Sunday, October 10, 2004
10/9/2004 9:34:10 PM
And all in you is youth, and you make new,
By quoting them, old things I made for you.
John Shade, in Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (Canto Four, lines 955-6)
Tribes of North originally began as a gift for an old friend, but quickly grew into something much larger.
There is a puzzle here- it can't be solved by bruteforce- of that I am almost positive. The key to the purpose puzzle will later be found in the storyline, but the puzzle was designed to be delivered tothe game player outside of the game-experience.
This game also revolves around the book "Pale Fire" by nabokov as its main keystone. most of the clues and references to the game are found inside it.
The last entry of a fictitious 'journal' is encrypted, and I've presented an example of the encryption (an unbreakable simple substitution cipher) represented in the shape of dominos, and two clues to help solve the problem through logic, as this puzzle cannot be brute-forced. It is a logic puzzle, not a puzzle you need to get a pen and paper to do, in fact, it would be easier if you didn’t
By quoting them, old things I made for you.
John Shade, in Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (Canto Four, lines 955-6)
Tribes of North originally began as a gift for an old friend, but quickly grew into something much larger.
There is a puzzle here- it can't be solved by bruteforce- of that I am almost positive. The key to the purpose puzzle will later be found in the storyline, but the puzzle was designed to be delivered tothe game player outside of the game-experience.
This game also revolves around the book "Pale Fire" by nabokov as its main keystone. most of the clues and references to the game are found inside it.
The last entry of a fictitious 'journal' is encrypted, and I've presented an example of the encryption (an unbreakable simple substitution cipher) represented in the shape of dominos, and two clues to help solve the problem through logic, as this puzzle cannot be brute-forced. It is a logic puzzle, not a puzzle you need to get a pen and paper to do, in fact, it would be easier if you didn’t
- Location:Great Barrington, MA
The Arkhangel'sk Dynasty and The Guild of the Divided Hous's Past
10/9/2004 7:41:56 PM
The Truth about the Arkhangel'sk Dynasty and The Guild of the Divided House's Past
by Atsuko Ng and Jonaton Ström
Anthropologists have long taught that myths and legends die hard, if ever. This is certainly the case with the fables and stories surrounding the roots of The Guild of the Divided House (Domesticum Bipertito Conlegium). For many years now, families and writers have perpetuated the myth that five monks survived the burning of the Septemtrioniale Torre degli Angeli (Northern Tower of Angels) at Dee's Peaks on the southernmost tip of Greenland, and that one or more of these monks began the teachings of the Guild's occult practices. In truth, the Guild originated as an ancient Ethiopic observance of the Royal house in virtually every respect of structure and code. It was the burning of the Wede Debub Foke Mekonneniwl (Southern Tower of Angels) in the city of Axum that released the Guild to the revolutionary hotbed surrounding the Arkhangel'sk Dynasty. More than twenty monks and fourty nuns actually survived that disaster and helped promote the growth of three core factions of the Guild Dynasty amongst the ruling class, female warriors, and natural philosophers. Those factions were Rex, Viraginis, and Augustus.
To complicate matters even further, the proponents of the Northern Tower of Angels / Five Monk Theory also hold that one of the "monks" was actually a woman named MingLi Augustus Archangelo . They believe she designed and developed the observance of the Guild and later taught it to another woman, named Uriquathea Abstrusum Arkhangel'sk, after whom the Dynasty was eventually named. Aside from the fact that Guild was not in the habit of training females in the Rex or Augustus observances along with males in a celibate monastic environment, least of all the very traditional Northern Tower of Angels at Dee's Peaks, evidence now suggests that Uriquathea Augustus did indeed exist and did provide the basis of both the Viraginis and the Augustus factions of the Arkhangel'sk Dynasty.
Recent findings uncovered by historians and scientists feeding continuous streams of information and documentation to the Museum at the University Centre on Svalbard, Norway in Longyear City, Spitsbergen -- and verified through extensive travel by the Museum Curator and staff to substantiate sources and documentation -- reveal that Uriquathea August Arkhangel'sk had a critical role in the creation and development of the Domesticum Bipertito Conlegium. This fact is verified through cross-referencing information from the history of the British investigations for a northwest passage, the Saxo Grammaticus's descriptions of the Lapps, the descriptions of the far northerners by Adam of Bremen, Russian secret societies, various Guild lineages, and, ultimately, recorded Russian history. These findings further reveal that Uriquathea Abstrusum Arkhangel'sk was a reserved leader carefully protected by the Guild's followers to keep both her origins and her lineage secreted from Christian authorities.
