I once danced with a teenagers at one of the events at BACDS. When you dance a modern-day contra dance, you put your arms around the person and you look into their eyes just as deeply as you choose to. Sometime adult men are touching teen-aged dance partners, usually with the young adult's mothers in some other part of the hall. This is socially normal and healthy. The man can bring his face as close to his partner's as he dares (even if his partner is another male or a male transvestite which the man might suddenly realize to his surprise) and the distance is negotiated through cues (such as smiles and eye contact) or dialog. Among adult friends or adult strangers of various adult ages of who simply choose to trust each other, nose to nose contact sometimes occurs and is the agreed distance; zero. It is common to carry on a conversation with your dance partner. Beautiful. Much more healthy than dealing with some anonymous person via some high-tech channel if the person at the other end is stressed out about maintaining their anonymity. These teenagers continue to be a happy, well-adjusted and successful high schooler whose school is about ten miles from where I live. These interactions that occur among the hairless apes that crawl around upon my planet fall into the subject area of interpersonal communication. I saw some of these teenagers again on March 29, 2008 at the BACDS Playford Ball up in Oakland, California. She had changed somewhat in two years and put on a bit of weight, much like her mother, who is now deceased, had.
For one of these teenagers, her mother had died a few years ago, but this teenagers seemed to be thriving despite her tragic loss.
Intellius is useful in trying to determine if a name should be taken as "real" because On the Internet, Nobody Knows You're a Dog. Still not convinced? Go read Robert McHenry's
How to Know and then ask yourself what you are so very sure of and if you are willing to bet, say, the amount you paid for your last car on something that you think you know because of what you thought you were an expert because you learned all about it via the Internet. You might be able to do your banking online, but that is only possible because of the intricate and high-tech network of trust upon which the public key infrastructure which is a valuable public resource. Yes, you do it via the Internet, but the PKI is a distinct layer that provides you with a secure tunnel through the otherwise somewhat unreliable Internet.
This whole naming and self-reference business can make you feel like you are John Malkovich in Being John Malkovich, trailer. The effect is intentional.
There are significant differences between the USA and Ireland, but they are not so obvious unless you know where to look. A good place to start is evaluating how free each society really is. I will think about licking the smegma of the Governor of the Great State of California. The top cop in our State, the man who lead our Blue Knights in protecting our society from harm. The man who uses the same right hand to both jerk off and to not sign reprieves for those on Death row. How convenient. The Internet provides me with a picture of his big, furry penis. But I do not go for semen.
Another example of free speech and the implied tolerance for parody in the USA: Only the FBI and our bushy bush-bush president have higher authority. I would like the snuggle my nose in in his bush as he sits at the Resolute Desk and makes important decisions about how to kill 4000 healthy, disciplined, well-equipped, patriotic, loyal and trained young Americans of high morale and tens of thousands of non-Americans (who must be very un-American because, uh, we need to kill them and get their oily so we can get all oily and squirmy-wormy and snuggly). Time to get the correct latitude and longitude and altitude programmed into our love bomb programmed in correctly. OK, so now, Mr. Jack Goldsmith, you are a really smart guy and you used to help go after naughty criminals and you understand all about who controls the Internet.
Sick joke: OK. So, now, I have my Cessna all fueled, checked out, engine running and ready to take off from the tarmac of Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. The strap-on is ad-hoc and crudely calibrated but it is an Improvised Executive Device, and it is reading the GPS information correctly. I got the numbers all programmed in and strapped on to the home-made 1000 lbs GBU. but there is just one thing sir. You're really smart. Tell me just one thing, just one little thing again just one more time. What was I suppose to do with this?
Toto, I do not think that we are in Ireland anymore. Oh well, we will have to made do with the next best thing. When I met with the then Lord High Mayor of Dublin Catherine Byrne (she's such a sport) at the the Fairmont and waved to Bertie Ahern from several feet away (he was busy chatting, so he did not even notice me), they seemed like pretty nice people. They gave very nice speeches at the Fairmont Hotel in San Jose and the security seemed to be very well prepared and equipped to blow anyone brains out might cause any trouble so, I just went ahead and finish an extra helping of lime crème brûlée, had a nice little chat with Catherine and then played the piano with members of the Dublin Youth Symphony as we play a few familiar tunes appropriate for English Country Dances like those danced at some BACDS events. Those orchestra members are talented. Some of these young and talented Irishwomen were even showing a little midriff at the concert the next day. They really enjoyed touring the city of San Francisco. Aren't we so lucky that San Jose and Dublin are sister cities? It is mutually beneficial.
