[Noisebridge-discuss] You and your pretty little Consensus Process too.

[Dr. Jesus]

On Mon, Feb 7, 2011 at 11:29 PM, Molly Bee <mountainoceansky at hotmail.com> wrote:
> I've never seen "consensus" in action without compromise.
>
> Although consensus is treating the ultimate goal of "perfection" as a verb
> rather than a noun, I don't see a perfect outcome for all parties involved
> as a viable outcome. In fact, outside of one person, you immediately start
> compromising. (yes, yes, and inside of one person it's too dark to read. (By
> the way, I want to make sure you know that Aspberger's is a form of autism,
> not a hygiene issue)).
>
> I fear that there does !exist a non-compromised result from a consensus
> process with limited possible outcomes (e.g.: /yes/ or /no/). Gratuitous
> Example: Abraham, Briza, Cameron, Dormouse, and Evillyn all want to "do"
> lunch at a restaurant together (it MUST BE THE SAME restaurant, they all
> vehemently agree). Abraham is a Jain fruititarian; Briza (a neo-Wiccan) is a
> pure carnivore; Cameron is a Jewslim and keeps both Kosher and Halal (as
> well as having a wheat allergy and an aversion to tomatoes, celery, corn,
> and peanuts... though tree nuts are okay as long as they don't touch each
> other on his plate); Dormouse (a recovering Jack Mormon, not that it
> matters) is lactose belligerent, is trying to limit his sugar due to a
> threat of Type 2 diabetes running rampant in his prodigious family, and
> avoids legumes and dark green leafy veggies with a high nitrogen level just
> in case that pain in his leg is the early onset of gout; and of course
> Evillyn, the agnostic cowgirl punk rocker, finds it difficult to eat at all,
> not in front of people, at least, and when she feels so sick that she
> absolutely must eat, she prefers to devour a carrot in slow motion, dipping
> it into a mound of sugar in the palm of her hand. So these five all go out
> to find a place to eat together, but as circumstance would have it, they are
> all in Toadsuck Texas, and their only choices are Seafood World, Ye Olde
> Frozen Yogurt Joint, or Tongue in Cheek, a shabby establishment run by two
> lesbian Italian women who serve prosciutto over everything, house rules.
> Clearly, the only choice they can all agree on, in a perfect world with all
> possible options, in a place like San Francisco far away from the muted
> hullabaloo of Toadsuck, is lunch from an outdoor fountain dispensary of
> fresh UNICORN STALLION RAINBOW URINE! But where to find such a delicacy?!
> And is urine, then, willingly given, a proper foodstuff for a devout Jain?
> And is it meat enough to feed a carnivore? Is it blessed by both a Rabbi and
> an Imam? Does it have a low glycemic index? What is the caloric value? And
> what if everyone except Dormouse suddenly said fuckit, let's get fro-yo.
> Should the others gorge on frozen yogurt tasties while Dormouse sullenly
> sulks, skulking in the doorway? And what kind of meal is that anyway...
>
> What Would Jesus Eat?!

I'm somewhat fond of bagels.