
wEll done Mr Robot person. Robohope is proud of you. Really robotically proud.
On the transmission of ideas:
What is an idea might also be expressed as who is an idea? Marx is an idea as well as a person. Or rather we speak of Marxism for his ideas and for his person we say Marx. This classification may not be unique to English but it may also have its opposite in certain lebenswelts, even if they are imaginary. We can conjure a Borgesian world whereby a person is their idea and in fact in some computer remain as both idea and person.
But the realisation we encounter here is that people do not have one idea, they have many. So, where, therefore do we delineate an idea like: It would be nice to have bacon for breakfast from Bacon is central to the Enlightenment or even bacon was more central to the Enlightenment than Bacon.On the transmission of ideas:


WOW! This is K1's effort at a musical. It's pretty good. He's trying to get it on TV. He wants it to be part of a series of seven called The Gnuthausen Chronicles. I wish him luck. He hasn't included me. All he's done is put me in a few grainy YouTube efforts. K1 when are you going to write a musical for me? I've got a title already: The Puppet, The PuppetMaster and The Night The Bad Strings Were Repaired At Last. Good title. And I'd be the STAAAH!





Oh Yeah!!! I started this here blog with the question: where are the mirrors in the Universe? And here it is: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap080625.htm. Wow. I had a feeling this idea was correct because even in ponds we see "mirrors". Your eyes are mirrors. In a sense the mind is a kind of mirror.
This is an excellent graffiti because it uses many common symbols. However, it does not use the 'M' of McDonalds though that may be intentional.



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Is this what will happen if the economy goes belly shnup?
Commentators out there have been woaning but you know I warned you all earlier in the year that all the computer maths business doings was going to have reverb. It happened with the sub-prhyme mortgage problem in the US which might be facing its greatest challenge since the 1930's. Bush fans or no your President or was it Cheyney took their eye of f the ball and rushed into a war that has cost us all too much.

hi I'm Jerry Soundhed and I 'm going to have my new show podcasted someday. But given how slow Mr Squorch is (think Elvistein) I'll probably never get off the graphite.
The Fall of the Rebel Angels by Breughel is not an iconic picture in our current Western visuo-geist compared to, for example, Breughel's own Triumph of Death.Below and Above 1
That day the clouds haltly like motor-traffic
And into the stretching light of summer night june,
Their seedlet rain sowing
Did what they do in an England London way-
That is in their own interplay
The day, they spoiled, for some, for some I’m sure,
But for others, most likely, can I assure you?
They secured:
Strolling together enbelled beneath skyscraper umbrellas
In certain quarters of Hampstead
Pimlico and Bayswater and less famous places too
They matriculated some romance
And the blades of sunlight that cut through
Symbolised something to them and for them
Of what so rarely staples, fuses, fissions, pins the here to now
Detatches the gowhere? Nowhere
From the somewhere righthere to the right now non-
Finite
And sometimes when it’s true that’s called like wow,
A kiss.
As for me I’m in the aforementioned Pimlico
In a café Nero
Waiting for the 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, zero moment
When ashtrays can never sit atop menus
In the interior venues…
Restaurants and bars
In winter you will exhale beneath the stars
But now here
I inhale the moment
The 7:50 segment of
The Pinball machine day
Everyone in
An object – they’re humans I know like me –
I’m an object to them too – dodge, sometimes collide
Here each is a pinball to a ride
The rain and the wind drove us inside.
Happy at the inertia
Of reveries about my ancient
And because associations work mysteriously
Mila the Muscovite’s accent
And wildly beautiful eyes in my mind like the colour of the rising moon in summer
And ruminations about the ancientness of the domestic cat
And the situation of the Pre-Raphaelite,
Aesthetically preferred by Mila
Who yet is found here in a 21st century poem
Gowhere righthere now where, as a symbol
Not a soul, floating more graciously than the clouds of the 29th of June 2007
Into the stratas
That have been recorded
And will sometimes be reopened
To let meanings
Enact all synonyms and similes of motion
In their attempt to collide or cooperate with each other
Yet above the clouds are stars
And above them more metaphors