Satyendra Patra: how's preparation of the 4oth? you must be busy
Ty Hardaway: eh, i farm it out
Satyendra Patra: nice
Ty Hardaway: most of it - i do oversight
Satyendra Patra: the boss
Ty Hardaway: hey, what is your gmail account? i remembered marcy.saty, but what is yours
Ty Hardaway: the boss in leiu of a REAL boss
Satyendra Patra: saty.patra***
Ty Hardaway: that's what I thought
Ty Hardaway: the NYer article makes me want to start a school or move to france
Ty Hardaway: we're screwed
Satyendra Patra: yes we are
Satyendra Patra: moving to france is worse
Satyendra Patra: they have their own problems
Ty Hardaway: they sure do
Satyendra Patra: prehaps we need a technocratic school
Satyendra Patra: religious folks need not apply
Ty Hardaway: sure - but ALL religious can apply and are encouraged
Ty Hardaway: we teach respect of all
Satyendra Patra: that is a problem
Ty Hardaway: yes, but we can't weed religion - what kind of liberal would be be :)
Satyendra Patra: to fight fascism, you have to be against them
Ty Hardaway: i know...
Satyendra Patra: to fight fanaticism, you have to be against them
Ty Hardaway: i know...
Ty Hardaway: to fight fiction, you have to be for reality
Satyendra Patra: yep
Ty Hardaway: when people sneeze, I say "voodoo"
Ty Hardaway: people say, "why did you say voodoo?"
Ty Hardaway: I say it's the same as "bless you" - same to me
Satyendra Patra: yeah
Ty Hardaway: it's crazy, man
Ty Hardaway: we have few choices - fighting is looking like our only option
Ty Hardaway: democrats as an organization are too weak
Ty Hardaway: liberals are lazy
Ty Hardaway: we need structure, man
Satyendra Patra: i don't know - i am by not means an atheist or even angnostic but the religious right is making an outright denunciation a tempting thing
Satyendra Patra: lazy yes
Satyendra Patra: i think there is a difference in the american dream
Satyendra Patra: the liberal dream is a personal dream - to do the best for oneself and one's family
Satyendra Patra: the religious right dream is a social
Ty Hardaway: i have firmly moved into OUTRIGHT DENUNCIATION - in set-reset theory, it's my only move
Satyendra Patra: they want to convert everything to their way of thinking
Satyendra Patra: that is "success" for them
Ty Hardaway: i think they are both social dreams, actually. the liberal dream is the "good for us all" dream - the conservative right dream is "what's good for me is what's good for us all" - subtle actually -- we agree
Ty Hardaway: i wouldn't call liberals selfish per se
Ty Hardaway: they/we are TOO caring at times
Satyendra Patra: not selfish
Satyendra Patra: they are willing to live in a place where differences exist as long as those difference don't hinder their own dreams
Satyendra Patra: not the christian right
Ty Hardaway: unfortunately, we now HAVE to get tough, nasty and mean -- ORGANIZED
Satyendra Patra: they are different from regular conservatives
Ty Hardaway: absolutely (pun)
Ty Hardaway: end times
Ty Hardaway: god's will
Ty Hardaway: predetermination
Satyendra Patra: lol
Ty Hardaway: vs
Ty Hardaway: ozone
Ty Hardaway: global equity
Ty Hardaway: peace
Satyendra Patra: maybe we should start and ozone cult
Satyendra Patra: :)
Satyendra Patra: and write a new creationg story
Ty Hardaway: a chapter in my advisor's book (gard advisor) is called "how to start your own cult"
Satyendra Patra: on the first day, ozone was created
Ty Hardaway: he's a persuasion expert
Ty Hardaway: the christian right uses the techniques play by play
Satyendra Patra: yeah, they are quite smart
Ty Hardaway: smart, committed, well-funded, long-term thinking, etc.
Ty Hardaway: all the tools for success
Satyendra Patra: the foundation of all this is actually apathy in the citizens
Ty Hardaway: true
Satyendra Patra: as long as people don't care, they can be persuaded by these means
Satyendra Patra: they are not going to go look for the truth
Ty Hardaway: i guess it has to get worse for the majority, personally, for people to take action, but then the road back to the middle will be really difficult
Ty Hardaway: "support the troops"
Ty Hardaway: "these colors don't run"
Ty Hardaway: Freedom Frieds
Ty Hardaway: Fries
Satyendra Patra: i don't think there is any other way
Satyendra Patra: so teaches history
Ty Hardaway: All classic attitude and persuasion techniques -- pure social psychology
Satyendra Patra: yep
Satyendra Patra: hitler used it
Ty Hardaway: so we will suffer in the interim - probably not us personally
Ty Hardaway: yes the parallels to nazi germany are astounding
Satyendra Patra: i would not count on us not suffering
Ty Hardaway: every google: bush hitler
Ty Hardaway: agreed
Ty Hardaway: but others will suffer much more
Satyendra Patra: the foundation for the "world economy" is quite fragile
Ty Hardaway: we'll suffer cerebrially more than anything
Ty Hardaway: our spirits will suffer
Satyendra Patra: that's for sure
Ty Hardaway: we will feel insult
Ty Hardaway: outrage
Ty Hardaway: breathe nasty air
Ty Hardaway: be bombarded with propaganda
Ty Hardaway: watch our children become republican accountant lawyers
Satyendra Patra: but i don't see any clear alternative leader in the liberal side
Satyendra Patra: clinton?
Satyendra Patra: who?
Ty Hardaway: liberal is such a bad "brand" now
Satyendra Patra: they might
Ty Hardaway: "progressive" is dead
Ty Hardaway: We need to form the New Right
Ty Hardaway: Right as in 'correct' not direction
Satyendra Patra: what if they start telling us that we will go to hell because we are not christians
Ty Hardaway: there is no hell
Ty Hardaway: it's a fairy tale
Satyendra Patra: yeah
Ty Hardaway: prove it
Satyendra Patra: they will be like
Satyendra Patra: remember the early 90s
Satyendra Patra: clinton having blowjobs
Satyendra Patra: that was hell
Ty Hardaway: good for him
Ty Hardaway: if that was hell i hope all our US soldiers in Iraq go to that hell
Satyendra Patra: lol
Ty Hardaway: clinton having blowjobs
Ty Hardaway: my answer: grow up
Ty Hardaway: grow up you sniveling cowards
Ty Hardaway: dean is fighting
Satyendra Patra: i can see one trend that will derail the christian right
Ty Hardaway: i've asked him to keep fighting
Satyendra Patra: in a decade or so
Ty Hardaway: there is not one trend - except for scandel
Ty Hardaway: but they control all information - or soon will
Satyendra Patra: yeah but that will not matter much if the population dynamic changes dramatically
Satyendra Patra: like if the there is a significant hispanic and muslim population increase in the next decade
Satyendra Patra: christian right is a largly white phenomenon
Ty Hardaway: i know. they are taking NPR, PBS, the universities, etc.
Ty Hardaway: yes, but there are huge developing pockets in hispanic and black evangelical
Ty Hardaway: it
Ty Hardaway: is
Ty Hardaway: scary
Satyendra Patra: yes. but what about muslims
Ty Hardaway: bush and co are courting them
Ty Hardaway: what about the dirty terrorists? we should deport or kill them.
Ty Hardaway: see?
Satyendra Patra: yeah. but only while their population is relatively small
Satyendra Patra: that can change
Satyendra Patra: look at britain
Ty Hardaway: it is not difficult to express outrage w/o looking like a kook
Satyendra Patra: france
Ty Hardaway: yes, WORLDWIDE this is happening
Ty Hardaway: and it will impact the US
Ty Hardaway: meanwhile China is waiting...
Ty Hardaway: waiting...
Ty Hardaway: and buying our debt...
Ty Hardaway: and waiting...
Ty Hardaway: the experiment is at its end
Ty Hardaway: we predicted that communism would eat itself
Satyendra Patra: at the right time, they will want us to bail them out so that they can bail us out
Ty Hardaway: democracy too
Ty Hardaway: rampant, uncontrolled democracy (w/o proper checks and balances) is doomed
Ty Hardaway: "democracy" note quotation marks
Satyendra Patra: exactly
Satyendra Patra: that sort of democracy is called apathy
Ty Hardaway: so instead of welcoming change, diversity, etc.
Ty Hardaway: we become total xenophobes, isolationists, arogant pigs
Ty Hardaway: but we have military might second to none...
Ty Hardaway: ...but China builds and waits...
Satyendra Patra: yeah but so did britain, germany and russia at point or another
Ty Hardaway: The Romans
Ty Hardaway: The Greeks
Ty Hardaway: The Spanish
Satyendra Patra: yep
Ty Hardaway: So when we need China to bail us out, we will have control of all oil passage...
Satyendra Patra: i am not opposed to china being the dominant economy
Ty Hardaway: you have no choice!
Satyendra Patra: yeah, but i am not sorry about that either
Ty Hardaway: agreed
Ty Hardaway: fortunately (or unfortunately), my life is 'bout half over.
Ty Hardaway: brennan and your kids will really have to duke it out
Satyendra Patra: true
Satyendra Patra: see that battle is at a qutie different plane
Satyendra Patra: it is not about being a liberal or religous conservative
Satyendra Patra: it is about having skills
Satyendra Patra: that are relevant at that time
Satyendra Patra: and the way things are going, it does not look that promising for the us
Satyendra Patra: or our kids that is
Ty Hardaway: yeah, that scares the shit out of me
Ty Hardaway: i'm giving this to my dear daughter
Ty Hardaway: fuck!
Satyendra Patra: but that is almost unavoidable
Satyendra Patra: it is a natural phenomenon
Satyendra Patra: change
Satyendra Patra: what goes up must come down
Ty Hardaway: truly i believe that when Bush I uttered New World Order - he was talking some serious shit. much more serious and long-term and permanent than we ever gave him credit for.
