"When you enter this, “Les Visible” in Google you find my web page as the first possibility. When you click on it some strange things happen. They happen to me and they happen to other people. That is the only reason that I know something strange happens. I don’t go there usually. It’s just a page with links to what I do and I already know how to get to those places. Other people go there and then they tell me about the anti virus installer that appears. Strangely, when you just type in www.lesvisible.com everything is okay. So…
This has gone on for awhile now. I kept asking my host to fix the problem. I didn’t know what the problem was. Maybe the problem wasn’t my host because they couldn’t find anything. I’m not a geek. Picture me as a guy on his hands and knees, feeling for the wall, looking for the light switch and trying not to cause harm on my way to seeing what is going on… feeling my way.
I have a friend who is going to help me to transform my site into a small, simple, user friendly place where people can experience my words and music and maybe buy something if they want to. If they don’t want to that’s okay too because you can read and/or listen to most of my work for free anyway… at least in a lossless sense. You can even download it and take it home with you. I’m not a businessman and I don’t think I ever will be. I’m not good at it. I like to create things. I’ve got to eat too but I seem to manage that and I don’t want much; that helps.
So far my engagements with record companies and book publishers have had a bastinado experience to them; or is it a sjambok? Whatever it is it hurts and makes me feel like ‘Villiam’ Hays in Midnight Express. So I just mosey along in search of the light and somewhere to stand out of the traffic. But shit happens. Shit happens when you talk about
I’m not a paranoid. Usually I think it’s my fault because I don’t understand what’s going on. Like with the record companies and book publishers, I couldn’t understand why I never got any money for my work; why there were more copies of my book for sale in used condition at various site than there were actual books sold, or so I was told. But enough about me; I expect this sort of thing happens to other people too. Is it the luck of the draw? Am I stupid? Maybe my work isn’t very good anyway and that’s how it goes. I don’t know.
Strange things happen to strange people and I’d have to agree that I’m pretty strange. Maybe the things that I see aren’t real at all.
I went to a news item about John McCain and it didn’t make sense to me. He was talking about
It’s even weirder when this frightened virgin is hammering a population in apartheid and doing what looks to me like really evil things and it’s perfectly okay. Every day they push the Palestinians deeper and deeper into a smaller corner. They do things that would earn universal condemnation for anyone else, yet tweedledee and tweedledum keep saying that nobody is going to hurt their pal, this frightened swooning virgin. I can’t get a handle on it.
It’s crystal clear that
We hear that the internet is about to turn into a pay per view cable station. It’s something called Internet 2.0, apparently a lot of things won’t be available anymore or much harder to find. Hmmmm.
I think that’s not going to work because we will always find a way. I’ll go right on writing my blog no matter how weird the colors get and people can still come to my website without using Google. What about Usenet? What about all of the possibilities that are there that we haven’t even thought about or that really smart people in a basement are thinking about right now?
Look people, I don’t care how much money you have. I don’t care how draconian you get. I don’t care how many guns and planes and ships and bombs you have, you don’t have enough. There is something in the human spirit which cannot be denied. Dark times come and go. The reptiles that are presently making the world look like something out of Hellraiser just don’t have the juice for the long haul.
I submit that what is happening right now is evidence to convict. Of course, the players don’t think so. They think they’re at the top of the food chain and they can do whatever they want. That’s what they think. But there is something mysterious in life that is not under their control and that seems to find its way past their battlements and sentries.
You can’t kill the dream of freedom. You can’t turn us all into Christopher Hitchens. You can’t wipe out the Palestinians. You can’t turn us all into swishing manikins in malls. You can try to brutalize our love but you can’t make love into something it is not. There’s a deep and secret power in life that is greater than you. You will never be as great and powerful as this. Your day is going to come and all your armies and police and propaganda won’t save you. Every day you act out on the world’s stage. Every day you provide the damning evidence of your vile behavior. Every day you write the script for what is to come. Every day you weave your destiny and you will arrive at the appointed place at the appointed time. None of your tears and excuses will militate against the evidence that you provide every day.
You think you’ve got the world by the balls but due to an unshakeable truth in the mix it is you who will become the victim, transformed in the wink of an eye by a power you do not comprehend. Mark my words, your days are numbered and all the shiny illusions will vanish in a moment and there you will be in the solitary wreckage of the world you made. None of us have to do anything. You will accomplish this all by yourself. Remember, it’s never too late, until it’s too late.
