Read this on Ballardian and can’t help but feel that Ballard would really like to score a ticket to Australia to share some Australian-ness with those fascinating folks. He seems honest to me like interviews with Paul Bowles sound. There was that movie Let it come down which is a great quote from Lear. Someone asks the king to come inside before the rain drenches him.
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the japanese gallery of psychiatric art
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Who knew about Ikea riots?:
Tottenham MP David Lammy said Ikea should have known offering cheap prices in a deprived area would cause a rush.
Saw this on Technorati:
blogbullies cause Kathy Sierra to cancel ETech presentations
I dodged Kathy’s opening remarks at SXSW and now she’s in the news for this.
What effect will this have on the future of digital identity? I am delighted to see people taking on personas and exploring them deeply in a blog context. To me it’s all about facets, certain angles of identity. How do you keep your digital identity sane?
As more people pursue this, how soon before legislation arises to make it difficult? How soon before our ability to play becomes illegal within some legislative space? I think about cosplay the same way: How soon before it’s illegal? How soon before legality is just a moot point?
I thought rageboy did a good job defending himself, and yet his rebuttal was couched in the context of an email to a journalist and thus so deeply meta, that I began to question whether this was all a stunt, similar to the Kat Herding firing. Are these people all just linking themselves up to play tricks on sites like Technorati and Digg? To barter the value of their digital identities in the new tabloids? And here I am, doing my part.
I appreciate the vehemence of street preachers. This morning I rolled down the window to listen to the woman who has trained her lungs to all seasons on the corner. It’s Springtime, so her voice sounds strong and fertile as a tree. She says:
What does it profit a man to gain the world if he should lose his soul?
Words for you, Napoleon. You said your own goodbyes to all that:
I die before my time and my body shall be given back to the earth and devoured by worms. What an abysmal gulf between my deep miseries and the eternal Kingdom of Christ. I marvel that whereas the ambitious dreams of myself and of Alexander and of Caesar should have vanished into thin air, a Judean peasant-Jesus-should be able to stretch his hands across the centuries, and control the destinies of men and nations.
Words on the street corner have a strange majesty.
