Monday, February 27, 2006
In An Ideal World
In an ideal world, we would not be able to discourse and discuss any of our differences, and would, like the distant cousin, Ape, sit in cordial groups and snack on each other's mites.
But, fortunately, that isn't the case, and we deal with an exciting environment of communication and appreciation of people that surprises us all with its diversity. For example, we'll see the commentators on CNN discussing the trade off of our docks with the UAE shipping conglomerate, and instead of taking the views of someone like Condoleeza Rice, we identify with "Joe, from Underwood, Alabama." which makes everything have more sense.
But, fortunately, that isn't the case, and we deal with an exciting environment of communication and appreciation of people that surprises us all with its diversity. For example, we'll see the commentators on CNN discussing the trade off of our docks with the UAE shipping conglomerate, and instead of taking the views of someone like Condoleeza Rice, we identify with "Joe, from Underwood, Alabama." which makes everything have more sense.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Snow
Last week left me with a terrible sore throat, headache, and a whining little voice that constantly screamed two words "Get OUT".
So, I did. And ended up doing a face plant in the snow with my snowbaord and an excellent bloody nose. Which, in some odd way, reminded me of a very red flower in the white background. I wouldn't recommend it. Japanese mochu- strawberry and coffee- and the best walk in the world down a beautiful dock at the hotel. I hope I do this again. Bloody nose and all.
Through the whole escape, I wondered about skiing and boarding in Tehran, and how the snow parkas kept getting tighter and shorter and the boys' hairs greasier and blonder.
So, I did. And ended up doing a face plant in the snow with my snowbaord and an excellent bloody nose. Which, in some odd way, reminded me of a very red flower in the white background. I wouldn't recommend it. Japanese mochu- strawberry and coffee- and the best walk in the world down a beautiful dock at the hotel. I hope I do this again. Bloody nose and all.
Through the whole escape, I wondered about skiing and boarding in Tehran, and how the snow parkas kept getting tighter and shorter and the boys' hairs greasier and blonder.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Cocoa Wars
No one really knows the truffles of our world when it comes to children.
It is a sad experience, to know that sometimes, we can't bring up our children how we thought they would be brought up; all the formulas, exercises, solutions, and answers would not help some of our children. Our children are the future in real time. They represent the future in their tiny physical space and what we do, what we share with them, may never actually improve them and the future but we still do it to satisfy their ever growing cravings.
In our country, we set rules for children, and we hold them at arm's length with those rules. But, the rules are for the common good of our nation; we ban child labour because we believe that children are all words connotative of fluffy, innocent, and obnoxious. And no self-respecting employer would even sit for an interview with such a thing. But, we need to feed our little, plump cherubs, and one way to do that is to produce food that fluffy, innocent, obnoxious children would eat. Even though children can be taught to eat anything, even insects, if they have to, we still agree that our children are different from other children. That they are children who will need to rule with an iron fist, and others are merely young in age, by some inevitable stroke of luck, and look miraculously like our children but are not really it.
So, some things never change, and we continue to eat chocolate because we can, and because the poor children of less developed countries don't have any other choice.
It is a sad experience, to know that sometimes, we can't bring up our children how we thought they would be brought up; all the formulas, exercises, solutions, and answers would not help some of our children. Our children are the future in real time. They represent the future in their tiny physical space and what we do, what we share with them, may never actually improve them and the future but we still do it to satisfy their ever growing cravings.
In our country, we set rules for children, and we hold them at arm's length with those rules. But, the rules are for the common good of our nation; we ban child labour because we believe that children are all words connotative of fluffy, innocent, and obnoxious. And no self-respecting employer would even sit for an interview with such a thing. But, we need to feed our little, plump cherubs, and one way to do that is to produce food that fluffy, innocent, obnoxious children would eat. Even though children can be taught to eat anything, even insects, if they have to, we still agree that our children are different from other children. That they are children who will need to rule with an iron fist, and others are merely young in age, by some inevitable stroke of luck, and look miraculously like our children but are not really it.
So, some things never change, and we continue to eat chocolate because we can, and because the poor children of less developed countries don't have any other choice.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Bloglogue
A new submission by the Bloglogue team.
If it does work, by some genius stroke of luck and tactic, then I think "yay".
However, democracy, progress, change, revolution, reform are all What What What. When will we see the Why, Why, Why or Hows. It makes sense, that to fight terror on a scale of the Muslim kind -spread all around the world- one should try all tactics, including giving those same Muslims democratically elected leaders, and a city mayor who actually lowers the unemployment rate not by killing off employees but by giving them better incentives and pay.
If it does work, by some genius stroke of luck and tactic, then I think "yay".