"Augustus Archhangelo Domesticum Bipertito Conlegium" itself means "Guild of the Divided House of the Majestic Archangel ", symbolizing its founders' focus on the fall of the third aggregate of heaven upon earth, and the origin of the Nephilim, the product of Angel-human relations, of whom the Arkhangel'sk family attributes its heritage. During the early 11th century when the Southern Temple was destroyed, a dictum was added to the Guild's observances; that all members observe the law of the “domniportae”, living as the snail with their homes upon their backs. This was a reminder to the art's practitioners to that their temples may be destroyed, but it should have no impact upon their observance to the Guild.
The Latin word "Abstrusum" means "to be concealed or secret." By adding this word to the founder's name, the followers were instructed to remain discrete about the art's origins and practitioners, but to continue to speak out about the return of the Archangelo family to the ruling societies in Britain and Russia.
The burning of the Southern Temple represents a significant turning point in the history of the occult arts. For the first time in over 1,000 years, the monks moved the teaching and spread of their art outside of the tower walls.
In essence, The Guild of the Divided House is the culmination of a defensive development effort (of both the Northern and Southern Angelic Towers) funded by Arkhangel'sk Dynasty family members and sympathizers. The project's intention was to employ the Guild's extensive knowledge of occult philosophy and oriental fighting postures in the development of a secret society centered on its own learning, propagation, and defense. In addition, the Guild had to lend itself to training inductees in minimal time without 10 years of discipline in their appropriate faction. Finally, the Guild needed to be accompanied by highly scientific occult philosophies grounded in a system that could be understood and taught quickly and simply to facilitate conversion of the brightest minds in Europe and Muscovy Royal house in far less time than it took to recruit nascent Templars in the Christian Legions.
Some might question the contention that occult philosophers would engage in such a military development effort. In point of fact, military endeavors were not new to The Guild. They were fiercely loyal to the Arkhangel'sk Dynasty. Royal family money greatly enhanced the Guild's growth and influence throughout their respective provinces. In support of the Arkhangel'sk Dynasty, a powerful Guild fighting force of female warriors (the Viraginis) were organized and employed on numerous occasions to border regions in an attempt to hold back Templar incursions. It is not a stretch of the imagination that the Viraginis would develop styles and training methods tailored to aiding Arkhangel'sk Dynasty revolutionaries recapture the influence of the British, Ethiopian, Russian, and Muslim ruling class from the Christian Templars.
While a complete list of key players in The Guild's support of revolutionary activities and the ultimate development of the Viraginis is still being researched, some principle figures have already been identified.
by Atsuko Ng and Jonaton Ström
Anthropologists have long taught that myths and legends die hard, if ever. This is certainly the case with the fables and stories surrounding the roots of The Guild of the Divided House (Domesticum Bipertito Conlegium). For many years now, families and writers have perpetuated the myth that five monks survived the burning of the Septemtrioniale Torre degli Angeli (Northern Tower of Angels) at Dee's Peaks on the southernmost tip of Greenland, and that one or more of these monks began the teachings of the Guild's occult practices. In truth, the Guild originated as an ancient Ethiopic observance of the Royal house in virtually every respect of structure and code. It was the burning of the Wede Debub Foke Mekonneniwl (Southern Tower of Angels) in the city of Axum that released the Guild to the revolutionary hotbed surrounding the Arkhangel'sk Dynasty. More than twenty monks and fourty nuns actually survived that disaster and helped promote the growth of three core factions of the Guild Dynasty amongst the ruling class, female warriors, and natural philosophers. Those factions were Rex, Viraginis, and Augustus.
To complicate matters even further, the proponents of the Northern Tower of Angels / Five Monk Theory also hold that one of the "monks" was actually a woman named MingLi Augustus Archangelo . They believe she designed and developed the observance of the Guild and later taught it to another woman, named Uriquathea Abstrusum Arkhangel'sk, after whom the Dynasty was eventually named. Aside from the fact that Guild was not in the habit of training females in the Rex or Augustus observances along with males in a celibate monastic environment, least of all the very traditional Northern Tower of Angels at Dee's Peaks, evidence now suggests that Uriquathea Augustus did indeed exist and did provide the basis of both the Viraginis and the Augustus factions of the Arkhangel'sk Dynasty.
