fundament. I did not at any point, however, in making my FMCG choice ask for some upright hippie’s approval. I do not want to be awarded a grade. In selecting SAFE toilet tissue, a secret covenant was forged between my anus and the earth. The ‘check’ is a hindrance. The environmental Bell Curve just gives former fans of Coco the Cheeky Monkey license to rebel. No gold star nor green check on my forehead, or anywhere else, thank you.
(2) The ghastly type-face. Family friendly and sans-serif, the SAFE font blares faux-innocence and triple fronted brick veneer. There are many people who do not, even if they have reproduced, wish to be reminded of children’s hand-writing. What in the good earth’s name could a kid’s scrawl possibly hope to sell apart from toffee at a mini fete?
Erath Choice dishwashing liquid does the job. In utter candour, it is infinitely more cost effective than many other non-Green brands. Again with the colossal graphic design failure! A World Book Encyclopaedia circa 1983 type ‘Blue Planet’ is the crest of this product. Australia is facing the viewer and night appears to be falling across my continent. Which, if you ask me, only serves to remind slovenly house-keepers that it’s twilight and we still haven’t done the frigging dishes. Morning Fresh, by contrast, offers a rising sun and complete sterility. Naturally, there are more amorphous bush type leaves and indistinct lines.
As you will have observed, dolphins are frolicking on many Enviro-loving household cleaning items. This is also beyond my ken.
There is no need for the High Moral Ground to be entirely decorated for people without a design clue. Let’s get market share and masterful graphic minds on the green products case.
Coco, the Coco Pops monkey, is a striking psychedelic rebel whom I would have very much liked to have free-based cane sugar with as a child. An enticing dealer, Coco continues to tempt small persons into his yellow world of compromised values and high glucose thrills. Look at Quaker Food's product range. It simply appears as though it was designed by the world’s least thrilling pharmacist. Oatmeal, although really quite agreeable, looks like medicine to the childish eye. Coco Pops are packaged as an irresistible dose of contraband.
One matures, makes personal purchasing decisions and, presumably, discovers that both spinach and breakfast carbs might be acceptably prepared and eaten. The graphic lessons of childhood, however, are indelibly writ: if it’s wholesome or if it is worthy, it MUST be as ugly as sin.
An stockpile of dietary advice across the last few decades has transported many consumers from saturated fat dependence. Persuasive packaging aside, we have acquired the skill of swallowing vegetables, lean meat and grains all on our own. Without the help of pretty boxes or, indeed, mom.
Adult consumers might very well wise up in a culinary sense. Many of us overcome nutritional guilt in our twenties. We can hurl garbanzo beans or lentils into our carts and our digestive tracts without a second thought. Yet, a new kind of consumer guilt has supplanted the old. The shame we once reserved for the damage we were doing to our guts is now afforded to the damage we could be doing to the planet.
A new kind of guilt demands a new kind of Hair Shirt packaging. The graphic design creed If It’s Virtuous, It’s Gotta Look Crap is now amply applied to environmentally friendly product lines.
SAFE toilet tissue is a decent product. The job for which it is intended is adequately done. I am an adult consumer unafraid of the legumes and high fibre victuals aforementioned and my research finds that this toilet paper is of a respectable grade. So WHY does it look so darn awful? I am mildly pleased, I guess, to discover that it is wrapped in ‘biodegradable’ paper (as opposed to that other kind of nasty paper made from polythene trees that does not degrade) and is wrought from virgin plantation pine pulp and recycled clean office waste. I am utterly confident that no dolphin’s blow hole was obstructed in the making of this product. I am, however, aghast by its design elements. Specifically
(1) There is a great big Check forming the ‘A’ in the SAFE logo. Excuse me? I am a cranky 34 year old woman who many years ago ditched her desire to please Professional Educators. I do not care to be given an ‘A” for effort, neatness nor anything else and I DO NOT crave a ruddy great check. As a relatively green consumer, I am pleased to learn that only virgin plantations and office recycling bins have been violated en route to my fundament. I did not at any point, however, in making my FMCG choice ask for some upright hippie’s approval. I do not want to be awarded a grade. In selecting SAFE toilet tissue, a secret covenant was forged between my anus and the earth. The ‘check’ is a hindrance. The environmental Bell Curve just gives former fans of Coco the Cheeky Monkey license to rebel. No gold star nor green check on my forehead, or anywhere else, thank you.
