Thursday, 12 September 2013, GILLIGAN'S ISLAND - Now what kind of a person becomes a blogger is a hard question to answer because if you told a person just a couple score back that that was going to be perhaps an important step they took coursing down the path of life they of course so far as I know would not even have a clue what you might be talking about. "Don't dominate the rap, Jack, if you got nothin' new to say." Copyright Grateful Dead.
We of the Money clan are generally a very inquisitive bunch so one would expect that one of the first things that we might try to do if we were going to set about blogging would be to look up the etymology of his so-called word "blog". I have never cared for it myself as it sounds like something that a pre-schooler is mispronouncing.
My first thought would be that like many words in the English language that sound somewhat strange and unrelated to any other words that come right to mind is that it is an onomatopoeia. An ononmatapoeia is a word that sounds like that which it describes. A good example would be a word like "Wow" or "Pow" that in its very pronunciation evokes that from which it derives its meaning. They tended to have a lot of these cartoonesque words on a show like "Batman" when he and Robin ("the Boy Wonder") would get into staged fistfights. These words were literally "thrown" onto the screen like a Jackson Pollack onto a painting with a lot of similar accompanying minor ones representing sounds such as "Zap" and "Zing" and "Zow" and so on.
I think that that must have been one of the largest cultural influenes on our collective childhood in the waning days of the 1960's. For us it was the small Sony television on the kitchen table with yours truly closest the controls through our leisurely dinner post-late afternoon "Speed Racer" and into the lazy evening hours of the elder Moneys and the cocktail cart while for us Money children it was Gilligan's Island, the Flinstones "a ya-ba-da-ba-doo" time (now there is an onomatapoeia for you), "I Love Lucy" years before we would learn of friends grown older moved west to southern California taunting a drunken Desi Arnez from the Pacific beach behind his home, and then on to a summer evening outdoors or the seminal "Star Trek" and on later to surrealistic beatnik Ratpack thin-tie cool-smoking style of creator Rod Serling introducing another "Twilight Zone".
Of course we heard about what was going on out in San Francisco by the summer of 1967 but by then too the body count from Vietnam was a growing nightly feature on the news, we just outside of New York where Frank Zappa was playing nightly to a largely suburban audience way out of our league which was definitely still the National, and yes I think in hindsight having come to see it for ourselves although we later heard that by the "Summer of Love" the apex had really already been reached MK-Ultra having made the great Acid experiment a foregone conclusion by the time it found its way into the United States Code Annotated.
"Further" was retreating back to the tall trees of Oregon really ever since they left the Beatles concert at the Cow Palace too many screaming little girls in their ears, Hells Angels stomped Hunter Thompson south of the Great Highway were in hot pursuit, and back out East we still maybe had a couple more years at least through the decade's finale with one of Rusty Staub's great sliding catches through a seventh-inning watered outfield for the Amazing Mets with Nolan Ryan's sizzlers coming in at easy over one hundered miles per hour. Yes by then they were rounding them up in the urban ghettoes across the country Air America flying them out of Oakland for some very short tours of duty in the jungles of southeast Asia the body bags returning by night filling the cargo bays of the C-130's headed for the long morgues astride Doyle Drive ramping up to the Golden Gate still guarded by the Nike missile sites littering the woods of the Presidio and over in Marin the hills of Fort Barry on a world already starting to go from Cold to just a bit too warm....
And already the technology looking for a purpose in transition through New Mexico but they already were on their way the smiling Macs getting ready to come around the corner of the approaching decades and not all that far behind here we are the bloggers come along E-Z heck any money invaders spread out to every corner of the earth, Hey, hey, with the Moneys, we're just moneying around. . . .
Careful Obama, careful careful Obama. . . .
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Max MoneyFlash - Cathartic Realization That SleepBlogging Is Not A Winner!
Hello Thinksters. In the harsh light of the early afternoon upon my bloodshot, weary eyes looking over what combination of shades of olive drab and golden rust might best be suited to the capture of this log's essential spiritual raison d'etre which is of course in the words of the late great Frank Zappa "strictly commercial" I looked over the last post desperately searching for meaning especially in the parts where I fell asleep and awoke with my face resting (if one might call it that) hard upon the unyielding plastic keyboard. I was unable to find any meaning.
Amongst the lengthy series of repeated letters broken occasionally by a few other different letters and then continuing on down the page to equally unyielding patches of space what appeared possibly most interesting were the words and their distortions as my slumbering face smashed into the keys. I have a friend whom I used to watch type so fast that when he fell asleep typing he would continue flawlessly on to write well into the substance of his dreams before his words ground to their inevitable (or so it seemed) halt. As I have demonstrated I am sure to everyone's satisfaction I must believe that I cannot do that.
So Thinksters should you find some meaning or lack thereof worth sharing you are always welcome to do so wherever including here. Whether on page, stage or even on television I did warn persons who clearly expected to be censored that neither I nor my ultimate boss, be it editor, director, or producer, who was inevitably myself, was most rarely inclined to do so. And when I did not censor unfortunately some persons said or did things publicly from which they have wished (for the rest of their lives) they had refrained.
