i read a little to understand what a meme is, and how our internet gives us new memes. and i read about the doge because somebody mentioned dogecoin several times. but at the end of the wikipedia article on doge, i felt diminished. and i had to look a little harder before i noticed under “Reception” that “not everyone is happy” or something to that effect, and it noted that “citation needed.” so im not alone when being less than enthusiastic about a photo of a staring dog, with broken english typed in through infantile substatements. there’s a syntax beyond which you cease to be speaking authentic doge mammalspeak, and therein lies the charm and art form. cute animal photo, broken english heavily asian in syntax. so here’s my simple observation. is there a dilemma between elevating the cute dog to say it’s mumbling to us, or are we lowering ourselves to the level of broken sentences, and these broken sentences include more non-native speakers? i didnt hear about the doge meme until i heard of a cryptocurrency using its stereotype. but apparently the US Congress recognized the cultural significance by issuing some memoranda using doge speak. i must try to locate those documents. thank you, and have a nice day.
Sure, sounds like a great title, whatever. Here are 2 important observations, with 2 interesting corollaries. Firstly, the issue of attention span. This is looked at, (have to reread that orwell piece on bad writers), from within a project during the actual implementation. Its all highly subjective, but one thing which became apparent was that certain project specifications were sufficiently numerous that the barrier to completing the necessary steps to build it could only be conducted by an agency of sufficient attention span. Notice the “first person” has not been used whilst blathering on about attention span. The second idea which struck me half way through, or what seemed to be halfway, was the risk associated with committing to a specific deliverable. Notice, that there’s ONE deliverable. There are nested concepts at work here, but that’s another discussion. Hypothetically, should the project not reach completion with a useable product, then the time spent is wasted and the costs of opportunity become very significant given the lack of any positive returns. Risk is a greater issue the longer the project continues. We’re talking about manufacturing projects with a defined product, not perennial maintenance contracts. Certainly plenty of startups dont get off the ground, and the sooner its identified as unachievable the better it is to reallocate resources to a more likely successor. Anyway, during the most recent foray into media production, these last two ideas really stuck around. Attention span and risk.
So here are the corollaries. First, the concept of a storyboard became highly utilized. In other words, as a programmer, this newly rebranded animator began using a rudimentary story board. But only at the level of screenplay. Just a text editor, with no scratches or scrawls, neither on PC nor on paper. Still, the Libretto if you will, truly found a way from rough draft to refined roadmap. This made implementing the scenes actually achievable (improvisation is well and desirable, but might i remind thee of attention span). The second corollary is the concept of documenting the implementation. Which is a metavideo about the “making of the movie K!” This came about entirely spontaneously and I’m glad it will be the only occasion the first person is used in this essay: to laud its inception.
BTW, “Why Andrew Coyne’s Headline Writer Sucks” is not a non sequitur. Here’s the first, “Free speech founders without judgement, tolerance”. Here it sounds simplistically close to Coyne accusing the founding fathers of some buffo0onery, inst3ad of, well you get the idea. The second headline reads “Time to retire claims that Canada’s middle class is ‘struggling'”. When reread quickly enough in a line wrapped column on the left, it sounds as if somebody is claiming the middle class is struggling, rather than the support group “Time to Retire” is conducting a campaign of some sort.
PS lots of people tried to interrupt me while i wrote this. So i used the first person just now.
So yes, i seem to have layered multiple technologies across my workflow. Gibberish you say? (i cant believe im using capital letters, seemingly as a strategy…) AND why use the 2nd person? WHO needs to be polite and pretend to be addressing somebody? IM writing for myself and ROBOTS. THERES a greater emphasis on producing original content in a nontrivial capacity rather than any perceived obstructions. THEY’RE statements, hopefully legible and discerningly of value.
