Awww.... Thanks
especially Cheech...some good info there, we'll have to discuss.
...
towards a transaction-based reputation
I am not too sure what it is, but I will tell you as soon as it is finished,
promise...
I am ranting a bit again, but still convinced that one day I will put all of
these disjointed musings together into real discussion topics...
It really has been strange defending the time I spend blogging...publishing.
I created, dropped, and now plan on creating again a massive time suck of an
audio blog, I tried out a video blog and a photo blog, but the writing still
seems the easiest to consistently keep up and running. I think LJ has been a
big contribution to that, as SG was before it for me. The feedback and
interaction with my "community" of other bloggers not only reinforces the
act, but allows for level of legitimacy that didn't exist before. I am sure
it will all become "networked publishing" one day soon and it will be just
like "desktop publishing" was in the 80s, a big hype about something that
just is part of the fabric of our daily lives... Can you imagine
someone being impressed that you typeset and printed a sign or invitation
these days... It is just how we do things. That's what a personal
website, journal, blog, whatever... Is going to be...................soon.
In the meantime, I engage with new cultures to study them and all of these
social networks... Friendster, MySpace, Tribe, LJ, DJ, GJ, Ringo, Linkedin,
ZeroDegrees, SG, Ryz, FaceParty, Fotolog... they have hidden meaning that
can only be understood when looked at in context. what context, you may ask.
It depends on what you want from these strange new brokered relationships.
Connecting friends to each other and friends of friends to each other seems
like a weird experiment, and I am not sure why all of it is so sticky and
engaging, but that's what is really interesting. I would love to spend some
time discussing this topic with Marc Cantor... Perhaps that will be a
podcast... I am sure he will have a lot of things to say.
;-)
I will have to pick this up again later, I have to get back to my MONSTER
dot COM search for someone that will pay me to think about these things
before I am podcasting from a street corner (that has an unprotected 802.11x
connection and available power)
(I want to muse about HOMeR and the old days of Music Recommendation
services, don't let me forget... Well... I guess you won't have to remind
me, anymore)
-
Don't dwell on reality; It'll only keep you from greatness.
-
Sifting through the remnants of my life...
The boxes have little time capsules inside, a linen bag from the Conrad
hotel in Istanbul packed with memories of 9/11, a pillowcase filled with
memorabilia from the tour with AMEN... I had to hide my shit inside, because
everything was always being stolen... A shoebox from Portofino, and a trash
bag from Cannes... all stuffed with videotape and paperwork those documents
of my life, reminders of places going grey in my mind. I have a few demons
to exorcise and prepare for something completely different.
-
I remember the smell... It was that wretched unclean smell of
fungus and sickness... death. We were across the street from a police
station, having dinner in a fancy sushi restaurant when I heard the glass
shattering behind me. I thought it was firecrackers or something, no big
deal.
Then I saw him.">
A hood covered his face, and all I could see was the pistol in his hand.
They told me later he was wearing the halloween mask of an ape, I only
remember the metallic taste of fear.
He just pointed at the first one, their face slammed into the teppanyaki
table blood sizzling as it splattered across the hot steel.
At that point everything was happening so quickly my shocked mind made it
all into a fluid motion of senses... little things were hyper-real... I
couldn't understand what was happening.
Steve and I dropped under our table, I was calling the Dutch 911...but it
wouldn't go through. over the phone I saw his gun... He was walking around,
casually looking for something or someone. There was screaming, gurgling,
that smell of burning flesh and we were helpless.
He stood there for what seemed an eternity.. Then walked out the front door.
The first thing I saw was the woman crawling towards us, she was about to
die. Another came from the bathroom, she dropped to her knees and screamed
something I could not understand over and over something about a child and a
birthday, something was horribly wrong.
I held her in my arms, and my friend ran to the door and locked it yelling
to me to get away from the woman. I held her as she screamed and we waited
for someone to do something.
It was horrible
-
Former AMEN guitarist Rich Jones has posted a lengthy statement explaining his decision to leave the group and offering behind-the-scenes information about the band's decision to ask AMEN frontman Casey Chaos to sign a contract barring him from causing, or threatening to cause, any physical harm to the bandmembers, himself, crew and audience members while on tour.
