I knew this person a while ago, her father was a cop sort of - involved in the probation dept., licensed to carry, etc. She had this way of using the most recently fashionable street slang, almost an act of violence in itself, there was revenge in it. Attainment. Power. It took a long time before it occurred to me how she was getting it.
Why the guards talk cool, sort of.
It's what's most damagingly wrong with all the surveillance information, not so much the gathering in as the processing, and who's doing it.
If you can listen to people cooler than you go about the business of their daily lives, you can learn to imitate the way they talk, it's a kind of prosthetic initiation, a bypassing of the real process of learning and representing that the natural form is. An artificial leg up.
It's how the Neanderthals died. Don't ask me how I know that, but I do. That may seem comically unimportant, but it's the template for this moment. The same spirit, the same tactics.
Whales have that innocence, elephants, the great cats, the bears; these are our kin, our cousins, brothers and sisters.
There was much more back there - the traces are gone - bits of jewelry in the burial mounds, you have to extrapolate. The recent past is testimony of what's possible, and the present.
My heart's filled with it, I know it as certainly as I know there were gardens, ornamental gardens, long before there were roads, before the wheel.
This is the triumph of cowardice. The arrogant strut of inferior souls in ascension.
Why the guards talk cool, sort of.
It's what's most damagingly wrong with all the surveillance information, not so much the gathering in as the processing, and who's doing it.
If you can listen to people cooler than you go about the business of their daily lives, you can learn to imitate the way they talk, it's a kind of prosthetic initiation, a bypassing of the real process of learning and representing that the natural form is. An artificial leg up.
It's how the Neanderthals died. Don't ask me how I know that, but I do. That may seem comically unimportant, but it's the template for this moment. The same spirit, the same tactics.
Whales have that innocence, elephants, the great cats, the bears; these are our kin, our cousins, brothers and sisters.
There was much more back there - the traces are gone - bits of jewelry in the burial mounds, you have to extrapolate. The recent past is testimony of what's possible, and the present.
My heart's filled with it, I know it as certainly as I know there were gardens, ornamental gardens, long before there were roads, before the wheel.
This is the triumph of cowardice. The arrogant strut of inferior souls in ascension.
