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BIO
The McElroys are a husband and wife collaborative artist, technology, and business team who bring significant artistic, technology and community development skills to Corporate Performance Artists. Joseph, is a graduate of Computer Science from Duke University and a former team leader at IBM. He has been a CEO of several companies, and has been responsible for raising $2 million to fund a startup company called EveryDayPrint.com, which while part of the dot-com boom and bust, he managed to bring to profitability and which still survives to this day.
Donna was an operations manager and PR specialist in the firms they have started together. She has recently been credited by several business leaders in the Bronx as being "top spokesperson for the Bronx." She is active in many community development projects, such as participating on the Board of the Bruckner Arts and Antique District, and working to promote many Bronx activities through an online newsletter called Cupcake Kaleidoscope.
Joseph was the leader of the Open Source Sig for the New York Software Industry Association. And was track co-chair for Open Source at the 2001 New York Software Industry Summit. He was on the advisory board for PostgreSql, Inc - the leading Open Source Database and has had articles published by Lutris Technologies and Open Magazine on Open Source business models and technology solutions. He is a database expert with extensive Fortune 500 experience. Among other awards, he won an IBM Division Award for Technical Excellence.
From magazine "Open" issue September 2001 - "The McElroys kick open the doors of old business models and capitalize on what they believe." The McElroys have achieved re-known as Open Source visionaries with interviews by Interactive Week, Infoworld, Fortune Technology, Open magazine, and others. Joseph and Donna make no claims of divine insight, but in review by Lewis Lacock, it is said, "that this dynamic duo of art are the closest things we have to true shamans today". They are doing their best to pursue the knowledge to support such claims someday.
HIGHLIGHTS
* Achieved reputation as Open Source visionarys with interviews by Interactive Week, Infoworld, Fortune Technology, Open magazine among others.
* National Columnist on Money Matters for Gather.com.
* Judge for the Advanced Technical Categories of the Emmys.
* Successfully raised $2 million funding for startup.
* Successfully built and sold two technology businesses.
* First Entry into the Multimedia wing of the Museum of Computer Art.
* Artwork collected by the Library at Cornell University.
* Artwork in the collection of Rhizome.org.
* Developed first ever Exhibition Catalog completely on CD Rom. Done for Alternative Museum. Reviewed by New York Times.
* Selected to attend first ever Summer Institute for Performance Art at The Kitchen in NYC.
* IBM Division Award for Technical Excellence.
* Various academic, mathematic and scholarship awards. Attended Duke University on a full scholarship in mathematics.
* Poetry published in various journals. Art exhibited in museum shows.
* Certificate of Artistic Excellence from Congressman Jose Serrano.
* Recognized by Bronx Borough President Aldofo Carrion for contributions to the community.
Donna was an operations manager and PR specialist in the firms they have started together. She has recently been credited by several business leaders in the Bronx as being "top spokesperson for the Bronx." She is active in many community development projects, such as participating on the Board of the Bruckner Arts and Antique District, and working to promote many Bronx activities through an online newsletter called Cupcake Kaleidoscope.
Joseph was the leader of the Open Source Sig for the New York Software Industry Association. And was track co-chair for Open Source at the 2001 New York Software Industry Summit. He was on the advisory board for PostgreSql, Inc - the leading Open Source Database and has had articles published by Lutris Technologies and Open Magazine on Open Source business models and technology solutions. He is a database expert with extensive Fortune 500 experience. Among other awards, he won an IBM Division Award for Technical Excellence.
From magazine "Open" issue September 2001 - "The McElroys kick open the doors of old business models and capitalize on what they believe." The McElroys have achieved re-known as Open Source visionaries with interviews by Interactive Week, Infoworld, Fortune Technology, Open magazine, and others. Joseph and Donna make no claims of divine insight, but in review by Lewis Lacock, it is said, "that this dynamic duo of art are the closest things we have to true shamans today". They are doing their best to pursue the knowledge to support such claims someday.
HIGHLIGHTS
* Achieved reputation as Open Source visionarys with interviews by Interactive Week, Infoworld, Fortune Technology, Open magazine among others.
* National Columnist on Money Matters for Gather.com.
* Judge for the Advanced Technical Categories of the Emmys.
* Successfully raised $2 million funding for startup.
* Successfully built and sold two technology businesses.
* First Entry into the Multimedia wing of the Museum of Computer Art.
* Artwork collected by the Library at Cornell University.
* Artwork in the collection of Rhizome.org.
* Developed first ever Exhibition Catalog completely on CD Rom. Done for Alternative Museum. Reviewed by New York Times.
* Selected to attend first ever Summer Institute for Performance Art at The Kitchen in NYC.