Satyendra Patra: yeah the world has always been ruled by techonology
Satyendra Patra: but now that scope is much larger
Satyendra Patra: guns, germs and steel multiplied millions times over
Ty Hardaway: technology? ideology!
Ty Hardaway: see: http://www.cooperativeresearch.org/timeline.jsp?timeline=complete_timeline_of_the_2003_invasion_of_iraq&key_events=DSM
Satyendra Patra: ideology will always lose
Satyendra Patra: ask hitler
Ty Hardaway: he was close to jumping the hurdle - madness struck
Ty Hardaway: i don't disagree with you though
Ty Hardaway: ideology drives/creates technology - governments/specific adminstrations develop specific plans (patriot act) and weapons (satellite warfare) - it's related
Ty Hardaway: closely related
Satyendra Patra: but in the larger scheme of things, that is really temporary
Satyendra Patra: it will last a few hundred years perhpas at best
Ty Hardaway: true
Satyendra Patra: eventually technology is all about technology for its own sake
Ty Hardaway: well, the way we're ruining our livable environment, we all might have to ban together to survive
Ty Hardaway: this is funny: thechnology and ideology
Satyendra Patra: yeah, even when the earth as we know it desappears
Ty Hardaway: we type IMs to each other, right?
Ty Hardaway: and they are all logged in at NSA
Ty Hardaway: :)
Satyendra Patra: lol
Satyendra Patra: yeah
Satyendra Patra: but tech exists
Satyendra Patra: but who has the time
Satyendra Patra: to snoop of some low leverl banter
Ty Hardaway: exactly
Ty Hardaway: but, put the right combinations of words together and you raise your chances of "getting attention" - the spiders are always trolling
Satyendra Patra: true
Satyendra Patra: it will be an interesting world in the next 10 years
Ty Hardaway: i cannot imagine
Ty Hardaway: exponential change
Satyendra Patra: yeah
Ty Hardaway: and the religious conservatives want it to all look like the idealic Norman Rockwell 1950s.
Satyendra Patra: lol
Satyendra Patra: far from it
Satyendra Patra: it will be more like a sci fi movie
Ty Hardaway: it's so crazy
Satyendra Patra: with lots of poverty at one end
Satyendra Patra: and lots of technology at the other
Ty Hardaway: a really bad sci fi movie
Satyendra Patra: yep
Ty Hardaway: and small pockets of grand wealth
Satyendra Patra: and the two will be fighting it out
Satyendra Patra: poverty will be terrorism
Ty Hardaway: no, the grandly wealthy will hire other poor (military, nat'l guard) to keep the peace
Ty Hardaway: "fighting" it out - but hidden from the overlords!
Ty Hardaway: we have a screenplay in here somewhere
Satyendra Patra: lol
Satyendra Patra: star wars
Satyendra Patra: empire
Satyendra Patra: jedis
Satyendra Patra: resistance
Ty Hardaway: i can always count on our conversations to cheer me up!
Satyendra Patra: lol
Ty Hardaway: Darth Vader = dick cheney
Satyendra Patra: lol
Ty Hardaway: oh well, it is on our shoulders to get some positive traction on change, i suppose
Satyendra Patra: yep
Satyendra Patra: but it is a lot of small steps
Satyendra Patra: insignificant by themselves
Ty Hardaway: well, when you sneeze and i say, "voodoo" you'll know why
Satyendra Patra: yup
Ty Hardaway: open a few eyes, challenge assumptions, etc.
Satyendra Patra: yep
Ty Hardaway: saddens me that i won't be able to open history texts from, say, the year 3030 and see what happened (or, at least, what the spin will be)
Satyendra Patra: yeah
Ty Hardaway: O well...something to ponder, my brilliant friend
Ty Hardaway: you certainly keep me alive...it will be great to have you here again
Satyendra Patra: if we ponder too much, we go nuts though
Satyendra Patra: yes it will great to be back
Ty Hardaway: that's why we need each other - for sanity
Satyendra Patra: it might be as early as aug 1
Ty Hardaway: i'll be here
Satyendra Patra: agreed
Ty Hardaway: subtle balancing act: pondering/action/sanity/apathy
Satyendra Patra: yes, quite a bit of selection
Satyendra Patra: right now i am ignoring most news
Satyendra Patra: for instance
Ty Hardaway: me too!
Satyendra Patra: focusing on health issue like diet, exercise etc
Ty Hardaway: good for you (and all your loved ones)
Satyendra Patra: exactly
Satyendra Patra: can't croak at 40
Ty Hardaway: keep all of your eyes open though, count on us
Satyendra Patra: there will be no time to ponder
Ty Hardaway: i'll be 40 in four months!
Ty Hardaway: that may be for the best, Saty...
Ty Hardaway: can i publish this thread in my blog?
Satyendra Patra: sure
Ty Hardaway: later, gator
Ty Hardaway: say hey to Marcy
Satyendra Patra: lator
Ty Hardaway: :)
Satyendra Patra: yep and same to b and a
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8.28.2007
Ask Ty...August 28
Q:
Anyway. It is unclear where the derogatory term, "honky," originated but some argue that it is a put-down for nasal passage-impaired Caucasians who make "these loud hog-like [or goose-like] snorts" - thus, honking like a Canada goose.
Your co-worker has allergies (or is a cokehead). Your co-worker may be allergic to his own mold, perhaps. Occasionally, it seems, he has to snort the nasal and back drip into his throat (to spit or swallow) so that he can continue to breathe.
Now you understand. But that doesn't make him any less of a nasty, gross-ass motherfucker. A I right?
Right you are that most of your other co-workers are actively ignoring him. I mean, it's polite company you keep within your office. Get along to get along. But, there are ways to resolve this dissonance.
Next time he does this, gently clear your throat. You know, let him and others know that you noticed. Maybe he'll get the hint.
If that doesn't work, the next time you can pretend to cough while saying, "shutthefuckup" while making it sound like a gentle coughing.
If that doesn't work, the next time scream, "Fucking stop that you disgusting honky!"
Bonus:
Just a guess. - Ty
You might remember "Mold Man" from a previous Ask Ty! Well, we've made the move to the common room, and I'm happy to say that he's nowhere near as moldy as before.Ty: Good question and an even better observation, HA. And, you're right! Ask Ty! would be a great spot for Priceless Banter (the Kingdom of Leisure show starring Todd Hawking & Rich Rawlings). Priceless Banter (or "PB" as the kids say) is a show about a show, you know. Kind of like Jerry! but with much more of the swearing. It's full of illegal calls, copyright infringements, and other malicious and deliberate activities that we can get a way with since there is not attorney general now that AG Antonio Banderas has resigned. It would be great to do Ask Ty! on the big show. I could even make it "funny" or "irreverent." Gee. Thanks, HA.
The problem now, though, is the same guy, who sits a mere 20 feet from me, throughout the day, makes these loud hog-like snorts. He'll make several of them in a row, and maybe do it five or six times a day. I guess everyone else in the room is pretending not to hear it, because no one has said anything about it.
Ty, why is he doing this, and how can I get him to stop?
Just Wondering,
- Hog Adverse AKA Trippin' Mold While Working for the Man
(Hey, I think Ask Ty! would be a good segment for Priceless Banter)
Anyway. It is unclear where the derogatory term, "honky," originated but some argue that it is a put-down for nasal passage-impaired Caucasians who make "these loud hog-like [or goose-like] snorts" - thus, honking like a Canada goose.
Your co-worker has allergies (or is a cokehead). Your co-worker may be allergic to his own mold, perhaps. Occasionally, it seems, he has to snort the nasal and back drip into his throat (to spit or swallow) so that he can continue to breathe.
Now you understand. But that doesn't make him any less of a nasty, gross-ass motherfucker. A I right?
Right you are that most of your other co-workers are actively ignoring him. I mean, it's polite company you keep within your office. Get along to get along. But, there are ways to resolve this dissonance.
Next time he does this, gently clear your throat. You know, let him and others know that you noticed. Maybe he'll get the hint.
If that doesn't work, the next time you can pretend to cough while saying, "shutthefuckup" while making it sound like a gentle coughing.
If that doesn't work, the next time scream, "Fucking stop that you disgusting honky!"
Bonus:
- On the TV show The Jeffersons, George Jefferson regularly referred to white people as honkies. This usage added a familiar, less offensive tone to the word, which caused some acceptance of the term when used in the appropriate company.
- On an episode of Family Guy, to get out of jury duty Peter (a white man) attempts to pretend to be racist on an all-white jury and remarks "awful lot of honkies in here".
Just a guess. - Ty
5.16.2007
Ask Ty...May 16...STYLE!
Q: You have a very cool style.... And I wonder, how much of that is tied to your race?
- George Stephanopoulos
Ty: Good question and an even better observation, George. People just love my cool style and often attribute it to my race. Yes, I do try to bring out the best in JewFroPino style, but it's only partially tied to my race (you douche bag). Mostly, I strut based on a combination of high self value (Like Jesse Jackson taught me, "I am somebody!") and constant access to the freshest of fashion Dos and Don'ts in the K-Lands!
Here how my boy, Brock O'Baughmma, answered that question of George's:
From visor to pouch, Ty Hardaway breaks down his wares:
"I haven't really cultivated my own look just yet," says the Kingdom of Leisure artist, Ty Hardaway, 41, who just released his obscure third installment of the Maryland trilogy, Free Milk Seminar (link = search listing). Most days he dresses the part of father-artist -- "breathable fabrics and t-shirts and shorts" -- and others, he gets down tripgrass style. "Maybe later in my career I'll be able to entertain other looks, just to see what suits me," he says. "The best is yet to come (because I'm black, Jewish, and Filipino)."
