Suit pockets loom,
Sportcoat seams greedy,
wide-gaping zippers
like incisors filed down
to daggers.
Their inset tongues slaver-
drip ichor from folds
of silk-linen.
Raving for that cowhide-
lined parcel.
Sorry, I’m not usually political around here.
Currently the FCC is reviewing possible regulation to prevent discrimination against traffic on the internet. At the same time two bills are in congress to prevent the FCC from regulating this new medium. This battle is pretty vital to fundamental rights and the economy. Even from a purely consumer standpoint it’s vital. Otherwise we’ll be seeing things that are similar to the ridiculous $1300 per megabyte pricing on SMS messages, only it’ll be on innovative technologies like Voice Over Internet Calling (VOIP), internet video (hulu/youtube/etc.) or even access to things like Google.
The FCC’s approach isn’t perfect, and most times I’m against regulation of any kind. However, the current regulation posed by the FCC is intended to allow the internet to grow unfettered by selfish business interests. Will it have unintended consequences? Possibly. On the other hand, the bills offered by members of congress will have immediate chilling effect. They will allow ISP’s to protect their business models indefinitely at the expense of everyone in the United States.
This will hurt the economy badly, especially in the realm of innovation and new business creation, all for the sake of the few. Stopping this creates a retro-active bailout, allowing ISP’s to compete via subterfuge. Read More
Roll a seven for the winsome
and then mindmap your betters..
Strike applause for handsome.
Fresh hewn cuts for the clever!
Next fashion the turnstiles
that taxi down runways,
carve roads for the bylaws,
draft bills for the bluejays.
And row with the sailors
who sing so succinct
the barnacle shanties
from ballads, distinct.
Something I’ve been working on for the last few weeks (along with several other attempts):
@kholinar Beneath the soft eddies, my arms struggle deeper, restless ’til I find your current, aching to be caught in your sweet maelstrom.
Megan and I recently went to see Bright Star, a period piece about the tragic romance between John Keats and Fanny Brawne. It’s lovely movie that’s far more grounded than most efforts in the genre.
To promote the movie, the production company decided to try their hands at social networking. They are holding a contest on twitter for the best “Little Tweet Nothing”, that is, a 140 character composition (including your username) on the themes of love, romance, or passion. The prize for the winner is the “A Diamond Is Forever Everlon Diamond Knot Collection Non-Pave Pendant.
It was a very fun exercise to distill this sort of message into 140 characters. This is one of the things I love about twitter, the constraint of squeezing an entire thought into such a concise statement. Much like strict meters in poetry, constraints make you consider other ways of expressing a near identical thought. Sometimes, the constraint even alters the thought in an interesting way that you would not have considered otherwise. I believe working in these confines changes an artist’s mind in a way that’s very valuable so that, when the constraints are removed, they still look for alternate paths. When we get away from the obvious, we learn much more about ourselves… and that’s the point of art.
Only two weeks until finalists are notified. Regardless of success, this was a fun contest.
p.s. – See the movie. It’s fab. http://www.brightstar-movie.com
Really interesting study on how the mind reacts to nonsense. Apparently they tested students by reading each group a story (one nonsensical, one conventional) and the nonsense group tested 30% higher in identifying patterns.
Might be worth thinking twice before saying, “That’s just nonsense,” next time.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/06/health/06mind.html
via Carrollian @ the http://alice-in-wonderland.net forums…
As a young thrush in first flight,
or unsteady lamb down mountain rock…
So Nature falls from lofty heat
into Autumn and her bed of sunset garlands
then galloping on Aeolus’s Steeds, turns
north to the slow, transfixing kisses of Frost
But, falling, her clouds wreath blue horizons
and aires of festival entreat
ever to taste her faithful bounty
and beckon to free her laden vines