The things people do. What makes a Cantina? Kismet runs around like a crazy man, offering links, humor, helpful hints, and peace brokers between forumites all the time. No one pays him for this, he offers these things and they become a group asset, part of the Cantina. I wouldn't pay to see the munk show, but I might pay to see a Bruise show. His humor has sustained me and all of us countless times. Irreverent, pointless often, wonderul lines that remind us of what's really important. No one pays him for this; these become part of the Cantina, they are ours. Ad Astra, Aardvark, Jebediah, where do I stop? Archangel, Little knife, Falling knife, how about Spectre's data, and his confrontation of evil? Nasty, the nuclear option, peace maker and god forgive us, peace breaker if neccesary. (well, if neccesary, the peace was already in trouble, that's why he's called) Steely, SEmper, Bri, which of their posts could we be without, where would you make the cut between their egos and our need to have friends and good adivice and good natures?
Where do I stop? Do I leave someone out, or list every damn dog and rock?
Satori with his technical help. Yvsa with his knowledge and willingness to confront evil and comfort the heart. These are individual offerings to a collective entity. Yeah, I'm gonna blow it by not listing every last assest. Maui Rob, the warm voice every moment needed....Only God knows them all and what they do....Ferguson....will you let me stop now, have I made a point yet? Yangdu... Berk...help...gotta stop....raghorn.....wildman.....heber....herbet hoover..Josh is not a Zombie shoot him with a 45/70 ....wait now...Andreas..Beo..Koster...Dan..all that work...help..pictures...Shane, come back...before I get a Hollow feeling...lost in the Bamboo...somewhere in Nam...all going Grey..not Norm al ....jurrasic layer..Lint on.. a Duck flying over a Marsh...named Nelson Russ colored..Not..Too Sharp..Dean of school..D..Japa...get Sarge..Mama..running scissors
There are some things I do here that don't stick. There are some things wasted. There are a couple gifts now and then, and everyonce in awhile, a thread that is exactly what Bill and Rusty wanted, the heart of the place.
What really goes on when Yangdu and I talk:
'What do we do now?"
"I dunno...what do you think we ought to do about that?"
" It was a good thing, wasn't it?"
"It wasn't a bad thing."
"OK then...it was a good thing."
"So....we let it go on?"
"Yes."
Out of such keen comprehension comes administrative policy.....
No one asked Howard to step down. Go back and read his thread, there is a single line there about why. Only Howard knows Howard, but he made the kind of unselfish decision he did for love of this place, with the kind of duty of the very highest order. Do any of you remember what Bill said after Dan changed his status? I do. Both publically and privately to me; "It never would have happened if I'd done a better job of communication."
I said right back to him, not giving him any slack; 'that's right'.
I have not done a good enough job of communication. Two threads I wrote, as a matter of historical record, not priviledged mod conversation, were locked. Had they been just any other thread, it would not mean beans, but they were not mine, they were community property, they were important to this place, and that kind of judgement is intangible and not always logical or communicated.
Yangdu has a vision of this place and where it is going. She is not speechless or brainwashed, she is very opinionated and stubborn. When Bill and Rusty were here, we did not see the other. When they left, we saw something together. In some ways, she has replaced the vacancy in my heart that Rusty left. Rusty was unabashed about his committment to Bill, as I am to my friendship with her and service to this place.
It's not improbable that some day I won't be a mod.
"What would happen if I left the Cantina?"
'Your place is here, your dharma work, and you know that."
"Yes, but this place would go on,"
"Why would you say this? You know your place is here."
A lot of things changed when our two friends left. Some of my friends I no longer have here, and I've made some new ones. People change, relationships change.
Some day I could see myself writing something called munk's corner, and not being a mod. Not yet, but someday. I bring to the table stories, a few jokes that are almost as good as Bruise's, peacemaking, and a gift for looking at darkness and bringing some good out into the light. This is my membership fee. I pay this and let it go and it belongs to you. They are not 'my threads'
When you accept them, I have a home, a place to go to. And like Rusty before me, this place has saved my life. The small pissant chores around here are just enough structure so that I don't fly down into despair.
So I didn't communicate good enough. Yangdu and I see a common dream. We recognized immediately in the other this dream. She says its because she knew me in a past life, and that'll be in chapter 3 of Munk's Big Book of Woo Woo Mysticism. I've gone on too long, and the Old Buffalo hates it when I do this. He really does. Drives him crazy. Nobody changes the Oid Buffalo. He's a force of nature and in the bonestructure of the Cantina. Yvsa is going to keep being Yvsa, this munk can't,won't, couldn't and wouldn't stop him. When we bump into each other as we have do not overreact. Do not fall with the Sky.