1 VISOR "My visor (Nike Team) is both stylish and practical. This LA Dodger visor not only flies the home colors, but keeps my eyes shaded and head
pretty cool. I learned this trick from Steve Spurrier when he was Redskins (tm) head coach. This, my friends, is the very best from the Philippines."
2 SUNGLASSES "I never lose my shades (Ray Ban) with this thick, black cord attached. While my homies are looking around for their coolest sunglasses, I'm all covered - in style! Oy vey, wouldn't want to lose expensive glasses."
3 SHORTS/Ts "Shit! Old ass shorts (Circa) and Ts (Old Guys Rule) never go out. Everybody knows that fashion is cyclical, you wear anything long enough and, snap!, that shit's back in style before you know it. This is strictly California in the house!"
4 SHOES/SOX "I kind of do my own thing downstairs. I own the argyle/skate (J Crew/Zoo York) shoes industry. Nobody can pull that one 'cept me. I'm not really sure where this style comes from."
5 THE POUCH "You blow milk out of your nose while laughing at my wacky shit, and, snap!, I'm on it! I keep my camera (Canon) right on my hip in my little brown pouch (UPS). That's why I'm the freshest! Uh, Patrick the UPS guy that gave me this pouch is, uh, white...."
There really isn't much to my style that comes from the black community...maybe my belt (Independent)? Or my underwear (Calvin Klein)? Dunno.
Just a guess!
-Ty
- George Stephanopoulos
Ty: Good question and an even better observation, George. People just love my cool style and often attribute it to my race. Yes, I do try to bring out the best in JewFroPino style, but it's only partially tied to my race (you douche bag). Mostly, I strut based on a combination of high self value (Like Jesse Jackson taught me, "I am somebody!") and constant access to the freshest of fashion Dos and Don'ts in the K-Lands!
Here how my boy, Brock O'Baughmma, answered that question of George's:
"That's interesting."Anyway, here's how I'm going to answer that silly ass question. In the spirit of Rolling Stone (tm) magazine's "STYLE - My Look!" column, I present to you, Ask Ty STYLE!
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From visor to pouch, Ty Hardaway breaks down his wares:
"I haven't really cultivated my own look just yet," says the Kingdom of Leisure artist, Ty Hardaway, 41, who just released his obscure third installment of the Maryland trilogy, Free Milk Seminar (link = search listing). Most days he dresses the part of father-artist -- "breathable fabrics and t-shirts and shorts" -- and others, he gets down tripgrass style. "Maybe later in my career I'll be able to entertain other looks, just to see what suits me," he says. "The best is yet to come (because I'm black, Jewish, and Filipino)."
1 VISOR "My visor (Nike Team) is both stylish and practical. This LA Dodger visor not only flies the home colors, but keeps my eyes shaded and head
pretty cool. I learned this trick from Steve Spurrier when he was Redskins (tm) head coach. This, my friends, is the very best from the Philippines."2 SUNGLASSES "I never lose my shades (Ray Ban) with this thick, black cord attached. While my homies are looking around for their coolest sunglasses, I'm all covered - in style! Oy vey, wouldn't want to lose expensive glasses."
3 SHORTS/Ts "Shit! Old ass shorts (Circa) and Ts (Old Guys Rule) never go out. Everybody knows that fashion is cyclical, you wear anything long enough and, snap!, that shit's back in style before you know it. This is strictly California in the house!"
4 SHOES/SOX "I kind of do my own thing downstairs. I own the argyle/skate (J Crew/Zoo York) shoes industry. Nobody can pull that one 'cept me. I'm not really sure where this style comes from."
5 THE POUCH "You blow milk out of your nose while laughing at my wacky shit, and, snap!, I'm on it! I keep my camera (Canon) right on my hip in my little brown pouch (UPS). That's why I'm the freshest! Uh, Patrick the UPS guy that gave me this pouch is, uh, white...."
There really isn't much to my style that comes from the black community...maybe my belt (Independent)? Or my underwear (Calvin Klein)? Dunno.
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Just a guess!
-Ty
5.08.2007
Ask Ty...May 8
Q: Do Muslim women cry out "Oh Allah! Oh Mohammad!" when they're having sex or should we just not go there?
- Judeo Christian Copulator
Ty: So, yeah, at the Ask Ty global worldwide headquarters, we receive a million stupid ass questions, right Corey? At first we thought this was one of the many "Is your refrigerator running" variety of stop wasting my fucking precious time questions.
But I found something if not rabidly interesting about this question (I've sat on it for several days), but clearly, clearly this is funny as hell too. So, with that long set-up, JCC, Corey and I give your question a sincere: Good question and an even better observation.
What? Huh? Before I tread dangerously into waters for which I cannot walk upon, I asked my personal savior, the almighty Google, for advice. I copied and pasted your question into the Google search field and lo and behold learned something.
First, I had to skip all the "Muslim Leader Blames Women for Sex Attack" articles, commentaries, and news stories to find this jewel at Sweetness & Light, under the heading "Ask the Imam" (duh!):
More searching. I found this:
BY
Dr. Sherif Abdel Azeem
That's a lot of caps, Dr. Azeem. I will not read your article because of that sad fact. More wasted time.
What do Muslim women say during sex? It depends, I'm sure. Same as it depends on what a Christian, atheist, Jewish, Buddhist, or pagan woman says. Context, setting, and acceptability. I know (of) women that mostly moan, "Oh shit!" Has nothing to do with religion or feces. I know woman who cry out, "Yes! Oh yes! Yeeeesssss!" Others say nothing but chose - for a variety of reasons to simply whimper. Dunno.
Dependent on the degree of religiosity, a woman of any prescribed religion may say anything from the filthiest of nasty-talk porn mouth shit to absolutely nothing.
So, to answer your question, "Do Muslim women cry out "Oh Allah! Oh Mohammad!" the answer is no and the answer is yes. Who knows? And, who can categorize woman anyway. Women are [yo, chicks START HERE], women are goddesses. Every woman is a unique and beautiful diamond; perfect and precious. From the top of their perfect little heads to the tips of their tiny feet, woman simply outclass, outsmart, and outlook anything else under god's/Google's great green earth. Each one is special,
How dare anyone try to put women into categories? Here's an answer, want to know what a particular woman says during sex? Ask her (or, obviously, see if you can mack like Dennis Kucinich and see if you can find out first hand).
Just a guess.
- Ty
- Judeo Christian Copulator
Ty: So, yeah, at the Ask Ty global worldwide headquarters, we receive a million stupid ass questions, right Corey? At first we thought this was one of the many "Is your refrigerator running" variety of stop wasting my fucking precious time questions.
But I found something if not rabidly interesting about this question (I've sat on it for several days), but clearly, clearly this is funny as hell too. So, with that long set-up, JCC, Corey and I give your question a sincere: Good question and an even better observation.
What? Huh? Before I tread dangerously into waters for which I cannot walk upon, I asked my personal savior, the almighty Google, for advice. I copied and pasted your question into the Google search field and lo and behold learned something.
First, I had to skip all the "Muslim Leader Blames Women for Sex Attack" articles, commentaries, and news stories to find this jewel at Sweetness & Light, under the heading "Ask the Imam" (duh!):
Question:Wow! First, that's some complex shit. I can't think during sex let alone remember a soliloquy. But, the best (most shameful) part is the answer failed to address the question: what do women say? Damn! So, we've only wasted time so far.
When a man wants to have intercourse with his wife, he should say what the Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) enjoined: “Allaahumma jannibna al-shaytaan…” My question is: should the woman say that too?
Answer:
Praise be to Allaah.
Thus du’aa’ is prescribed for the man when he wants to have intercourse with his wife, because of the hadeeth of Ibn ‘Abbaas (may Allaah be pleased with him): “When any one of you want to have intercourse with his wife, let him say, ‘Bismillaah, jannibnaa al-shaytaan wa jannib al-Shaytaan ma razaqtana (In the name of Allaah. Keep the Shaytaan away from us and from what You bestow upon us).’ Then if it is decreed that they should have a child, the Shaytaan will never be able to harm him.” Agreed upon.
It was narrated by the authors of al-Sunan and others. But if she says this du’aa’ too, there is nothing wrong with that, because the basic principle is that it is not just for the man. And Allaah is the Source of strength.
Fataawa al-Lajnah al-Daa’imah (19/356).
And Allaah knows best.
As with most things Islam, it’s all about keeping the devils away.
More searching. I found this:
BY
Dr. Sherif Abdel Azeem
That's a lot of caps, Dr. Azeem. I will not read your article because of that sad fact. More wasted time.
What do Muslim women say during sex? It depends, I'm sure. Same as it depends on what a Christian, atheist, Jewish, Buddhist, or pagan woman says. Context, setting, and acceptability. I know (of) women that mostly moan, "Oh shit!" Has nothing to do with religion or feces. I know woman who cry out, "Yes! Oh yes! Yeeeesssss!" Others say nothing but chose - for a variety of reasons to simply whimper. Dunno.
Dependent on the degree of religiosity, a woman of any prescribed religion may say anything from the filthiest of nasty-talk porn mouth shit to absolutely nothing.
So, to answer your question, "Do Muslim women cry out "Oh Allah! Oh Mohammad!" the answer is no and the answer is yes. Who knows? And, who can categorize woman anyway. Women are [yo, chicks START HERE], women are goddesses. Every woman is a unique and beautiful diamond; perfect and precious. From the top of their perfect little heads to the tips of their tiny feet, woman simply outclass, outsmart, and outlook anything else under god's/Google's great green earth. Each one is special,
How dare anyone try to put women into categories? Here's an answer, want to know what a particular woman says during sex? Ask her (or, obviously, see if you can mack like Dennis Kucinich and see if you can find out first hand).
Just a guess.
- Ty
3.05.2007
Ask Ty...March 5
Q: How lame is Second Life?