Recent findings uncovered by historians and scientists feeding continuous streams of information and documentation to the Museum at the University Centre on Svalbard, Norway in Longyear City, Spitsbergen -- and verified through extensive travel by the Museum Curator and staff to substantiate sources and documentation -- reveal that Uriquathea August Arkhangel'sk had a critical role in the creation and development of the Domesticum Bipertito Conlegium. This fact is verified through cross-referencing information from the history of the British investigations for a northwest passage, the Saxo Grammaticus's descriptions of the Lapps, the descriptions of the far northerners by Adam of Bremen, Russian secret societies, various Guild lineages, and, ultimately, recorded Russian history. These findings further reveal that Uriquathea Abstrusum Arkhangel'sk was a reserved leader carefully protected by the Guild's followers to keep both her origins and her lineage secreted from Christian authorities.
"Augustus Archhangelo Domesticum Bipertito Conlegium" itself means "Guild of the Divided House of the Majestic Archangel ", symbolizing its founders' focus on the fall of the third aggregate of heaven upon earth, and the origin of the Nephilim, the product of Angel-human relations, of whom the Arkhangel'sk family attributes its heritage. During the early 11th century when the Southern Temple was destroyed, a dictum was added to the Guild's observances; that all members observe the law of the “domniportae”, living as the snail with their homes upon their backs. This was a reminder to the art's practitioners to that their temples may be destroyed, but it should have no impact upon their observance to the Guild.
The Latin word "Abstrusum" means "to be concealed or secret." By adding this word to the founder's name, the followers were instructed to remain discrete about the art's origins and practitioners, but to continue to speak out about the return of the Archangelo family to the ruling societies in Britain and Russia.
The burning of the Southern Temple represents a significant turning point in the history of the occult arts. For the first time in over 1,000 years, the monks moved the teaching and spread of their art outside of the tower walls.
In essence, The Guild of the Divided House is the culmination of a defensive development effort (of both the Northern and Southern Angelic Towers) funded by Arkhangel'sk Dynasty family members and sympathizers. The project's intention was to employ the Guild's extensive knowledge of occult philosophy and oriental fighting postures in the development of a secret society centered on its own learning, propagation, and defense. In addition, the Guild had to lend itself to training inductees in minimal time without 10 years of discipline in their appropriate faction. Finally, the Guild needed to be accompanied by highly scientific occult philosophies grounded in a system that could be understood and taught quickly and simply to facilitate conversion of the brightest minds in Europe and Muscovy Royal house in far less time than it took to recruit nascent Templars in the Christian Legions.
Some might question the contention that occult philosophers would engage in such a military development effort. In point of fact, military endeavors were not new to The Guild. They were fiercely loyal to the Arkhangel'sk Dynasty. Royal family money greatly enhanced the Guild's growth and influence throughout their respective provinces. In support of the Arkhangel'sk Dynasty, a powerful Guild fighting force of female warriors (the Viraginis) were organized and employed on numerous occasions to border regions in an attempt to hold back Templar incursions. It is not a stretch of the imagination that the Viraginis would develop styles and training methods tailored to aiding Arkhangel'sk Dynasty revolutionaries recapture the influence of the British, Ethiopian, Russian, and Muslim ruling class from the Christian Templars.
While a complete list of key players in The Guild's support of revolutionary activities and the ultimate development of the Viraginis is still being researched, some principle figures have already been identified.
- Location:Great Barrington, MA
- Location:Great Barrington, MA
- Location:Great Barrington, MA
- Music:Carina Round - Monument
10/7/2004 5:29:12 AM
Lead Into Gold: The Stripper |
Bad Brains: Kick Out the Jams |
The Sugarcubes: Sick For Toys |
Snowden: Kill the Power |
The Golden Palominos: The Ambitions Are |
tv on the radio: blind |
Today's 'day in the life' can be described thus:
A History of Girls in Science
Chapter IV: The Midterm
Girl looks at equation on blackboard, professor asks,
"How does this equation make you feel?"
The End.