AAARGH. So much shot... these fuckin guys.
especially Cheech...some good info there, we'll have to discuss.
...
towards a transaction-based reputation
I am not too sure what it is, but I will tell you as soon as it is finished,
promise...
I am ranting a bit again, but still convinced that one day I will put all of
these disjointed musings together into real discussion topics...
It really has been strange defending the time I spend blogging...publishing.
I created, dropped, and now plan on creating again a massive time suck of an
audio blog, I tried out a video blog and a photo blog, but the writing still
seems the easiest to consistently keep up and running. I think LJ has been a
big contribution to that, as SG was before it for me. The feedback and
interaction with my "community" of other bloggers not only reinforces the
act, but allows for level of legitimacy that didn't exist before. I am sure
it will all become "networked publishing" one day soon and it will be just
like "desktop publishing" was in the 80s, a big hype about something that
just is part of the fabric of our daily lives... Can you imagine
someone being impressed that you typeset and printed a sign or invitation
these days... It is just how we do things. That's what a personal
website, journal, blog, whatever... Is going to be...................soon.
In the meantime, I engage with new cultures to study them and all of these
social networks... Friendster, MySpace, Tribe, LJ, DJ, GJ, Ringo, Linkedin,
ZeroDegrees, SG, Ryz, FaceParty, Fotolog... they have hidden meaning that
can only be understood when looked at in context. what context, you may ask.
It depends on what you want from these strange new brokered relationships.
Connecting friends to each other and friends of friends to each other seems
like a weird experiment, and I am not sure why all of it is so sticky and
engaging, but that's what is really interesting. I would love to spend some
time discussing this topic with Marc Cantor... Perhaps that will be a
podcast... I am sure he will have a lot of things to say.
;-)
I will have to pick this up again later, I have to get back to my MONSTER
dot COM search for someone that will pay me to think about these things
before I am podcasting from a street corner (that has an unprotected 802.11x
connection and available power)
(I want to muse about HOMeR and the old days of Music Recommendation
services, don't let me forget... Well... I guess you won't have to remind
me, anymore)
-
Don't dwell on reality; It'll only keep you from greatness.
-
Sifting through the remnants of my life...
The boxes have little time capsules inside, a linen bag from the Conrad
hotel in Istanbul packed with memories of 9/11, a pillowcase filled with
memorabilia from the tour with AMEN... I had to hide my shit inside, because
everything was always being stolen... A shoebox from Portofino, and a trash
bag from Cannes... all stuffed with videotape and paperwork those documents
of my life, reminders of places going grey in my mind. I have a few demons
to exorcise and prepare for something completely different.
-
I remember the smell... It was that wretched unclean smell of
fungus and sickness... death. We were across the street from a police
station, having dinner in a fancy sushi restaurant when I heard the glass
shattering behind me. I thought it was firecrackers or something, no big
deal.
Then I saw him.">
A hood covered his face, and all I could see was the pistol in his hand.
They told me later he was wearing the halloween mask of an ape, I only
remember the metallic taste of fear.
He just pointed at the first one, their face slammed into the teppanyaki
table blood sizzling as it splattered across the hot steel.
At that point everything was happening so quickly my shocked mind made it
all into a fluid motion of senses... little things were hyper-real... I
couldn't understand what was happening.
Steve and I dropped under our table, I was calling the Dutch 911...but it
wouldn't go through. over the phone I saw his gun... He was walking around,
casually looking for something or someone. There was screaming, gurgling,
that smell of burning flesh and we were helpless.
He stood there for what seemed an eternity.. Then walked out the front door.
The first thing I saw was the woman crawling towards us, she was about to
die. Another came from the bathroom, she dropped to her knees and screamed
something I could not understand over and over something about a child and a
birthday, something was horribly wrong.
I held her in my arms, and my friend ran to the door and locked it yelling
to me to get away from the woman. I held her as she screamed and we waited
for someone to do something.
It was horrible
-
Former AMEN guitarist Rich Jones has posted a lengthy statement explaining his decision to leave the group and offering behind-the-scenes information about the band's decision to ask AMEN frontman Casey Chaos to sign a contract barring him from causing, or threatening to cause, any physical harm to the bandmembers, himself, crew and audience members while on tour.
AAARGH. So much shot... these fuckin guys.