It seems I am Google

[Nazz]

Maybe I was wrong about Google. I never thought it would get this big, with those millions of computers in series. I didn't think they could pull it off. I guess I might be to blame because I'm lazy at heart, you know, relying on Google so often, you and I, to the point that Google has so much cash now that somehow it is trying to map and monitor the world-- every last street if possible. Jesus, these cyber-visionaries are coming at us hard and they will save us or kill us and get untouchably rich at the same time. Win-win. I may have been wrong about Gates. I may have been wrong about Google. I crave Google in fact, but check back later. This game moves pretty fast.

[the mingo]

If John the Baptist were preaching today out by the Jordan River he'd be reading your posts at S8 in his off hours & smiling as the river rolled on.

[Arcadia]

first sight rough title! but Marcos is a beautiful name!!!!!

[Nazz]

Thanks mingo. Gracias Arcadia. I am honored.

Sometimes the ramble spills. Hopefully it sorts itself out. Often it doesn't. Quite. It's getting there..

How does tradition stack up against next Monday? Or evolution. Or exponential math in general. We enter a valley of many crossing streams, and it’s getting harder to make a buck off the spinning orb. We bundle up the idea of making a buck and sell it for profit. It’s come down to that. But exponential curves can’t exist in nature.

Angry philosopher radio guy rants on—few are willing to create wealth, but sit back instead and divide it with a click. We don’t make things here anymore. We need to learn how to manufacture again. Yes that’s it. Make things and more of them until our wallets run dry and the factory coughs. No one questions the premise. Click while the clicking’s good. It’s that easy.

How does tradition stack up against raw math and geology? How can a slave owner teach us liberty? We have our soaring cathedrals and ivy on brick, our exquisite broad shoulders and generations of heartache.

Sure, we like to pontificate and sell the place off. Sure we have wet dreams of mass-production and cash rivers, sure as the Pope wears a hat (and we shouldn’t). Sure we have virtual wars meshing with real blood, random and privatized for profit of course. Sure, we hear the constant tick-ticking of wisdom through the valley of many crossing streams. Will I have a job? Will it have me? How does tradition stack up against the drug of pressure?

How does tradition stack up against persecution? Or ten minutes later? You could take all religions ever conceived and toss them in a rust-stained chipper. Or maybe a $19.95 shredder from Staples. That’s probably what the universe does in its free time anyway, though I imagine much more eloquently. Foolish exuberance, I heard someone say. When the spiritual is overrun by things, chuck me in the shallow water. (Thanks, Edie!)


Naahh, seems this one didn't quite sort itself out either...

[Nazz]

Wait! Found something else. Something I wrote a while back in my one-note wonder days. It seems the warriors hate Europe. Europe seems to have tired of centuries of constant war as a basis for the economy. But the warriors came from Europe mostly, at least the ones that want to make some money. Europe is like their big brother who got religion and told them to grow up or something. And it didn't help that the leader of the free world was some folksy drinking partner rapist from Redneckville the last eight years either. When do the warrriors begin to question their mission? Never, of course. That's the beauty of it. It's the code.

[mtmynd]

Naahh, seems this one didn't quite sort itself out either...

give it some time... just a little bit more... a few moments here a few moments there.. before you know it -- the real thing! right there in front of your very eyes... even you would believe... believe it. believe it now while you have a chance... these beliefs don't come often... not often enough... no sir.

[Nazz]

And sometimes they just spill. Thanks Cec.