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How's my little snooky wookums?
Have a bm lately?
You know, sweety, I've been corking along trying to decide whether to return to "writing", as it were, rather than commentary. And It's been such a difficult decision simply because I do love commentary. But, commentary helps only those interested in one subject; the supposed subject matter of the commented field. "Writing", as such, may appeal to a broad spectrum of folks. Some who casually find you addressing their interests at some particular accidental intersection of idea and transaction. Some who haven't got a clue what you're talking about but, they love the feel of the community.
And, since I'm such an altruistic guy (Portuno Diamo means "to give" according to the language of those in the place where the Romans used to be) I have an urge to help the great unwashed; those who want to understand what they see around themselves but only know what they see. If all you know is what you see, you're going to be victim to those who can hide in the brush a few feet away and become invisible to you.
They can manipulate you from that vantage point, and you don't even know you're the victim of a flimflam... whatever that is. Or, they can eat you.
You're like all "But, it's so much hard work to stay educated and vigilant".
True. But, if you had somebody or some group think about your problems while you walk fat dumb and happy along the path of life, just think how much free time you would have to make the world a better place. At least, that's what you would do on Oprah's show. In real life, you would be lazing on your boat sipping a juice joint.
And you're all indignant like because I've impuned your motives. Well, ok, you have the feelings and those things are real, so, the things you want to do would surely fall out should you be free to devote yourself to charity and philanthropy like Bill Gates and Chuck Feeney can. Sure. No doubt.
But, there's a problem there. Mister Gates and Mister Feeney have people to take care of all the mundane things of life and that costs money - the people and the mundanes.
So, you need a way to leverage your knowledge and your interests for free. Well, friend and neighbor, the internet has just that kind of liberating power. It's supposed to be as liberating as Guttenberg's press, but we mostly find ourselves beign wrapped in just more and more paper.
That's because the internet is up to now a display and interaction interface. Essentially, it's what you would have if you bought an application that was really pretty, but, upon firing the thing up, you find the application doesn't do anything new.
That's Content and Format without a demonstrable leap in Functionality. It's what we all call a hot check promising more than what's just been written on the paper... in this case, interface.
It's the kind of thing we've all watched Bill Gates do; promise a digital decade and produce a decimation. Since Mister Gates is leaving Microsoft for greener charity, we can safely assume his contribution to Microsoft is done. The latter years of his principality has been content and format with no function. All talk, lots of style but no do.
Mister Feeney may have suffered the same malaise of motivation. We do not know as Mister Feeney's efforts are as secret and inscrutible as any master disguiser. So we wait to see the legacy of General Atlantic. So far, his picks and puts are all seemingly wise moves, but, there's not theme to the pudding. We don't know if the man can cook.
The common person needs an assessment of what the big boys are doing to formulate a plan so as not to get stepped on. Let's just call this funky-skinned blogsite a way to see what's out in the trees...just beyond our discerning. Yeah. That's the ticket.
So, we wish both gentlemen well in all the good deed doing they may take on.
Just remember. It's not spelled philantrophy.