(2) The ghastly type-face. Family friendly and sans-serif, the SAFE font blares faux-innocence and triple fronted brick veneer. There are many people who do not, even if they have reproduced, wish to be reminded of children’s hand-writing. What in the good earth’s name could a kid’s scrawl possibly hope to sell apart from toffee at a mini fete?
Erath Choice dishwashing liquid does the job. In utter candour, it is infinitely more cost effective than many other non-Green brands. Again with the colossal graphic design failure! A World Book Encyclopaedia circa 1983 type ‘Blue Planet’ is the crest of this product. Australia is facing the viewer and night appears to be falling across my continent. Which, if you ask me, only serves to remind slovenly house-keepers that it’s twilight and we still haven’t done the frigging dishes. Morning Fresh, by contrast, offers a rising sun and complete sterility. Naturally, there are more amorphous bush type leaves and indistinct lines.
As you will have observed, dolphins are frolicking on many Enviro-loving household cleaning items. This is also beyond my ken.
There is no need for the High Moral Ground to be entirely decorated for people without a design clue. Let’s get market share and masterful graphic minds on the green products case.
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
Post Mortem of Project Dell'Essum aka iBook'Essum Announcement
OK, I am declaring the project to raise $2000 dollars in 48 hours complete.
We failed.
We have achieved 28% of our goal. We raised $560
Thank you very very much to all of you who donated money, discount on purchases of new laptop and good wishes.
Thanks all for a great participation and being part of this failed project. We did great.
I will look at all the scores and provide you the complete statement of this project in the next 24 hours.
Please continue with life as usual (unless you still want to donate and disrupt the predictable continuity of business as usual. We are still open for donations)
Thank you and good night.
We failed.
We have achieved 28% of our goal. We raised $560
Thank you very very much to all of you who donated money, discount on purchases of new laptop and good wishes.
Thanks all for a great participation and being part of this failed project. We did great.
I will look at all the scores and provide you the complete statement of this project in the next 24 hours.
Please continue with life as usual (unless you still want to donate and disrupt the predictable continuity of business as usual. We are still open for donations)
Thank you and good night.
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
Project Dell'Essum (aka iBook'Essum) after some more hours (days even)
We have the following numers:
...Puny 43 point 23 comma 72 graziallion dollars which translates into $560 American Dollars (For those of you in Poland that's a little over 2200.00 Zlotych).
I am officially, on the record, saying here: The above numbers are pathetic. This is a huge, complete waste of time, and an utter failure at project management and one's ability to market one's strenghts to the contributing public.
I am here attempting to achieve perfection with the NoFuckingWayTM project manament methodology and as you can see I am failing miserably at producing obvious'n measurable results as projected by the goal-orientated objectivated-reality of hope and faith in the ability of an average Joe (and Joan) to be empowered powerfully with all the instant power of do-good doo doo making activity of clicking a DONATE button, so prominently displayed HERE BELOW.
So click the button and we'll send you and a companion of your choice on a trip. Imagine a trip for two to a wonderful 7 days and 3 nights vacation at the highly coveted Jesus Bunker (Sorry No Dogs allowed cause they poop and eat the lovely Chocolate Jesus figurines) Of course more about this wonderful trip will be revealed to you, and only to you, in a secret conversation on the phone from the undisclosed location after you click the DONATE button. (AS Presented above)
P.S. Some have mentioned recently that in times like these (let me enumerate: Bombs falling, Stocks falling, Employment falling, Paychecks falling etc...) that I don't pay attention to how bad things are and that I don't write inspirational posts like I used to. So for those of you please stay tuned, as soon as you DONATE to this project I will write something so fucking inspirational you will be moved to tears and your heart will break and you will sob like a child and you will be inspired and renewed. OK? Deal then. Now Click the DONATE button.
I am off pefecting my project manament skills. Maybe I will ask the Happy Tutor on how to raise money. See you in the J Bunker.
...Puny 43 point 23 comma 72 graziallion dollars which translates into $560 American Dollars (For those of you in Poland that's a little over 2200.00 Zlotych).
I am officially, on the record, saying here: The above numbers are pathetic. This is a huge, complete waste of time, and an utter failure at project management and one's ability to market one's strenghts to the contributing public.