William Chester Minor, the most mentally ill of all of the historical encyclopaedists. I can almost understand now why you cut off your own penis in your old age. Only that great Irishman William Rowan Hamilton with his ever-so-obscure (but very useful in satellite mechanics computations) quaternions was more depressed than you. You know. quaternions, like the kind that they compute when you want to plan for a satellite slew at places such as STScI and for these satellites that make the Google maps. The main model for both HST and the early spy satellites was the KH-11 and quaternions will remain a valuable mathematical technique in such slew computations for centuries to come. Quaternions are hard to understand, but very useful. Rowan, just lighten up and, next life, and try not to be so depressed all of the time.
If you are depressed, then try this: when your father took part in the making of you, he squirted about 500 million sperm. Only one of them was you. You already won the lottery where the odds were very much against you. Only one of them was you. You are very lucky, no matter how many serious betrayals and dashed hopes and setbacks that you have experienced. You have already won the lottery. No, not The Lottery; you have won the lottery of Life. Only one of them was you. Enjoy your prize while it lasts. Being depressed can occur just from analyzing our existence down to its true nature. It is fine to analyze deeply, but letting it get you down is a waste of time. We are made of atoms and the individual atoms do not have a mind. The Creator does not have a mind. Your eternal soul is an illusion that appears in our minds for our intrinsic desire for a indefinite and ongoing continuity of our mind (which is not going to happen). As a consolation prize, you can try to find immortality in your authentic intellectual legacy.
Wikipedia tends to focus on scandal or "controversy": Scandal… Michael is a very nice man; I have met him. He is unsure about my role as the Mountain View"Map Guy", but the reality that I am correct is slowly dawning on him as San Jose plows ahead with the modeling effort of its buildings. After that, all we have to add are the androids that represent real people, the cars with real license plate numbers and furniture and a few other things.
Now, let's get something straight here: the Police are the good guys. They are here to maintain order and safety for all. It's just that nobody wants to see the USA - after killing all those fine young British men who where over here in late 1770's to boss us around - nobody wants to see the USA turn into what could fairly be called a "police state" because being a police state is not optimal. I mean, we blew the brains out of one young healthy, well trained British soldier after another for a specific notion that is often referred to as "freedom". Freedom so that Andrew Martinez aka The Naked Guy would at least have a chance to try out his alternative lifestyle as a Nath even though we tossed him in a cage with a bunch of dumb gorillas and their well-trained keepers, with their strong lobby in Sacramento. The ongoing struggle for ever greater amounts of freedom lives in [http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-
bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/03/14/BABADIGEST2.DTL the Memorial Oak Grove] and here and here and here and the UC Berkeley Library for a moment and with X-plicit Players and here and here and here and here. I, Andrew William Morrow attended Mr. Matinez's memorial and I looked into his mother's eyes and I told her I would help to preserve his memory. She can never have her son back, but it was all I can offer with the one life I have to give in the fight for freedom. I can emphasize for how he languished in prison like a caged animal and descended further and further into mental isolation until he decided to leave prison by the only pathway immediately available. Not very much freedom exists in Dublin. Spencer Tunick failed utterly to find regular participants in Dublin for his project and had to hire some models and go off to a farm to create his art in Ireland. And now these Brits and squeamish Irish people, some of whom are my long-distant cousins, think that they are just going to come on back in to my native land and close up my society again through one or another lame excuse? Does not compute. If no other option existed, I would rather be ruled by the the Spaniards than to have America again suffocate under British tyranny.