However, democracy, progress, change, revolution, reform are all What What What. When will we see the Why, Why, Why or Hows. It makes sense, that to fight terror on a scale of the Muslim kind -spread all around the world- one should try all tactics, including giving those same Muslims democratically elected leaders, and a city mayor who actually lowers the unemployment rate not by killing off employees but by giving them better incentives and pay.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Another Piece of the Puzzle- A Favorite
This morning it will be only one,
Window open and curtains wide,
Only dark clouds roaming through
Thunder at the morning light,
These, they announce, a return
Of the wild and berrating wind;
A return of the winter, of books,
quiet nights, and none of your visits.
Chance had it, that you were a bear,
When winter came, and having had your fill,
A cave would love you more, in hibernation.
Window open and curtains wide,
Only dark clouds roaming through
Thunder at the morning light,
These, they announce, a return
Of the wild and berrating wind;
A return of the winter, of books,
quiet nights, and none of your visits.
Chance had it, that you were a bear,
When winter came, and having had your fill,
A cave would love you more, in hibernation.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Drifting From the Point
Note to self: Wars of Occupation -unbeknowest to thousand year old conventional wisdom- involve the destruction of infrastructure (no kidding?), human deaths (gasp!), and facillitate the rise of fundamentalism (facillitate the rise of fundamentalism...Of course). However, peaceful tree-huggers (the metaphor is only too attractive here) intend to change all this. The rules in Wars of Occupation will change; From this colorful day onward, when a people are distinctly and obtusely threatened by a web of poetic enemies and they have differences that really do amount to life and death situations, they will merely shrug their shoulders and return to their television sets to watch reruns of "I Love Lucy".
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There is a sense of communal and neutral sorrow that such a "society with a long history of secularism and women's achievements" has been castrated and thrown to the dogs of fundamentalism.
We are not blaming N, we are not referring to the obvious "typos" in her comment, we are only spreading our seed in such a non-conformist manner as to make us individuals who believe in N-othing but nothing finally return to complete nothingness. We await the Great Mahd-Hatter's return, and hope that someone else will clean up after us.
Another Note To Self:
Who exactly is the enemy. Where does this Enemy work, in what periphery of influence? Where is this Enemy from, and for what does it choose to be the Enemy? These are questions that Nikki will never be able to answer. How do I know this? Because, if you look closely, she just hasn't. Not only has she not been able to answer this, but she would never be able to prove her answer. Who really is your Enemy? Do any of us have conclusive evidence that would bind the term Enemy to a certain geographical location(s), or to a certain party or parties. No. There is only the occasional outward thrust of deviousness that occasionally spooks our brains, from wars to warriors, society to hermetics, that believes in a symbol that really does not exist as an entity by itself but as a whole, and the deviousness retracts from the outer periphery of ideologue and snaps back into the deep reverie of the mind because the answer is simply "No" or "Don't Know".
Then, there's the question of When. When are we really talking about oppression? This is nothing new that civlizations have not done for thousands of years. Oppression is a cycle of life. It is the overpowering forces of Nature that take hold of all things natural in our world. The only unnatural part of our world, it seems, is the uncannily unnatural human mind.
The problem here is almost simple, almost the core of all problems, almost; numbers. We are constricted by them, and we are ruled by them. Everything we live by are numbered or have numbers, and that includes resources. Humans need more numbers than other humans to survive; these numbers can be land, food, and or material wealth, which goes full circle. All of these ideas combined are the limbs of a central theme for resources and wealth in resources. The ideas that flow come from the luxuries of such resources or a by-product of the influence of these resources.
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"In a minute there is time
For decisions and Revisions which in a minute will reverse"
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There is a sense of communal and neutral sorrow that such a "society with a long history of secularism and women's achievements" has been castrated and thrown to the dogs of fundamentalism.
"As for you being an activist for women in your real life, well, you don't have to prove anything to me. And I respect your right to anonymous. It just freaks me out that people like you who support wars of occupation that destroy infrastructures, kill civilians, and facilitate the rise of fundamentalism in a society with a long history of secularism and women's achievements is out there working for "women's rights". "
-The Letter N.
We are not blaming N, we are not referring to the obvious "typos" in her comment, we are only spreading our seed in such a non-conformist manner as to make us individuals who believe in N-othing but nothing finally return to complete nothingness. We await the Great Mahd-Hatter's return, and hope that someone else will clean up after us.
Another Note To Self:
Who exactly is the enemy. Where does this Enemy work, in what periphery of influence? Where is this Enemy from, and for what does it choose to be the Enemy? These are questions that Nikki will never be able to answer. How do I know this? Because, if you look closely, she just hasn't. Not only has she not been able to answer this, but she would never be able to prove her answer. Who really is your Enemy? Do any of us have conclusive evidence that would bind the term Enemy to a certain geographical location(s), or to a certain party or parties. No. There is only the occasional outward thrust of deviousness that occasionally spooks our brains, from wars to warriors, society to hermetics, that believes in a symbol that really does not exist as an entity by itself but as a whole, and the deviousness retracts from the outer periphery of ideologue and snaps back into the deep reverie of the mind because the answer is simply "No" or "Don't Know".
