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Communication Making The World Less Tolerant
angkor writes "Interesting NY Times magazine article with a contrarian viewpoint: "In some ways, global satellite TV and Internet access have actually made the world a less understanding, less tolerant place." " Reg. required blah blah - but the point the author makes is interesting - what if all the hubbaloo about connecting people via the Internet makes us less likely to like each other?
I love calculus!
And I love... Final Fantasy VI!
If registration is no big deal, why do they make me do it, just to read the damn article?
Personally, I think the fine print says something about Satan owning your soul after the 666th web registration. Thank god, I'm only at #50something.
Last Chance to See! The final opportunity to discuss this before the lights go out [slashdot.org]
Questions? There are answers here! [slashdot.org]
Saved for posterity, from a discussion about the new subscription system:
... while I don't mean to dismiss the value
of comment posters, the percentage of readers
that read comments is small. Yes comments draw
readers, and keep them coming back. But half
of readers don't care! An accepted story
submission provides a benefit to hundreds
of thousands of Slashdot readers. A Score:3
comment is read by 1/50th of that. So if we
decide that an accepted story submission is
worth 1000 page views, you would need to post
perhaps 50 Score:3 comments to affect the
same number of people
A statistic in the hand of the ignorant is more dangerous than a gun in the hand of a child. Malda's dismissal of the importance of comments [slashdot.org] reflects on the inability of Slashdot's "editors" to understand the way communities work.
For the record, my feelings on the Slashdot Subscription Embroglio rests firmly in the uninterested. I have almost zero opinion on the final outcome of subscriptions. I love Slashdot, and will probably subscribe at some point to support the site, but the details are dull (to me).
Says Rob Malda, "... while I don't mean to dismiss the value of comment posters, the percentage of readers that read comments is small. Yes comments draw readers, and keep them coming back. But half
of readers don't care!" In that case, Slashdot would be much better served by dumping the flaky and irritating overhead of a DB server and filling the pipe with a longer "Favorites" list--which, essentially, is what Slashdot is once you strip away the comments and comment posters. This is where a meaningless SQL query puts dangerous statistics in the hand of the ignorant. If Malda thinks that he can divine real knowledge from a SELECT query, he is sadly mistaken. While I do not doubt the validity of the numbers, I seriously doubt the validity of his extrapolation of the data. The ebb and flow of a community cannot be read from the tea leaves of an Apache log file.
This easy dismissal of the value of the only providers of interesting and insightful content on Slashdot is offensive. Thus, I propose a small revolt. The (Hopefully) Great Slashdot Blackout.
T(H)GSB will be during the week of April 21 through April 27. Easy to remember, the full moon in April falls on the 27th. During that time, I will not be posting, nor will I click through to read the comments from the home page. I will become as Malda's idea of the typical Slashdot reader. I will provide no new content (neither comments, nor story submissions--although I'm not much of a story submitter).
During that week, I'd like to see if Malda sees Slashdot become a better place, or if it becomes the Hallowed Shrine of Troll. I'd like for the logs to be revisited and new queries run. And, I'd like for the "editors" to really see what the true value of Slashdot is--not the sum of click-throughs and page-views, but the sharing of knowledge and dissemination of information; the passing of experience from the more to the less.
This is where the (Hopefully) comes in. This is only meaningful if enough free content-providers (i.e., comment posters) agree to go along and participate. If there is only me and a handful of others who cease normal activities during that week, it will be pretty meaningless. Barely a dent will be made, and Malda and the other "editors" will never realize the incredible value they receive from comment posters.
To spread the word, I'm changing my sig to link to this journal entry. If you would like to help, you can link to this journal from your own sig, or you can simply resolve to enter into a voluntary one-week
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This is a true story that took place when I was 16, now I amstill 16, gay and loving every minute of it!
It was late, about ten, ten thirty. When I got done working out I walked intothe locker room and it was empty. So I got undressed and walked around the locker room naked, looking in the mirror rubbing my ass and cock. Right then twomen who were in the sauna walked out and saw me strutting my stuff. I was so embarrassed. I went into the shower and started to rinseoff when I saw the two men walk in with semi- wood.
