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Not those Seven Words.
Well, maybe.
Harebrained ideas or hairbrained ones, you decide.
Labels: computer, geek, homage, language, technology

I was IM'ing with my buddy D the other day and this transpired:
(6:23:58 PM) me: I did go to see Iron Man this weekend tho
(6:24:04 PM) D: How was it?
(6:24:38 PM) D: The comment I heard was that, unlike many superhero movies, the lead character is not a teenager/young adult trying to fit in.
(6:24:45 PM) me: Worth a matinee price. Robert Downey Jr: good. Jeff Bridges: pretty good. Mrs. Coldplay: did not have much to work with.
(6:24:58 PM) me: No, he's a CEO.
(6:26:01 PM) D: We definitely need more entertainment that helps boost the self-esteem of insecure CEOs.
(6:27:02 PM) me: I kept wondering whether it will get released in Germany under the name Eisenmensch
(6:27:18 PM) D: Everything sounds more sinister in German.
(6:27:23 PM) me: Eisenmann sounds like a person of the Jewish faith.
(6:27:41 PM) me: But he does turn into a mensch in the 2nd half
(6:27:56 PM) D: Is mensch German, or Yiddish?
(6:28:04 PM) me: Probably the latter.
(6:28:59 PM) me: Someone pointed out that Puccini's Madama Butterfly seems completely different if you refer to it as Frau Schimmerling instead
(6:29:00 PM) D: Superman was Ubermensch in Niezsche. He wasn't Jewish.
(6:29:09 PM) me: Oh, that's right.
I was looking at the recent pageload activity for this blog over at Statcounter's excellent service and stumbled upon this totally excellent re-rendering of part of my sidebar from the French Babelfish.
Thank you for that. I am thinking it might be nice to change the language used on the sidebar periodically, every other day, maybe.
No, I'm serious!
I haven't gotten into the Twitter phenomenon because I have not yet figured out why I should care to follow the rambling stream-of-consciousness of someone else, or why anybody would care to follow mine. Then I started to think of someone else has been accused of producing a chaotic flow of images and words - James Joyce - who created a masterpiece of self-absorption in his monumental book Ulysses. Fans of that work yearly commemorate the events depicted there with Bloomsday readings. In a way, blogs and static web content stand in relation to micro-blogs in the same way that traditional short stories and novels stood in relation to Modernist writing. What could be a better subject to take advantage of these ideas than Ulysses in an updated presentation using the wonder of Web 2.0?
Picture this: each of the major characters and a goodly number of the minor ones would be assigned Twitter accounts and those interested in the re-enactment would add them as friends. Early in the morning of June 16th the readers would receive the opening tweets from Buck Mulligan and Stephen Dedalus in the Telemachus episode. Besides their dialogue, they could send out a few links to geotagged images or sound pieces on the Web to further ground the experience. Then they'd follow Stephen and, later, Leopold Bloom around Dublin through their obsessive little observations throughout the day and into the night. Gerty MacDowell would play the key role in Nausikaa (though perhaps not the late Paddy Dignam) and the anonymous narrator of the Cyclops episode too. And of course at the end, Molly Bloom would take charge in the Penelope chapter. Everything would be in real-time and first-person as it should be, and the transcript of the day's worth of transmissions would constitute a record of the event as well.
Those who are not playing parts in the story (the "readers") probably ought to refrain from stepping on the action by sending messages of their own or everything could fall apart. And of course there would be the risk of Twitter's servers possibly not being able to keep up with the heavy load, which would add to the excitement, I think.
If one could pull this off, perhaps the next challenge would be to adapt Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse to the Twitter format, taking the form of messages sent over ten years.
Labels: book, language, literature, web
I would like to promote the adjective laocoonic, meaning one who seldom speaks except to say 'aaah, get them off of me, get them OFF!' Have we not all had days like that?
People don't know just what to do with the metaphor of the learning curve, speaking of it in such a variety of terms:
| Type of learning curve | Hits in Google (13 June 2007) |
| steep | 90700 |
| high | 41900 |
| fast | 28700 |
| sharp | 22300 |
| shallow | 19700 |
| slow | 12800 |
| gradual | 9290 |
| excellent | 4490 |
| gnarly | 5 |
| grotesque | 2 |
Labels: analogic thinking, language
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My last post mentioning syllogisms brought this nitpick to mind once more.
When I heard the phrase used on NPR the other day, I realized then and there that I didn't want to be the last person holding onto the original usage of this phrase. But it made me sad.
[Tombstone Generator is here.]