Thing 7: Void not prohibited by law (encouraged actually)

Number seven might better be described as a non-thing. Seven is the perfect gift for the person who has nothing and doesn't want that state challanged. Some of the features of these, what shall we call them, products(?), are reminiscent of graphical tools of computers back in the early 90's. They were fun too. Then, of course, the point was to use the tool to craft something meaningful.
Here we are not so encumbered. But at least there is a lot to choose from. But if the vacuum of mental space is what you're after and if you are looking to support a surface investigation of others that make the word "depth" itself benthic, then these conveyors of the trite are for you.
they are the toothless mouth, the thoughtless mind(without the zen benefits, not open, just empty) , the plastic play wallet with Monopoly money waiting to be pretend spent. And who could have guessed how many varieties of nothing there could be, much less are.

Can't see how a library would use this which certainly doesn't mean that one wouldn't.
Not sure why an individual would use these, really, can't call them tools, they don't fix or repair, can't call them gadgets, they don't do anything that makes something that was already being done easier or better and they are limited in scope enough to not be interesting. Don't mean to be so harsh. They just come across as sketchy notions that someone thought were fully developed ideas worthy of the effort to cause them to be. They will play well with the vacuous set and certainly the young who have too little experience to know when the cheap is being fobbed off on them. Of course riding that cultural avalanche downhill can be a thrill all its own.
The big bang gave us a universe of nothing and apparently we are racing to meet it head on with our own version of empty. we can give blank verse a whole new meaning; one beyond literature. Thing 7 stands proudly and declares, "there is nothing here so help yourself and have fun."

thing 6: mashup? Ok... Buffalo and Dusty

Disappointment and relief. Having no FLICKR account owing to the necessity to create yet another account, MASHUP is likewise extant and absent.Not that it would matter. The instructions are sufficiently industrojargonisttechneinsiderlingoglahpthth to have kept me well at bay. I am awash with frustration and gratitude, or I should say, amash.
the Wikipedia links alone were incomprehensible to the point of humor and rage, both coagulating and dripping into the image changing clock taking the form of diverticulized jejuna warpped around deep red heart-shaped boxes of chocolate, ticking off the seconds(never firsts or thirds) minutes, hours as well as ticking me off.
It is apparent that others have successfuly made a go of this so it can be done. I have to say, it appeared to be a tease and an unscalable wall, simultaneously, which I'm sure gave someone no end of satisfaction though also consternation if their job depends on others actually being able to navigate the happy, if murky techi waters of what could, I think be best described as FLICKMASH, which sounds like a glop of smushed meat and potato breakfast side. Which could be good actually.

So what am I saying here? well, for starters, what may and may not be said. I'm sure this feature, like all that came before and likely after would add charm and content to any institution or individual. and of course it would also not enhance service or product one iota. Likely these are fun just as calories obtained through nutritionless comestibles are so mangia! Essen! Then go out and run and burn it off or do some work around here already.
Does anyone get the Buffalo and Dusty mashup? And less importantly does it matter? Aye! There's the rub (and the ointment).

Thing 5: strung lines of spinning propellors plastic triangles and balloons

Examined part A of Flickr. Flickr is a Yahoo product and having no Yahoo account, part B is not possible.
I'm sure this a useful product for those that want to save or share photos that no one can be offended by.
And lots of fun.

Oh. Part A, yes. Well I'm sure it's an easy tool to use. Yahoo(!)

Admittedly being someone who would tend not to place a photo beyond the control and confines of the home computer without expressly permitting it to be viewed specifically for the allotted duration and solely for the selected viewer(s) of my questionable choice, it is with no displeasure that presenting pictures, graphics, images or visuables of any non-lexiconical referents is an impossibility as long as yet another email account is necessary, Yahoo by name, which it apparently is.

Still, in the spirit of the "BLOG", {capitalized and in quotes, not for what may be perceived as sarcastic aggression, but to render the source here more visually accessible, allow it to rise from the level sea of the blue sphere. I show my prejudice here. I imagine the blogosphere a glossy blue (rather unimaginatively given the obvious reference to the atmosphere as represented in paintings of the earth from certain distances as well as the now and forever historographic images of the earth itself from the void of space. I apologize.) and waveless, or more properly, uniformly waved surface in which, where all waves are the same, there may as well be no wave. So, "BLOG" is in capital letters and quotes to achieve a bit of non-uniformity, the better to be seen. This will be dealt with more permanently(once typed, the blog settles back into the sea from which it has been drawn and once again becomes indistinct) later and it is hoped, in a way that will render this "BLOG" separate from the blogosphere even as it remains native to the environment that spawned it.}

...in any event...