* IBM Division Award for Technical Excellence.
* Various academic, mathematic and scholarship awards. Attended Duke University on a full scholarship in mathematics.
* Poetry published in various journals. Art exhibited in museum shows.
* Certificate of Artistic Excellence from Congressman Jose Serrano.
* Recognized by Bronx Borough President Aldofo Carrion for contributions to the community.
Re: [thingist] Re: Vivisection of Psychotik Leeches Live
Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:
>
> Wishful derogatory projection + attempt to change subject.
>
There is no subject to change.
>
> Avoid changing the subject inorder to dismiss what was written about you
> ape.
There was nothing written about me.
>
> And this meaningless drivel is not going to let you off the hook,
> nor your pitiful attempts at 'character assassination'
> in order to attempt to invalidate the accurate_ picture_
> painted of what you are.
I am not on a hook nor has anyone, much less you, painted an accurate picture
of me. You have an amusing cartoon of me that you try to pass off as an
accurate portrait (as if such could exist - you are a simple person)
>
> And this my dearest, is art_.
>
Now you make me laugh, a deep throaty laugh. I laugh so hard that the top of my
teeth hurt.
> I'm not your friend, delusional needy, unduly familiar
> psychotic ape.
I am your best friend. My friend.
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>
> Wishful derogatory projection + attempt to change subject.
>
There is no subject to change.
>
> Avoid changing the subject inorder to dismiss what was written about you
> ape.
There was nothing written about me.
>
> And this meaningless drivel is not going to let you off the hook,
> nor your pitiful attempts at 'character assassination'
> in order to attempt to invalidate the accurate_ picture_
> painted of what you are.
I am not on a hook nor has anyone, much less you, painted an accurate picture
of me. You have an amusing cartoon of me that you try to pass off as an
accurate portrait (as if such could exist - you are a simple person)
>
> And this my dearest, is art_.
>
Now you make me laugh, a deep throaty laugh. I laugh so hard that the top of my
teeth hurt.
> I'm not your friend, delusional needy, unduly familiar
> psychotic ape.
I am your best friend. My friend.
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Re: ze troll, she can still cook, ne?
Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:
>
> MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.
>
>
The door, it closes. But I am still here to comfort you my friend. An
appropriate place for the dead, n'est pas?
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>
> MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.
>
>
The door, it closes. But I am still here to comfort you my friend. An
appropriate place for the dead, n'est pas?
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Re: ze troll, she can still cook, ne?
INEZ: Well, what are you waiting for? Do as you're told. What a lovely scene:
coward Garcin holding baby-killer Estelle in his manly arms! Make your stakes,
everyone. Will coward Garcin kiss the lady, or won't he dare? What's the
betting? I'm watching you, everybody's watching, I'm a crowd all by myself. Do
you hear the crowd? Do you hear them muttering, Garcin? "Coward!Coward!"
---that's what they're saying...It's no use trying to escape, I'll never let
you go. What do you hope to get from her silly lips? Forgetfulness? But I
shan't forget you, not I! "It's I you must convince." So come to me. I'm
waiting. Come along, now...Look how obedient he is, like a well-trained dog who
comes when his mistress calls. You can't hold him, and you never will.
GARCIN: Will night never come?
INEZ: Never.
GARCIN: You will always see me?
INEZ: Always.
GARCIN: This bronze. Yes, now's the moment; I'm looking at this thing on the
mantelpiece, and I understand that I'm in hell. I tell you, everything's been
thoughtout beforehand. They knew I'd stand at the fireplace stroking this thing
of bronze, with all those eyes intent on me. Devouring me. What? Only two of
you? I thought there were more; many more. So this is hell. I'd never have
believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire
and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for
red-hot pokers. HELL IS--OTHER PEOPLE!
ESTELLE: My darling! Please-
GARCIN: No, let me be. She is between us. I cannot love you when she's
watching.
ESTELLE: Right! In that case, I'll stop her watching. (She picks up the PAPER
knife and stabs Inez several times.)
INEZ: But, you crazy creature, what do you think you're doing? You know quite
well I'm dead.
ESTELLE: Dead?
INEZ: Dead! Dead! Dead! Knives, poison, ropes--useless. It has happened
already, do you understand? Once and for all. SO here we are, forever.
ESTELLE: Forever. My God, how funny! Forever.
GARCIN: For ever, and ever, and ever.
(A long silence.)
GARCIN: Well, well, let's get on with it...
Huis Clos (no exit) by JP Sartre
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Quoting Curt Cloninger <curt@lab404.com>:
> Hours later the Un-man began to speak. It did not even look Ransom's
> direction; slowly and cumbrously, as if by some machinery that needed
> oiling, it made its mouth and lips pronounce his name.
