Post-Modern Capitalism: Deconstruct This

* fragmentation of narratives
* the individual's ability to be the artist of his own life

In “The Long Tail”, an analysis of the impact of the internet on the music industry, with wider ramifications, Chris Anderson describes the “shattering of the mainstream into a zillion different cultural shards”. The post-modern “fragment” becomes a “niche” and the mass market is “turning into a mass of niches”. “When mass culture breaks apart,” he writes, “it doesn't re-form into a different mass. Instead, it turns into millions of microcultures which coexist and interact in a baffling array of ways.”

blogs, podcasts, youtube, myspace, etc.

Forgetting Yourself in Function

A happy state arises most often in work that stretches a person without defeating him; work that provides clear goals, unambiguous feedback, and a sense of control.

Status Anxiety

Vervet monkeys at the top of their social tree enjoy more mates and bananas as a result, but they also exult in their position for its own sake.

Meal of the weekend

sausage, eggs, grilled peppers, spinach, onion, cheese, and cornbread covered with hollandaise sauce

Horny Manatee

The Conan O'Brien skit called "New College Mascots" featured a character called the "FSU Webcam Manatee". The manatee was rubbing itself while music played in the background: when I think about you I touch myself. Conan then mentioned a fictitious website: "HornyManatee.com". After the show, the standards department for Late Night explained to Conan that if he mentions a web site that doesn't exist, NBC is legally bound to buy the domain name. Late Night then created the website, giving it the appearance of a fake porn site. The website was introduced on the next show, and Conan asked viewers to submit pictures. A week or so later, the site has received 4.5 million hits and many images, poems, flash games and other media submitted by fans. Check out the Fan Art.

Tom Waits - Road to Peace

I just heard this on 89.3, The Current:

Young Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay) was only 18 years old,
He was the youngest of nine children, never spent a night away from home.
And his mother held his photograph, opening the New York Times
To see the killing has intensified along the road to peace

There was a tall, thin boy with a whispy moustache disguised as an orthodox Jew
On a crowded bus in Jerusalem, some had survived World War Two
And the thunderous explosion blew out windows 200 yards away
With more retribution and seventeen dead along the road to peace

Now at King George Ave and Jaffa Road passengers boarded bus 14a
In the aisle next to the driver Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
And the last thing that he said on earth is "God is great and God is good"
And he blew them all to kingdom come upon the road to peace

Now in response to this another kiss of death was visited upon
Yasser Taha, Israel says is an Hamas senior militant
And Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed, tears wide open
And it killed his wife and his three year old child leaving only blackened skeletons

It's found his toddlers bottle and a pair of small shoes and they waved them in front of the cameras
But Israel says they did not know that his wife and child were in the car
There are roadblocks everywhere and only suffering on TV
Neither side will ever give up their smallest right along the road to peace

Israel launched it's latest campaign against Hamas on Tuesday
Two days later Hamas shot back and killed five Israeli soldiers
So thousands dead and wounded on both sides most of them middle eastern civilians
They fill the children full of hate to fight an old man's war and die upon the road to peace

"And this is our land we will fight with all our force" say the Palastinians and the Jews
Each side will cut off the hand of anyone who tries to stop the resistance
If the right eye offends thee then you must pluck it out
And Mahmoud Abbas said Sharon had been lost out along the road to peace

Once Kissinger said "we have no friends, America only has interests"
Now our president wants to be seen as a hero and he's hungry for re-election
But Bush is reluctant to risk his future in the fear of his political failures
So he plays chess at his desk and poses for the press 10,000 miles from the road to peace

In the video that they found at the home of Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy
He was an excellent student, he studied so hard, it was as if he had a future
He told his mother that he had a test that day out along the road to peace

The fundamentalist killing on both sides is standing in the path of peace
But tell me why are we arming the Israeli army with guns and tanks and bullets?
And if God is great and God is good why can't he change the hearts of men?
Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
Maybe God himself is lost and needs help
He's out upon the road to peace

Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
And he's lost upon the road to peace
And he's lost upon the road to peace
Out upon the road to peace.

Oenophile?

I have 6 gallons of Italian Pinot Grigio undergoing primary fermentation in the basement. To begin the process I mixed bentonite and hot water. Then I poured in the juice and topped the fermenter up to 6 gallons. The specific gravity was 1.075 at this point. Finally, I sprinkled the yeast on the surface of the solution. As of Sunday the SG was 1.024; it must be 1.010 or less for me to transfer the juice to my carboy for secondary fermentation. When the specific gravity is 0.996 or less, I will add metabisulphite, sorbate, and isinglass. After a couple weeks, the wine will clarify and be ready for bottling -- 30 x 750ml bottles.

hear hear

I believe that when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego will survive. I am not young and I love life. But I should scorn to shiver with terror at the thought of annihilation. Happiness is nonetheless true happiness because it must come to an end, nor do thought and love lose their value because they are not everlasting. Many a man has borne himself proudly on the scaffold; surely the same pride should teach us to think truly about man's place in the world. Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cosy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigour, and the great spaces have a splendour of their own.

-Bertrand Russel, What I Believe