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Thursday, October 07, 2004

No New Entries

Work (lots of it), editing other people's poems (cool ones) and a cold (a long one) and a weekend away (a good one) -- these are my reasons. Not only are there no new poems, even the blog is neglected.

Still, I log on to newspapers on the Web most mornings to see what's up, listen to the BBC World Service at night -- and read my friends' poetry & blogs.

Re-reading Gibson's Pattern Recognition now, and I really understand the heroine, Cayce, when she feels at home on another continent only when at last she logs on to her favourite web forum and reads the latest posts ;)

I WAS creative tonight: cooked a pork, tomato, lemon and cream casserole and ate it by candlelight.

A sad excuse for a post, this.

Aisha, treading water





8 Comments:

Blogger Aisha said...

My own comment:
Chasing SNAFU (which I keep seeing and didnt know) I found this:

"SNAFU principle - /sna'foo prin'si-pl/ [WWII Army acronym for "Situation Normal: All Fucked Up"] "True communication is possible only between equals, because inferiors are more consistently rewarded for telling their superiors pleasant lies than for telling the truth." - a central tenet of Discordianism, often invoked by hackers to explain why authoritarian hierarchies screw up so reliably and systematically. The effect of the SNAFU principle is a progressive disconnection of decision-makers from reality. This lightly adapted version of a fable dating back to the early 1960s illustrates the phenomenon perfectly:

In the beginning was the plan, and then the specification; And the plan was without form, and the specification was void.

And darkness was on the faces of the implementors thereof; And they spake unto their leader, saying: "It is a crock of shit, and smells as of a sewer."

And the leader took pity on them, and spoke to the project leader: "It is a crock of excrement, and none may abide the odor thereof."

And the project leader spake unto his section head, saying: "It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none may abide it."

The section head then hurried to his department manager, and informed him thus: "It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength."

The department manager carried these words to his general manager, and spoke unto him saying: "It containeth that which aideth the growth of plants, and it is very strong."

And so it was that the general manager rejoiced and delivered the good news unto the Vice President. "It promoteth growth, and it is very powerful."

The Vice President rushed to the President's side, and joyously exclaimed: "This powerful new software product will promote the growth of the company!"

And the President looked upon the product, and saw that it was very good.

After the subsequent disaster, the suits protect themselves by saying "I was misinformed!", and the implementors are demoted or fired."

11:14 PM, October 07, 2004  
Blogger petergarner said...

Hey Aish. Is there a link for that story somewhere? Funeee. And hey, I thought you said you couldn't cook? The gig is up, my dear. No buying your way out of it with free gumbo next time ;-))) Sounded delicious!

RT

3:28 PM, October 08, 2004  
Blogger paula said...

Cooking? Hey, you have to come to Italy again and cook for Arrigo, Paola, Sandro and me. Sounds delicious what you ate.

11:59 AM, October 09, 2004  
Blogger Aisha said...

Teper and Paula,
There is cooking and cooking: I may cook on impulse when the moon is blue and someone has pressed on me an easy-to-follow recipe-- plus if when it is for me only, in case it goes horribly wrong.

6:52 PM, October 10, 2004  
Blogger Eliot Prufrock said...

I vote that the next time we get together, Aisha cooks. Heck, it can't be worse than dealing with alligators and she survived that :))

Eliot

9:36 PM, October 12, 2004  
Blogger Judy Clem said...

You cooked??? I think you have been holding out on us.

But, Helm, the question is not if she will survive cooking for us but if we can survive eating it.

10:34 PM, October 12, 2004  
Blogger Eliot Prufrock said...

We have to eat it???

Oh.
Um.


:)))))

12:50 AM, October 13, 2004  
Blogger Aisha said...

And I will cook Alligator Pie!

Hah!

10:43 PM, October 13, 2004  

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