>
> "Ransom," it said.
>
> "Well?" said Ransom.
>
> "Nothing," said the Un-man. He shot an inquisitive glance at it.
> Was the creature mad? But it looked, as before, dead rather than
> mad, sitting there with the head bowed and the mouth a little open,
> and some yellow dust from the moss settled in the creases of its
> cheeks, and the legs crossed tailor-wise, and the hands, with their
> long metallic-looking nails, pressed flat together on the ground
> before it. He dismissed the problem from his mind and returned to
> his own uncomfortable thoughts.
>
> "Ransom," it said again.
>
> "What is it?" said Ransom sharply.
>
> "Nothing," it answered.
>
> Again there was silence, and again, about a minute later, the
> horrible mouth said:
>
> "Ransom!" This time he made no reply. Another minute and it uttered
> his name again; and then, like a minute gun, "Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> . Ransom," perhaps a hundred times.
>
> "What the Hell do you want?" he roared at last.
>
> "Nothing," said the voice. Next time he determined not to answer;
> but when it had called on him a thousand times he found himself
> answering whether he would or no, and "Nothing," came the reply. He
> taught himself to keep silent in the end: not that the torture of
> resisting his impulst to speak was less than the torture of response
> but because something within him rose up to combat the tormentor's
> assurance that he must yield in the end. If the attack had been of
> some more violent kind it might have been easier to resist. What
> chilled and almost cowed him was the union of malice with something
> nearly childish. For temptation, for blasphemy, for a whole battery
> of horrors, he was in some sort prepared: but hardly for tihs petty,
> indefatigable nagging as of a nasty little boy at a preparatory
> school. Indeed no imagined horror could have surpassed the sense
> which grew within him as the slow hours passed, that this creature
> was, by all human standards, inside out -- its heart on the surface
> and its shallowness at the heart. On the surface, great designs and
> an antagonism to Heaven which involved the fate of worlds: but deep
> within, when every veil had been pierced, was there, after all,
> nothing but a black puerility, an aimless empty spitefulness content
> to sate itself with the tiniest cruelties, as love does not disdain
> the smallest kindness? What kept him steady, long after all
> possibility of thinking about something else had disappeared, was the
> decision that if he must hear either the word Ransom or the word
> Nothing a million times, he would prefer the world Ransom...
>
> Then all at once it was night. "Ransom . . . Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> . Ransom" went on the voice. And suddenly it crossed his mind that
> though he would some time requre sleep, the Un-man might not."
>
> - c.s. lewis, perelandra, 1944
>
> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
>
>
>
> At 3:45 PM +0000 11/24/02, joseph (yes) wrote:
> >Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:
> > >
> > > MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.
> > >
> > >
> >
> >The door, it closes. But I am still here to comfort you my friend. An
> >appropriate place for the dead, n'est pas?
> >
> >joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
> >frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
> >
> >go shopping -> http://www.electrichands.com/shopindex.htm
> >call me 646 279 2309
> >
> >SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER CUPCAKEKALEIDOSCOPE - send email to
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coward Garcin holding baby-killer Estelle in his manly arms! Make your stakes,
everyone. Will coward Garcin kiss the lady, or won't he dare? What's the
betting? I'm watching you, everybody's watching, I'm a crowd all by myself. Do
you hear the crowd? Do you hear them muttering, Garcin? "Coward!Coward!"
---that's what they're saying...It's no use trying to escape, I'll never let
you go. What do you hope to get from her silly lips? Forgetfulness? But I
shan't forget you, not I! "It's I you must convince." So come to me. I'm
waiting. Come along, now...Look how obedient he is, like a well-trained dog who
comes when his mistress calls. You can't hold him, and you never will.
GARCIN: Will night never come?
INEZ: Never.
GARCIN: You will always see me?
INEZ: Always.
GARCIN: This bronze. Yes, now's the moment; I'm looking at this thing on the
mantelpiece, and I understand that I'm in hell. I tell you, everything's been
thoughtout beforehand. They knew I'd stand at the fireplace stroking this thing
of bronze, with all those eyes intent on me. Devouring me. What? Only two of
you? I thought there were more; many more. So this is hell. I'd never have
believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire
and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for
red-hot pokers. HELL IS--OTHER PEOPLE!
ESTELLE: My darling! Please-
GARCIN: No, let me be. She is between us. I cannot love you when she's
watching.
ESTELLE: Right! In that case, I'll stop her watching. (She picks up the PAPER
knife and stabs Inez several times.)
INEZ: But, you crazy creature, what do you think you're doing? You know quite
well I'm dead.