Just wondering,
Dave
Ty: Good question and an even better observation. The lamest, for sure.
The funniest reference to SL I've read is, "Get a First Life" by Darren Barefoot. Believe me, I get it. I see the fascination with all that is virtual. But, I cannot take that shit too serious. It's amusing at best, sometimes fun, but to "live" it...gimme a break. Grow up and go smell a flower or something.
Then, we get into the whole teledildonics trip and "virtual" blurs with "real" for sure. But, real is real and not is not.
Maybe if I had shingles or something, I could live in a virtual world.
Just a guess. - Ty
[Hey, bonus "Ask Ty" archives!]
Just wondering,
Dave
Ty: Good question and an even better observation. The lamest, for sure.
The funniest reference to SL I've read is, "Get a First Life" by Darren Barefoot. Believe me, I get it. I see the fascination with all that is virtual. But, I cannot take that shit too serious. It's amusing at best, sometimes fun, but to "live" it...gimme a break. Grow up and go smell a flower or something.
Then, we get into the whole teledildonics trip and "virtual" blurs with "real" for sure. But, real is real and not is not.
Maybe if I had shingles or something, I could live in a virtual world.
Just a guess. - Ty
[Hey, bonus "Ask Ty" archives!]
10.05.2007
Ask Ty...October 05 (The Long Version)*
Q: Ty, you're a father who lives in the suburbs. But you're not nor do you stand a chance at becoming a "typical suburb dad now, settling into this-is-as-good-as-it-gets." Is that just code for "I am and always have been a mope" or does something transformative happen to people that they become a "typical suburb dad now, settling into this-is-as-good-as-it-gets?"
-RP, Berkeley
Ty: Rickey Powell, good question and an even better observation. Here's your set-up, people: I got in etouch with an old friend whom I haven't chatted with in a long time; probably a year. I mean, it's October, after all. I'm all Ray Smuckles in October. It's the season and shit. So, I want to see how the folks are. Let's call my friend, "Billy."
Well "Billy" tells me some stuff about what's going on--some really rough shit and some quite sweet living -- but then he throws in this bit:
See? TLA in the house! Anyhow, the heart of the question:
But what's brilliant is friend, "Billy," has expressed it. He knows what's happening. He may not be able to or even want to change things, he has come to terms with his present, at least. And that's healthy.
Dudes that haven't figure out their circumstances are fucking doomed. You see 'em all the time. Billy ain't doomed. No mope. But, does something happen? Yeah. Life happens. You have kids, you have to make some decisions. If you're lucky to be rich enough you can make some decisions. Like where are you going to send the little bastards to school where they will learn something and where they don't get their asses kicked every day. Drugs? Can't control for that...teach 'em some rules there.
OK, so you move to the suburbs so your kid doesn't get beaten everyday in a roach-filled classroom of dumbshit students and teachers (so much worse: the Teach 4 America kids). So now you have a $700,000 house. So, your job becomes more important and the job now has you extorted into compliance (no work-y, no house-y). So you probably have to play by some work rules because if you get fired you then have to move to the ghetto and your kids will get robbed every day and they'll end up pregnant, addicted, and stupid as hell by the age of 11.
In your new suburban cul-de-sac living you see that everybody is EXACTLY like you'd expect them to be: Dockers? Check! Belt? Check! Blackberry? Check! Lite Beer from Miller? Check! Minivan? Check! PTA? Check! Block party participant? Check! Looks like a goddamn magazine. Wisteria Court or some shit.
But, they ALL hate that shit. Who likes the work they do? Who likes to wear Dockers? Who likes bluetooth? Nobody. They all feel that this life sucks. But who's to complain?
When you are a fairly typical suburban dad this is as good as it gets. At least in terms of lifestyle. You are comfy with your big ass LCD TeeVee, you have a gas fucking grill! Good as it gets ain't so bad. Probably better than your parents. Sure, you're in debt up to your formally coked-out eyeballs, but life doesn't suck. You ain't digging coal. You ain't sweeping a goddamn thing except your deck on Saturdays.
So, it's not really a transformation. It's a reconciliation that, "this is my life now." Everything you've worked so hard for in school, grad school, night school, and at work has given you everything you've ever wanted. SUV? Check! Golf clubs? Check! Pool membership? Check! You're bored as hell, and "A little piece of my soul dies on a daily basis." But, only the pieces of your soul that deserve death. The poet is still alive. The writer is just out of practice. No, you're never gonna play in the NHL, but you are still the fuck you, dumbasses.
You've just become your father and you're terrified! You look in the mirror and you hate yourself for giving up illustration lessons or selling your darkroom equipment. You remember that shit that kept you alive. You had promise, man. You're your parents now and you remembered how you resented them for fucking squandering their lives away with their oh-so-important work when they could have been doing cool shit with you like skateboarding (daddy, teach me how to ollie). You remember them saying, "If you don't do well in school, you'll have nothing!" Uh, well look at me now, huh? Gee, 3,000 sq. ft. of nothing. A wife that don't fuck me no more, and/but smart (and smart kids) that I'm launching down the same miserable path. Hopefully one can play football and the other can act or something Exciting.
And the insecurity score soars! Wiping your low mope scores off the chart.
So, then Rich wrote the complimentary statement about me, "but you're not nor do you stand a chance at becoming a "typical suburb dad now, settling into this-is-as-good-as-it-gets."" Goddamn fucking right. And, for a variety of reasons:
Just a guess. - Ty
* - asterisk.
-RP, Berkeley
Ty: Rickey Powell, good question and an even better observation. Here's your set-up, people: I got in etouch with an old friend whom I haven't chatted with in a long time; probably a year. I mean, it's October, after all. I'm all Ray Smuckles in October. It's the season and shit. So, I want to see how the folks are. Let's call my friend, "Billy."
Well "Billy" tells me some stuff about what's going on--some really rough shit and some quite sweet living -- but then he throws in this bit:
"Work still sux. I've lost all motivation and inspiration. A little piece of my soul dies on a daily basis. I'm just your typical suburb dad now, settling into this-is-as-good-as-it-gets."Dang. Buzz kill. October-fucking-buzz-kill. This is hard for me to process so I bounce that little phrase off a friend of mine in the Cali-hood just to see how it hits him. We'll call that friend, Rich (to keep shit straight). So, "Rich" throws it back at me as an "Ask Ty." Shit, that brings me all back into the October mood. Thanks! Always finding a way to make the world into The Lifestyle Arts, that Rich. I owe him, among a few others, so much for promoting The Lifestyle Arts (TLA, suckas!). Anyone call ™ on that shit yet? If not, I call, "mines."
See? TLA in the house! Anyhow, the heart of the question:
"Is that just code for "I am and always have been a mope" or does something transformative happen to people that they become a "typical suburb dad now, settling into this-is-as-good-as-it-gets?""I know this guy, Billy. He's no mope though. I know a few guys, and they're not mopes but are in similar circumstances (whether they realize it or not). [But, wait Ty, we covered some of this previously [clicky], right? There's a degree of recursion....] While some of my friends may score low on the mope scale, maybe there's an insecurity creep in effect? Maybe this "transformation" of cool dude into "good-as-it-gets" suburban father happens over time; with added responsibilities (kids, mortgage, expectations, mortality) and perspective.
But what's brilliant is friend, "Billy," has expressed it. He knows what's happening. He may not be able to or even want to change things, he has come to terms with his present, at least. And that's healthy.
Dudes that haven't figure out their circumstances are fucking doomed. You see 'em all the time. Billy ain't doomed. No mope. But, does something happen? Yeah. Life happens. You have kids, you have to make some decisions. If you're lucky to be rich enough you can make some decisions. Like where are you going to send the little bastards to school where they will learn something and where they don't get their asses kicked every day. Drugs? Can't control for that...teach 'em some rules there.
OK, so you move to the suburbs so your kid doesn't get beaten everyday in a roach-filled classroom of dumbshit students and teachers (so much worse: the Teach 4 America kids). So now you have a $700,000 house. So, your job becomes more important and the job now has you extorted into compliance (no work-y, no house-y). So you probably have to play by some work rules because if you get fired you then have to move to the ghetto and your kids will get robbed every day and they'll end up pregnant, addicted, and stupid as hell by the age of 11.
In your new suburban cul-de-sac living you see that everybody is EXACTLY like you'd expect them to be: Dockers? Check! Belt? Check! Blackberry? Check! Lite Beer from Miller? Check! Minivan? Check! PTA? Check! Block party participant? Check! Looks like a goddamn magazine. Wisteria Court or some shit.
But, they ALL hate that shit. Who likes the work they do? Who likes to wear Dockers? Who likes bluetooth? Nobody. They all feel that this life sucks. But who's to complain?
When you are a fairly typical suburban dad this is as good as it gets. At least in terms of lifestyle. You are comfy with your big ass LCD TeeVee, you have a gas fucking grill! Good as it gets ain't so bad. Probably better than your parents. Sure, you're in debt up to your formally coked-out eyeballs, but life doesn't suck. You ain't digging coal. You ain't sweeping a goddamn thing except your deck on Saturdays.
So, it's not really a transformation. It's a reconciliation that, "this is my life now." Everything you've worked so hard for in school, grad school, night school, and at work has given you everything you've ever wanted. SUV? Check! Golf clubs? Check! Pool membership? Check! You're bored as hell, and "A little piece of my soul dies on a daily basis." But, only the pieces of your soul that deserve death. The poet is still alive. The writer is just out of practice. No, you're never gonna play in the NHL, but you are still the fuck you, dumbasses.
