Sun house St John the revelator

Sun house St John the revelator
Who's that riding
John the revelator

Youtube for saturday night v4

Dvd video magaZIne

Stomping tom sudbury saturday night
Gordon lightfoot wreck of edmund fitzgerald
Commandy cody Hot rod lincoln
Guns of brixton clash,
blue angel squirrel nut zippers
The doors texas radio
squirrel nut zippers ghost of stephen foster
squirrel nut zippers hell
Pizzicato five lupin 3rd
Spiderman orginal cartoon theme song
Cowboy bepop opening
Straightener killer tune
Supertramp the logical song
Hall and oates rich girl
Wierd al yankovic the saga begins
Men at work who can it be now
Michael jackson don't stop
Justin timberlake my love
Quannum I changed my mind
Mr scruff get a move on
St germain rose rouge live
America a horse with no name
Joni mitchell big yellow taxi
Eagles hotel california
Old man ludecke quit his job
Dylan - subtaranean homesick blues
The doors la woman
The guess who american woman
Kanye west Gold digger
Aerosmith dream on
Police roxanne
The stones sympathy for the devil
The who behind blue eyes
Run dmz
Run dmc walk this way
Stone can't you hear me knocking
Zz top sharp dressed man
Trooper where here for a good time
Paul simon Diamonds in the soles of your shoes
Barenaked ladies the night I fell asleep at the wheel

Use aim chat with text to speech for podcast

Source code hit v2

Bank in france
Uses software from vancouver
New release has new special features
Random crashes
Can't be reproduced
Can't send data
Have to send source
So source team deployed with source on laptop
Laptop hit
Counter agent was so hot, what could I say
At the same time the owner is taking the company private
He alreadys own 70%

Name brand products at made in china prices

Mac os x text to speech - for pod cast - or for chat

Mac os x text to speech - for pod cast - or for chat

Korean dream - future build

Grilled beef sandwich
Home stay camping
Noribang
And wifi pc stream station on craigslist

jatropha vs camelina - Google Search

http://www.google.com/search?q=jatropha+vs+camelina&hl=en

Dream job - renewable oil and gas producer

Dream job - renewable oil and gas producer

1. Jatropha farmer
2. Waste water Algae farmer
3. Biodiesel producer
4. Gas station owner

King panda's garden of eating kingdom

King panda's garden of eating kingdom

==Pilot==

===Cooking segment===
# Visit apple barn and pick apples
# Go to safeway and pick shell
# Go to starbucks and pick syrup
# how to Make pie at home

===story segment===
# go to oil and gas production sites, spills,
# go to gas stations
# rumpelstiltskin how to make straw into biodiesel story

Joshua scott paul artist site

Drawings - king panda, sad elephant, geometry
Photographs - bread shoes
Stories - ...
Videos - slides
Poetry - ...
Writing - scans
Plays - ...

................

A mac
Running a web server, applescript, php, quicktime and keynote

Or

A linux xen / vmware image
Running a web server, php, flash, quicktime

=?UTF-8-STRICT?Q?Company_Grabs_Mining_Rights_to_Premier=E2=80=99s_?= =?UTF-8-STRICT?Q?Land_::_News_::_thetyee.ca?=

I want to mine
I want to mine
I want to mine

http://thetyee.ca/News/2005/04/19/CompanyGrabsMining/

'War Brewing' over Mining Rights in Rural BC :: News :: thetyee.ca

I want to mine
And exploit the earth
Faster than the others
I want to get there first
And stake my claim
Why shouldn't I get rich?
Why should I suffer and be poor?
I want my chance at prosperity

http://thetyee.ca/News/2006/06/14/MiningRights/

Re: and to save the world,

i have a better idea - they should call it an oil bank - like the US strategic petroleum reserves or japans. just like currency is backed by gold that never moves from the new york federal reserve bank - this is oil that never moves. ie. your deposits are safe.

On Sep 21, 2007, at 10:57 AM, MacDonalds wrote:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7000345.stm

Cast of characters

Emperor bump - dark master of the multiverse
Poop man - grunting I got to poo
Noodlehead - game show host - joy happy