WOW heres a new PARAGRAPH. ITS important to understand the components in a workflow. SOME are more straightforward than others. BOXES and containers are easy to identify, but maybe less easy to control and configure. EVERYBODY understands what pictures are. OR motion pictures. HOWBOUT navigation? THAT is more subtle. ICAN identify this linkage as two aspects (of perhaps more than 2) of page content. THE first aspect is publishing (input) the content. (LIKE what kindof form would be interfaced to the USER/AUTHOR). AND the second aspect is presentation (output). ISUBMIT this could be a stylish list of titles, or a presentation of slides showing at regular/random/robust intervals (that was alliteration.) THIS subtle component and/or field of webstuff is what im calling navigation: like what can we click on? THERE way well be a significant design element involved here, but i must emphasize that im feeling more of a programmatic set of tasks and/or responsibilities when reflect on NAVIGATION. CERTAINLY wordpress puts most of the responsibility on me to concoct a cool new navigation menu that doesnt look boring. PS INDEX this with APLOMB.
Long bicycle trips are great. Enter the unscheduled gift of equipment failure. To be sure, most of us who travel extensively with our bikes carry around one or two inner tubes, a pump, and sometimes even a spare tire still in its original box. A wrench and/or pliers and that takes care of flat tires. How often does anybody anticipate something a little more severe? I could easily suggest breaking a chain, or even screwing up a pedal so it keeps coming off the threads on the crank. But that’s not what happened to me this fine spring day.
I started hearing noises from what I thought was the bottom bracket, you know, the axle connecting the pedals in the middle of the frame. There was grinding noise which was not good. So why didn’t I turn around and get back home? Why, indeed. I had to go out to the country, and my milkcrates were packed with food and a change of clothes, nevermind the hardware. Therefore I decided to cop out, do the right thing, and call a friend of mine. I knew he had a car, didn’t drive it much, and he was cool. And i picked the wrong day to have my bike misfire because he garbled some excuse about how someone else was driving it. Then I called yet another buddy who would have come and taxied me, but I guess it was bad timing, and he was in the middle of a meeting.
No, I didn’t start walking back. I had barely set out and it was obvious the safe thing to do would have been skipping the project. My mechanical experiences have tended to be a combination of improvised components and fingers crossed. Sometimes the equipment would be patient and merciful. Then there were those moments when that crucial component being exposed to laws such as friction, pressure, torque, or whatever, would finally collapse. Putting my optimism to the task, I decided to try the bicycle again, and test its resistance. It worked, after some pushing, and it seemed as if I pedaled through whatever rust I imagined had invaded the interior of the turning part I thought was having trouble. Today’s mission wasn’t going to be deterred by anything mundane such as risk management.
Turns out my crapshoot with the equipment was partially successful. I managed to pass the half way mark along the river and figured I had managed to pedal the grit out of whatever was grinding when the chain locked up. No fear, I got off the road and immediately saw the chain had lodged itself between the gears on the back wheel and the hub itself. It was the freewheel which was coming loose, and since it was wobbling and creating space the chain had found its way where it wasn’t supposed to go. I dislodged the chain and found the freewheel was wobbling on the hub, and I was wrong once again. The perception that I was grinding the bottom bracket was famously mistaken, and here I was in the middle of the journey.
The prospect of taking a cab was of course way beyond anything I could manage. I mean I kept on going since my pedals were still transferring propulsion to the wheels. There was no sense reaching out over the telephone to my destination since I knew I wasn’t close enough to get picked up. Instead, I stopped switching gears, and just shut up and tried not to do any more damage. And it worked, to a point, allowing me to discover the implications of sustained cycling with failing equipment. Eventually you will achieve various forms of disintegration. This is of the low tech variety, like when you finally realize one part detached from the next. I had completely disassembled the gear cluster from the hub and now was without any torque whatsoever. It was time to walk.
Nevertheless, I was within range of getting ferried by the likes of Shawn and Roger, and certainly it was helpful to retain a few cell phone minutes for the may day call. Of course I had the usual ribbing about cyclists and their penchant for hogging the road, but that was negligible compared with a 2 hour hike. I got picked up at the agreed intersection about a quarter hour later. I’m sure most are wondering how in any way this could be considered an eventful anecdote worthy of a story around a campfire. It isn’t. What IS significant however is the balance of estimates which drove me to speculate on how easy it would be to get somewhere. I knew that the closer I was to certain strategic points on the compass, the easier it would be to have my support network drop what they’re doing and help me. But I had no precise idea as to what was wrong or how long my bike would last. By the way, it wasn’t raining which would have made matters slightly more challenging. If you’re not already a cyclist invested in traveling without engines, then keep it recreational. When its your primary form of transportation its easier to take the risk. I still have to get back from the country, but thats another story entirely.
