Saturday, July 11, 2009

The metadata mantra

"ALL ACTIONABLE METADATA SHOULD BE DISCOVERABLE METADATA"


This refers to humanly actionable metadata, but in searching out the phrase "actionable metadata," which I came up with independently, I came upon the concept of machine-actionable metadata, which had not occurred to me. The discoverability refers to legal discoverability. I have not thought through the recursive aspects of this.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I have often been asked

I have often been asked, why do you do the things that you do.  Why, the relentless self-destructive vices, the lack of integrity, the foolish indifference to your destiny.


Why, when with just a few minor cosmetic changes you could be swimming to Rio with the sharks.  Too metaphysical for ja?

Ach, lassen Sie mich hilfen mit einem flasche bier, noch ein bier, ein feines bier, mit hopfschen und milchlein um zoll getrunken zu werden.  Wunderschoen, gar nicht.


Tuesday, January 27, 2009

They want me back

In order that all this fine blogging not be taken down, I have received email requesting that I sign in.  Well, here I am, still alive almost 2 years later.  Not everything has yet come to pass, that must.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

My Last Post

This will be my LAST POST. It has been a good experience blogging here. However my identity is about to undergo a permanent overhaul and it will no longer be practicable to blog here, or perhaps anywhere. Goodbye.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

One year ago

I was about to start a whirlwind tour of a place on the west coast that we seriously considered living. It rang to the tune of Laura Nyro's 'Goodbye Joe'--a song you should hear at times of great change in one's life. But that did not come to pass. No mountains, no Pacific ocean. Instead I am going back, back, back to where I came to here from. And are the old demons of 10 years ago stirring and whooping it up to be free from the catacombs of my brain. And another part of me fears, with a terror like none before, and waves of unspoken guilt, fear, sadness, remorse, and resignation, flooding me with tears and thoughts of being trapped, trapped in a karmic cage of my own making. I could be looking at a loss of everything. I have known that payback time was coming. May my beloved be spared the grief and privation that I alone deserve. But yea only He who is just can exact justice, and his ways cannot be divined by our imperfect and sundered souls. They smile in your face, all the while they gonna take your place, the BACKSTABBERS, BACK STABBERS! SMILING FACES, SOMETIMES, PRETEND TO BE YOU FRIEND. CAN U DIGGIT CAN U DIGGIT? I am Judas but Judas could be Jesus too, if but would. Judas hung himself rather than take his fate. My fate I will suffer and I will sweat out each perfidious lie and cheat and self-serving half truth with drops of blood, urine and excrement. HOLY HOLY HOLY IS THE GOD OF HOSTS. BLESSED IS HE WHO COMES IN THE NAME OF THE LORD HOSANNA IN THE HIGHEST. Elohim Adonai Amen.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

It's about to really hit the fan

The turds are going to fly in a few days, I mean right into the fan. Put another way, I am just waiting for the repercussions to hit. But it is going to end. Somehow I don't know exactly when but it will end. I must expiate my sins. I know it is coming. Karma. It's a bitch.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Spring is here

The daffodils are out--but I had 2 go 2 c m.