Archive for the ‘MOCKOPEDIA’ Category

History in the Mocking (IV) – How to Shoot Oneself in the Foot (Based on a Common UFO Abduction Story)

Sunday, June 14th, 2009

I now have confirmation from outside the matrix of the internet search robots that the concept of mockoblog exists!

I had applied to the blog catalog thingy to list my blog. It took their robot over 48 hours to come up with this email:

<<BlogCatalog – Submission Declined: Angle Blog – World’s 1st MockoBlog?

From: BlogCatalog ([blablabla]@blogcatalog.com)
You may not know this sender. Mark as safe / Mark as Junk.[My inbox was not smart enough to know whether this was junk or not. I do. Do you?]
Sent: Sunday, 14 June 2009 6:47:27 a.m.
To: [administrator] ([me]@[something].com)

Dear [administrator],

Thank you for submitting your blog Angle Blog – World’s 1st MockoBlog (http://www.angle.co.nz) to BlogCatalog.

Unfortunately upon reviewing your blog we are unable to grant it access to the directory.

Your blog was declined for the following reason:

  • The URL you submitted is not a blog. [History, remember this moment!]

If you believe this to be a mistake, you can login to Blog Catalog ([their address]) and change anything which may have caused it to get declined. After updating your blog, it will be put back into the submission queue.

If you have any questions/comments/suggestions/ideas please feel free to contact us.

Thanks,
BlogCatalog>>

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Not only that I like the syle of this email which is clearly better than the one used by my bank in its monthly statements; also:

I’m over the Moon! I have confirmation from one of the most qualified authorities in the blogosphere that my blog is not a blog. (I never thought it was.) If it’s not a blog, it must be something else. Since nobody know what it is and the blog catalog doesn’t come with an explanation or a definition, it means the mockoblog is just what it says it is: a mockoblog, for the time being THE mockoblog.

However, I’m sorry for the blog catalog people or robots (or a bit of a clone of both – that’s also a new concept, as a respectable clone is usually a copy of only one thing). They are shooting their own foot with great precision by not being part of history in the mocking. Leave me out of the blogosphere (your entrance into that sphere, rather) and you condemn yourself to stay forever outside history. To be more precise: when the non-books of the future are publishing the history of everything, the mockoblog will have its place (I guess somewhere close to the hieroglips, not far from the first CD created by Sony and Philips and perhaps the author of the 1st mockoblog will be found in the same footnote as John Barth or in the very close vicinity of Homer, Dante and Cervantes, not to mention Shakespeare, Roger Waters and some guys who are yet to be born). This reminds me to change my pseudo-name on the mockoblog from the boring and technical “Administrator” into what this (oh, so humble!) author is: “The Creator”. (“Technical support! How do I do that?” – – – Static, then a louder male voice from among a few female little voices – – – “No, you can’t! Over!”)

Anyhow, I had even posted a ranking system from their website on my site. By the way, you may have noticed that normally there are no active links in the body of my posts, if you wish to go to a source I may mention, you have to copy and paste it in your browser, as I don’t believe in free intertextuality at such level as to allow my readers to escape the mockoblog and evade into the unknown. But I digress. I had that link there and from it my readers could be practically sent at warp speed into the blog catalog. Not another window or tab, just out of the mockoblog and into completely something else, highly populated and less original space: a list. It’s like dreaming of a large magnolia in your cosy bed with your cuddly lover wrapped around you and suddenly waking up on a dissection table in some rusty UFO. That’s what links do. (Exceptions are those links that are plane and obvious adverts which may happen to be of interest for the reader of the page, if the reader makes a voluntary decision and click on them, thus also contributing sometimes to sponsoring the actual site the advert is on. But I’m digressing again.)

No worries mate! I’m removing your link altogether. Thanks for letting me know I’m too different to be one of yours. Cheers blog catalog!  See you later!

History in the Mocking (III) – The True about the Book: Past, Present and Future

Sunday, June 14th, 2009

The Mockoblog was mentioned yesterday on the Radio New Zealand National’s  (we think) most prestigious cultural programme:   Saturday Morning, hosted by Kim Hill (see http://www.radionz.co.nz/saturday  –  for archived audio interviews, podcasts, and information about featured guests and music).

