Comments on: no experts, no bibles http://www.clickclackgorilla.com/2009/06/12/no-experts-no-bibles/ tales of marauding, plundering, and international gorilla conspiracy Sun, 05 Feb 2012 15:01:18 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1 By: cella http://www.clickclackgorilla.com/2009/06/12/no-experts-no-bibles/comment-page-1/#comment-54769 cella Tue, 16 Jun 2009 22:56:59 +0000 http://www.clickclackgorilla.com/?p=911#comment-54769 i remember how i used to be afraid of dumpstering alone...and then i finally went and it was glorious. i didnt need anyone and there were no dumpster monsters. when my new housemate sue moved in, the same fear grabbed her. she couldnt go without me or someone else, until i finally convinced her.then there were cake fights FOREVER i remember how i used to be afraid of dumpstering alone…and then i finally went and it was glorious. i didnt need anyone and there were no dumpster monsters. when my new housemate sue moved in, the same fear grabbed her. she couldnt go without me or someone else, until i finally convinced her.then there were cake fights FOREVER

]]> By: Sherman No Beans http://www.clickclackgorilla.com/2009/06/12/no-experts-no-bibles/comment-page-1/#comment-54438 Sherman No Beans Sat, 13 Jun 2009 14:05:52 +0000 http://www.clickclackgorilla.com/?p=911#comment-54438 As someome who fell in love with dumpsters during the 1960s, I lament the technological changes that had an irrevocable effect on my trashy life. I'm referring to the shift from large 10-20 yard, open-topped dumspsters to ones that were entirely enclosed and fitted with automatic compressors. Not only were the older dumpsters sources of untold loot, but they were a form of entertainment as well. When we encountered one that contained mostly dry goods (cardboard, paper and such)it became our gymnastic playground. I fondly remember practicing my front and backflips off the dumpster rim into the cushioning and forgiving depths of the iron clad abyss, while companions lounging on pillowy detritus passed judgement on my performance. Or re-enacting the classic scene from every hokey Robin Hood movie ever made - the one where Robin and Little John battle one another with cudgels on the log bridge across a stream - yield to me ye knave! Doesn't anyone know how to have fun anymore? As someome who fell in love with dumpsters during the 1960s, I lament the technological changes that had an irrevocable effect on my trashy life. I’m referring to the shift from large 10-20 yard, open-topped dumspsters to ones that were entirely enclosed and fitted with automatic compressors. Not only were the older dumpsters sources of untold loot, but they were a form of entertainment as well. When we encountered one that contained mostly dry goods (cardboard, paper and such)it became our gymnastic playground. I fondly remember practicing my front and backflips off the dumpster rim into the cushioning and forgiving depths of the iron clad abyss, while companions lounging on pillowy detritus passed judgement on my performance. Or re-enacting the classic scene from every hokey Robin Hood movie ever made – the one where Robin and Little John battle one another with cudgels on the log bridge across a stream – yield to me ye knave! Doesn’t anyone know how to have fun anymore?

]]> By: sleeveless http://www.clickclackgorilla.com/2009/06/12/no-experts-no-bibles/comment-page-1/#comment-54347 sleeveless Fri, 12 Jun 2009 19:12:03 +0000 http://www.clickclackgorilla.com/?p=911#comment-54347 While editing one part of the hitchhiking series I was like, "Dang, what if nobody believes us? I should interview an expert!" One second later: "..We ARE the experts!" Big grin. I then made a mini-pledge to only produce radio shows about things that couldn't possibly have "experts." I got so used to interviewing "knowledgable professionals" in their "chosen fields," from politicians to scientists to environmental types to whomever. But obviously credability does not stem from how long you have been doing something (or how much you paid to go to school to get the piece of paper that makes other people believe you to have some sort of intimate relationship to the subject) but from the spirit which drives you to do it. Another thought: when I make silly how-tos about stuff like de-sleeving and sewing shirts, it's obvious to me that anyone with two centimeters (metric!) of gumption could frickin sew. It's more about presenting the idea that, "Hey, you can do this if you wanna!" The whole culture of DIY is... do it yourself, yo! Learn by doing! If the book had tons of rad history and/or interviews with people or nudge-you-to-the-next-step kinda prophetic advice, that'd be cool... but whole books advising on things that are supposed to be guerilla and spontaneous is kinda weird. While editing one part of the hitchhiking series I was like, “Dang, what if nobody believes us? I should interview an expert!” One second later: “..We ARE the experts!” Big grin. I then made a mini-pledge to only produce radio shows about things that couldn’t possibly have “experts.” I got so used to interviewing “knowledgable professionals” in their “chosen fields,” from politicians to scientists to environmental types to whomever. But obviously credability does not stem from how long you have been doing something (or how much you paid to go to school to get the piece of paper that makes other people believe you to have some sort of intimate relationship to the subject) but from the spirit which drives you to do it.

Another thought: when I make silly how-tos about stuff like de-sleeving and sewing shirts, it’s obvious to me that anyone with two centimeters (metric!) of gumption could frickin sew. It’s more about presenting the idea that, “Hey, you can do this if you wanna!” The whole culture of DIY is… do it yourself, yo! Learn by doing! If the book had tons of rad history and/or interviews with people or nudge-you-to-the-next-step kinda prophetic advice, that’d be cool… but whole books advising on things that are supposed to be guerilla and spontaneous is kinda weird.

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