Yes. this project has me totally hung up. Talked to V about it, I'm going to try just rewriting it with vectors, try to rewrite some of the methods as constructors, try to wrap my head around pseudocode, and throw all the old code away (300 lines). Once I have that, hopefully I can solve this mess. I'm proud, though, of how well I understand the methods, the code, and the things the code is trying to do. If I had a month, I bet I could really make this into a very cool tool to teach others.
The above "joke"was actually said to me, along with "all men know java fyi. Women know php." As well as the comment, "I know you are only competative because you are the only girl in the class." As if being female has anything to do with it. Although, after listening to this comment, perhaps it has more to do with it than previously realised.
A History of Girls in Science
Chapter IV: The Midterm
Girl looks at equation on blackboard, professor asks,
"How does this equation make you feel?"
The End.
Yes. this project has me totally hung up. Talked to V about it, I'm going to try just rewriting it with vectors, try to rewrite some of the methods as constructors, try to wrap my head around pseudocode, and throw all the old code away (300 lines). Once I have that, hopefully I can solve this mess. I'm proud, though, of how well I understand the methods, the code, and the things the code is trying to do. If I had a month, I bet I could really make this into a very cool tool to teach others.
The above "joke"was actually said to me, along with "all men know java fyi. Women know php." As well as the comment, "I know you are only competative because you are the only girl in the class." As if being female has anything to do with it. Although, after listening to this comment, perhaps it has more to do with it than previously realised.
- Location:Great Barrington, MA
- Music:Bad Brains: Kick Out the Jams
Wednesday, October 6, 2004
10/6/2004 8:38:24 PM
had this amazing dream about two weeks ago; I know another person's dream is about as dull a subject as imaginable, but perhaps it will offer some value to someone that daydreams as much as I do.
It was about 4am, and I was taking a walk along the tracks by my home, when I heard a train coming. These train tracks are used three or four times a day, mainly to transport lumber and iron to the mills. However, this train appeared to be steam-powered and barrelling along the tracks, with another engine behind it. They all flew by me on the track, and as they went by, my skirt blew around my legs, and my hair wrapped around my face. Finally, the trains were gone- perhaps speeding along at upwards of 50mph. As I watched them disappear up the track, around the bend, I heard a loud engine approaching. It was another steam engine, this one struggling, just about 500 feet away, the engine stopped.
I ran over to the train, and saw large, overweight man was shovelling coal into the engine, but his face was red, and he was clearly in pain. I asked, "Are you ok, sir?” but he clearly was not. He reached his hand out to me, still clutching the shovel. “There’s a race, bat the stack off of ‘er.” I’ve never been one to deny an adventure, so I jumped onto the train and started shovelling, and the man took the controls. He looked exhausted, but somehow the train built up steam, and headed off again. We kept at a steady pace as I shovelled furiously into the heart of the engine. Finally there was a switch to get us off the main track, and we turned off into a piece of abandoned track that lead into an old turnstile. The other engines were there, engineers standing by them. They rushed over as we steamed in. “Roy, are you ok? What happened?” they asked as they pulled him off of the controls and into a nearby. I stood on the train, waiting for someone to give me direction, and tell me what to do. They took him away into one of the other trains, and I just sat in my train, wondering what I should do- and yet, not really wanting to just walk back home by following the tracks. I wanted to know the story behind all this.
A few hours later, a tall lanky older man walked up to me and said, “You better come with me,” and immediately turned around and walked away back toward the trains. I followed him into a smaller red train filled with the other engineers, and Roy was lying on the ground. When he saw me, he said, “If you’ll finish the race for me, I’ll give you my train. I don’t have anything else to offer you, but I need my train to at least finish. Will you do it?” Without thinking (Which is typical for me in occasions like this), I said, “I will, I’ll do my best.” Two of the engineers immediately walked Roy off to a waiting car nearby, and they drove off. I never saw Roy again. The man that got me from the train initially looked to the others, and said, “Who is going to show her what to do? Does anyone have an ashcat they want to lend to the cause? She’s not much of a battleship- just a deadhead, so maybe it she won’t be such a wet mule in the firebox, eh?” This was lost on me, but a particularly rotund engineer spoke up and said, “She can have duke for a couple days- he’s a glory hunter, this will take him down a notch I’m sure.” The first gentleman said, “Fine, it’s resolved then. Lets fill the cars with the diamonds, and we’ll break at 5 for the Catskill pass down.”
