Never been one to let the carrier drop

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re: Love them mnemonics Jun 20 2001 06:10AM EST
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Originally posted by Buzz Word:
RIF, LOA, MIP, RNC, etc.

As in “Combined with our

MIP offering, we will be positioned to emerge from this recession” blather.

What recession? The economy is doing reasonably well. The problem is that the stupid funding bubble of dotcoms is over.

Years ago, we had to contend with confusion between “revenues” and “net profits”. Now, the dotcom industry is confused between “capital funding” and “revenues”.

Everything is just fine outside the dotcom (and the related telecom) implosion.
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Keep telling yourself that until you beleive it.

You and I both know that many of the non-service jobs in this country have gone south or north – that most clothing, auto, farming, etc happens off these fair shores.

You and I both know that the federal government owes more money than bill gates could ever dream of having – our tax dollars just go to pay the interest.

You and I both know that Bush is going to drum up a war, just to try and get the hard-stalled service-bullshit economy to (maybe) crank over.

Yes, the DJIA looks good. But in the real world, the situation is grim. 1% of the population is in jail.. something like 8% works for the government.. another 5% (!) works in the transit industry, in one way or another (insurance, car sales, car repair, airline, etc) – oh, and let’s not forget those who don’t work at all.

You may think the economy is healthy and everything is going just fine. But I have bad news – you can only sell each other hamburgers for so long..

The internet is a real innovation – the computer in general seems to be a american thing – but unless it’s successfully deployed internationally, it doesn’t pay the bills. With IPv4 so entrenched in it, it won’t be deployed internationally because the addressing doesn’t permit it.

Also, the government and the Powers That Be are quickly deciding they don’t really _want_ information to flow freely. Gives us too much ability to think. Thinking’s bad. Sit in front of your TV, load up the credit cards with the products we advertise, and be good little consumers. Yay.

Mark my words: This one aint gonna fly long term.

Sheer

I’m reposting a bunch of rants from TheSadTruth – they were taken down there [apparently I suck too much to be worth saving, or else wasn’t writing often enough]

Anyway, I figured I wanted to save them somewhere, and this is as good a place as any…

So, the next few entries will be rant reposts

Okay, I don’t know what that title was about either, but it was in that fun little ‘scrollback of titles’, so I thought, why not?

D. (or was I referring to him as V.? I can’t even remember. Fuck it)’s significant other is pregnant. I’m happy for them, I suppose.

M. proposed to her SO, who I gather said no. These things happen. Better luck next time! [or something of that sort]

And me? Well, Bill, you don’t even want to know my situaton. [I may take up sati’s approach of thinking of my reader as a 18-25 year old guy named bill. It has a certain humor value to it. Or I may think of my reader as a beautiful 18-25 year old female who really.. wait.. no..

Does anything besides love matter, in a relationship? I can’t decide.

I wish I could find the energy to do some work. There’s so much to do be done.. but it seems like today, I’m lost in listlessness. I can’t even think of anything to babble about in my journal. Bad sign.

Wading in the velvet sea, Phish

[Chorus:]
I’ve been wading in the velvet sea
I’ve been wading in the velvet sea
I’ve been wading in the velvet sea
I’ve been wading in the, I’ve been wading in the
[repeats]

You won’t find moments in a box
And someone else will set your clocks
I took a moment from my day

This stupid group-by function for evparts’s new web site is going to drive me _nuts_!

Anyway, for those who asked, my myers-briggs type is INFP (hrm.. I wonder what P.’s is?). Below is a description of same:

You focus deeply on your values and devote your life to chasing ideals… you often draw people together around a common purpose and work to find a place for each person within the group. You’re creative and seek new ideas and possibilities. You quietly push for what’s important to you, and rarely give up. You might be somewhat gentle or have a good sense of humor, you could be hard to get to know and overlooked by others…you like to make the world more in line with your vision of perfection.

Duplicate entry – clicked twice – oops – deleted.

can be found here. I didn’t get through the whole thing, but sometime maybe I will.

[Nice thing about a LJ – I can ‘bookmark’ things that I’d like to look at sometime. I really wish that bookmarking things on the net wasn’t so questionable.. sometimes pages are there forever, other times they dissapear in a matter of days, so a bookmark on the net is less than totally useful.

I wish it wasn’t so copyright-questionable to mirror content that you like on your own web server so you can directly link to it.

S.

So I presume all of you know that the EPA has finally come out and admitted that yes, um, global warming is in fact real.

They’ve added a prediction that the earth will heat up by 10 deg F over the next hundred years.

I was listening to the Midnight Oil song ‘beds are burning’. I’m going to cite the lyrics, just in case my readers, like me, don’t actually know them.

Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty five degrees
The time has come
To say fair’s fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share

How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep while our beds are burning
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From Kintore East to Yuendemu
The western desert lives and breathes
In forty five degrees

Let me put this as plainly as I can. The australian desert – home to some of the most unique life on earth – doesn’t have the headroom for global warming. It’s just not there. Things are already just about as hot as they can be (45 degrees C!).

If you drive a gas car, you are a party to the extinction of hundreds of species. You’re killing them, with your hands, every time you turn the key forward. _there is another option_. bush & the automakers won’t tell you about it, because they really want you to keep burning oil, but electric vehicles are perfectly practical commuter machines.

Once again, if we follow the path we’re currently on, the outback will die.

Have you ever been there? Do you know what you’ll be killing?

Can you in good concionce load the gun, aim it, and pull the trigger? Apparently we all can..

There are sooo many of these things.

My Q-score is 11.

find yours.

None of the people [well, actually, only one of the people, but I won’t tell you which one neener neener] in my friends list is a ‘ex-girlfriend of sheer’. My exes – and currents – read my journal, but don’t have LJ accounts of their own and thusly can’t friend me.

Takes all the fun out of things. They get to see exactly what I’m doing and thinking about, and I don’t have a clue about them.

Anyway, back to my regularly scheduled life.

I should be coding. but instead I’m typing in song lyrics. Bad sheer.

galileo’s head was on the block
the crime was looking up for truth
and as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
i try to trace them to my youth
and then you had to bring up reincarnation
over a couple of beers the other night
and now i’m serving time for mistakes
made by another in another lifetime
how long till my soul gets it right
can any human being ever reach that kind of light
i call on the resting soul of galileo
king of night vision, king of insight
and then i think about my fear of motion
which i never could explain
some other fool across the ocean years ago
must have crashed his little airplane
how long till my soul gets it right
can any human being ever reach that kind of light
i call on the resting soul of galileo
king of night vision, king of insight
i’m not making a joke, you know me
i take everything so seriously
if we wait for the time till all souls get it right
then at least i know there’ll be no nuclear annihilation
in my lifetime i’m still not right
i offer thanks to those before me
that’s all i’ve got to say
’cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
now i have to pay
but then again it feels like some sort of inspiration
to let the next life off the hook
but she’ll say “look what i had to overcome from my last life
i think i’ll write a book”
how long till my soul gets it right
can any human being ever reach the highest light
except for galileo god rest his soul
(except for the resting soul of galileo)
king of night vision, king of insight
how long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
how long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
how long