nuages and soupe
je contemplais les mouvantes architectures que Dieu fait avec les vapeurs, les merveilleuses constructions de l'impalpable
"All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality."
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To level society, NCRP, we need a bigger bulldozer. Let's abolish, for example, intellectual property. link
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Gladwell, dismantling Chris Anderson and Kevin Kelly:
he’s forgotten about the plants and the power lines. link
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No more dams I'll make for fish, Nor fetch in firing | |
| At requiring, | |
| Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish. |
Et tout à coup je reçus un violent coup de poing dans le dos, et j'entendis une voix rauque et charmante, une voix hystérique et comme enrouée par l'eau-de-vie, la voix de ma chère petite bien-aimée, qui disait: "- Allez-vous bientôt manger votre soupe, s...b... de marchand de nuages?"
Labels: ariel, baudelaire, caliban, gifthub, gladwell, intellectual property, kevin kelly, labor, tempest
posted by Tom Matrullo at Monday, June 29, 2009
2 Comments:
That Gladwell could deliver this:
"The Times gives away its content on its Web site. But the Wall Street Journal has found that more than a million subscribers are quite happy to pay for the privilege of reading online."
with a straight face and not even a trace of recognition that you might kind of hey you know expect the readers of the Swine Feeder Express to have a certain amount of faithful suck-up-ed-ness to the main vibrating organ of the Pigocracy, and be all around mostly friendly with the idea of Feeding the Swine.
Quite happy to do so and be so.
As opposed to the readership of say the Bakunin Post and Socialist Daily, or the Trotskyist National Newsletter, which and who might not be so friendly about regarding as such paying for what until very very recently was free and essential, as opposed to as now cheap and trivially ephemerally and sort of mildly kind of germane. Sometimes. To the pigs and their acolytes and servant-class drones and prospective throbbing membership candidates, germane to them sort of. And a demonstration of faith in the Pig Dogma to pay for that. You would expect. So Gladwell's omission glares. As usual.
No question but the Wall Streeters, at least before, when there was money on Wall St. and no Murdoch at the Journal, were able to convince themselves that the verbal path to Fortune required a small token in return for such priceless treasure.
But with regard to the Socialists and Trotskyites, can we be sure universal intelprop has not corrupted their poor souls? Upon which see:
http://www.gifthub.org/2009/06/the-internationale-owned-by.html
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