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http://www.rojo.com/show-story/?storyGuid=CNQ_BTZVWYrwUcIZ

The above link takes you to a Blog entry of a Blogger who is leaving the Blogsphere.   Honest.  Read it yourself.  I almost fell out of my chair.

"There's not a soul out there...no one to hear my prayer" - ABBA: "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Now, as excited as I was to read this, the details were important.  This wasn't time for a victory lap.  The reason for their departure was that they felt that the Blogsphere was sufficiently underway and their evangelism was no longer required.  Aha!  The specifically mention the goal of distributed news and disintermediating the traditional journalists (and all that journalistic integrity stuff).  My suspicions proved correct...you're not paranoid if they really are out to get you.

Also, the fundamental reliability of the Blogsphere was highlighted, at least to me, by the fact that the author chose to Blog about not Blogging anymore...which in fact proves that they don't mean it.  Just like the Star Trek episode where Spock foils the computer system by saying: "Everything I say is a lie; I'm lying"

Today's double dose of irony: reading about a blogger stopping blogging was enough to get me to post to my blog. Doh!  Maybe it's a zero sum game.

"Oh baby, just you shut your mouth" - David Bowie: China Girl.

later...

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I admit, this is an older intended blog entry that I just found...and not two entries in less than 1/2 hour ;-)

 

I have to admit that like many of my species (class male,genus engineer,species geek), I'm a bit gadget oriented. If it has a battery, display and some kind of input device, my pulse quickens and I get twitchy until I get to play with it. It's just the way I'm wired...all part of my charm.

Recently I became the proud owner of a ppc-6700 win mobile 5.0 phone. So much more than a phone. It's the SUV of phones...sure it's not the most compact, nor the easiest on power...but you can do anything with this baby. Slap a plastic toothpick and tweezers onto it and it would be the ultimate swiss army appliance.

I'm blogging on it. Well, to be honest, i'm writing this in ms word to upload later (I'm in one of those most frustrating of places - a spot with no coverage (1xrtt, EVDO or WiFi). I'd call it a wifi cold spot, but for the fact that I'm pretty certain this is one of Dantes levels of hell.

But back to the device. It may well be fundamentally changing my information consumption habits. If DSL moved me to info snacking...this has me info grazing...or cud chewing.  Between this and the myriad of more traditional devices at my disposal, I am seldom in a situation where I can get any information I desire (ironically, now is one of those times).

What were the lyrics to that song we used to sing in french class: Google it (sur la pont d'avignon was the song if you're curious).

Have any email needing attending to: imap/smtp away.

What's the detailed weather forecast?

Shamelessly, at a friend's superbowl party I was able to fake my way through the evening not having watched an entire NFL game in my life.

By reducing the friction to get at information, I do so far more often. Spontaneously. In situations I would never have considered previously. It's not only the frequency. It's the lowered importance level of the information.

The lowered importance of the information. Aye, tha's the rub. Is this garzing increasing or decreasing the value I place on information...that I consume...or that I produce?

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I've just noticed that I have gone from annoyingly blogging frequency to quiet...two weeks without an entry.

Firstly, why am I introspective about my blog frequency?  I  started this blog with a self proclaimed sarcasm and sense of irony about the whole blog thing.  Not particularly complimentary.  Now I find I'm increasingly looking at it as a grand experiment where I'm the experiementer as well as the guinea pig.  The more I blog, the more I feel compelled to blog, or to think about whether or not I should blog.  There's a recursive experience here that may be fundamental to the general phenomena of blogging.

Secondly, I've read a number of books/novels in that period.  Paper.  Pure unabashed consumption of other peoples thoughts.  No hyperlinks (and disappointingly, not many pictures, and mostly small type).  Similies, not Smilies. 

Here's the interesting thing: I consider it more wasteful (although enjoyable) time than blogging (at least the novels).

There's a sense of not contributing.  Given how few people actually ever read this blog, the net contribution of what I write is by definition extremely limited.  Yet the act of typing and submitting, and then being able to see it online imbues the activity with a [perhaps misplaced] sense of contribution.  At least one book, even though I'm only half way through, has actually stimulated me to take action.  Clearly and measurably more impactful, but the act of sitting and passively reading still strikes me as less valuable.