Consider anecdotes for a simple, safer form of “literature”. Telling people what happened one fine monday on the way to work, or something bizarrely unique, such as a flat tire and who stopped to help, well, what could possibly be unsafe about any other way of expressing one’s self? But that is failure of course. Penning a magnum opus can be wrought with some not insignificant difficulties. And still it is easier to imagine being witty than actually evaluating one’s “exciting” day to day activities (clears throat) in order to select which one to share with a dedicated audience. Lets say I found a bag of oysters on my porch, which is not close to the beach, but is adjacent to a liquor store. Great, I found some obviously abandoned oysters. Now that’s material worthy of getting syndicated.
The oysters were careful not to be offensive so I took them inside. I had spent some time in Massachusetts, and they were readily available in the North End close to the docks. This particular Friday happened to be in April, it was just before Easter, and to make things more diverse, the Passover weekend was calendar neutral. I made up that last term on the spot, and don’t forget that oysters are considered “shellfish”, even though they sound like mollusks. Those of you who don’t understand frequent references to kosher dills, bagels, or other delicatessen jokes have never been to Brooklyn. I could tell that I was rapidly developing an engaging plotline.
I carefully examined the oysters, which smelt like ocean, plain salty ocean, nothing nefarious. Two things came initially to mind. One, dump the opened ones. These few were obviously dead. Bye guys. Next, I decided I would try only one, wait and see, and deemed that adequately cautious and very like monkeys. They were fine. There was nothing wrong with the oysters I elected to dispatch. It was my techique at opening them which caught my attention. In other words, I ended up poking a couple fingers with the knife I was using. Something very subtle and almost Confucian in its humor made me slow down my desire for convenience. Wondering about the delicate nature of my digestive system made it easy to ignore how difficult it was to pry open an oyster. Notice I avoid calling myself clumsy.
Recommended reading which comes to mind is The Pearl by John Steinbeck. The main premise of that story was “the pearl of the world.” Myself, I encountered no such fortune whilst cleaning the oysters, but the irony did present itself for my amusement. I understand the varieties of shells which produce pearls are not the same oysters farmed for consumption, but that factored little in my imagination. From what I recall the story took up no more than 100 pages, but Steinbeck told an emotional story. Few things are more self serving than making the most unlikely references to classic material from the doldrums of one’s personal manifesto. Think of it like a brief resting place in an otherwise vast expanse of tundra. A reminder of what it means to be riveted, compelled, and even inspired.
Anybody suggesting the oysters were somehow related to the feast of Passover and/or Easter either has an agenda or is already a syndicated columnist. The oysters reminded me of that rather obscure scene in Alice in Wonderland where the Walrus is leading them out of the water on the beach. Needless to say I didn’t tell anybody about them. I did come up with a different approach to opening them. The trick is to trim the lips of the shell so that a visible crack becomes accessible for the blade. More than anything, a far more measured application of the knife provided better control. Now is a good time to use one of those fancy legal disclaimers talking about how not to try this at home.
Its nerve racking but still needs to be said before people start to scream. Feel free to embellish, yes, even exaggerate circumstances for to generate some interest. I didn’t say to outright lie, or use some other form of blatant fabrication. But boldly interpreting some happenstance could easily make the difference between being “relegated to the dustbin” and “waxing eloquent.” The postmodern euphemism for ginning up a tall tale is popularly known as putting a “spin” on a particular story. Its par for the course. Provided the target audience has a pulse, don’t be shy about using provocative language. To me its an oyster. To others its undoubtedly an aphrodisiac marking the overture to a bender of Bukowski proportions. He was a some piece of writer, IMHO, and thats keeping it diplomatic.
Its not the most dynamic anecdote I could have launched, but its very recent. Which is equivalent when pointing out how Spinal Tap is one of Britain’s loudest bands. In order to select anything more exciting, yet at the same time politically correct, I would have to consult with another character in my past consciousness. There are real guidelines to correctness, so discussing random gifts of seafood seemed like it struck the right tone. I set the bar lower at this point, hoping to experience richly controversial events for some future tapestry. Just because you don’t get food poisoning doesn’t mean you’re not going to poke yourself with a knife. Thats more than an anecdote. Its an allegory, wrapped in a fable, typed into a web page.