Then, there's the question of When. When are we really talking about oppression? This is nothing new that civlizations have not done for thousands of years. Oppression is a cycle of life. It is the overpowering forces of Nature that take hold of all things natural in our world. The only unnatural part of our world, it seems, is the uncannily unnatural human mind.
The problem here is almost simple, almost the core of all problems, almost; numbers. We are constricted by them, and we are ruled by them. Everything we live by are numbered or have numbers, and that includes resources. Humans need more numbers than other humans to survive; these numbers can be land, food, and or material wealth, which goes full circle. All of these ideas combined are the limbs of a central theme for resources and wealth in resources. The ideas that flow come from the luxuries of such resources or a by-product of the influence of these resources.
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"In a minute there is time
For decisions and Revisions which in a minute will reverse"
An Affectionate Letter
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Anonymous 101
The internet world, like a library, contains millions of downloadable pages of text, image, and voice that is widely viewed as educational. Some areas of the internet, like pornography, are not.
Iranian internet authorities, monitoring the millions of users from within their borders, takes the greatest pains to block user access to websites like Anonymizer, or The Cloak, and view the world of the internet in terms of Keywords, and not as a whole.
The keywords here are:
Ass
Teen
Woman
Girl
Soft
Hard
(etc..)
With these keywords belted under their waist, and the support of companies like SmartFilter, they reach into the internet using the cooperation of their ICPs and ISPs and effectively block almost all resources, including cancer and health, that use some of those keywords in their websites.
The unsettling part is that although some users may get a hold of an anonymous proxy service provider, they can never be sure that all the services provide completely anonymous surfing. This is true, especially in Iran. While inside, my email was listed onto a newsletter that would be sent every once in a while with a list of two or more free anonymous providers. Each day, people would access these sites, and then, it would be blocked. But, again, how can one be sure that when you send your surf inquiries you are REALLY safe?
Anonymous servers that are accessible in the IRI are anonymous, between the anonymous server and the server the user is trying to access, but they are not always anonymous between the anonymous server and the user's server.
That's where the user may be under an unintentional but hazardous circumstance; And, in all likelihood, this will continue to be the case.
*I tested a few of them while there, and the variation in them was astonishing: One of the sites that was not filtered was www.missworld.com...This is making more sense by the minute.
Iranian internet authorities, monitoring the millions of users from within their borders, takes the greatest pains to block user access to websites like Anonymizer, or The Cloak, and view the world of the internet in terms of Keywords, and not as a whole.
The keywords here are:
Ass
Teen
Woman
Girl
Soft
Hard
(etc..)
With these keywords belted under their waist, and the support of companies like SmartFilter, they reach into the internet using the cooperation of their ICPs and ISPs and effectively block almost all resources, including cancer and health, that use some of those keywords in their websites.
The unsettling part is that although some users may get a hold of an anonymous proxy service provider, they can never be sure that all the services provide completely anonymous surfing. This is true, especially in Iran. While inside, my email was listed onto a newsletter that would be sent every once in a while with a list of two or more free anonymous providers. Each day, people would access these sites, and then, it would be blocked. But, again, how can one be sure that when you send your surf inquiries you are REALLY safe?
Anonymous servers that are accessible in the IRI are anonymous, between the anonymous server and the server the user is trying to access, but they are not always anonymous between the anonymous server and the user's server.
That's where the user may be under an unintentional but hazardous circumstance; And, in all likelihood, this will continue to be the case.
*I tested a few of them while there, and the variation in them was astonishing: One of the sites that was not filtered was www.missworld.com...This is making more sense by the minute.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Note
I miss that cat. It's intolerable, I remember when she was just a baby.
But, it was a male. A male with a penchant for silk curtains and satin bed sheets...haha.
Here's her brother, who is not mine, and is actually a female with a penchant for the outdoors, wild mice, and a lion's mane.
But, it was a male. A male with a penchant for silk curtains and satin bed sheets...haha.
Here's her brother, who is not mine, and is actually a female with a penchant for the outdoors, wild mice, and a lion's mane.
World Cup '06
NOTE; The below was written before re-reading the link.
This is about a cartoon that, after the Danish episode, seems out of place and extremely distasteful of the newspaper that published it not because they should "be censored for inciting Muslim anger" but because they represented the Iranian Futbol team in such a manner that is just shameful. Iranian futbol players are not suiidal bombers, and they will not be used as potential suicide bombers, and never will.. Futbol is a sport that is respected in Iran, and although the German press that published this may see the Irony of the cartoon, MOST people in Iran will not find it amusing at all, and will be sincerely hurt by that image. It was a cruel joke, however ironic and intellectually entertaining the cartoonist/publishers believed it to be.