So now you know. It's not fair. It's not written down anywhere. I can't qualify it or quantify it. Firkin couldn't tell me the molecular breakdown.
It's not about one person. It's about all of us.
munk
Where do I stop? Do I leave someone out, or list every damn dog and rock?
Satori with his technical help. Yvsa with his knowledge and willingness to confront evil and comfort the heart. These are individual offerings to a collective entity. Yeah, I'm gonna blow it by not listing every last assest. Maui Rob, the warm voice every moment needed....Only God knows them all and what they do....Ferguson....will you let me stop now, have I made a point yet? Yangdu... Berk...help...gotta stop....raghorn.....wildman.....heber....herbet hoover..Josh is not a Zombie shoot him with a 45/70 ....wait now...Andreas..Beo..Koster...Dan..all that work...help..pictures...Shane, come back...before I get a Hollow feeling...lost in the Bamboo...somewhere in Nam...all going Grey..not Norm al ....jurrasic layer..Lint on.. a Duck flying over a Marsh...named Nelson Russ colored..Not..Too Sharp..Dean of school..D..Japa...get Sarge..Mama..running scissors
There are some things I do here that don't stick. There are some things wasted. There are a couple gifts now and then, and everyonce in awhile, a thread that is exactly what Bill and Rusty wanted, the heart of the place.
What really goes on when Yangdu and I talk:
'What do we do now?"
"I dunno...what do you think we ought to do about that?"
" It was a good thing, wasn't it?"
"It wasn't a bad thing."
"OK then...it was a good thing."
"So....we let it go on?"
"Yes."
Out of such keen comprehension comes administrative policy.....
No one asked Howard to step down. Go back and read his thread, there is a single line there about why. Only Howard knows Howard, but he made the kind of unselfish decision he did for love of this place, with the kind of duty of the very highest order. Do any of you remember what Bill said after Dan changed his status? I do. Both publically and privately to me; "It never would have happened if I'd done a better job of communication."
I said right back to him, not giving him any slack; 'that's right'.
I have not done a good enough job of communication. Two threads I wrote, as a matter of historical record, not priviledged mod conversation, were locked. Had they been just any other thread, it would not mean beans, but they were not mine, they were community property, they were important to this place, and that kind of judgement is intangible and not always logical or communicated.
Yangdu has a vision of this place and where it is going. She is not speechless or brainwashed, she is very opinionated and stubborn. When Bill and Rusty were here, we did not see the other. When they left, we saw something together. In some ways, she has replaced the vacancy in my heart that Rusty left. Rusty was unabashed about his committment to Bill, as I am to my friendship with her and service to this place.
It's not improbable that some day I won't be a mod.
"What would happen if I left the Cantina?"
'Your place is here, your dharma work, and you know that."
"Yes, but this place would go on,"
"Why would you say this? You know your place is here."
A lot of things changed when our two friends left. Some of my friends I no longer have here, and I've made some new ones. People change, relationships change.
Some day I could see myself writing something called munk's corner, and not being a mod. Not yet, but someday. I bring to the table stories, a few jokes that are almost as good as Bruise's, peacemaking, and a gift for looking at darkness and bringing some good out into the light. This is my membership fee. I pay this and let it go and it belongs to you. They are not 'my threads'
When you accept them, I have a home, a place to go to. And like Rusty before me, this place has saved my life. The small pissant chores around here are just enough structure so that I don't fly down into despair.
So I didn't communicate good enough. Yangdu and I see a common dream. We recognized immediately in the other this dream. She says its because she knew me in a past life, and that'll be in chapter 3 of Munk's Big Book of Woo Woo Mysticism. I've gone on too long, and the Old Buffalo hates it when I do this. He really does. Drives him crazy. Nobody changes the Oid Buffalo. He's a force of nature and in the bonestructure of the Cantina. Yvsa is going to keep being Yvsa, this munk can't,won't, couldn't and wouldn't stop him. When we bump into each other as we have do not overreact. Do not fall with the Sky.
So now you know. It's not fair. It's not written down anywhere. I can't qualify it or quantify it. Firkin couldn't tell me the molecular breakdown.
It's not about one person. It's about all of us.
munk