Finally, I've had a head cold during that period, where my ears have been blocked for much of it.  I have not had my karmic iPod on once during the past two weeks.  Nada.  Zilch. Zippo.  Although I've joked about my blog partially channelling the 80's through my karmic iPod, I'm now struck by the correlation between not wearing and not posting.  Could there be a connection?  Is it much more than just a running gag (that is arguably getting stale already) and is actually central to my blogging psychy?  Wait.  I'm not wearing it now, but I'm blogging.  Doh!

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"Federal Regulations prohibit the consumption of any alcoholic beverages you may have brought on board with you" - Airline announcement at start of flight.

I've heard this before.  Everytime I fly.  Just before they tell you that it costs $5 for beer, wine or spirits (exact change is greatly appreciated). Now I'm more interested in Starbucks coffee than Spanish Coffee at this point, and to be clear, I'm not packing a stainless steel flask that fits neatly into the breast pocket of my flight jacket...and it doens't have Jameson's Irish Whisky in it.  Honestly.  It's a morning flight ;-)  But as I hear this announcement I do have something in my carry-on luggage that is calling to me...tempting...irresistable like the call of a Siren.  Looking around, so no flight attendant or other airline crew member can see me (my heart racing, adrenaline pumping), I reach down to my the outer pocket of my laptop case and slide it out into my hand: a CDROM containing an electronic copy of the Federal Aviation Regulations and Aeronautical Information Manual (aka FAR/AIM).

So, "Federal Regulations prohibit" this do they?  Exactly which regulations?

"When I'm locked in my room; I just want to scream; and I know what they mean; Only the strong" - Midnight Oil: Only the Strong

Laptop open and booted.  CDROM inserted.  Adobe Acrobat autolaunches.  Select FAR [click].  Hunt on screen for the little binocular icon that means "search" [click].  Search panel opens on right side of screen.  Type in "Alcohol" [click, clack, clack, clack, clickity-clack, click].  Select "Search entire document". Search [click]

323 entries found.  A lot more booze in Aviation than I expected.

deicing...refusal of drug and alcohol test...lots of references to crew not getting a little happy before the flight...the "eight hour rule"...aha!  There it is.

121.575 Alcoholic Beverages.
(a) No person may drink any alcoholic beverage aboard an aircraft unless the certificate holder operating the aircraft has served that beverage to him.

So, I'm no lawyer (nor have I ever played one on TV) but it strikes me it's not who buys the drink but who serves it.  Perhaps all it takes is having one of the attractive (and highly trained) flight attendants drop by and pour.  I'd be willing to pay a corking fee to bring along a nice Merlot on my next flight instead of $5 for a random red in a plastic cup.  I'd even share with the people in my aisle.  I think an enlightened airline would do this.  And it's all margin.  No cost of goods sold for a corking fee.  Maybe if the airlines ever face bankrupcy they'll consider such measures.

Now this is not really about the therapy I so clearly need...it's about how ready access to information fundamentally changes how I/we accept what we hear in everyday life.  If I didn't have the means at my disposal to test this, I'd probably never have questioned the airline announcement (they are wearing a uniform afterall).  It's not just that I happened to be endowed with the CDROM in question...the FAR/AIM is also available online.  I could have searched online for this answer...but for the fact that the same announcement prohibits the use of electronic devices with radios "as their operation may interfere with navigational instruments".  So even if there were WiFi or EVDO at the flight levels, I have the radio off in my laptop (conserving power...making that battery last).  Luckily I'm not the type to look for conspiracies...

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Sugar, Salt and Fat.  Forget Fire, Earth and Water...Sugar, Salt and Fat are the three essential elements of nature.  These are the things I crave...and if you're honest with yourself, I dare say you crave them too.  Right now.  You're thinking of them.  Well not explicitly those three things, but foods that are high in them.  A food that's high in any of them is good; one that's high in two of them is very good; food with a high count of all three - wonderful.  I just ate a sausage, egg and cheese sandwich on a croissant.  All three essential elements.  In every bite. Mmmmmmmm.