Be thankful and count your blessings and share, because the more you give

The more you get

So do the dog and bone game

Conversation with neocodedragos

The world is dying
And I am crying
Because I don't know what to do

Its not my problem
I didn't do it
Its not because of me the world is dead

We have to make the factory owners
Drink the water from their plants

We have to make the car owners
Breathe the air from their tail pipes

neocodesoftware: I habe 2 kids
neocodesoftware: I know I wants to do more
neocodedragos: i mean you need to change others as well, influence them
neocodesoftware: Yes
neocodesoftware: I have a site
neocodesoftware: About teaching people about how past cities died
neocodesoftware: Because the rich kept taking and taking
neocodesoftware: And never gave anything back to the land
neocodesoftware: For millions of years
---------------------- 7:41 am ----------------------
neocodedragos: you know.. im lost there, influence others - i cant
neocodesoftware: The rich extract maximum resources from the land
neocodedragos: i think most effective is take 1 and make him good
neocodesoftware: Exactly
neocodedragos: than you and him -> 2 others, etc
neocodesoftware: Different people work on different scale
neocodesoftware: Some are good 1 on 1
neocodesoftware: Some are good 1 on 30
neocodesoftware: Some are good 1 on 1 million
neocodesoftware: Like film and music stars
neocodesoftware: Thank you for reminding me of my duty
neocodesoftware: Your duty is influence ana
neocodesoftware: My duty is influence my family
neocodesoftware: The ancients who wished to illustrate illustrious
virtue throughout the kingdom, first ordered well their own states.
Wishing to order well their states, they first regulated their families.
Wishing to regulate their families, they first cultivated their persons.
Wishing to cultivate their persons, they first rectified their hearts.
Wishing to rectify their hearts, they first sought to be sincere in
their thoughts. Wishing to be sincere in their thoughts, they first
extended to the utmost their knowledge. Such extension of knowledge lay
in the investigation of things.
neocodesoftware:
neocodedragos: im reminded every day
neocodesoftware: Things being investigated, knowledge became complete.
Their knowledge being complete, their thoughts were sincere. Their
thoughts being sincere, their hearts were then rectified. Their hearts
being rectified, their persons were cultivated. Their persons being
cultivated, their families were regulated. Their families being
regulated, their states were rightly governed. Their states being
rightly governed, the whole kingdom was made tranquil and happy.
neocodesoftware:
neocodedragos: and im inbetween running and figthing
neocodesoftware: From the Son of Heaven down to the mass of the people,
all must consider the cultivation of the person the root of everything
besides.
neocodedragos: but im not doing anything.. i mean nothing really
matters
neocodedragos: the world is big, im alone, no plan,
neocodesoftware: ecclesiastes
neocodesoftware: That's my favorite old testament book
neocodesoftware: And that's exactly what it talks about
neocodesoftware: So
neocodedragos: wheres that "" from
neocodedragos: ok
neocodesoftware: Yesterday bill was saying same to
neocodesoftware: The long quote is lao tzu - confucious
neocodesoftware: Chinese guy - hundreds of years old
neocodesoftware: He was saying what you are saying
neocodesoftware: "I am sick of the world. This world is making me
sick."
neocodedragos: thinking there were so many better than be before me how
can i/you change anything now
neocodedragos: when theres more men and more indifference
neocodedragos: anyway
neocodesoftware: I talked about my web site idea
neocodesoftware: Beg borrow buy
neocodesoftware: Which is about teaching people how to share
neocodesoftware: And use what things we have already
neocodesoftware: And no and buy new stuff
neocodedragos: too soon
neocodesoftware: ?
neocodedragos: that wont work when things are ok for most
neocodedragos: or most powerful
neocodedragos: you need war and disasters to go to that
neocodedragos: i hope im wrong but i dont think anything will change w/o
that
neocodedragos: and im afraid (?) to go and speak
neocodedragos: to people
neocodesoftware: People in vancouver feel it now
---------------------- 7:51 am ----------------------
neocodedragos: get them to listen etc
neocodesoftware: We feel the environment is a disaster
neocodedragos: oh, weather? that nothing
neocodedragos: you have heat, clothes, worm cars
neocodesoftware: Al gore feels its a disaster
neocodesoftware: New orleans was a disaster
neocodedragos: did you ever felt like putting orders in thoughts and go
before a crowd and make them see your way?
neocodedragos: do you think you would have changed anything?
neocodesoftware: Of course
neocodedragos: i want to make a pet shelter
neocodesoftware: That's my dream
neocodedragos: i want ana to do the same for homeless people - i cant do
that because i hate people
neocodedragos: what would i change with that? nothing really
neocodedragos: the world is too big, if you understand what i mean
neocodesoftware: Its not that
neocodesoftware: How did you them evolve?
neocodesoftware: The problem is overpopulation
neocodesoftware: Here the shelters neuter or spay the animals
neocodesoftware: To reduce population
neocodedragos: i dont like it but mine would do that too
neocodesoftware:

