Accidental Empires

08 Aug

empires-accidental

Accidental Empires

samplex

Date: Aug 8, 1997

Stephen E. Taylor wrote:
Thanks for the swinging Gates news. Have you had a chance to catch the PBS feature based on the Robert Cringely book? I believe that it was called Accidental Empires. It centers around the rise of the silicon valley microcomputing giants. Very interesting. It played here a few days ago, and I am hoping that it will work its way 'round again. Would be worth taping.

No I haven't seen the PBS special but I bought AND read the book several years ago. I lent it to Bernard Chisley and had to ask for it back, something I really hated doing because he won't retake possession of that sloppy blue heavy wooden stepladder he says some friend of his left over at his house some ten years ago. Now I've had it for three, maybe four years, and have tried to return it several times but he never wanted it, but I surely hated to lose AE and neither of us had ever suggested any deal for a trade, so I swallowed my pride and asked for it back, conjuring some white fib along the lines of I wanted my wife to read it. Well, I wasn't lying. I did want her to read it, but Sue read about 15 pages and set it aside. As you well know it is a psychological impossibility for the two of us to ever read the same book, any book.

I tag occasionally what I find interesting for some ulterior web purpose, usually pragmatically inclined, but I've seen nothing of the vanguard that I figger you'd salivate over, Steve. Not that I really surf all that much to stub my toe on anything rockin' pneumonia or boogie woggie gotta scream it from the rooftops of Calcutta cool. Maybe an hour once a week, one brick at a time. iMote? Well, I'm putting finishing touches on the corporate appeal look, and will then port all the other stuff over to Scenewash Org, as I mentioned in the last note. Yes, there's lots of stuff you might find afresh buried deep among where the iMote soles have wandered, but I think at this point on the curve you are on your own pal. You might check out the revamped Misguided Tour where you'll find a nifty snapshot of Yast & Yeast all akimbo in backyard scrabble match . . .

Uh, I did get an interactive form up and running. It's on the Bookskellar page.

The attorney is flying to Saudia Arabia in two weeks to meet with Pharaon and discuss details. The website IS happening, says Barry, because the client wants one. It just a matter of ironing out some legal wrinkles. Meanwhile he is sending me the check retaining me through September 1, while delaying any movement on the site until after this attorney’s fears are snuffed. Barry says attorneys are trained to say NO, and so I wait, geez. Talk about money for nothing, but where are the chicks for free…
Yeah, pick me up some weightlessness galoshes. I tipped the scales at a whopping 291 pounds of blubber this morning, and yet am on tap for a Maryland crab wingding with strangers and some tomorrow. Are wired-shut jaws for this omniverous beastly epicure very far behind?

On the Burroughs kick, two words, good riddance. Nobody won because nobody found and entered the "Pick Uncle Bill's Time of Death Pool" I'd spackled to his Literary Chip page about a year ago. Oh well, the idea did get some good press from the WSB BBS on Prodigy a couple of years back when I first imagined it. I'll write about Burroughs in depth one of these days, since I did get up & personal with his latter day boys over there in Lawrence once upon a time, but frankly can't spare the time currently. Guess this paragraph will have to suffice as my "timely" remarks on the passing on one of the world's most famous misanthropes.

Caught Hunter S on NPR yesterday promoting his better book of letters. Seems he carbon copied every letter he ever wrote (man after my own heart), purported to number some 22,000 pieces. He scandalized in personal attacks literal hordes of famous people before he become famous himself, thus joining their cult. But here's my point. The man in cadence, vocabulary, tone, and whatever else the human voice transmits on its way into the outside squirrel of daggers shares an eerie resemblence to one Richard Shipman of Capitol Hill. I mean, a profound similarity. I've heard Thompson mutter before, but I never make this connection, yet here it was piping hot into my carefully played ears, Tim's pop, an old famous curmudgeon on the radio reading slurfishly over a few lines with corrosive dismissal and petrified aplomb . . .

Finally making some real money. What I mean is, compared to the pennilessness of my past few years, every dime I make is a boon to our monthly overhead. That Pharaon account just paid another month in advance this afternoon, and I've literally done nothing yet except the home page design while stuffing a thousand bucks into my pocket. Pharaon is still proofing the writer Zorthian's work, but I should be getting the gist of that introduction on floppy tonight with a few corrections next week. My contact suggests this monthly retainer contract should run a minimum of two years unless we screw it up. Unbelievable! especially after all the nasty prognostications that were hurled in the dog-paddling heats just prior to the great SETTLING of dust in late June.

Pitch, on the other hand, seems to be playing it by ear, so it looks doubtful that he's ever going to come aboard as PR talent, but there are several layers of Hector Alcalde to work, including his maggified horse farm, so I've got plenty of work staring at me now. Even Pitch's girlfriend Karen doubts she and he are in it for the long haul, after months of thinking so, says Sue. I guess I'll have to look elsewhere for a customer rep.

Steve, are you brushing up on your HTML and graphics skills while you pursue the Pennsylvania life of leisure this summer? Surely you could pick up a little jingle tilling the Internet soil up in them thar hills, or are you heading in a different direction(s) today?

Gotta go. Hey Landry. Peter. Just wanted you guys to know I'm still lurking. Bob knows. And Steve? Well, this note's for you, bud.

GT

P.S. Just when one thinks he has it made, boom! Just got off the phone with Barry Zorthian. The New York lawyers have put a screeching halt on the Pharaon website, thinking the feds will try to confiscate, despite the obvious proclamations toward freedom of speech et cetera. Barry wonders if I might be able to find a virtual web server in France or some other European jurisdiction, and still webmaster it for the client. Dunno I say, but I'll research it. The attorney is flying to Saudia Arabia in two weeks to meet with Pharaon and discuss details. The website IS happening, says Barry, because the client wants one. It just a matter of ironing out some legal wrinkles. Meanwhile he is sending me the check retaining me through September 1, while delaying any movement on the site until after this attorney's fears are snuffed. Barry says attorneys are trained to say NO, and so I wait, geez. Talk about money for nothing, but where are the chicks for free...

P.S.S. Francoservers virtually non-existent after two hours of search. I finally found a single ISP, but no virtual server. I found one VS advertised in the French language, but it was located in California. I figger this fear of American retribution will fade away. I mean, what is there to lose? Shutdown of a simple personal site? What's lost? I'll keep a mirror on hand. Geez, I think Barry's right. This is simply attorney paranoia OD and will fade soon enough. Did eyeball some ugly sites though for all my troubles.

Agreed—I can't imagine the DoJ shutting down a personal site. Whatever effect recent legislation and litigation may have had on free expression, there is no denying that a very wide variety of viewpoints have been allowed to flourish and express themselves on the web in great detail. Unless, of course, they show a nipple...SET

© 1997 - 2013, Gabriel Thy. All rights reserved.

Leave a Reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.

S A M P L E X

"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""


Top

Login