The Internet has a great future behind it… –Jon Crowcroft
From the daily archives:
Go to Google, type in Asshole and click the "I feel lucky" button.
Unfortunately the people who need to see this won’t see it. But at this point, it’s really all that remains to be said, besides "50 years, no pardons, no paroles… bailiff, get these assholes out of my sight."
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I was out in the barn with the laser welder and some slabs of titanium, capturing some of the best stuff for posterity when I ran across this, something to chew on…
Who owns a blog? and what ever gave us the idea that blogs, the most ephemeral of writing modes, are supposed to be permanent, or even to enjoy the stability which is necessary for permanence to exist? We’re talking about bubbles in a limitless amazon of code.
Why do we write venemously from the standard, tedious, bourgeois position of proprietary homesteaders? I might be wrong. I was under the impression this entire experiment — at least before MS and AOL thought it was cool — was supposed to expand how we, our texts, our persons and languages and extensions might become, interact, change, and otherwise autopoetically expand and revise and connect in an exploratory mode. What we have mostly accomplished instead has been to establish a space for egos to exercise their matchless but up to now sadly underappreciated skills in punditry.
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