For those of you not fortunate enough to live in New Zealand or to listen to its international and web casts, Kim Hill is like Oprah, with a few differences: her shows are made with less budget, have better content and the IQ average of the followers could be double (don’t quote me on this, I misplaced the stats this info is coming from, yet it may be underestimated).

Well, the mockoblog was not mentioned on air due to its merits. The producers didn’t look for it desperately. It was rather the other way around: I bumped into the show though an email. Kim had an interview about books, e-books and all sort of related stuff and this author could not help himself, wrote an urgent email on his smartphone and send it straight away. Here it is:

<<Dear Kim,

The book was born centuries ago as a veichle [sic!] for the story. Form vs content.

Yet the story had been created by the first humans to pass on information to the future generations. The stories were collective and intractive [sic!] in the old history of mankind but the book and now the ebook [sic!] became selfish forms, confining the screwing content and generating the concept of author.

The future of the story is its past: interactive as they are again, the true new books live on the internet, thus they are mortal and dynamic again.

Please check the concept of mockoblog as this is an example of new gendre [sic!] just being born as we speak. There’s an alternative history there, too.

Kind regards, […]>>

Kim red this email live on the radio and underscored the mistakes. I felt totally embarrassed. My English is poor enough. As it is. But the predictive text in my Nokia, which is perhaps the best fast spelling tool, is not good enough if you’re a bit slow with electronic devices, have big fingers, no glasses and don’t pay attention to the learning system inbuilt in this phone’s dictionary.  She said I was inventing the word gendre. I was not but maybe I should add it to MOKOPEDIA anyway:

Gendre = this is to gender and genre what mule is to horse and donkey.

Thank you Kim Hill! I’ll keep on listening your Saturday morning shows unless in a deep coma or worse.

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Here the history of the book should have continued, but I was told by one of my many readers (that by now has exceeded two, excluding search engines and spammers) that my posts are too long and there size extends over the normal attention spam of the average blog reader. I tried to explain that my blog is not an average blog and that my readers are NO WAY average readers. I lost this debate, so, instead of telling you the true history of the book, I’ll just stop and just have my average dinner.

Yet, do you really think my posts are way too long?

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PS:

About the what to do and the what not to do in a blog I may comment later. But the length of my posts is irrelevant anyway. As you will see in the near future, we will be rejected from the blogosphere, thus becoming (as in the theory of the Universe and other mathematical big stuff) a singularity. This is not a nasty blog at all, thus it doesn’t obey the rules of a blog. It’s a nice mockoblog and it has its own internal laws, if any. To compare the two notions, think of dictatorship (the blog) and democracy (the mockoblog).

Another feature of a sucessful blog is not to post twice in one day. The readers will only read the last stuff you’ve published. This may be true for their readers. Future will prove that the mockoblog doesn’t follow this advice either. Think of  Ronald Regan: he won the Cold War because he changed the rules of the game, of course. He was an actor for longer time than he was a president. The Soviet leaders, Gorby included, had always been communist politicians. Take their toys away and they’ll be lost.

History In the Mocking (II)

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

Mockoblog Mockolog # 6

Finally I can congratulate Google for realizing their silly mistake. Now you can find this world’s 1st mockoblog using their search engine. In exchange, I am advertising for their site right here. Please leave my blog right now and go to:

www.google.com

Are you still here? If you are, I must say that when you search for the “mockoblog” on Google, they try to direct you to “monoblog” (the same error is being still made by Search.com) while AltaVista.com goes straight to the target. Lycos.com doesn’t do such a good job, sends you to twitter.com first but Ask.com finds us straight away.

Why don’t they all unify their services and search methods? Perhaps if there were only one search engine we could also be charged for using it. Say, I want to find the nearest doctor or bank or I want to learn about making potatoes and leek soup: why should I get this information for free? And the charge could be proportional with the object of your search. If I only want to look for a small fish called Wanda maybe I could get away with only two cents, but if I look for something really big, like Siberia or Bill Gates, than I should expect to be charged zillions. And if I don’t pay, then I go to jail. Of course, Wikipedia.org should be quite expensive and they should police the usage of their info. Having free access to data should be a crime against the future and against the computer race. Is it fair for you to find football results for free on the Internet when a club like Real Madrid has to pay hundreds of millions of dollars for a player like Caca? Are you not ashamed of using Google Earth for free when NASA spends billions to send satellites into orbit?