ESTELLE: Dead?
INEZ: Dead! Dead! Dead! Knives, poison, ropes--useless. It has happened
already, do you understand? Once and for all. SO here we are, forever.
ESTELLE: Forever. My God, how funny! Forever.
GARCIN: For ever, and ever, and ever.
(A long silence.)
GARCIN: Well, well, let's get on with it...
Huis Clos (no exit) by JP Sartre
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Quoting Curt Cloninger <curt@lab404.com>:
> Hours later the Un-man began to speak. It did not even look Ransom's
> direction; slowly and cumbrously, as if by some machinery that needed
> oiling, it made its mouth and lips pronounce his name.
>
> "Ransom," it said.
>
> "Well?" said Ransom.
>
> "Nothing," said the Un-man. He shot an inquisitive glance at it.
> Was the creature mad? But it looked, as before, dead rather than
> mad, sitting there with the head bowed and the mouth a little open,
> and some yellow dust from the moss settled in the creases of its
> cheeks, and the legs crossed tailor-wise, and the hands, with their
> long metallic-looking nails, pressed flat together on the ground
> before it. He dismissed the problem from his mind and returned to
> his own uncomfortable thoughts.
>
> "Ransom," it said again.
>
> "What is it?" said Ransom sharply.
>
> "Nothing," it answered.
>
> Again there was silence, and again, about a minute later, the
> horrible mouth said:
>
> "Ransom!" This time he made no reply. Another minute and it uttered
> his name again; and then, like a minute gun, "Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> . Ransom," perhaps a hundred times.
>
> "What the Hell do you want?" he roared at last.
>
> "Nothing," said the voice. Next time he determined not to answer;
> but when it had called on him a thousand times he found himself
> answering whether he would or no, and "Nothing," came the reply. He
> taught himself to keep silent in the end: not that the torture of
> resisting his impulst to speak was less than the torture of response
> but because something within him rose up to combat the tormentor's
> assurance that he must yield in the end. If the attack had been of
> some more violent kind it might have been easier to resist. What
> chilled and almost cowed him was the union of malice with something
> nearly childish. For temptation, for blasphemy, for a whole battery
> of horrors, he was in some sort prepared: but hardly for tihs petty,
> indefatigable nagging as of a nasty little boy at a preparatory
> school. Indeed no imagined horror could have surpassed the sense
> which grew within him as the slow hours passed, that this creature
> was, by all human standards, inside out -- its heart on the surface
> and its shallowness at the heart. On the surface, great designs and
> an antagonism to Heaven which involved the fate of worlds: but deep
> within, when every veil had been pierced, was there, after all,
> nothing but a black puerility, an aimless empty spitefulness content
> to sate itself with the tiniest cruelties, as love does not disdain
> the smallest kindness? What kept him steady, long after all
> possibility of thinking about something else had disappeared, was the
> decision that if he must hear either the word Ransom or the word
> Nothing a million times, he would prefer the world Ransom...
>
> Then all at once it was night. "Ransom . . . Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> . Ransom" went on the voice. And suddenly it crossed his mind that
> though he would some time requre sleep, the Un-man might not."
>
> - c.s. lewis, perelandra, 1944
>
> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
>
>
>
> At 3:45 PM +0000 11/24/02, joseph (yes) wrote:
> >Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:
> > >
> > > MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.
> > >
> > >
> >
> >The door, it closes. But I am still here to comfort you my friend. An
> >appropriate place for the dead, n'est pas?
> >
> >joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
> >frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
> >
> >go shopping -> http://www.electrichands.com/shopindex.htm
> >call me 646 279 2309
> >
> >SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER CUPCAKEKALEIDOSCOPE - send email to
> >CupcakeKleidoscope-subscribe@yahoogroups.com
Re: ze troll, she can still cook, ne?
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0345318862/ref=lib_dp_TT01/102-59
45437-3564961?v=glance&s=books&vi=reader&img=4#reader-link
Country Vittles is perty darn nice, but Joey's Pancake house is still the best
breakfast. And don't forget to try the BBQ at the BBQ Shack - it looks ugly,
but it goes down good.
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Quoting Curt Cloninger <curt@lab404.com>:
> http://www.ongoing-tales.com/SERIALS/oldtime/FAIRYTALES/tarbaby.html
>
> which reminds me, we got the all you can eat at Country Vittles in
> Maggie Valley the other day, and it was quite tasty.
>
>
> At 9:28 PM +0000 11/24/02, joseph (yes) wrote:
> >INEZ: Well, what are you waiting for? Do as you're told. What a lovely
> scene:
> >coward Garcin holding baby-killer Estelle in his manly arms! Make your
> stakes,
> >everyone. Will coward Garcin kiss the lady, or won't he dare? What's the
> >betting? I'm watching you, everybody's watching, I'm a crowd all by myself.