Northern Ireland is still busy sorting that issue out for itself but the problem was resolved here in American long ago in a manner that I think even David Gerard would agree that after blowing out all those British brains out of all of those British skulls that the matter was dealt with conclusively and the Brits lose. Conclusively. Those Brits are damn lucky we did blow some their brains out so we could come over all prosperous and innovative decades later and save them from defeat in two world wars. And it is there arrogant Brits who screw up Wikipedia with their power-lust because their Empire is gone forever and the only surrogate they can find to satisfy their power-lust is Wikipedia. Those ingrates. The USA gives them Wikipedia for free and they go and ruin it just like George Orwell predicted that they would in that tasty new stew of the same ingredients (hope, desire and love, authority, privacy), namely Nineteen Eighty-Four. The reason that they need to show Suzanna Hamilton's in all of her hairiness in the film is because the implied nudity is in the book, they want the movie to be really complete and capture the human condition and, well, desire is a part of our selfish genes' command to our persons to propagate. Look at how the art of Salvador Dalí often includes eyebrows and eyelashes and other forms of human hair in his work. All you have to do is look at enough human bodies in detail and you will see that the genes that control the tissue characteristics of hair are highly overlapping and produce similar results all over the body. Every physician and most reasonable sane and thoughtful people already know this. Freud showed that our minds have a large irrational component that we are not the masters of. That was the great blow to all these self-imagine intellectuals of the time who imagined that with just a little more luxury, mankind and civilization would become perfectly rational. There is no such thing as a Spock, a perfectly rational mind, and there never will be among homo sapiens. The script writers make Spock half-human because they of the Star Trek fiction already know that in reality, no human mind is perfectly rational. We are not even the masters of our minds: our minds are a tool of our selfish genes. Our genetic bitstrings are the master. Our genetic bitstrings are what biologically survive us. If you manage to advance civilization with your intellectual legacy and have no offspring, then that is your choice. Some people both advance civilization and have children that they teach well. Many do one or the other. Far too many have children and do little to advance civilization while burning up their portion of petroleum. Especially a lot of Americans.
Watching these so-called administrators block good-faith editors (and each other) is like watching Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck go at it in front of Elmer Fudd for the n-th time. Dear Sister: "By the time you read this, I'll be dead. This is how I think it is going to happen: Dave will shoot me, then I will shoot Dave, then Eric will enter and be shot by Dave, then you will come in and get shot by Eric, Dave and I multiple times, Love, You brother Keith. P.S.: Then two cops will read this letter and shoot each other." Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you have ever heard? No, it is not ridiculous; it is funny because it is clever. If Police Chief Lynne Johnson of Palo Alto does not think it is not funny, but give her break. Most cops at first do not find it to be funny (unless they are in a particularly good mood) because they put their lives on the line and have to deal with a lot of cretins (like Amorrow). But then it grows on you and you recognize that it is only actors and it there is a audience laughing and eventually most working cops find the humor in it. For instance, blocks and bans at Wikipedia are too often this precipitous. It's Amorrow season. No, it's Wabbit season. No, it's Amorrow season. Amorrow, trying to change the subject, suggests, uh Tennis anyone?
Hanging is too good for Amorrow. Jimbo and the Peace of Westphalia says that summary execution is a legal option, so shoot Amorrow now or at least have the CIA sponsor a few swimming lessons for Amorrow. Oh wait, he is an American citizen; not their department. Here is an "acoustic" version of the music by the original artist: Imogen Heap - Hide & Seek (live at Studio 11, Indie 103.1FM, 9/3/2006) Lrycs.
Hide and seek, trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts) they were here first
Mmmm whacha say, Mmmm that you only meant well? well of course you did
Mmmm whacha say, Mmmm that its all for the best? Because it is
Mmmm whacha say? Mmmm that it's just what we need you decided this
Whacha say? Mmmm what did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
Speak no feeling no i don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit
I think that this Imogen person is too sissy. I want to hear men with penises and sexual desire who cannot keep themselves from kidnapping and raping helpless little children like Polly Klaas over and over until she is dead and then send them all to San Quentin, soon to be killed when Governor Schwartznaked does not sign their reprieve. I want to attend their lethal injection. Stick a needle into them the way that they stuck their penis into Polly. You know, like what Nikki Craft wants to see happen to Sam Sloan's co-author Jefferson Poland, or at least see him shoot him,
full of hormones to fix his Clitlick. Stick it into them. Shoot it into them. Get their penises into prison and then get their penises into a hole the ground. I want that version. Here it is. Imogene speaks of "trains and sewing machines" but some sewing has to be done by hand for the correct cosmetic effect. That way, the final product is the most beautiful. Composing text about the verifiable truth can be sometimes very similar in its manner and matter. If you do not want to participate in the process of making sausage, making beautifully consistent and wise and fair laws and policies, if you do not like observing the process of making and delivering babies or if you want to control and own the process for your selfish self and your clique, then maybe authentic collaboration to share knowledge and truth is not what you are cut out for after all because you are hiding behind the mask of anonymity as you ban not the anonymous handle but the true person and their mind, if you can find them.
