what does MORE mean?

Yes, and mars is nothing more than a planet.

fucking lameness. it makes me tired.

we a convoy, motherfucker.

your worst nightmare

no breaks.

90 miles an hour and loaded.

watch bigmedia get sqarshed.

motherfuckers.

and stop tiring me out.

Less bullshit, more peek-a-poo.

badabing.

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Ad Nausea

Dear Doctor Gonzo,

Am I being over-sensitive when I feel so pissed and offended that I write to a company to complain about their full page advert in a magazine that uses this image to sell sales training? All my friends say that I am, please help me Doc.

-GT, 35, London.

Ghettopoly Board game

Ghettopoly Board game - Stolen Property Fencing Game Buying stolen properties, pimpin hoes, building crack houses and projects, paying protection fees and getting car jacked. Fun for the Whole Family.

It was a week ago that I was driving home from BloggerCom. A very enriching experience. Once again Boston (well, Cambridge, but we will cal lit Boston for these purposes) is in the news. Why?

Because a young man in his early thirties had the unmitigated gall and audacity to shove a 72 year-old man to the ground.

Forget the 9 wannabe Democrats. Forget Iraq and the non-existent WMD. Forget Ah-nold the Governator-elect. Forget the French. I would say forget Charles Taylor, but in our newsmedia, he is already forgotten.

Now we must focus our attention on having Pedro Martinez thrown in jail for assualt and battery committed on the person of lovable Don Zimmer.

Nuff said.

Imre Kertesz does Bada Bing

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

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

Naked Masks

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

Watch out for Community!

Nobel Peace Prize 2003 - Shirin Ebadi of Iran

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

Watch out For Community! It will Astound You!

Shelley Powers Inteview

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

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

Gaspar Like A Ship in The Night

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

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

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

China is A Sleep HOTbed of Technology

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

And Miles to Go before I sleep

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

Watch Out For Community!

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

Sleep?

For Gary

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

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

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

They also have "Urea Fertilizer."

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

sweet dreams.

Sleep?

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

Signal Signal Wake Up!

via ::: wood s lot :::

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

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

Absofuckinglutely Preordained Incorporated

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

Principals

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

Das Englisch sprecken was nicht ein strong point herein.

Happy - happy birthday gonzo...

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

The Meat of Making Ends Meet

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

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

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

Making Ends Meet

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

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

Testify

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

Managing Community Manages You Managing Community

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

And,

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

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

Knee Jerk Trap Avoidance

Ken avoids the trap called:

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

Why?"

And since he has comments turned on I responed.

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

Sending a Signal

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

Radio K.A.O.S

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

Roger that

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


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

Halcyon nights and radio waves
Signal Signal Signal
Never fade away

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

Signal Signal

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

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

Bad Kids Writing on the Chalkboard , eh?

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

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

return 0;
}


Hi gang!

happy birthday

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