Note 2;
After talking with a partner in crime of mine, I re-read the paper and noticed that I missed ONE sentence, and because of that one sentence I lost the message that this article was conveying about the cartoon and about the reactions of some Iranians to it. I'm surprised that it happened to me, but it's really eye opening to see what weaknesses normal people like me have when we don't re-read and re-interpret something.
The sentence was
This is about a cartoon that, after the Danish episode, seems out of place and extremely distasteful of the newspaper that published it not because they should "be censored for inciting Muslim anger" but because they represented the Iranian Futbol team in such a manner that is just shameful. Iranian futbol players are not suiidal bombers, and they will not be used as potential suicide bombers, and never will.. Futbol is a sport that is respected in Iran, and although the German press that published this may see the Irony of the cartoon, MOST people in Iran will not find it amusing at all, and will be sincerely hurt by that image. It was a cruel joke, however ironic and intellectually entertaining the cartoonist/publishers believed it to be.
Note 2;
After talking with a partner in crime of mine, I re-read the paper and noticed that I missed ONE sentence, and because of that one sentence I lost the message that this article was conveying about the cartoon and about the reactions of some Iranians to it. I'm surprised that it happened to me, but it's really eye opening to see what weaknesses normal people like me have when we don't re-read and re-interpret something.
The sentence was
"It was not, they said, intended as a satire on Iran or even as a comment on suicide bombing."
Personal Responsibility
Forming our groups and our guidelines, we sometimes forget to reach out and remind ourselves and others that there are people behind the text, that there are aspirations, desires, and functioning emotions. At times, we can store away a closely knit group of individuals, proceed to make a cause, work on the cause, then forget the vision. The importance of reflection is to revitalize that vision, to return the focus of the individuals or groups to the vision, if only for a moment, and to encourage the establishments that produced that vision initially.
Considering that we don't happen to bond with more than one or two people at one time in our lives, at a personal and interpersonal level, it is safe to assume that the outer periphery of friends should be twice as many, or more. Why? Because the small circle of interrelationships with one or two people is usually not enough. There is not enough data, information, interpretation, and individual result. Instead, we confine the circle to a level of communication that is directed in only one or two directions; perhaps, we have the relationship of mother to daughter, and lover to loved -two relationships in our lives- but we forge less relationships in the world of spiritual leader to follower, colleage to colleague, scholar to scholar...artist to?
Considering that we don't happen to bond with more than one or two people at one time in our lives, at a personal and interpersonal level, it is safe to assume that the outer periphery of friends should be twice as many, or more. Why? Because the small circle of interrelationships with one or two people is usually not enough. There is not enough data, information, interpretation, and individual result. Instead, we confine the circle to a level of communication that is directed in only one or two directions; perhaps, we have the relationship of mother to daughter, and lover to loved -two relationships in our lives- but we forge less relationships in the world of spiritual leader to follower, colleage to colleague, scholar to scholar...artist to?
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Leaders and Leadership
There could be a notion of leadership in some third-world countries that involves a degree of leadership in which the subordinates, collectively dis-engaged from the leadership process and achievements, are directed towards the idea that leadership is inherited by the order of select chromasomal crosses bred from an elite hierarchy of individuals in ancient times, and who, through the art of Darwinian theory, have acquired the genes for Leadership in the blood of their veins.
This disputable claim in the West was shred out of the different disciplines studying leadership in the 1900s, but, seems to have invaded some groups of peoples and evaded extermination in particular third world countries.
Much of this concept relies on leadership being measured by what it is rather than what it does.
It is noticed that leadership in the online community, reiterated by a group like Global Voices, encourages a leadership community that can effectively measure its performance and success by the development and decision-making skills of its constituents, rather than the quantity of the output of the followers it focuses attention on the distribution of power and execution to members of a team.
This disputable claim in the West was shred out of the different disciplines studying leadership in the 1900s, but, seems to have invaded some groups of peoples and evaded extermination in particular third world countries.
Much of this concept relies on leadership being measured by what it is rather than what it does.
It is noticed that leadership in the online community, reiterated by a group like Global Voices, encourages a leadership community that can effectively measure its performance and success by the development and decision-making skills of its constituents, rather than the quantity of the output of the followers it focuses attention on the distribution of power and execution to members of a team.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Bia2
This website called Bia2.com has a directory of Hidden Cam pics that are basically pictures to feed to the frency of the typical voyeuristic and perverted Iranian male who, I presume, does not get enough time to jeer, catcall, hiss, poke, and pinch Iranian girls -so- has to go online and do it there too.
