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World of Ends

Simple put: what the internet is and what it isn’t, for a second-grader to understand.

This is the thing that I liked best:
The Internet was built to include everyone on the planet….That’s also why the Internet feels to so many of us like a natural resource. We have flocked to it as if it were a part of human nature just waiting to happen ? just as speaking and writing now feel like a part of what it means to be human.

I mean, how often do we think about water? or the air that we breathe? or sidewalks?

This article by Thomas P. M. Barnett discusses longterm international security issues with admirable clear-headedness.

It seems to make sense. But is military intervention the only possible solution? And what exactly would a military made up of so-called “Super Empowered Individuals” look like? And what good will it do if this country gains the world, but loses its goddamned soul in the process?

I suppose I would prefer to live in McDonaldHappyLand instead of IslamoDeathtoTheInfidelWorld… but both seem like soul-killers when the squinting gets too fierce. I do very much agree with this particular quotation though:

“The knee-jerk reaction of many Americans to September 11 is to say, ?Let?s get off our dependency on foreign oil, and then we won?t have to deal with those people.? The most na?ve assumption underlying that dream is that reducing what little connectivity the Gap has with the Core will render it less dangerous to us over the long haul. Turning the Middle East into Central Africa will not build a better world for my kids. We cannot simply will those people away.”

I mean, I think that getting off the oil is great (for economic, ecological and political reasons; ie, we won’t have to prop up nasty blokes like the House of Saud), but were we to do so, that region of the world would twist in the wind. (And if Central Africa–which is probably the greatest tragedy of our time–is what twisting in the wind looks like… yikes…)

So, I guess what it all boils down to is that I don’t really know what to think anymore about anything regarding any of these issues. They are dauntingly complex. My only hope and prayer (and I may just be a completely misguided fool) is that my government is less myopic, greedy and corrupt than I believe it to me… Not a very sturdy reed to clutch at, I admit.

I think it was the lass over at noodniksanonymous who compared this whole thing to a bad breakup experience. Just can’t stop obsessing about it, reading about it, what have you. I feel like I lack the conceptual tools in which to reframe the debate; or maybe because I can see the validity in so many of these arguments, pro and con, and having difficulty transmuting these theoretical arguments into any semblance of real-life repercussions–military violence is completely alien to me and I realize that I am blessed beyond measure in the history of the world for this to be so.

My hope–as unrealistic as it is–is that that will be true the world over, some day, because then what a party we’d all have!

grinning eartoear, liketosee that crabtree monkey

scrapey scrapey

hierophantismagorical: inside the sinside lurks like treebwise cattlecallers, outside the sinside hides from wary peephole speculars. i’ve found that sinside inside many particulars that nonsense ringers (or rings) have gotten from starting and staring at too many phoebus or ra-styled montagues or curlicues or spendacular criscrossing moldavvos.

ya, that’s a crumb for a larder/princess.
the cat’s gone soft and all its blackwise crossings bring us goodluck instead.

…and he doesn’t rime with milk!
luscious and luxiorious. sad sad, no german words in my little brain. la. except the englishy ones.

A very simple breakdown of gasoline costs, suppliers and issues.

It’s worth checking out. I skimmed through it in about 5 minutes. Very succinct; plus seemingly links to more detailed resources.

stampede to the corral, you footsome mouthtasters!
ya, steal the book and read it: hurra hurra!

sorely: where’s all the byron gone? why’s it all scattered in pieces ’bout the place?

…but… i couldn’t help but be gasted by this groovy booktool.
library’s—open your stacks!

I’m back from a business trip on Oahu, visiting libraries and such. There was no internet access in my hotel room, sad to say. More on everything later.

pot-hatted, the green-fringed darlomook danced the cherubim from out the heavenly clavichord. justice, that grey miser, eeps out a strained discounting wonder, eh? there’s a wicked purle on the horizon. it’s called tempestuous odor and there’s not a soul in all the ages who can smell that whiff of… yah, that’s the ticket.

all aboard the halotrain. what the spikes and weavers have to tell us, no one knows. there’s a scattershot of buckles flying through the air–so don’t forget your monkeyhats.

the circles are excalating their vibrating spin and shards of heaven are flying everywhere, to that high-pitched whistle. who’d have thought that sound was pleasant, once upon a time? so the best bet is just ride it out, let the monsoon rage and then when the eye floats over us all: scoop up the flotsam that glisters to our eyes: A keyholed tin clock with a daisy pair of eyes for hands; all the uncles dancing on the head of a pin–all 53 of them; a fifteen by forty-two foot painting of scarpathia’s left ventricle; hoops and heaps of buttons and bonnets and bootcicles and booterys and beavers and blintzes and barbarypirates and beedles and buggers and bitters and blow; a grand experiment down at the Venusian Tunnel of Love.

All these things and many more than could ever be created or imagined or ticked off on a ledger. These are the things worth scooping up when the eye passes over us all and the storm swirls around us–just picture some fingerpainting with one blank spot on the page; all those vibrant colors of the rainbow. No pastels for me, thanks, I’m taken!

Memory: what a fragile thing!

Well, it is only made up of a cloud of electrochemical patterns after all….