I am here attempting to achieve perfection with the NoFuckingWayTM project manament methodology and as you can see I am failing miserably at producing obvious'n measurable results as projected by the goal-orientated objectivated-reality of hope and faith in the ability of an average Joe (and Joan) to be empowered powerfully with all the instant power of do-good doo doo making activity of clicking a DONATE button, so prominently displayed HERE BELOW.
So click the button and we'll send you and a companion of your choice on a trip. Imagine a trip for two to a wonderful 7 days and 3 nights vacation at the highly coveted Jesus Bunker (Sorry No Dogs allowed cause they poop and eat the lovely Chocolate Jesus figurines) Of course more about this wonderful trip will be revealed to you, and only to you, in a secret conversation on the phone from the undisclosed location after you click the DONATE button. (AS Presented above)
P.S. Some have mentioned recently that in times like these (let me enumerate: Bombs falling, Stocks falling, Employment falling, Paychecks falling etc...) that I don't pay attention to how bad things are and that I don't write inspirational posts like I used to. So for those of you please stay tuned, as soon as you DONATE to this project I will write something so fucking inspirational you will be moved to tears and your heart will break and you will sob like a child and you will be inspired and renewed. OK? Deal then. Now Click the DONATE button.
I am off pefecting my project manament skills. Maybe I will ask the Happy Tutor on how to raise money. See you in the J Bunker.
Monday, April 07, 2003
Project Dell'Essum (aka iBook'Essum) after 48 hours
We have the following numbers:
....please wait while we compute. In the meantime read rageboy's latest hallucinations.
....please wait while we compute. In the meantime read rageboy's latest hallucinations.
Friday, April 04, 2003
Project Dell'Essum (aka iBook'Essum)
UPDATE:
We have raised 456 gazillion Dollars which is about $200. Keep'em coming.
Breaking News:
Marek J fired today for suggesting to a management team a new NoFuckingWayTM project methodology of finding solutions to impossible objectives. Project Dell'Essum started.
Summary of Methodology
NoFuckingWayTM methodology consists of a furious screeming employing full blown lung capacity and well rehearsed phrases one learned by watching mafia shows starring Joe Pesci, phrases like "They Fuck You In The Drive Through!!!" followed by a screem of victory one learned watching Die Hard - "Yupi Kay Ey Motherfucker!!!!!" After acknowleding one's complete frustration at ever getting what one really wants one has a complete sense of hopelessness and at the same time a sense of anything being possible, hence the cry of victory being born in one's lungs, Yupi Kay Ey, Yupi Key Ey. At this point our famous NoFuckingWayTM project methodology can begin to take hold. It is a victory born from defeat.
Project Dell'Essum
Jeneane Sessum, our beloved blog sister is in need of a brand new Dell Laptop or iBook. In the spirit of Worst PracticesTM I am beginning a project testing the worthiness of my NoFuckingWayTM methodology by giving birth to Project Dell'Essum. (Aha, explanation in order: Dell'Essum (aka iBook'Essum), for those of you with higher education is made up of words Dell and Sessum etc.. Get it? Good)
The Objective is to raise $2000 American Dollars in the next 48 hours. Everybody should gladly donate the money while screeming NoFuckingWayTM. It is the only way to test the wortiness of my new methodology. If you employe the phrase then your donation will be that much more meaningful (well, not really but why not lie to yourself that you are doing a good thing). However if you decide not to donate at least a $1 then you are not allowed to say NoFuckingWayTM, this project is not for you and don't ask me to speak at your next management meeting on effective measures of effectivness of project management.
Jeneane Sessum needs a brand spanking new laptop so she can write and get new clients and hire us to build the next Media Empire (I mean, you do want bloggers to be in charge of Media, right? Well, cough up the money)
Take Action:
Click the Donate Button below. It goes directly to Jeneane's Paypal Account. If you want to pay other ways then email me and we'll arrange that.
We'll run a list of donors on this post and hold off any posts on this site for the next 48 hours untill we reach our NoFuckingWayTM objective.
Donors to Project Dell'Essum
2 anonymous donors
Tom Matrullo - 7 zejiion and 5 bambulbion Dollars
Laurie Schuh - 23 grazillion Dollars.
