To set a tone of purpose and concern for the days that would follow, the opening keynote address was delivered by author/inventor, Buckminster Fuller, who spoke for two hours and 15 minutes about the "dynamics of mass communication in relation to expanding world technology." Fuller urged those present to consider how insignificant the human being is in relation to the universe. Fuller observed great growing concern over the crisis of energy but stated that, "the concern should be for the apparent crisis of ignorance."No, Bucky wasn't right. Anyone who complains about IGNORANCE is automatically wrong.
I later realized how right Fuller was when I asked about 35 people at random what they thought of Fuller's speech. Some of the comments I received were: "he's really heavy," "his speech was a bit heavy for 9 o'clock in the morning." "the old guy is really sharp," and "he really didn't say anything about radio or records."
We entered Barry's large sterile living room and for the first time that evening I saw Dr McLuhan without his coat...Even while he had napped at home he had kept it on...Now he seemed to change...to relax more...He literally fell down on the couch in slouch...and began to rap...For some unknown reason his subject began...No wisdom at all. Pure bullshit. Schizophrenic rambling.
MARSHALL: Ahhh...There we go...Somebody said..."Farting is such sweet sorrow...You might be amused to know that the word "fart" means go...It's the past participle of the word "faron "...which means..."to go"...to fare...forward...to fare...and "faron" to go...is the past participle of fahrt (German) meaning gone...and when you're "gone"...or "fahrted" why the people say in England..."and joy go with thee"...instead of saying..."Gesunheidt" they say..."and joy go. with thee"...But, Chaucer built his great poem The House of Fame...or..."The House of Fame"...It's a theory of what human reputation of fame is...He built the entire poem on the metaphor of "fart "...because he says "Fame is just air broken and broken air "...Here's your resonant interval again...And broken air creates the noise of sound...And then there's reputation...or fame...And fame is just a collosal fart...So he built a learned poem using all the physics of the Middle Age entirely on the pun... "As Fame As F a r t "... T h e G r e a t Chaucer..."
"Incredible"...I said, trying to figure out just what great wisdom he had bestowed upon me...
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