RELATIONAL DATABASES AND END USER LICENSE AGREEMENT PROTOCOLS

The mantra of every experienced web application developer is the same: "thou shalt separate business logic from display", in such a manner that leaves the 'end user' practically oblivious to the personal data compromise agreement to which he will, often....before utilizing a website or program....even before 'utilizing' an informational website.....even before viewing pop icons' goings on in the peripheral media 'news'.......even before being 'permitted' to view potential online purchasing!....; steering billions of needy information/data/material/social consumers to, with little analytical thinking, to quickly 'agree', then move 'on' to their potential goals and etheric destinations within football field sized gigacomputer servers thousands of miles from the immediacy of their often random, unspecific and relatively important inquiries...... 

Perspicuity In The Penumbra

Reading that the amateurish Sunday afternoon paintings...some irony there.....of Adolf Hitler, failed to 'sell' at auction recently......and considering.... that I could purchase the beautiful work, below..top, , for tens of bucks.....and have other 'pieces' by its creator.....; that the manipulated photographic print, below..center, just sold for $4,300,000.00 at a snooty Prestigious Auction........and that I just lined a kitchen drawer with my own "art" ....at bottom....because it matched the plastic silverware drawer liner.......now fulfilling some pragmatically practical purposefulness....Time to 'check out' the 'Art Scene" in Dubai! Last night, after an almost sleepless night, having consumed vast quantities of chocolate and coffee...too late in the day......in lieu of deep, comatose slumber, phantasmagorical images, flirting with my semi-consciousness, left bits and pieces of scraps from my brain's 'underground' storage facilities....like subterranean caverns, producing deliciously piquant moldy cheeses to mix with the morning's fresh fruit and French pastries..... The events of yesterday, fresh to the forge, coating and containing the effusiveness of interpolative memory, dislodged from their 'sticking place' before being 'filed away' with the billions of words and images that have yet to ascertain their value to my Waking Life.......