You've just become your father and you're terrified! You look in the mirror and you hate yourself for giving up illustration lessons or selling your darkroom equipment. You remember that shit that kept you alive. You had promise, man. You're your parents now and you remembered how you resented them for fucking squandering their lives away with their oh-so-important work when they could have been doing cool shit with you like skateboarding (daddy, teach me how to ollie). You remember them saying, "If you don't do well in school, you'll have nothing!" Uh, well look at me now, huh? Gee, 3,000 sq. ft. of nothing. A wife that don't fuck me no more, and/but smart (and smart kids) that I'm launching down the same miserable path. Hopefully one can play football and the other can act or something Exciting.
And the insecurity score soars! Wiping your low mope scores off the chart.
So, then Rich wrote the complimentary statement about me, "but you're not nor do you stand a chance at becoming a "typical suburb dad now, settling into this-is-as-good-as-it-gets."" Goddamn fucking right. And, for a variety of reasons:
1. Can you imagine? Just say no, Nancy.Whatever. Some mopes will always be mopes. As douchebags will be douchebags. It's just the way of the world. But, if you're not a mope, stop fucking acting like one. Get off your asses and make life fun. That goes for me too.
2. I don't have the direct middle class, American values modeling of this cycle of behaviors. I'm approaching the whole thing with a studied, artistic freshness that I hope to pass to my child (cynicism and all).
3. Work has, at worst, been a place for "money getting" and, at best, The Lifestyle Arts. A show. Everybody hates work, but I've always found something interesting about it (aside from the mind numbing boredom of typical corporate working) in its social organization. I also like hospital and airline food.
4. Art, introspection, reflection, production (making shit), and confronting some (but never all) realities has proven to be helpful. I have my problems, but I find the right places for most of 'em.
5. There's no such thing as this is "as good as it gets" -- that shit ain't true. If you think it is, go read Dr. Zhivago. If you think it is, paint something. If you think it is, listen to Funkadelic. If you think it is, make an album or take a picture. There's so much more to this.
Just a guess. - Ty
* - asterisk.
11.06.2006
Ask Ty…November 6
Q: Ty, two questions. Is it true your name "Ty" is short for Tylenol? And, is that your real skin, or are you tanned?
Just wondering,
F. McJewelry
Ty: F., good question and an even better observation. Indeed, my skin is light brown. Cocoa moving toward mocha. Brown is a natural, down-to-earth neutral color. It is found in earth, wood, and stone. Brown represents wholesomeness and earthiness. While it might be considered a little on the dull side, it also represents steadfastness, simplicity, friendliness, dependability, and health. Although blue is the typical corporate color, UPS (United Parcel Service) has built their business around the dependability associated with brown.
I am brown. “Tanned”? No. Brown? Yes. Sienna, bay, sand, wood, dapple, auburn, chestnut, nut-brown, cinnamon, russet, tawny, chocolate, tan, brunette, fawn, liver-colored, mahogany, oak, bronze, terra-cotta, toast, umber, cocoa, coffee, copper, ecru, ginger, hazel, khaki, ochre, puce, snuff, and poop. Brown.
Yes, F., this is my real skin color.
No, Ty is not short for Tylenol although some of the kids attempted to call me that on occasion in middle and high school (along with Tyfus, Tyful, Thai stick, TyTy, and TJ). But, it never stuck. Didn’t get a rise. I knew a couple of Tylers, a Tyson. Rarely, there was another Tyrone. I am a Tyrone. But, Tylenol?
No, F., My name is not short for Tylenol.
Just a guess. - Ty
Just wondering,
F. McJewelry
Ty: F., good question and an even better observation. Indeed, my skin is light brown. Cocoa moving toward mocha. Brown is a natural, down-to-earth neutral color. It is found in earth, wood, and stone. Brown represents wholesomeness and earthiness. While it might be considered a little on the dull side, it also represents steadfastness, simplicity, friendliness, dependability, and health. Although blue is the typical corporate color, UPS (United Parcel Service) has built their business around the dependability associated with brown.
I am brown. “Tanned”? No. Brown? Yes. Sienna, bay, sand, wood, dapple, auburn, chestnut, nut-brown, cinnamon, russet, tawny, chocolate, tan, brunette, fawn, liver-colored, mahogany, oak, bronze, terra-cotta, toast, umber, cocoa, coffee, copper, ecru, ginger, hazel, khaki, ochre, puce, snuff, and poop. Brown.
Yes, F., this is my real skin color.
No, Ty is not short for Tylenol although some of the kids attempted to call me that on occasion in middle and high school (along with Tyfus, Tyful, Thai stick, TyTy, and TJ). But, it never stuck. Didn’t get a rise. I knew a couple of Tylers, a Tyson. Rarely, there was another Tyrone. I am a Tyrone. But, Tylenol?
No, F., My name is not short for Tylenol.
Just a guess. - Ty
10.31.2007
Ask Ty...October 31
Q: I've done some extensive perusing of your Blogs/Websites and enjoyed all that I saw (esp. the interview with the D.C. protest cop ["...the juxtoposition of the officer next to the World Bank sign...is this building prohibited?"] snippet).
Love your photos.
Here's my question: While I took Journalism classes and PhotoJournalism I'm just getting back into taking photos of some meaning. I love to take photos of people on the street and although I randomly see interesting people and great shot op's I'm still trying to find the balls to take their photos. How do you approach these people without ruining the shot? I.E-do you take the photo first and then explain that your a pro photographer (I understand you carry a business card which sounds sensible). I know that's a dumb question but I always feel like I SEE great photos but pass up the shot. Any suggestions would be great...?
- #88, NorCal
Ty: Good question and an even better observation.
I'm glad you like my photographs, thanks.
Funny, I still have problems getting the balls to shoot sometimes. Firstly, I've found that in public nobody notices (so just shoot, only explain if questioned - lie if you have to, but shoot first ask permission later, if necessary to thwart a possible "situation". If you have to ask (like in a coffee shop or at a pool) then say "I'm taking photo classes..." - works every time (as does, "it's for my blog" with the ladies). But, rarely say, "I'm a professional photographer." That identifies you as a dork. I've noticed that if I have to ask, 99% give permission (the other 1% asks, "why?" and you can talk 'em into it).
I take like 1,000-1,500 shots a month and STILL feel I pass on shots. I try to carry a camera with me everywhere I go. But I either sometimes just chicken out (less frequently anymore) or I just miss the shot I see (drives me nutty). Sometimes though, I magically make the time and take the effort to get the shot before I even think about it.
So, if you SEE a shot, then just fuckin' TAKE the shot. My advice is to go all Nike and just do it. Once the shot is taken, it's taken. If you're in public, everyone's fair game. Also, if you can, use what I call the "power of two." You have a friend stand and pose, then you just shoot over his/her shoulder toward your subject.
Oh, and cops don't like photographers.
Just a guess.
- Ty
Love your photos.
Here's my question: While I took Journalism classes and PhotoJournalism I'm just getting back into taking photos of some meaning. I love to take photos of people on the street and although I randomly see interesting people and great shot op's I'm still trying to find the balls to take their photos. How do you approach these people without ruining the shot? I.E-do you take the photo first and then explain that your a pro photographer (I understand you carry a business card which sounds sensible). I know that's a dumb question but I always feel like I SEE great photos but pass up the shot. Any suggestions would be great...?
- #88, NorCal
Ty: Good question and an even better observation.
I'm glad you like my photographs, thanks.
Funny, I still have problems getting the balls to shoot sometimes. Firstly, I've found that in public nobody notices (so just shoot, only explain if questioned - lie if you have to, but shoot first ask permission later, if necessary to thwart a possible "situation". If you have to ask (like in a coffee shop or at a pool) then say "I'm taking photo classes..." - works every time (as does, "it's for my blog" with the ladies). But, rarely say, "I'm a professional photographer." That identifies you as a dork. I've noticed that if I have to ask, 99% give permission (the other 1% asks, "why?" and you can talk 'em into it).
I take like 1,000-1,500 shots a month and STILL feel I pass on shots. I try to carry a camera with me everywhere I go. But I either sometimes just chicken out (less frequently anymore) or I just miss the shot I see (drives me nutty). Sometimes though, I magically make the time and take the effort to get the shot before I even think about it.
So, if you SEE a shot, then just fuckin' TAKE the shot. My advice is to go all Nike and just do it. Once the shot is taken, it's taken. If you're in public, everyone's fair game. Also, if you can, use what I call the "power of two." You have a friend stand and pose, then you just shoot over his/her shoulder toward your subject.
Oh, and cops don't like photographers.
Just a guess.
- Ty
9.05.2007
Ask Ty...September 5
So, I'm thinking of moving the entire "Ask Ty" operation over the podcast. What do you think about that? Huh? I have two "Qs" (as Corey calls 'em) lined up:
Q1:
A:
Q1:
Dear Ty,Q2:
Jerry Lewis called me an "Illiterate Faggot". Should I be upset or just take it as good-natured ribbing.
Yours,
C.S. in S.F.
P.S. I'm not illiterate.
I'm wondering if you can help me. I recently played The Kingdom of Leisure's CD This is the New America for the first time in several years. I loved it as much or more than I did when I first got it in college. I would like to purchase the second album in this trilogy. I understand that you are (were?) in this band. The website does not seem to have been updated in a while and all of the e-mail addresses at tkol.net bounced back undeliverable. Let me know if you have any of the One Fine Ride CDs left. Thanks.
I like to play the drums. I think I'm getting good but I can handle criticism. I'll show you what I know and you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums.
A:
You're gonna have to listen to the podcast, suckas. This is 2007. Damn!
11.30.2005
This is MY House!
From Big Dave Wave on how he got the name "Big Dave Wave"
"Mark Reed [Rants & Cigs] at college in Santa Cruz (University of California, Santa Cruz) used to call me "Dave Wave" (I guess because of that clothing store Big Wave Dave's downtown) and Ty's called me that since then, keeping the "big." The next year when Ty was an RA and I was in his dorm he was in charge of putting everyone's name on their doors (which, from what I witnessed, was the job in its entirety). On my door he put "Dave Wave" and I guess people thought that was really my name because almost a year latter McKenzie asked "who's this Dave Blair guy" once and I was surprised he didn't know my name! In that dorm, there was also a "Crazy Dave" for a while and a "Crazy Dave, Jr." We were lousy with Daves.