To make you better understand where I’m coming from, here’s how history works (a bit different to what Stephen Hawking, the Bible and Tom Criuse think –  with all due respect, the first one couldn’t prove it anyway and the other two haven’t even tried):

1. There was a lot of stuff floating around and doing nothing. There was no time at all.

2. This stuff called itself God and found that being God is cool. Actually, giving stuff names is cool and the Word was the first thing that ever made sense. For more details, read guys like Umberto Eco (not the novels) and Noam Chomsky (if you promise to stay away from his political views).

3. Then lumps of stuff turned into rocks, boulders, planets, leaving a great deal of empty space in between.

4. Where there is stuff, things are warmer. Where there’s no stuff at all, it’s bloody freezing. The bigger the things, the hotter they are. This is why a snowball is rather cold and you should wear gloves when playing with it, unless you just want to throw it straight away, while the Sun is pretty warm.

5. To move from one thing to another would be boring and even pointless if you could do it straight away, so God extends all pieces of stuff away from each other, thus making room for time, which is what it takes to get from A to B, save the ticket one should have anyway. (Note that there is a tendency for stuff to look red and blurry in the distance – that’s because our eyes and even our radio telescopes are not perfect. The fact that the Universe is expanding and radiates a lot of red stuff was also replicated by car manufacturers, who chose to make the tail lights red, so we know when the car is going away from us, which is crucial for deciding which way the danger of being run over is smaller when we exit the pub at night.)

6. To make things even more complicated, God allows for more dimensions to co-exist, but does not reveal them to us, unless we are mathematicians, poets or fools (which is a bit of both).

6.1. Sadly, one of the few possible combinations of space and time dimensions is 21. Any bloke who has tried his hand at Balck Jack knows that it is infinitely more likely to find a number under or bigger than 21. Only the Bank (the equivalent of God in modern society) gets 21 on regular basis, which is leading the small Western World to a large Global Crisis.

7. In some corners of this whole stuff God spends more time than in others. This explains why places like the Earth are more complex than places like the back of my hand, but does not explain why between 1 and 2 I can invent an infinite of numbers (try 1.0000001 and 1.0000001000001) and why I will never need all of them.

8. Being God, which is like being the whole Universe or being the Nature itself, whatever you want to call it, means that you are endless and timeless, within everything and above everything, including yourself. This is bloody boring, unless you have the most God-like feature one can have: a sense of humour.

9. God make jokes and surely he laughs. Think about Sahara: why would people like to live over there? (And I also heard that some parts of Maine are rather boring, too, but I can’t prove it scientifically). Or think about a morning when you wake up in no mood for going to work but you still have to go. Yet this is jumping the gun a little bit because God has not created the human kind yet.

8.5 Good created the Aliens far far away in space and time while on Earth there were only a few bacteria and this kind of yucky stuff.

8.55 When one bacterium grew bigger, it turned green (no fashion designer and no art critics could prevent this choice of colour) and then grew even bigger, with leaves and roots. It couldn’t go anywhere, though, so God made a monkey or some sort of even more primitive animal to introduce some action.

8.56 Animals ate plants in large number and plants in smaller number ate animals, animals chased each other and also ate a few of their own until the Aliens became mature enough to travel to our planet and found it funny, but not developed enough. They left. This was about when the dinosaurs got extinct due to the smoke of the old spacecraft.

8.9 Aliens came back. This time they were even more developed and their crew was made of an African, an Asian and a Caucasian, all guys, all scientists, all wearing heavy gear, including helmets but otherwise quite young and sporty. They conducted an experiment on three continents and I won’t go into details but after their departure the monkeys on Earth were much smarter and some started building foot-passes like runways and pyramids like beacons. Women especially are still waiting for the Aliens to return, they call them Gods (“My God!” comes precisely from this very point in history and can be found more or less in any language). It’s not known if women or men started art, but it’s likely none of them did, it just happened by mistake and it remained like this ever since.

