hey, i got my own domain, now it's time to....

Self Publish on the net!


so in the ongoingeffort to get away from real employment (i work for a telecom firm, it's not like we accomplish anything anyway) it's time to put all my brilliant talent into just the sort of edgy website that mentioned in slashdot and esoterically dropped in caustic net reports like ntk without explanation, or for that matter, grammar.

i know i can do it.. i know i can make the sort of content that turns monologues into dialogues and truly engages those sucking at the new media teat, i would move them beyond their will (if they had any). and if i do it, if it's really good and original or just fucking strange enough to seem original i'll get offers to write articles and teach classes and earn real money for my startling and insightful advise. phillip greenspun said so, and that's good enough for me. amen. and oh yes, i'll likely whore my talent (everyone's got a make a living. it's not about an expensive car or a nice house.. i'm above that, i'm modest and non-materialistic. it's about being able to IR from your pilot to your cellphone and check your mail from the counter of the local bakery where you are waiting in line, just like all the little people do. because you're one of them, man, one of the people.) so where was i? oh yeah, whoring my talent a little but i know and you'll know too that i'll save my best stuff to publish free forever on my website- untainted by editing, or probably even proofreading. my talent will be open source, my street cred without limits. the more unclear i become, the more you'll know i really have the inside track on what's meaningful in new media. i'm so far ahead i don't even have a computer at home... i don't use graphics on my website... i thought david seigel was a ninny before he admitted it...

oh yes, watch this space. i'm so badass i am completely unperturbed by the fact that i haven't actually written anything yet.

for now, this site is fuckall. feel free to see quinn's webpage.