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@GuyKawasaki: Yoko Ono to judge Twitter haiku competition.
http://adjix.com/v4rv

@charlieisaacs "A whale! Down it goes, and more and more, it is a #Fail!"
 
Yoko Ono to judge Twitter haiku competition
 
Twitter is hosting the first real-time haiku poetry competition, with
judges Yoko Ono and British poet Jackie Kay, picking the best verses from
entries posted live on London's Kings Cross's biggest digital billboard.

Photo 1: AP  Photo 2: Jan Galligan (mobilephone) 

Commuters arriving into Kings Cross are invited to submit three line
haiku-style poems on the subject of the British summer from their
mobilephones using Twitter.
 
The competition begins on Monday, May 18 and runs until Friday, May 22.
Commuters arriving into Kings Cross are invited to submit three line
haiku-style poems on the subject of the British summer from their mobile
phones using Twitter. To submit haikus, commuters have to place the prefix
@kingsplace so their entries will be picked up by the Kings Place Twitter
account. The best contributions are then moderated and appear within
minutes on the largest digital billboard at the station.
 
The initiative has been launched by Kings Place, a cultural and conference
centre, situated in Kings Cross.
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http://twitter.com/75Grand's entry:
 
MONEY HAIKU
the first cold shower
even the #monkey
seems to want
a little coat of straw 

JOHN VS JAN
 

DUTCH NAMES AND THEIR ENGLISH EQUIVALENT
For someone just starting Dutch research, a Dutch name is like a foreign word. To add to this, the Dutch had a habit of "feminizing" male names. It was very important to carry down the paternal grandfather's name, and if a Dutch couple seemed to be having girls only, they might make a feminine name out of a masculine name. For example, Hans might become Hansje. This last name gives a clue to feminine names in Dutch. Names ending in "je", "ye", or "ie" tended to be feminine names. In fact, the j, y, and i were interchangeable, and thus you might see Antje, Antye, or Antie, all being the same name. Another thing to keep in mind, is that the letter J was interchangeable with the letter I. Thus a man could be John J. Post, or John I. Post and it could be the same person. Since the New Jersey Dutch would traditionally use their father's first name as the middle name until late into the 19th century, the researcher is left with the dilemma of what the middle initial suggests - perhaps Johannes or perhaps Isaac. These are all things to keep in mind when looking at a Dutch name. DUTCH ENGLISH
Johannes / Jan John

http://www.voxcommunications.com/
 
Skallywag
 
Someone square or not cool. Often used with "skipskaps." "Man, this club is
filled with skipskaps and skallywags. Let's bounce."

CHAPTER 1: THE VOYAGE BEGINS
 
Aboard the SKALLYWAG

Captain: John G
First Mate: Jan G
Shady Harbour marina, Catskill, NY

"The John B. Sails" is a folk song that first appeared in a 1917
American novel, "Pieces of Eight", written by Richard Le Gallienne.
The "secret" narrator of the story describes it as "one of the quaint Nassau ditties,"
the first verse and chorus of which are:
 
  Come on the sloop John B.
  My grandfather and me,
  Round Nassau town we did roam;
  Drinking all night, ve got in a fight,
  Ve feel so break-up, ve vant to go home.
 
  (Chorus)
  So h'ist up the John B. sails,
 
  See how the mainsail set,
 
  Send for the captain—shore, let us go home,
  Let me go home, let me go home,
  I feel so break-up, I vant to go home.
 
Creator Le Gallienne, Richard, 1866-1947
Title Pieces of Eight
Language English
EText-No. 17741
Release Date 2006-02-10
Copyright Status Not copyrighted in the United States.

Base Directory http://www.gutenberg.org/files/17741/17741-h/17741-h.htm
 
PIECES OF EIGHT
PROLOGUE

Out of the constant East the breeze
Brings morning, like a wafted rose,
Across the glimmering lagoon,
And wakes the still palmetto trees,
And blows adrift the phantom moon,
That paler and still paler glows—
Up with the anchor! let's be going!
O hoist the sail! and let's be going!
Glory and glee
Of the morning sea—
Ah! let's be going!
Under our keel a glass of dreams
Still fairer than the morning sky,
A jewel shot with blue and gold,
The swaying clearness streams and gleams,
A crystal mountain smoothly rolled
O'er magic gardens flowing by—
Over we go the sea-fans waving,
Over the rainbow corals paving
The deep-sea floor;
No more, no more
Would I seek the shore
To make my grave in—
O sea-fans waving!
 