http://www.walrusmagazine.com/articles/2006.11-books-the-bad-future/
neocodesoftware: Weather / disaster / future / new orleans
neocodedragos: the world is perfect, numbers are controled by nature but
we changed that..
neocodedragos: how can you go home and sit at your tv when you know
someone else near you doesnt have food?
neocodesoftware: no
neocodesoftware: Your are wrong
neocodesoftware: This isn't new
neocodesoftware: Before cities
neocodedragos: i hate ppl - so im little touched by that, but i have
seeing animals like that
neocodesoftware: Before agriculture
neocodedragos: but i *hate seeing
neocodesoftware: Thousands of years ago
neocodesoftware: When we were hunters
neocodedragos: yes - starvation is nature control
neocodesoftware: We killed thousands of horses
neocodesoftware: By making them run off cliffs
neocodesoftware: That's is about 20,000 years ago
neocodesoftware: You are a killing machine
neocodesoftware: You are the result of millions of years of evolution
neocodedragos: where are you going with
neocodesoftware: You are the best killing machine this planet has made
neocodesoftware: Know yourself
neocodesoftware: How long have people been building cities?
neocodedragos: yep, but isnt this a paradox - i want to kill everyone/me
to leave the planet clean
neocodedragos: why?
neocodesoftware: We are killers
neocodesoftware: Inside we are jesus and we are hitler
neocodesoftware: Kill them all
neocodesoftware: But save the kittens
neocodedragos: ive lost power - if battery dies im offline
neocodesoftware: Ok
neocodesoftware: Haha
neocodesoftware: Ttyl
neocodesoftware: Better shut down
neocodedragos: im still asking
neocodedragos: how can you go home and sit at your tv when you know
someone else near you doesnt have food?
neocodedragos: when im home
neocodedragos: i just dont think about it
neocodesoftware: Because I have to feed my son
neocodesoftware: I have to feed my wife
neocodedragos: if i do i would go to the conclusion i cant change
anything
neocodesoftware: I have to feed my daughter
neocodesoftware: Jesus doesn't say that
---------------------- 8:01 am ----------------------
neocodedragos: or go to some insane race to purify thoughts of ppl
neocodesoftware: Buddha doesn't say that
neocodesoftware: Mohammad doesn't say that
neocodesoftware: Redemption
neocodedragos: ok
neocodesoftware: Forgiveness of sins
neocodesoftware: Exactly
neocodedragos: when im out and i see some dog that is skinny
neocodesoftware: You feel you are a sinner
neocodedragos: you have no idea what you can see around here
neocodedragos: i just give it any food i have on me
neocodesoftware: I see drug addicts
neocodedragos: or buy if i have money
neocodesoftware: Every day
neocodesoftware: Eating garbage
neocodesoftware: They are like human animals
neocodesoftware: On the street
neocodesoftware: I work in the poorest area in north america
neocodesoftware: The drug addicts
neocodesoftware: Live in garbage
neocodesoftware: Shit on the street
neocodesoftware: Google "downtown eastside addicts"
neocodedragos: do you think you could change one?
neocodesoftware: Or "vancouver downtown eastisde addicts"
neocodesoftware: No
neocodesoftware: I have had friends that turned into that
neocodesoftware: They are like babies
neocodedragos: i know there are organizations to do that.. but theyre
not very efficient if there are still drug addicts on the streets
neocodedragos: constant attention
neocodesoftware: Their families
neocodesoftware: Are the problem
neocodesoftware: They are children
neocodesoftware: Of some mom and some dad
neocodesoftware: That doesn't care for them
neocodesoftware: Orphans
neocodesoftware: And they know that
neocodedragos: i still think me/you are a sinner
neocodedragos: still
neocodedragos: because its not only about making yourself good
neocodedragos: its about changing everyone
neocodesoftware: And they go into the world of drugs
neocodedragos: think it like a team
neocodedragos: would you be able to win a baseball match if the team
looses?
neocodedragos: its a stupid example but its easiest for me
neocodesoftware: No
neocodesoftware: I get it
neocodesoftware: For me
neocodesoftware: J. K. Rowling
neocodesoftware: Author of harry potter is best example
neocodedragos: and you cant make yourself better of you walk around
those drug addicts everyday
neocodesoftware: Of what a writer can do
neocodedragos: because they will always make you suffer seeing them
neocodesoftware: Yes
neocodedragos: media is powerful but its just pleasing
neocodesoftware: But do I want to help them to ease my suffering
neocodedragos: write a book about saving the world and how to do it and
see how successful youll be
neocodesoftware: Or truly ease their suffering and give them what they
want
neocodesoftware: No
neocodesoftware: She wrote that book because she was starving
neocodesoftware: And couldn't feed her daughter