The funny thing is that, Bia2.com's hidden cam is not censored in Iran if you use the cache in Google. I wonder...Really, I do. Breast Cancer is censored, and this???
My take is that the boys taking these pictures are young,middle-to-high class boys around 17-30 (that's about the meaning of Young in Iran, because if they're from middle-to-high class, they are most likely still living with their mothers and still unmarried, or perhaps only engaged these days)
They have a fascination with the garbed body of bulemic girls who can afford to eat, but instead, buy coke and a hamburger but eat only 25.00050500050493993 Calories of it?
Let's see if I remember correctly; a walk to to park was about ten or fifteen offers to hitch a ride, double that in catcalls and perverted slurs, and triple that in head-to-toe stares, but, for some reason, these western-perceived religious people don't seem so religious anymore...Although, not all the young men are like this, I think it was pretty obvious that they are only a minority...if you haven't dated by 14, you are behind in Iran. And that's middle-to-high class, have no clue about the lower class but I don't count on them being as prolific, they couldn't afford to have four or five girlfriends at the same time (cell phone bills-10T, food you buy-50T, clothing and jewelry for each-50T, etc.)
The funny thing is that, Bia2.com's hidden cam is not censored in Iran if you use the cache in Google. I wonder...Really, I do. Breast Cancer is censored, and this???
My take is that the boys taking these pictures are young,middle-to-high class boys around 17-30 (that's about the meaning of Young in Iran, because if they're from middle-to-high class, they are most likely still living with their mothers and still unmarried, or perhaps only engaged these days)
They have a fascination with the garbed body of bulemic girls who can afford to eat, but instead, buy coke and a hamburger but eat only 25.00050500050493993 Calories of it?
Let's see if I remember correctly; a walk to to park was about ten or fifteen offers to hitch a ride, double that in catcalls and perverted slurs, and triple that in head-to-toe stares, but, for some reason, these western-perceived religious people don't seem so religious anymore...Although, not all the young men are like this, I think it was pretty obvious that they are only a minority...if you haven't dated by 14, you are behind in Iran. And that's middle-to-high class, have no clue about the lower class but I don't count on them being as prolific, they couldn't afford to have four or five girlfriends at the same time (cell phone bills-10T, food you buy-50T, clothing and jewelry for each-50T, etc.)
The Photograph
A photograph, is a photograph, is a photograph without words.
A photograph is like a journey into the human past without so much as a sentence written anywhere, a journey into the unique fascination that humans have for the eternal strife of a world most polluted by it, or for that matter, the eternal struggle. We wonder as we stare at the young boy hanging at the gallows, we wonder how long we can stare at it, our eyes fixated at the point of points where all the angles seem to point; his lifeless body. Is it really me looking, or is it someone else fixated by the power that death brings to our existence?
There are times, when we may think of the photograph as the simple venture into the universality of human reaction; a goofy smile on a child's face in Iran, holding a crayon and drawing pictures; here, the pictures are of God, and unisex buses, together again. There, you will see the gleaming skin of the model in the shopping center at Kish, her shining white teeth flashing at the camera's lens while a young, darly dressed Chador floats by, a ghost, and we wonder what these ghosts are made of.
It could be that in the photograph, we see parts of ourselves that we could never imagine being seen, a voyeuristic delving into the mind's constant need for attention. How much of our skin would we show to the world, and would we show it when we are dying? A slow, destructive death and then the skin that harbors it?
Fascination with the grotesque, the seemingly undivided worlds of 'normal' and the Spectrum of Normalcy; "the weird", like the fascinating coverage of the Elections nearly a year ago, would be on the very extreme ends of that spectrum. But, we will grade these 'weirds' giving them an approval rating of Five Stars or less. And it's well. It's distinctively a domination by the camera, where the sense of words are lost, but the translations are endless.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Tuition and Teaching
My take on my statistics teacher is about the same take I had when I first realized that this whole university thing is NOT for real. I mean, for real real. I am paying for my tuition, I will be paying for it once I get out of University. SO, I would like to have my money's worth, especially if I will be paying nearly half my annual salary to give my loans back...Here's some advice to any teachers who may read this; if you don't know how to explain the answer to a question on the homework, DON'T FORCE US TO DO IT.
There.
There.
Monday, February 13, 2006
The Stubborn Wind
"Shhuu" is the wind claiming air
pushing against the window sill
seating itself, "Shhuu", there it is,
Quiet, listen to its slow resistance,
It's slow, slow, snail like perturbance,
constantly abating itself as it screams,
by, by, and gone.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Sustance and Substinance
Her voice is equated to a virginal mouse's, that squeaks beneath the floorboards in its terror, frantically hoarding crumbs underneath her straw-filled nest, hoping to feast on those tiny jewels when a cold winter comes-because it will.
