First aid
Bikes to 17 and sanchez
Baby wipes
Toilet paper
Michelle' sachel
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
Town Halls
Democrats are being out-hustled at their town hall meetings. I read today that a 200 protesters showed up at a town hall on a town with only 4000 people in total. What is to be done?
The first thing to do is to identify the sickness for what it is--a class war. And like every good class war, the rich are paying the poor to fight it for them.
Just like in the 20s when the wealthy paid for the pinkertons and othe penny-a-day thugs to beat labor organizers, the upper class has enlisted the poor in proxy to protect their interest.
Unlike the pinkerton days, this time the priveleged have figured out how to get to poor to the front without paying them directly. Instead they funnel their cash into a closed-cycle process where money goes to large marketing firms and "research" institutions which create copy to feed to conservative media which cajoles and frightens a culturally prepared contingent to act-organically.
These people are prepared from birth by wealthy interests to adhere to a culture that supports wealthy interests. They are taught that elite means liberal. They are bred into a world They are seeded with trigger phrases.
Change the subject. Teach a class on the closed cycle.
-- Mobile and Free
The first thing to do is to identify the sickness for what it is--a class war. And like every good class war, the rich are paying the poor to fight it for them.
Just like in the 20s when the wealthy paid for the pinkertons and othe penny-a-day thugs to beat labor organizers, the upper class has enlisted the poor in proxy to protect their interest.
Unlike the pinkerton days, this time the priveleged have figured out how to get to poor to the front without paying them directly. Instead they funnel their cash into a closed-cycle process where money goes to large marketing firms and "research" institutions which create copy to feed to conservative media which cajoles and frightens a culturally prepared contingent to act-organically.
These people are prepared from birth by wealthy interests to adhere to a culture that supports wealthy interests. They are taught that elite means liberal. They are bred into a world They are seeded with trigger phrases.
Change the subject. Teach a class on the closed cycle.
-- Mobile and Free
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Doubt
Andrew squeezed his way down the aisle to find his seat. He gathered his magenta robes in his right hand and turned sideways to move past a grey suit that stood in the aisle talking to a brunette seated in 5E.
Toward the back he saw his own empty seat at 20A. In the adjacent seat, he saw a large red feather that bobbed and swooned over the head of the seat in front of it. Finally, the great feather hat straightened as the woman underneath it finished stowing her carry-on under her seat. Andrew allowed the hint of a groan on his lips.
She was crossing the safety belt across her crimson skirt when he made it to his seat. He set a small cloth bag on the floor in front of his seat and again gathered his robes about his legs and eased around to sit. The two exchanged silent half-smiles as he dug for his seat belt. With a click, the two looked absently ahead and waited for to arrive in silence.
-- Mobile and Free
Toward the back he saw his own empty seat at 20A. In the adjacent seat, he saw a large red feather that bobbed and swooned over the head of the seat in front of it. Finally, the great feather hat straightened as the woman underneath it finished stowing her carry-on under her seat. Andrew allowed the hint of a groan on his lips.
She was crossing the safety belt across her crimson skirt when he made it to his seat. He set a small cloth bag on the floor in front of his seat and again gathered his robes about his legs and eased around to sit. The two exchanged silent half-smiles as he dug for his seat belt. With a click, the two looked absently ahead and waited for to arrive in silence.
-- Mobile and Free
Excel cubed
Cells in a spreadsheet have multiple faces which can house more characteristics. The faces are toggled with gestures. The cells can be totally resorted based on any criteria. Each cell can have unlimited params.
Good for VR.
-- Mobile and Free
Good for VR.
-- Mobile and Free
Doubt
They don't have programmers in the future. Instead, they are called called communicators who build new systems by describing the program parameters to a machine. The more eloquent his communication, the better the app.
Moores law is believed to have been broken but maybe it's that the human race gave up and died. What remains is simply a matter of inertia.
