Incidents yesterday = 48 above normal (increase of 37% over the day before)[normal Incident count =
19.3]
Report on Ganj Dareh Meeting/will-be-heard participation (R=76%/W=38%):
Discussion Groups Active: 16,731 Forums & 22,390 Klatsches
Activity over Neighborhood Fences subsided yesterday as the Collective turned to formal will-hears
to express themselves.
Notable excerpts: Round-robin Klatsch "Die Gastarbeiter: Love Them or Boot Them Out?"
By: Palm Donsky Dubinna [Neighborhood Xref=Tel Dan]
.voice-only: Did ya see what they did to me? You know how I nap in Deqin Park —
By: Jef Kinshawk Gridpad [Neighborhood Xref=Caesarea Maritima]
.voice-only: Who?
Palm Donsky: Gastarbeiter, of course! You know how I wander over to Deqin after lunch, settle
down —
Jef Kinshawk: They got me too. Playin' mah-jongg at Center Zhongdian. Twice now —
Palm Donsky: You know how I settle down on that bench, among the hauhau trees —
Jef Kinshawk: Out of the sky falls this dingus of paper and wood —
Palm Donsky: You know how I close my eyes —
Jef Kinshawk: Dingus with lopsided diamond shape, with a long string running off —
Palm Donsky: You know how I just drift off, then bang-bang-bang, two gangs of boys, pointing their
fingers at each other, running around and yelling bang-bang-bang —
By: Lee Sesame Harrison [Neighborhood Xref=Osaka]
.voice-only: Did you complain to the anshin?
Palm Donsky: You know how I —
Lee Sesame: Did you, Jef Kinshawk?
Jef Kinshawk: Nope.
Lee Sesame: Channels, old men, channels. You want to rid Ganj Dareh of Gastarbeiter, you got to
work the channels of authority. Whining won't do the work; you have to. You two represent
Incidents 33 and 34 that I've discovered unreported in our will-hear in the past two days. Now if
I can get you to file affidavits at this cue/Em-Deh: §¶, we can make progress —
By: Eye Norbad Manler [Neighborhood Xref=Palo Alto]
.full-video/visual interpretation=off: Shut it down, Harrison! I finally caught you on-line and
in flagrante, once again stirring up trouble where none really exists.
Lee Sesame: I have a right to remind zhee-tely of their civic duty, to help police our
neighborhoods —
Eye Norbad: And I have the right to scold your sorry ass for mountaining this molehill. So few
Gastarbeiter — a mere quarter of a percent of our population, Harrison! They gong-she in just
forty-three communities, not many out of 144! Surely we have room to allow these unfortunates —
Lee Sesame: These gentlemen have had their routines disturbed, their tranquil lives at the end of
the Life Cycle —
Eye Norbad: What's your point, Harrison, making extra trouble here? Afraid Gastarbeiter will take
your job? Do you sell secur-tek? Or is it something else? Why don't you go-video and show
yourself —
[Lee Sesame disconnects]
Eye Norbad: Good! My work here is done. Good day, gentlemen. [disconnect from klatsch]
Vic Ceva Kolanmi [Neighborhood Xref=Zumi]:
.full-video: Blind old men! Can't you see through these innocent disguises?
Palm Donsky: First my bench, now my public chats, eh, Jeffy?
Jef Kinshawk: Damned straight, Donnie, an old man cannot find a moment's peace. Where you going
for lunch today? I'll meet you there.
[Palm Donsky and Jef Kinshawk convert to private will-see]
Vic Ceva: All right, the rest of you then, listen to me!
[Klatsch attendance=302,112]
Don't call them "Gastarbeiter." Call them "Eindringling" — Invaders. Call them "Ravagers." Call
them "Conquerors" even, if we don't wake up to their threat!
[Klatsch attendance=261,024, a decrease of 13.6%]
Don't go! Please! Listen to me! They're already pushing us out of our parks. They did it to
those old men, didn't they? They're already attacking us on our own paths and playing fields —
and I want to tell you about that!
But mostly, I've got to make you understand this: if we don't fight back, they're going to kill us
all and take over our wonderful city!
[Klatsch attendance=216,127, a decrease of 17.2%]
Oh, please don't go! I've seen the Invaders' true colors. I know what they're really like.
Listen to me!
They attacked my futsal team at the Charter Playing Fields. We showed up for our regularly
scheduled game and they're already playing there, some stupid game called "touch football." What
kind of true-sport is that?
[Klatsch attendance=212,885, a decrease of 1.5%]
Oh good, you're listening! We made a joke of it at first. If only we'd have known better then, we
would have struck first instead — but that wouldn't have helped. They're too powerful, too
skilled.
No, we asked them to take their stupid game someplace else ... like another continent! [laughs,
then groans] Ow, my ribs still hurt.
[Klatsch attendance=221,187, a increase of 3.9%]
You believe me, don't you? They claimed they were assigned that time and field. Who could believe
such a mistake could happen? No, the recreation combine would never fail us that way. So we told
them — a dozen of them — to leave. They refused. My friend Slavko, he stepped forward and waved
them away — and they charged! Shoulders, fists, knees, feet. They struck fast and furious and
hard. No mercy, I tell you!
