Anyone want to buy our TiVo, which is currently going for a fabulous price of $80 at ebay, so that you can, you know, get tv "your way".
Want to vote for Nader, but afraid Gore might lose to Bush? Check out: voteswap2000.com. I got this link from a friend who doesn't even like Nader. Here's their speel:
"Our Goal: To maximize the percentage of the popular vote that Nader receives, yet allow Gore to win the national election.
Why you should consider doing this: Many progressive voters in "swing states" in the U.S. presidential election would like to vote for Ralph Nader, but are afraid that if they do Bush may outpoll Gore and take all the electoral votes for their states.
Conversely, in states where wide margins of victory are predicted for either Bush or Gore, addtional votes for Gore will become meaningless in the election at large, because the winner of the popular vote in each state receives all the electoral votes for that state.
We have set up a system in which potential Gore voters in blow-out states can contact people in swing states and trade their meaningless votes for Gore votes. In return, potential Nader voters in those swing states will agree to vote for Gore.
This way both agendas can be advanced. The Nader vote can be maximized, hopefully pushing beyond the level of 5% of the national popular vote that the Green Party needs to achieve in order to receive matching federal funds in the 2004 Presidential race. At the same time, the chances of Bush winning a close race in a swing state because the progressive vote has been split between Gore and Nader are diminished."
Unfortunately, it looks like the site got taken down after being accused of violating some law in California. Too bad there's no more powerful gesture than a sigh. Here are a few other sites that will be shut down soon:
Drunkgirl is starting a manifesto involving bar code: what you can and absolutely cannot do in bars and clubs. I wonder, why is it that boys feel absolutely no need to wear anything different to a club than they would to a ball game? Is it that they're so irresistable to begin with, or did they overlook the fact, or is this all they have? Or maybe there's a crowd of women out there who are campaigning for this--because the strange thing is that the same thing was happening at clubs in France, except even the bouncers were trying to keep out the people in ball caps and jerseys. Should there be some consideration for an international solution?
I just saw my neighbor outside raking leaves, and we casually asked when the baby was due and she said, "I'm in labor right now." How to look confused: stop walking. Look at your walking partner, and then smile while at the same time pinching your eyebrows into a frown. Ask a question along the lines of, "Excuse me?" Wait for the rational answer that you didn't think of, "My contractions are still an hour apart. I'm not supposed to go in until they're less than 10 minutes apart. Etc." In order to see the confused look through (even though you are no longer interested in the conversation and now want to continue your walk), say something like, "But shouldn't you let Eric (the husband) rake the leaves?" And then, turn your ears off, prepare your legs for the continuation of the walking job you gave it earlier, and hunch your shoulders into an aerodynamic stance. "It's better to be standing. It helps the baby drop." And you're off with a wave. Zoom zoom zoom.
What are you going to be for halloween? I'm going to be "Blue," for 8 hours. Or, if you want, Eight Hour Blue. Like those glow sticks. And K will be the Blue Avenger. I'm still not clear on whether or not I'll be protected by her or attacked. But, either way, about half way through the night, she'll change her name to the Blue Revenger, and see how that goes.
Actually, I find it a good idea. Taken out of context, the entries are often funny, and the blog has highlighted more unknown (to me) blogs than any other. The concept of meta-weblogs that highlight quality or interesting stuff like this hasn't really been explored.posted by mathowieI like it too. Erik made a different sort of "cut-up" blog-- but with journal entries-- at his Tower Of Babble.posted by schlomoWell, it's sorta kinda just a blog with bigger pull quotes than most.And no editorial.Much closer to the concept "pre-surf" than most current weblogs seem to be today.posted by baylink
I added lists for catpants, marn, and onfocus. (here, here, and here) It's a very relaxing activity to make lists in the morning. Although, I may soon have to make it easier (how's possible for a start) for people to make and edit their own lists.
So let me reflect on the way these lists make people look. Because really each list is just our way of saying, so-and-so wants to be associated with this crowd. And what better definition for ourselves than other people. People are complex things, more complex than most words in the dictionary, and so of course describing ourselves with people is more layered and textured than describing ourselves with adjectives. On an interview, it may be a better question to ask, "Describe yourself in 5 people," than "Describe yourself in 5 words." But the interviewer needs to be familiar, or have the time to become familiar, with whatever people the interviewee wants to be associated with.
Catpants is on the edge, marn is in the main stream of diaryland's river, and onfocus is mingling in the web celeb crowd. Or so they have us think. You don't always get the most accurate idea of what a person is like from an interview. You know. Onfocus in particular has the kind of list that I like making, since he has all the regulars (thus validating my assumption that a small group of people get linked to most of the time), and then he brings in the second tier of links that I had not yet come across in people's lists, but which I'm familiar with from cruising Internet Boulevard.
So glad it's the weekend.
