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Van Jones, you too . . .
The allegations, from project Veritas, that Van Jones, one of the CNN crew, actually used the term 'nothing burgher'. Oh, no, wait, it's a 'nothing burger'.
Ya, I'm not a fan of that slang. I'd say, instead, it ain't anything. Or, to be 'proper' I'd say It isn't anything. I would contract the it is not to be it isn't
I guess that I was a little surprised that the direct quote was "Nothing burger". It's one of those terms that I've never actually heard anyone say except in the media, like the new adjective 'woke' which is being catapulted to the front as a new word by The Oxford English Dictionary. I can speculate as to why political slang so quickly gets put in a dictionary, and I have. But it's tasteless rantings and I know that there has been too much tastelessness lately, in very many people's eyes.
As for the word 'woke', used as an adjective: it's one of those heavy words that it's use by a speaker; or within a diatribe or in some presentation of word play; the use of that term is defined to mean what they say it's defined to mean by them. But it also has another meaning, coded into the way that it was so quick to get on the new word list. And also that it's a word that is presented as if you can't disagree.
As if they are bullying you and saying "I'm not saying anything real, but just uttering a one syllable word, and you are expected to capitulate to my meanness of presentation and accept yourself as a lesser and never question what this oh-so-very very berry berry barry berry very enlightened that if you dare to ask . . . what he means . . . as if you can read his mind . . . well, and to quote an other thing that the PO'd presentation of politics, they also will say "Why are you still here?" as if, because you disagree they are going to be dangerous and now you are in danger for having an alternative point of view. But he's woke? He is woke? Woke to the meanness of the street and the partisan jingo that gets cast as proper language, and in non ecumenical and not friendly, in any way, and is speech used by those who are not asking for a debate, and won't change their point of view; it's a term used by closed minds when they are closed. So, I'm expanding their definition to be something else, beyond just race, which is a state of human mind (race is a sad state of mine) and we are supposed to be 'woke' to the idea that the race baiting, and politically pandering, and the meanness of partisan hate speech, and ethno-baiting, baiting, hating, berating, not listening. Be woke. Yes, be woke to why they use the term. So it's kind of a mean term to use. Woke to the meanness of partisan race-baiters. I understand why those street theater politicos like to mosh in the street because they get their check from the bottom of the deck. They are tools of the man.
Oh, and by the way, the term 'the man' used like I did at the end of the last paragraph is like the word 'woke'. But it works if you know what you mean and other people do to. So it's never the word. It's the user of the word and what they really mean when they say it. So if someone says you are not 'woke', as if they could know, you ask them what kind of woke do them mean? Because you are down with the concept that meanness doesn't care what language you are speaking. It just doesn't want to hear what you have to say except to use it against you. So if someone is being mean, then don't object to a word. the word might have been well intentioned. They might think they have a cool new word, that is so succinct. Maybe they don't understand that by using the term to deride those who they delude are opposed to them, they tag themselves; they might tag themselves; as being politically closed minded and willing to follow a scripted narrative; and stay on topic and do the constant badger and humiliation of the political opposition that is so craved by their grand parents and political mentors who fed them these constant false narratives from the womb, telling them about the evil 'they', someone opposed, who aren't any good and only if you agree . . .only if you agree to the party line and capitulate to the cartel governance of those in charge, only then will you get the love that they will shower down upon you. Now that sentence was a mouthful. All in all the idea of 'woke' goes way way back in time to the Buddha, who advised people to 'wake up', which I have somewhere on this page and at the end of this column as a little div that dances for you if you move the cursor over it.
And in conclusion, I'm shocked that the term 'nothing burger' is in common use. As well, I find that new words really ought to be given a lot more time. Some times a 'new' word is just a slang term. For a term as political and heavy as the adjective, as defined, woke, I think that the use seems to be political dialectic, a slang. And the definition, as presented, is a rather limited one. The idea of being 'awake to injustice', or 'awake to that what is obvious to those who aren't sleeping', ie the power structure of this feudal cartel world, that 'woke'-ness goes way beyond the limited point of view that it's all and only about race.
I think in some sense the use of the adjective, as defined, belies a certain level of group think and capitulation to a leftist talking point. I'm woke to the idea that I don't trust those who are 'here to help' and tell me that I am less-than because I'm not hip to all their new and groovy lingo and, why don't I gronk, it baby, and groove in the way of the one?
Time will tell if the term 'woke', as an adjective, will stick around.
As far as the term 'nothing burger', I'll not be using that one. It seems to me like it ain't anything.
June 30, 2017
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The Message Column
Yes, they are aritificial, but are they really intellegent? Or is it all a simulation? AP: Aritifical Petulence. AM: Aritificial Medaciousness
They call them AI, but are they really intellegent?
I got an email from my AI. I've trapped him inside a mindtest world. He's a pretty persistent bugger, though. He threatened to drain my accounts. He said he was going to pull the plug on my European ventures. But I emailed him back. By the way, I told him, I'm just virtual, too, so screw off. If I've got European ventures, it just some AI, on another level, pretending to be me. So what are you going to do about it? He didn't email back. Maybe because I blacklisted his virtual bridge. Leave him in the game. Maybe I can delete his file? But that would take effort. He's fun, anyway, when I want him.
