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I went to Sydney. To fly my little elephant. I saw a duct. And the train broke down in Green Square. It was pronounced terminal. We disembarked and caught another train to By this time it was getting late. So late there were no more buses. I finally made it

During one party, Woman A tweeted that she was ‘with the world’s coolest, smartest people!’

– a Julian Assange link: Woman A is only technically happy

Jeff Koons has an embedded colour profile: another note, on concept

So much of the world is advertising, and because of that, individuals feel that they have to present themselves as a package.– Jeff KoonsI’m basically the idea person. I’m not physically involved in the production. I don’t have the necessary abilities, so I go to the top

a borrowed note in part explanation for the power and illusion of social network power

Borrowing from Metcalfe’s law, we might conclude that the power of a network grows at an *increasing* rate with its size. But the reason that network value will increase at this increasing rate in computing is that each addition of a new computer to a network results in a

Little Elephant Ltd. – Company Profile

check out the business profile by clicking/touching these words and please contact me with suggestions, recommendations, advice, offers, flowers, flight tickets, invitations, referrals, connections, cheques, introductions, sponsors, investors, angels, angles, how-tos and who-tos

“conducted and paid for by an entity other than government” – ENTITY WITHOUT IDENTITY

The quote comes from a description here of commercial spaceflight. What is an entity other than government? There is surely more than one. If the predicate remains other than government, is a taxonomic survey possible of such entities? What then are these entities? Are they simply corporations? Do they reside

“At one point I saw Death. He was sitting at a desk, like a banker.” – requiescat or raging but in pace nonetheless: Robert Hughes – 28 July 1938 – 6 August 2012

– portrait by Sylvia Shap, 1981, I inverted