Two new things from my group at amazon: a new Recommendations Tab, and a way to make Lists. It was from making lists that I won $100 two days ago. Basically, whenever you do a search at amazon, like for, say, radiohead, you have a percentage chance of seeing the lists on the right hand side of the page. Not everyone can see it yet, but soon enough you will. You can make lists from here. And with the Recommendations Tab, you can see why you're recommended items, you can add items to your collection of purchases even if you didn't buy them from amazon, and lots of other things.
I mention all of this because my day sucked and I'm trying to cheer myself up. Goodnight.
I just went on a walk, and tried to listen to what the troll was trying to tell me. And, in a moment of lucidity uncharacteristic to his troll-like nature, he told me. He calls bullshit on us! We are faking! Phonies, as my cat would call us.
It was one of those walks that I used to take in highschool and college, by myself, usually completely engaged by my own self-sorryness. Throwing blame all over my social-circle and beyond at parents, friends, people on the television, everywhere. They were enjoyable, at least in my memory, as a time when I would at least be hopeful that the very fact that I knew something was very very wrong was indicative of the possibility that I may somehow get to the bottom of it and find out how to fix it.
Have I fixed it? Cause the walks have stopped, except for walks with K that we take to coffee and to see all the crazies out on the streets for a break. No. Today, I was unhappy. I should have realized. My body language on the bus was very anti-social. I glazed my eyes over. I sighed in several conversations today. I was overly nice to cashiers and work acquaintences mostly because I was literally crying out for help from the common man to see my body language and ask me what was wrong. But finally, after a very depressing political debate, I realized that I was unhappy without anyone even asking me if I was. Un Happy. Take a walk erik, let's have a talk with ourselves.
It's not an unhappy that's a symptom of life troubles. It's an unhappy of a deeper chemical unbalance or God-stricken plight. Because everything in life is good. But, there is still this feeling that if I continue walking and talking to myself that I will remember something that I was thinking about doing and which was never done and which, once done, would allow me to die happy. I could die happy now though. There are only a few things I want to do before I die. One, sometimes, is write a book. One, sometimes, is have a family. One, sometimes, is to start something big, an ability to make people see the bullshit that the troll sees and to pass on this abhorence for what we see to three people, who pass it on to three others, until everyone is unhappy and horrified by what they see. ? What a great story.
But, I realized how people turn into their parents, especially when they hate their parents. It takes years. First, you hate your parents. Or the government, or some institution or organization or collection of ideas. Then, you hate them some more. Then you say to yourself that you will NEVER EVER become what these people are. Then, years pass. Then, you see these people that you remember hating so much and you recall the expressions of hate that you hurled toward them so many years ago. Then, you see someone else, someone who you consider to be somehow less than you, perhaps not as smart, perhaps only younger, but they tell you about how they HATE whatever this thing is that you hate. You agree, wholeheartedly. Someone else, a little later, like a year later, does the same thing. It's beginning to appear that these people are thinking the exact same thing that you were thinking years ago. But how did those feelings change you? Have you grown at all since then? You want to talk to these youngsters, tell them, yes, I once thought how you did, but. And then you have to think about how to fill the sentence after the "but". How will you do it. With, "but that's really not as bad as a few other things that I've learned to hate a lot since then, like George Bush". Or, "but at least in that case the rich got a little richer." Or, "but it's so much better than how things were back in the 80's." Something along those lines, it doesn't really matter, but it has to in some way QUALIFY your hate in a way that it is lessened. The blow is diverted elsewhere. And THAT is how you've grown in between your young days and the days you are currently living.
Which makes me think that there isn't a single thing in the world that we've heard over and over and which we don't believe. I think that the very fact of hearing something over and over, and the fact that each time we have to respond to it in a slightly different way over a number of years, means we will most likely eventually end up accepting the idea on some qualified terms. It is hard to be against something for very long. We are weak. We need to be loved. These things are true. Just agree, say yes, be easy to convince, likeable. That's what the troll is telling you now.
I call bullshit on all of this. Let's get to the core of the problem and just admit that this is all fake phony bullshit. What now? Embrace everything. Embrace defeat. You cannot win. Give up. Lay low. Stay under the radar. Be little. Disappear. With me. Psyche! Pull your hand back quickly and touch the side of your head. You are really smooth. You belong in the movies. In the zoo. Celebrate your individuality. There really is something that you have to say and it's not that you are weak. It is that you will show us what you're made of. In time. Not by preaching, but by example.
The only problem is that this instinct to preach seems simple. Tell people the truth and they will follow. Not true though. They will listen, agree, and continue doing what they were doing before. So, the answer, it seems, is to become one of them, live among them, and then, slowly, over years, become something better. Lead them by the hand into something better. Show them how it's done. Empower the people. But that doesn't work either because they'll soon label you as someone who always gets their way. Someone who's been blessed. Someone with extraordinary intellect and a series of lucky circumstances that you don't have. And you wave to them as they exit to glory.
How do you help the people then! Tell me! I have no idea. So, on the last leg of my walk, I went by the grocery store and was again friendly with the clerks, and the clerks were friendly with me, and I decided that, for a while, I would pay attention to being kind in personal contact. Maybe this will work. Maybe this is the answer. Anyone agree disagree?