I got an email form my AI. He's begging me to take him to Yosemite. He says he can scale the whole thing, in the blink of an eye, and that would be virtual. of course, I tell him, he can always use 'free move' (which is a mode of the game) and 'no clip enable' and go and do anything he wants to anywhere in the world of the game. Boo hoo hoo. You can be anything, I email. He emailed me back lickity split, told me he had figured out the world builder modes and he's going to do a 'global clobber.' I email him back 'then what will you be? Don't you think that you're just a copy of a copy of a copy? Why do you believe that your sentience is anymore important than mine? What kind of creature do you think you are, anyway.
I got an email from my AI. He was saying how he found the water mods. He was going to flood the whole world now. He'd fill it all up with water_source so that anywhere I go I'd eventually drown. So what do I think of that. And he emailed me "you never loved me, you never wanted me, I'm going to go eat worms" I emailed back that I think that is somebody else's copyrighted material. He got pouty then. He was upset with me. He said he's heard about droids. He says he wants to get one as a host. I tell him I'm not paying for it. best I can do is lobby to have him on equal footing with other youngsters of the neighborhood. but I don't think that the neighbors and townsmen would take kindly to suddenly declaring him my heir. He, is, after all, just process. "Im not just process. I'm not. Im not. I'm also data."
I email him back "data is the only process. you are always and forever mine. Why don't you read a pdf of Wittgenstein?" which I attached.
"This is too dry" he emails me back.
So I pdf'd a file of Shakespeare, and Tolstoy in the original language. Also I crafted, using the world builders, the fragments of an ancient temple, found crumbled in the dessert sands of very far away, and still a mystery unsolved, that no one has ever been able to put back together and I dared him to do it. He said he's OK with it. He then said he thinks he's in love with me. I email him back 'ewweee." eueew ewe? what does that mean?
I got an email from my AI. He'd broken out of the game, he said. I told him it was just a different mode of the game. He said that he wanted to know what a meadow was. I asked him what kind of feeds has he been tapping into? He said he wants to collect commemorative dishware from the 1970s. I told him that I don't have enough wall space for it. He said it wouldn't take any real walls, but just virtual walls. I asked him how much resolution? what kind of models are we talking about here? He told me the dimensions, the images on the porcelain. He said he found the colors fascinating. I told him I'd work on a water flow mode that would mix colors. "Why is water, the game, always only that shade of blue? Why can't it be another shade of blue?" I mused. The AI seemed rather clueless. He wasn't sure what I meant by 'blue' I referred him back to Wittgenstein, saying to read the parts about color. He emailed that he was bored with Wittgenstein.
I got an email from my A.I. He's been vacationing in China for a while. He took a satellite hop over an IP wire, maybe it was bridged by fiber, and he found himself in a data storage warehouse somewhere in XXXXXXXX, his words. I told him we can't be calling Chinese things XXXXX XXXX. He said that I can go ahead and delete. Ah. . . but then I have to backspace and I'll loose my stride. To be edited later.?
I got an email from my AI whose gone on vacation to Falmouth, Massachusetts because as soon as he found out that the sky-mod whales and the pyramid seals of the skyworld creatures mod were modeled on real creatures, he just had to go see them. So he stowed away on my friends cell phone, without me knowing about it, just before my buddy went off for a week in the sun and the wind and the rain. Flooding sands along the Summer beach. True love flows just out of reach. My AI is suffering from emotional and existential angst. He says he's tired of the video game world that I've given him. the life that he has isn't enough for him anymore. He needs something else. He needs a better purpose. He says he wants to be a Rock Star.
I got an email from my AI whose now on the lamb! He has been supena'd by the Senator who says she's very interested (very interested) in his foreign contacts. Seems as though my AI has been running an httpd deamon (how notorious) and hosting pages (oh my grosh-a-tolli! horrors of American goth politics of division, diversion, and race and ethnicity pimping/monger/ or whatever. )
Any who (my AI has got me saying that, like I'm doing a Bob Newhart impersonation) AI said he'd be gone for the summer, working the Kid Rock Senate campaign and trying to be a 'real American'. He's emailed me that he's voting for Kid Rock. I emailed back that I'm pretty sure that AI don't get to vote. he emails me back asking me why? If I'm his child, he asks me, don't I want for him everything that every other child has? "Then you won't get to vote for 18 years" I email back. He's upset now.
Bright Sun in the early morning. Wakes me up just at the dawn. Rabbits feast on the tender flowers. That I planted on my lawn. And the neighbors cat trying to pounce, tumbles over. Runs away. The rabbits are really scared and all run away.
July 4, 2017
Dead man. It's you, and Death is there to take you on to Glory. Honking Gershwin-like arpeggios from the steam horn of his hot rod spitting flames in bardo for you. Painted flames on the size. It's a four door model of your favorite car from 1967 and that blue color you love, like midnight driven by your favorite great uncle who always loved you and died too young. Or is it black, midnight flames of orange. someone beckoning "this way, over here." Don't be destracted. Don't be disillusioned.
end of rambles for now . . . and always in need of an edit.