-- Mobile and Free
Moores law is believed to have been broken but maybe it's that the human race gave up and died. What remains is simply a matter of inertia.
-- Mobile and Free
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Doubt
It wasn't that he didn't believe. In fact, he did believe. He believed that it would fail. But that was enough to hang him. The apostacy of doubt had long been forbidden to the people, by the people.
The cult of certainty reigned across the land. Skeptics were the lunatic fringe who, if they existed at all, at least had the decency to keep walking forward with the rest.
Homer was not a skeptic. He was a believer just like everyone else. The future had a form and it was coming toward them every minute closer.
***
The child moved across the room with the vessel, pouring water. The adults extended their empty glasses but not their attention to the small form that moved among them.
Her blond hair was pulled back into a long tail that swished rhythmically with each light step. The dress she wore was uncomfortably new. The collar chaffed her short neck and the tight bodice made it difficult to lift the pitcher to pour.
The adults at the party were dressed in drab grey suits. They stood in groups of three and four and talked about politics. "What was the president thinking with those summit shoes of his?" "How did the new congressional food supplements taste and how can we get some?"
Edgar held his cup out low and finished telling the pretty brunette about his time as a consultant for the south-mid-Atlantic party. "We got creamed out there by the damned DotOrg in that election. Imagine taking 17% of the vote today? They were a serious bloc then, but now they'd take the oval office if they could crack the double digit."
A shadow appeared below him and his glass began to refill.
-- Mobile and Free
The cult of certainty reigned across the land. Skeptics were the lunatic fringe who, if they existed at all, at least had the decency to keep walking forward with the rest.
Homer was not a skeptic. He was a believer just like everyone else. The future had a form and it was coming toward them every minute closer.
***
The child moved across the room with the vessel, pouring water. The adults extended their empty glasses but not their attention to the small form that moved among them.
Her blond hair was pulled back into a long tail that swished rhythmically with each light step. The dress she wore was uncomfortably new. The collar chaffed her short neck and the tight bodice made it difficult to lift the pitcher to pour.
The adults at the party were dressed in drab grey suits. They stood in groups of three and four and talked about politics. "What was the president thinking with those summit shoes of his?" "How did the new congressional food supplements taste and how can we get some?"
Edgar held his cup out low and finished telling the pretty brunette about his time as a consultant for the south-mid-Atlantic party. "We got creamed out there by the damned DotOrg in that election. Imagine taking 17% of the vote today? They were a serious bloc then, but now they'd take the oval office if they could crack the double digit."
A shadow appeared below him and his glass began to refill.
-- Mobile and Free
Monday, August 3, 2009
Something
She was only mostly a liar. On Tuesdays and birthdays she took to truth telling. He reminded himself what day it was as he walked up to her seated at their table.
"Howard? What are you doing here?" asked his wife as he walked up.
"Oh, I come here for lunch on Wednesdays. What brings you uptown sweetheart?" He asked and leaned down for a kiss.
"Well what a pleasant surprise. I'll have to remember that." Gesturing to the woman seated across from her she continued, "This is Alicia, she organizes events for Dragoon. We are meeting to discuss using our studio for their new show."
The woman looked up from the menu for the first time, extended a well-manicured hand and lied. "Pleased to meet you."
"Yes. Very nice to meet you," he lied back. Then turned to his wife. "may I join you?"
-- Mobile and Free
"Howard? What are you doing here?" asked his wife as he walked up.
"Oh, I come here for lunch on Wednesdays. What brings you uptown sweetheart?" He asked and leaned down for a kiss.
"Well what a pleasant surprise. I'll have to remember that." Gesturing to the woman seated across from her she continued, "This is Alicia, she organizes events for Dragoon. We are meeting to discuss using our studio for their new show."
The woman looked up from the menu for the first time, extended a well-manicured hand and lied. "Pleased to meet you."
"Yes. Very nice to meet you," he lied back. Then turned to his wife. "may I join you?"
-- Mobile and Free
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