The one exception I can think of as to Max Money was the censoring of myself or perhaps ultimately a word of Jim Morrison of the Doors when performing a karaoke version of the Doors song "The End", copyright Jim Morrison/The Doors. I was smacked with the realization as I gazed out over the overflow outdoors rear dining plaza crowd at $2 margarita night at the Mexican restaurant in Texas that there were children there who were just too young to hear it, so I changed it to a guttural sound that I had heard him do himself on certain occasions in recordings of certain performances. Most people might tell you otherwise about Jim Morrison, but we so often speak of that which we do not know.
Here in the preceding post Thinksters because I find especially maddening and entirely unenlightening the lengthiest series of the same letter filling screen after screen as I become more and more frustrated that my computer cannot get them to scroll away even faster I have deleted some of these with notation made. The same treatment I gave some of the larger blank spaces without apparent meaning other than aesthetic offense to the nearly universally held sense of what is fundamentally balanced and what is not.
Finally a call to celebration as Blog To Get Rich should now have achieved reported visits of twenty persons since its initial publication, although at least fifteen of those admittedly may have been by yours truly by accident!
Two views Max Money is especially super-excited to report are even from outside the United States and not even from North America so I know I did not make them except I did have this strange lapse recently where I suspected I may have been space-probed (yuck!), I believe Germany and Korea (although the latter may be one of the countries which has made the no-doubt wrenching decision to bar Max Money's internet presence) which makes them carry a great deal of weight according to one of my algorithms.
I in fact do not even know what algorithms are other than that we need them or need to know them or something. Really I am a little confused how those foreign viewers even ended up on our site at this point. Oh well, there is something else for us to think about and assimilate. I know, four syllables, twice as many as Rick Per. . . . sorry I forgot for a moment that this is a non-partisan "how to" site. (That idiot).
Finally, remaining Thinksters (I'll say) especially because of preparation for running advertisements or having created (b)logs for the express purpose of promoting particular commercial endeavors Thinksters who might be following along (or not along) with new (b)logs of their own perhaps newly inspired upon seeing the shambles of Max Money's work, it being apparent how easy it must be to do better, we all need remind one another that intentionally doing things that up our statistics that are prohibited are not going to be worth anything to us in the long run but just the opposite. Alright, then, blogstop!
Copyright 2013 MaxMoney All World Rights Expressly Reserved
Amongst the lengthy series of repeated letters broken occasionally by a few other different letters and then continuing on down the page to equally unyielding patches of space what appeared possibly most interesting were the words and their distortions as my slumbering face smashed into the keys. I have a friend whom I used to watch type so fast that when he fell asleep typing he would continue flawlessly on to write well into the substance of his dreams before his words ground to their inevitable (or so it seemed) halt. As I have demonstrated I am sure to everyone's satisfaction I must believe that I cannot do that.
So Thinksters should you find some meaning or lack thereof worth sharing you are always welcome to do so wherever including here. Whether on page, stage or even on television I did warn persons who clearly expected to be censored that neither I nor my ultimate boss, be it editor, director, or producer, who was inevitably myself, was most rarely inclined to do so. And when I did not censor unfortunately some persons said or did things publicly from which they have wished (for the rest of their lives) they had refrained.
The one exception I can think of as to Max Money was the censoring of myself or perhaps ultimately a word of Jim Morrison of the Doors when performing a karaoke version of the Doors song "The End", copyright Jim Morrison/The Doors. I was smacked with the realization as I gazed out over the overflow outdoors rear dining plaza crowd at $2 margarita night at the Mexican restaurant in Texas that there were children there who were just too young to hear it, so I changed it to a guttural sound that I had heard him do himself on certain occasions in recordings of certain performances. Most people might tell you otherwise about Jim Morrison, but we so often speak of that which we do not know.
Here in the preceding post Thinksters because I find especially maddening and entirely unenlightening the lengthiest series of the same letter filling screen after screen as I become more and more frustrated that my computer cannot get them to scroll away even faster I have deleted some of these with notation made. The same treatment I gave some of the larger blank spaces without apparent meaning other than aesthetic offense to the nearly universally held sense of what is fundamentally balanced and what is not.
Finally a call to celebration as Blog To Get Rich should now have achieved reported visits of twenty persons since its initial publication, although at least fifteen of those admittedly may have been by yours truly by accident!
Two views Max Money is especially super-excited to report are even from outside the United States and not even from North America so I know I did not make them except I did have this strange lapse recently where I suspected I may have been space-probed (yuck!), I believe Germany and Korea (although the latter may be one of the countries which has made the no-doubt wrenching decision to bar Max Money's internet presence) which makes them carry a great deal of weight according to one of my algorithms.
I in fact do not even know what algorithms are other than that we need them or need to know them or something. Really I am a little confused how those foreign viewers even ended up on our site at this point. Oh well, there is something else for us to think about and assimilate. I know, four syllables, twice as many as Rick Per. . . . sorry I forgot for a moment that this is a non-partisan "how to" site. (That idiot).
Finally, remaining Thinksters (I'll say) especially because of preparation for running advertisements or having created (b)logs for the express purpose of promoting particular commercial endeavors Thinksters who might be following along (or not along) with new (b)logs of their own perhaps newly inspired upon seeing the shambles of Max Money's work, it being apparent how easy it must be to do better, we all need remind one another that intentionally doing things that up our statistics that are prohibited are not going to be worth anything to us in the long run but just the opposite. Alright, then, blogstop!
Copyright 2013 MaxMoney All World Rights Expressly Reserved
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