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July 4, 2005

Resistance is Popular: Classistance

[insert utterance appropriate to the linguistik kulture operationally predominant at the most granular level]
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” our ” [still tentative based on currently debated certitude regarding the relationship being invoked, but subbed-in for the traditional ‘my’ toward incremental improvement]
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? [still no term sufficiently PC or otherwise up to the dauntible task of seating comfortably and compatibly even (potentially shape-shifted/-ing in process of taking on physicality, i.e. their clicking through the user’s agreement appended formulaically to the metaphorical download and autoinstall of their voluntary-though-work-related subjection to the antiquatedly inflexible (to them, likely laughably so) and arcane ((a compulsorily admissible descriptor for even the more ardently nostalgic and adorating adherents of the venerated mechanical workhorse ((some would say ‘trojan horse,’ still others, ‘sawhorse’)))among operative systematics known and persistently extant in the universe)) laws of Physics.) strawperson-level reps for the animal, mineral, vegetable, force, construct—whatever—let alone their exponential versioning as tweaked and tailored at cultural, national, organizational, familial, social, and personal levels—that is uniquely ever-sympathetic, ever-comprehending, and ever-present (e.g. of above: “…or, simply locationally unfettered?, i.e. its presence is not required because, as my personal belief system posits (unfoundedly, hence here after hours), it is an existential formation for whom and/or which physical geography is irrelevant and therefore non-utilized and misundertood in home domain). Or, another example, might have diety (dietetic?) functions handled by the spin-spawning, at incomprehensible rates and in incomprehensible varieties, momentary and immediate instances of miraculous divinity, macrosmically instantiated and harmonious, yet self-derivatively omnipotent (organically speaking) due to its hyper-situational and super-suited “made-to-orderness,” which comes from a “beckonCall”-based protocol which “requests” or makes visible/known the id:/relative locatenator (enabling interaction with the roving or non-spacially bound for the stationed or static) of the universal gap and desiring, along with pronosticated forecastings of the specs for its remediation (redemption, incarnation, a low-pro subject-carry on a sandy beach, water-to-wine, impersonation of deceased family members, streaming of PGP encrypted disconnected and floating artefacts of the constant retrofitting of the universal knowledge store, or maybe just the supernaturally harmless nudge that gets that kid out of getting the ticket his father would kill him for!) as speculatively interpolated at triage, itself triggered by lacky listeners (prayer becomes less boggling!). Because the hallmark efficiency and effectiveness is the birthright of every disposable dietylet. Because the whole, entire operation “commonly referred to as The Big Picture” before that paint-by-numbers dude on TV ruined the good name of oil-based fine arts everywhere) Duties, as well as risks, are distributed, fault-tolerant, and hot-swappable thanks to

because the enormity expansive application and warehousing operation went through a behind-the-scenes redesign that was successfully and totally hidden and seamless for logged on and living users of the information age even as it was kept trancendentally transparent internally (in-house, in heaven) with usability testing and rounds of QA handled in a policy-perfect cooperative manner, with divs divvied out to divisions according to the haute ‘n’ hallowed heavenly hierarchy. These minor efficiency gains specially combined for synergism, were ultimately enough to buy the wiggle room for the drilling of disaster- and doomsday-contingency plans the board of directors was dandering up over at the time. The Rapid Development and Deployment Model subscription, because of it’s pure committment to modularity and non-flowcharty nature notable for backtracking and abandon(ment) more frequently than basic branching. This meant floor-up creationism technology would be used—none of that lovably quirky evolutionary model—practical for it’s adaptibility and intriguing in it’s mysteriousness. The new models would be made with
new habitat
can’t put new wine (sweet ‘n’ kosher) in old bottles
object oriented programming and materialsm now a grinding friction on the mother board to be phased out according to their native event handlers (ie evolute or die, baby!)
redesign and retrofit
retrofitting
informed by revelations
whose logic stipulated a reverse engineering that (true to formly) nonintuitively structured the nanology and biologistics and neurologs on error, normalizing in routines its handling, and
nuclear kernal
registry keys
in the throne the throwing and threading of exceptions (now considered expecteds)
exception throwing
(rather than aspirational, egolaic wastage of non-fated or destiny-confirmed initializings
always already prepared rather than breathless waiting, hurry up and wait, queing, and constant resource intensive vigilance over garbage collection
bootstrapping bits, with booleans of absolute truths. scaleable, never paying for the sins of another’s asocially acceptable intangling memory pagination.
cache is freed. and reality is flush again.

