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It’s a blogging experiment!

The experiment follows the stars below.

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Copy This GoMeme From This Line to The End of this article, and paste into your blog. Then follow the instructions below to fill it out for your site.

Steal This Post!!!! This is a GoMeme– a new way to spread an idea along social networks. This is the second generation meme in our experiment in spreading ideas. To find out what a GoMeme is, and how this experiment works, or just to see how this GoMeme is growing and discuss it with others, visit the Root Posting and FAQ for this GoMeme at www.mindingtheplanet.net .

By adding this GoMeme to your Weblog you can get higher Google rankings for your site, and help your friends get higher Google rankings too. Your blog will be linked from every other blog that discovers this GoMeme downstream from your blog (from your readers, their readers, and so on). And that will raise your Google rankings in proportion to the number of downstream bloggers that get this GoMeme from you and post it to their blogs. The more people who blog the GoMeme from your blog, the better your Google rankings will get.

By hosting this meme on your blog, you will also be participating in an experiment to generate a distributed Blog survey and test how memes spread through social networks. The dataset from this experiment is public, open and decentralized — every blog that participates hosts their own data about their own blog. Anyone can then get the whole dataset by just searching Google for this unique string: 98818912959q This code is the “global unique identifier,” or GUID for this GoMeme — it marks every web page that participates in this GoMeme so that it can later be found with all the others. (Note it may take a week or longer before Google indexes your blog, so be patient).

Disclaimer

This is purely an experiment and is just for fun. We are really just curious to see what will happen and this is not a commercial project. Participation is voluntary. We don’t mean to annoy anyone. However, if you don’t have much curiosity, or at least a sense of humor, you may find this experiment to be upsetting. In that case, you might try drinking a good strong cup of coffee. If after that you are still unhappy with us, just don’t read any further and have a great day! (If you don’t want your blog to get better Google rankings, that’s purely your choice!) On the other hand, if you are interested in exploring new technologies and pushing the envelope, then keep reading and we look forward to your participation in this experiment. We also request that participants in this experiment refrain from spamming anyone with this GoMeme. To spread it, just put it on your blog; that should be enough.

INSTRUCTIONS FOR ADDING THIS GOMEME TO YOUR OWN SITE

Step 1 First, to add your site to this experiment, copy the GoMeme to your site from the “Copy This GoMeme From Here” heading above to the End of this article. Please copy this whole article and try not to alter the text so that it is authentic for the people who get it from your blog. If you would like to come up with your own catchy headline, or anything else to help your GoMeme spread, feel free! Let’s see what works best.

Step 2: Now, fill in your answers to these Required Survey Fields (Note: Replace the answers below with your own answers). These will later be automatically data-mined by bots to compile the survey results.

(1) I found this GoMeme at URL: http://www.mindingtheplanet.com

(2) I found this GoMeme on date (day/month/year):04/08/04

(3) I found this GoMeme at time (in GMT format): 12:00:00

(4) I foundit via “the El Centro mail list”: which pointed to “post-atomic.com” which pointed to novaspivack.typepad.com.

(5) I posted this GoMeme at my URL (use a hyperlink): The Left Half of My Brain

(6) I posted this on date (day/month/year): 04/08/04

(7) I posted this at time (in GMT format): 12:07:00

(8) My posting location is (city, state, country): Portland, Oregon, USA

Step 3: If you’re feeling very altruistic today, also fill in these optional survery fields (Replace the answers below with your own answers):

(9) My Weblog is hosted by: Logjamming.com

(10) My age is: 27

(11) My gender is: Male

(12) My occupation is: Approvals Account Coordinator

(13) I use the following RSS/Atom reader software: NetNewsWire

(14) I use the following software to post to my blog: Moveabletype

(15) I have been blogging since (day, month, year): 4/2/2001

(16) My web browser is: Mozilla Firefox

(17) My operating system is: Mac OS X

Step 4:Now add an entry for your site after the last entry in the PATH LIST below:
Your entry should be of the form: line number, URL, hyperlink, optional personal GUID for your blog.

(Note: If you would like to track all postings of the Meme that result from your posting of it, once Google has indexed them, you may add your own optional GUID after your hyperlink on your line of the Path List — just make sure it is short, unique, and doesn’t return any results on Google — for example “mysitename137a2r28”. Also note, if the path list gets too long, you should still try to include the whole path in your blog — even if you have to put the list on a continuation page rather than the excerpt for your posting — and make sure others copy the whole GoMeme along with your Path List when they get the GoMeme from you — If they don’t copy it, your blog and your upstream blogs won’t be linked from their blogs).

PATH LIST

1. http://www.mindingtheplanet.net, Minding The PlanetM, mindingtheplanet14798
2. https://www.paperclypse.com, paperclypse.com, paperclypse65893

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I’m not totally sure what the folks atOneBigSoup are up to, but it’s something cool:

From their “Mission Statement”:

We are integrating existing communication systems, including Wiki, IRC, Instant Messaging, e-mail, and even static web sites.

We connect communication systems with protocols, services, clients, anything. We focus on Integration and Pragmatism.

We write things like: Live Event servers, Scanners (web scrapers), IRC Bots, Log servers, Local Name servers, Template servers, Group servers, and Client servers.

I don’t really know anything about the nuts and bolts of all of this, but I wholeheartedly approve of what they’re doing.

Good work, lads.

(One of the blokes working on this is my old friend, Lion Kimbro, a current Seattleite.)

hey, yucko spider-man, feel the throes of that caffeen stuff.

i can drink you under the table, spiderthing! heh.

The story of the birth of the corporation. Lots of interesting stuff.

the flipping of the calendar pages has brought a certain sense… of…

uncovery:

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is this still going to write properly?
this staggering pen that leaks all
over the rotter pages oh ho.
that’s something which needs no
bewildering cause in order
to wreak its horribble tendencies upon the
squawling natters.
so the thing goes on and on.
just so like a manfred monkey.
or in other words, all the ink
just runnels out the ends and
claws back eyeholes that lurch
in the darkening firmament.
on the classy mountebank’s camel,
oh yer lumpen fools, wielding a
knobbed sausage and roistering
the marzipan hordes with all
the gallivanting words that sink
the ship or claw it.

there’s naught to—wink about, is
there? or in any fashion that
someone might recall?

when the sailing moon droops down and falls
into the sea, well, what splash then? unhappy
berbers with their sheeping shears. and, when
all’s said and done, what alone is there still
to do? monkey around the czech(?) garage
or fall into the deep dark cool that
fills the cracks and corners of the earth,
that lumpen which lights the furnace and
pats away the gloom.
sear away, gentle dark, and trouble us
no more or all the bounceling babies will
arch out or cry the seeking self to know
any time the crisis is forefronted by the
padlocked sandwich board, or any old
time that creeps along the stanching
path well there’s not much going for
it there. in spite of heat and cold
remorse that shatter outward from the
doorways, there’s or no.

Golly, but I like the gapingvoid: how to be creative.

And I think you will too.

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?

be fruitful and multiply, o ye glorious robots!

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

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.)