Kevin Marks - 15% discount on the purchase of a Mac and 3 jijilion Dollars spare change
RageBoy - 5 gazillion Dollars
Chris Pirillo is working on something
Marek J - 10 grambillion Dollars "I am proud to screem NoFuckingWayTM while clicking the donate button."
We have raised 456 gazillion Dollars which is about $200. Keep'em coming.
Breaking News:
Marek J fired today for suggesting to a management team a new NoFuckingWayTM project methodology of finding solutions to impossible objectives. Project Dell'Essum started.
Summary of Methodology
NoFuckingWayTM methodology consists of a furious screeming employing full blown lung capacity and well rehearsed phrases one learned by watching mafia shows starring Joe Pesci, phrases like "They Fuck You In The Drive Through!!!" followed by a screem of victory one learned watching Die Hard - "Yupi Kay Ey Motherfucker!!!!!" After acknowleding one's complete frustration at ever getting what one really wants one has a complete sense of hopelessness and at the same time a sense of anything being possible, hence the cry of victory being born in one's lungs, Yupi Kay Ey, Yupi Key Ey. At this point our famous NoFuckingWayTM project methodology can begin to take hold. It is a victory born from defeat.
Project Dell'Essum
Jeneane Sessum, our beloved blog sister is in need of a brand new Dell Laptop or iBook. In the spirit of Worst PracticesTM I am beginning a project testing the worthiness of my NoFuckingWayTM methodology by giving birth to Project Dell'Essum. (Aha, explanation in order: Dell'Essum (aka iBook'Essum), for those of you with higher education is made up of words Dell and Sessum etc.. Get it? Good)
The Objective is to raise $2000 American Dollars in the next 48 hours. Everybody should gladly donate the money while screeming NoFuckingWayTM. It is the only way to test the wortiness of my new methodology. If you employe the phrase then your donation will be that much more meaningful (well, not really but why not lie to yourself that you are doing a good thing). However if you decide not to donate at least a $1 then you are not allowed to say NoFuckingWayTM, this project is not for you and don't ask me to speak at your next management meeting on effective measures of effectivness of project management.
Jeneane Sessum needs a brand spanking new laptop so she can write and get new clients and hire us to build the next Media Empire (I mean, you do want bloggers to be in charge of Media, right? Well, cough up the money)
Take Action:
Click the Donate Button below. It goes directly to Jeneane's Paypal Account. If you want to pay other ways then email me and we'll arrange that.
We'll run a list of donors on this post and hold off any posts on this site for the next 48 hours untill we reach our NoFuckingWayTM objective.
Donors to Project Dell'Essum
2 anonymous donors
Tom Matrullo - 7 zejiion and 5 bambulbion Dollars
Laurie Schuh - 23 grazillion Dollars.
Kevin Marks - 15% discount on the purchase of a Mac and 3 jijilion Dollars spare change
RageBoy - 5 gazillion Dollars
Chris Pirillo is working on something
Marek J - 10 grambillion Dollars "I am proud to screem NoFuckingWayTM while clicking the donate button."
Thursday, April 03, 2003
My Weblog Marketing first week
It was a great last 4 days doing the Weblog Marketing. I have received many emails from all of you guys. Thanks for the support. There are some exciting things in the pipeline. I am working on designing a way to collect points for writing some favorable posts about our products. Thanks. This is great. I am working with some good people. I thought this was going to be like selling my soul to the corporation but there are some great people there and we are moving forward. The management is very excited about weblogs. Finally this weblogging is paying off. I will let you know more soon.
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Marek J gets a new job in Weblog Marketing
Well, I guess I should not keep quiet any more. I have been hired by the Doctor Pepper to assist the guys at ragingcow in marketing their new drink. What can I say, I got a good offer. We were negotiating for the last 3 weeks and I started yesterday. After the first day I am very excited about introducing them to Gonzo Marketing and using Weblogs to create viral marketing campaing for products in the pipeline. When it came to detailed negotiantions I was warned not to use obscene words so I guess I will not be writing on this weblog any more. What was interesting is that they didn't mind my scatological language in my previous posts but in this new capacitiy as the Assistant Director of Mareketing it would not be advisable to continue with those unpleasant ramblings. This job is a dream come true and I would not want to jeopardize my career with them. All the best to you all. I will keep in touch. I wanted to write a longer post but this is what came out and I got to go to my next meeting.
