May 2011
24 posts
NoMeansNo - The Day Everything Became Nothing
5:30 song for 5/30
I don’t know how many times I can extol the virtues of NoMeansNo and beg you to listen to them, to listen to that bass and the pounding of the drums and to let the words roll around in your head like a strange yet wonderful book you can’t put down, but I’m doing it again right now.
The day everything became nothing,
I was standing underneath a streetlight, Wishing I’had a cigarette.
I can’t recall anything unusual about it.
If there was something in the air,
If the skies had clouded over, I’wasn’t aware, I’was too bored to care.
No thunder roared. No lightning cracked.
No missiles rained from the sky. This was no sneak attack.
There was just suddenly this awful lack.
Things had changed, that’s for sure.
The day everything became nothing, you couldn’t put your finger on what had gone wrong.
The alleys were still dirty; the garbage still smelled;
There was no panic in the streets; Just a lot of grief…
In people’s faces, in their eyes…a mixture of horror and total surprise.
This was no apocalypse. No one heard a voice from the sky,
There were no miracles at the 7-eleven,
No one screamed, no one even asked why.
It was just like everything had somehow, quietly died.
So let it die!
I can’t recall much of what happened next.
I was on my way to visit this woman I’knew.
All we had in common was good sex,
And now I’couldn’t even remember her address.
A group of us, just strangers, got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem.
We talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional responsibility.
I couldn’t remember my name, so I called myself bob.
It’s weird being a bob, but i’ll get used to it.
I have to.
The library is no longer a warehouse for dead books. Just in time for the information economy, the library ought to be the local nerve center for information.
…
We all love the vision of the underprivileged kid bootstrapping himself out of poverty with books, but now (most of the time), the insight and leverage is going to come from being fast and smart with online resources, not from hiding in the stacks.
The next library is a place, still. A place where people come together to do co-working and coordinate and invent projects worth working on together. Aided by a librarian who understands the Mesh, a librarian who can bring domain knowledge and people knowledge and access to information to bear.
The next library is a house for the librarian with the guts to invite kids in to teach them how to get better grades while doing less grunt work. And to teach them how to use a soldering iron or take apart something with no user serviceable parts inside. And even to challenge them to teach classes on their passions, merely because it’s fun. This librarian takes responsibility/blame for any kid who manages to graduate from school without being a first-rate data shark.
Tom Waits - More than Rain
It’s more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
it’s more than thunder
it’s more than a bad dream now that I’m sober
You Know What - N.E.R.D.
More summertime poolside jams to get things goin’.
I always really have wanted to like N.E.R.D. and maybe I haven’t listened enough but everytime I hear him sing it’s like.. Oh wait. He can’t.
Hey man,
Could you make me a sweet little landing page for *new client you’ve never heard of*?
I’d like something that I could easily put offers and contact forms in. It doesn’t have to be fancy but I know that what you make will look good
Can you give me an eta on that?
Thanks!*boss*
So Monday’s off to a great start. No content, no theme, no guidelines, purpose or guidance, or anything. I bet this will turn out great. Currently I’m contemplating just sending him a blank page.
Yeah, just like my douchebag ex-boyfriend reportedly feels ignored during my earth-shattering orgasms following sex with much better lovers.