neocodesoftware: She wrote a story of good vs evil
neocodedragos: i have no idea, im not a fan, just saw the movie
neocodedragos: ok
neocodesoftware: stories change the world
neocodesoftware: Capitalism is a story
neocodedragos: talking like this just reminds me.. but i dont know if
theres any point
neocodesoftware: I just want to leave the world better than I found it
neocodesoftware: But is that because I want to be proud of myself?
neocodesoftware: Is that noble?
neocodesoftware: Do I just want to be noble and heroic?
neocodedragos: i dont want any, i want to be happy
---------------------- 8:11 am ----------------------
neocodesoftware: You see the skinny dogs on the street
neocodesoftware: But you don't see the hundreds of thousands of
prisoners being tortured
neocodesoftware: Everyday
neocodesoftware: Man is only cruelest to man
neocodedragos: i dont care about ppl i said so, they did this
neocodedragos: if not actively, then by ignorance
neocodedragos: i saw a movie in the news here some years ago, i still
see it
neocodedragos: a dog tied up on something like a cross with chest
forward
neocodedragos: and a soldier training to kill on him
neocodedragos: stabbing him
neocodedragos: they didnt censor it
neocodesoftware: Ouch
neocodesoftware: I can't watch that
neocodesoftware: I am canadian
neocodesoftware: Because my parents
neocodesoftware: Escaped from the usa
neocodesoftware: When my father was drafted to kill vietnamese
neocodesoftware: I am born a pacifist
neocodesoftware: I will not serve the king
neocodedragos: its either kill or change, if you dont do anything
actively youre guilty of ignorance or not having courage
neocodedragos: you can kill evil or change it to good
neocodedragos: i really mean that, think about it
neocodedragos: leading by example is nothing if you dont lead
neocodesoftware: Or you can resist
neocodesoftware: Resistance is good too
neocodedragos: and i dont lead, you dont lead, not enough power
neocodesoftware: Coca cola spends billions
neocodesoftware: To lead people
neocodedragos: youll just die eventually
neocodesoftware: Yes
neocodedragos: more good is turned around that otherwise
neocodesoftware: I want to lead people to buy healthy products
neocodesoftware: Products made by free people
neocodesoftware: Not products made by slaves
neocodesoftware: Products made with gifts of the earth
neocodesoftware: Not products made with things stolen from the ground
neocodedragos: if you want that then do it, i wish someone would tell me
that too
neocodesoftware: Are there any 800 year old trees in your country
neocodedragos: im telling it to myself, maybe it will work eventually
:)
neocodesoftware: Yes
neocodedragos: you know, youre only judged by results, right?
neocodesoftware: Yes
neocodesoftware: I hope I can make enough money
neocodesoftware: So that I can feed my family
neocodesoftware: And do beg borrow buy
neocodesoftware: Teaching people to share and buy only freedom
neocodedragos: wrong approach, i know its wrong and still hope to it
---------------------- 8:21 am ----------------------
neocodedragos: make more money -> do more good
neocodedragos: money is evil so you wont ever do more good
neocodedragos: because
neocodedragos: making more money - being more selfish
neocodedragos: to get more and more
neocodesoftware: I want to keep my house
neocodesoftware: But probably I cant
neocodesoftware: Too expensive
neocodedragos: it will change you
neocodedragos: you need to help yourself before hoping others..
neocodesoftware: You help yourself
neocodesoftware: By helping others
neocodesoftware: That's the lesson of the wise
neocodedragos: but i mean - trying more money to do more good is not the
way..
neocodedragos: exactly its not about money
neocodesoftware: Yes
neocodedragos: now i need to understand that :-)
neocodesoftware: Just do it
neocodedragos: because its so easy to say it
neocodesoftware: In a way we can afford
neocodesoftware: We need to do it with what we have
neocodesoftware: Google "stone soup story"
neocodesoftware: We have enough
neocodesoftware: We have everything we need
neocodesoftware: How can I rearrange things
neocodedragos: http://www.extremelinux.info/stonesoup/stonesoup.html
neocodedragos: i told him ill do it today
neocodesoftware: You got it
neocodesoftware: That's the story
neocodesoftware: I have everything I need already
neocodesoftware: Its hidden
neocodesoftware: But I have it
neocodesoftware: Just look harder
neocodesoftware: http://www.google.com/search?q=tyee+naomi+klein&hl=en
neocodedragos: i know, its funny in a way..
neocodesoftware: That book "shock doctrine"
neocodesoftware: Is how the rich you disasters
neocodesoftware: Use disasters
neocodesoftware: To chang the world
neocodesoftware: To make themselves richer
neocodesoftware: stone soup
neocodesoftware: = the power of stories
neocodesoftware: = teaching people to share
neocodesoftware: = my favorite thing

