The Ox Gate in the Year of the Dragon

My life, or what passes for such an entity

I was born in the Year of the Dragon. For what that's worth! Though as someone born in the Pacific Basin, where the two major centres of culture happen to be India and China, I do take that quite very seriously.

My life began, more or less, when I was born. Much like G.K. Chesterton, it is not an event I can recall, therefore it is not an event in which I can place much credence, having to dismiss it as largely mythical, unless I of course wish to believe my parents.

Recent events had shaken the world, a nuclear war had been narrowly averted, and I suspect that, should I wish to believe my parents's tale that I was actually born, I was the result of some pretty frenzied coupling undertaken to celebrate the fact that there was no war after all.

I am of course, of a sound mind and body. My birthplace was Anguganak in what was then the West Sepik District of the Trust Territory of New Guinea. This may account for my inability to hang off every word of certain people who shall not be named lest I invoke them at their most pathetic.

Skills and obsessions

Obsessions appears to be the operative word, being derived from the same Latin root as "seige". I am beseiged by my interests.

Writing

These are some of my better, or better-completed works.

Others may yet be completed, but don't hold your breath.

Poetry - You have been warned!

Have you seen this individual?

This individual is widely known for daring break-ins during the Christmas period throughout the Western World. If you see him, you are advised to contact your local friendly counter-terrorism unit as quickly as possible.

Politics by normal means eats those who create it

This Draft Treaty on the Neutralization of Outer Space is the result of me reading too much, much too much, on the Exploration of Outer Space when I was an impressionable youngster, and much too much on the potential abuses thereof, when I was a little older, but hardly wiser.

Now there is a hullaballoo about space debris, but in the light of the US and the Soviet Union playing blithely with satellite-killers during previous decades, I don't have much sympathy.

Copyright? Treaties are public documents. They don't have "copyright" as such. but if you agree with my argument - that we need to regulate the military use of outer space in order to preserve it for non-military, eg, commercial use, you are welcome to copy this text and submit it to your local representatives.

Some MOUS stuff

I couldn't go taking Microsoft Office User Certificates all too seriously now, could I? Here are some idle combinations of the Meta-X DissociatedPress emacs gene and the Microsoft Powerpoint virus.

All Microsoft clip-art belongs to and remains the property of Microsoft, all the text is derived from texts I have contributed or discovered and fed through the voracious maw of Meta-x dissociatedpress. Needless to say, the text is copyright Meta-X Dissociated Press.

Conlangs

I have not yet had the time to boil down my conlangs of Yhe Ghye-Ineat, The World of Light
  1. Yhe Vala Lakha, the Free Speech
  2. Nu Aves Khara-Ansha, The Language of the Sacred Hunt
  3. Li' Anyerra-Tarah, the Local Coast Language
  4. Esa Emban wa Waesa Nkhara Goshu, The Language of the Free Huntresses

    5. and a creole

  5. Ereya ri Aknereyazh, The Speech of the Bone Quarters
- only slightly referenced in Yhe Yezhech Aru Riyhayhat - into a set of grammars and lexicons, but don't worry, be happy - you have been warned!

And then from Kero Siritse orbiting Alpha Centauri Beta, there's

  1. the Tanala Trade Language of Kero Siritse

    2. and

  2. the Erava language of Kerao Seridza, the noble's language

Computer Games

"I'm programmed to a schedule,
"What will the answer be?
"It's a suicide run,
"Till the work gets done,
"But the metric switch don't say."
misex, Australasian Punk Band c. 1981-82

Are you tired of all the modern conveniences? Do you long for days when men were real men, women were real women, and little green furry things from Alpha Centauri were real little green furry things from Alpha Centauri? Well, those days are here again. At least in regard to the little green furry things from Alpha Centauri.

I have within my hot little hands, something little, green and furry - Archaic Linux, dating from the time before Linux got its tux. It is a bochs image, and comes with its own set of installation disks, for that little green furry feeling.

Here's another, not so old Linux - Slackware 3, from those halcyon days - c. 1995 - when Linux was the hottest thing since sliced bread, and was getting hotter.

"You've lost that furry feeling,
"O-oh, that furry feeling,
"Bring back that furry feeling,
"Now it's gone, gone, gone,
"And I can't go on,
"Wo-wo-wo!"

The Righteous Brothers(mutilated), California's Own Home-Grown

And if you haven't mutated into a little green furry thing from Alpha Centauri with the joy of the proclamation, well, you should have. You're just not being grateful enough!!! Blame it on your parents!

"Speak roughly to your little boy,
"Beat him when he sneezes.
"He only does it to annoy,
"Because he knows it teases."
Lewis Carroll, Victorian Child-Razing Expert

And meanwhile, back at the ranch...

Here is an open letter to one Bill Gates, on the subject of obsolete but still in-use Microsoft Operating Systems. It's not going to go away any time soon - I would prefer that Microsoft do the decent thing and allow for the poorer people to support themselves and in addition, gain in technical knowledge and sophistication.

(c) Wesley Parish