BtW, i changed my font size, specifically to type in these endless yarns. I also resized my window to immediately get the correct wordwrap length for lines. An editor at DigitalJournal.com (ooo, put a link) made a comment about the formatting of one of my initial submissions to that portal. They were correct, and i had gone back to delete the stupid newlines i had manually typed in initially. You see, i kindof write these texts ahead of time, in emacs. If you dont know what emacs is, keep it that way, because its got a bit of a learning curve. Its better than vi, (take that!) but emacs has some hand signals which arent obvious. Also, well, lets leave that out…
Some subject matter, written with sufficient glib, can literally be shuffled without any reader noticing some cart before the horse lack of continuity. And therein lies the rub. Taken as collection of posts, a blog (yes, web log) has implicit sequence and expected connections across its parts. I mean we’re talking about one author’s work, and of course the individual sections may deliberately be disparate, because that was an author’s intention. Such a blog could be considered something else, perhaps a collection of clever anecdotes. Nevertheless, i might generalize at this point and make some observations.
Its fair, IMHO, to identify “criticism” as a broad category of output. In other words, some things we write are critical in tone, or point out the negative aspects of a subject, you know, shortcomings. Lets call those rants. When i opine about 3 visible layers of government, and whether a state/provincial structure is redundant and dispensable, that could be characterized as critical, and “im ranting about politics” again. Thats a fair example, and i’ll be the first to admit when im being critical. Remember, the cup is half full more often than not.
I started using my used coffee grounds. You see i ran out of coffee filters, years ago, and so i use paper towels. And im running out of paper towels. So i discovered a long time ago that i dont have to really empty out the percolator, i can simply add more coffee on top. Whats the big deal? Its coffee grounds, no there’s no mold and there’s no actual difference in flavor one way or another. (ive stopped using the “ou” spelling for flavor, getoverit!) Well, eventually, there’s no room left in the coffee receptacle, and you have to, well, ive chosen to scoop out the middle of the grounds, making room for 10 more spoons of coffee. And yes, why did i eat the grounds? Well, i ran out of jam, but still had peanut butter, and some sugar. So i grabbed a spoonful of coffee grounds and chewed them raw. I suddenly realized i was getting caffeine without the water. In other words, i could continue being caffeinated and remove the frequent water dump routines (pissing). There you have it, voila, i mixed the coffee grounds, peanut butter, and sugar, producing a new (yes, go look for it anywhere) “nutella” knock off. CoffeeGroundPeanutButter w/ touch of SugarBruin. (Actually, i loaded it with brown sugar, but whatever.) Marvelous darling, simply marvelous.
Ok, the previous blurb is counterpoint to the observations about critical articles. I quickly penned a rave, or positive piece of text. Its hard not to notice some hint of promotion or publicity when “extolling the virtues” in prose. Im defining terms, and when discussing people ranting about various and sundry, its important to provide the alternatives, and a “rave review” is the stereotype im comfortable with. So ive managed to identify 2 basic themes in the blogosphere. A good example reflecting the same line of questioning is a type of anonymous tweeting platform where the service provides 2 channels: tweet from above (extolling), or tweet from below (excoriating). Dont be feckless about words, go use wiktionary.
For myself, i quickly needed to remember the existence of other forms of written material. And i did, because it would be a bleak world indeed if the only things we wrote were nauseating infommercials about skin products included with mediocre selling bubblegum pop albums, or the incessant whining about welfare state sponsored terrorist quantitative inflationary easing responsible for driving interest rates beyond what any profitable skin product manufacturer is prepared to invest in this labor market. My skin is fine, so its you that has skin product price fixing denial issues. Yes, there is much to be written beyond rants and raves. And no, its not in any way a euphism for pornography.
Instead, i understood the relatively objective refuge of good old fashioned journalism. Yes, Peter Parker would be proud. And so would Tintin, because covering current events is a respectable way to combine your phrases into sentences. I understand there may be some differences in attitude between the impartial reporting of news and what is often called investigative journalism. I vaguely recall the term “muckraker” being bandied about. The recent wave of web platforms made available on our internet has given rise to the “citizen journalist”, made possible by the increasing powerful camera capabilities of the smartphone.