And like that, somehow during all of that, something had been resolved. Whatever what that “something” was, I had no idea.
I went back to Roy’s train, and there was a guy my age there waiting for me. “So, you have your own peanut roaster. What are you going to do with her?” He didn’t look at me, he kept his eyes down. “I’ve no idea,” I said. “Do you have any suggestions?”
“You don’t even know what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” he asked derisively.
“I was hoping you’d tell me,” I said.
“You’ve happened upon the Decaders- a cross country renegade steam train race from Sacramento to Penn station. We use mainly abandoned tracks, hopping from track to track, sometimes racing over private track still in use, which is what we were doing when you found Roy. This was his baby for years- he set up all the coal bins for the run, got all the investors to see if it could be done. And somehow, of all people, you’ve ended up with his train. An ignorant girl.”
To be continued…
had this amazing dream about two weeks ago; I know another person's dream is about as dull a subject as imaginable, but perhaps it will offer some value to someone that daydreams as much as I do.
It was about 4am, and I was taking a walk along the tracks by my home, when I heard a train coming. These train tracks are used three or four times a day, mainly to transport lumber and iron to the mills. However, this train appeared to be steam-powered and barrelling along the tracks, with another engine behind it. They all flew by me on the track, and as they went by, my skirt blew around my legs, and my hair wrapped around my face. Finally, the trains were gone- perhaps speeding along at upwards of 50mph. As I watched them disappear up the track, around the bend, I heard a loud engine approaching. It was another steam engine, this one struggling, just about 500 feet away, the engine stopped.
I ran over to the train, and saw large, overweight man was shovelling coal into the engine, but his face was red, and he was clearly in pain. I asked, "Are you ok, sir?” but he clearly was not. He reached his hand out to me, still clutching the shovel. “There’s a race, bat the stack off of ‘er.” I’ve never been one to deny an adventure, so I jumped onto the train and started shovelling, and the man took the controls. He looked exhausted, but somehow the train built up steam, and headed off again. We kept at a steady pace as I shovelled furiously into the heart of the engine. Finally there was a switch to get us off the main track, and we turned off into a piece of abandoned track that lead into an old turnstile. The other engines were there, engineers standing by them. They rushed over as we steamed in. “Roy, are you ok? What happened?” they asked as they pulled him off of the controls and into a nearby. I stood on the train, waiting for someone to give me direction, and tell me what to do. They took him away into one of the other trains, and I just sat in my train, wondering what I should do- and yet, not really wanting to just walk back home by following the tracks. I wanted to know the story behind all this.
A few hours later, a tall lanky older man walked up to me and said, “You better come with me,” and immediately turned around and walked away back toward the trains. I followed him into a smaller red train filled with the other engineers, and Roy was lying on the ground. When he saw me, he said, “If you’ll finish the race for me, I’ll give you my train. I don’t have anything else to offer you, but I need my train to at least finish. Will you do it?” Without thinking (Which is typical for me in occasions like this), I said, “I will, I’ll do my best.” Two of the engineers immediately walked Roy off to a waiting car nearby, and they drove off. I never saw Roy again. The man that got me from the train initially looked to the others, and said, “Who is going to show her what to do? Does anyone have an ashcat they want to lend to the cause? She’s not much of a battleship- just a deadhead, so maybe it she won’t be such a wet mule in the firebox, eh?” This was lost on me, but a particularly rotund engineer spoke up and said, “She can have duke for a couple days- he’s a glory hunter, this will take him down a notch I’m sure.” The first gentleman said, “Fine, it’s resolved then. Lets fill the cars with the diamonds, and we’ll break at 5 for the Catskill pass down.”
And like that, somehow during all of that, something had been resolved. Whatever what that “something” was, I had no idea.
I went back to Roy’s train, and there was a guy my age there waiting for me. “So, you have your own peanut roaster. What are you going to do with her?” He didn’t look at me, he kept his eyes down. “I’ve no idea,” I said. “Do you have any suggestions?”
“You don’t even know what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” he asked derisively.
“I was hoping you’d tell me,” I said.