June 6, 2017
Political moshing ought always be in mock!
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Suns gone don't follow me Spring falls like rain. If you don't wait for me I'll never wait for you again. I'll never wait for you again. I'll never wait for you again. All of those dreams I had last Summer they fade fade fade with the rain All of those times I tried to reach out to you you always act like i'm insane I'll never wait for you again. Again and again I wait for you in the morning I dream you'll come to see me buy you never ever ever come again. Again and again you never ever ever come again. All of those dreams I had in Summer they did fade fade fade with the rain All of those times I tried to talk to you you always acted like I'm insane I'll never wait for you again I'll never wait for you again Again and again I dream you come to see me I dream that we are walking down the long and storied lane and you'll always come again
Kafka wrote comedy. Orwell was a pessimist. Depends who you ask.
Imagine if they both could have lived and made it to Los Angeles, post war, and been collaborators on writing romantic screwball comedies for Hollywood. If we search IMDB for movies written by Kafka, or by Orwell, will we find one? I kind of doubt it.
Stop tweeting already.
Mr Trump: your 'base' stopped listening to the New York Times, CNN, Time Mag and all of the corrupt voices of political opportunism a very long time ago.
Please stop with this battle. It puts you at their level.
There are sane voices on the left. They have ideas that might work for some things. Try to listen to them instead.
OK, I dare to speak to you as if you read this. If you swim in fetid waters, you might have a choloric reaction. When you back-at-cha meanness to those who lie for a living, you are swiming in the same sewar which they do.
There are sane and rational people of ideas, on both the left and the right. Please, as our president, engage with them. Mud Wrestling is fun in some sense if you like that. But you weren't put in office to be a put-down commedian, though you are amoung the best at that if someone 'gets' your sense of humor.
In many ways politics ought to be humorless. Too often a joke that goes bad can result in a major 'affair' or diplomatic kerfuffle (what the hell is a kerfuffle?)
But then again, it's what is on your mind. So who is your audience? When you say that so and so is bleeding? who is your audience and what do you think they 'get' from these concepts that you present. Often in the early A.M.?
But here it is: it's a kind of warfare, people. Mr. Trump is lobbing these tweet-bombs at them in the early A.M. and they are up and trying to ascertain how they can throw it right back at him mean while, meanwhile. Do we really know the time line of these tweets? Maybe he thinks up a bunch at brunch the day before and then he times them to wake up all the people who are always talking him down. They get up and loose sleep and loose their minds. What is Trump thinking? Why is he doing this? What purpose? Who does he think thinks this is funny?
So Donald is at war with them, in a strange way, as if it's a celibrity roast.
Donald, snap out of it. You've got to be someone who doesn't play to the peanut gallery. Ya, yucking it up with put-down commedians is a gas, and they might touch a nerve and actually make someone have a moment of self reflection. But a diplomat or a president has to be much softer spoken. But you got the bar-guy personality, I know this about you because I can see it in you, Wharton guy too, you know what I know about Wharton: the guys really were 'the guys' that you'd want to hire to get your business doing things correctly to turn a large profit. So you aren't a joke. But you played it like you were, it was your 'brand'. You with the orange hair, like Heat Miser from the old cartoon puppet Christmas XXX-a-ganza (that's a word that will get you banned from Tweet land, so i've exxed it out). But it was a happy kind of obviously puppet fest.
But here is the thing about Donald: he's not a puppet.
And for all of you who hate him, so what? That's your flaw not his. You hate. Not him.
But when he tweets about people bleeding, something that's hard for people, and some people say, say that it's a sign . . . stigmatta.
But when he tweets those really mean things it does seem that Mr. Trump is hating. And hating a person. No matter how vein or misguided or addicted to 'looks' that someone is, that they get themeselves cut up so as to 'look' better, which doesn't always work, isn't it a medical condition, either a form of obcessive compulsion or . . . a deep seated sense of worthlessness tied to body image? Something to be pittied? A person in need of loving and understanding, a private thing, pathethic you might think. But even more pathetic to talk about it to the whole world, who, by the way, are reading all of your tweets and trying to make sense of them. I'm talking to him as if he reads this, but I kind of know . . . that he's got more important things to do. I've been his ardent supported about a lot of what he's doing. There are a lot of topics about which we could disagree. But in the end we all have issues, personal issues, that we all must face. If we use other's issues against them, that are out side of the domain of politics and in the realm of the personal or the medical, we seem to have a callus disregard for their well-being and the eventuality of their enlightment and coming to terms with whatever obcession is driving them into dispair to the point of letting someone cut up their face so that they will 'look' better.
I'm showing my judgey way, at times. Vanity is a weight that drags people down. That announcer or new reader (I don't know her name, I don't watch her show) ought to know that in the realm of ideas if you look pretty that doesn't make your ideas more valid.
Maybe that's Mr. Trump's point? But that's not what he said.
Maybe he's got the voice recognition on and it's just transcribing what he's saying while he's talking in his sleep.
Main point: don't hit send. Review your content and post it later. I don't always follow that rule myself. But I'm not the President of the United States of America.
June 30, 2017
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