8.91 Three major races developed and they didn’t quite get on with each other. In some areas, notably the Middle East, mixed populations fought war against each other for various reasons that can be mainly linked to race, which is a tribal thing, but canbe  mainly explained by the absence of the British Empire, inventor of all sports and looser of most.

8.92 The Aliens/Gods returned for a second time but they didn’t land. Instead, from the outer orbit, they sent some clones (giants) to punish the population down there but this folk made friends with the Earthlings, so the Aliens got really grumpy and opened the flood gates of the planet to extinguish most life. They kept just a few genetically superior individuals, if it is to believe most legends. In fact, they actually re-created the humans but introduced a bug in their system, thus humans age and die. The only feature they did not include in humans was the sense of humour. Because Aliens are not Gods at all.

9.1 Now we can talk about homo sapiens although the adjective is not always deserved. Society was developed in three stages: material (stone age), energetic (industrial revolution) and informational (now). The fourth stage is unknown to us because it is beyond our comprehension and involves the transformation of our species into something that we could call perhaps “robots”. It doesn’t sound like much fun.

10. The Aliens are due back with a vengeance. Ask Nostradamus if you don’t believe me, the Aztecs (or the Maya guys?) and your local priest. Yet population should not panic: it’s not the year 2012. It would have been to obvious. You have to read it backwards: 2102! So we are not doomed. Actually our grandchildren, the robots, are!

This is why we should consider banning the free exchange of information and restrict people’s access to each other, so when the Aliens arrive, we can all be dumb, living in dark isolation, completely non-interesting, a failed experiment. Only this can warrant us non-interference from the visitors. And, as Nature in general and politics in particular have always proven, our species could only evolve through the survival of the dumbest.

I’m happy to volunteer and be the first to pay Google a few bucks for letting me search on their system and finding my own website.

The Shortest Oxymoron

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

MY EX

For you guys and girls, distinguished gentlemen and ladies or just losers scattered across the planet, for all of you who don’t use English mainly, this may not work quite as well. But you may not be reading my blog anyway. Fair enough?

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My Ex

Just four letterers make “My Ex”.

It only takes two words to describe the most antagonistic semantic combination: “My Ex”.

When we call something “mine”, that means we really have it, it’s even personal and we normally have some degree of control over it (him/her).

When we call something “ex”, that’s history! That thing or that person is not anymore bound to a relation that involves belonging to another thing or person.

If I say “my leg hurts a bit because I’ve just been partially run over by a train” you can almost feel it’s MY leg, as if it were yours. If you say “my elected member of the Parliament is corrupt” I may suspect you are from the other side, but I would still accept that the unnamed politician represents you, therefore you can call him “mine” (I mean “yours”, not mine). However, the relationship between you and your dodgy MP may not be as strong as mine normally is with my leg.

“My” is a very short word, which means it may be old. Many Indo-European languages have “my” and “mine” starting with an “m”, which confirms it’s really old, like a “root” type of word. “M” is also found in most languages as the starting sound for the word that signifies “mother” because the babies tend to start mumbling along the lines of “ma-ma-ma-ma” when their brain becomes a bit human after they had passed the rather nonsensical stage of “ga-ga-ga-ga” (when their brain is similar in capacity to a fully developed goose’s). It’s hard to find a world that has a root older than one relating directly to your mum and to the ancient idea of mother (except for my grandma who lived to 99 and only died because somebody told her she might have the flu).

But “ex” is a relatively new word. It has nothing to do with young children’s lingo. No baby I’ve ever met was going about his/hers growing business singing along: “la-la-la-ma-ma-ma-ga-ga-ga-ex-ex-ex”. I must say my experience with bringing up babies is fairly limited (to just a few) and my true impact in their upbringing could be subject to further questions I would prefer to ask though my lawyer. Anyway, “ex” seems to be a Roman invention. The Romans did not invent much, but they were the masters of letting everybody know what other folk had invented. It was going like that:

Stage 1:

General, look! There’s a country over there.

