Wednesday, September 21, 2005

The Diary

IpV6 can have a maximum of exactly 340282366920938463463374607431768211456 addresses. And I have 90 bucks left. Gandhi is waiting outside my window for me to finish posting, so we can go and play golf together.

The world is not a strange place. I am fairly sure that you have all read about how this world is all artificial, all fucked up etc - but it's not. Nothing is artificial. It's natural. Cars are natural. Artificial Intelligence is natural. My pen is natural - it all evolved from something natural; even if we don't consider our intelligence as natural, we are part of the universe and its evolution.

Money, money, money - and then more money. Money, in the form of coins, notes or assets is what most humans identify as the direct link to happiness. Although some have tried to spread the rumours that money isn't happiness, we all know it is.

A blog is some kind of diary. A public diary. Note that "normal" diaries aren't really personal either. If you had a "personal" diary, you should make sure the CIA, NSA, PTA or alcohol support group will never have access to it. You should also make sure that the diary is destroyed as soon as you die. That would be personal. But we write in the hope to be read, and if it's private stuff, we'll write in the hope that we're long dead when it's read. Which never happens.

The diary. The cute innocent girl living a happy life with her new husband falls on his diary - she reads all about him and her best friend - and wham! The diary... Used to fool the cunning private detective, leading him onto a wrong path - but of course, he's cunning, and he'll understand that the real diary was destroyed, and it was a suicide disguised into a murder. The diary, opening the minds of young children to the art of cryptography or the art of hiding things. The diary, the blog, money, the universe and IpV6. All of this sums up to: there's a goblin under my bed. How can I convince him/her to do the dishes while I'm sleeping?

I like Jazz now. The music is soft, beautiful, rythmed. It's like the performers are naturally producing sound frequencies that can soften up anything.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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