College in Santa Fe, eh? My mate was doing a show up there this past weekend (girls, inc)... did you happen to go to it?
... or do you remember me? hmmmm... same ol' mtmynd...
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panta rhei
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stilltrucking
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Panta I guess I am confused. When Clay says isolation I think of someone who cuts off all contact with friends and family, sits in a darkened room and lives a silicon life. no I don't feel I am isolated, I don't do bars, even so I don't think Ino I don't feel that at all. THis is all about contact for me. So used to sitting in a truck cut off from everyone except that cb radio, but the radios got pretty trashy i didn't listen very much. Except in emergencies and bad weather. When I stumbled onto litkicks it was like I was back out there on the boulevard strolling aong with my friends (corny I know) except there was always interesting conversations going on. this is the road for me. Except it is now a global convoy. nice to see ya btw
Hello grandaughter so happy see you, gypsyjoker is me, like i been playing hand puppets with myself. No- I mean yes -I am suprised to see you, but I mentioned K&D on a post the other day.
ModenAncient I mentioned him too, and learned, Geoff do you remember him, he drops by calls him sefl something death I am having a senior moment cant remember his ID name.
Hello grandaughter so happy see you, gypsyjoker is me, like i been playing hand puppets with myself. No- I mean yes -I am suprised to see you, but I mentioned K&D on a post the other day.
ModenAncient I mentioned him too, and learned, Geoff do you remember him, he drops by calls him sefl something death I am having a senior moment cant remember his ID name.
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Zlatko Waterman
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Neil Postman points out that Internet "communities" ( like this one) aren't real communities because they don't demand mutual sacrifice, among other things.
This discussion about Internet communities is lively and well thought-out:
http://www.firstmonday.org/issues/issue4/valauskas/
--worth taking a look at.
The use of the Internet varies, of course, with the individual.
Because I have been a professional writer and teacher of writing for forty years, as well as a purveyor of graven images, I use written language to craft a persona, like any writer. Anyone who reads the language I cyber-hurl into the ether is free to construe any kind of "person" he or she wants from those electronically printed symbols.
The Internet is only an armature, as the students of semiotics might say, for hanging up signs.
Whether one is "reaching out" or merely engaging in a kind of self-gratification or masturbation depends on the reception of those signs and the final re-interpretation of that reception when someone posts in return, or writes an e-mail.
I sometimes refer to the word-besmirched screen as one-dimensional because, even for a skilled writer and reader, the rendering of tone is quite difficult ( hence emoticons, capital letters and varied type "faces"-- giving a "human" face to something which cannot literally possess one).
To answer your question, Clay-- I'd say I use my computer to find readers and get smacked with unexpected responses-- wild, Burroughsian scats and riffs like "Stilltrucking" can dish out-- your keen and hilarious invective, the calm karma-love, poetry and shimmer of "judih", the quizzical and sharp-minded but vulnerable wit and prosodic mastery and lively, imaginative gymkhana of a "Doreen" poem . . .
And, of course, there's the occasional miracle of hearing "Hester's" marvelous vocalizing . . .
And so on.
I have "met" voices on the Internet ( and even that expression involves me in a metaphor) belonging to persons who begged off meeting face-to-face because they described themselves as "a horrible disappointment" in person.
I use the Internet the same way I use my voice, my costume, and my drawings-- to conceal and reveal at once, like any artist.
Zlatko
This discussion about Internet communities is lively and well thought-out:
http://www.firstmonday.org/issues/issue4/valauskas/
--worth taking a look at.
The use of the Internet varies, of course, with the individual.
Because I have been a professional writer and teacher of writing for forty years, as well as a purveyor of graven images, I use written language to craft a persona, like any writer. Anyone who reads the language I cyber-hurl into the ether is free to construe any kind of "person" he or she wants from those electronically printed symbols.
The Internet is only an armature, as the students of semiotics might say, for hanging up signs.
Whether one is "reaching out" or merely engaging in a kind of self-gratification or masturbation depends on the reception of those signs and the final re-interpretation of that reception when someone posts in return, or writes an e-mail.
I sometimes refer to the word-besmirched screen as one-dimensional because, even for a skilled writer and reader, the rendering of tone is quite difficult ( hence emoticons, capital letters and varied type "faces"-- giving a "human" face to something which cannot literally possess one).
To answer your question, Clay-- I'd say I use my computer to find readers and get smacked with unexpected responses-- wild, Burroughsian scats and riffs like "Stilltrucking" can dish out-- your keen and hilarious invective, the calm karma-love, poetry and shimmer of "judih", the quizzical and sharp-minded but vulnerable wit and prosodic mastery and lively, imaginative gymkhana of a "Doreen" poem . . .
