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October 27, 2006


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Are you saying Gifthub is mineral oil for families having trouble passing their values? Or what?

Yeah, speak English... uh, I mean, "Hey, is that English you're speaking? Well done!"

Well done indeed! Pray tell how much for a burp?

There is a whole minor industry built around using estate or legacy planning to "pass on family values as well as valuables." It appeals to Boomers and to family values voters. And it appeals to the future Dynastic families that Jay Hughes serves. But, of course, even the finest fucking values need to be tested in Socratic dialog or in the street with Diogenes. That is why the nice man at Gifthub outsources some of his work to me. My role in fiction is to play the Fool with those who in real life play the King or Queen. They exit; I do not; but the issues are real enough. As more and more wealth ends up in fewer hands, it is critical that "family values" of those who have the power to made a difference for the better or the worse, be up to snuff. Who does this work? Only me. No one else would be so foolish and self-destructive to challenge the finest families fucking values. Not good for business, though it may save their soul. If we are going to have Plutocrats and Oligarchs let them at least strive to be Aristocrats. Think about that.

now that's more like it .. laugh-out loud material, with a nod and a wink to all today's British dailies.

Tabloids littered the Junior Common Room at Balliol College, Oxford, with the Sun spread open to some bare-chested Dumpster Slut every day, thanks to Rupert Murdoch, now proud owner of so many media properties, including MySpace. Wealth Bondage has come a long way in 30 years. Even the best have base impulses. Exploiting those is the key to universal success.

MySpace is where users create their own JCR's today, and where the users pass around various versions of the tabloids .. it's a forebearer of whater will come to be the equivalent (of a JCR, for millions of soc-nettish derived communities of niche interest ... all driven by titties, scsandals and advancing WB's ideological interests) in a forever-more interconnected media-saturated environment and life.

".. all driven by titties ... " etc. is an obvious meta-generalization.

There are lots (millions) of pockets of peoples forming communities who see through WB, and work at living accordingly.

J.J., I am glad to see you glancing at the underside of networked markets and democracy. The tools are one thing, what we do with them another. Murdoch and others will create their walled gardens of pleasure, and most will be as happy there as pigs in shit, or humans turned into swine in Circe's enchanted garden, but years of conversation here in WB are making us a hardier sort. We have relearned the liberal arts, not as an object of sequestered study, or a universal solvent, but as a source of conviction as we go back out into the world, not to succeed, but to fail more nobly, as is the Fool's destiny.

I've written snippets here and there, often, for sevral years now about the dark side (or dark aspects) of what I call "wirearchy" ... you just haven't seen any or many of those snippets.

... and about the effectiveness of blogging, in some online communities, of this and other sorts of dialogue as a deepening of learning and a way to learn about "being" (one's own, and others) and the inter-persona interactions in such online dialogues.

I know almost zip about christianity and the texts or whatever they are called, but my sense is that "failing more nobly" is also basically what "Jesus died for our sins" is all about as the touchstone of the overall model, as a metaphor for the Fool's journy and destiny.

I have seen that side of you, but not so much in Wirearchy. A balanced look would probably make a better book, regardless of the reader's personal perspective. Smart Mobs by Howard Rheingold does "hype" the new technology, but also convasses its dystopian possibilities. You (as do I) have two distinct voices. In this thread and often at WB you are a relentless critic of what Swift called "cant," or hypocrisy. At Wirearchy the voice is more like that at Gifthub, a nice person, well accomodated to Wealth Bondage and those who succeed there. We are both consultants, J.J., and we are both recovering day by day.

Jesus died for our sins, so now we can live on the family capital forever, with no further self-sacrifice - that seems to be the message from many a Christian Pulpit. To imitate Christ all the way to the Bank.

At Wirearchy the voice is more like that at Gifthub, a nice person, well accomodated to Wealth Bondage and those who succeed there.We are both consultants ...

Cant .. ignore the "real" world ;-)

It's all .. (fill in the blank)... after all, etc.

I'm not sure about "recovering" ... consulting doesn't have to be associated with dis-ease or corrupt purpose.

The issue of hypocrisy is a deep and important one .. and i'm well aware of the "let thee who casts the first stone .. " or however it goes ...

I guess that's where the origins of "we are all sinners", flawed, imperfect always comes home to roost, and why it is universal (I believe) throughout human culture.

I am a hypocrite, often ... but I also believe that I am a fundamentally honest and decent, moral ... and flawed ... human being.

i suspect that's what 99% of us believe, which is why it is so fscinating to watch what has become a bizarre fun-house all evolve together ;-) No doubt even most of the evil politicians we all watch think they are decent human beings, I believe.

Right, right.

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Then, brothers, it came. O bliss, bliss and heaven, oh it was gorgeousness and georgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise, silver-flamed and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again, crunched like candy thunder. It was like a bird of rarest spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a space ship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures. There were veeks and ptitsas laying on the ground screaming for mercy and I was smecking all over my rot and grinding my boot into their tortured litsos and there were naked devotchkas ripped and creeching against walls and I plunging like a shlaga into them.

Nothing wrong with consulting, indeed. 'Tis a high calling. A good consultation accompanying a well administered spanking is the state of the art. One without the the other falls flat.

I think they say falling flat is your best chance when falling a great distance. Hard to say, though. Theoretical.

Best chance to what? Making a deep impression?

Like I said, hard to say, see? :-)

Having said that, I feel the need to confess: I, too, am a hypocrite, and a coward, and many other vile things too numerous to mention. I overstay my welcome and at times I'm just plain rude.

Still, as JJ said, "I also believe that I am a fundamentally honest and decent, moral ... and flawed ... human being."

The best thing I've done lately is to offer to wash my neighbor's cars. Quite a chap, eh?

Turned out quite well though. It's amazing how little effort it takes to generate good will.

In conclusion, let me say I'm thankful that I'm not yet too dull to notice that people still love each other, and can gain strength and sustenance from each other despite the overall vacuum that seems strong enough to snatch the clothes -- and caring -- right off your back.

Kids that play like lion cubs in the wild, batting, mauling and wrestling each other in loose proximity to mom or dad, returning periodically to embrace them fully and joyfully, even annoy them a little, then tumbling off to learn more from each other in yelps and squeals and growls and guffaws, kids who are just ALIVE in spite of it all, and parents who love them deeply...

I dedicate my last comment of the evening to these survivors. You make me want to be a better man.

Where's that singing cat when ya need him... uh, I mean, "Wonderful, my brother. That's the first step on the journey back to full humanity -- would that we all find the courage and fortitude to walk it together. Let us pass these values on, shall we?"

The finest fucking family of misfits. Decent, honorable, hypocrites, down on our luck.

You make me want to be a better man.

That's primarily why i love the woman I live with. That's what she does for me.

Tracy G. will do that to you as well.

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