Once when we were at a hardware store in town I asked Ty for his dorm master key and I brought it up to the key making booth. The woman stared at it for a little bit - I thought she might be contemplating the "DO NOT DUPLICATE - UCSC" imprinted on it and wasn't going to make a copy for me, but apparently she just thought that was a political statement and finally said "hmmm, I think I have a blank for that." People would ask both of us (and later Phil, and maybe McKenzie had a master too) to unlock their doors if they got locked out. That seems strange now. I guess Ty's job was completed once he put up name tags at the beginning of the year.
The year before (my first year, Ty's first there), we shared an on-campus apartment with a guy named "Lua" (a large [crazy] Samoan guy who tried to strangle me and once tackled Ty), "RJ" (who always was yelling at his girlfriend "This is MY house!" and left a sticky spot on the wall by the chair he always sat in - from his Jheri Curl) and "Scott", another freshman who I shared a room with (who, thankfully, was never around because he was always at his girlfriend's place (I feel sorry for her roommates if she had any), and who also had one of the sharpest noses I've ever encountered). Scott, was a blonde haired optimist. Didn't share the sense of humor Ty and I. In fact, I think I'm the only roommate who got the humor to "who drank my fucking orange juice?!" Or, the Whoopie (Goldberg) cave, or the milk crate train, or "greased up coffee cup." There's so much...
The university was organized into eight colleges at the time, ours, Oakes, had apartments and most people cooked and ate in their kitchens. Ty and I were on the meal plan though (too busy studying to cook), so we both would walk to the Porter College dining hall where we would usually sit alone and drink lots of coffee, spin glasses, and break a spoon or two (once a woman who worked there told Ty he should act his age and he said "Oh, so it's supposed to be an ACT?"). Sometimes we would sit with other Porter students, but they usually would get up for something and mysteriously never return. Once, we video taped our meal. The funny thing is, the following year, there was a standing room crowd at our table (maybe McKenzie was the funny stooge).
Once, back at Porter, we sat next to the "Monk Guy" (although now that I think about it he may have been some kind of Druid). He can be seen in the beginning of the Lost Boys as one of the local town freaks. I think he lived in the woods behind campus. Or taught sociology, I'm not sure. But he dressed like a monk (or Druid?) and could be sighted around campus talking to (?) we don't know who. So he sat at our table one day and we were about to get up and change tables when we both decided to give him a chance, maybe he wasn't really crazy, maybe it would be ok to sit next to him (a consideration the Porter students apparently never gave us). He started talking (loudly) to God I think it was - Ty and I looked at each other and both got up quickly and went to another table. Later I almost knocked him over when jumping off a campus shuttle as he appeared from nowhere when the doors opened and I shrieked and ran off.
The "Color Guy" (and dutiful sidekick) is too hard to describe."
"Mark Reed [Rants & Cigs] at college in Santa Cruz (University of California, Santa Cruz) used to call me "Dave Wave" (I guess because of that clothing store Big Wave Dave's downtown) and Ty's called me that since then, keeping the "big." The next year when Ty was an RA and I was in his dorm he was in charge of putting everyone's name on their doors (which, from what I witnessed, was the job in its entirety). On my door he put "Dave Wave" and I guess people thought that was really my name because almost a year latter McKenzie asked "who's this Dave Blair guy" once and I was surprised he didn't know my name! In that dorm, there was also a "Crazy Dave" for a while and a "Crazy Dave, Jr." We were lousy with Daves.
Once when we were at a hardware store in town I asked Ty for his dorm master key and I brought it up to the key making booth. The woman stared at it for a little bit - I thought she might be contemplating the "DO NOT DUPLICATE - UCSC" imprinted on it and wasn't going to make a copy for me, but apparently she just thought that was a political statement and finally said "hmmm, I think I have a blank for that." People would ask both of us (and later Phil, and maybe McKenzie had a master too) to unlock their doors if they got locked out. That seems strange now. I guess Ty's job was completed once he put up name tags at the beginning of the year.
The year before (my first year, Ty's first there), we shared an on-campus apartment with a guy named "Lua" (a large [crazy] Samoan guy who tried to strangle me and once tackled Ty), "RJ" (who always was yelling at his girlfriend "This is MY house!" and left a sticky spot on the wall by the chair he always sat in - from his Jheri Curl) and "Scott", another freshman who I shared a room with (who, thankfully, was never around because he was always at his girlfriend's place (I feel sorry for her roommates if she had any), and who also had one of the sharpest noses I've ever encountered). Scott, was a blonde haired optimist. Didn't share the sense of humor Ty and I. In fact, I think I'm the only roommate who got the humor to "who drank my fucking orange juice?!" Or, the Whoopie (Goldberg) cave, or the milk crate train, or "greased up coffee cup." There's so much...
The university was organized into eight colleges at the time, ours, Oakes, had apartments and most people cooked and ate in their kitchens. Ty and I were on the meal plan though (too busy studying to cook), so we both would walk to the Porter College dining hall where we would usually sit alone and drink lots of coffee, spin glasses, and break a spoon or two (once a woman who worked there told Ty he should act his age and he said "Oh, so it's supposed to be an ACT?"). Sometimes we would sit with other Porter students, but they usually would get up for something and mysteriously never return. Once, we video taped our meal. The funny thing is, the following year, there was a standing room crowd at our table (maybe McKenzie was the funny stooge).
Once, back at Porter, we sat next to the "Monk Guy" (although now that I think about it he may have been some kind of Druid). He can be seen in the beginning of the Lost Boys as one of the local town freaks. I think he lived in the woods behind campus. Or taught sociology, I'm not sure. But he dressed like a monk (or Druid?) and could be sighted around campus talking to (?) we don't know who. So he sat at our table one day and we were about to get up and change tables when we both decided to give him a chance, maybe he wasn't really crazy, maybe it would be ok to sit next to him (a consideration the Porter students apparently never gave us). He started talking (loudly) to God I think it was - Ty and I looked at each other and both got up quickly and went to another table. Later I almost knocked him over when jumping off a campus shuttle as he appeared from nowhere when the doors opened and I shrieked and ran off.
The "Color Guy" (and dutiful sidekick) is too hard to describe."
12.13.2007
Ask Ty...December 13
Q: Dear Ty.
I need your opinion because people around here are making me feel bitter, mean, and old.
Yesterday on the elevator at work -- had just purchased lunch and had my iPod® on, loud. I'm clearly listening to music, loudly. I wanted to listen to music. That's why I had my iPod® on and it was on loud. Got it?
Woman gets on the elevator, I'm holding my lunch (and listening to my iPod®, loud). This is my private moment.
This woman fucking starts talking to me. Since obviously I couldn't hear her I had to take off my earphones to hear her stupid ass question. Turns out, she was asking me where I got my salad.
It woulda been different if she was asking me a worthwhile elevator question like:
Anyway, I come back and join the work “lunch gang” and I bitch about it to the work lunch gang members. One work lunch gang member whom I’ll call “Billy" was all like, "She was just trying to reach out to you person to person - I don't think that's rude at all. In fact, she was probably trying to make a new social connection for herself and for you. You should consider moments like that as precious in today's greedy, individualistic, me-first culture."
I was all like (in my mind) “Dude, you are way too fucking positive and happy for me. Go away and finish another self-help book you started on “positive self-image” or “loving everyone for who they are as you love yourself,” or go back to your incense-burning cult therapy sessions and tell everyone how much you "appreciate" them, or go *****EDITED BY REQUEST*****. Or, better yet, go fucking blog about it."
So, what's your take?
- Annoyed Worker in Maryland
Ty: Good question and an even better observation.
Hummm.... We do live in an information dense and interaction thin society. This makes for confusion and sometimes desperation. People sometimes work up just enough energy to reach out to find common bonds; common likes and common interests. It seems that elevator woman was simply trying to be more like you if not be you. There was interest in you and in your salad. Perhaps the salad was merely symbolic.
Or maybe that woman was simply retarded. IQ of 77 or some shit. WTF? lady.
Jesus! Do you have to wear a fucking sign now a days that actually says, "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
Of course she shouldn't have asked you anything. She should not have even trespassed into your space let alone look at your food. That's your food, right? And for her to ask you about your food? What is she looking for? A beatdown? A cap in her ass?!
But, to ignore convention, to trample on norms? To start talking to someone who is blasting loud music with earbuds on? That is inexcusable. Simply unjust. That's ignorant. That is wrong.
Yes, had there been an emergency (heart attack or aneurysm) or if she even needed a bit of assistance (like floor button or information). Only then should this creepy dame have attempted any interaction.
The appropriate response to this woman after you took your 'phones out of your ears would have been to say, in perfect English, "I'm sorry I don't speak English." Then put your 'phones back in and rock out!
Now for your friend "Billy." What can I say? He's probably the type to ignore all the modern social signs, trample on norms and start talking to you when you're stuck on the tarmac at O'Hare International for three hours while you're sitting the middle seat of a 737 en route to a family funeral. Middle of a ice storm. The funeral is in China. Everyone can hear Brutal Truth leaking out of your Bose® noise canceling headphones and you're wearing a sweatshirt that reads, "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
Billy grin and ask, "Did you get peanuts or almonds?" Because he's "reaching out."
You'd miss your flight because you, several other passengers, the flight attendant, and the pilot would beat the shit out of that guy for being too overly positive.
Listen. You are right. The elevator woman is wrong. Billy is wrong. You are right. I agree with you. That's my take.
