Incidents yesterday = 395 above normal (increase of 283% over the day before)[normal Incident count
= 24.03]
Report on Ganj Dareh Meeting/will-be-heard participation (R=80%/W=35%):
Discussion Groups Active: 16,731 Forums & 22,397 Klatsches
Notable excerpts: Forum for Ganj-Dareh Collective, moderated by Pfic Ira Hayes [Neighborhood
Xref=Awaji]. Displayed as full-action video in coordinated poly-panel, including Moderator,
Administrator information, and Speaker Panels embedded into background Ripple Paneling showing
faces of all zhee-tely attending the meeting.
Moderator Hayes: I call this single-subject meeting to order. Administrator automaton will state
the business before us this evening.
Administrator: Complaints against three combines, contracted to serve Ganj-Dareh Collective,
exceeded levels stated in service agreements. [Administrator Panel lists combine names along with
counts for four severities of complaint, Annoyed, Inconvenienced, Time Lost, and Business Lost].
All complaints on-record at cue/Em-Deh: §¶. All pertinent comments on-record at cue/Em-Deh:
. Further complaints and comments will accumulate toward another hearing.
Moderator Hayes: I open the floor for further discussion of grievances by the Collective.
The Ripple Panel continues its inherent wave of new faces, line after line. Most show patience.
None bids for attention.
Moderator Hayes: I open the floor for discussion by the combines under scrutiny.
Three Speaker Panels break into display, with captions:
Gus Kubizek Hityouth, Tactician, Delivery Combine: O.K., we fell below our service levels, but
consider the increasing demand. We're ramping up, but it takes time to get new people in,
appropriate qi-che and trolleys from other direvnya. I invoke the unforeseen-demand clause of my
contract and demand a ten-day extension to my response time.
Jul Streicher Stuermer, Tactician, Em-Deh Combine: I just don't understand why the Em-Deh service
level is so sensitive. I never did. We've been down eleven times in seven days for total of
two-hundred forty-six seconds, an average of just seven point fifty-three seconds, a median of two
point six seconds. Is that so much? I'm sorry. We'll try to do better, but fining us isn't going
to help things, you know.
Gott Feder Econfriend, Tactician, Salvage Combine: Ladies and gentlemen, I beg your forgiveness.
I could plead excessive demands based on the unprecedented increment in our population. I could
blame my failure on my intricate connection with other combines within and without Ganj Dareh. But
I shall not. Trash is trash. You want it gone when you want it gone. I understand that and swear
to improve. Thank you.
Moderator Hayes: I open the floor to any and all appropriate discussion.
Mis Chabaka Leinoff [Neighborhood Xref=Vanatinai]: Die Gastarbeiter have impacted us all, with
their strange ways and rude talk. I don't see how we can so quickly take these combines to task.
I suggest we adjust the timeframes accordingly.
Bron Islawk Aperthem [Neighborhood Xref=Bussolar]: Rubbish! At best, we all had the same amount
of notice from Har Norma, that is, none. At worst, she warned her most profitable strategists
ahead of time. Either way, these rich and powerful folks should get no more break than the rest of
us who are exhausted from successfully achieving our agreed service levels.
Irr Ving Gertz-Peyton [Neighborhood Xref=Dolgopolsky]: Bloody Hell with Mary in it! Em-Deh
service levels are high, Jul Streicher, because we canna survive without it. No other utility
compares to it. My house provides its own power — whose doesn't? My house takes care of our
sewage. I depend on the Collective for two things: water and Em-Deh. If the water fails, why
then, I call for some to be delivered — if I've got my Em-Deh. But if the Em-Deh fails, I'm
trapped. There are no alternatives for communications, for information, for existing in this
Information Society of ours. If you canna stand that kind of pressure, Jul Streicher, you'd best
get into another line of work.
[Processing comment: Another 7,127 seconds of discussion]
Moderator Hayes: Discussion is closed! The Ganj-Dareh Collective shall vote on this matter over
the next day. Results will be announced at that time. Meeting adjourned.
Notable excerpts: Toll-gated Moderated Klatsch "Fashion Eddy" hosted by Claes Champagne Bergvall
(Drop-ins welcome @G5; subscriptions @G25 per year)
Champagne [full-video/visual interpretation=off]: Once again, we gather in our festive and chummy
swirl on the trendy edge of this twice-stellar tributary to the galactic river of humanity.
Hah-ha! Today, we cast our haute eye on the gong-she influence invading our little part of the
mainstream. As we have noticed all too easily, a variety of sleep-and-eat styles have seeped their
ways into our paths and bistros and markets. And what do we have to say about that? Plenty,
believe you me. Hah-ha!
Just to be fair — but only at the start — the pertinent pattern prescribes clothing for
everyone. When you're working, you buy your own — and we all know how many people fail in that
important and very personal endeavor on a daily basis. Hah-ha!
And when you're not working — be fair, desperados m¡os, it can happen to any one of us, hah-ha —
the Collective must provide, which means they hire some Byukan-Hamil combine to do it — and we all
know how filled with fashion sense they are. No, no, no! They stick with "the minimum
needs of modesty, comfort, and protection from elements." And "stick" is the operative word, eh,
muchachos?
Of course, going gong-she is practically turgid with negative emotions. You lose your job, you
lose your house — belongs to the Collective, remember, hah-ha — and you lose your self-respect,
but no one comes along and takes away your togs as well — although we all know cases where that
would be a mercy, hah-ha. You can wear those on-contract clothes while living on-the-dole, but
what do you do when you need new ones?
And there are those who put away their revenue raiment — mementoes of la dolce vita gone
arrivederci — although we all know those rags will be considered, well, rags soonest —
and what do they wear in the meantime?
That's right, queridos m¡os, couture des les gong-she. And we have been gifted with a unique
opportunity to view the whole spectrum of sleep-and-eat styles. Gastarbeiter from every direction,
from Cuiaba in the north to Faial in the southeast. I have spoken to my counterparts — mavens of
fashion are everywhere, everywhere, sweethearts — and let me tell you how glad they are to
be rid of those people bedding in gong-she by night and haunting their streets by day —
only a little hyperbole for emphasis.
And what do we see in this parade of penury? A prevalence of particular and peculiar products.
Hah-ha! To be truthful — and we all know we congregate in the Fashion Eddy for truth, hah-ha —
much of what we see on the paths is the same. Our dear Byukan-Hamil has played economies-of-scale
to a ridiculous height once again, so that most — but not all and that is the saving grace of our
parley today — of what we see is the same:
Someone — and we don't know who; none of my confrères could discover the original designer
— if we dare call him that — only a man could've been so cavalier with appearances.
Anyway, that beast took the primeval serge de Nimes, soaked it in the primitive color
indigo, then applied it to the human frame in the simplest possible ways: wrap the torso and hang
that from the shoulders, one seam; wrap the arms and attach those, two more seams, three altogether
in one garment. The other garment uses the same topology, only hung from the hips and wrapping the
legs. Six seams et voilà, gong-she clothing in three varieties on this style.
Two things save us from a bombardment of blasé: sew-tek, ubiquitous in every su-she, which has
been used to produce individual wonders; and some independence by various combines around the
continent. And nearly all of those, novios m¡os, were not born on the proverbial rotabagge truck.
These — dare we say — miracle-workers come to our attention today.
[session continued for another 2,487 seconds]
