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Excellent post here - Need to spend a more time listening to these guys. There are implications here that are "emerging" in a whole range of topics too numerous to list. Concept here is overwhelming me. Need to wallow in it some more - when I've got some time to wallow. =================== Hierarchies, webs and emergence. Last week Dave Sifry and I met up with Dave Winer and Steve Gillmor at Technorati to share ideas. We talked about the public resource that Dave W created in weblogs.com, about Technorati, and about Dave's new idea to help people categorize blog postings and the things they link to. 
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197 7:13:54 PM
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I'll be the judge of this - but the praise Jim Moore heaps on the second of the two is almost overwhelming. It makes me feel technologically inadequate that I don't have the programming capability to get this blog to do what I really want. As to writing things that others find interesting - we'll see. ================================== Jim Moore finds two amazing weblogs.
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196 7:05:19 PM
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Clearly I was just exploring the sexual side with the Fascinating Rhythm post - even there, I was struggling with euphemisms and then had post-blogging regret that I had even included anything like this at all - what if my wife sees, what if my mom sees - will they think that I'm one of those who would have sneaked [as Tom Ewell says it when referring to Marylyn Monroe's comings and goings in Seven Year Itch] OUTSIDE the home to get sexual experiences or materials! Jeez - I am soooo repressed! How do you do it Halley - I mean, how do you just lay it all out there - you are amazing! =================== Sexual GlobalizationWhen I was away for Thanksgiving, doing family things and taking care of my son, I wasn't thinking about Fleshbot* very much. I was thinking how unsexy I felt and how little I was thinking about sex and how inappropriate it felt when I was preoccupied with the big family holiday of Thanksgiving to even consider sex.When I got home, the holiday was over, my kid was asleep in his bed, our suitcase unpacked and dirty clothes in the laundry, I did go check in to see what they'd been up to while I was away. I went to look for all the reasons everyone else goes to look -- I felt a little sexy and it's a sexy blog. And I was thinking about how we integrate our work selves, our parent selves, our public selves, our sexual selves, now that all this sexual content is available on the web which surely blurs the line between public and private. Even when I was a kid and my older brother had Playboy magazines hidden under the bed, they could easily be revealed by my mom vacuuming and he could be "found out" and perhaps feel ashamed or somehow dirty. There was a lot of sneaking around in the old days to real world locations OUTSIDE your home to get sexual materials or experiences -- with sexy magazines, sexy clubs, sexy videos, or just plain sex from paid escorts, masseuses, prostitutes. And I think it's fair to say, mostly men pursued these sexual outlets and it was deemed inappropriate for women to be involved in such pursuits. Now this sexual content is available to anyone with a computer, men and equally women. But the enormous availability of sexual content (notice I'm trying not to say porn, because I'm still not sure what that word even means) online which allows one to privately pursue sexuality in great range and depth is changing the world we know. Changing it fundamentally. We are not only experiencing sexual content from many countries, but we are experiencing sexual culture from many other countries. What they do in Amsterdam, Osaka, Abu Dhabi and Alabama and HOW they do it, are not the same. This is another reason I'm writing about "alpha males" as I believe all the assumptions about how men and women relate in one culture are being challenged by how men and women relate in many cultures. I'm trying to understand who we are, or perhaps who we were and who we are becoming. I think fundamentalists of many religions (in many countries) are being buffeted by gale force winds of sexual globalization. Women are right in the sweet spot, or not-so-sweet spot of these seismic sexual rumblings. I really don't know where it will lead us, but I think it's changing our lives very quickly and we may not even notice how much and how fast it is happening. [*Fleshbot is a new sex blog, or I might call it an online review and digest of sexy digital content. ] [Halley's Comment]
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195 6:54:30 PM
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Reference Links - Blogging and Social Software. I began updating a list of references on Blogging and Social Networks last week. As I prepared to post this I begin to realize what I've left out. It started as a list supporting "Jazz in the Blogosphere". It was... [Unbound Spiral]
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Belle de Jour: Diary of a London Call Girl. She's quite a good writer, isn't she? [evhead]
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Brilliant of you to notice! ============================================== According to TalkLeft, there's a pithy quote making the rounds that's been attributed to Abraham Lincoln: "There's no honorable way to kill, no gentle way to destroy. There's nothing good in war except its ending." In truth, this was spoken by an actor portraying Lincoln, in the classic Star Trek episode "The Savage Curtain." [View an image from the official site; Hear the original line via TrekkieGuy] It's an important distinction to make. Lincoln was president from 1860 -- 1865. Star Trek aired from 1966 -- 1969. To be proper, I suppose the line should actually be credited to Gene Roddenberry, but somehow people don't treat his words with the same gravitas as those from dead presidents. Anyway, just setting the record straight. Accept no imitations. [Riba Rambles:]
