John Moe talking to Paul Saffo and me from ~02:45 to ~25:00
The wave of digitization is coming as compact discs are tossed out in exchange for iPods, and the Kindle promises to make books obsolete. Midmorning asks what is the role of hard media in our lives, and what will we lose by moving from analog to digital format in our living spaces?
Finally. A chance for me to make a lame Greek Philosophy joke. That public school education just keeps paying for itself, doesn’t it?
Most scene kids will be extremely conceited and have alot of pics of themselves on myspace. They are mostly loud and random, and have funky personalities. They like to say stuff that no one says anymore (mostly 80’s slang). They like to go to raves and shows alot. Some stubborn scene kids claim they’re not scene at all, and say their “hardcore”…but we all know they aren’t.
Wikipedia used to have alot of articles written in the funky personalities of the topics. Now there’s mostly none anymore. I like them. Their extremely loud and random.
I recorded an audio version of “Giving Up the Trade” for Jesse’s radio show. It took me several takes—I choked up the first few times. Not used to talking about my family’s problems in such a candid way.
Here is information regarding how you will enter the venue.
This part is important, but it’s also critical that you do not write or record this information any place and that you destroy this and any other computer this message has/may have appeared upon within the next one (1) hour. I will only say this one (1) time.
At the venue (henceforth, “Base Alpha Base Base Tang Tang Z”), you will be asked a series of questions by someone who claims to be a “Door Man.” For example, he may ask: “Why is this night different from all other nights?” or “If sugar dissolves in water crackers, and simple syrup dissolves on any pancake, then why doesn’t my water heater own the first two Sugarcubes records?” or “No, seriously. Tell me. I’m curious to know: what’s the deal with Matthew Barney?” Stay focused.
To any/all questions you must answer, "Whatever, genius. My Pi Kappa Alpha ring’s still inside your Mom. Now makey with the openey, chop chop." (n.b.: Please say that last sentence with a chingy-changy accent; making “funny oriental eyes” via both index fingers” is “optional,” much like the barbecued pork appetizer and regional rum drink served in a novelty plastic skull)
"The Door Man" will introduce you to "the" "real" "Doorman," who will ask you to sign a consent decree/loyalty oath/power of attorney. He will then unexpectedly knock you half-unconscious and drag you, possibly moaning, to the “Masonic Handshake Suite” deep inside Base Alpha Base Base Tang Tang Z station. Once you awaken and receive cursory, fumbling medical treatment from our chimp/nurse-practitioner, Mr. Peregrine, the “Doorman” will hand you your missing frat ring — professionally cleaned, polished, and devoid of the first “Door Man’s” mother’s peculiarly maritime essence(s). This is not negotiable.
Do not put your ring on until you know all three wishes that you will want. Also, we will not be there, so please don’t touch anything. Await further instructions.
Once again: Please destroy your computer(s) now, and leave your home or office for eleven (11) contiguous hours while our agents rifle through your things, looking for cash, furs, German bearer bonds, and pictures of naked ladies. We will explain later; we’ve said too much already. Actually, we won’t explain, and it would help much if you would put the naked lady pictures somewhere near the window we will break in order to enter, preferably inside a grocery bag marked, “Not Naked Ladies.” TIA.
p.s.: You can’t wish for “more wishes,” so please don’t insult us by trying to game the ring.