Would the little mouse succumb to the little cheese? Yes, it would. The more real the cheese, the greater its size, the more attractive.
We hope that she will watch carefully where she places those tiny padded paws of hers; it would be ugly if she did not.
Although, her survival constitutes not her intelligence, but rather her affinity to survival, or Survival's affinity to her. She has met many weak and sniffling mice who survived ordeals that, apparently, MENSA mice did not.
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Would the little mouse succumb to the little cheese? Yes, it would. The more real the cheese, the greater its size, the more attractive.
We hope that she will watch carefully where she places those tiny padded paws of hers; it would be ugly if she did not.
Although, her survival constitutes not her intelligence, but rather her affinity to survival, or Survival's affinity to her. She has met many weak and sniffling mice who survived ordeals that, apparently, MENSA mice did not.
* * * * *
I called the Devil and he came,
His face with wonder I must scan
He is not ugly, he is not lame,
He is a delightful, charming man;
A man in the prime of life, in fact,
Courteous, engaging, and full of tact.
A diplomat, too, of wide research
Who cleverly talks about State and Church.
A little pale, but that is en règle
For now he is studying Sanskrit and Hegel.
RCon and Separatism of Thoughts
Most enjoyable article about the Identity of Humans in a Co-Operative Hierarchy of the Internet, where the author, Rebecca, insures the readers of their worst fears; cyber-utopians and Microsoft led conferences discussing Identity on the Internet.
Well, it does stretch forward to point out those two facts, but it also reaches left and right to gather resources and material for you readers to plainly gain insight and to refurbish your internet terminology and phobia at the same time. In the receptive balancing act of displaying both the cons, arch-cons, and developing cons of the conference, she urges the readers with technical abilities in programming, online script, and internet savvy vocabulary to contribute to this dialogue; eventually, her reasoning being, that with a technologically advanced opposition, there may be a plausible response to this increasingly disarrayed and Big Brother-type censorship and stalking of the internet users.
My take on this is that the public have no idea this is going on; except for the few thousands who read her blog (and although my mission is not to make-believe that if the public knew there would be a better future for the internet) there is a consensus that the more the better.
Just as the corporate world takes advantage of the numbers to reel in their Greens (I am not going into those finer points), the writers of the world should take it upon them to introduce this topic (though heavy on technical jargon such as metasystems) in Laymen terms and to give their opinions or graft their solutions and offer them to the Identity Gang or to any group they would rather toss their salad of ideas with.
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I may need to separate my Archives- but don't know how?
0.0 Hmmmm.
Well, it does stretch forward to point out those two facts, but it also reaches left and right to gather resources and material for you readers to plainly gain insight and to refurbish your internet terminology and phobia at the same time. In the receptive balancing act of displaying both the cons, arch-cons, and developing cons of the conference, she urges the readers with technical abilities in programming, online script, and internet savvy vocabulary to contribute to this dialogue; eventually, her reasoning being, that with a technologically advanced opposition, there may be a plausible response to this increasingly disarrayed and Big Brother-type censorship and stalking of the internet users.
My take on this is that the public have no idea this is going on; except for the few thousands who read her blog (and although my mission is not to make-believe that if the public knew there would be a better future for the internet) there is a consensus that the more the better.
Just as the corporate world takes advantage of the numbers to reel in their Greens (I am not going into those finer points), the writers of the world should take it upon them to introduce this topic (though heavy on technical jargon such as metasystems) in Laymen terms and to give their opinions or graft their solutions and offer them to the Identity Gang or to any group they would rather toss their salad of ideas with.
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I may need to separate my Archives- but don't know how?
0.0 Hmmmm.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Media and Bloglogue
I really liked this blossoming idea, and now I feel like it has the potential to bridge the gap between the online and offline thinkers; This is not the only communique for the internet, their are varied and widely popular groups like Usenet that utilize their technology to offer discussion of opinions on many subjects but the Bloglogue has references from a collection of thinkers collected based on Global Voice's mission.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
The Little Bitty Heart
However it may seem great to be outstanding like stars and beyond the expecte bright, it should not be implied that by such standards humbleness and introvertedness should be looked down upon. Is this one without the other, or neither without the other?
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
We May Agree On One Thing Only
And that is the fact that the people that I know may not know this, but everytime they disagree with the words coming out of the IRI leadership's mouths, they are one step closer to sanity and one giant leap from a monkey's ass.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
The Brains
Why are some people receptive to illusion and fantasy while others just as easily find it puzzling or uninviting...Those people who perceive illusion also invest positive feelings into it, those who do not invest neutrality but not negativity...Strange.
The Safety Net
I feel very sympathetic towards the plight of this journalist described here.