But there is a fourth essential element to make life complete: Power.  A wise man once said: "power is delightful, and absolute power is absolutely delightful."  I think that's correct, but I'm not talking about the power to exert influence over others (This isn't Tony Robin's blog after all)...I'm talking about the stuff that happens when a not-quite-content electron from one atom makes the leap to a spot waiting for it on a neighbouring atom.  It's this fundamental infidelity of electrons that makes our wonderful modern electronic lifestyle possible. If electrons would just learn to be content with the atom they originally settled down with they'd be much happier...but we wouldn't.

For those that are going to quibble...yes, what I just described is electromotive force, not actually power...power being defined as the energy available to do work.  I've always thought that was too limiting...I use an awful lot of power doing play, not work.

"Baby if you're feeling good; Baby if you're feeling nice; you know your man is working hard..." - Kiss: Duece

I am at the airport again, and sitting next to the most beautiful thing in the entire terminal.  No, not Jessica Simpson (that was last week in LAX...but that's a different story not fit for public blogging)...a free AC outlet. Free as in available.  Free as in no cost to me.  Right next to one of the not-quite-comfortable rows of chairs with arm rests not quite high enough to be comfortable, but low enough that if you're stuck between flights late at night you can't lie down across them.  I sit down next to it and whip out my laptop power cord faster than Zoro draws his sword.  I think I stifled the squeal of glee...and pretty sure no one noticed the discrete victory dance.  At least no one commented on it.

Sugar, Salt, Fat and Power - the things I obsess on.  Last night, before packing for the trip, I made sure my pda/phone was in it's docking station to charge overnight...I plugged my laptop in to ensure it's battery was topped up, and I made sure the karmic iPod had a full charge.  It's the same ritual every time.  And then double check the assorted power cables and chargers that I carry with me...and give a thought to the duration of the flight and when I can use my laptop versus other devices.

As cellular phone airtime packages become more aggressively priced, consumers start thinking twice about remaining battery more than package minutes before placing a call.  When getting a cool new phone, the first question people I hang out with (admittedly a tad nerdier than the norm) ask is "what's the battery life?"

"Some things aren't meant to be; some things don't come for free" - Midnight Oil: Put Down That Weapon.

Law of Conservation of Engergy.  One of those big-"L" Laws of Physics.  No free ride...in fact, lots of leaks in the power bucket - light, heat, noise are all dissipating power that's then no longer available to do work (or play).  So when you're CPU heats up on that big ole recalc you've just asked your spread sheet to do...you're doing the equavlent of spilling your beer before you drink it all. And that little fan that starts whirring to keep the CPU cool...we won't even talk about it.

We're getting more and more computing capability in mobile devices, and enough inexpensive memory to actually store programs and data in meaningful quantities.  My PPC-6700 running Win Mobile 5.0 and with a 1Gig compactSD card in it is useful...but when it starts getting warm, I know the little battery guage is sliding rapidly to the left (like the fuel guage on my Father's Plymouth Gran Fury he bought when I was a teenager).  And when all the radios are radiating energy (CDMA/EVDO/Bluetooth/WiFi) looking for another station's signal to bring meaning to their lives, the available charge starts disappearing faster than a Slurpee on a hot summer day.

"There was something in the air that night" - ABAA: Fernando. (no snickers...yes, there is ABBA on my iPod)

But therein, perhaps, lies the secret.  At any given moment, we live in the fields of a vast number of radio transmitters, of various frequencies, blasting out various power signals.  It doesn't hurt.  And scientists are mostly certain that it doesn't harm people (Just don't sit too close to the TV...or put your cellphone next to your head).  It's all 'lost' power...that dissipates as it travels through the air.  Wouldn't it be good if someone found a way to passively harness that power to charge the batteries that power our lives?  Sure, no one source provides enough power to do so...but if you were to gang up a number of minute sources across a broad spectrum, maybe, just maybe, there'd be enough for a trickle charge.  Just for my iPod.  Then I can focus on obsessing on Sugar, Salt and Fat.

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Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Well, I've always considered whichever meal is next is the most important meal of the day...but in this case it's breakfast. I didn't eat mine at home, so I'm having a yogurt parfait (yogurt, some berries, some granola).  And coffee. Very large coffee. Pail sized (comes with a handle over the top and a little shove to use at the beach). My iPod is on and I'm taking a few moments to catch up on email before the day begins for real.