And, of course, there's the occasional miracle of hearing "Hester's" marvelous vocalizing . . .
And so on.
I have "met" voices on the Internet ( and even that expression involves me in a metaphor) belonging to persons who begged off meeting face-to-face because they described themselves as "a horrible disappointment" in person.
I use the Internet the same way I use my voice, my costume, and my drawings-- to conceal and reveal at once, like any artist.
Zlatko
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Zlatko... I had to look up gymkhana and prosodic... damn... and all those other adjectives I knew but i couldn't believe you were attributing them to my name... 
wow... thanks for thinking I have something to say in some adjective adjective way... could I quote you? 
Seriously... i agree with your take on the internet and the voices you reference....I love them all.... it's beautiful, isn't it? ...and I was going to quote the same quote Clay quoted... "conceal and reveal at once." That's a heckuva statement. That's what everybody does, I think. It's called Life. Very well said.
The internet IS alive...
I need to click on that link and read the article. I think internet communities are very "real"... just as real as any other community.. except we don't witness each other getting drunk or making fools of ourselves or acting like assholes or anything. Right?
(that was just a sample of vulnerable wit )
To answer Lrod's question....
Does the internet isolate you or put you in touch with the world, my answer is unequivocally... YES!
Thank you for asking.
wow... thanks for thinking I have something to say in some adjective adjective way... could I quote you? Seriously... i agree with your take on the internet and the voices you reference....I love them all.... it's beautiful, isn't it? ...and I was going to quote the same quote Clay quoted... "conceal and reveal at once." That's a heckuva statement. That's what everybody does, I think. It's called Life. Very well said.
The internet IS alive...
I need to click on that link and read the article. I think internet communities are very "real"... just as real as any other community.. except we don't witness each other getting drunk or making fools of ourselves or acting like assholes or anything. Right?
(that was just a sample of vulnerable wit )To answer Lrod's question....
Does the internet isolate you or put you in touch with the world, my answer is unequivocally... YES!
Thank you for asking.
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hip shot to Z
Sherry Turkle fascinates me links to her at MIT. Stuff like Life On The Screen and Wither psychoanalysis in the computer age. I can hardly follow, due to my inadequate education. One example was the circum-loquacious and circuitous analogue definition Freud worked out for slips of the tongue, and how easy and simple it sounded in digital 1/0 on/off anatomy of the brain.
thank you kind professor Z I can't tell you how much I needed that. I have pretty foggy notoion of what you meant, but it cheered me up immensely.
The sub links in the notes are a treasure of useful links, I think the first two are broken the rest work. I thought Turkle might me in there but I didn't see her.
Great article, think about this text based community of studio eight a lot. It is my cafe table in paris circa 1920's.
take care of your self dear teacher, we need you for the long haul
"don't pull that stuff on me, hand me down my walking cane it is a sin to tell a lie" from the John Prine Shrineput Prof Z comment about stilltrucking here
Sherry Turkle fascinates me links to her at MIT. Stuff like Life On The Screen and Wither psychoanalysis in the computer age. I can hardly follow, due to my inadequate education. One example was the circum-loquacious and circuitous analogue definition Freud worked out for slips of the tongue, and how easy and simple it sounded in digital 1/0 on/off anatomy of the brain.
thank you kind professor Z I can't tell you how much I needed that. I have pretty foggy notoion of what you meant, but it cheered me up immensely.
The sub links in the notes are a treasure of useful links, I think the first two are broken the rest work. I thought Turkle might me in there but I didn't see her.
Great article, think about this text based community of studio eight a lot. It is my cafe table in paris circa 1920's.
take care of your self dear teacher, we need you for the long haul
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panta rhei
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isolation in a sense of withdrawal/solitude (deriving from isola = island) as a way to focus and grope for the inner form through giving yourself voice and shape is what i was talking about... the mutilated silicon life in a darkened room you're speaking of is something that can happen but should be avoided.Panta I guess I am confused. When Clay says isolation I think of someone who cuts off all contact with friends and family, sits in a darkened room and lives a silicon life.
hi still-t... good to hear you.