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192 5:39:09 PM
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Pick Your Head Up.... and stop watching TV. Go read a blog instead...and find out what real people re thinking, feeling, saying. On The River this morning, I found a piece that sets out eloquently the types and levels of distraction in our society that help maintain a profound apathy, denial and plain flat-out dismissal of facts. By clicking on a link in the piece, I came upon the web site of the writer William Greider. Looks like he's a brave and thoughtful person. [wirearchy News]
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191 5:34:06 PM
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Last night I got home to learn that our daughter had sobbed herself to sleep. Her illusions shattered - the enchantment broken. Fairies are not real. A few months ago, she came home all excited. At her school, she and a friend of hers had discovered a fairy tree! This tree had little seed pods that contained fairy seeds. She immediately wanted to construct a little fairy play-world and incubate the little seeds until they hatched. So, we encouraged this flight of wondrous imagination. On a trip, my wife discovered two beautiful cards with images of angels or fairies - so we cut them out from the cards and one of the seeds magically "hatched." Her new friend, Arabella, was conjured from fancy. Arabella was a source of the most intense and imaginitive play our daughter had ever experienced. She created whole histories and worlds for her to inhabit. She wove magical tales rivalling the best fairy tales I know. Some were a bit of a leap, or included mundane bits of household stuff - Dead leaves, tupperware swimming pools, PollyPockets. Soon a sign appeared: Dont come in there isa reel fairy in heer!She is very shie andShe dosint like to be desterbed.SSShhhhh! Thank youAnd so it continued.... They began a correspondence. She would spend hours composing notes, asking about the fairy world and details about Arabella's life as a fairy. Her anticipation and delight at receiving a response was palpable! She encouraged a friend at school to hatch a fairy, and so the enchantment spread. Once, early on, she asked an adult whether fairies were real. The adult said No, she did not believe in fairies. But she had the story of the Polar Express (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0395389496/104-5362871-9229543?v=glance) in her head. As you may recall, the story ends with the adults and even the little boy's sister unable to hear the silver sleigh-bell that Santa gave him. "It's broken" they say. But those who believe can still hear it. My daughter made a quick connection, and concluded that adults, and some of the kids, just couldn't hear the bell anymore - and this became shorthand for explaining the fact that she knew Arabella was real, and others didn't. A few months later, she had a birthday party. Her favorite gift was a Christmas ornament that Arabella gave her. It was delicate and beautiful, and had fairy dust sprinkled in a spiral pattern around it. She loved it. While we were planning to have Arabella migrate or hibernate for the winter - so that the enchantment would slip into memory, and form an oasis of magical memory for her to tap into - this had worked with Santa, who she concluded was no longer real on her own, and with no trauma. Unfortunately it was not to be. She discovered her letters to Arabella in my wife's nightstand last night. She walked out and held them out in front of her - searching, hoping, wanting an explaination that made sense, that would not break the spell! But my wife was so startled and unprepared that she blurted out the cold hard truth. Arabella was not real. Mommie had written the letters (and in some cases Nana). It was a cruel lie. She was terribly sorry. She never meant for it to become so elaborate. Then the wailing began. The unconsolable crying of our daughter at the tearing down of her world. What about the fairy tree. Just a regular tree with seed pods. What about the pictures she had sent. They were cut from magazines and greeting cards. What about... The Christmas Ornament! It was really a gift from Mom and Dad. And the fairy dust sparkling on the ornament. Not really fairy dust... On and on it went. What about her friend's fairy - it wasn't real either... Sobbing and Disillusionment - the light ebbed from her eyes. We had hurt her deeply. That's when I came home - Oh how I wish that I had been the one she confronted. Now my wife is sorry to have let it get started in the first place! Later when putting her to bed and saying prayers - it felt very empty. Would she lose her belief in God too? Didn't it diminish our own!? Telling the truth may be hard up front - she says - but then we're not confronted with this devastating experience later. No - I don't agree at all! But I wasn't there, I can't criticize my wife after she just went through this. Yet, I believe that it was a tremendous and good thing! Imagination and fantasy must me nurtured and explored. Deep down, she knew. Even if she didn't, she did believe that one day she would not be able to hear the bell ring anymore. Why not let that ringing be a quite memory - not a dull clang of reality setting in. Now we need give her some space - then to help her to reconstruct a new lenchantment. A deeper level of magic for her. There are things beyond our understanding. Dimensions we cannot percieve. Things seen and things unseen that we profess to believe in. Each time we learn that one enchantment was not sufficient, we must not give up on enchantment all-together! We must allow a newer deeper, real-er muse to lead us to a world that we want desperately to inhabit. A world with magic, with spirit, with emotion, with enchantment. So, muse, sing me and my daughter and my wife a new song. A song that will weave a new spell, a good spell, a spell we can test and not find wanting - for now and perhaps for always.
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