Still a little embarrassed I turned around so theycouldn't see my cock, which was getting a little hard from starring at theirnice dicks. One man was a white man about 5'11'', muscular, tan, and a four inch dick without wood. The other was black and 6'1'', alsomuscular, he was about an inch bigger than the other guy.
I was almost done with my shower and I looked overand saw the two men playing with each others dicks. Right then I got a huge bonner. They looked at me and laughed. "Don'tworry about it, it happens to the best of us!" I was walking passed them and, and one ofthem reached out and grabbed my ass. "Haveyou ever been with a man before?" the one man asked. "Ihave kissed men, but I have never had sex." "Wouldyou like to change that?" Asked the other "I would LOVE to." I replied
One man worked at the gym and madesure everyone was gone and he locked up the doors to the outside. We had the whole place to ourselves, so weall decided to go into the pool. So Istarted to pit my underwear on... "Woo what are you doing?" "I thought we were going swimming?" "Yes awe are, but since no one else is here, we can go naked!"
I was so excited and a littlenervous. But when we got in the pooland started swimming, and the black man, named Chris, swam by and I grabbed hisass. He stopped right away and hereached for my balls. I grabbed hishand and put it on my ass. We lookeddeep into each others eyes and started kissing. Chris started feeling around my ass, and he stuck his finger inmy asshole. When Kyle, the other man,saw this he came right over and started fingering Chris' asshole. Kyle had the idea of going into the sauna again. I obviously agreed, and we were off. Luckily for me the sauna wasn't very hot, but it was steamy. We got started right away. Chris told me to come over and surprisehim. He closed his eyes and I got on myknees and started licking his balls, which hung low and were sweaty.
I wanted his ass, so I told him to bendover. I licked his ass, then hisasshole, which I cleaned out, and I loved every lick of it. As I was gettingdone I felt a cold wet something lick my asshole. I turned around and Kyle was behind me going crazy on my asshole. I turned back around and started sucking offChris, his cock was warm and I could barley fit it in my mouth. I sucked slowly at first, then I started tospeed up and Chris started moaning. Iwas as hard as a rock by now. When Chris started moaning lauder I blew my load all over Kyle's face, I turned to him and licked it off his face. I went right back to Chris and right when I turned around I caught his huge load in myface. I wiped some off with my fingerand licked it clean. Kyle came over andlicked the rest of my face I started making out with him, which continued for acouple minutes. Then Kyle told me tolay down and get my side. I listened and Kyle he did the same.
He moved closer and poked my ass with hid tip. Then he stuck it in and I could feel myasshole open up. He was very slow atfirst, but sped up. Chris sat down onmy face and I started licking his ass and balls again. After about ten or fifteen minutes, Kylesaid he was about to go. And rightafter that I felt his cum shoot in my ass and it was the best feeling I haveever had. After that Kyle said he had to gopee. But he didn't want to go to thebathroom. So Chris said him and mewould be his bathroom. We both got onour knees in front of Kyle, and he started to let out his piss. Chris said he wanted some so he moved closerto Kyle's dick and drank the piss. Getting very aroused by seeing this, I knew I had to try some. So I grabbed Kyle's dicks and stuck it in mymouth. I started drinking it as fast asI could and some spilled out and ran down my body, which Chris licked off. When Kyle was done I licked his balls. Theywere very sweaty and salty, it was very tasty the sweat got on my chin. Chris licked it off and kissed me deep, histongue explored my mouth and we passionately kissed for a few minutes.
We headed back to the showers and gotoff all the stuff off our bodies. Allthree were washing someone else. It took about 30 minutes to shower, I know it was long but very hot. We have done this many times oversince our first encounter.
...but just because I'm a geek, it doesn't mean I have to be some lazy tard that can't do anything but drink coffee and read 'blogs.' Maybe I'm abnormal, but I do things outside of using a computer. I camp. I walk a lot. I bike a lot. I go take naps in the woods. I garden. I hike. I program on my iBook or my iPAQ (with Squeak) while sitting in the woods, having had to hike a few miles to get to a nice place to sit. For the biking and walking, I don't go out of my way to do it. It's just part of the way I live. When there's not snow on the ground, it's my main method of getting around. I suppose that's not possible if you're living in some gigantic post-apocalyptic hell hole, though. And for the other things, I live in a very green town, with lots of nice big parts and a sanctioned green-belt, so taking naps in the woods isn't extraordinary. Just a way of life. :)
Now, I suppose some people really strive for their activities to be labeled as something a 'geek' would do, trying to live that 'cool' middle school clique feeling that they may have missed out on the first time around. Can't say I identify with that, but to each her own.