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PantaI got a telephone and family here, they keep me in touch, I work at home so there is a feeling of cave dwelling, the grocery store is a block away. I can go for days with out seeing anyone, but the phone always rings. I spend way too much here on studio eight I know, but trying to make a lemon out lemonade. Walter Kaufmann so interesting to me. Raised protestant converted to Judaism and then found out both sets of his grandparents were Jews. I like the NIetzsche he talks about, Tacitus warned about the man of one book. The book I am warry of is Nietzsche. I would be in NYC standing out pamphlets for Jews for Jesus if it were not for him.
and I have good neighbors on each side of me, and I have my morning glories to water every morning, and chat with the neighbors, glynda the white witch, and Don Quitoxe of the abdominal scar and worrisome blue bus from the health department that takes him away a couple days of week, we give each other plants and watermellon,
Five am i can almost hear the sun rising"
Jesus said to the fig tree...
and the fig tree said, Fuk you jesus
but i still love to listen to rock and roll songs about jesus
"jesus broke the wild horse in my heart" by the flying burrito brothers is one of those.
Shalom
Panta one more thing I have five computers and somewhere around 15 to 20 hard drives. At least when I put something up on studio eight I got a chance of finding it. I got a spider web mind, I think about all my random text boxes as inter connected points on a web. How they might link up to form a pattern. Like a connect the dots puzzle.
Atit sorry to hear about your grandfather. Someplace on studio 8 me or stilltrucking called you grandaugher, I did not read about his illness till afterwards. I was thinking about the Navajo custom of calling old people grandfather. I hope evrything will be ok, my grandparents gave me most of what I remember as a happy childhood.
in sympathy
jack tilles
and I have good neighbors on each side of me, and I have my morning glories to water every morning, and chat with the neighbors, glynda the white witch, and Don Quitoxe of the abdominal scar and worrisome blue bus from the health department that takes him away a couple days of week, we give each other plants and watermellon,
Five am i can almost hear the sun rising"
Jesus said to the fig tree...
and the fig tree said, Fuk you jesus
but i still love to listen to rock and roll songs about jesus
"jesus broke the wild horse in my heart" by the flying burrito brothers is one of those.
Shalom
Panta one more thing I have five computers and somewhere around 15 to 20 hard drives. At least when I put something up on studio eight I got a chance of finding it. I got a spider web mind, I think about all my random text boxes as inter connected points on a web. How they might link up to form a pattern. Like a connect the dots puzzle.
Atit sorry to hear about your grandfather. Someplace on studio 8 me or stilltrucking called you grandaugher, I did not read about his illness till afterwards. I was thinking about the Navajo custom of calling old people grandfather. I hope evrything will be ok, my grandparents gave me most of what I remember as a happy childhood.
in sympathy
jack tilles
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thank you, no big deal at all about the grand daughter thing, hell, thats why i first liked litkicks, felt like i had a home and people to look up too. artists and writters are all about being an individual but i've always felt like the ever listening understudy to you guys, whats that Kerouac line about how he spends his time chasing people around that intrest him, thats been me my whole life. i've always found that "older," have intreting things to say, and i've always been intrested in listening, never in fully making up my mind but just seeing things from different perspectives.
i think i'm going to write about my experiences at the "old folks home" but i'm not much of a writter, again, i'm more of a great whitness.
i think i'm going to write about my experiences at the "old folks home" but i'm not much of a writter, again, i'm more of a great whitness.
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You probably heard this one, John Prine
We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there.
Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown,
A life of their own left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.
Chorus:
Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more,
She sits and stares through the back door screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen.
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy,
We worked together at the factory.
But what could I say if asks "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."
Repeat Chorus:
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."
I hope I see you here in september, I took it to the limit and now I need a small vacation.
good luck in school and try to learn sumptin
you just gave me a good idea about for a story about my bubbie.
thanks
We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there.
Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown,
A life of their own left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.
Chorus:
Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more,
She sits and stares through the back door screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen.
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy,
We worked together at the factory.
But what could I say if asks "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."
Repeat Chorus:
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."
I hope I see you here in september, I took it to the limit and now I need a small vacation.
good luck in school and try to learn sumptin
you just gave me a good idea about for a story about my bubbie.
thanks
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remeinds me of the "old folks" home, theres this one lady that stands by the door and i say hi to her everytime but i'm always worried baecause sometimes she talks to me and asks me to do things i cant do, or that don't make sence. like sometimes she thinks i'm her kid, or this one time she wanted me to take her to get some sleep and she didn't want to go to her room so i didn't know what to do. the people that work there don't even treat them like humans....hell i don't even treat my grandfather like a human because i don't know how and because it makes me feel so uncomfortable.
its so easy to get distracted when your younger because of all the things there are for you to do...i wasn't around for my grandmother's death, everyone was there but i was in college, i didn't even truelly beleive that she was going to die. its weird, i experience things very hard and very fast.
its so easy to get distracted when your younger because of all the things there are for you to do...i wasn't around for my grandmother's death, everyone was there but i was in college, i didn't even truelly beleive that she was going to die. its weird, i experience things very hard and very fast.
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