The accurate reporting, transparency, and delivery of current events taking place remains a challenge, technology notwithstanding. Certainly the expectation of impartiality is a high standard for journalism. Recent reporting of conflict, both domestic and international, raises serious questions about bias, influence, possible agendas, and even legitimate concerns about outright propaganda. “Fair and balanced” are we more often than not, but it sounds great. Of course, authors always have the ability to fall back on fiction when writing becomes a drag. (perish the thought!)
I play some of my “bestest” music when im alone. I realized that when i get to make all my mistakes. There no one there to hear them. I’ll talk about mistakes in the next section. First let me emphasize how important it is for people playing music (i cant call myself a “musician”) to practice on their own. One has to test the boundaries of the instrument and one’s hands. My instruments are based on fingers and sometimes embouchure. Go look it up (its kindof french). Testing the boundaries means messing up, falling of the bicycle, wiping out on the slopes, etc. With the correct bandmates, you can try challenging or unusual sounds, but other ensembles may find this disruptive, less harmony perhaps. Regardless, jamming on your own is extremely valuable. When i mean valuable, i mean when you make sounds with your instrument, do people ask you to stop, or are you invited to participate at other groups and meetings? Or even before that juncture, do YOU enjoy the sounds you’re making, and therefore continue to amuse yourself with music, or are you rapidly bored and get tired of the effort? My ideas on this are stated: more time jamming by yourself. We havent even brought up whether or not you record, which is opens up a whole different can of worms.
I brought up mistakes, like when you’re playing music, and you make an oops. A mistake is when the part of the song you’re hearing in your head doesnt match what you actually played. If you’re not “hearing” a song in your head, then thats the Andy Griffith whistle song discussion. Here’s my Colonel Kurtz moment (ie diamon bullet): your audience members dont really know when and if you made a mistake. Not if you dont telegraph it to them. In other words, provided you “correct” and are creative enough in the notes following your “mistake”, you often find that an audience will have interpreted your music as a deliberate attempt at being original. Its a subtle difference, nevertheless, i stand by my theory, because ive witnessed it happen many times.
Maybe i should provide some more detail. Plenty of the music im involved with is of an improvisational nature. Its meant to be interpreted, and reinterpreted in a way hopefully different than ever played before. Certainly, if you’re playing a well loved standard, lets say “auld lang syne”, then the audience you’re sharing this with will have a certain expectation of what they’ve heard and loved before. Im simply indicating that the individual operating the instrument should not despair given their inherently fallible nature as humans. With careful guile and quick wit, the “mistake” so blatant during a timeless standard can still be woven back into the song. Of course, fucking up completely is possible, so pay special emphasis to the “carefule guile” and “quick wit” parts.
Thats why you should spend more time using the tool on your own. I mean practice, practice more, and play again after you’ve practiced some more, by yourself. Because your bandmates deserve better and dont have to listen to you fall on your face all the time.
“Yeah, but i thought you said you dont watch horror movies?” I looked up, and then smiled. My friend was correct, i dont watch “horror” movies, but i realized that i never thought of “the thing” as a horror movie. It was science fiction. I didnt think of it as any chainsaw massacre. On the contrary, it seemed very scientific to me. You find a fossil in the ice. Its in hibernation, the cells survived, no decomposition. Ok, maybe a little decomposition around some edges. But it didnt bother me that if flew in on a flying saucer.
And i recently bumped into Sigourney Weaver as Ripley upon whatever name star freighter that was in “Alien”. Again, didnt feel any horror. Tried to find a way to explain how that tiny speck of an alien bursting out of the chest cavity of the first mate grow into Kareem Abdul Jabar in the span of half a day, yes, but no horror. The hypersleep, the pods, the ships computer “mother”, even the android. All perfectly scientific. I even let it go about the fake artificial gravity. Of course its nice having an orange tabby called “Jones” running around.
