Let's review history for a moment, to be sure you're in context. 
Lo, many ages ago, at the school of the Bison, Pat exchanged email 
with me at the school of WPI. We added many names to our respective 
alii and talked about Bucky Fuller, RAW, leary, this and that.  It 
was cumbersome, so Pat leeched the resources of the buffalo herding 
institute and we grooved  to a listserv, conveniently gated to the 
bit.* heirarchy. 

Along came [oohhh Doctor...] Mary, and new ways of thinking became 
full of interesting types typing and there were those taking new ways 
of drinking to ACTION instead of talking about this.  And Pat and I 
split to other sides of the fence and it was all out and literary[-ari] 
combat.  I lined with the Bright and Powerful forces of ACTION.  Pat 
allied with the moribund army of Gabbing. 

The noodle-teasers, brain-buzzers, talking-about-it-and-not-DOING-it 
crowd re-treated to the pyramid gossip squadron's LERI-L, and many of 
the New Flesh retreated from the combat zone to private, cabal-like 
lists (eg, nasrudin's DONKEY-L), but most of us kept at least a foot 
in FNORD, and performed semi-co-ordinated public actions. 

Doc Foss showed us The New Way by contsantly sniping the stragglers 
on JAZZ-L and ANTHRO-L. So we launched a successful campaign against 
the Bee People, and i believe Brent still has spoils from that foray, 
nibbling on royal jelly all the time; then there was the glorious 
trip back in time where Whiplash knocked Dr Quinn out cold.  Her 
people were cheezed. 

Then it all broke apart, as far as this storyteller is concerned, 
people physically moved, some people removed themselves from the 
electronic plane, and some of us got sucked into drudgery. 

I would encourage others to fill in the gaps of the Chronicles of 
the New Way of Fnording empire such that our steles will not fall 
again due to lack of memory or reverence of the Ghodz, nor will 
newcomers not tremble at our terrible stomping and whooping of war 
cries. 

I suspect a diaspora may be required every once in a while, that we 
freshen up and NOT become pyramid(.com)ial pools of stagnant mush. 
Following the expansion, of course, must be the white-hot fusion of 
the contraction and gathering, where There Can Be Only One FNORD-L! 

ALL ONE! ALL ONE! 

FNORD JIHAD! 

AEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! 

Joe Provo