I am sooo over yesterday. You ever had the experience where you wake up the next day, and it’s not that you are somebody else … it’s, what makes you think a person is one single point of view. Hell, no. The art is to get bigger than all of it, you little hydra you, and like the membrane of a balloon, contain it. Affectionately. I am an asshole—now and then—and besides, I was dealing with a lawyer all day. A middle-aged white male lawyer.
Someone sent me a cartoon: a couple in a car, the wife is driving, and she says, “Oh, dear, I think I ran over a lawyer!” Husband says: “Well if you’re not sure, dear, back up and do it again.”
Nothing personal, if you are a lawyer (and reading this blog? why?) but as far as I can see, these people are paid great sums of money to lie. And after a while, the lies kinda slip into the category of normal, and if that isn’t morally compromising. How the hell do you keep track of right and wrong?
So about 3 a.m. I started at the beginning of Mystic Bourgeoisie, and right off saw that the title means something! All these clever blog monikers. Honey, we are the mystic bourgeoisie and of course I am never going there again. Tomorrow morning, first thing: torch all those self-help books left over from Eighties. Marianne Williamson? Up in smoke. I bought that stuff whilst involved in a romance that should never have happened, which will make you grasp at any manner of crappy straws.
From October 2005:
“Forgive me if I’ve already told you this, but I have a plan to claim the local Target store for the Queen of Spain. I figure if I can get an outlaw biker gang to back me up with stolen heavy construction equipment, I might be able to hold onto it long enough to make CNN. I’ll spend the rest of my life in the slammer, sure, but imagine the cred … ‘What’s he in for?’ ‘Who, that guy? Him and a bunch of berserker biker dudes claimed a Target store for the Queen of Spain.’ ‘Whoa! Far fuckin out.’“
What a pity. Finding the man you want to marry at my age, when I want to marry like I want to cut off my foot with the butter knife. It’s a sentiment, but no less sincere. The way to a woman’s heart is through her eyes and ears. What? No, never met him. That matters? Through their writing ye shall know them, and it was good.
No, it was Far Fuckin’ Out.
molly.com » Who Questions Bill Gates’ Commitment to Web Standards?
BILL: “There’s two things. There’s what we expect we’re trying to do; and the state of implementation of the things we’re trying to do. We’ve done the “mea culpa” …
(It’s like the Macarena, the steps are a little different …)
“ … we should have kept the browser curve to be a more continuous curve. Believe me, we wish that we’d done that differently. Dean’s group is getting more resources, and so you’ll actually see us not only going back to a state of what we were innovating before but actually innovating at faster speeds than we were before. A lot of that has to do with implementing standards.”
MOLLY, LATER: “I’m not arguing with you. I’m asking a question … ”
BILL: “No, no, but eventually a question has to be answerable, what did we do in 1995? What did we do in 1996? What did we do in 1997? … You can skip like three years and say we did nothing. We didn’t do anything proprietary either! That’s criticizing not our intent, our strategy, that’s criticizing our execution and we fully accept that. But every year for thirteen, fourteen years now we’ve not just followed and implemented standards, we’ve contributed. This WS stuff … we contributed more Web Standards than anyone! We have our smartest people who go and work on that stuff … we just did the OpenOffice … Our Office XML formats we contributed to them … We’ve got XML at the core of all our products. Back in 1996 it was us and a few small companies that proposed XML in the first place. At some point you just have to say hey, look at out track record and if somebody’s track records doesn’t prove something to you, then I’ll probably never convince you of something. What is it that we’re not doing?”
(Anyone?)
“You know, if you name some obscure thing and say hey, Microsoft ought to do more on that, I’ll probably just send Dean mail and say hey, she said that such and such a thing we should go and do and we’ll go and do it …”
Brave Molly. I think I’ll go lie down.
Karpinski said she removed a bottle of facial cream from her purse then returned it while rummaging for her cell phone.
Though a security guard mistakenly believed the bottle belonged to the shop, store personnel later concluded it was her property and had been ‘clearly partially used.’
“They had nothing about Abu Ghraib to use against me,” Karpinski told The Signal, “so they pull this flaky allegation out and use it to demote me? … To save face? To mislead the American public yet again?”
Honey. Only a pawn in their game.
“Mostly, the Rude Pundit doesn’t give a shit what you have to say.””
My sentiments, exactly. Why? Because it is a hard freakin’ job to unpack all these thoughts in any semblance of reason, of order. You know what the web is? One big tangled snare of thoughts. Most of them boring, yes, but that’s because nobody thought them, they just sort of—laid them, like a chicken lays an egg. Read the rest of this entry »