“You’ve happened upon the Decaders- a cross country renegade steam train race from Sacramento to Penn station. We use mainly abandoned tracks, hopping from track to track, sometimes racing over private track still in use, which is what we were doing when you found Roy. This was his baby for years- he set up all the coal bins for the run, got all the investors to see if it could be done. And somehow, of all people, you’ve ended up with his train. An ignorant girl.”
To be continued…
I
- Location:Great Barrington, MA
- Location:Great Barrington, MA
- Music:Q-Tip: Vivrant Thing
Wednesday, October 6, 2004
10/6/2004 8:32:59 PM
http://www.catskillarchive.com/rrextra/g lossry1.Html
This is an awesome glossery of hard-core turn of the century train terms. You'll see a bit of it in my next entry.
http://www.capturedbyrobots.com/videos.h tm
The video for "Robots Only" is particularly fine. They are coming to NYC soon. Perhaps I'll go?
http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/english/doc/2 004-10/01/content_379267.htm
Two women found with HIV-immune mutant gene
Possible?
and I were talking today when he said:
there's some joke that goes 'assume a cow of radius r'
This is an awesome glossery of hard-core turn of the century train terms. You'll see a bit of it in my next entry.
http://www.capturedbyrobots.com/videos.h
The video for "Robots Only" is particularly fine. They are coming to NYC soon. Perhaps I'll go?
http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/english/doc/2
Two women found with HIV-immune mutant gene
Possible?
and I were talking today when he said:
there's some joke that goes 'assume a cow of radius r'
And, in the vein of "assumption" jokes:
A farmer was upset that the cows were producing less milk so he engaged an efficiency expert, a physcologist, and a physicist to find out why.
The efficiency expert looked at the problem and decided that the cows had too much room. He recommended the construction of cells 1.2 length of the average cow by 1.2 times the width of the average cow, increasing the packing factor by five, and thereby increasing output.
The psychologist said that the cowbarn
should be painted an uplifting green rather than the depressing
brown.
The physicist asked for a blackboard. When it was brought he drew a circle on the board and said "First, we'll assume cow is a perfect sphere...."
- Location:Great Barrington, MA
Tuesday, October 5, 2004
10/5/2004 3:53:05 PM
ParableOne day Cameo was walking by the banks of a raging river. She was reading the Diamond Sutra, and stepped dangerously near the shoreline.
A passing monk came up to her and said, "Please be careful, or you will drown."
Cameo said, "The Diamond Sutra will save me."
The monk said, "The Diamond Sutra has never saved anyone."
He grabbed the scroll from her and threw it in the river.
Cameo, furious, jumped in after it, and with much difficulty brought it back to shore.
The monk said, "On the other hand, everyone saves the Diamond Sutra."
- Location:Great Barrington, MA
- Music:The Golden Palominos: To A Stranger
Tuesday, October 5, 2004
10/5/2004 6:33:43 AM
I'm still having trouble coming up with an intuitive fitness test for my bugs. I know which variables are the most succesful, but I can't hard-code a preference, obviously. If a bug breeds, then it has obviously developed some good gene. Sex is asexual in the bugs (and probably will be in the predator), so what kind of test can I devise to choose which genes to copy and which to discard in crossover? I need to figure that out by tomorrow.
Two other projects:
How can I take my exported mywallop rss and present it as a blog on an external page? Is that even the right way to do it?
Also, I should invite people here to collaborate on my multimedia project- this would be a good place to work and develop.
Last night was great - Marcel and I designed a programing language called ASL which only uses / m f $STATE and <17. Its a lot like whitespace. Apparently this isn't humourous to anyone but me. So, I'll just note this little tidbit for myself.
Two other projects:
How can I take my exported mywallop rss and present it as a blog on an external page? Is that even the right way to do it?
Also, I should invite people here to collaborate on my multimedia project- this would be a good place to work and develop.
Last night was great - Marcel and I designed a programing language called ASL which only uses / m f $STATE and <17. Its a lot like whitespace. Apparently this isn't humourous to anyone but me. So, I'll just note this little tidbit for myself.
- Location:Great Barrington, MA
- Music:Tosca - Fuck Dub Part 1
10/4/2004 2:27:53 PM
My wallop seems to have a few things right, but the interface is impossible, and difficult to understand intuitively. However, working for your social constructs might be a good idea, but, you have to present the value proposition that generating content will bear fruit. So far, I doubt it.