Rumpelstiltskin / Rumplestiltskin v12

Rumpelstiltskin / Rumplestiltskin

An end of the world eschatological cataclysm, in which love, the
ultimate sacrifice makes all the difference in the world, where the
strong and mighty and proud and glorious are humbled, in dozens of
pages, with hundreds of words, and thousands of letters.

1. Once upon a time there was a poor old oil and gas producer named
Arthur Miller who depended on his daughter to troubleshoot the exhausted
oil fields that were always breaking down due to equipment failure and
sabotage. his daughter jeannie was very smart, clever, cute and feisty.
Has to be cute. Has to be feisty.

But she was so sick and tired of filling tanker trucks, keeping the
mercenaries focussed, and so sick and tired of keeping the pumps working
all day so she and her old father could earn enough money to eat. The
pumps were always breaking, the oil was always coming up either too
strong or not strong enough, or not at all, the staff were always
getting sick, getting shot or getting blown up, or just not showing up
for work, politicians always asking for more money, the mercs always
wanting more gear, environmentalists always protesting, and lawyers
always getting in the way. Not too mention the endless attacks of the
competition.

She was sick and tired of being poor, of not having enough to eat, of
having to pay too many taxes without sufficient representation, of being
constantly afraid of being kidnapped, of having to watch her father work
his whole life to take care of her and not being able to take care of
him now he is old, of the dishonest producers getting rich, of her
mother dying before she was old enough to know her, of not getting to
enjoy the life the other girls her age were enjoying - the parties, the
clothes and the guys.

And she was always, always, coming up with ideas to make them better off
than she is now.

So she sings "swinging on a star." "Would you like to be better off than
you are?" while she works on her plans for alternative energy sources,
for a more equal distribution of wealth, a reduction in global warming,
a reduction in pollution, a new ecosystem for the endangered species,
and ultimately a reduction in population, all the while increasing the
energy consumption per person.

her father, knew she was a dreamer, and that she couldn't accept that
the world was unfair and would stay unfair no matter how hard she tried
to change it.

2. One day when the president, his secret service agents, and some of
his share holders, and the police were driving by in their suvs, she
makes her father run out and kneel before the president's hummer with a
truck with a few barrels of oil on it. The police stop the convoy, and
take him down (face down in the pavement), and after he had been
truncheoned, frisked and handcuffed, the president waves the ss off and
asked what he wanted, the poor oil producer told the president what
Jeannie had asked him to him say - 'my lord, these barrels are but a few
of the many barrels that my daughter has made by spinning straw in to
oil.'

3. The president ordered the police that she be brought to him at once.
The secret service searched her and her plans, and then she courtsied to
the president and told him that of course she couldn't spin large
quantities of straw into oil yet but given enough funding, and here she
took out her plans, that by slighlty increasing taxation on oil and gas
usage he could raise levies to build processing plants that would
convert plants in to biodiesel and maintain the economy and avoid the
coming collapse of civilisation brought on by peak oil.

4. The president was not a nice man. He hadn't stayed president by being
nice. And he didn't like being made fun of (straw into oil -
ridiculous!) in front of his lords by anyone - though she was soo cute,
and obviously clever - he was furious and he wanted his revenge on her
by showing his lords that no one could get the better of him. 'Please
teach this man a lesson for interrupting us
and leave him in the street,' he said, and some of his accompanying
guards immediately started to pummel her father, who was being held by
two polices and beaten by two others. Turning to Jeannie, who was being
held back by two other police, he said 'and as for the girl, throw her
in the dungeon, provide her with a lab and straw, and bring me her head
tomorrow if she hasn't processed the straw into oil.'

6. In the lab, Jeannie sat with her back to the technicians and the
straw and cried and cried and cried. She was upset with herself and
wished she was back at home with her father processing the barrels of
oil into gas or pumping the oil into barrels instead of being locked in
the sterile, soulless prison-lab waiting to die.

7. After the technicians had gone home for the night, she had time to
feel truly miserable about dying the next day and leaving her father
alone - suddenly there was a knock on the lab door, and in came a small
strange man. Strange because he was so small and strange because he had
opened the door, but she hadn't heard the turn key turn to unlock it. He
looked her up and down and said - 'what will you give me if I synthesize
this straw into oil?'

8. Jeannie tried to wake herself up - 'I must be dreaming this. I must
be still asleep in my bunk-bed in the refinery.'

Jeannie said 'I don't have anything to give you.'

He said 'Give me that gold necklace around your neck.'

'But that was my mother's necklace. Don't ask for that,' Jeannie
pleaded.

'What good is the necklace if can't save your life? Do you think the
executioner will not slip it from your neck before he removes your head?
Would your mother want you to keep the necklace and die?' said the the
little man.

'What if you run away after I give you the necklace?' she asked.

He gripped her neck with surprising speed and strength - 'I could take
it now,' and then let go.

'Take it then,' she said slipping it over her head.

He put the necklace around his neck, and set to work configuring the
equipment, programming the computers, feeding the straw into the DNA
sequencers, and he began to sing a lullaby. And soon the lullaby, the
sound of the spinning separators and the hypnotic pumping of the vacuums
soon put Jeannie to sleep.

9. The sound of the prison door crashing open made Jeannie wake up in a
start. She rubbed her eyes and stood up. The technicians were coming in
to the lab, in front of the executioner and a guard. The technicians
stopped, and were standing in the room with dumbfounded looks on their
faces. The straw was all gone, and in its place was a barrel of oil.
They were excited, and pushed the guards and the executioner out of the
room and closed the door again.

10. The prison door opened again, and in walked the president with some
of his investors. The president blinked and gulped and rubbed his eyes.
He had brought with him some of his science advisors who whispered with
the technicians and amongst themselves. He had brought a priest
who wasn't sure it wasn't the devils work. He had also brought his
master refiners. The refiner poured some of the oil into a glass. He
looked at it, smelled it, stirred it, and tasted it, checking if it was
oil. He brought out his briefcase and ran a sample through a portable
spectrometer. Then he turned to the president and nodded.