Or, your just bitter, mean, and old...like me.
Just a guess.
-ty
I need your opinion because people around here are making me feel bitter, mean, and old.
Yesterday on the elevator at work -- had just purchased lunch and had my iPod® on, loud. I'm clearly listening to music, loudly. I wanted to listen to music. That's why I had my iPod® on and it was on loud. Got it?
Woman gets on the elevator, I'm holding my lunch (and listening to my iPod®, loud). This is my private moment.
This woman fucking starts talking to me. Since obviously I couldn't hear her I had to take off my earphones to hear her stupid ass question. Turns out, she was asking me where I got my salad.
It woulda been different if she was asking me a worthwhile elevator question like:
"Excuse me, do you happen to know what floor X is on?"But interrupting me, when I am clearly giving an obviously social clue that I don't want to talk to anyone including you? I think that her behavior was simply rude, not to mention incredibly annoying.
Or, an I-need-assistance question:
"Sorry for interrupting, because of my infant and her medicine my hands are full, would you mind pressing 10 for me?"
Or, if it was the I'm the cool trailblazer kind of question:
"That music is incredible! Could you please tell me who it is? Can I have your autograph?"
or if it was an emergency situation:
"Oh sweet Jesus, I'm having a heart attack - dial 911! Please for the love of God save me!"
Anyway, I come back and join the work “lunch gang” and I bitch about it to the work lunch gang members. One work lunch gang member whom I’ll call “Billy" was all like, "She was just trying to reach out to you person to person - I don't think that's rude at all. In fact, she was probably trying to make a new social connection for herself and for you. You should consider moments like that as precious in today's greedy, individualistic, me-first culture."
I was all like (in my mind) “Dude, you are way too fucking positive and happy for me. Go away and finish another self-help book you started on “positive self-image” or “loving everyone for who they are as you love yourself,” or go back to your incense-burning cult therapy sessions and tell everyone how much you "appreciate" them, or go *****EDITED BY REQUEST*****. Or, better yet, go fucking blog about it."
So, what's your take?- Annoyed Worker in Maryland
Ty: Good question and an even better observation.
Hummm.... We do live in an information dense and interaction thin society. This makes for confusion and sometimes desperation. People sometimes work up just enough energy to reach out to find common bonds; common likes and common interests. It seems that elevator woman was simply trying to be more like you if not be you. There was interest in you and in your salad. Perhaps the salad was merely symbolic.
Or maybe that woman was simply retarded. IQ of 77 or some shit. WTF? lady.
Jesus! Do you have to wear a fucking sign now a days that actually says, "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
Of course she shouldn't have asked you anything. She should not have even trespassed into your space let alone look at your food. That's your food, right? And for her to ask you about your food? What is she looking for? A beatdown? A cap in her ass?!
But, to ignore convention, to trample on norms? To start talking to someone who is blasting loud music with earbuds on? That is inexcusable. Simply unjust. That's ignorant. That is wrong.
Yes, had there been an emergency (heart attack or aneurysm) or if she even needed a bit of assistance (like floor button or information). Only then should this creepy dame have attempted any interaction.
The appropriate response to this woman after you took your 'phones out of your ears would have been to say, in perfect English, "I'm sorry I don't speak English." Then put your 'phones back in and rock out!
Now for your friend "Billy." What can I say? He's probably the type to ignore all the modern social signs, trample on norms and start talking to you when you're stuck on the tarmac at O'Hare International for three hours while you're sitting the middle seat of a 737 en route to a family funeral. Middle of a ice storm. The funeral is in China. Everyone can hear Brutal Truth leaking out of your Bose® noise canceling headphones and you're wearing a sweatshirt that reads, "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
Billy grin and ask, "Did you get peanuts or almonds?" Because he's "reaching out."
You'd miss your flight because you, several other passengers, the flight attendant, and the pilot would beat the shit out of that guy for being too overly positive.
Listen. You are right. The elevator woman is wrong. Billy is wrong. You are right. I agree with you. That's my take.
Or, your just bitter, mean, and old...like me.
Just a guess.
-ty
4.25.2006
Ask Ty...April 25
Q: Ty, with the world being such a messed up place, what could I do to make it better, especially for the children? - NS, Arkansas
Ty: NS, good question and an even better observation. I tried to give this much thought and remembered that I received this email a few days ago. It's an interesting new project that's sure to have much international impact. And I quote:
Just a guess. - Ty
Ty: NS, good question and an even better observation. I tried to give this much thought and remembered that I received this email a few days ago. It's an interesting new project that's sure to have much international impact. And I quote:
A Plan for World Peace and International UnderstandingI would have never thought of this and, at first, I thought this was the work of a quack (or "spammer"), but then I thought, what could possibly go wrong? If you want to get involved or have comments/questions, drop me a line. There’s nothing wrong with trying, right?
Because of all the hate and misunderstanding in the world today, I've decided to start a program to promote peace and understanding. I call it "Children's Pictures of Mohammed."
I will have school children (our country's most precious natural resources, God bless ‘em!) draw pictures of the prophet Mohammed and send them to schoolchildren in Iraq and Afghanistan. I will ask the children to draw Mohammed engaging in nice things, like playing soccer with Jesus or holding hands with Uncle Sam. I will edit out the pictures of Mohammed killing people or making babies cry. Children can draw Mohammed volunteering to pick up trash on Earth Day, giving flowers to George Washington, or reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. You know, things that will promote World Peace and International Understanding. Then I will send them to Iraq and Afghanistan to let the children there know that not all Americans are insensitive buffoons.
Just a guess. - Ty
10.11.2007
Ask Ty...October 11
Q: It appears that you, sir, are a flip-flopper. Tell me, Ty, what happened to the whole "I'll never do MySpace-Facebook-LinkedIn" thing?-- Gary, Boston
Ty: Gary, good question and an even better observation.
Fact Number 1: Yes, I publicly declared--on more than one occasion--that I would never do MySpace-Facebook-LinkedIn or any of the other "social network" internet things. Why? I don't really care for superficial interactions and those all seem annoyingly superficial. MySpace? Please! In some cases I just don't really like people. So, I don't want to interact.
Fact Number 2: Yes, I updated a LinkedIn page for myself. See it here: [clicky]. Read it (c'mon, it's fun). See the me almost cry in the overly processed photo.
These two behaviors seem to come from two attitudes. Shouldn't there be dissonance? No. I can do what I want. Here me out: I am comfortable with changing my mind on this. I am comfortable with putting it all out there. Absolutely no cognitive dissonance, kids.Most importantly, here's why I did it (or, a la OJ, if I did it):
1) It's another art project. That's what I do. Did you read any of it? I put this on my LinkedIn page:2) It's another inlet to my art work. Oh-oh, look at me!!! It's mostly a vehicle for directing people to my site and my (art) work.
- I received this certificate of honor on a drawing in 5th grade (most proud)
- Band president, Claremont High School
- Finding truths, or closest approximations.
- Solving organizational puzzles and mysteries.
- Art. Beauty. Truth.
Background: There was a point where I would try to keep my professional/work life (Tyrone) and my private/arts lives separate (Ty). But, I'm letting everything fall where it falls from here out. I don't care. Well, let me restate that: I don't mind anymore. I'm comfortable with me with regard to this. I don't care if some job potential finds my LinkedIn thingy and goes to my blog or worse, podcast, where the words are crude, silly, odd, and if you don't "get it" seemingly hateful. I can no longer care about how people view me. Because...it's me...and "professional" shouldn't be exclusive of "real."
Foreground: And, most importantly "work" is just another arts medium for me. It always has, but now I accept that. So, "professional" means everything I do. I've been a semi-public figure for so long, I've decided why put on the act of having all of these life-modules. Yes, I work. Yes, I make art. Can't we all just get along?Now, why are everyone's (that I've seen) LinkedIn pages so goddamn boring? Eh? Who are you all trying to fool. I wouldn't hire such boring people in a million years. In order to do your work, you need skills. In order to do your work well, you need presence, depth, balance, and perspective.
Oh, and, I will never, ever (in a million years) do MySpace or FaceBook.
Just a guess (when I say "just a guess" I shrug).- (I am) Ty
3.22.2007
3.21.2007
Ask Ty…March 21
Q: Where I work, they are about to move us from separate (or semi-separate) work spaces to an open workspace. My concern is, one of the guys who works in a room of his own has an extremely moldy aroma, and his room smells like mold has been growing in it for years. Standing next to him is almost a toxic experience. What does a person do in this situation?
- Trippin’ Mold While Working for the Man
Ty: Good question and an even better observation.
Have you considered that this whole move is just a big guise to get mold guy out into the general ventilation stream? Maybe your company brass is just trying to find a way to clean up his office and get this guy some much-needed light and some air.
Here's what I know:
Your options as I see them , Trippin', are:
I’m guessing though that given some light, some air and a little time, this problem will clear itself up on it’s own. Or get much, much worse. Dunno, maybe the guy just stinks.
Just a guess. - Ty
- Trippin’ Mold While Working for the Man
Ty: Good question and an even better observation.
Have you considered that this whole move is just a big guise to get mold guy out into the general ventilation stream? Maybe your company brass is just trying to find a way to clean up his office and get this guy some much-needed light and some air.
Here's what I know:
Exposure to mold is common both inside and outside the home, but some people are more sensitive to mold than others, especially those with allergies and asthma. Mold exposure may cause cold-like symptoms, watery eyes, sore throat, wheezing and dizziness, and trigger asthma attacks.
Because some mold spores are very small and can easily be breathed deeply into the lungs, it is not safe to live in houses with high mold levels. Exposure to high spore levels can cause the development of an allergy to mold.
Molds grow on organic materials such as paper, leather, dirt and soap scum. They grow best at warm temperatures, between 77 and 86 degrees Fahrenheit, although they can grow in temperatures between 32 and 95 degrees.
