Bloggerati

Blogbursts. RSS. Blog Swarms on the look out for prey. Scripted blog activites, seemingly spontaneous. Ghost written blogs. People hired and fired because of blogs. Syndications. THE DEAR DIARY DAYS of blogging have gone forever. Enter the Big Wave. The Hype.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Chef left Southpark

The cheerfully politically incorrect series South Park
has Chef leaving - because of an episode where Tom Cruise

DIDN'T COME OUT OF THE CLOSET.

Hush now, Tom probably thought he was a skeleton.

Honi soit qui mal y pense.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

We Are A Conversation ....

We Are A Conversation is a philosophical saying that was used in the Sixties a lot. In a way it is also true for blogging, in that they are participatory in nature. But is "participatory" not just another trendy word for "interactive"?

No, and ...yes. The difference is that a website is interactive and lets users participate in that sense - but this is not an interaction between power equals. Notice the word "user".

Looking at the instruments being used for interaction between of bloggers - it's the blog tool - on all sides. A blogger assumes the role of a visitor, of a commentator and again of a blogger. We all participate in the others'
publications - in that way blogging certainly is interactive but it's more. It is interaction between participants.

Leuc Le Meur's version in regards to blogs is:

Traditional media send messages
Blogs start discussions

Found via Fredrik Wackå's corporateblogging

Gisela Strauss


Mark Morford's columns

. . . helped me get through the time after 9/11 when I worked at an U.S. chip manufacturer near Munich. My German superior from the Neue Bundesländer treated my - ever talking to any of the Americans who worked there as some sort of insubordination. East Germans are prone to detect some form of insubordination in the most innocent of behaviours. But my East German superior was also younger (!) than me which meant I needed to *prove* in all possible ways that I was willing and able to work *under* someone younger without *any* problems whatsoever.

I know now how to work for some East German person who is younger than me and prove myself as a flexible, adaptive co-worker:

Shut-up, work, do not ask any questions, never talk to any one outside the department, or better - never talk to anyone but your superior, pretend to not be able to speak English whenever possible. And work hard at finding former East-Germans totally exciting, astonishing, hip and noteworthy. And endure petty hurtful personal stabs, irrational accusations and hysterical screeching with a smile.

The problem was that the shock of 9/11 and the mourning and the sadness and the not being able to talk to people near me, in whose country I had been living happily for over 10 years, and bearing the triumphant schadenfreude of my superior was such a difficult task - in addition to working, that I must have appeared somewhat c l u m s y . Which then again inspired intense disdain in my immediate surroundings consisting of German co-workers who strongly believed in giving the East German person a break - as long as I - not them - was paying the price. Indulging a former East German in this way hence was the expedient, the politically correct thing to do - the poor thing had been Coming in From the Cold after all.

Which is why the strange and tortured humour of UC Berkeley alumni and Hearst - SF Gate contributor Mark Morford arriving in my email box in the form of a column every day was medicine, no dope for me.

It's all about retail, just like Jesus would have wanted . . . read Mark's column here

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Gore is Vital

Gore Vidal
Gore with cat at Ravello, Italy
is most likely the real reason I decided to leave Berkeley. Or better his State of the Nation speech at the UC Berkeley Auditorium. Unlike Berkeley underdoggism - which means barking up at anything to do with power - Gore Vidal's eloquent and funny speech revealed the lives of the rich, famous and infamous from the inside out - meaning from peer to peer. Gore was born into an American upperclass family, well-connected in terms of politics and money. His revelations are void of envy, cloaking itself as political correctness. His conclusions are that power happens as randomly as anything - there is no higher wisdom bestowing power and influence on those deemed worthy. Thus he suggests that an attitude of irreverence towards the extremely powerful together with deep, humourous compassion for humankind are the way to go.

At the panel discussion after his speech, some established leftist Berkeley journalist writer simply said, Gore you are full of shit - meaning of course - easy for you to talk like that - you come from money. Well I just had heard enough of the whiny, pol cor investigative journalism in Berkeley to know that this was envy screeching at eloquence.

This dude Gore, I felt, was on to something. And that something was not to be found in Berkeley anymore for me. Later that evening I met Gore Vidal at Amy Wallace's house (daughter of Irving). Then, in response to a "fan" letter I had sent him, he came back with correcting my commas.

Gore Vidal is living in Ravello, Italy, Mainland Europe.

Gisela Strauss, Munich, Germany, Mainland Europe
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The American German Business Club Munich


The American German Business Club Munich
with Patrtick Brennan presiding.