DaveNet 1998 Review: People
I don't want to say these things. That's why I'm saying them. You may not want to hear them. That's why you should hear them. 1/1/98.
Everyone says over and over that it doesn't matter that she's a woman, but we know it totally matters. Why is it more of a tragedy for the government to kill a human being just because the person is female? 1/2/98.
A joke! If a man said something in a forest and no woman heard him, would he still be wrong? 1/2/98.
A long time ago, on MTV, I saw a profound little soundbite aimed at heartbroken people who have been wounded in love. The message went like this. You may not think, right now, that you'll try again (take a breath) but you will. I think that's the lesson of the human race. Renewal. Belief. Trying again and again and again. That's who we are. 1/8/98.
We get to the root of technical issues very quicky. I provide a point of view, people respond -- learning happens, mistakes can be avoided and loops can be shortened. 1/25/98.
In the United States, since I am a citizen, I am part of the government. That's how it works here. Goverment of the people, by the people, for the people. The government is killing Ms. Tucker. That means that I am killing Ms. Tucker. 1/29/98.
I feel deeply sad for poor Sam Winer, to leave this life in such an awful way. There was no mercy or forgiveness for Sam in his final moment. No kindness or love. The last face he saw was someone who was going to kill him. 1/29/98.
We can hate what she did, and still forgive her. It's in the teachings of many religions. The power of redemption. Rising above our nature. Overcoming our past, and then becoming greater, cleaner, more free, more human. 2/4/98.
I feel deep shame at being part of a country with such a shallow collective heart, with such a brutal response to brutality, with no sense of forgiveness. 2/4/98.
People are working much better, from my perspective; I hope from theirs too. It's an old lesson, if you want to plant a gorgeous garden, you have be willing to dig out the weeds. 2/22/98.
I was eating pizza with a friend, getting up to get another slice, when I felt this foreign substance in my mouth. Hmmm. At first I thought it might be something impure about the pizza. I took the impurity out of my mouth. It looks like a tooth! Oooops. A piece of my mouth was in my hand. 3/17/98.
From the bottom of my heart... Thanks! 4/15/98.
When you make it, people don't want to hear what you have to say any more than they did before you made it. In fact, I think they want to hear you even less. Listening isn't based on how much money you have. Write that down and remember it. If you're waiting to be heard and think that having money will make a difference, trust me, it won't. 5/6/98.
"Of course you like Taco Bell, but you're a dog!" 5/6/98.
The Sinatra man had ups and downs, fell hard, and had broken hearts. He was brave and fun-loving and took big risks, and was also vulnerable and introspective. 5/18/98.
I saw a fat naked woman dancing at an amateur talent show. I had to look. She was good! Her big fat body had the rhythm of the music. Her huge breasts swung to the beat. A big funky happy smile on her face! It made the point. If a big fat naked woman can dance so beautifully in public, what do I have to worry about? 5/24/98.
When I emerged I felt more relaxed and confident than I have in my entire life. 6/18/98.
Bless our rudderless political system, our lies about sexuality and the endless stream of Boy Kills Boy software stories. We get what we want. We must want to explore honesty, sexuality and work out power issues. Occasional creativity comes from the struggles. That's the precious stuff and that's my formula. If an idea has a twinkle in it, it's mine! If it can reach our hearts, I go for it. Just like Ringling and Barnum. It's a circus out there. Same on my home page. 8/1/98.
In the middle of the attacks I kept thinking of the silent ones. People who sit by, the majority of them, while a few people post message after message selfishly venting their emotional stuff. 8/3/98.
Kids dream about bad tigers and elephants, adults dream about bad moms and dads. The same solution works in either case. 8/14/98.
Children have to please, and unfortunately, have to lie, to stay alive. But without those compromises, we wouldn't be here today. Something I saw as negative is easily transformed into the biggest gift I could possibly have given myself! Life. 8/26/98.
Like many other people I watched the Cards-Reds baseball game yesterday, hoping that Mark McGwire would break the home run record and my eyes would see it and my ears would hear it, that somehow I would be there, but would I? Would it feel that way? Yeah, I'd grin, I'd say "That's really something" but would I *feel* it? Would I really be there? 9/7/98.
Every day my subconscious saves my life. It's a remarkable piece of machinery. And to some extent it's always in the moment, allowing my conscious mind to worry about all kinds of things. It seems to be saying "Go ahead and worry about your silly stuff, I'll keep you alive, just in case you ever want to be here." 9/10/98.
So at my core, before I had even taken a first breath, my computer had to solve a serious real-world problem. This struggle made a big impression, in fact it set the theme for my entire life. If my life were a movie, it would be a constant stream of serious problems to solve. It isn't the solution that's important, very often I don't solve the problem, it's the problem itself, and my struggle, that makes me feel like I have a chance to survive. Look at my resume for a clue. I'm a hole digger, I take things seriously, I want to succeed. But what I *really* want to do, at a deeper level, is to be born, so I can breathe. 9/10/98.
