Webmasters of the World, Unite! We have nothing to lose but the links!
The web as they call it is a mesh of links. The wired world is now being counted for what it is. A Network. The more your pages are wired or integrated into the overall web linking architecture, the better it is from search engine ranking point of view...
vtheatre.net/biz: everything about web wiil be at "biz" directories (2006).
If indeed a sucker is born every minute, my market is huge.
Yes, I am writing it for you, losers. Losers, like me.
Nothing personal. Web is a business. If you want to have a personal page for your eyes only, you are fine. Do bother with the reading, visit your own site and enjoy it.
Although I suspect you want me to see your "homepage" too. Well, then read on!
This is book-in-progress; your comments and feedbacks are welcome!
Of course, there is another reason for this directory, besides being a webmaster. Web is a part of the Virtual Theatre Project and I want to understand the nature of the Web. It is not just a technology which delivers data to your home, it is a changed dynamic of the private and public. If you read Spectator Files, you know that I believe that we go through a radical revolution. So-called cyber space is global and total, it separates no less than unites, and we are arriving to situation of THEATRE OF ONE.
What do I mean? In the past live events position me (most of the time) as a spectator. With the web each of us arranges the events (and the world) around ONE. I am in positition of a leader, organizer, director, narator, creator!
Private in Public? That's how you live nowadays; learn more about Method Acting, friends!
Well, I made web-directories to move my webmaster's notes from the subject directories -- and look at it, so many pages. More, I have to create buisness directories to separate webdevelopment from the business issues. What do I mean? I began to recieve the checks for affiliations, for banners on my pages... and I even turn down the business proposation from the big advertizing agency. Of course, this is nonsense! Cyber-space is public and therefore a property, sooner or later I have to deal with it businesslike. After all, I do pay already; the period of "free" internet is over; for me and in general, for all.
Summary
Questions
Do you plan to continue Webman's Diary?
No.
Notes
Liberty is always unfinished business. --anonymous
Style of my pages -- not references for student pages, like Spark's Notes, for example, but for research? They can't be complete in principle? As if I am collecting material for future manuscripts? It was fun, when I began webbing...
From Notes to Stories:
Annensky style of writing -- reflections, an intellectual stream of cons. Short-stories of thought. Personal.
N. did in one paragraph!
Poetry of thought!
Myaykovsky and Eisenstein's forms. Layout.
10.24.04. Only now I can do some editing; before I had not enough text-bodies to cut.
Theology of Technology
Most likely, I will never finish this book, but this directory has another purpose -- to understand the medium (web). Web is a part of the Virtual Theatre.
Also, the webdirectory leads to business pages.
There are two of them: here is about theatre (live) and web, and there is another one @ Film-North -- about film and web.
Story
The plot has an open ending... I'm still doing it, the webbing.
Web is a symbol of mortality! This is the price for travel with the speed of light...
@2000-2002 thr w/anatoly * Next: Intro *
"Confessions of the greatness and unsearchableness of God, of God`s mercies in infancy and boyhood, and human wilfulness; of his own sins of idleness, abuse of his studies, and of God`s gifts up to his fifteenth year." Confessions Of St. Augustine
"And how shall I call upon my God, my God and Lord, since, when I call for Him, I shall be calling Him to myself? and what room is there within me, whither my God can come into me? whither can God come into me, God who made heaven and earth? is there, indeed, O Lord my God, aught in me that can contain do then heaven and earth, which Thou hast made, and wherein Thou hast made me, contain Thee? or, because nothing which exists could exist without Thee, doth therefore whatever exists contain Thee? Since, then, I too exist, why do I seek that Thou shouldest enter into me, who were not, wert Thou not in me? Why? because I am not gone down in hell, and yet Thou art there also. For if I go down into hell, Thou art there. I could not be then, O my God, could not be at all, wert Thou not in me; or, rather, unless I were in Thee, of whom are all things, by whom are all things, in whom are all things? Even so, Lord, even so. Whither do I call Thee, since I am in Thee? or whence canst Thou enter into me? for whither can I go beyond heaven and earth, that thence my God should come into me, who hath said, I fill the heaven and the earth."
"What art Thou then, my God? what, but the Lord God? For who is Lord but the Lord? or who is God save our God? Most highest, most good, most potent, most omnipotent; most merciful, yet most just; most hidden, yet most present; most beautiful, yet most strong; stable, yet incomprehensible; unchangeable, yet all-changing; never new, never old; all-renewing, and bringing age upon the proud, and they know it not; ever working, ever at rest; still gathering, yet nothing lacking; supporting, filling, and overspreading; creating, nourishing, and maturing; seeking, yet having all things. Thou lovest, without passion; art jealous, without anxiety; repentest, yet grievest not; art angry, yet serene; changest Thy works, Thy purpose unchanged; receivest again what Thou findest, yet didst never lose; never in need, yet rejoicing in gains; never covetous, yet exacting usury. Thou receivest over and above, that Thou mayest owe; and who hath aught that is not Thine? Thou payest debts, owing nothing; remittest debts, losing nothing. And what have I now said, my God, my life, my holy joy? or what saith any man when he speaks of Thee? Yet woe to him that speaketh not, since mute are even the most eloquent."
"Oh! that I might repose on Thee! Oh! that Thou wouldest enter into my heart, and inebriate it, that I may forget my ills, and embrace Thee, my sole good? What art Thou to me? In Thy pity, teach me to utter it. Or what am I to Thee that Thou demandest my love, and, if I give it not, art wroth with me, and threatenest me with grievous woes? Is it then a slight woe to love Thee not? Oh! for Thy mercies` sake, tell me, O Lord my God, what Thou art unto me. Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation. So speak, that I may hear. Behold, Lord, my heart is before Thee; open Thou the ears thereof, and say unto my soul, I am thy salvation. After this voice let me haste, and take hold on Thee. Hide not Thy face from me. Let me die - lest I die - only let me see Thy face..."
http://www.underthesun.cc/Augustine/ConfessionsOfStAugustineThe/ConfessionsOfStAugustineThe2.html
Liberty is always unfinished business. --anonymous 