Skipped, indefinitely

October 24, 2010

Time to admit it: this ain’t working. We can wait endlessly for the internet to do its magical work of discovering us semi-automatically. But the honourable thing to do is to acknowledge once and for all that it just costs too much effort to be discovered semi-automatically. What with all the posting of comments on semi-popular websites and all of the trying to establish a personal relationship with people who you are physically impossible to meet (and that will always prefer the people they actually met when young and that they can, without hesitation, call their friends) and what-not-else that shouldn’t be but simply is the case.

So I’m going to focus my energy elsewhere until I’m really bored enough to do what one has to do to be successful. For, over time, there will come the time when I can sit in bars patiently suffering the self-centered boringness of successful people (people who have a say) and when I can spend time joining in on the innocent fun of those that have chosen at a younger time the right path (and are now mad at the world, but at least they are mad as part of an in-group).

Bye bye for now.

[On the off-chance that the internet makes a miracle: contact me via mail or leave a comment.]



Earnest tries but …

September 12, 2010

… fails. Miserably. At attracting attention, I mean. It is one thing to admit failure and another thing alltogether to admit that that failure is due to yourself. I only admit failure. What I do not admit is that I am the one who needs to change if I want to have success. Go fuck yourself! I don’t want to have success. I know what it takes to have success. You suck up – you comply – you forget what you really wanted and you replace it with what others want you to really want (and they, they want this only because they know they wanted something else than what they let themselves be sold into wanting before they sold themselves out to wanting others to want exactly the same thing that they wanted ‘because it’s reality, man, you just need to get used to it’ and all that shit). Let them bloody well go fuck themselves if they allow themselves to be fucked into wanting to fuck us over into fucking others over like they were fucked over.

My way, and all that shit. “Not original.”, you say? Well you are not original either then and if you have let yourself to be convinced by the powerful motherfuckers of ‘Be normal, don’t even try because people will find you laughable.’ leave us the fuck alone coz’ we are just doing our thing and we couldn’t care less whether it is original or bombastic or cliché or ridiculous. We couldn’t care less when we turn out to be average and stuff. There’s nothing wrong as far as we see with people, certainly not on the average. As long as we don’t have to settle for being average (worse: for being better than average in an average kind of way) it is OK. So many motherfuckers get praise, so much beauty is left undiscovered – we are fine with it … as long as you don’t want us to become a motherfucker because you believe praise is a sign of beauty.

No more Mr. Nice Guys. We know we will get there. So shut the fuck up and click the bloody links below the fold …

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I kid you not: O’Nest is a real work of art. People put him down but he springs back up, like a .. well .. springy type thing. He is worried he attracts no big following on our twitter page but then he consoles ourselves with the thought that we’re just not the types to actively promote these things (and we don’t have references, because – you know – references take away the uncertainty about what you are experiencing; references are thé insurance against making a fool of oneself by liking something or somebody that is subsequently ridiculed by others). To come out of the brackets: liking – as loving – something is making it part of yourself, and it bloody hurts if even the smallest part of yourself is open to ridicule.

But never me mind all that Earnestness, you have probably come here for the take-down of some popular practice – or other. I give you: the reality-creating value of bullet points on slides: Read the rest of this entry »

Earnest’s Outlook

August 13, 2010

Go E-Z there, O’Nest. When I said ‘PoMo’, I also said ‘Un PoCo’. You’re scaring people, not the least of which am I.

So let’s talk about e-mail: the status of my Outlook has been particularly piss poor lately – it was in fact so piss poor that I felt compelled to start twittering on our behalf (find us here!). When I say piss poor I mean I had so little incoming e-mail that I seriously had to consider cleaning up my InBox. Not even did I get one of those regular mails in which one is warned about not sending too much e-mails because it will impact efficiency; yes, the sort of e-mail that probably has a reference to ‘Tips & Tricks’ in it and that motivates its warning with a call to respect one’s co-worker.

Let me tell you the Shakespearian truth about e-mail (&, as a bonus, about co-workers responsible for sending e-mails warning about e-mails): Read the rest of this entry »

Back, in Earnest

August 5, 2010

Life is much more sophisticated now. There used to be times in which people needed to kneel in order to show that they were no threat to the established order. Worse, in order to get anywhere you needed to make sure you fell in grace by a continued effort of bowing and kneeling and whatnot. Not that this was enough to get you definitely out of the whims of the powerful, no, in order to achieve that you needed to kneel and fall into grace and do whatnot and finally kill some of the fuckers in power to make place for your sorry old self.

No, life is much more sophisticated now we work on objective merit, as follows: Read the rest of this entry »

Summer Break

July 9, 2010

Sorry fellas, it’s too hot for me to handle (and yes, O’Nest was right, you were not nice).

We’re outta here, at least until such time as the number 8 figures in the second and fourth positions of the, abbreviated, date code. You have some catching up to do anyways …

So you’ll be missing this: Read the rest of this entry »

OK then, I’ll continue to play. When I see poor Guido struggling & realize neither of us was giving the poor guy feedback I know I should be grateful for having you (I’m being O’Nest here).  Posting the present excerpt I hope Guido will, like I will, heed the message of the poem on which it (and frankly most of this, our, book) is based:

Relax, don’t do it.
When you want to go to it.
Relax, don’t do it!
When you want to come.

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June 17, 2010

I’m a bit down. You know, when your best friend attacks you like that. I mean, it is practically as if we are sharing a body. And then, he turns on you and he lashes out.

Sometimes, my friends, life is like an over-the-top door-to-door salesman who wants you to be able to sell yourself ‘if you’re going to be worth it’. Life can be a bitch that wants you to be presentable and on your best and worthy of attention.

That sucks big time because, mostly, I couldn’t care less than to sell myself. I am like the lead character in a show called ‘The Man Who Could Not Sell Himself.’ Worse: in a short story of literary pretensions; a short story without a real lead character, peopled with undead personalities of the type of fiction where no-one feels a sudden urge to fart (unless it is to make a point on how such a sudden-urge-to-fart-ness character puts into perspective the most supreme moments of romantic solemnity – which is obviously a most romantic point to make.

Yeah, I am that non-character. If the body doesn’t want me, maybe I should leave it … & you. You’re a bunch of losers that can’t be trusted to take any of this in earnest.

And now I was being O’Nest.

I have a thing for the ‘If .. then ..’- clause. The world is waiting for the Aristotle of the ‘If .. then ..’-clause. In other words: If one would be able to explain the ‘If .. then ..’-clause, then one would be able to explain what can be explained.

Does the title mean that anybody O’Nest is also an Earnest. No, it obviously doesn’t. At most it hints that, whenever you find an O’Nest, you will probably also have found an Earnest. Clearly, the order is crucial; it is not possible to read the title as whenever you find an Earnest there is a good chance that it is also an O’Nest.

To have some fun, we could say:

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Earnest: Prayers

June 4, 2010

I’m an atheist. But I also want to be O’Nest: on occasion I pray. I am somewhat of an Earnest atheist maybe because I’ve found it difficult to ridicule religious people, when their faith seems have a nice intrinsic Kierkegaardian motivation. Do not get overexcited though, for the moralizingly pious zealots that feel not the least doubt when defending the extrinsic organization that motivates them to desire punishment on other-minded people, I don’t even find ridicule in my heart.

Now I have put the disclaimer, I can proceed. First, to apologize for the disclaimer. Second, to forward a thesis that will be explored over the fold:

The thesis:It is possible to justify ‘supernatural’ beliefs on purely naturalistic grounds“.

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