Yours Marek J
The Last BadaBing to you all.
Ha Ha.
Yours Marek J
The Last BadaBing to you all.
Ha Ha.
Monday, March 31, 2003
94,608,000 seconds ago
987,000,000,000 years ago associate force organizer and then acting inspector number 811,307 of the Orvonton series, traveling out from Uversa, reported to the Ancients of Days that space conditions were favorable for the initiation of materialization phenomena in a certain sector of the, then, easterly segment of Orvonton.
900,000,000,000 years ago the Uversa archives testify, there was recorded a permit issued by the Uversa Council of Equilibrium to the superuniverse government authorizing the dispatch of a force organizer and staff to the region previously designated by inspector number 811,307
94,608,000 seconds ago I met Rageboy and I've been fucked up ever since.
Bada Fucking Urantia Bing to all of you motherfuckers.
900,000,000,000 years ago the Uversa archives testify, there was recorded a permit issued by the Uversa Council of Equilibrium to the superuniverse government authorizing the dispatch of a force organizer and staff to the region previously designated by inspector number 811,307
94,608,000 seconds ago I met Rageboy and I've been fucked up ever since.
Bada Fucking Urantia Bing to all of you motherfuckers.
Saturday, March 29, 2003
Bada Bing Booby Prizes Rejection in Yellow 23 additive Opus 45
"You've had your last pointless teardrop washed down in that broken coffee cup
This magic moment concludes when that cigarette ends
Did you get what you wanted? Well, I suppose that depends... Well, I suppose that depends" ~ Elvis C.
"Self esteem is the existential booby prize"
Snake eating its own tail.
The snake says "I understand"
and in its own understanding it devours its own mystery.
She told me "why don't we go to marriage counseling"
and I turned to her and said "Why bother. You have already decided to leave".
The time to revive life is when the patient is still on the operating table
and not when you are in the middle of lowering the coffin.
She wanted a miracle.
Are you in a business of Love or in a business of stiching body parts.
Don't wanna be your Frankenstein to make your self esteem go off the charts baby.
I wanted a miracle too.
And I wanted my self esteem to go off the charts too.
"Will I ever be your man?", I asked.
"I don't think so", she said
I didn't get my existential booby prize with her.
I attacked, "It's always about you, isn't it? you narcissistic bitch"
I turned around and wanted to leave.
I wanted a horse, I wanted a sunset and I wanted to ride with my back to her
But I had to save myself from the exlosion of my self esteem.
I cancelled the sunset, deleted the horse, undid the turn.
I looked at her and cried.
The only thing that could save me was my fear.
"If you go, if you go where passion is squandered and money is spent"
and I had my first Bada Bing moment.
And my fear came to me and embraced it lovingly.
"You must see it's time that you wept"
This magic moment concludes when that cigarette ends
Did you get what you wanted? Well, I suppose that depends... Well, I suppose that depends" ~ Elvis C.
"Self esteem is the existential booby prize"
Snake eating its own tail.
The snake says "I understand"
and in its own understanding it devours its own mystery.
She told me "why don't we go to marriage counseling"
and I turned to her and said "Why bother. You have already decided to leave".
The time to revive life is when the patient is still on the operating table
and not when you are in the middle of lowering the coffin.
She wanted a miracle.
Are you in a business of Love or in a business of stiching body parts.
Don't wanna be your Frankenstein to make your self esteem go off the charts baby.
I wanted a miracle too.
And I wanted my self esteem to go off the charts too.
"Will I ever be your man?", I asked.
"I don't think so", she said
I didn't get my existential booby prize with her.
I attacked, "It's always about you, isn't it? you narcissistic bitch"
I turned around and wanted to leave.
I wanted a horse, I wanted a sunset and I wanted to ride with my back to her
But I had to save myself from the exlosion of my self esteem.
I cancelled the sunset, deleted the horse, undid the turn.
I looked at her and cried.
The only thing that could save me was my fear.
"If you go, if you go where passion is squandered and money is spent"
and I had my first Bada Bing moment.
And my fear came to me and embraced it lovingly.
"You must see it's time that you wept"
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
Friday, March 21, 2003
Thursday, March 20, 2003
Two Gunslingers Soccer Match
"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.
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.
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
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