The problem with her is that she wrote her name and signed her fate onto a scrap of paper telling her feelings about the figure of Khomeini in the IRI. Unfortunately, she did not bend over and lick the soles of his feet like some journalists have done at various levels of governance; instead, Elham Afrutan used the analogy of the epidemic of AIDS to compare to 'Khomeini's revolution in the IRI.
I do think that the risk she played was very high and that the consequences they will give to her because of that risk-taking are unjust and criminal offenses to the rights of man themselves. She has the right to condone and or condemn that regime, but, unfortunately, not in the IRI.
So, remember kids, it isn't such a safe net after all.
The problem with her is that she wrote her name and signed her fate onto a scrap of paper telling her feelings about the figure of Khomeini in the IRI. Unfortunately, she did not bend over and lick the soles of his feet like some journalists have done at various levels of governance; instead, Elham Afrutan used the analogy of the epidemic of AIDS to compare to 'Khomeini's revolution in the IRI.
I do think that the risk she played was very high and that the consequences they will give to her because of that risk-taking are unjust and criminal offenses to the rights of man themselves. She has the right to condone and or condemn that regime, but, unfortunately, not in the IRI.
So, remember kids, it isn't such a safe net after all.
The Embassy Fire; An Old Lesson In History
Why do I feel like the saying "what goes around comes around" is being applied literally into our world of actualities, and that we are beginning to convince small parts of ourselves that the reaction has far better results than the action.
By the 'conversation', if you can even call it that, on S'CAN-IRANIC's post between Vazraka and I, it would seem that the logical solution to the struggles of the world is, I quote from Vazraka;
By the 'conversation', if you can even call it that, on S'CAN-IRANIC's post between Vazraka and I, it would seem that the logical solution to the struggles of the world is, I quote from Vazraka;
Monday, February 06, 2006
This Is Life
Evidently, my search for the inevitable came at its due course and clasped its grimy fingers at my throat and pulled me down, rather quickly, into its cave of oblivion. I don't remember if it is called the act of "individual revolution" or rather "cultural evolution" when one realizes that these memories and feelings of hopelessness are continuous, they are eternal and have been carried for thousands of years on the shoulders of other human thinkers, striking at random and leaving it up to the humans to blink and then collectively gather their hopelessness into strands of DNA and pass it on to the next of their kind.
A gift, the observer would say, to ease the pain.
It seems to be interrelated, that the objects of our concerns and desires are of enough importance that they occupy space and are labeled with yellow post-its that say "Important" and that we carry with us in our handbags while we climb and dig and grapple for an exit; ultimately, ending up on our backs (like cockroaches when they are found in your kitchen sink)
and having lost the post-its that we so interestingly pinned to our foreheads hoping that others would see that my "Important" is bigger then their "Important'.
Somehow, the great order of information ravages the people's minds, headlines settling into the creases of their cerebral cortex as they try and sift through the importance of language, as language occupies the very axis of the society. They struggle to understand simple reasons for religious cartoonists and mockery( for reactionaries, haters, lovers), for schoolchildren shot, for spaceships launched into the darkness, for endangered species, and new shampoo brands for family pets, for happy endings and sad endings, for Prince Charming and Beauty;
But, the observer will not move, not for the dying and not for the rich, not for the crazy nor for the simple-minded...The people will continue to staple their foreheads and the people will continue to struggle to say "I love you"....and the billions of dollars will keep coming, and they will keep going. Just as the ocean tide comes in at night, and leaves early in the morning.
A gift, the observer would say, to ease the pain.
It seems to be interrelated, that the objects of our concerns and desires are of enough importance that they occupy space and are labeled with yellow post-its that say "Important" and that we carry with us in our handbags while we climb and dig and grapple for an exit; ultimately, ending up on our backs (like cockroaches when they are found in your kitchen sink)
and having lost the post-its that we so interestingly pinned to our foreheads hoping that others would see that my "Important" is bigger then their "Important'.
Somehow, the great order of information ravages the people's minds, headlines settling into the creases of their cerebral cortex as they try and sift through the importance of language, as language occupies the very axis of the society. They struggle to understand simple reasons for religious cartoonists and mockery( for reactionaries, haters, lovers), for schoolchildren shot, for spaceships launched into the darkness, for endangered species, and new shampoo brands for family pets, for happy endings and sad endings, for Prince Charming and Beauty;
But, the observer will not move, not for the dying and not for the rich, not for the crazy nor for the simple-minded...The people will continue to staple their foreheads and the people will continue to struggle to say "I love you"....and the billions of dollars will keep coming, and they will keep going. Just as the ocean tide comes in at night, and leaves early in the morning.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Correctness and Connection
I have a little problem with this article, and my reasoning is my developing belief that when writing articles, correctness in writing is of key importance.