I — I'd like to say we held our own but we did not. We retreated before their skilled assault.
They are trained to fight, I tell you! Half my team are laid up in-clinic. The rest of us cannot
leave our home med-tek.
[Klatsch attendance=221,187, no change]
Somewhere in the countryside, they have trained for this invasion! I don't know how many already
walk our paths, how many are still coming. But I will tell you this: I don't trust any of them!
You cannot trust any of them! If you see them coming, call for help.
Better yet, organize! Talk to everyone in your house-cluster, -row, or -hill. Make plans. Set up
watches. Jury-rig weapons. Patrol your neighborhood's paths. Attack them on sight. We've got to
drive them out!
You do see, don't you? You do understand, don't you?
[Vic Ceva requests pulse: out of 223,344 active in klatsch, 67% agree with him, 9% disagree, 24%
abstain]
Notable excerpts: Round-robin Klatsch "Topic Free-for-all"; automatically selected topic: "work"
Ner Buckvarli BomonSi [Neighborhood Xref=Atairangikaahu]
.text-only (color=cerulean): Work is that which gives meaning to our lives.
Mit Suru Ushijima [Neighborhood Xref=Khatiyavong]
.text-only (color=black): Work is that which our lives give meaning to, by which I mean, if it
weren't for work, we could get on with our lives.
Di Glancy Aniyunwiya [Neighborhood Xref=Apsley]
.text-only (color=sand): Then why work? Not to provide food, shelter, security, all those
Malthusian primitives of existence, because no one of Yeibichai goes without those. The Collective
provides.
Ner Buckvarli (color=aqua): Are you sitting in gong-she right now? Feet up, face in the sunlight,
except when you wander over to a server for a cool one?
Di Glancy (color=bile-green): No. No, I supervise parcel-sorting automata, routine, repetitive
rigmarole rendering me restless. 'Course, there aren't so many parcels coming through these days,
so more I'm even more unfulfilled and unsettled.
Mit Suru (color=flame-red, flashing): Yes, I sit in a gong-she, but it's not really like that!
Ner Buckvarli (color=cerulean): Di Glancy, you make my case for me. Once our physical needs are
satisfied, we are freed to gratify our true spiritual needs. Succor releases anima, erases
persona. The soul's pursuits bless us. Our Founders believed in that. If you give each person a
chance to express himself, he will go to work with fervor and inspiration and his own proportional
genius; and society will flourish.
Mit Suru (color=ember-red): You have a job, don't you?
Ner Buckvarli (color=royal-blue): Yes. Put aside your anger, come see me, and we'll find work for
you, too.
Mit Suru (color=hot-charcoal): Why should I? Die Gastarbeiter don't grope blindly in the
Mirnaya Direvnya. They sit in session after session, coddled with servers and instructors and
facilitators. They play at "serious creativity." They "focus." They think "laterally." They
explore "asymmetric patterns." They set up "provocative operations." They move their minds with
the "water logic" of patterning systems. After days and days of this drivel, do you really think
they will put themselves to work? Come up with something or somethingsss that will pay for all the
resources they're sucking up now?
Di Glancy (color=coral): I sure hope so, if for no other reason than to pick up the tone of this
will-hear. It's getting depressing.
Ner Buckvarli (color=purple): How do you know all this? Are you attending the Rendezvous'
sessions in disguise? Or are you one of them? Have you
invaded our will-hear?
Mit Suru (color=gray-ochre): Hardly. You should know better. No, I, like all of us Ganj
Darehians abiding gong-she, was invited to an "orientation" at the Rendezvous —
Ner Buckvarli (color=spiderweb silver): Oh! I hadn't known. einheimischer Arbeiter attend the
Rendezvous alongside Gastarbeiter, eh?
Mit Suru (color=gray-ochre): Only those Home-Workers who can stand working alongside these
worthless foreigners who breeze into our city and start sucking on our public tit. I walked out
before Director Derkinit and his flunkies finished the overview.
Di Glancy (color=sunshine): Hey, Ner Buckvarli! If Mit Suru won't come talk to you about work,
may I?
Ner Buckvarli (color=cerulean): Mit Suru, works begets work. Prosperity begets prosperity. Don't
begrudge Die Gastarbeiter and our own destitute einheimischer Arbeiter their chance. If the
Rendezvous runs its course, if it reaches its goal, it will produce work, not just for them, but
for others, too, including you.
Mit Suru (color=black): Fool! Either you're blind or you never think about what you see.
Ner Buckvarli (color=unset): You'd better hope it works that way, asshole, because if it doesn't
... if it doesn't, then we — the whole fucking planetary "we" — this shit-for-brains Collective
we cannot escape because we are it — do you understand? — we shall swallow our
own incompetence and it shall swallow us and we will all die!
Di Glancy (color=twilight): Ner Buckvarli, what I said about coming over — never mind.
[disconnect from klatsch]
