Gonzo Marketing:Winning Through Worst Practices The Bombast Transcripts: Rants and Screeds of RageBoy
Another cup? Why not!

Google Groups subscribe to Entropy Gradient Reversals
browse archives at groups.google.com


via PayPal...


Chris Locke's Facebook profile

don williams
jp rangaswami
dan gillmor
kevin marks
ann craig
frank paynter
mary wehmeier
donna wentworth
gary turner
halley suitt
jeneane sessum
blog sisters
denise howell
doc searls
david weinberger
brian millar
steve larsen
elizabeth lane lawley
michael "OC" clarke
george partington
e v h e a d
dave winer
eric norlin
tom matrullo
sweet fancy moses
julian bond
steve maclaughlin
the obvious?
gayle noelle
kate cohen
wood s lot
talking moose
oliver willis
dean landsman
creepy steve
bob adams
hernani dimantas
martin jensen
living code
walter thornton
phil wolff
steve rhodes
bob adams
gaspar torriero
paul vincent
sharon o'neill
sheila perkins
pluto krozabeeep
movable type
keith pelczarski
keith perkins
howard greenstein
greg carter
aron nopanen
bret fausett
m. melting object
sylvain carle
Wednesday, January 01, 2003
Doc & Locke - Separated At Birth?

"Wear the helmet as much as you can, especially during times
that you feel you are usually abducted. Some persons report
complete success just wearing the helmet at night, others report
that the aliens became aware when they were not wearing the
helmet and took them when they weren't wearing it."

Thanks to Jim Sterne for the tipoff on this fine beat-the-aliens page.
And no, no relation. Far as I know...

4:57 AM | link |

Still Crazy After All This Year

"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to
hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time
and still retain the ability to function."

F. Scott Fitzgerald
(who went barking mad)

At the end of one interminable motherfucker of a year, the Exalted Ones of Shaula Lambda Scorpii pay homage to RageBoy for completing yet another cycle of his dangerous but crucial Earth mission. By this time acclimated to the planet's pervasive aura of poisonous neurosis, RB accepts these worshipful ministrations with characteristic equanimity.

Monday, December 31, 2001

Fall In

Write without reason.
Go too far. Fall in, fall in.
Say I am here, my palms are open
even though you are lost
and don't know who you are.

My hands are empty.
I have forgotten my name
and the sound of it on his tongue.
All I have left is the scent
of something I once touched.
Memory of the sound of color
streaming from the stars

So now I am praying and writing
to remember back my name.
Praying that this gloom laden night
becomes music to the stars
and your great remembering
happens to me.

Wishing you a surprising, renewing and joyful New Year.

Warm regards,


Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Full Circle

Skill without feeling.
Blather away. Write on, write on.
Say I am fine, my palms are swaying
even though you are stranded
on some desert island of the mind.

My heart is empty.
I have forgotten his PIN
and the number on his Visa card.
All I have left is the scent
of my scintillating self-importance.
Memory the color of blood
streaming from the wound I carved
into his back.

So now I am lying and posing
to cloak my betrayal.
Imagining the damage I will do
with this overwrought bullshit
and the precious Work of Art
I'll make of you.

Wishing you the kind of nifty surprises you handed me Last Year.

Cold comfort,


4:39 AM | link |

Sunday, December 29, 2002
Offline Fooling With Nasty Computer Problems

First Outlook got weird, then everything started getting weird and blue screens of death began to multiply. It was like a plague of frogs in the Dark Ages, only worse. There are those who say I should buy a Mac (those who say this should send money immediately, and when enough accumulates I will.) I am now semi-functional again, and am off to download all the Nigerian offers that have been piling up on my panix popserver. I tried to install the new DSL modem tonght along with everything else, and I did everything right, but no dice. I think it's because of the address I picked: chrislocke666@msn.com -- after all, they say the devil is in the details.

4:35 AM | link |

"RageBoy: Giving being fucking nuts a good name since 1985."
~D. Weinberger
28 October 2004

Chris Locke's photos More of Chris Locke's photos

Until a minute ago, I had no photos. I still have no photos to speak of. I don't even have a camera. But all these people were linking to "my photos." It was embarassing. It's still embarassing. But I'm used to that.

support free journalism
get this code

Technorati Search
this blog
all blogs

what I'm listening to...
billy idol - greatest hits

egr on topica
on yahoo groups
(way)back issues
egr home
terms of service

technorati cosmos

It is too late.



The Bombast Transcripts

Gonzo Marketing

The Cluetrain Manifesto

trust the man with the star

...the ventriloquial voice is both an attempt to imagine and pit the the speech of the body against the speech of culture, and an attempt to control that illegitimate speech, to draw it into discourse...

Sein und Zeitgeist

Samuel Pepys

All Products
Popular Music
Classical Music
Toys & Games
Baby! Baby!
Computer Games
Tools & Hardware
Outdoor "Living"
Kitchen Stuff
Camera & Photo
Wireless Phones
Emotional Outlet
Search by keywords:
In Association with Amazon.com

more / archives

live dangerously. subscribe to EGR

at a major industry conference,
chris locke once again captures the real story.

Powered by Blogger