10. A sly and crafty look fell over the president's face. 'So,' he said,
'you can synthesize straw into oil. You weren't lying after all. I will
put your talents to good use.' But Jeannie protested - 'my lord, I can't
synthesize straw into oil! It wasn't me - I swear! It was the little man
- he came in and did the work. I gave him my ring.' The president
frowned, and then called to the guard outside the door - 'security, get
me the director of the secret service this instant.' The head of the
secret service appeared on the guards cell phone, 'sir, what is it?'

'Jordy, did anyone enter this room last night?' asked the president. The
director of the secret service said 'no sir. I posted these two agents,
and reviewed the security tapes myself since you informed me of the
special event. and no one has come in or out.' The president nodded, and
the director signed off.

11. 'Jeannie Miller, it wasn't you that spun this gold? Was it the devil
that helped you as my chaplain believes? Did the director of the secret
service forfeit his life by failing in his duties and let the devil?'
the president laughed unpleasantly. 'Tonight I will move you to bigger,
better guarded lab, with more straw that my chaplain has sprinkled with
holy water for you to synthesize on your life in to oil, and we will
shall see what will shall see.' With that the president, very pleased
with his cleverness ordered the oil transferred to his Strategic
Petroleum Reserves and Jeannie moved to a larger medium security
lab-prison.

12. Jeannie lay surrounded by straw heaped all around her. Was that
small man really the devil? Then she thought of her dying tomorrow. Then
she thought of all the people she would never see. She thought of the
husband she would never meet, the child she would never have, and the
grandchild she would never spoil. She wondered what having her head cut
off would feel like. She wondered what would happen to her body. She was
doing her best to stay awake since it was to be her last night alive. As
she was starting to go to sleep a familiar voice said to her 'what will
you give me, if I synthesize this straw into oil?'

13. She opened her eyes. It was the little man. She made to run and
pound on the door - but the little man caught her by the wrist with an
iron grip. 'No,' he said. She opened her mouth to scream - when out shot
his other hand, and covered her mouth so she couldn't breathe. 'Not that
either. Will you behave?'

14. She nodded and at once he let her go. 'What are you doing here? Who
are you? Where do you come from? Why are you helping me? Do you always
hang out it prisons
waiting for women to show up that need straw synthesized into oil?'

The little man said 'I want something just like you. You want to live
don't you? What will you give me to keep your neck attached to your
body?'

'I don't have anything to give.' she said.

He said 'Give me that gold ring on your finger.'

'But that was my mother's wedding, the only thing I have left that was
hers. Don't ask for that,' Jeannie pleaded.

'What good is the ring if can't save your life? Do you think the
executioner will not slip it from your finger before he removes your
head? Would your mother want you to keep the ring and die?' said the the
little man.

'What if you run away after I give you the ring?' she asked.

He gripped her hand with surprising speed and strength - 'I can take it
now, just like I could have taken the necklace last night. And I didn't
run away last night did I?' and then let go.

'Take it then,' she said slipping it off her finger.

He put the ring on the necklace around his neck, and set to work
configuring the equipment, programming the computers, feeding the straw
into the DNA sequencers, and he began to sing a lullaby. And soon the
lullaby, the sound of the spinning separators and the hypnotic pumping
of the vacuums soon put Jeannie to sleep for a second time.

15. [ king appears - 2 times - still could be luck - need to reproduce
feat one more time to be a fact and has her thrown into a larger
prison]

16. [ jeannie alone - sure she is going insane - tries to work on the
project - but some details evade her - and things go poorly]

17. [jeannie worse than ever - the little man appears - nothing left to
give eh? give me your child then - and he completes the machine]

18. [king appears - overjoyed - jeannie has finished the machine and has
documented it - and they get married - but her father wont move]

19. [the little man returns for the child that is born - the agents
aren't fast enough and can do nothing to catch him - but she puts
herself in front of her child or she puts a gun to her head and he
relents - but a delay only - guess my name - 3 guesses or the child is
mine]

20. [multiple recon teams are sent out and come back empty the first 2
days - driving the mother insane - worse is the thought to lose her
child than her own life]

21. [the night before the day she will lose her child her father and his
mercs are out partying in a whore house, where the little man is singing
his own song, her father calls to tell her]

22. [the next day - the little man appears - penetrating layer after
layer of security and mercs, and bows before her - and she guesses his
name]

23. [jeannie gives the little man visiting rights]

joshua paul, handlemaker
neo code software - 100,000 year old ideas for 100,000 year old
problems
604 638 0668 phone 604 638 0666 fax
288 - 425 carrall street vancouver bc v6b 6e3 canada
www.neocodesoftware.com

Rumpelstiltskin / Rumplestiltskin v11

Rumpelstiltskin / Rumplestiltskin

An end of the world eschatological cataclysm, in which love, the
ultimate sacrifice makes all the difference in the world, where the
strong and mighty and proud and glorious are humbled, in dozens of
pages, with hundreds of words, and thousands of letters.

