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Saturday, June 19, 2004
the devil you know
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the devil is in
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Thursday, June 17, 2004
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nobody understands me
and it's always been this way
2:11 AM | link |
god still alive!
nietzsche rolls over beethoven; gives tchaikovsky the news
In a surprise development related to the controversy generated earlier this week by Dave Winer's decision to be a punkass brat who doesn't know the meaning of playing well with others, Ziff Media's eWeek (a holdover publication title from 1893) ran a story titled Bloggers Up in Arms Over Closure of Weblogs.com. The article in itself offered no new insights that could not be gleaned from Mr. Winer's own after-the-fact attempts to rationalize his clearly irrational act. For example, take his statement on Scripting.com this morning...
"There are a couple of memes that are travelling around the net. First that somehow you have to be careful of what you say or I won't export your site."
This "meme" was very likely started by Mr. Winer himself when he posted the following -- three days earlier -- at the top of the page inviting comments about how he planned to dispose of "old weblogs" that he had formerly hosted:
Instead of adding insult to injury,
one might have hoped the wanker had at least offered the pretense of a little goddam civility. Never noted for his tact -- or logic -- Winer himself whines on and on in a rambling audio post, which includes the following dumbfuck sound bite:
Groundrules: Personal comments, ad hominems,
will be deleted. And no negotiating or whining. Just post the url of your
Dave Winer � 6/13/04; 1:49:19 PM
"You could say I should have explained it, and I could have done better, and you know, you may be right, that I should have, and I could have. It's possible. But it's also not clear to me that people wouldn't have found something else to find fault with. I mean, this is sort of the attitude on the internet, is that, uh you know, it's sorta like, people just love to jump up and down, and it hardly matters how well you do something, 'cause certain things happen, and people will jump up and down. So, just accept that."
OK, Massah Winah, Sah. Acceptin' that over here, Boss.
But you know... he's actually right about netheads' inclination to criticize others without letup. I have long wanted to tell Dave, for instance, that he should bathe more often.
As endlessly fascinating as all this undoubtedly remains to the huddled internet masses yearning to be free (of Dave Winer), the existence of a Supreme Being was proven tangentially by the quote with which eWeek writer Matthew Broersma chose to close his article.
"'Some things, I used to think, are even beneath Dave Winer. But no, I take that back,' wrote blogger Jeneane Sessum."
An anonymous source close to Ms. Sessum reported hearing her remark, after reading the article, "There is a God!"
Despite this admittedly compelling evidence, there will of course be those who seek other explanations. Or at least other, if more temporary, remedies.
12:23 AM | link |
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
the man that TIME forgot
Dave Winer has been in the news once again this week, so I went searching for a nice picture of him on Google images. Imagine my surprise when I found this on the same page. It doesn't really relate to much (like you were expecting what???), but I thought I'd stick it up here, if only to take the curse off that ghastly Melanie Klein cover. And the U2 thing kinda sucked too. Not to mention that fucking chocolate cake (which did, however, net me a very nice paypal contribution from the Land of Wagner, so it looks like I'll be eating for another week or so).
Yeah, this is pretty much how they all look out here in the West. Gets a little boring after a while.
But not one to be easily dissuaded (ask anyone), I kept looking for a picture of TA Dave W that might somehow connect to the rather surprising news swirling around him this week. Finally, my persistence was rewarded when I stumbled onto this...
Some unfortunates were not aware until as late as Tuesday afternoon that their blogs had suddenly evaporated. Of these, several were not half amused.
Dave? Yeah, it's me. Hey I can't seem to reach my weblog. Is your server OK? ...
Dave, you know I've always been nice to you and made allowances for your severe personality disorders and the fact that you could drop dead any second from one of your not infrequent apoplectic fits over, as far as I can see, approximately nothing. But Dave? You really are an asshole. I want you to know that. And a fuckhead too, yes.
just wait, Dave...
4:00 AM | link |
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
kids, don't try this at home!
just can't get enough
So there I was yesterday morning, depressed as hell, and I wasn't sure whether it was because I was depressed that I was listening to U2 at volume and reading Melanie Klein's 1957 paper on "Envy and Gratitude," or whether I was doing those two things simultaneously because I was (well, am) depressed. And of course, it is just such impossible reflections that are keeping me crazy. I can't circulate, regulate... you know I just can't connect them. I like to think of this as PD. I don't mean Personality Disorder -- though it may be that too. No, I mean my own personal contribution to the field of psychoanlysis: Pyschic Discoteque.
you can reach but you can't grab it you can't hold it control it no you can't bag it you can push but you can't direct it circulate regulate oh no you cannot connect it you know you're chewing bubblegum you know what that is but you still want some you just can't get enough of that lovie dovie stuff
3:43 PM | link |
the Marie Antoinette food drive appeal
for I am the Queen of France
me broke! me hungry!
let me eat cake!!!
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Monday, June 14, 2004
Random Axe of Blindness
when I hear the word "light" I reach for my glock
Fasces (laurum de fascibus)
A bundle of rods (often accompanied by an axe, which symbolized power over life-and-death) carried by Roman officials as a symbol of authority. Under the Republic, the consul or praetor when starting on an expedition took his vows on the Capitoline Hill; if acclaimed imperator by his troops he decked his fasces with laurel, and on his return deposited the wreath upon the Capitoline Hill in the place where he had made the vows as a symbol of his successful fulfillment of them.
Hardcover: 224 pages ; Dimensions (in inches): 0.84 x
8.82 x 5.80
Publisher: New World Library; (May 2003)
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"I believe that the moment is near when, by a procedure of active paranoiac thought, it will be possible to systematize confusion and contribute to the total discrediting of the world of reality."
- often Fascism
- A system of government marked by centralization of authority under a dictator, stringent socioeconomic controls, suppression of the opposition through terror and censorship, and typically a policy of belligerent nationalism and racism.
- A political philosophy or movement based on or advocating such a system of government.
- Oppressive, dictatorial control.
[Italian fascismo, from fascio, group, from Late
Latin fascium, from Latin fascis, bundle.]
fas�cistic (f-shstk) adj.
It is fitting that the name of an authoritarian political movement like Fascism, founded in 1919 by Benito Mussolini, should come from the name of a symbol of authority. The Italian name of the movement, fascismo, is derived from fascio, "bundle, (political) group," but also refers to the movement's emblem, the fasces, a bundle of rods bound around a projecting axe-head that was carried before an ancient Roman magistrate by an attendant as a symbol of authority and power. The name of Mussolini's group of revolutionaries was soon used for similar nationalistic movements in other countries that sought to gain power through violence and ruthlessness, such as National Socialism.
Source: The American Heritage� Dictionary of the English Language,
Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
10:08 PM | link |
"RageBoy: Giving being fucking nuts a good name since 1985."
28 October 2004
||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.
what I'm listening to...
egr on topica
on yahoo groups
terms of service
It is too late.