Hmmm...I looked up the definition of parfait and not a single one of them references yogurt, granola or berries. {For those of you who are ironicially challenged, read my previous posts and then notice that in the above sentence that I've searched online for the definition of parfait and present the results as authoritative}

"Well They're on the waterfront now instead of being at school; Too old now, even to dig pinball" - Generation X: Kiss Me Deadly

Boom, there's the karmic iPod doing it's work again. And no, I'm not going to rant about feeling old (although when you're my age you'll have every right to do so...bah! today's young people). This tune was very much the anthem for the school radio station when I was in University. They played it a lot. As with most school radio stations, it was rather non-commercial, and the kids involved were on a mission to redefine media. No commercials. Real diversity with every ethinicity and taste represented except mainstream. And an open venue for local musicians to get airplay without a label.

Someone pointed out Rocketboom  to me yesterday. A daily video blog. It's really quite entertaining...and surprisingly well done. More production value than a webcam, but clearly not big studio. Creative. Refreshing. Reminds me of my past youthful misconception that with new technology, we will all be able to become producers as well as consumers of content. But the reality is that it requires talent as well as technology...and those two coupled with the other two: time and desire. Turns out the intersection of those four doesn't include quite so many of us as I once expected. And that's ok.

But we still have the potential for combination of interactive media with traditional broadcast to create new genres of content.

"We're all always stronger when we're standing sideby side" - Sanctus Real: Message

currentTV is an example where not only those creative enough to produce content can participate, but others who want to be more passively involved can vote for which shows/clips get airplay. Democracy for Media. Dismissed as coincidence that Al Gore is behind it.

And this is just the beginning. I think we're just starting to see a whole new layer of professional content producers just one layer (of complexity/capital/etc) down from the mainstream...but still commercial (in it's own way) and opening up a wide diversity of alternatives. Truly independant. The challenge will be in finding/organizing/presenting it for greater mass consumption...and finding revenue sharing models that adequately compensate and incent those with talent to take the time to express themselves for our collective benefit.

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"The tortured faces expression out aloud; And life's little ironies seem so obvious now;
Your cashed in cheques have placed the payments down; And there's a line of buses all wait to take you out...
But it's a harmony in my head" - The Buzzcocks: Harmony in my Head

I'm cheating...somewhat.  I don't have the karmic iPod with me because I'm in a meeting and wearing it would be rude.  That said, I do have tunes going through my mind in the background, and yes, as I ponder that the Buzzcocks come to the foreground.  Still, tunes seem to be driving the blog...but since the tunes are inside my head, we don't have the same external influence. Does this invalidate the blog?  Probably (in as much as so far I've been channeling the spirit of the 70's and 80's via my iPod), but it's not going to stop me ;-)

A two hour meeting.  I'm in a two hour meeting.  As in one hour less than the ill fated tour that landed Gilligan and company on a deserted island.

This is an improvement.  It's the consolidation of three separate one hour meetings, all providing related statuses to overlapping teams.  That's net less one meeting hour.  Per week.  And there's food.  I like food.  I eat several times a day.  I like donuts in particular...but that's getting off topic.

So, sitting in this meeting, I can't help but think how much of this could be communicated more efficiently via some other means.  A wiki to build concensus on some of the items being discussed.  A series of internal linked blogs perhaps...to preserve the timeline of discussions and stauts updates.  Heck, even boring old email thread could circulate updates and threads of dialogues.  I mean, physical meetings are so 80's.  This is a debate so old to be cliche.

This is a decently run meeting.  It's a collapse of several others.  There was an agenda.  Minutes and actions are being taken.  And there's the aforementioned food.

Right there...several people exchanged glances and nodded.  That's extremely compressed data exchange.  A nod (or wink) in such setting has been described as the most effiicient data exchange, characterising it as a single bit, with shared context and background and timing making it meaningful.  But is the body language and facial expression details more accurately a lot of out of band information?  I've been witnessinga movement backtowards more direct meetings, stated to be for immediacy, but in reality it's about the additional data exchange that's not verbal or textual.  Yet I've never seen a nod or a wink in minutes ;-)

Interestingly, I've been Instant Messaging with the person sitting across the room in the same meeting.  I suspect this is rude.  In honesty, I know this is rude.  I can't help myself (please don't tell my mom...I'm normally a very polite person). It is, however, discrete.  Out of band signalling...selectively sharing context with a subset of the participants. 