 
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THE JOHN B SAILS
Lee Hays/Carl Sandburg
 
We come on the sloop John B, my grandfather and me.
Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinkin' all night. Got into a fight.
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home.
(I want to go home. So now,)
 
Chorus:
Hoist up the John B's sails.
See how the main sails set.
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home.
(Let me go home.)
Let me go home.
( I want to go home.) I want to go home.
(Why don't you let me go home?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home.
(I want to go home.)
 
First mate, he got drunk.
Broke up the people's trunk.
Constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone (Sheriff John Stone),
why don't you leave me alone?
(Why don't you leave me alone?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home.
(I want to go home. So, now)
 
(Chorus)
Well, the poor cook he caught the fits.
Throw away all of my grits.
Then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home. (I want to go home.)
I want to go home.
(Why don't you let me go home?)
This is the worst trip since I've been born.
(Since I have been born. So, now)
 
(Chorus)

Hoist up the John B's sails.
(John B. sails)
See how the main sails set.
(Main sails set.)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home.
(Let me go home.)
Let me go home. (I want to go home.)
I want to go home.
(Why don't you let me go home?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home.
(I want to go home.)
 
Kingston Trio Sloop John B lyrics
==============
 
 
Jimmie Rodgers
WRECK OF THE JOHN B
 
We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me,
'Round Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night, we got into a fight
I feel so breakup, I want to go home
 
So hoist up the John B sails
See how the mains'l's set,
Send for the captain ashore,
Let me go home
Let me go home
Let me go home
I feel so breakup
I want to go home
 
The first mate he got drunk,
Broke up the people's trunk
Constable had to come and take him away,
Sheriff Johnstone, please let me alone
I fell so breakup, I want to go home.
 
So hoist up the John B sails
See how the mains'l's set,
Send for the captain ashore,
Let me go home
Let me go home
Let me go home
I feel so breakup
I want to go home
 
The stewardess she got stewed,
Ran 'round the poop deck nude
Constable had to come and take her away
Sheriff Johnstone please let me alone
I feel so breakup, I want to to home
 
So hoist up the John B sails
See how the mains'l's set,
Send for the captain ashore,
Let me go home
Let me go home
Let me go home
I feel so breakup
I want to go home

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RE: The Situationists
 

From: Bob Buckeye
Date: Sun, 17 May 2009 18:09:25 -0400
To: 75Grand
 
Jan:
 
Thanks for copying the Vaneigem interview for me. I'll get to it soon. If
I've been productive, I've also been very busy. Four reviews due by
June 1, including -- ha! -- Debord's correspondence and his wife's novel
(Michelle Bernstein).

In "Lipstick Traces," Greil Marcus convinced me of
Debord's importance. I've read everything available of Debord but can't
say I have a sense of him yet.

More later when the air clears.
 
Bob
 
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From: 75Grand
Sent: Sunday, May 17, 2009 8:32 AM
To: Buckeye, Bob
Subject: The Situationists
 
Bob:
 
Thanks for your most recent Quarry Book,

http://amandlapress.com

which looks very good. Will read it soon - and add to website.

You are being VERY productive.
 

Hans Ulrich Obrist: What were your reasons for resigning from the group?
 
Raoul Vaneigem: Following the occupation movements of May 1968, we knew
that some recuperation was afoot. We were familiar with the mechanisms of
alienation that would falsify our ideas and fit them neatly into the
cultural puzzle. It became clear to us, during the last conference in
Venice, that we had failed to shatter those mechanisms, that in fact they
were shattering us from the inside. The group was crumbling, the Venice
conference was demonstrating its increasing uselessness, and the only
answers put forward were commensurate with the self-parody we had fallen
into. Dissension intensified to the point of paranoid denunciation: of
betrayals of radicality, of breaches of revolutionary spirit, of
dereliction of conscience. Those times of catharsis and anathema are now
long past, and it might be useful to examine how it is that we sowed the
seeds of failure for which the group ended up paying such a heavy price.
The shipwreck, however, did not indiscriminately sweep away to the shores
of oblivion all of us who participated in the adventure. The group vanished
in such a way as to allow the individuals to either consolidate their
radicality, disown it, or lapse into the imposture of radicalism. I have
attempted to analyze our experimental adventure in Entre le deuil du monde
et la joie de vivre [Between Mourning the World and Exuberant Life].
 
 
FULL ARTICLE: http://e-flux.com/journal/view/6

75Grand
http://twitter.com/75Grand
 
 
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