Applying the principles and conventions of correct writing is largely a matter of bridging the gap between the writer and the reader; the cleaner the writing is; in terms of punctuation, grammar, and structure; the more fluid the communication power of writer to reader it is.
Without the methods and applications of correct writing, communication becomes difficult to master let alone share, especially if your audience is a wide range of intellectuals and theoreticians in the making.
Make a good impression by applying critical writing skills as well as creative, social skills that put lasting effects on the readers...don't force the reader to play Mad-Libs with your work when they have no time to start filling-in-the-blanks for you. Have the sense to remember that a sentence will make or break you in the world of online communities such as newsblogs or op-eds.
Sitting down and writing what you think is not correct writing. The ability to function as a critical thinker and writer is determined by the fruits of your labor, and there are no exceptions if you are at the top of the writing community -especially- if you are at the top.
Although, it might be time to get a new job if you still haven't realized that.
Applying the principles and conventions of correct writing is largely a matter of bridging the gap between the writer and the reader; the cleaner the writing is; in terms of punctuation, grammar, and structure; the more fluid the communication power of writer to reader it is.
Without the methods and applications of correct writing, communication becomes difficult to master let alone share, especially if your audience is a wide range of intellectuals and theoreticians in the making.
Make a good impression by applying critical writing skills as well as creative, social skills that put lasting effects on the readers...don't force the reader to play Mad-Libs with your work when they have no time to start filling-in-the-blanks for you. Have the sense to remember that a sentence will make or break you in the world of online communities such as newsblogs or op-eds.
Sitting down and writing what you think is not correct writing. The ability to function as a critical thinker and writer is determined by the fruits of your labor, and there are no exceptions if you are at the top of the writing community -especially- if you are at the top.
Although, it might be time to get a new job if you still haven't realized that.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Pregnant
Not between Heaven’s doors, Hell’s gates, nor Limbo will the dead man walk; for eternity he will swagger, sway, and slump into the earth dusting the surface with the remnants of his laughter- and words- as they fall into his bones and scatter to.
Here, the book will open and he will rise to point at his scorn, and read the lines-
There, science and religion mock him with cracking statues, glaring into the sun with inscribed embellishments.
And his head will bend over to read the lines and cast darkness over the words, shadow in the wake of his knowledge.
What becomes True in truth; only the true meaning that nothing IS but truth...
The truth then exists besides no other, being whole and complete and unaffected by positive nor negative, but there the gods and the slaves of God urge the good in truth, and in turn possess the non-truth as evil, or wrong…if that is the existence of a humanized belief in truth, of a belief in good and evil, why, then, what will we even do in our heavens and hells? Contemplate good when there is no evil? Contemplate evil when there is no good?
Blame my parents and save me the trouble.
The idea is attractive in itself, because his language speaks to the fire in the youthful mind, it reaches out to the trigger-happy generation or individual that feels actions speak louder than words, that a KO on the political dancefloor would show the world who's boss and let everyone know how powerful the ol' King Kong really is. If you've seen the movie, you may understand how 'powerful' King Kong really was and understand why even King Kong can be softened by the shapely curves of a banana.
However much there is this urgency to justify the actions of the burning of the embassies, the facts point to the evils of violence and destruction. The Nagasaki and Hiroshima bombings were horrendous in their death tolls and the destruction they wreaked, and the end result was in all probability the end of the war, but it seems that their is no justification for such an act. However we cannot condemn those who acted upon that, because they are long gone, but we can resist the urge to commit those crimes again by dialogue and mutual relationships.
Where does the bombings of the Embassy fit in here? The bombings of the Embassy were assumed in retaliation for the cartoon depicting Mohammad, the prophet of Islam, to some mischievous ends, but the fact of the matter is that those who committed these crimes are no better than the Christian fanatics who bombed the abortion clinics. The cartoon may undermine the Muslims idea of his Prophet, it may be horrible and disconcerting to a faithful man or woman, but it isn't supposed to lead to burning or savagery. This act should lead to the opposite, the peace and the respect between religions and countries; the newspaper that chose to print such a comic should be punished, as a principle of inciting the anger of a great number of religious groups and as a double-standard for its strict rules against comedy on Jesus but slackness in the Islamic view. Seeing this punishment, the Muslims must know that they have to be patient, is that not the Prophet's ruling? Patience? Because I sure as hell remember being told that in high school. Or, was it jihad-like war constitutes a higher status than patience and civility?
When the history of civilizations shows that humans have been fighting over land and sea for thousands of years, who is to say that we should stop now? How can we stop the tide of human savagery and blood-thirst? Their pride? Their power struggles? If there is no definitive answer like 'heaven on earth', will that mean we must resort to the option of violence over peaceful resistance?