I suppose they could have called “Gremlins” a horror movie. I dont see how anybody could dislike Gizmo. And microwaves hurt, but thats what radiation does. It didnt really make it a horror movie. Then there’s “Terminator”. That was obviously science fiction. Could you find somebody who could call it a horror movie? Probably, but its far more likely the robot theme in the movie would bring the focus back on computers and technology. Getting a knock on the door, “sarah connor” style, must surely be suspenseful and induce nail-biting, and “Terminator” was certainl rated R, but would you find it under “Horror” at any bodega video rental. How could James Cameron make such an awful sequel for “Alien” and simultaneously bring us Arnold in his most memorable role. Why?
I certainly read anything that Edgar Allan Poe wrote. Even the Murders in the Rue Morgue, although i must admit it was excruciating the last time i had it checked it out from the library. Its really an extremely heavy set of adjective laden sentences. However, i recall vividly being entertained by Poe’s numerous odes to fear, The Premature Burial comes to mind. Lets not forget Stephen King. I cant say i read everything produced by Mr King, having been distracted by more lusty pursuits right at the time he started co-authoring (i guess right around Thinner), i still remember devouring the short stories. But beyond “The Shining”, i never was drawn to gorey axe murders in cinema. I wasnt drawn to Jack Torrance’s axe murder either, but rather the ambience created by Stanley Kubrick within the Overlook. Anyway, i didnt consider it a horror movie.
I do remember going to one science fiction movie which turned out to be horrible. It was called “Galaxy of Terror” and it was all horror movie, with nothing redeeming about the science fiction. I remember multiple mutilations, the obligatory head removal, and other grotesque displays of blood and guts. The theme was revolving around hallucinations and self-fullfilling paranoias where you imagined your way into some horrible fate. With that premise, the space crew began to kill itself off in sensational ways for the viewers (dis)pleasure. It was predictably nauseating, and void of any plot one would consider entertaining. If you admired Hitchcock for filming a thriller about a bathroom kitchen knife murder without capturing a single frame of direct violence, then “Galaxy of Terror” is diametrically the other side of the cinema universe in terms of quality and taste.
In conclusion, i never said im paid to write movie reviews. You should go read Umberto Eco’s short essay on Casablanca, something about the stereotypes are on parade. Lets just say it wasnt very favorable about Casablanca’s famous reputation as a movie worthy of interest and respect. My position is he is mistaken, and found no merit to his arguments. Nevertheless i continue to avoid horror movies on principle, unless of course it was particularly scientific. Now if only James Cameron could take back “Aliens.” Paul Reiser was in it: need i say more?
I suddenly realized how misguided i was in throwing away all those typewriters i used to come across whilst cleaning up dusty attics and garages. Its part and parcel related to the love of candles, and libraries. It is easy to spot my love of pencils, paper, and pencil sharpeners. Thats easy. But the subtle utility of typewriters has obviously escaped me. Loving candles is a common theme for people who have spent any significant time living in a tent. This is beyond the typical recreational camping that some can aspire to. Recreational camping may mean that one has access to batteries, chargers, or even convenience stores where its easy to buy (money is no object in this case) a tool for brightening the interior of one’s shelter. Yes, campfires are de riguer, but i also mean the more flammable interior of your bivouac, tepee, or igloo (iceshack?) for that matter. I digress, already.
Libraries are also indispensable for my world view. This is because printed material has certain qualities of permanence and corroboration which instill confidence with those conducting research. I’m drawing a comparison with electronic media of course. Although my childhood was appropriately filled with copious amounts of time spent in libraries, I am fortunate to have been born at the time when personal computers began their revolutionary effect on the wider public. My first exposure to computers was with the Commodore PET, the vic-20, the commodore 64, the timex sinclair z-80, and the apple 2, 2+, and 2c models. At that point a small hiatus due to puberty, girls, and the vagaries of attempting to apply that puberty to the girls in my vicinity. Yes, im a geek, albeit a controversial one, and alot of my impressions are decidedly geekbased. For example, some of you may attempt to point out that the spellchecker could flag “alot” as not being a word. I respectfully submit the observation that the etymology of “albeit” should equally merit attention when it comes to coining new words. If thats too geeky for you, get out of this discourse now, unless you trying to go to sleep.
