Comments on: archive the homeless http://cygnoir.net/2006/02/07/archive-the-homeless/ the black swan with digital wings Wed, 23 May 2012 23:22:00 +0000 hourly 1 By: lara http://cygnoir.net/2006/02/07/archive-the-homeless/comment-page-1/#comment-1268 lara Wed, 08 Feb 2006 22:19:05 +0000 http://www.cygnoir.net/journal/2006/02/archive-the-homeless.php#comment-1268 or i guess you can start by lobbying to have them all provided filing cabinets on wheels, dear.. maybe office depot or staples will sponsor it. with some ginormous advertising emblazoned on the sides of the filing cabinets. well, it's a start anyway. or i guess you can start by lobbying to have them all provided filing cabinets on wheels, dear.. maybe office depot or staples will sponsor it. with some ginormous advertising emblazoned on the sides of the filing cabinets. well, it’s a start anyway.

]]> By: Fashion Minister, People's Republic of East Davis http://cygnoir.net/2006/02/07/archive-the-homeless/comment-page-1/#comment-1267 Fashion Minister, People's Republic of East Davis Wed, 08 Feb 2006 21:53:16 +0000 http://www.cygnoir.net/journal/2006/02/archive-the-homeless.php#comment-1267 Okay so there is this guy who hangs around my favorite coffee shop (for the record, Naked Lounge at 15th and Q in Sacramento) and who, while not homeless and not definitively a conspiracy nut, has many trappings of same and is just generally ludicrous (sleeveless 80's muscle T-shirt, droopy moustache, super-straight rex-kwan-do pony tail, etc.). He also likes to ask totally random people totally random questions with no context whatsoever. Now, the backstory to this particular incident is that I spent too many nights in the mid-1990's listening to Negativland's Time Zones Cultural Exchange Project on repeat while I was in a, shall we say, psychopharmacologically attenuated state. A little over a year ago one of my friends from back in the day, who is now my neighbor, decided to run a Call of Cthulhu game based on the TZCEP mythos (specifically, our characters were investigating connections between the Hudson Valley mansion of C. Elliot Friday and a dilapidated 19th century intentional community begun by George Sandeman and various strangeness involving Zoroastrians, the Nobel family, Mandaean cosmology, Trotskyite activity in the 1920's Catskills, the Rumanian Iron Guard, and the Soviet Oil Fields at Baku. Which, as those familiar with the TZCEP will immediately recognize, put me in mind of all things Amelia Earhardt (if I've lost you already, just smile and nod). So this was all fresh up in my frontal lobes when random coffee shop guy leans over without any introduction or prefacing whatsoever and says "Hey which way is Australia?". I think about it for a minute, gauging the layout of downtown Sacramento's street grid, and point. A few minutes pass, then again with no "excuse me", no "hi", no nothing, "Which way is New Guinea?". This continues for a while sporadically, becoming more and more focused on the south pacific, triangulating various locations like Hawaii, Fiji, Tonga, Truk, etc. ... finally I look over and see he has one of those zoommable Earth maps and he has clearly focused in on Howland Island. Which now, looking back, is the perfect place to set my newest brain child: Snakes on a Plane, the d20 Roleplaying Adventure. :) thanks for listening, and thanks for being you. Okay so there is this guy who hangs around my favorite coffee shop (for the record, Naked Lounge at 15th and Q in Sacramento) and who, while not homeless and not definitively a conspiracy nut, has many trappings of same and is just generally ludicrous (sleeveless 80′s muscle T-shirt, droopy moustache, super-straight rex-kwan-do pony tail, etc.). He also likes to ask totally random people totally random questions with no context whatsoever.
Now, the backstory to this particular incident is that I spent too many nights in the mid-1990′s listening to Negativland’s Time Zones Cultural Exchange Project on repeat while I was in a, shall we say, psychopharmacologically attenuated state. A little over a year ago one of my friends from back in the day, who is now my neighbor, decided to run a Call of Cthulhu game based on the TZCEP mythos (specifically, our characters were investigating connections between the Hudson Valley mansion of C. Elliot Friday and a dilapidated 19th century intentional community begun by George Sandeman and various strangeness involving Zoroastrians, the Nobel family, Mandaean cosmology, Trotskyite activity in the 1920′s Catskills, the Rumanian Iron Guard, and the Soviet Oil Fields at Baku.
Which, as those familiar with the TZCEP will immediately recognize, put me in mind of all things Amelia Earhardt (if I’ve lost you already, just smile and nod).
So this was all fresh up in my frontal lobes when random coffee shop guy leans over without any introduction or prefacing whatsoever and says “Hey which way is Australia?”. I think about it for a minute, gauging the layout of downtown Sacramento’s street grid, and point.
A few minutes pass, then again with no “excuse me”, no “hi”, no nothing, “Which way is New Guinea?”.
This continues for a while sporadically, becoming more and more focused on the south pacific, triangulating various locations like Hawaii, Fiji, Tonga, Truk, etc. … finally I look over and see he has one of those zoommable Earth maps and he has clearly focused in on Howland Island.

Which now, looking back, is the perfect place to set my newest brain child: Snakes on a Plane, the d20 Roleplaying Adventure.

:)

thanks for listening, and thanks for being you.

]]> By: fivecats http://cygnoir.net/2006/02/07/archive-the-homeless/comment-page-1/#comment-1266 fivecats Wed, 08 Feb 2006 14:21:06 +0000 http://www.cygnoir.net/journal/2006/02/archive-the-homeless.php#comment-1266 How will you archive them? And see <a href="http://ruralrob.livejournal.com/388576.html" rel="nofollow">http://ruralrob.livejournal.com/388576.html</a> ... How will you archive them?

And see http://ruralrob.livejournal.com/388576.html

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