Saturday, February 27, 2010

Living in New York City: Free as a Bird

BoldFoto by tgw, New York City, 2010
Man Talking to Himself

It's like traveling through a haunted house. It's like being in a Jack Kerouac dream. One of his beermares! It could be like the Bird playing on stage chorus after chorus while inside his body was eating him alive raw. It could be like trying to run and you have no legs. Pulling the legs off live frogs and ordering them to hop. Ploughing fields of rocks.

Rocks for my pillow, too.

Inside the haunted house you are not scared. Why? Inside the haunted house all seems false. Aha! All seems fabricated, designed, sketched then produced. And some of the hauntings in the haunted house are virtually there, yes. But the giant-tall one-eyed skinhead raising his executioner's ax as if to cut off your head doesn't bother you one bit. The mechanized are not prepared for a duck. Or for a man with a blowtorch.

You hear no music from machines. Even choirs of machines leave you begging for at least a hint of harmony or melody.

Living through a Jack Kerouac dream is a much tougher trial to endure. You may need to take Henry Miller along with you as you belch along with Jack's wanderings drunk among the fallen roses of Saint Teresa of Avila--on second thought, maybe Gertrude Stein not Henry Miller should go with you into a Jack Kerouac dream--unless it were one of Jack's beermares. That would be no place for a woman like Gertrude Stein. Carolyn Cassidy would be a better woman to take into a beermare, but then she's in most of Jack's beermares, so you see the dilemma? Which brings us back to Henry Miller. Take old Henry into especially one of Jack's beermares.

We worship machines because we are the gods of machines. The highest achievement so far of the human monkey is in his technology. In his entanglements of complicated things he has figured out the simplicity of binary mathematics, how easy it is to realize virtually anything you care to realize. It's so easy, all you do is invent a machine language, then write a program of commands to the machine you're intending to create and VOILA! There in virtual reality is the machine. From there, a machine will follow either megacommands or nanocommands. Our machine gods are so far ahead of the most of us--especially us who write poetry and novels and tell tales and are given to empirical criticism based on the same logic used in computers.

Nothing is complicated. Not a haunted house and not even a Jack Kerouac dream (or beermare). Not even ploughing a field of rocks. The natural gas treasure hunters have figured out a way hydraulically (using water under huge pressure and laced with rock-cracking particles) to plough fields of rocks, to blast through layers of shale or limestone down into depths where there are ancient pockets of natural gas that probably are under all the Appalachian chain and the minor chains shooting off the Appalachians, like the Poconos, the Adirondacks, the Catskills--the old mountain ranges--especially over around parts of eastern Pennsylvania where the first oil in the US was discovered back at the height of the Industrial Revolution in this country--the Revolution that has really meant more to the founding of this nation than did the Revolution against the British Crown.

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The old The Daily Growler has finally become the nesting site of now a large host of spammers. It started with our Chinese friend peddling photos of underage Thai girls getting banged big time. He was then joined by a hillbilly masturbater peddling "nekkid photos of Miley Cyrus" (isn't she already a has-been?). Within recent weeks the list has become a gallop through of all kinds of sneaky comments--"Great post. I really gained some valuable information from this article..." We immediately drop down to the bottom of these comments and see the http: address line and see it goes to some Webpage that is usually either a porn site; a get rich quick scheme introduced by the infamous "a system I discovered that I didn't believe at first but after trying it one time, I'll tell you, pal, I was surprised to receive a large sum of money from out of nowhere...."; or lately they been just openly wanting to get their product on the post--"Hi, great post. I'm Judy Lovejoy and I run the All Girl National Book Supply Store and Jam Regatta and I know you'd love to get certain bestselling books at ridiculous prices...."

I assume Google is allowing these spammers free access to their blogs now. Google is now so rich I saw where they are joining several California companies in developing a solar energy project in the Mojave or somewhere like that. Google is maybe, and we're not kidding, the most powerful corporation in the world right now. How did Google get so rich?, you may ask. How did Yahoo get so rich?; and now that Microsoft has taken over Yahoo, how the hell richer are they going to get? Yahoo--started by some young college students. Yahoo, Google, eBay, PayPal. All started by young dot commers who made it. And who are now too big to fail. Will We the People soon be bailing them out? Don't We the People own the Internet? Doesn't it belong to the Department of Defense? But then the Internet is now worldwide. WWW. Wow. Do We the People of the USA own the world through the Internet? Not according to the spammers.

We here at The Daily Growler resent being a part of the Google Information Collection Agency--probably a branch of the Department of Defense for all we know. We are certain that The Daily Growler's every word whether total fantasy or actuality has been absorbed and crunched and referenced and categorized along with every bit of information whether alias or not--that's the frustrating part of being a part of this Google machine that has now entered the realm of the lower floors of the Power Elite, the US ruling class--our royalty.

Blogging is a great idea--but Google's brain-drainers will eventually find a way to Capitalize on it--already by scraping up information including email addresses and we suppose Google is selling those blog addresses to spammers! Is it possible?

As the spam guards begin to fail all over the world, soon blogging will be spoiled. But then Websites suffer from spammers worse than bloggers.

Another thing bothers us--how the hell do spammers survive?--they must meet their goals, there are so many of them. Like I wonder who in the hell, unless it's a horny teenage boy, goes onto a site coming out of China or Russia to look at child pornography, though maybe in China and Russia and Thailand sex with underage girls is legal and photos of 12-year-old girls going round the world is not considered pornography, just a part of the local customs.

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From Wikipedia:

Spam is the abuse of electronic messaging systems (including most broadcast media, digital delivery systems) to send unsolicited bulk messages indiscriminately. While the most widely recognized form of spam is e-mail spam, the term is applied to similar abuses in other media: instant messaging spam, Usenet newsgroup spam, Web search engine spam, spam in blogs, wiki spam, online classified ads spam, mobile phone messaging spam, Internet forum spam, junk fax transmissions, social networking spam, and file sharing network spam.

Spamming remains economically viable because advertisers have no operating costs beyond the management of their mailing lists, and it is difficult to hold senders accountable for their mass mailings. Because the barrier to entry is so low, spammers are numerous, and the volume of unsolicited mail has become very high. The costs, such as lost productivity and fraud, are borne by the public and by Internet service providers, which have been forced to add extra capacity to cope with the deluge. Spamming is universally reviled, and has been the subject of legislation in many jurisdictions.[1]

People who create electronic spam are called spammers.

For an Up-to-Date List of the Top Ten Spammers (they seem to be mostly Russians, Ukraines, Chinese--there's an Estonian), here ya go:

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