1. Once upon a time there was a poor old oil and gas producer who
depended on his daughter to troubleshoot the oil fields that were always
breaking down due to equipment failure and sabotage. his daughter
jeannie was very smart, clever, cute and feisty. Has to be cute. Has to
be feisty.

But she was so sick and tired of filling tanker trucks, and so sick and
tired of keeping the pumps working all day so she and her old father
could earn enough money to eat. The pumps were always breaking, the oil
was always coming up either too strong or not strong enough, or not at
all, the staff were always getting sick, getting shot or getting blown
up, or just not showing up for work, politicians always asking for more
money, security always wanting more gear, environmentalists always
protesting, and lawyers always getting in the way. Not too mention the
endless dirty tricks of the competition.

She was sick and tired of being poor, of not having enough to eat, of
having to pay too many taxes without sufficient representation, of
having to watch her father work his whole life to take care of her and
not being able to take care of him now he is old, of the dishonest
swindlers getting rich, of her mother dying before she was old enough to
know her, of not getting to enjoy the life the other girls her age were
enjoying - the parties, the clothes and the guys.

And she was always, always, coming up with ideas to make them better off
than she is now.

So she sings "swinging on a star." "Would you like to be better off than
you are?" while she works on her plans for alternative energy sources,
for a more equal distribution of wealth, a reduction in global warming,
a reduction in pollution, and ultimately a reduction in population, all
the while increasing the energy consumption per person.

2. One day when the president, his secret service agents, some of his
liege lords, and the police are driving by in their suvs, she makes her
father run out and kneel before the president's hummer with a truck with
a few barrels of oil on it. The police stop the convoy, and take him
down (face down in the pavement), and after he had been truncheoned,
frisked and handcuffed, the president waves the ss off and asked what he
wanted, the poor oil producer told the king what Jeannie had asked him
to him say - 'my lord, these barrels are but a few of the many barrels
thay my daughter has made by spinning straw in to oil.'

3. The president ordered the police that she be brought to him at once.
The secret service searched her and her plans, and then she courtsied to
the president and told him that of course she couldn't spin large
quantities of straw into oil yet but given enough funding, and here she
took out her plans, that by slighlty increasing taxation on oil and gas
usage he could raise levies to build processing plants that would
convert plants in to biodiesel and maintain the economy and avoid the
coming collapse of civilisation brought on by peak oil.

4. The president was not a nice man. He hadn't stayed president by being
nice. And he didn't like being made fun of (straw into oil -
ridiculous!) in front of his lords by anyone - though she was soo cute,
and obviously clever - he was furious and he wanted his revenge on her
by showing his lords that no one could get the better of him. 'Please
teach this man a lesson for interrupting us
and leave him in the street,' he said, and some of his accompanying
guards immediately started to pummel her father, who was being held by
two polices and beaten by two others. Turning to Jeannie, who was being
held back by two other police, he said 'and as for the girl, throw her
in the dungeon, provide her with a lab and straw, and bring me her head
tomorrow if she hasn't spun the straw into oil.'

6. In the lab, Jeannie sat with her back to the technicians and the
straw and cried and
cried and cried. She was upset with herself and wished she was back at
home with her father processing the barrels of oil into gas or pumping
the oil into barrels instead of being locked in the sterile, soulles,
and scientist infested prison waiting to die.

7. Before she had time to feel truly miserable about dying the next day
and leaving her father alone - suddenly there was a knock on the lab
door, and in came a small strange man. Strange because he was so small
and strange because he had opened the door, but she hadn't heard the
turn key turn to unlock it. He looked her up and down and said - 'what
will you give me if I process this straw into oil?'

8. Jeannie tried to wake herself up - 'I must be dreaming this. I must
be still asleep in my bed in the refinery.'

Jeannie said 'I don't have anything to give you.'

He said 'Give me that gold ring on your finger.'

'That was my mothers wedding ring, the only thing I have left that was
hers. Don't ask for that,' Jeannie pleaded.

'What good is the ring if can't save your life? Do you think the
executioner will not slip it from your finger before he removes your
head?'

'What if you run away after I give you the ring?' she asked.

He gripped her hand with suprising speed and strength - 'I could take it
now,' and then let go.

'Here take my mother's gold ring,' she said slipping it off her
finger.

He put the ring on his necklace, and set to work feeding the straw into
the spinning wheel, and he began to sing a lullaby. And soon the
lullaby, the sound of the spinning wheel and the hypnotic spinning of
the wheel soon put Jeannie to sleep.

9. The sound of the prison door crashing open made Jeannie wake up in a
start. She rubbed her eyes and stood up. The executioner and a guard
were standing in the room with dumbfounded looks on their faces. The
straw was all gone, and in its place was solid gold thread. They were
scared, and closed the door again.