Which brings me back to the face to face meeting versus online collaboration tools debate.  Maybe that's a fundamentally wrong way of looking at things.  Perhaps the real discussion should be how to bring various forms of out of band communications to enhance 'live' communications.  By appropriately sharing context information (or just background reference material) with those that need it, we can greatly enhance the signal to noise ratio of the dialogue.  It's not rude, it's efficient.

"I know that woman made me understand; It takes a woman's love to make a man" - Kanasas: It takes a woman's love to make a man

Happy Valentine's Day.

 

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I really should know better.

I grab some lunch (packaged salad with fried bits of fried chicken to keep it from being too healthy).  Time to catch up on some emails, and maybe even read the details of the pages people have sent me links to.  Clearly need tunes.  So I grab my iPod...not just any iPod...the Karmic iPod.

Yesterday Google announced the Beta of Google Desktop 3.  It's an interesting read: http://googledesktop.blogspot.com/2006/02/desktop-reloaded.html (just come back and finish reading my blog when you're done).  Of interest is that you can now search across multiple computers to find your stuff.

"I still haven't found what I'm looking for" - U2 Rattle and Hum on the Karmic iPod.

Yup...you got it...as I'm reading the latest Google news, the Karmic iPod brings me a lyric to crystalize something floating in my mind.  In this case:  "is Search the ultimate organizing principle?"  I mean, I'm as lazy as the next person.  You can't fight the Second Law of Thermodynamics - without external energy, the entropy of all systems increases.  I'm pretty sure I used this as an excuse not to clean up my room when I was younger.  If my six year old son were old enough to comprehend the implications of the basic laws of physics, I'm absolutely certain he'd use this as an excuse to not pick up his socks or clean his room.  So why bother expending energy organizing your digital assets?

But I have a hard time imagining search as the primary organizing principle for all things all the time.  Finding things (either among unknown sources, or my all to familiar but unorganized collections) I can see.  But when there are enough assets to be searched, finding just the right one takes successive queries with increased query complexity.  I just don't see people thinking in SQL.  Well, I do know some people who do think in SQL...but they're not normal (statistically speaking, of course).

This sounds like work.

So I can see saving and organizing queries so that I can get the same results again.  And if the data set the query is against changes, I won't get the same results.  Hmmm...I like predictability.  It's the basis of comfort (in addition to polar fleece, which is the main reason I recycle plastic beverage bottles).

I think Search is great.  I believe it will fundamentally change the way people interact with their stuff.  The underlying search technologies will continue to bring us new and expanded capability.  I just think it's an evolutionary stage that we will progress beyond.  And I wish my son would pick up his socks and clean his room.

What do you think comes after search?

 

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My finger hurts.

I'm on a flight. Again. Flying economy. Trying to write a blog entry on my laptop. I took a picture out the window, and decided to beam it via infrared to my laptop to include in my blog. As I'm doing so, buddy in the seat in front of me decides to recline his seat. No big deal, it stops as the line of his seat to my laptop to my fingers to my camera to my body all connect and the seat motion is impeded. Apparently this isn't sufficiently reclined for him. He leans forward an slams back into his seat to move it more. Ouch. He didn't even look back to see if there was someone behind him. How rude.

"Then came the churches, then came the schools, then came the lawyers, then came the rules" - Dire Straits: Telegraph Road on my Karmic iPod. This is starting to get spooky.

Whatever happened to basic courtesy? Looks like there needs to be rules of behavior strictly enforced for air travellers.

It starts with my, err, I mean your, um better settle on 'one's' inalienable right to use one's laptop while travelling by commercial air carrier. I pretty sure there was an ammendment to the Constitution to cover this. Orville and Wilbur Wright passed it when they were co-Presidents. The Supreme Court can start from there.

What I was going to blather on about today was infra red as a communications channel.

When I was in grade nine I did a science project on communication of a voice over an infrared beam. Spent hours. Burned myself with the solder iron at least once. It worked well enough to get me to the city-wide science fair...only to lose to some kid who bred thousands of fruit flies and manipulated their DNA so they could talk (or something...I'm a little fuzzy on the details).

