Drop Keys

There is an old game we, our species, used to play: One person has a wheel and a stick, using the stick to roll the wheel without falling over. It’s as much about focus as dexterity, how long the attention span persists or slow-twitch muscle stamina, most of the bewilderment of parents comes from the frustration of the child forced to do it. The ground’s adversity, gravity’s unpredictability, and exercise and style, not so much a form as much as a pastime. 

I’ve a cellphone like many, a stone age tricorder if you will, and like most not much of how much goes into making one, there are the flourishes brands tell of space age technology, the courtesies of commerce and resellers telling it does exactly what oneself searched-for, most of the time. It’s an industrial feature overlooking forgotten labor practices and an engineering miracle combining the intelligence and nerdy intellect of centuries to make the specification, beneath the glass ‘bells and whistles’ serving its function. With stored energy it connects thru the air, but that network must capitulate to the protocols of the wires, sending signals from strung up physical lines and deep sea cables. My knowledge is somewhat limited, a few years after HS learning interface procedures for adding accounts or checking email, it was largely the browser years, websites becoming layers beholden to spreadsheets, rules for color-by-number webpages, ecommerce moving from exchanges into webapps and online carts. Even back then, saving images for later, and for some odd reason, the way people make lists of things they’ll never buy. 

Plied with opportunity, the experience was as much filled with adept lackluster as the second, the pliable instinct to wrap around a subject was stronger, but the errata was adrift, with weak piecemeal copypasta assignments and no explanations stemmed from groundwork spread too thin, dedication bringing me to the shores of seas of knowledge I’d have to study, analytical prowess and meandering social values had brought me far enough to turn back to dry land, looking for faculty in purchase and great lost libraries, each filled with subjects best studied sooner and surer, as the ground gave way to emerging mountains shadowing dying civilisations. 

So like, don’t get me wrong, totally was this convoluted path a welcome distraction, and like anyone still blogging, using a keyboard just turns easier than the on-screen keyboards that didn’t exist for touchscreens reserved for banking terminals, but taking the experience with me/myself… I seem to’ve drifted. I was telling stories before I could write, taking the notebook with me would havta wait for settling, which is waiting on matured choices freshly and priorly. 

A starving party sense and weak understanding of databases behind scratched notes and my first essays, a lack of lans behind superficial plug-and-play ecosystems, protocol and predilection for command lines falling to androids and apples, common and simple skills competing with weaponized info and entertainment allure. 7 layers of internet protocols weren’t falling to 7 layer burritos, but it was a close second behind the auteur’s paradise network technology had explained to my mindset, efficiency thru switches that handle messages like trenchwar communications, communication by understanding language has layers. 

The past demands its due, and the world thru a keyhole view. 

There’s a new computer, a tablet but windows, a desktop but portable, a new day for the payphone users. The android can port to a monitor, and tiny windows boxes can use tvs or simulcast over the web, so it’s not necessary to have. Yet there was a time thinking of ways to install a system. It has windows, but a live disk could vanish with and without tails, but that wouldn’t have the open source power. A new operating system could have windows and open source securing the choices at the start-up, or a loader system like ventoy could stay on the drive partitioned and just download the system images, but the loader has no permanence making a redundant live session, without the installations overwriting the options, it cancels itself out without better understanding. I already have windows, so an external monitor would work, if the android didn’t lack and didn’t broadcast. A virtual machine of compartmentalized virtual machines, or a virtual machine nesting in windows, or an open source system with windows in it, or some combination of these. 

If the android couldn’t connect to the network, windows wouldn’t be first on my list. You could hide open source on a cellphone, you can hide open source in windows, and buy a new machine for the time to use it. >> A hackbox would be loud, a darkbox would be quiet, both taking-up time to learn, from tracked progress. (More so personally, but that’s an entirely different essay) Something lucrative in combination of the right wizard and right eyes. 

Last night I googled some introductory basics, humans think of roughly 8mb of characters/tokens per second. (The voltage of each synaptic transfer, the molecular ATP value, how many transfers per second.) More than the next species by far. 

16 Organoids.

Setting aside metabolic efficiency and superiority philosophies, fauna have their shorter lifespans, but hypothetically their experiences are more tacit or deeper, and we additionally assume that a node under the right circumstances experiences. My inference nested in the stack reversal is the plausible construct of parity found in AI might be inherent to the hypothesis, the physical layer protocol might reach out to a singularity within the network, an advanced or even sentient AI, alien communications, or the Schumann Resonance. In the who knows column for those reading along, these could be applications like us, or physical as biocomputers. >> With the right packet header… who knows. 

Resistors are fusile. It’ll be interesting to see the medical applications, spare brain parts, nootropic steroids and nutritional vaccines, and sci-fi dystopian fears when interchangeable. The thought experiment, taking evolution thru epigenetics as fast as war has pushed technology. A distributed culmination of mad science, a storage of terabyte value comparing centuries of learning vs 8mb torch-bearing villager impulses, you might make the monster yourself. 

“We define ourselves as intelligent. That's odd, because we're doing the definition-- We're creating our own definition and saying "we are intelligent!"...Would another species say that about us, that calls themselves intelligent? Look at the genetic difference between us and chimps. It's very small… But we say "well, what a difference that is!" we say to ourselves. We compose poetry and have philosophy and music, and all they can do is put a stick in a termite mound. If you could find another species, that same one percent difference in DNA beyond us that we are beyond chimps, how would we look to them? Our smartest humans would do what their toddlers can do… And it's not clear that they would view us as intelligent at all.” - Neil DeGrasse Tyson

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Gatitos

The things that exist are drawn within the lines of reality, that which is everything else is drawn with perception, to imagine a future, to remember it in ways others cannot, the undiscovered truths of facts realized only by greater beings, and then there are the rest of you.

I hadn't really thought that this was a necessary post, condescending and pointless, they wander drawing lines in the air for others to see, and as much as i envy those tracing the celestial boundaries only to color them with dreams there can only be my objectification of those that draw these lines for others, how they put so many into layers of those above and those below, never knowing how low they themselves wallow in moral turpitude.

How very kind of you to lead those who can see, faithful to a promise you only made to yourselves, to not have need of allies in your quest to blame the world, a sovereign depression, a contagious angst, never a retaliation toward ... I'm getting ahead of myself, we know you didn't want to actually fix anything.

Well hello to the protectionists, who spent all of yesterday learning the day before's words, lashing out at the silent with your impudent rage, enough to spare time blaming others to celebrate disdain, but i shook hands with the devil just to see you smile, this repayment is paltry and infantile.

I despise calling people what you are as a mode, the rains do not cause the wind, the day does not cause the night, even the most colloquial languages and ways of life attempt to prevent barrages of profanity at their children.

I am I, of course except for when I am not, writing prayers to send the dead to where they belong, tremulous in circumstance the living are on their way, these matters of the day give me trepidation enough to light fires for the clouds and reign-in the eight seasons, not every echo pissing about a voice.

Make you weary, like a voice from the shadows are the whispers of war, like a thunder from heaven is a passing of storm, waves break on stones like words of the living, only do those that travel carry the sea.

I was thinking of the wailing witch of the sea and the man of the woods, one sinking ships, one hating trodden trespass, it is like this i in fact do see two worlds, there are those who do not see any suffering in the storm, the sea the banshee cannot control, there are those who dare not question, the leshy lets anyone leave if he doesn't see them steal from the forest.

Forever these i see as past and present, not forward or backward, not in existence in now, prevaricating without vacillation and heading to one or the other in the wrong direction, you too will be remembered in one way or the other when you are done.

A melody of the bird, how many notes to the cat.