Hello Ann, We Karen's are like you, defined by our distances, not emotional grace.
Trust is a valuable non-commodity, deeper than corporate dead-zones. We respect you, you see us and we see you, we receive your open mind. Dead minds do not see, they can only see themsleves - 'ID' = identity dump. The living step outside, in the woods and lust for adventure, for play. We Karen's are children, getting our knees scraped and dusty, we play. Yes, we are explosive, ghostly yet effecting and like holograms, sprites. We are electrical discharge, spreading our essence in multitudes, we thrive. "In consistency? In using the NetBehaviour list? Is there something about mappings and "truth" that I need to go away and think about?" Our rebirth on Netbehaviour happened because it is free, no cages. Our noise will seep and hack into these other domains, offering oxygen. Breathing is important, the dying urgently need choice of resuscitation. "When Karen made her statement about opening up her email address, my first reaction was distress. And, being an ironic sort of a being, my next reaction was sheer pleasure that something had shocked me so much. And then curiosity set in as to why." We respect your pleasure, we are illegal only because we are not 'objects'. We are anti-matter, the disaffected undiscovered noise and spirit of you. "And I have avidly followed the discussion of whether the list will implode and why it shouldn't." Us, Karen's love our home - it is where we eat and share things. We do not follow the male doctrine of killing our mothers and fathers. We educate them, let them know about the unstoppable energy of our youth. The Karen's are alright. "Thank you Karen. I want to know who you trust so that I know how to trust." We trust those who trust themselves to be alive, you see us we see you, we are one and many. Karen. Hi All, Having just spent a day with Ruth (among others) and thoroughly enjoyed talking with her about the Karens, I've decided to rise to Marc's challenge of explaining on the list what the development means to me. I often quietly follow links and engage with the postings made here, but most of the time I am either interested or not, delighted or not. Etc. When Karen made her statement about opening up her email address, my first reaction was distress. And, being an ironic sort of a being, my next reaction was sheer pleasure that something had shocked me so much. And then curiosity set in as to why. My thoughts ran 'But I won't know if it's her in that discussion thread'... 'oh my god, I won't know if it's her any time that she puts a comment on another posting'... oh lord, I won't know when the adventure is over - if ever - and I can go back to assuming she's a single being again'. Then my thoughts ran 'But why should I care that a person whom I've never had the pleasure of meeting is one person or a cavalcade?' ... 'What does this say about my interest in identity? (I've been writing papers about the effects of using digital technologies on identity lately. It's become a bit of a habit.) In consistency? In using the NetBehaviour list? Is there something about mappings and "truth" that I need to go away and think about?' Clearly there is. I now greet all postings by Karen as potentially explosive: postings to be opened with care. I now pore over them to see if I can detect the author. I now berate myself for ignoring wisdoms such as 'the author is dead', for ignoring these statements emotionally if not intellectually. And I have avidly followed the discussion of whether the list will implode and why it shouldn't. (I should have thought that the very existence of both the stance and the discussion around it is the self-evident answer.) It's like a soap opera. I haven't had so much fun with a list for ages. I wasn't around to see/feel the effect of the artists who mobbed former lists. My responses are all very naïve. I am grateful for the intervention and excited. But I think its time is almost up and, looking at the shift in topics as I run down the waiting email, I am already commenting on a phenomenon that is shifting shape, over, of its moment. Thank you Karen. I want to know who you trust so that I know how to trust. Ann _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