Can’t you see I’m bloody busy polishing my hooves? Toe nails, I mean –

But, Sir, with all due respect, there’s country or something that looks like a country over there and it’s not on our map!

Soldier, shall I count to ten starting nine soldiers before you or should I just decimate you?

But – General –

(Splash)

Stage 2:

Lucius Pula, my beloved friend and companion, that fool deserved it. We’ll raise him a statue, won’t we? I mean, we’ll put his name on the list for fundraising when it comes to statues, won’t we? Just check on that new country and see what kind of inventions they have over there before we stage a siege or just crush them, like we did to the other ones. Send the news to Rome first, ’cause it’s taking longer to get the word to the Senate that it takes me to conquer this village and call it a province. Would you?

Stage 3: Coronation

Stage 4:

(Same legion, a bit older, new general)

Soldier!

Sir!

What was that country the Emperor conquered?

Which one, Sir: the really big one, the smaller but longer one with curvy conquests along the streets, or the one with the highest number of inventions?

The – errr – the whatever one!

That was Inventia Caesarea, My General! (note: this soldier uses “MY” for his general but only as long as his head sits on his shoulders)

Attack! Civilize these barbarians with the inventions we got from the other ones and send the slimmest courier on the fastest horse to Rome. (apart, to the henchman:) Get the gallows ready. What a nice invention! This soldier knows far too much.

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For the Romans EX was greatly important. Imagine: “EX PATRIA MVNDO”.

Later, on barbarian turf ex-colonised by the Romans, EX started to be not necessarily a positive thing, but great, nevertheless. Imagine “EXCALIBVR”.

In modern times, EX is still powerful and respectable, although it may have lost some of its original meaning. Don’t imagine. Just search Google. Expedia comes up first. Guess how much they pay for that! And they have nothing to do with the real meaning of EX, which is OUT OF.

Have you ever wondered why every single time you are kissing your lover and the cinema theatre catches on fire and all panic and die but you are the only survivor? (Not to mention you might have to change partner every time a new movie comes to town.) The answer is near: you are the only one who can read Latin (that’s the language the Romans used, though to add to the confusion all the other newer baby-languages that derived from Latin are called Romance and not Latin languages and some have nothing to do with romance at all). If you read Latin and if you are not heavily colour blind, you can see in the dark a little green lamp labelled EXIT. This means: ex (out) [from] it (the cinema). This is how the Romans saved many lives, including yours (several times, mainly when you were out with that fat one you hooked up with at McDonalds when you initially were with the one who did not like pink and dumped you after that pool game) and if they carry on like that they may oversave the amounts of people they overkilled in their rush not to conquer the World (a World as large as the Mediterranean Mare Nostrum) just to spread the inventions across.

You know, EX, though much neglected and perhaps less used than MY, is still a mighty word.

Hudson, we have a problem!

When these two strong words collide, we get cataclysmic results: My Ex. If I were to dictate over the whole of the English language, including the realm of computer storage devices and Internet shared files, the only real power I would like to master is the one that gives people (and robots, in the near future) the chance to not use this most powerful oxymoron. The positive MY and the negative EX are like matter and antimatter, just way more powerful than you can see in the newly released “Angels and Deamons” movie (based on Dan Brown’s book of the same title but of a lessr casting than the novel, which had none). Yet, while matter and bloody minus matter notions are merely theoretical, apart of a circullar underground shaft in the European Alps, mine are real. And, with no further ado, after such a long introduction, which is also called sometimes captatio benevolentiae, I’ll go straight to the subject:

I was invited and I went to an art exhibition. Surely, you are not too excited about it. It’s just an art exhibition. Boring stuff for most of you. But what if I tell you who the artist is? Would you go for guys like Van Gogh? Surely! Or maybe? What about an artist simply called My Ex?

I did go to the opening. And she wasn’t even there! I mean: HER exibition! This is why we call them”My Ex”. They are so unreliable! I was only one hour late!

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And I didn’t like all her work this time but I did find two of her paintings worth taking a photos of.

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If you are in Christchurch, New Zealand, you can see Cristina Silaghi’s work at the Coca Gallery until June 26th. That’s at number 66 Gloucester St.

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