> Do
> >you hear the crowd? Do you hear them muttering, Garcin? "Coward!Coward!"
> >---that's what they're saying...It's no use trying to escape, I'll never let
> >you go. What do you hope to get from her silly lips? Forgetfulness? But I
> >shan't forget you, not I! "It's I you must convince." So come to me. I'm
> >waiting. Come along, now...Look how obedient he is, like a
> >well-trained dog who
> >comes when his mistress calls. You can't hold him, and you never will.
> >
> >GARCIN: Will night never come?
> >
> >INEZ: Never.
> >
> >GARCIN: You will always see me?
> >
> >INEZ: Always.
> >
> >GARCIN: This bronze. Yes, now's the moment; I'm looking at this thing on the
> >mantelpiece, and I understand that I'm in hell. I tell you, everything's
> been
> >thoughtout beforehand. They knew I'd stand at the fireplace stroking
> >this thing
> >of bronze, with all those eyes intent on me. Devouring me. What? Only two of
> >you? I thought there were more; many more. So this is hell. I'd never have
> >believed it. You remember all we were told about the
> >torture-chambers, the fire
> >and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for
> >red-hot pokers. HELL IS--OTHER PEOPLE!
> >
> >ESTELLE: My darling! Please-
> >
> >GARCIN: No, let me be. She is between us. I cannot love you when she's
> >watching.
> >
> >ESTELLE: Right! In that case, I'll stop her watching. (She picks up the
> PAPER
> >knife and stabs Inez several times.)
> >
> >INEZ: But, you crazy creature, what do you think you're doing? You know
> quite
> >well I'm dead.
> >
> >ESTELLE: Dead?
> >
> >INEZ: Dead! Dead! Dead! Knives, poison, ropes--useless. It has happened
> >already, do you understand? Once and for all. SO here we are, forever.
> >
> >ESTELLE: Forever. My God, how funny! Forever.
> >
> >GARCIN: For ever, and ever, and ever.
> >
> >(A long silence.)
> >
> >GARCIN: Well, well, let's get on with it...
> >
> >Huis Clos (no exit) by JP Sartre
> >
> >joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
> >frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
> >
> >go shopping -> http://www.electrichands.com/shopindex.htm
> >call me 646 279 2309
> >
> >SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER CUPCAKEKALEIDOSCOPE - send email to
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> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >Quoting Curt Cloninger <curt@lab404.com>:
> >
> > > Hours later the Un-man began to speak. It did not even look Ransom's
> > > direction; slowly and cumbrously, as if by some machinery that needed
> > > oiling, it made its mouth and lips pronounce his name.
> > >
> > > "Ransom," it said.
> > >
> > > "Well?" said Ransom.
> > >
> > > "Nothing," said the Un-man. He shot an inquisitive glance at it.
> > > Was the creature mad? But it looked, as before, dead rather than
> > > mad, sitting there with the head bowed and the mouth a little open,
> > > and some yellow dust from the moss settled in the creases of its
> > > cheeks, and the legs crossed tailor-wise, and the hands, with their
> > > long metallic-looking nails, pressed flat together on the ground
> > > before it. He dismissed the problem from his mind and returned to
> > > his own uncomfortable thoughts.
> > >
> > > "Ransom," it said again.
> > >
> > > "What is it?" said Ransom sharply.
> > >
> > > "Nothing," it answered.
> > >
> > > Again there was silence, and again, about a minute later, the
> > > horrible mouth said:
> > >
> > > "Ransom!" This time he made no reply. Another minute and it uttered
> > > his name again; and then, like a minute gun, "Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> > > . Ransom," perhaps a hundred times.
> > >
> > > "What the Hell do you want?" he roared at last.
> > >
> > > "Nothing," said the voice. Next time he determined not to answer;
> > > but when it had called on him a thousand times he found himself
> > > answering whether he would or no, and "Nothing," came the reply. He
> > > taught himself to keep silent in the end: not that the torture of
> > > resisting his impulst to speak was less than the torture of response
> > > but because something within him rose up to combat the tormentor's
> > > assurance that he must yield in the end. If the attack had been of
> > > some more violent kind it might have been easier to resist. What
> > > chilled and almost cowed him was the union of malice with something
> > > nearly childish. For temptation, for blasphemy, for a whole battery
> > > of horrors, he was in some sort prepared: but hardly for tihs petty,
> > > indefatigable nagging as of a nasty little boy at a preparatory
> > > school. Indeed no imagined horror could have surpassed the sense
> > > which grew within him as the slow hours passed, that this creature
> > > was, by all human standards, inside out -- its heart on the surface
> > > and its shallowness at the heart. On the surface, great designs and
> > > an antagonism to Heaven which involved the fate of worlds: but deep
> > > within, when every veil had been pierced, was there, after all,
> > > nothing but a black puerility, an aimless empty spitefulness content
> > > to sate itself with the tiniest cruelties, as love does not disdain
> > > the smallest kindness? What kept him steady, long after all
> > > possibility of thinking about something else had disappeared, was the
> > > decision that if he must hear either the word Ransom or the word
> > > Nothing a million times, he would prefer the world Ransom...