10. The prison door opened again, and in walked the king. The king
blinked and gulped and rubbed his eyes. He had brought with him some of
his ministers who whispered amongst themselves. He had brought a preist
who was sure it was the devils work. He had also brought his master
goldsmith. The goldsmith went down on his hands and knees and felt the
solid gold thread. He looked at it, smelled, and he bit it, checking if
it was gold. He hit it with his hammer and weighed it on his scale.
Then
he turned to the king and nodded.

10. A sly and crafty look fell over the king's face. 'So,' he said,
'you
can spin straw into gold. You weren't lying after all. I will put your
talents to good use.' But Jeannie protested - 'my lord, I can't spin
straw into gold! It wasn't me - I swear! It was the little man - he
came
in and did the spinning. I gave him my ring.' The king frowned, and and
then called to the guard outside the door - 'guardsmen, bring me the
captain of the guard this instant' The captain of the guard came
running, and panting said 'sire, what is it? What has happened?'
'captain, on your life, did anyone enter this room last night?' asked
the king. The captain starting shaking 'no sire. I posted these two
guards and no one has come in or out.' The king nodded, and the captain
relaxed and looked around for first time and was shocked.

11. 'Miller's daughter, it wasn't you that spun this gold? Was it the
devil that helped you as my chaplain believes? Did my captain of the
guard forfeit his life by failing in his duties and let the devil?' the
king laughed. 'Tonight I will move you to bigger, better guarded
prison,
with more straw that my chaplain has sprinkled with holy water for you
to spin on your life in to gold, and we will shall see what will shall
see.' With that the king, very pleased with his cleverness ordered the
gold transferred to his vaults and Jeannie moved to a medium security
prison.

12. Jeannie lay surrounded by straw heaped all around her. Was that
small man really the devil? Then she thought of her dying tomorrow.
Then
she thought of all the people she would never see. She thought of the
husband she would never meet, the child she would never have, and the
grandchild she would never spoil. She wondered what having her head cut
off would feel like. She wondered what would happen to her body. She
was
doing her best to stay awake since it was to be her last night alive.
As
she was starting to go to sleep a familiar voice said to her 'what will
you give me, if I spin this straw into gold?'

13. She opened her aways. It was the little man. She made to run and
pound on the door - but the little man caught her by the wrist with an
iron grip. 'No,' he said. She opened her mouth to scream - when out
shot
his other hand, and covered her mouth so she couldn't breathe. 'Not
that
either.'

14. She nodded and at once he let her go. 'What are you doing here? Who
are you? Where do you come from? Do you always hang out it prisons
waiting for women to show up that need straw spun into gold?'

joshua paul, handlemaker
neo code software - 100,000 year old ideas for 100,000 year old
problems
604 638 0668 phone 604 638 0666 fax
288 - 425 carrall street vancouver bc v6b 6e3 canada
www.neocodesoftware.com

Big picture - have fun with kids

Big picture - have fun with kids
Detail - troubleshoot the problems
Know the problem - emperor doodlewood bump
Solutions - king panda
Actions - sing, paint, tell others, cook, recycle, reuse, reduce, board
game, treasure hunt, write letters

Sing song (the world is dying), tell a emperor doodlewood bump story
(rapa nui), tell a king panda lives story (battery recycling)

And I looked over the kingdom of man

And I looked over the kingdom of man
And I saw the building of a great necropolis
The frenzied work of slaves
Hurrying to complete the tombs of their masters in time for the
apocalypse

I saw whole cities and continents being prepared to be sacrificed
Great tombs built for the kings
And many small tombs for their legions of servants and their slaves

I saw whole species and phylums burned in the furnace of the combustion
engine
The holocene extinction event
Entire ecosystems destroyed
The polar ice caps melted

In my dream

In my dream
I bow before the god-emperor
Though I do not serve him
And could destroy him and his empire
I honour and respect him
Yet that would not stop my blade from removing his head
For I am humble and obedient

Yesterday - I feel my behaviour was arrogant and offensive towards one
of my clients that I sell internet connections to. They are my
god-emperor, and I must obey them as their humble servant without
arrogance or irony. The fact the they are the only client with this
symptom is irrelevant to obedience or humility, because they feed me
crumbs that I build my house.

Organism: digital posters / Neo code marketing

Own, produce, market the letters / podcast / game / site / digital
poster
By outsourcing for emerging english speaking markets
How to own it?
Allow each production company one aspect, or episode

What's the story
The end of the world
Extinction
Cities die
Peoples die
Species die
Products die
Companies die
Lets look at why

Dp lessons learned

Pb had
.

Dp had
1. Good target - med assoc
2. Good list - 8000 names
3. Good marketing plan
4. Good biz plan
5. Good execution
6. Good product
7. No market research to prove demand

Neo code software
Design, develop and deploy
For filemaker
For ct
For med assocs - budget, plan, research, exec
For personalized printing industry
For franchise ecommerce
For net suite

What one thing holds for them all?