I feel it would only be fair to present an IMAGE of some kind to anyone who might, against all advertising and better judgement, visit and read the contents herein. A PHOTOG will be described. Here it is.

The picture can be begun to be stated by saying that it is of me with an iguana on my shoulder. ( Not very specific yet I realize but pictures have to be built up. Please bear with me. I don't do this for a living.) I also have to deal with the issue of the pronoun "an" as modifier for the iguana as some who read this may think, feel or properly categorize the iguana as "mine". It is true that I house and feed the animal but I have never felt that accepting such responsibility was firm grounding for consigning the evolute to the classification "property". But of course, many do not separate those designations of 'property' and 'supported non-humans' and the resulting combination yields "pet" for those without the prefrontal lobes and "keeper" for those with them.

Onward the picture.

The iguana's head appears from behind my own, nose pointing in the opposite direction(north) from my own. We are both in profile. Her skin appears, despite the fact that it is comprised of millimeter sized regular scales with the exception of her head which has larger less regularly shaped scales, as a bound series of extremely thin vertical bands with a fold that casts a shadow that appears to subdivide her longitudinally. Her eye (the iguana is female) that is, her left eye, is shifted to the right of the photog, that is, to her left, a backward glance towards my head. My hair is short so that my head is very, well, head-shaped with little distortion from the actual shape of the fleshed-out skull that longer hair causes. I am enough in profile that my ear demarcates the point halfway between my face and the back of my head. ( As it should-- don't be smart! )

The end of a palm frond, bluer green than the green of the iguana dangles above my head as though attempting to sneak into the picture unnoticed. The blades of the frond, fold slightly dexter to our (the lizard and me) position as we form a pure vertical though the iguana is angled slightly sinister. But for the curve of the iguana over my shoulder and down my torso, the frond blades would all run perpendicular to the spines on the iguana's back, the fronds of course being several orders of magnitude longer than the spines though less impressive for being vegetable in nature(this can be discussed at a later time if you like... assuming there is a you).

the iguana's left foreleg is visible on a fold of my black, collarless shirt, a fold that she has caused with her hand-like front foot, of which two fingers are curled under and into the shirt fold. Her nails are long and blunt, silvery-brown. She is not resting on my shoulder but holds herself up so that her eye is level with my own and the blurry doorbell button behind us by about 2 feet. That and her barely open mouth and jutting lower jaw showing her tongue suggests she is getting ready to take some action (many would conclude that she was about to bite--she isn't.).

I have the sun in my face so I am squinting, my mouth is slightly open,

(many would conclude that I am about to speak--I wasn't)

smiling and frowning simultaneously for the camera and against the blaze in my eyes. My zygomaticus and frontalis are taut.

My right arm is bare from the bicep the bottom of the photo which terminates above the elbow.

My left hand, two fingers of it, the pinky and ring finger, just the last two phalanges ( spans of the the fingers and of course a portion of the fingernails ) curl beneath my chin and over the hip of the iguana. The tail hangs down, lawn green with brown smudges dividing the green at even intervals from the upper edge of her tail to the lower edge which can't be seen because of my shirt, continuing to the bottom of the photograph. I look like I'm stroking an alien beard. My shirt is black but the sun catches it creating a dull, chalky photon yellow in the highlights. A dark, slender cone-shaped fold tapers from my armpit, thin to wide, in reverse of the lizard's tail, wide to thin, in almost the same proportion, following the same arc.

The iguana's upper jaw scales are grey from the blunt flat scale halfway to the reddish-brown scales of the rest of the top of her lumpy head and will shed this soon. The scales under her lower jaw, from the subtympanic shield ( a big round scale that is about the same size as her tympanum or ear ) downward and across, are comparatively salt and peppery with a bit of green, descending from below her ear in a pattern that suggests certain drawings by Escher or fractals arrived at by invoking a Mandelbrot set causing some to erroneously believe in intelligent design. Her dewlap hangs sloppily, a conical fold from her lower jaw, speckled in tiny black, white and green dots, limply on my shirt. She has no need to extend it in order to claim her territory. I am it ( many have already concluded this to be the case--smart asses ).

She looks more alert than I.

Behind us is a dark purple metal door in a khaki green wooden wall continuous with khaki green brick sized masonry. The white plastic doorbell button is on the wooden wall at 2 O'clock to the dirty golden doorknob.

And finally, I am not wearing my glasses.

I offer this picture and hope it will suffice as a FLICKR entry, that no one is offended and that an image has been successfully shared. If further clarity is needed, please ask for further detail.