my inclusive, diversity embracing transcription of the pervasive supplication cum perjorating exclamative, that no longer neither pretends to invoke “excetional” higher(-tension) powerlines or even to perform communicative work at all with any targeted reception beyond the setting of tone and flagging for (usually relativized) demands on regarding the timeing and response-output (effort), the setting of expectations as well as the staking of airspace and time travel claims as well as your own eurekaish relationship to the forthcoming responsible party for the holy head fake. each instance is a periferal but persistently personal partner. no onesize fits all, a one size fits one. it doesn’t there fore matter if the introductive verbal engine starting is for a non-phoneme (or aircraft) carrying vessel. a non-b reaking space. a timem-territoral pissing. faulty false alarms

the degree defining call on high was, before the digressive genetifantasy recess, meant to impart the alrm and anxiety I was feeling at that time—now just about 2 hours and twenty minutes ago (have I really done nothing else but this desquey dilly dally?—over the fact of my not having spent one second of this three day weekend on the the article that is due today. it looms even loomier now. I was going to then follow that little lead with a ledgering:
the other 8 (another, again) I just (had, then) bought from max, as well as the
+5 I scored on the block from a new guy or a rare guy, little latino, I think, actually looked pretty guidific, and who quizzed me over my occupation in law enforcement of the patrolling and prison populating varety. so stupid. amnd actually, I should ahvebeen the one interviewing and proofing him, him eing the change, the suspect, and matter of facting looking more like a copy than anyone else on that corner not in a blue suit;. damn, prodigious intake with the repurposing of the holiday. out there it’s the fourth of july. in here, it’s the day of reckoning, nay, the final hour, of my procrastination. o ye of procrastinating way, and the procrastinators, even the procastration nation, and the poor peoplle poor in productivity…and I am cracked out! i mean, in keeping with priors and all, i’m nothing like the image of heroiny rock stars in the hotel overstuff, eyes a slinted, speech a little stilted. I’m function at near full-speed , on time, and service satisfying—for most tasks (required of me home alone on a holiday…no, really. For example, and in honor of the holy day of overwrought nationalism, I used the Macromedia Fireworks image editing program, which I am not familiar with, which of course is not impressive ((I have nothing else, believe me!)) but taken with the preconcepted image editing software and storage database and memory (your brain), it doesn’t go. incompatible driver. you can’t be keith richards and operate a logorific toolbar that interacts with a number of palletes with terse (non0descriptive) terkms as labels) and expect to get anything done. I did some cool stuff too. but that wil have to wait for another post another day andother distraction), buit unfortunately, of all the horrible and horribly timed luck!—that, “most tasks”, doesn’t include writing an article on photography, a form I’m un informed about. this articlwe is fixing up to be areal expose. of my drug (‘)diction and disease, as well as my poseur posturing and positon as a photo player.

sighenology, not scientology…

oh, and the title? now that im getting to it? a wrapper reference to to the book I should be reviewin this very instant (every hour that goes by in New York City, another 47bniilionyific kazillion protoatypical, plasmatroic personal and ephemeral powers are instantiated and subseqwuently terminated (with honor) (unless by the task manager or the involvement of the ctrol alt delte key sequence). anyway, reify my resistane to writing. the classical nature of this natural essental phenom in my wooded areas. the learning involeved instensely her and now and indefinitely… Rippley. Believe it or not.

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