> > >
> > > Then all at once it was night. "Ransom . . . Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> > > . Ransom" went on the voice. And suddenly it crossed his mind that
> > > though he would some time requre sleep, the Un-man might not."
> > >
> > > - c.s. lewis, perelandra, 1944
> > >
> > > ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > At 3:45 PM +0000 11/24/02, joseph (yes) wrote:
> > > >Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:
> > > > >
> > > > > MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > >
> > > >The door, it closes. But I am still here to comfort you my friend. An
> > > >appropriate place for the dead, n'est pas?
> > > >
> > > >joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
> > > >frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
> > > >
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Country Vittles is perty darn nice, but Joey's Pancake house is still the best
breakfast. And don't forget to try the BBQ at the BBQ Shack - it looks ugly,
but it goes down good.
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Quoting Curt Cloninger <curt@lab404.com>:
> http://www.ongoing-tales.com/SERIALS/oldtime/FAIRYTALES/tarbaby.html
>
> which reminds me, we got the all you can eat at Country Vittles in
> Maggie Valley the other day, and it was quite tasty.
>
>
> At 9:28 PM +0000 11/24/02, joseph (yes) wrote:
> >INEZ: Well, what are you waiting for? Do as you're told. What a lovely
> scene:
> >coward Garcin holding baby-killer Estelle in his manly arms! Make your
> stakes,
> >everyone. Will coward Garcin kiss the lady, or won't he dare? What's the
> >betting? I'm watching you, everybody's watching, I'm a crowd all by myself.
> Do
> >you hear the crowd? Do you hear them muttering, Garcin? "Coward!Coward!"
> >---that's what they're saying...It's no use trying to escape, I'll never let
> >you go. What do you hope to get from her silly lips? Forgetfulness? But I
> >shan't forget you, not I! "It's I you must convince." So come to me. I'm
> >waiting. Come along, now...Look how obedient he is, like a
> >well-trained dog who
> >comes when his mistress calls. You can't hold him, and you never will.
> >
> >GARCIN: Will night never come?
> >
> >INEZ: Never.
> >
> >GARCIN: You will always see me?
> >
> >INEZ: Always.
> >
> >GARCIN: This bronze. Yes, now's the moment; I'm looking at this thing on the
> >mantelpiece, and I understand that I'm in hell. I tell you, everything's
> been
> >thoughtout beforehand. They knew I'd stand at the fireplace stroking
> >this thing
> >of bronze, with all those eyes intent on me. Devouring me. What? Only two of
> >you? I thought there were more; many more. So this is hell. I'd never have
> >believed it. You remember all we were told about the
> >torture-chambers, the fire
> >and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for
> >red-hot pokers. HELL IS--OTHER PEOPLE!
> >
> >ESTELLE: My darling! Please-
> >
> >GARCIN: No, let me be. She is between us. I cannot love you when she's
> >watching.
> >
> >ESTELLE: Right! In that case, I'll stop her watching. (She picks up the
> PAPER
> >knife and stabs Inez several times.)
> >
> >INEZ: But, you crazy creature, what do you think you're doing? You know
> quite
> >well I'm dead.
> >
> >ESTELLE: Dead?
> >
> >INEZ: Dead! Dead! Dead! Knives, poison, ropes--useless. It has happened
> >already, do you understand? Once and for all. SO here we are, forever.
> >
> >ESTELLE: Forever. My God, how funny! Forever.
> >
> >GARCIN: For ever, and ever, and ever.
> >
> >(A long silence.)
> >
> >GARCIN: Well, well, let's get on with it...
> >
> >Huis Clos (no exit) by JP Sartre
> >
> >joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
> >frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
> >
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> >call me 646 279 2309
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> >
> >
> >
> >Quoting Curt Cloninger <curt@lab404.com>:
> >
> > > Hours later the Un-man began to speak. It did not even look Ransom's
> > > direction; slowly and cumbrously, as if by some machinery that needed
> > > oiling, it made its mouth and lips pronounce his name.
