After reading about Doc Searls exploits yesterday I’m amazed that no one has invented a What kind of Doc Searls Dead Animal are you? quiz yet.
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Day: April 12, 2002
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The chicken rules
Stavros, our favorite Wonder Chicken is suffering from an affliction known as Mike Envy.
Yup. The Chicken feels he can’t kick Mike’s ass in the weblogging arena, and encourages us to go over to Mike’s latest writing extravaganza and clog the comments with puerile statements, personal insults, lumpy and salted oatmeal, bad poetry, and other worthless odes and bits and pieces of mangled and tortured verbage.
The end hope is that the effort will drive Mike batty — well battier than he already is — forcing him to give into the weblogging flow, spending his remaining weblog days linking to endless Daypop 40 items of note such as three year old sandwiches. Personally, I think we can count coup for Stavro’s efforts if we can get Mike to create the aforementioned What kind of Doc Searls Dead Animal are you? quiz.
Stavros, if you really want to bring Mike down then you have no other recourse: you’ll have to bring in The Scotsman. He’s the only person known to get Mike to post less than 20 words (in comments associated with this post).
Update Mike did manage to link to every member of Cluetrain in addition to Dave Winer in this one post. There is hope, Stavros. There is hope.
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Google search
To the person who came to my weblog based on the following Google Search:
single childless women in their 40’s do any feel postive about their situation
Yes.
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Weblogging stuff
A couple of things popped up while I was out of touch yesterday.
First of all, my Australia friends sent me some Tim Tams! Very sweet of them and can’t wait to finally try these delectable treats. When I receive them, I’ll post my review. In addition, the Australian delegation also sent me a card (ala Mr. Delacour).
Thanks guys — you’re the best! What can I say but Australian women are very lucky!!
Secondly, there was an article about weblogging in a publication edited by someone I know. The article is Is there a Blog in your Future, and the publication is Idea Idee — a webzine geared for techie women (Canadian based, but open for all). Check it out.
In the next few weeks I’m going to be off and on with the weblog, posting erratically. Since I usually am fairly consistent with posting daily, multiple posts in a day, I just thought I would give y’all a heads up.
That’s it. Thanks.
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The Fog
Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
I was driving north on 101 when I noticed that the approach to Golden Gate Bridge was blanketed by heavy fog. Now, driving across GG is an exercise in precision in good weather; I wasn’t interested in trying it out in the fog.
I pulled into Crissy field to watch the fog and listen to the fog horns, hoping it would blow over so I could continue.
As I waited, I thought back to the news I read this morning. There was another suicide bomb in Israel, with six people dead. There was a fire in an Arab American church in Los Altos and an attack against a Jewish man in Sacramento. These last two events weren’t thousands of miles away — these were in my backyard.
Sad, bad, mad times.
What makes all of this so much more difficult is there is no clear picture about what can done in the Middle East. To say with surety that this path or that will lead us — us — out of these times is naive at best.
Sharon and others say that we can end this conflict by routing the terrorists out of the West Bank, but how? Instead of eliminating terrorism, won’t we find that the same hand that wields the sword of retribution is also the same hand that sows more seeds of terror?
Terrorism is a renewable resource.
What is the right way out of the killing in the Middle East? The racial and religious bigotry throughout the world? I don’t know anymore. I am lost in uncertainty.
With these thoughts in my mind, I look up and see that the fog still lingers at the Bridge, but decide to hell with it — if I wait for clear days I’ll never cross Golden Gate. As I start to cross, I am met with a totally unexpected view: the fog has somehow formed a tunnel over and around the Bridge, but the road itself is clear.
I have no definitive answers to the situation we’re facing throughout the world. All I can do is continue fighting racism and bigotry in my weblog and in my life. I can join peace vigils and hold hands. I can write against the Israeli incursions into Palestinian territory and write against suicide bombs and against terrorism in any form. I can stay informed, and get involved when the opportunity arises. This is the clear path I see.
And there is one other thing I can do — I can show more respect for those I don’t agree with. For all we know, I may be wrong. And if you don’t agree with me, that’s okay, too. For all we know, I may be right.
And it starts with something this small and personal…