Molds grow in moisture. Water leaks, flooding, high relative humidity and condensation are all situations that increase the growth of mold.
Your options as I see them , Trippin', are:
- Lobby, finagle, jiu jitsu your way into a workspace far away from mold dude
- Submit a report (even anonymously) that the company may have a mold situation that should be checked
- Lobby, finagle, jiu jitsu your way into getting someone else to report mold guy so you maintain “plausible deniability.” I don’t know your company dynamics, but it’s always better to get some other sucker to do the dirty work, “Gee Sally. I read the mold can KILL!”
- Ask the moldy dude, "hey, does it smell moldy in here." See how he reacts.
- Suck it up, trip balls, and let the mold spread to the new and exciting open workspace.
- Point your company or your little helper (see #3) to "mold facts" on Interwebs including clean-up tips such as:
- Materials should be dried quickly; mold will grow within about 2 days.
- Anyone spending more than a brief time cleaning in a moldy environment should use a HEPA filter mask; typically it will have two straps. Also, use gloves.
- Porous materials should be thrown out or completely decontaminated if they are moldy. Materials such as hard plastic, glass and metal can be cleaned and disinfected.
- Remove the mold using a non-ammonia soap or detergent. Never mix bleach and ammonia. Surfaces from which the mold cannot be completely removed should be treated with enough chlorine bleach to keep the surface moist for at least 15 minutes, rinsed, then rapidly dried.
- Disinfect by applying a solution of 1 cup chlorine bleach per 1 gallon water or follow manufacturer's recommendations. The surface should be thoroughly wetted with the solution. Keep the surface wet with the bleach solution 10 to 15 minutes to kill the mold. Allow the solution to dry naturally 6 to 8 hours.
- Other products that kill mold are biocides. These biocides have Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) registration numbers on the bottle and instructions for the intended application.
I’m guessing though that given some light, some air and a little time, this problem will clear itself up on it’s own. Or get much, much worse. Dunno, maybe the guy just stinks.
Just a guess. - Ty
5.14.2007
Ask Ty...May 14
Q: So why all the art, Ty?
- Assorted people over the past 30 years
Ty: Good question and an even better observation.
Art is more than what you do, it’s a lifestyle. Not the weak “artist” lifestyle of bad clothes, bad parties, and bad art. But, a lifestyle devoted to an inner aesthetic that you cannot control. Compulsions. Obsessions. Breathing. Eating. Fucking. Arting.
I don’t know. But, here are some Free Milk Seminar rejects:
-Ty
- Assorted people over the past 30 years
Ty: Good question and an even better observation.
“I love the way capitalism finds a place—even for it enemies. It’s definitely boom time in the discontent industry.”I’ve been trying to answer this question for thirty years. Why all the art? Why the murals on the bedroom walls? Why the photos displayed so carefully? Why the installations?
- Banksy
“It looks like art because it is.”
- Garfield Cadets, 1984
“It's about sex and it's about subversion and it's about having enough style to make the first two points.”
- Malcolm McLaren
Art is more than what you do, it’s a lifestyle. Not the weak “artist” lifestyle of bad clothes, bad parties, and bad art. But, a lifestyle devoted to an inner aesthetic that you cannot control. Compulsions. Obsessions. Breathing. Eating. Fucking. Arting.
I don’t know. But, here are some Free Milk Seminar rejects:
El LeftyJust a guess!
The Shepherd
-Ty
4.04.2007
Ask Ty...April 4
Q: Hey, Ty. Aren't you pissed? Aren't you bitter? Aren't you sad? Aren't you all Kuber-Ross and shit? I mean, you were dissed; tossed out like an old pizza box without regard for what becomes of you. Cast aside in the name of corporate profit and stockholder greed, what is your reaction?
- The guys down at the loading dock
Ty: Good question and an even better observation. And, much props to the Kübler-Ross reference. Big ups, yo!
My reaction? Relief. Reinvigoration. Peace. Awakening. Excitement. Those are my five stages.
Just a guess. - Ty
- The guys down at the loading dock
Ty: Good question and an even better observation. And, much props to the Kübler-Ross reference. Big ups, yo!
My reaction? Relief. Reinvigoration. Peace. Awakening. Excitement. Those are my five stages.
Just a guess. - Ty
6.29.2007
Ask Ty…June 29
Q: Hey, Ty! Did you get an iPhone (tm)?
- Various
Ty: Various, good question and an even better observation.
Nope. Why? I'm weening from mobile phone. I'm experiencing periods of blissful solitude away from Wiki, Google, and filthy porn (JK). I take walks without the iPod.
Great device, that iPhone, I bet. But, I'm up to here with devices. Fuck it. And, please, I really don't need another status accessory (I am me after all).
There is a life. If you have to have an iPhone, you're either a mope or just plain insecure (or a unhealthy combo of the two). Me? I'm cool where I am with wires up to my calves, guitars strewn about, and a computer with dial-up and a hand crank for power (the healthy combo of mopeness and insecurity).
Maybe I'm showing some reactance to the hype. Nothing personal, Apple, but I ain't your sucker no more. So, there you have it. I mean, could you really see me camping out to wait in a goddamn line? Please. That's just uncouth.
Just a guess. - Ty
- Various
Ty: Various, good question and an even better observation.
Nope. Why? I'm weening from mobile phone. I'm experiencing periods of blissful solitude away from Wiki, Google, and filthy porn (JK). I take walks without the iPod.
Great device, that iPhone, I bet. But, I'm up to here with devices. Fuck it. And, please, I really don't need another status accessory (I am me after all).
There is a life. If you have to have an iPhone, you're either a mope or just plain insecure (or a unhealthy combo of the two). Me? I'm cool where I am with wires up to my calves, guitars strewn about, and a computer with dial-up and a hand crank for power (the healthy combo of mopeness and insecurity).
Maybe I'm showing some reactance to the hype. Nothing personal, Apple, but I ain't your sucker no more. So, there you have it. I mean, could you really see me camping out to wait in a goddamn line? Please. That's just uncouth.
Just a guess. - Ty
4.26.2006
Ask Ty...April 26
Q: Ty, I've been trying to think like the enemy to better understand the enemy – in order to best serve my country and protect our citizens, of course. It’s because I care and I just want to do something. Now, I've been trying to watch, to observe like the enemy would. How would I go about it? How would I take control of a country? To prevent it, of course. – SR, Ohio
Ty: SR, good question and an even better observation. First, it's not destruction you'd want, but control and access – an audience. Influence! The age-old battle for land and power has become virtual remote! No one measures distances anymore. Power is measured in bandwidth. This country is young, bloated, and unstable. It's far too fat, ready to pop, and the population is, for the most part, and as you’ve seen, composed of a herd of mindless followers. Whatever this all means.
If you were a clever enemy you'd first create a distraction, subterfuge. Throw a rock, break a window, and while everyone is looking in the direction you’ve pointed them toward, that's when you got ‘em. [“Those were really big rocks, lots of windows”].
If I were the enemy, while everyone was distracted, I wouldn't worry about blowing things up or shutting of the lights. While “they” were not looking I'd sneak up through the inside. The inside of your house, through the black window, through the wires. Once you control the black window and the wires, you control the nation.
If I was the enemy and was going to hijack something, it wouldn't be an airplane; it would be a TeeVee station. Better, a network. The most dangerous thing in this country is not unprotected ports or poor airline security. It's the nightly news. And, the very sensational, loud, and opinionated FOX TeeVee News is the most dangerous. Who needs poison when you have the power to brainwash masses? The enemy is very sneaky. Check Karl Rove’s RNC playbook. Them Republicans are sneaky.
Just a guess. – Ty
Ty: SR, good question and an even better observation. First, it's not destruction you'd want, but control and access – an audience. Influence! The age-old battle for land and power has become virtual remote! No one measures distances anymore. Power is measured in bandwidth. This country is young, bloated, and unstable. It's far too fat, ready to pop, and the population is, for the most part, and as you’ve seen, composed of a herd of mindless followers. Whatever this all means.
If you were a clever enemy you'd first create a distraction, subterfuge. Throw a rock, break a window, and while everyone is looking in the direction you’ve pointed them toward, that's when you got ‘em. [“Those were really big rocks, lots of windows”].
If I were the enemy, while everyone was distracted, I wouldn't worry about blowing things up or shutting of the lights. While “they” were not looking I'd sneak up through the inside. The inside of your house, through the black window, through the wires. Once you control the black window and the wires, you control the nation.
If I was the enemy and was going to hijack something, it wouldn't be an airplane; it would be a TeeVee station. Better, a network. The most dangerous thing in this country is not unprotected ports or poor airline security. It's the nightly news. And, the very sensational, loud, and opinionated FOX TeeVee News is the most dangerous. Who needs poison when you have the power to brainwash masses? The enemy is very sneaky. Check Karl Rove’s RNC playbook. Them Republicans are sneaky.
Just a guess. – Ty
4.22.2006
Ask Ty...April 22 (#3)
Q: Ty, could you tell me what my [penis] smells like? - DW, Florida
Ty: DW, good question and an even better observation. I'm guessing you sense that not only does your wang have an odor, but that that might mean that there is something wrong with the old boy. A urologist could help. And, if you don't have health insurance...well, I guess it wasn't such a good idea to vote for Nader in 2000.
I have no idea what your thing smells like, but I'm guessing it probably doesn't smell too good.
Just a guess. - Ty
Ty: DW, good question and an even better observation. I'm guessing you sense that not only does your wang have an odor, but that that might mean that there is something wrong with the old boy. A urologist could help. And, if you don't have health insurance...well, I guess it wasn't such a good idea to vote for Nader in 2000.
I have no idea what your thing smells like, but I'm guessing it probably doesn't smell too good.
Just a guess. - Ty
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