> > >
> > > "Ransom," it said.
> > >
> > > "Well?" said Ransom.
> > >
> > > "Nothing," said the Un-man. He shot an inquisitive glance at it.
> > > Was the creature mad? But it looked, as before, dead rather than
> > > mad, sitting there with the head bowed and the mouth a little open,
> > > and some yellow dust from the moss settled in the creases of its
> > > cheeks, and the legs crossed tailor-wise, and the hands, with their
> > > long metallic-looking nails, pressed flat together on the ground
> > > before it. He dismissed the problem from his mind and returned to
> > > his own uncomfortable thoughts.
> > >
> > > "Ransom," it said again.
> > >
> > > "What is it?" said Ransom sharply.
> > >
> > > "Nothing," it answered.
> > >
> > > Again there was silence, and again, about a minute later, the
> > > horrible mouth said:
> > >
> > > "Ransom!" This time he made no reply. Another minute and it uttered
> > > his name again; and then, like a minute gun, "Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> > > . Ransom," perhaps a hundred times.
> > >
> > > "What the Hell do you want?" he roared at last.
> > >
> > > "Nothing," said the voice. Next time he determined not to answer;
> > > but when it had called on him a thousand times he found himself
> > > answering whether he would or no, and "Nothing," came the reply. He
> > > taught himself to keep silent in the end: not that the torture of
> > > resisting his impulst to speak was less than the torture of response
> > > but because something within him rose up to combat the tormentor's
> > > assurance that he must yield in the end. If the attack had been of
> > > some more violent kind it might have been easier to resist. What
> > > chilled and almost cowed him was the union of malice with something
> > > nearly childish. For temptation, for blasphemy, for a whole battery
> > > of horrors, he was in some sort prepared: but hardly for tihs petty,
> > > indefatigable nagging as of a nasty little boy at a preparatory
> > > school. Indeed no imagined horror could have surpassed the sense
> > > which grew within him as the slow hours passed, that this creature
> > > was, by all human standards, inside out -- its heart on the surface
> > > and its shallowness at the heart. On the surface, great designs and
> > > an antagonism to Heaven which involved the fate of worlds: but deep
> > > within, when every veil had been pierced, was there, after all,
> > > nothing but a black puerility, an aimless empty spitefulness content
> > > to sate itself with the tiniest cruelties, as love does not disdain
> > > the smallest kindness? What kept him steady, long after all
> > > possibility of thinking about something else had disappeared, was the
> > > decision that if he must hear either the word Ransom or the word
> > > Nothing a million times, he would prefer the world Ransom...
> > >
> > > Then all at once it was night. "Ransom . . . Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> > > . Ransom" went on the voice. And suddenly it crossed his mind that
> > > though he would some time requre sleep, the Un-man might not."
> > >
> > > - c.s. lewis, perelandra, 1944
> > >
> > > ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > At 3:45 PM +0000 11/24/02, joseph (yes) wrote:
> > > >Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:
> > > > >
> > > > > MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > >
> > > >The door, it closes. But I am still here to comfort you my friend. An
> > > >appropriate place for the dead, n'est pas?
> > > >
> > > >joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
> > > >frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
> > > >
> > > >go shopping -> http://www.electrichands.com/shopindex.htm
> > > >call me 646 279 2309
> > > >
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Re: [thingist] Re: Vivisection of Psychotik Leeches Live
Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:
> The subject is your behavior and psychotic ego-feeding.
That is YOUR subject, though why you would choose me and my behavior for
analysis conjours up amusing images. I do not limit myself to your choice of
subjects.
>
> Rather the opposite dearest. Everything I have written to you, is about
> YOU only :)
And everything I have written to you, is TO you, but not only. As for yourself,
you are only writing approximations which are easily applied to generic mockup
humans. You have become the knee-jerk reactionary with cartoon cutouts. You
see through the illusion that a lot of people make of their lives, yet don't
realize the illusion that you are living.
> > I am not on a hook
>
> Yes you are baby.
Your belief in eventual payback for "evil" is as much displaced as my Aunt
Polly's. If it does exist, it will payback all religious leaders for the great
crimes against humanity they perpetuate. Your authoritative self-knowledgable
condemnation is the postuering of a self-important human who never learned to
work well with others and decided to blame the failure on the others instead of
themself.
I recently met a remarkable craftsman, able to execute wonderful works of
woodwork. He is an incredible fountain of information, with knowledge of
science, philosophy, and others domains. He is fanatical about precision and
invents improvements to manufacturing machinery to make them better. He
derides other wood workers for the lax workmanship. He is personable, and
reasonably liked by others, though most also think he can be a bore. He is
financially stable, and able to provide a decent standard of living to his
family.