Libraries are great when it comes to research, citation, and peer review. Its very difficult to alter ALL the copies of “The Origin of Species” or “Democracy in America.” Granted, some things could be lost in translation, in the case of de Toqueville, but thats also open to peer review. Learning french, or any other language for that matter, wouldn’t hurt, but thats a topic for another yarn. My point is that in the world of electronic files, the opportunity to edit and alter is a very real concern. Being a software developer, i am quite aware of checksums, digital signatures, and other means to ensure authenticity without tampering. However, this is not exactly ubiquitous, transparent, and easily accessible to the users at large. In other words, be it cynical notwithstanding, it is much easier, as it stands right now, to provide modifications to electronic media than it is to guarantee the material’s authenticity. I understand the intricacies of providing a practical metric and system for authoring and verifying anything “written” electronically, and it requires effort, vigilance and attention beyond what the average user is prepared to invest today. Again, my view can be construed as pessimistic, or maybe its me thats lazy? However, the need to provide references, and the act of confirming the footnotes is a form of work. The act of reading is already a chore in many instances of popular culture. Serious research is time consuming to say the least.
The utility of the typewriter (and the ink ribbons!) is that the author’s content is printed without the issues of handwriting. Its legible, and although not braille, the text is accessible in a manner which handwritten manuscripts are less open to consumption. Trivial? I draw your attention to the beeswax and string contraption. I’m under the simple impression that when the power get shut off, my computer stops working. Thats a problem. Certainly my detractors will mock this scenario: why would the electricity get shut off, unless I didn’t pay my bill, useless lowlife that i am. Furthermore, typewriters are electric, of course. Those arent the one’s im referring to. I mean the typewriter used by Sam Waterston’s character (NY times reporter Sidney Schanberg) in the Killing Fields. The power goes off in the hotel, and he keeps typing. Yes its louder than the USB keyboard im tapping on right now. I mean the ability to inscribe words on paper (shock!) without the availabity of a utility company in the neighbourhood being a factor. Im not giving away my pencil sharpener, certainly not. But i AM interested in where that old smith corona went (or was it an olympia?) The discussion of conservative visavis progressive is not meant for this blurb. The cashless society discussion has been on the table for plenty of time. Horse and buggy you ask? Could happen. I remember when i figured out the practical challenges and solutions in launching a communications satellite. It doesn’t mean that keeping a domestic pigeons’ coop makes you a proponent of clay tablets.
I had just procrastinated sufficiently over my initial post using wordpress as a platform, when lo and behold, the tool informed me it was my 2nd (SECOND!) post. Needless to say i wondered about my state of mind (amnesia?) but very bravely clicked on the “previous” button, only to find an automatic first post titled “Hello world!” It was a welcome message type of automagic post, and it even suggested i delete the post now that i’ve actually posted something by myself. Actually, i decided to keep it since there are a few useful suggestions following, and thats the type of thing i like to do: keep helpful, informative pieces of information. One of the options was editing the “Hello world!” postamajig, so thats what you’re reading. BTW, im also a perl programmer, so if you see me butchering conventional grammar, um, getOverIt. You’re lucky im capitalizing the first word in sentences, and anyway, the likelihood anybody will read this far is, je ne sais pas, very close to nil.
Here are some suggestions for your first post.
- You can find new ideas for what to blog about by reading the Daily Post.
- Add PressThis to your browser. It creates a new blog post for you about any interesting page you read on the web.
- Make some changes to this page, and then hit preview on the right. You can always preview any post or edit it before you share it to the world.
I’ll tell you one thing now that i’ve started. Indentation isnt exactly implicit. You really need some non-breaking spaces to get that paragraph effect. Or, maybe…
This text is formatted with the typical p tag. Lets see if it indents? In order to actually visualize the indendation, we need multiple lines in order to compare line 2 with the initial line of text. Therefore i’ll provide the appropriate amount of verbiage to create the context desired. I’m doing this with a view towards philanthropy, which absolves me of the responsibilities of professionalism. The quick brown dog skedaddled (is a word) before any fox considered lazy could show up for ceremoniously. You’re welcome to apply ink to paper yourself, so rolling the eyes wont work.
ево овде ћу да пробам да извесне ствари објасним нашем класичним језиком, наравно пре него кад се вратим на грчки жаргон.
être distingué à grave parce cedille “ç“ c’est un grandes dommages?
und jetzt ich finde es sehr gefährlich ein Überraschung unternehmen mit uns, nicht?