When I play hide and seek with the silly Wabbit's avatar, and my virtual and warm hand rests gently on her avatar's shoulder and I say "Ha! Found ya!" and gaze upon her avatars lovely brown hair and eyes and the kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn with care of this symbolic Mother Machree and she gently removes my hand from her shoulder and replies "Honorable sir, I would rather not that thy avatar does not touch my avatar even though we are playing a child's game in a child-like way" and the hand is respectfully removed and an unconditional apology is given and we are all admirable and noble adults and the moment passes and we live happily ever after.
There's a spot in me heart which no coleen may own,
There's a depth in me soul never sounded or known;
There's a place in my mem'ry, my life that you fill,
No other can take it, no one ever will.
Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed, and wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers, so toil-worn for me.
O, God bless you and keep you, Mother Macree!
The other possibility is that her avatar calls 911 and maliciously and manipulatively suggests that her avatar's life and the lives of her avatar-children of her avatar are in danger. Finding a healthy balance between police status and freedom is a better approach; the Brits (and the Irish) have more of a police state because they lack the free speech rights and free press of the USA. (That's why the Brits decided that Wikipedia is neither free press nor free speech and play Calvinball about it; really it means free press and free speech for those near the Inner Party and everybody else is an outsider and ignorant and evil and even criminal. Most women need to be able to talk about how their lives are going and be socially proud about who their partner is, silly. Jimmy, when you gave away the vast majority of your privacy, you future partners are likely not interested in crawling into a cave that you designate and hiding from the world. The first time you go out together to a fine restaurant or a theatre or even the supermarket and someone recognizes you, you gorgeous rock star, you, then everybody is going to know. That's right Jimmy, it used to be only the press, but now every last person who uses the Internet at all is going to know. The anonymity of big-city life does not apply in your case and you think it reasonable that your paramours are going to enter your hall of mirrors hide in there with you? Grow up. And they you are going to corner them with threats of jail time for blackmail and they are going to sworn and surrender to your lust? Does not compute. Your NNDB entry is here even though you suggest that NNDB_is_never_a_source. This is how it is going to go for you from now on at that unreliable source:
Wife: Christine Rohan
Girlfriend: Rachel Marsden
Girlfriend:…
(robotic factory sound effects as more rows of data become available and are added: ca-chunk, ca-chunk, ca-chunk)
…
See Rick Salomon, Tommy Lee,
Vince Neil for some examples.
Jimmy the male is the immature one and Florence is the mature one. That is because Jimmy is a man of money (which is an abstract construct of man and takes up no space) and Florence is a woman of science and deals with genotypes down to their C-T-A-G nucleotides which are made of atoms which are real. Let us switch back to the ignorant FUD-based role with a different she and he. Note that this particular person is actually an intelligent, accomplished person, which leads one to the inevitable conclusion that the concerns she presents are just an act to wheedle more control over the man.
Angela (high-rez photo, close-up video) so values civility.
Some of the police-chaperones, many of whom would benefit from a psychiatrist if they do not already, should quit Wikipedia and not return for many months at a time.
When the foeman bears his steel
Genernal: Away, away!
Police: Yes, yes, we go!
General: These pirates slay!
Police: Tarantara!
General: Then do not stay!
Police: Tarantara!
General: Then why this delay?
Police: All right, we go!
All: Yes, forward on the foe, Yes, forward on the foe,
General: Yes, but you don't go!
Girls: They go, they go! Police: We go, we go!
All: Yes, forward on the foe, Yes, forward on the foe,
General: Yes, but you don't go!
Girls: At last they go, At last they go, at last they go! At last they really, really go!