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Wednesday, December 20th

Updating Kazantzakis


"What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams." -- Nikos Kazantzakis (1885-1957), Greek novelist, famous for writing The Last Temptation of Christ and Zorba the Greek.

To which my immediate response is:

OK, fine -- but it's what happens when you feed him hallucinogenic mushrooms, amphetamines, ginger beer, Viagra and stir-fried snails that really fascinates me!!
Jim on 12.20.06 @ 07:08 AM PST [link]


Tuesday, December 12th

I know you


I know you
you were too short
you had bad skin
you couldn't talk to them very well
words didn't seem to work
they lied when they came out of your mouth
you tried so hard to understand them
you wanted to be part of what was happening
you saw them having fun
and it seemed like such a mystery
almost magic
made you think that there was something wrong with you
you'd look in the mirror trying to find it
you thought that you were ugly
and that everyone was looking at you
so you learned to be invisible
to look down
to avoid conversation
the hours
days
weekends
ah the weekend nights, alone
where were you
in the basement?
in the attic?
in your room?
working some job?
just to have something to do
just to have a place to put yourself
just to have a way to get away from them
a chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and ill-at-ease inside yourself
did you ever get invited to one of their parties
you sat and wondered if you would go or not
for hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire
they would laugh at you
if you would know what to do
if you would have the right things on
if they would notice that you came from a different planet
did you get all brave in your thoughts
like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it
and have a great time
did you think that you might be "the life of the party"
that all these people were gonna talk to you
and you would find out that you were wrong
that you had a lot of friends
and you weren't so strange after all?
did you end up going
did they mess with you
did they single you out
did you find out that you were invited
because they thought you were so weird
yeah, I think I know you
you spent a lot of time full of hate
a hate that was pure as sunshine
a hate that saw for miles
a hate that kept you up at night
a hate that filled your every waking moment
a hate that carried you for a long time
yes I think I know you
you couldn't figure out what they saw and the way they lived
home was not home
your room was home
a corner was home
the place they weren't- that was home
I know you
you're sensitive
and you hide it, because you fear getting stepped on one more time
it seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable
someone takes advantage of you
one of them steps on you
they mistake kindness for weakness
but you know the difference
you've been the brunt of their weakness for years
and strength is something you know a bit about
because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive
you know yourself very well now
and you don't trust people
you know them too well
you try to find that "special person"
someone you can be with
someone you can touch
someone you can talk to
someone you won't feel so strange around
and you found that they don't really exist
you feel closer to people on movie screens
yeah, I think I know you
you spend a lot of time daydreaming
and people have made comment to that effect
telling you that you're "self-involved" and "self-centered"
but they don't know, do they
about the long nightshifts alone
about the years of keeping yourself company
all the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself
so you could imagine someone holding you
the hours of indecision
self-doubt
the intense depression
the blinding hate
the rage that made you stagger
the devastation of rejection
well
maybe they do know
but if they do
they sure do a good job of hiding it
it astounds you how they can be so smooth
how they seem to pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift
and it infuriates you to watch yourself with your apparent skill,
and finding every way possible to screw it up
for you, life is a long trip
terrifying and wonderful
birds sing to you at night
the rain and the sun
the changing seasons
are true friends
solitude is a hard won ally
faithful and patient
yeah, I think I know you


-- Henry Rollins

Jim on 12.12.06 @ 06:14 AM PST [link]


Monday, December 11th

the death of America


Hear me, people: We have now to deal with another race – small and feeble when our fathers first met them, but now great and overbearing. Strangely enough they have a mind to till the soil and the love of possession is a disease with them. These people have made many rules that the rich may break but the poor may not. They take their tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule.
--Chief Sitting Bull, speaking at the Powder River Conference in 1877

The Powder River Conference ended just over one hundred and thirty years ago, but the old Chief’s baleful analysis of the White Man’s rape of the American continent was just as accurate then as it would be today if he came back from the dead and said it for the microphones on CNN.

The source of the disease, of course, is big business and its marketing apparatus. The "consumer" trap is carefully set both to ensnare and infect its victims, to ensure that the rich get richer and that power remains in the hands of the powerful. Corporate marketing specialists and are quite frank about their purpose: to generate profit by manipulating people’s thoughts, feelings, and behaviors.

Marketing, in effect, attempts to turn people’s private lives into just another part of a grand production/consumption line. In short, the purpose of marketing is to perpetuate the capitalist system and its concomitant inequalities. Thus the source of the love of possession in the modern world is more like weaponized anthrax than it is smallpox virus. It does not readily spread from one individual to another, living freely in a population, as consumer culture theorists would have it. Rather, infection requires contact with a concentrated source that has been carefully engineered (in this case by the marketing minions of the capitalist class) for its malign purpose.

Jim Buckmaster, the chief executive of Craigslist, caused lots of head-scratching Thursday as he tried to explain to a bunch of Wall Street types why his company is not interested in “monetizing” his ridiculously popular Web operation.
[...]
Larry Dignan, writing on Between the Lines blog at ZDNet, called Mr. Buckmaster “delightfully communist,” and described the audience as “confused capitalists wondering how a company can exist without the urge to maximize profits.

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Craigslist is hardly communist, consider all the transactions it has enabled! By removing the profit margin of the intermediary, Craigslist has expanded the number of participants in the market and increased the relative power of the individual. Milton Friedman would be proud.

Craigslist is the best example of businesses that are refusing to make money the only goal, or even the main goal.

This type of customer driven businesses run as a partner to society instead of an aggressor is the form of the future, truly Green Companies. They are hybrids of sorts, combining the best of for=profit and non-profits characteristics.

In another article in today’s NYT is the decision of Groupe Danone to build 50 fortified-yogurt plants in Bangladesh, manned not automated, with the goal of returning the only cost and 1% profit with the rest being re-invested.

This happened at the urging of Muhammad Yunus, the microcredit pioneer who won the 2006 Nobel Peace Prize. The fortified yogurt plant project is financed through his micro lending bank.

Mr. Schachter and his cronies in the banking industry must recognize this potentially disruptie emerging market that flattens the opportunity while preserving the motivation. It is quite similar to the position that Microsoft finds itself in relation to the Free Software (but not Open Source) model.

And, in fact, this is where "Open Source" went wrong. Open Source was a re-branding effort to "make Free Software safe for business". It traded the social good of Software Freedom for increased profits. Its leaders were not careful enough and now Open Source has failed in front of the onslaught of the recent Microsoft - Novell deal, with its implicit threat of patent infringement suits.

Through this life I’ve learned to not mistake clear vision for short distance.

When you think of the needs of the second and third worlds it is clear the current model, as practiced in the Western world, doesn’t scale.

This new “benevolence baked in” business model looks like it may overcome the scaling problem and still provide enough compensation for people to live well, or perhaps, in the things that matter, maybe better than they do now.

But the rejection of marketing as a revenue stream absolutely delights me.

was never more true.

Jim on 12.11.06 @ 02:10 PM PST [link]




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