Friday, May 25, 2007
fruits & labors
LaserWolf: if someone harvests wild fruit and sells it
LaserWolf: should their price be less than the price of farmed fruit?
goblins: no it should be the same unless its stealing from someone else’s property
goblins: what’s your position on it?
LaserWolf: the farmer should get more…. but if he charges more, people will just buy from the wild harvester
LaserWolf: so they should charge the same
LaserWolf: funny when you think about it
LaserWolf: you’re not buying the fruit
LaserWolf: you’re buying the right to eat the ‘fruit’ of someone’s labors
goblins: no you own the fruit then, not their labor
LaserWolf: good point
LaserWolf: but what you are paying for is their time
LaserWolf: so you don’t have to go find or grow your own
goblins: their time is paid for from the profits
LaserWolf: their profits are the money you give them, right?
goblins: yeah
LaserWolf: we said the same thing there
LaserWolf: hah
Monday, April 30, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Final Frontiers
Do you ever have that same sense of fear that you assume an earth astronaut of the future might have as they leave an earth shuttle and become the first to set foot on the first possibly habitable planet ever discovered by earth outside of earth’s galaxy? Like “what if there truly is intelligent life here and we have no possible means of communication?” Or “what if my arrival here is the beginning of the end for them?” (wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened.)
I do. Sometimes.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Saturday, March 3, 2007
factors
no telling what truly caused or did not cause me to stop by your house today
here are just a few of the contributing factors. I may or may not be aware of others
[first of all], a woman cleaned up after her dog right as i walked by
she kept her back to me because maybe or maybe not she was embarrased
did she could she imagine me imagining her enjoying the warmth through the plastic bag in her hand?
i looked away in order to allow her whatever privacy she did or not need
[second of all] but as I turned my head, there was a discarded golden condom wrapper right in the walkway of the house i was walking in front of
[something of all] the song that just came on is too good to interrupt by pushing pause in the event that you are on your porch to talk or not to.
the people inside probably or did not see me seeing their condom wrapper
and looking straight ahead, I saw your window and
[third of all] by now i was already
too close to call and ask if you were or not home.
[fourth of all] I even looked back to consider one last time, but there was the lady and her dog
heads held high to hide or not hide any loss of dignity - warm plastic bag in hand
so just close your eyes. try not to embarrass anyone. keep walking.
were you or not home? did or did not you see me? i may or may not catch you next time.
here are just a few of the contributing factors. I may or may not be aware of others
[first of all], a woman cleaned up after her dog right as i walked by
she kept her back to me because maybe or maybe not she was embarrased
did she could she imagine me imagining her enjoying the warmth through the plastic bag in her hand?
i looked away in order to allow her whatever privacy she did or not need
[second of all] but as I turned my head, there was a discarded golden condom wrapper right in the walkway of the house i was walking in front of
[something of all] the song that just came on is too good to interrupt by pushing pause in the event that you are on your porch to talk or not to.
the people inside probably or did not see me seeing their condom wrapper
and looking straight ahead, I saw your window and
[third of all] by now i was already
too close to call and ask if you were or not home.
[fourth of all] I even looked back to consider one last time, but there was the lady and her dog
heads held high to hide or not hide any loss of dignity - warm plastic bag in hand
so just close your eyes. try not to embarrass anyone. keep walking.
were you or not home? did or did not you see me? i may or may not catch you next time.
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