Posts that are unlikely to finish cooking in my head before I lose interest.

[reddragdiva]

I bring back wisdom from earlier days, which I am certain modern youth will appreciate and admire!

The dead art of music journalism in modern terms. Back in the days of print, it was photocopied memetic street fighting, where you would attempt to come up with a more killer meme than your opponents in dialectic, one so compelling it would reshape the past as well as the present. Thank fuck music journalism is utterly obsolete. I still write, converse and think like that, though. AN ASSERTION IS PROVEN BY SOUNDING REALLY GOOD.

The Four Hour Work Week, which I have just read. I have no plans to go into Internet marketing. But the book tries to explain to the modern generation what the hell we did all day before the Internet. The phrase "poverty jetset" was commonplace. I spent 1993 sitting on the front porch with my housemate the burnt-out ex-Communist, reading all the newspapers, drinking coffee and smoking Lucky Strikes. The book describes the slacker dream in a way that The Official Slacker Handbook doesn't quite communicate out of its time.

It has encouraged me to open GMail every now and then instead of having it open all the time, to read books and to appreciate that I have a really quite excellent job, in which I am not only paid quite well to do some good for the world but can work from home pretty much any time I need to, and go to the office because high-bandwidth communication means a lot less nasty surprises for the sysadmin.

Underground. Wow, communications technology really was shit in the late '80s. No wonder we were still so impressed with photocopiers.

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[shadowdaddy.livejournal.com]

Whereas I am a slacker by nature, but haven't yet figured out how to make it profitable.

[reddragdiva]

Dotcom wins aren't for the likes of us. We have to MAKE MONEY SLOW like our forefathers before us. Now get back in the crab bucket.