I may be dumb or trusting enough to give out my phone number on a newsgroup
full of psyberpsychos, but I'm not trusting enough to take any "@mydeja.com"
eddress at face value without going "hmmm..."
Dave Zero,
Deacon of Deconstruction
jeeze you two ought to get icq or some kind of instant messenger. at
least they go "brrr-ring" or someother noise when you send or get a
message. that way in case one of you is in the bathroom, you hear the
message. you could even make your own wav file that says "You've got
PING!"
glad i could help
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Before you buy.
Lori
*A Mind is a Terrible Thang*
seeke...@my-deja.com wrote:
> In article <20000805204122...@ng-fd1.aol.com>,
> ladi...@aol.com (LadiMacs) wrote:
> > Call.
> >
> would that be a
> cat call
> casting call
> bird call
> out-call (snicker)
Left out PHONE Call, house call, duty call, and my personal fav, re
call!!!!!!!
> jeeze you two ought to get icq or some kind of instant messenger. at
> least they go "brrr-ring" or someother noise when you send or get a
> message.
Got about 5 myself, but I don't always turn them on.... but I do check
the ng quite frequently.
BTW pinging is neither new, or a breech of ng nettiquite, besides, it's
gives everyone else something to reply to :-)
> that way in case one of you is in the bathroom, you hear the
> message. you could even make your own wav file that says "You've got
> PING!"
Very true, or the other person could personalize the ping, and send it to
them, for later use, "I've just Pinged you", unfortunately, Lori's
instant messenger will not send or recieve off line messeges (unlike
ICQ)...
> glad i could help
Well, I'm feeling generous, so I'll say you tried. However, we're going
to have to stick to the 'Ping' system for a while, that way everyone can
'chime' in. Does that 'ring' a bell?
Dave Zero wrote:
> Mating call?
Ironically, that one never entered MY mind :-)
> I may be dumb or trusting enough to give out my phone number on a newsgroup
> full of psyberpsychos,
Or just plain thoughtless and rude enough to give out someone else's.....
> but I'm not trusting enough to take any "@mydeja.com"
> eddress at face value without going "hmmm..."
Good thing.
> Dave Zero,
> Deacon of Deconstruction
Dave, I haven't seen a single bit of deconstruction from you (are you sure you
know what that word means? It is not the same as "smack" or "flaming"... Perhaps
you should practice disassembling first?) Well, at least you didn't use "Deacon
of Discreet"...
David
ohhhh thank u! i fergot those
>
> > jeeze you two ought to get icq or some kind of instant messenger. at
> > least they go "brrr-ring" or someother noise when you send or get a
> > message.
>
> Got about 5 myself, but I don't always turn them on.... but I do check
> the ng quite frequently.
>
> BTW pinging is neither new, or a breech of ng nettiquite, besides,
it's
> gives everyone else something to reply to :-)
nopesies, i did't think it was, i was just tyrin to hep, like the girl
who made shakenbake
>
> > that way in case one of you is in the bathroom, you hear the
> > message. you could even make your own wav file that says "You've got
> > PING!"
>
> Very true, or the other person could personalize the ping, and send
it to
> them, for later use, "I've just Pinged you", unfortunately, Lori's
> instant messenger will not send or recieve off line messeges (unlike
> ICQ)...
>
> > glad i could help
>
> Well, I'm feeling generous, so I'll say you tried. However, we're
going
> to have to stick to the 'Ping' system for a while, that way everyone
can
> 'chime' in. Does that 'ring' a bell?
sure duz. thank u for bein nice to me, not like that Luri gal who
snapped at me :(
To the best of my knowledge, "deconstruction" was a term originally used in
literary circles, as applied to a style of criticism, in which the focus was
shifted away from analysis of the entire piece, and towards a piece-by-piece
dissection of various portions of it, often cross-referencing individual
lines or scenes with commentary or secondary sources to show what the author
intended by a particular portion.
According to Mark Slouka, author of "Reality is Death; the Spirit of
Cyberspace",
"Deconstruction, which began as a method of textual analysis, was all about
dismantling the 'apparent' realities or truths of a literary work's
'indeterminacy'. Like a child picking threads from a blanket, the
deconstructionist would isolate certain elements from, say, a poem by John
Donne, in order to show that all meaning was provisional, that at bottom,
the poem was really about nothing so much as its own subversion...
"One could think of it as a kind of soft version of the Human Genome
Project, which attempted to trace every quirk and failure of the human being
back to its parent chromosome. Here, too, the trick was to locate the bit or
part; once you'd done that, you understood the person."
Here might be a good example of my interpretation of literary
deconstruction.
>
> Excerpt from "Connection" by David Blue, copyright 1992:
>
> Forgot one thing: The girl (or, if you prefer, after all, young woman) who
> relieved Stash of the burden of his virginity was one Rebecca Taylor (just as
> certainly Becky to her friends). The two had met in the sufficiently exotic
> locale of Rio De Janiero in July one summer where Stash had been on vacation
> with his mother and stepfather, and Becky with her father and stepmother. In
> fact it was this odd pairing that had been the topic of their first actual
> conversation, but both agreed neither set of parents should meet for reasons
> of safety. As Stash found out seven minutes later, she was on a cruise, and
> was due to leave early the next morning. The two had enjoyed very thoroughly
> the first part of the night before he'd bid her an early goodnight so that she
> could get to sleep before her plane flight. Later, as he was walking along the
> beach, feeling very pleased with himself (not only for no longer bearing the
> scarlet V but also for managing to withhold this dirty little secret from dear
> Becky) He was, in fact, enjoying a rogueish, man-of-the-world sort of smile
> when he happened to spy his love of forty-five minutes ago, tumbling in
> passion beneath another man, older and stronger than himself. As he turned
> away so not to be seen, part of Stash's smile flew away and the part left
> behind made up an altogether different expression.
> He never found out, but she had lied about her age, too. She'd said she was
> seventeen. She was really fourteen. He wouldn't have cared about that one.
In this passage here, the author attempts to weave a seemingly random scene
into the tapestry of the longer work, using it as a commentary on the
seemingly coincidental but in fact "connected" array of human behaviors and
events. However, when cross-referenced with biographical information on the
author, we see that the "throwaway" scene here almost exactly parallels the
author's own loss-of-virginity experience. Details differ (the setting was
Maui, not Rio, the girl's name was Anna, not Becky), but the described
actions and feelings are in fact largely autobiographical.
From this we can see that Blue's theme is not the inter-connectivity of all
seemingly unrelated things, but rather, reflects his disappointments with
women and sexual experience, a theme we see elsewhere in his writings.
References to false descriptions of ages, concealment of experience, and the
final betrayal by the young woman to "another man, older and stronger than
himself" show Blue's view of womankind as untrustworthy, deceptive, and
certain to betray at some future point.
This may not be the best deconstructionism in literary history, but should
fit into the general description.
> It is not the same as "smack" or "flaming"...
Exactly. Not at all.
> Perhaps
> you should practice disassembling first?)
Is deconstruction not similar to disassembly?
> Well, at least you didn't use
> "Deacon
> of Discreet"...
>
In all honesty, the title was chosen more for its alliterative sound than
for any particular passion I have for deconstruction. I spent four years as
an English minor in the nineties; I got deconstruction thrown at me twice a
day for years.
Are we more clear now?
dZ