Monthly Archives: July 2004

i’ve had enough

careful with the rake, master boddo. them leave’s’ve been arctin’ up again.
liable to chew’n you ta little bitsies.

organizing lapperdapscallions into hedgerows, preparatory to clandestine outings on the veranda, the boulevard, or the cattle crawler…

but you know, all this (right now) seems like a complete waste of fucking time. i’m not even (or not just) talking about time in the literal minute gone and minute gone now of the thing, but (also) the big big big sloppy rolling present that heaps on from one moment to the next. there are some things for which i have absolutely no solution (and i’m not talking big big big issues are happersquawlers or anyhint), things in my little corner of the world for which there are no things to make it better, no little linkinlog cabins that i can build which will paper over that great tattered hole-in-the-wall.

‘o la, cuppa tea?:please to ignore that [and yet and yet i keep keep doing it] great gaping gash in the wall. the stevedore’s been through here, or somesuch. or better yet, let’s all pretend that thing isn’t there at all. mmm.’

it’s like that or this. i mean, feel that raging irish blood boil at IT, until the soul’s just burnt to ash in red-nosed mockery. it’s the shamefaced lack of doing which…

when some great heap of nasty bureacracy reaches down and toys with (even all unwitting and unaware–the greatest travesty of all) and meddles with incompetent hands with the life and health of and mental happiness of… i don’t even know where to put that jagged hole. that crazed vacuum which whirls about, devouring sane and reasoned… or what. push or pull, there’s no Where for it to go. . .

i can barely stomach the thought of laying out the honey to catch these flies: playing at some smooth-tongued rascal to maybe smooth the way and set this cracking … aye, the best laid place of mice and men do gang aft agley… but even that (gagging) thought mightn’t have even the slightest change of chance to nudge this whole sorry mess into some kind of……….

[There is something really really really wrong with this country when human beings are treated by health professionals and the health care INDUSTRY (oh yes, boiling noxious smokestack imagery and crippled childlabors and everything like that… that word INDUSTRY is so terrorbly apt) sick sick sick: how gangrenous does the limb have to get before you slice it off? when the healthcogs listen, but don’t HEAR what is being said to them…]

but here’s the freakish thing: this is not even the thing itself, but only the arranging, the scheduling, the preparing of the THING.

i am so tired of laying the bodies of myself and my loved ones in front of this soulless machine, praying for a drib and a drab of mercy and gentleness… or, dare i say it, respect for fellow humanity. this cragged and crunching monster which is so very good at squeezing money out of people in the name of health, but not so very good at healing, in all its forms. where the fuck is the hippocratic oath? and why is it such an alien idea that how the healing is handled is almost (maybe more) important than the healing itself?

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glorious robot display

be fruitful and multiply, o ye glorious robots!

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skip-pap-skiddoo fnord

crunching brain prezzles, yum…

fling those (yup virtual) sticks and scrape around in some kind of interpretal space–and if you’re the horselover fatty-type, tap tap and write you novel, bisquit base!

and into my aching email, something wicked this way comes

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Heavens preserve us!

Mock tragicomical… I mean, farce mocki-tragical… rather, tragi-momical post-ex facto dromedary…

Words fail me, mostly. But I can groove on down to the cornerstore with this pastoral exegesis (whatsis?), even though it’ll have nicked my change and made off with my shoelaces by the time we get there.

(You see, I’ve read/seen most of the things that this fellow rattles on about, so I’m following, mostly, what he’s saying. Then I’m imagining in my little brain: I mean, writing this thing?!? And then, there’s just a crash and/or a runloop error or something. Game over, blue screen, etc. And anything which references Quixote, Pratchett and Galaxy Quest is okay by me.)

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???

que suerte!

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Alan Moore chats about stuff

A very good interview with Alan Moore on Salon.com. (I don’t normally link to stuff there, because it’s not “free”, but you can get to this thing by going past a little ad-dealie, if you’re not a subscriber.)

Connection is very useful; intelligence does not depend on the amount of neurons we have in our brains, it depends on the amount of connections they can make between them. So this suggests that having a multitude of information stored somewhere in your memory is not necessarily a great deal of use; you need to be able to connect this information into some sort of usable palette. I think my work tries to achieve that. It’s a reflection of the immense complexity of the times we’re living in. I think that complexity is one of the major issues of the 20th and 21st centuries. If you look at our environmental and political problems, what is underlying each is simply the increased complexity of our times. We have much more information, and therefore we are much more complex as individuals and as a society. And that complexity is mounting because our levels of information are mounting.

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sick sick sick

sick sick sick.
poor ol’ body

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a treatise on movie acting or “ahc-ting”

A treatise on movie acting.

This is the bit that bowled me over:

I?m tempted to explain this by saying that writing about the specifics of a performance is simply harder than writing about the specifics of a screenplay. However, I don?t think that this is precisely true, that is, I think it is harder for most writers to write about acting, but not because of any inherent difference in difficulty. Rather, writers, being writers, find it easier to treat movies as a piece of writing. They find it easier to write about the literary qualities that movies shares with other kinds of writing (plot, theme, dialogue, etc.) than it is to write about those qualities that movies share with interpretative/performing arts.

Which I think is absolutely true, but hadn’t ever really thought of it before. In spite of my undergraduate wearing of Literature and Theatre hats.

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found, lost and found again

i lost my littlefluffy, but now i’ve found it again…

thank you, longstoryshortpier!

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An open source library system

Koha is an open source library system… This is very cool.

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