Returning to the "BLOG" issue. To distinguish this from all the others, it will no longer be called a "BLOG".

Henceforth, this collection of blathering will be a "WEBL". That's wight! A webl.

thing 4: The Carasoyn

1. I "read more" about RSS. It's not a tough concept. Like programming your car radio for stations; some music, some news ands some talk.

The RSS feature, I admit, would be useful to someone who has sites that are returned to over and over. Having none of these, this was a simple and unnecessary collecting of sites. And questions remain:

What do you do about obtaining information not issued through a feed, it being a terrible waste of time to go searching the internet?

Since there's no way to know ahead of time what the content of a feed will be, is the point the feed or what's being fed?

Another way, can the content of a feed become valueless rendering the feed useless even if only from time to time in which case, how is a feed more useful than an intermittent search? Or are feeds always interesting?

Can and do people keep up with enough feed content to make them necessary (the feeds not the people: don't you hate problematic modifiers)? Just a question. Don't get sore.

All this talk of feed, I'm getting hungry.

2. Watched the video: see above (also, nice use of poster boards. No. Seriously. I use them myself though not on a podcast)

3. Successfully set up google reader account and added RSS feeds for a number of items after mistakenly adding 2 feeds to this blog.

4. Added the blog of someone I know to google reader but an email or a phone call will suffice.

5. Having done the first, the rest were no problem. In fact, there is probably room for every feed out there which would, naturally, defeat the purpose. Now, it would be interesting to bring all the feeds into one google reader, including google reader and the create a new account in that google reader and repeat the exercise over and over. RSS google within RSS google within RSS google, endlessly. Could that lead to conscious awareness of google itself?

I wonder if there's a feed about this?

thing 3: Hydrogen and Gravity make light and heat

Used the advanced search feature of each blog search engine, entering the same specific phrase in each.

Google Blog Search brought the relevant blogs expected by the phrase.

Technorati brought nothing expected and did not maintain fidelity to the phrase.

Blog Pulse kept the phrase but the blogs were of little expected relevance.

Blog Lines required an account and therefore it was not tested.

Apparently blogging derives its significance from the volume of people who do it.

Blogosphere: To what does this term refer that's different than any other communicative environment that accomplish the same ends. Is there a magazineosphere, collectedletterosphere, bookosphere or recordedconversationosphere? How does speech which would have no more than personal significance gain importance merely by being stated and saved publicly, or is the blogosphere populated by experts? What thrives in a blogosphere that would otherwise not?

I see a a lot of hydrogen. Where's the gravity?

I'm not saying. I'm just saying.

(Not to put anybody out but it has been said, on televisionosphere, that there is no third thing.

Actually it was the BBCosphere. Say! this is funosphere!)

Ah well, three down, health to go.

2: Further reaction: Peculiar communicative evolution noted

Email, as with the phone, uninvited presences request entry though less information available in email than phone but the visitor is unaware of a successful connection until answered and guest vacates at the termination of the visit, all by permission and in the privacy of  the host.

Facebook and Myspace require permission to enter in like manner but by agreement, the visitor may remain as a presence in an otherwise semi-private field after communication has terminated. The permission may be revoked.

Blogs permit the uninvited to  be a presence and remain and comment, as though standing on the lawn looking and calling through open  windows with no curtains or blinds. Inside becomes more subsumed within outside, losing privacy forcing one to move farther inward to maintain it.

The trend, apparently, is to throw the door open, to give over what personal control and information that the individual may have while being encouraged to develop the view that this is a better way to engage socially and is given, oddly, authority, by issuing it a name with a whole number followed by an empty decimal. Such is the suggestive power of numerals. Who would accept the validity of a philosophy called (business) lemon*hybrid*pineapple? (unless it was a drink)

We have to ask ourselves; are we primates or secondrates?

On the other hand, it is possible, being aware of this, to then devise, prepare and disseminate, at the whim and discretion of the host, for the purpose of maintaining a safe perimeter or even controlling the environment, information, which apparently needs no more authority than the fact that someone held a view and disseminated it, in a post so that the "guests" or followers as the designers of this device has seen fit to call them, may be presented what the host deems a proper gander, and either deflect invasion or draw in and persuade while remaining in actuality, anonymous, that is if one wishes to engage in this manner at all, but certainly when one is compelled. Probably a good venue for secret codes.

Unanswered is the question of how many followers constitute a cult and at what point can one start charging, applying for tax exempt status and secession. 

thing 2; next: 2 point headache

Video: L2 sounds like just L-W2
Article / Reaction: Electrons don't add quality to conversation or information.
Change for change's sake does not constitute a plan.