"Don't you ever ego surf," I ask Robin. "Don't you ever go looking to see where you are?" She says, no, she doesn't feel the need to do that. "I'm right here," she says.
Me, I'm not so sure. So every once in a while, I go have a look around. Lately, I've been messing with Google Print again. One thing I discovered that's sorta nice is that there are 140 books indexed there that mention Cluetrain.
There are also a couple that mention my other blog, which used to be --- and sometimes still is -- a webzine. But imagine my surprise to find it listed in Handbook of Research Design and Social Measurement by Delbert C. Miller. Click the link or the graphic, then search inside the book for "Entropy Gradient Reversals." Of course, this is meaningless information at this point -- and probably always was. But curious to look back and see the tracks we lay down, like the tunnels some insects carve under tree bark.
And then there was a mention in Web Word Wizardry: A Net-Savvy Writing Guide...
It would be a sad day if every ezine writer used the same style. Consider the benign, discursive style of Dr. Ralph F. Wilson's ezine, Web Marketing Today. Everything he writes has a strong personal stamp... and is selling, selling, selling all the way.
By way of extreme contrast, consider the style of Christopher Locke, aka RageBoy (see screenshot).
here's the screenshot...
Good thing you
can't really read that last line. Here's a bit of it in which I'm
attempting to describe a chapter of Gonzo Marketing I was working on in late December, 2000 -- way behind deadline to get the book on the stands in time for September 11.
As Nietzsche bought the farm in 1900, you can see that this sort of
general shakiness about the meaning of things has been floating
around for quite some time. Hell, you could go back to the classical
philosophers. Say you're walking in Memphis, home of Elvis and the
ancient Greeks. Is what you think a thing to be what everyone else
understands it as? Is the world as it appears to you, or does it look
completely different to someone who didn't grow up in Darien,
Connecticut and get an MBA from Wharton? Of course, Plato and
Aristotle and that lot wouldn't have been able to tell an MBA from a
bananafish. And anyway, who cares? Who cares, especially, because
such questions verge on dangerous ground, on terra incognita.
Business prides itself on hard-nosed practicality and pragmatism,
even if it gets all dewey-eyed wondering where its pragmatism came
from. Philosophy, anthropology, sociology, linguistics? Leave that
stuff to the long hairs. We got a business plan to write!
And so on for another 7,000 words. It doesn't get any better. And I
don't mean: "it doesn't get any better or "it just doesn't get any /better." I mean: it doesn't get any better.
(unrelated)
Possibly related...
To speak of a rock'n'roll cinema isn't to imply that such a thing exists or, apart from a few brief glimpses, ever has. Rather it is to suggest a zone of unrealized potential, mistaken identities, and blown chances -- a Loch Ness populated with a horde of missing links and deformed monstrosities. From Elvis to Ken (Tommy-rot) Russell. Scorpio Rising's "He's a Rebel" (Jesus as Leader of the Pack) to Performance's "Memo from Turner" (Mick Jagger as Ike and Tina by way of William Burroughs), the relationship between rock and movies constitutes a history of what might have been. At the same time, the marriage of Hollywood's pandering impulses to rock's lust for assimilation has given us MTV: the revenge of each upon the other. With music and the moving image locked in a dance of mutually assured destruction, the form amounts to a pox a deux on both their houses.
from: Scorpio descending: in search of rock cinema
by Howard Hampton
source: Film Comment, 1 March 1997
via: 
HighBeam™ Research
Copyright © 1997 Film Society of Lincoln Center
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