"I lived when simply waiting was a large part of ordinary life: when we waited, gathered around a crackling radio, to hear the infinitely far-away voice of the king of England… I live now when we fuss if our computer can’t bring us everything we want instantly. We deny time.
We don’t want to do anything with it, we want to erase it, deny that it passes. What is time in cyberspace? And if you deny time you deny space. After all, it’s a continuum—which separates us.
So we talk on a cell phone to people in Indiana while jogging on the beach without seeing the beach, and gather on social media into huge separation-denying disembodied groups while ignoring the people around us.
I find this virtual existence weird, and as a way of life, absurd. This could be because I am eighty-four years old. It could also be because it is weird, an absurd way to live."
~ Ursula K. LeGuin, Interview by Heather Davis
The book's title is taken from a comment made by a woman at Princeton University after Feynman asked for both cream and lemon in his tea, not being familiar with the proper etiquette.[2]
Takker Weld, herlig!"6-6-5. The neighbour of the beast". Dream Theater - trommis Mike Portnoy i en video på YouTube der han får den noe utakknemmelige oppgaven å lære seg Tools "Penuma" kun ved å høre låten uten trommer. Den går i 33/8 takt og har et mønster på 6/8 6/8 5/8 6/8 5/8 5/8 eller hva det var, i alle fall 33/8 til sammen.
Fra samme video "I can't even find the one", "This is not a song. Its a mathematic equation". "Danny Carey - loose my number". "Im so fucking confused". "This makes Dream Theater sound like Wheezer"
Og han fikk Horten til å erklære seg som atomvåpenfri sone.Kosmo bodde i samme oppgang som min svigermor. Min kone var litt imponert av hvordan stortingspresident Kosmo, nest etter Kongen på landets rangstige, så henne komme med barnevogn og holdt døren åpen for henne, mer enn en gang. Mer sivilisert fyr enn hva bart og dress kunne tyde på.
Kurt VonnegutI work at home, and if I wanted to, I could have a computer right by my bed, and I’d never have to leave it. But I use a typewriter, and afterwards I mark up the pages with a pencil. Then I call up this woman named Carol out in Woodstock and say, “Are you still doing typing?” Sure she is, and her husband is trying to track bluebirds out there and not having much luck, and so we chitchat back and forth, and I say, “OK, I’ll send you the pages.”
Then I’m going down the steps, and my wife calls up, “Where are you going?” I say, “Well, I’m going to go buy an envelope.” And she says, “You’re not a poor man. Why don’t you buy a thousand envelopes? They’ll deliver them, and you can put them in a closet.” And I say, “Hush.” So I go down the steps here, and I go out to this newsstand across the street where they sell magazines and lottery tickets and stationery. I have to get in line because there are people buying candy and all that sort of thing, and I talk to them. The woman behind the counter has a jewel between her eyes, and when it’s my turn, I ask her if there have been any big winners lately. I get my envelope and seal it up and go to the postal convenience center down the block at the corner of 47th Street and 2nd Avenue, where I’m secretly in love with the woman behind the counter. I keep absolutely poker-faced; I never let her know how I feel about her. One time I had my pocket picked in there and got to meet a cop and tell him about it. Anyway, I address the envelope to Carol in Woodstock. I stamp the envelope and mail it in a mailbox in front of the post office, and I go home. And I’ve had a hell of a good time. And I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you any different.
Electronic communities build nothing. You wind up with nothing.
We’re dancing animals. How beautiful it is to get up and go do something.
[Gets up and dances a jig.
Særdeles aktuelt vil jeg si!
Jeg har opplevd det motsatte."I never went to bed with an ugly woman, but I sure as hell woke up with a few"
" You'll never get a hangover, if you never stop drinkin"
"What's the Use of Getting Sober (When You Gonna Get Drunk Again)"
- Busby Meyers, ca. 1940
Godt den var malt.I Skottland kjøpte jeg engang en flaske malt whisky, nederst på etiketten stod det:
" Suitable for vegetarians"