Yet, he is sad. I talked with him for several hours. He cannot get the world
to understand the importance of fine workmanship such as his, thus he is not
able to achieve the financial status that would allow him the luxary to take
time off. He tried to hire workers and become a bigger shop, but failed
because the workers were not good enough and the jobs did not come fast
enough. So he went it alone. And alone he is, doing very precise work of
which he is proud. Yet he is alone, and sad that he didn't reach the heights
he imagined great craftmenship would take him to.
And now he is bitter, at architects for their bad drawings. At owners for their
bad choices. At other wood workers for their stupidity. At the world for not
valuing his work.
Anybody who comes into his shop, HAS to listen to his boring tales. They have
to agree to the precision of his knowledge. They have to be willing to
acknowledge his superior work. Or he throws them out of the shop, because,
after all, it is HIS shop.
Where he works alone. Bitter and not as recognized as he should be. Because he
could not understand how to work with other humans who did not meet his level
of superiority. But he believes it is not his fault, no, it is the others.
There is something inherently wrong with the others. That is his belief (which
he thinks is knowledge because he contains so much information)
The problem is his self importance. It is too large. The opposite of a huge
ego, a self-important person is also a failure. A person who distains
community is as much a leech as a person who consumes it. For the one takes
all, the other contributes none and still takes.
So though I see him for what he is, I still like to talk to him for I can
learn. And he has recognized that I can help him, and has asked for my help in
finding new clients. He even gave me some of his wood to incorporate into my
paintings. He is really not that bad of a guy, just bitter and caught in a
mind trap of his own device. Friendship is helping.
joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
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> The subject is your behavior and psychotic ego-feeding.
That is YOUR subject, though why you would choose me and my behavior for
analysis conjours up amusing images. I do not limit myself to your choice of
subjects.
>
> Rather the opposite dearest. Everything I have written to you, is about
> YOU only :)
And everything I have written to you, is TO you, but not only. As for yourself,
you are only writing approximations which are easily applied to generic mockup
humans. You have become the knee-jerk reactionary with cartoon cutouts. You
see through the illusion that a lot of people make of their lives, yet don't
realize the illusion that you are living.
> > I am not on a hook
>
> Yes you are baby.
Your belief in eventual payback for "evil" is as much displaced as my Aunt
Polly's. If it does exist, it will payback all religious leaders for the great
crimes against humanity they perpetuate. Your authoritative self-knowledgable
condemnation is the postuering of a self-important human who never learned to
work well with others and decided to blame the failure on the others instead of
themself.
I recently met a remarkable craftsman, able to execute wonderful works of
woodwork. He is an incredible fountain of information, with knowledge of
science, philosophy, and others domains. He is fanatical about precision and
invents improvements to manufacturing machinery to make them better. He
derides other wood workers for the lax workmanship. He is personable, and
reasonably liked by others, though most also think he can be a bore. He is
financially stable, and able to provide a decent standard of living to his
family.
Yet, he is sad. I talked with him for several hours. He cannot get the world
to understand the importance of fine workmanship such as his, thus he is not
able to achieve the financial status that would allow him the luxary to take
time off. He tried to hire workers and become a bigger shop, but failed
because the workers were not good enough and the jobs did not come fast
enough. So he went it alone. And alone he is, doing very precise work of
which he is proud. Yet he is alone, and sad that he didn't reach the heights
he imagined great craftmenship would take him to.
And now he is bitter, at architects for their bad drawings. At owners for their
bad choices. At other wood workers for their stupidity. At the world for not
valuing his work.
Anybody who comes into his shop, HAS to listen to his boring tales. They have
to agree to the precision of his knowledge. They have to be willing to
acknowledge his superior work. Or he throws them out of the shop, because,
after all, it is HIS shop.
Where he works alone. Bitter and not as recognized as he should be. Because he
could not understand how to work with other humans who did not meet his level
of superiority. But he believes it is not his fault, no, it is the others.
There is something inherently wrong with the others. That is his belief (which
he thinks is knowledge because he contains so much information)
The problem is his self importance. It is too large. The opposite of a huge
ego, a self-important person is also a failure. A person who distains
community is as much a leech as a person who consumes it. For the one takes
all, the other contributes none and still takes.
So though I see him for what he is, I still like to talk to him for I can
learn. And he has recognized that I can help him, and has asked for my help in
finding new clients. He even gave me some of his wood to incorporate into my
paintings. He is really not that bad of a guy, just bitter and caught in a
mind trap of his own device. Friendship is helping.
joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
go shopping -> http://www.electrichands.com/shopindex.htm
call me 646 279 2309
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