While pro wrestling is indeed a pantomime, all the announcers, refs and managers think it's REAL. Not the divas, though, but that is another story.
Posts by root@eruditorum.œrg
I can't make the picture you posted load. Is it an aerial view of Berra's neighborhood, showing the famous fork in the road?
"EVERYONE KNOWS I'M HIGH. THERE ARE COPS ALL OVER THE PLACE."
Would have been near~impossible for bootleggers to photocopy it.
"I know you're out there. I know that you're afraid…of us. You're afraid of change. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin. I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see…
i can't imagine eating elotes other than standing in a washtub. It's delicious, but messy.
HIRO: I'm at Da5id's house. Where are you?
JUANITA: In an airplane, so I may break up.
H: You on your way here?
J: To Oregon, actually.
H: Portland?
J: Astoria.
H: WTF Astoria, at a time like this?
J: If I told you, we'd get into an argument.
Hiro sits at Da5id's kitchen table and goggles in. Juanita is waiting for Hiro in one of the Black Sun's smaller mtg room. Her
avatar just looks like Juanita, w/no effort made to hide the early suggestions of crow's-feet at the corners of her big black eyes.
The only ones left in the city are street people; immigrants, young bohos & the technomedia priesthood of Mr Lee's Greater Hong Kong. Young smart people like Da5id & Hiro, who take the risk of living in the city because they like stimulation and they know they can handle it.
>Sherman's March, gridlock, motorcycle gangs & bungee jumping. They have parallel-parked their bimbo boxes in computer-designed Burbclave street patterns, w/symmetrical sheetrock shitholes w/vinyl floors & ill-fitting woodwork & no sidewalks, vast house farms out in the loglo wilderness.
Follow the loglo outward, to where the growth is enfolded into the valleys & canyons, & you find the land of the refugees. They have fled from the true America―of atomic bombs, scalpings, hip-hop, chaos theory, snake handlers, spree killers, buffalo jumps, drive-bys, cruise missiles>
The Los Angeles Basin at night.
"No surprises" is the motto of the franchise ghetto, subliminally blazoned on every sign & logo that make up the curves & grids of light that outline the #Basin. The people of America, who live in the world's most surprising & terrible country, take comfort in that motto.
The man in the hospital bed is Da5id.
It's a short flight, mostly because the military pilot is happy to eschew comfort in favor of speed. But they stop short of the Hills, and end up on the roof of a hospital. Part of the Mercy chain, which technically makes this Vatican airspace. So far, this has Juanita written all over it.
Afterward, Hiro would like to take a dump, reading some of those glossy phone book-sized magazines, but he's got to get going. He dries himself off with a fresh towel the size of a circus tent, [dresses], throws some Kongbucks at the butler & runs out, girding himself with the swords.
#SnowCrash
But he must be stopped!
Take aim at the big kid. Put him in your sights and take him down.
FRAA JAD: These matters are important whether or not you take the trouble to understand them.
#Anathem
Or the speed of public attention moving on.
Screencap from The Godfather part 2. Michael Corleone is secretly meeting heads of elite corporations in Havana. His bodyguard looks on.
FISHEYE: The important thing is, Hiro, that you have to understand the Mafia way. And the Mafia way is that we pursue larger goals under the guise of personal relationships...This is how we avoid the trap of self-perpetuating ideology. Ideology is a virus.
A young dog who almost never behaves.
First Tink’s voice grew strong, then she popped out of bed, then she was flashing through the room more merry and impudent than ever. She never thought of thanking those who believed, but she would have like to get at the ones who had hissed.
In my neck of the woods, when that type gets gently corrected, he (or she) says “Well I never HURD of that” which looks like a concession, when you read it, but not when you hear it.
They should call it a Loud Awkward Goose. With a name like that…nobody will be watching out for it.
She couldn't help thinking that there was a little more to life somewhere else. After all, it was a great big world with lots of places to run to.
Hiro slams the button for LAVATORY GRANDE ROYALE. Like an Atlantic City suite for dimwitted pathological gamblers who blunder into a mega-jackpot…it's got everything they equate with luxury: gold-plated fixtures, injection-molded pseudomarble, velvet drapes…
_ Snow Crash
*slams the button for Lavatory Grande Royale*
[it's on Juanita's tab]