Blue said:And thank you for one again proving my point that 90% of what you write is useless fluff.
Exon said:You know Matt, you really took this whole subject for a train ride.
I'm calling it a night. Sorry to see that you can't bring yourself down a notch.
By backstabbing competition, I meant hosting companies that jump to conclusions and trash (not compete, but trash-talk) other companies when someone else either complains or discusses a host, even though they have never dealt with them in the first place.mjzhosting said:But anyway, before I start rambling into space..... outside of illegal activity, how would you define the backstabbing of competition? And if you can create examples that don't break the law, how can you condemn said examples when they are perfectly sound methods to engage within as far as the emotionless rules of economics are concerned?
Ahhh I see. So jumping onto a bandwagon of unfounded assumptions about lived service quality (opposed to concepts). Makes sense, I can agree with that. "Trashing" can be a fine line though. An assumption can often be justified by a well thought out rationalization. It may remain an assumption none the less, but when being fueled by well researched evidence, it can often be quite credible... worthy of discussion/refutation at the very least.Artashes said:By backstabbing competition, I meant hosting companies that jump to conclusions and trash (not compete, but trash-talk) other companies when someone else either complains or discusses a host, even though they have never dealt with them in the first place.
Best,
Blue said:Maybe you get these comments because your you constant verbal diarrhea.
The only thing you ever seem to prove in your posts is that you can take 10 times longer then the rest of the population to say the same thing.
Fair enough. My mind is infected with literature. I think this section from Schopenhauer's The Art of Literature might sum up the problem (sorry for the fluff):Blue said:If you have a question, post it.
I am not going to wade through hundreds of unnecessary words to try and decipher what your question is.
While at the same time, I will conceed that I often fall prey to an excess of subjectivity:Schopenhauer said:The other kind of tediousness is only relative: a reader may find a work dull because he has no interest in the question treated of in it, and this means that his intellect is restricted. The best work may, therefore, be tedious subjectively, tedious, I mean, to this or that particular person; just as, contrarity, the worst work may be subjectively engrossing to this or that particular person who has an interest in the question treated of, or in the writer of the book.
None the less, I will not conceed that my subjective zeal is in full error. As Schopenhauer might agree, it is at the same time, necessary to a high extent:Schopenhauer said:Let me here mention an error of style, very prevalent nowadays, and, in the degraded state of literature and the neglect of ancient languages, always on the increase; I mean _subjectivity_. A writer commits this error when he thinks it enough if he himself knows what he means and wants to say, and takes no thought for the reader, who is left to get at the bottom of it as best he can. This is as though the author were holding a monologue; whereas, it ought to be a dialogue; and a dialogue, too, in which he must express himself all the more clearly inasmuch as he cannot hear the questions of his interlocutor.
I guess moderation is the true challenge.Schopenhauer said:_Dilettanti, dilettanti!_ This is the slighting way in which those who pursue any branch of art or learning for the love and enjoyment of the thing,--_per il loro diletto_, are spoken of by those who have taken it up for the sake of gain, attracted solely by the prospect of money. This contempt of theirs comes from the base belief that no man will seriously devote himself to a subject, unless he is spurred on to it by want, hunger, or else some form of greed. The public is of the same way of thinking; and hence its general respect for professionals and its distrust of _dilettanti_. But the truth is that the _dilettante_ treats his subject as an end, whereas the professional, pure and simple, treats it merely as a means. He alone will be really in earnest about a matter, who has a direct interest therein, takes to it because he likes it, and pursues it _con amore_. It is these, and not hirelings, that have always done the greatest work.
In the republic of letters it is as in other republics; favor is shown to the plain man--he who goes his way in silence and does not set up to be cleverer than others. But the abnormal man is looked upon as threatening danger; people band together against him, and have, oh! such a majority on their side.
The condition of this republic is much like that of a small State in America, where every man is intent only upon his own advantage, and seeks reputation and power for himself, quite heedless of the general weal, which then goes to ruin. So it is in the republic of letters; it is himself, and himself alone, that a man puts forward, because he wants to gain fame. The only thing in which all agree is in trying to keep down a really eminent man, if he should chance to show himself, as one who would be a common peril.
:thankyou:Kierkegaard said:Faith is precisely the paradox that the single individual as the single individual is higher than the universal, is justified before it, not as inferior to it but as superior--yet in such a way, please note, that it is the single individual who, after being subordinate as the single individual to the universal, now by means of the universal becomes the single individual who as the single individual is superior, that the single individual as the single individual stands in absolute relation to the absolute. This position cannot be mediated, for all mediation takes place only by virtue of the universal; it is and remains for all eternity a paradox, impervious to thought. And yet faith is this paradox, or else (and I ask the reader to bear these consuquences in mente [in mind] even though it would be too prolix for me to write them all down) or else faith has never existed, or else Abraham is lost.
Playing games? Taking you all for a ride? I am merely posting what is on my mind. If the "ride" is uncomfortable for you, by all means, you are completely free to get off (the Internet provides all these wonderful freedoms and stuff)! This is not a "ride" in my mind, however. I am posting the authentic thoughts that come to mind with little to no censorship. I understand that this can be a hard idea to swallow for many people, but again, you're not required to participate.Senad said:ok matthew all you are doing now is playing games with everybody here...like some kid....
I know for a fact you can post nice easy to read posts without the fluff...proof?
http://www.hosthideout.com/showthread.php?t=21783
so my question is why take us all for a ride?
I bore easily... banality is not for everyone.Senad said:I know for a fact you can post nice easy to read posts...
Hey now! No need to resent me just because my "inner child" hasn't completely died yet. You should try to contact yours, playing with him/her/it can be fun, you know?...like some kid....
See previous post for explanation on these so called "games". If Kierkegaardian comic relief manages to deeply disturb your fragile inner essence, you should probably stop taking yourself so seriously man!Senad said:...since you like playing games with people then by all means continue doing it but count me out.
Let me hammer down a few more :beer: so I can become :smilie3: and start :shout: up this thread some more. Can't let that opcorn: go to waste!vito said:Aw shucks, and I just restocked my cupboards with 3 cases of Redenbacher...
opcorn:
Vito
Did you mean Kindergarten? I think someone needs to go back to kindergarten spelling class..Kierkegaardian
I think the focus of this thread shifted a while ago into something that I haven't been able to figure out yet... I will let it rest.mjzhosting said:I would really rather that this thread went back to focusing on its initial question instead of scrutinizing the idiosyncrasies of my idiom...