Monthly Archives: January 2003

Another thing worth point at

I can relate to Alan Shipman: he writes about global economics in complex, non-simplistic terms.

This is the sort of thing that seems worth pointing out, but, then again, maybe this is just the kind of language that I’m a sucker for….

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New voices

Some of the things I’ve been looking for (in my leftbrain anyway) are new voices; new grand ways of seeing things. I haven’t read these articles, but, on the surface (scanning headlines) they look promising.

There’s also a website for something called the New America Foundation. I don’t know if they’re legitimate or even reasonable, but they seem to be worth checking out.

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a book worth reading, methinks

I’ve already put a hold on this book at the library: The Two Faces of Islam: The House of Sa’ud from Tradition to Terror by Stephen Schwartz.

I have a sort of sick fascination with the Middle East, which I’d rather not go into the roots of. Maybe this book will help me to learn some useful information.

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identity and community in cyberspace.

I’ve always thought that people shouldn’t take electronic space so seriously.

I mean, who hasn’t gotten entangled in some kind of flamewar nazi paradigm online?

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a new version of that old scapper

scap this, dogheaded boy!

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tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow….

alborn psyformica dreams
(creeps on this)
what bitter wind blows the stragglers back to this new town? and why does it taste so sweet.

tappity tappity tappity she goes, and all the wor(l)ds spiral around her head. ya, this time the onceler’s got the thing.

gargantuan mammoth growls have psycled through the yard. (can you believe that under the new moon I was born this very day? it’s a paradox, if you know the details) and while eating eggsalad sandwich cake and munching on delirious madcap orgami malted balls.

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how do YOU hide (approx.) 100,000+ people?

This kind of thing makes me weep for the state of professional journalism in this country. Not that’s ever been high-calibre, anywhere, ever.

Note especially this exchange (and I quote):

“Eric,” I said. “Matt Taibbi from The BEAST. We met this weekend.”

“Oh,” he said. “Hi.”

“I was wondering how you guys came up with that 30,000 figure. It seemed like there were a lot more people than that there.”

“Well,” he said. “That wasn’t me. That was [lead reporter Jerry Zremski]. I think he got it from a wire report.”

“Okay,” I said. “Why would he need a wire report, if you were there?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But if Jerry got it from a reliable source, then I’m cool with that.”

Jesus, I thought. This kid is barely out of college, and he’s already completely full of shit.

“Wait a minute,” I said. “You were there. Do you think there were 30,000 people there?”

He paused. “I… I couldn’t give you a figure,” he said.

“Why not?” I said. “You can’t say if there were more or less than 30,000 people there? You don’t have your own opinion?”

“I… didn’t have a good view,” he said.

Jesus Christ. A good view?

“How can you call yourself a journalist,” I said, “if you can’t even make a determination, by yourself, as to how many hundreds of thousands of people there were at a public event?”

“It wasn’t my story,” he said. “It was Jerry’s story.”

“But your name went on it,” I said. “And it’s a fucking lie. I wouldn’t be comfortable having my name on something like that.”

After a brief pause, during which time Jerry Zremski himself obviously advised DuVall to hang up the phone, he came back on.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “If you have any further questions, the best you can do is send an e-mail to Jerry.” He then rattled off Zremski’s e-address.

“You realize,” I said, “that once you start giving ‘no comments’ to other journalists, it’s all over. Your career is over. I know you haven’t been in this business long, but once you take that step, you’re fucked. You understand that, don’t you?”

He again advised me to write to Zremski, then hung up. I wrote to Zremski. There was no answer, of course.

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I haven’t had time to look at these much…

These seem like a weird/useful convergence of web art/tools.

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scribbbled on parchment the way everyone likes it

ax me no questions: indeed, when the thing finishes up, what a sight we’ll see!

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sculpting clay

time growling like a hungry cat

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