So, I suppose you could make the above activities 'geeky' by bringing a PDA and doing something useful with it. If you're not going to do something useful with it, however, do yourself a favor and leave it at home.
For instance, I'll write a bunch of code on my iPAQ. May not be as practical for others, but the programming environment I use on my desktop is the same one I use on my PDA, so code flows back and forth easily, and I can work on the same problems as if I were at my desk. Some people think it's some disgrace to "Nature" to program in the middle of a forest. Frankly, I find it beautiful and peaceful. Especially after a mind-clearing hike. And it sure beats being stuck inside on a beautiful spring day!
Most importantly- have fun!
ok then your [sic] infringing on my copyright! Could you as [sic] me next time before STEALING my comments for your own?
I guess the solution is to stop communicating. See, T(H)GSB is a good idea after all!
ok then your [sic] infringing on my copyright! Could you as [sic] me next time before STEALING my comments for your own?
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A few years ago, while browsing around the library downtown, I had to take a piss. As I entered the john a big beautiful all-American football hero type, about twenty-five, came out of one of the booths. I stood at the urinal looking at him out of the corner of my eye as he washed his hands. He didn't once look at me. He was "straight" and married -- and in any case I was sure I wouldn't have a chance with him.
As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm from his sturdy young ass. I found not only the smell but the shit itself. He'd forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left behind. Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were fat, stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast of turd -- a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's wrist.
I knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me. I'd always been a heavy rimmer and had lapped up more than one little clump of shit, but that had been just an inevitable part of eating ass and not an end in itself. Of course I'd had jerkoff fantasies of devouring great loads of it (what rimmer hasn't), but I had never done it. Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole of the world's handsomest young stud.
Why not? I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both hands to keep it from breaking. I lifted it to my nose. It smelled like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to shit without the benefit of a digestive tract?
I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it smelled. I've found since then that shit nearly almost does.
I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a big brown cock, beating my meat like a madman. I wanted to completely engulf it and bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, bittersweet flavor. To my delight I found that while the water in the bowl had chilled the outside of the turd, it was still warm inside. As I chewed I discovered that it was filled with hard little bits of something I soon identified as peanuts. He hadn't chewed them carefully and they'd passed through his body virtually unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after peanutty lump sliding scratchily down my throat. My only regret was the donor of this feast wasn't there to wash it down with his piss.
I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the cupped palm of my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no more delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum with the rich bitterness of shit.
Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer. But then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me. There was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl. I tenderly fished them out, rolled them into my handkerchief, and stashed them in my briefcase. In the week to come I found all kinds of ways to eat the shit without bolting it right down. Once eaten it's gone forever unless you want to filch it third hand out of your own asshole. Not an unreasonable recourse in moments of desperation or simple boredom.
I stored the turds in the refrigerator when I was not using them but within a week they were all gone. The last one I held in my mouth without chewing, letting it slowly dissolve. I had liquid shit trickling down my throat for nearly four hours. I must have had six orgasms in the process.
I often think of that lovely young guy dropping solid gold out of his sweet, pink asshole every day, never knowing what joy it could, and at least once did, bring to a grateful shiteater.
speaking of being a penultimate (sic) dickhead, as a point of interest, you might want to look up the meaning of penultimate. You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
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Give it to me hard
Crackfiends moderate.
Claim offtopic and flamebait....
Why do you rob me?
There once was a moderator on crack...
Whose brain was located in his nutsack
He modded me unfairly,
Could control myself barely
Wish he would pull his head out of his asscrack.
Why are you posting if your sig supports T(H)GSB?
ok then your [sic] infringing on my copyright! Could you as [sic] me next time before STEALING my comments for your own?
Without the Internet, I wouldn't know of, nor hate, some guy named Jon "Globalization" Katz.