Also, I have an RF remote for my Satellite TV receiver (instead of IR). My neighbor apparently has the same unit. I've added attenuation on the antenna, but every now and then (usually in the middle of Star Gate SG1) my TV starts 'magically' changing channels to sports or something. Magic in an annoying kind of way.

My Airline file transfer reminds me of both of these things. Put them together and what do you get? Bibbity bobbity boo? A reminder that the very limitation of IR is its strength. It is line of sight, and highly directional. RF spectrum...not so much. As we get all hyped up about WiMax and other derivatives, let's all remember that spectrum is finite and radiates freely (directionality more a function of antenna design). Light beams (either guided within a fiber of glass or across the room from the old remote control I miss so much) are sufficiently constrained that the spectrum can be reused by different users/applications with no interference. It's a phyisics thing.

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Well...I'm at FL 350 (otherwise known as 35,000 feet mean sea level) on a United flight to LAX.  Sitting in Economy Plus.  Seat 11F.  Listening to my iPod Nano (black) which is loaded with tunes from the 70's and 80's.  I'm wearing a loud hawaiin shirt (what are you wearing?).  The in-flight movie is a date-flick, and I don't want to consider the overweight guy next to me as my date...so that's out of the question (sorry buddy). Somehow, this confluence of karmic circumstances leaves me feeling compelled to start a Blog.  Dive right into the Blogsphere. Get all Blogged up.  Putting on the Blog.  I'll be Blog-tied!

 

"The Hypocrits are slandering the sacred halls of truth"

 

My iPod is on shuffle, and Rush: Farewell to Kings starts just as I'm starting to write.  Really.  The above line is playing as I start typing.  I couldn't make this up.   Enough with the Karma already.

 

Some of us may not be young anymore, and perhaps we're not as hip as many on the net (well, not me, but people I know).  So there's some chance I just don't get it.  But, when I was a young professional [hitches up pants] academics were respected for research and facts, vetted by peer review.  Journalists may have been a bit on the sensational anti-current side, but basically were backstopped by some sense of journalistic integrity and verifying their sources (except for tabloids, but I believe they come from a parallel dimesion where a particular bend  in the space time continuum leads to truth being proportional to celebrity fleshtone). Professionals mostly used facts and experience to guide their decisions, and we respected their opinions based on their background.  Whethere Academic, Journalist or Professional, you couldn't get published (and thus spread your wisdom) without adhering to some form of validation.

 

Enter the Blogsphere.  Anyone can publish online.  I'm doing it, and goodness knows I have no credentials...I don't even have good grammar or punctuation. 

 

I know what you're thinking: "people have been able to do that for years with personal web pages and the like" (I know about your other thoughts too, and I'm telling your mother). There is, I think, a difference. A subtle shift that makes a big difference.  I don't think it's the tools that let people update their weblogs more easily than in the old days of rolling your own html in your favourite text editor (mine was vi, what was yours?).  It's the increasingly automated interconnection of weblogs and referencing to each other that makes a difference.  I think.  Just as a forecast number that is written on paper is suspect, but put in an excel spreadsheet becomes fact, and if quoted from an analyst's spreadsheet is dogma, successive publications seems to bootstrap credibility.

 

Now, add in the fact, that the so-called Blogsphere also spends a percentage of it's editorial space reinforcing the concept that the there is such a thing as the Blogsphere to start with, and that there's a shared editorial conscious manifest in RSS syndicated blogs that embues them with credibility.

 

So, yes, I am venting my spleen.  It feels much better now.  Thanks for asking.

 

"what have you got, at the end of the day?  What have you got, to take away?" - Dire Straits: Private Investigations...from my Karmic iPod as I finish this.

 

Irony.  I love irony.  I think most people have an irony deficiency...there should be a multivitamin that supplies your recommended daily irony.  In fact, think of this blog as your irony suppliment.  My goal is simple: to rant whatever comes to my mind until at least one other blog starts referencing me.  Then I'm in.  I'll be in the Blogsphere.  An infiltrator.  Who knows what happens next - I leave that to Karma.  I may not make it back alive...I could become part of the collective.  I could become a voice in the online wilderness calling for separation of fact from opinion.  I could simply provide some interesting perspectives on things.  I could learn to write better.  But hopefully, at a minimum, I will amuse.

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