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then i got in my car and put that album on and drove a few hours out to see Dan and the civic had replacement speakers that weren't quite right; impedance mismatch. if i turned the stereo up it would start to get distorted instead of louder. then the AC doesn't work and this is july or august or something and so it actually winds up that chris clark is the only music possible to enjoy in this car at 90mph driving to see future Dan because that ceramic transient everyone argues about was the only fucking thing that actually cut through in a satisfying way ...and, christ, yes. impedance is AC resistance and the AC doesn't work. that yesterday i'm already deciding there's some secrets about time dilation and psychedelia and the mammal brain in the transients in music; the gating. then, it's like: the impedance mismatch between the aftermarket car stereo and the shit wrong offbrand speakers, this will actually have some mathematical reason that ties into why clark was still clark through that barrier, and this is also what i want for that thing about transients, and there will be more than that in there, and this is where my fail at calculus stops me from getting too into electrical engineering but now i'm getting a sort of synaesthetic visualization about the difference between DC and AC resistance and maybe i'll take another stab at analog circuit design. or at least reading about it and attempting to get further than i have |
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crows again i have crafted a unix command ~/bin/decrow that allows me to specify a few parameters like frequency and duty cycle. this then goes up to pi 4 in the attic connected to an amplifier, a loudspeaker, and cameras. i'll sit there and experiment with which frequencies irritate crows the most. i've learned that certain frequencies will set all the neighborhood dogs off. i avoid those because i'm trying to be polite [except when that nosy guy is having his stupid dogs take a dump on the lawn again, sampler brain is just adamant i startle them mid-poop with a *thwoomp* sound effect from a 90s video game, but no, i cannot start trolling people with this, that is not what it is for and it will just get me into trouble] i'm on the porch now and doing it the old, manual way. where, it's like the austin powers "zip it" scene -- wait until someone is about to speak; start to talk over them. nail the timing enough times in a row and it's the most incredibly annoying thing ever but it's all about timing. if you can't nail the timing you cannot pull it off nailing the timing is a chess game of minds involving layers of all the previous rounds of timing. and so i've learned that certain mouth noises, so quiet you couldn't hear them unless you were standing in the yard, used with such timing, can actually drive off crows far enough that i can no longer hear them. but that takes patience. up to two or three minutes of being clear-minded and nailing the timing and not getting mad. and i did it again just now, i drove them all off. and i can tell when it's working because the noises they make become decidedly more crabby and annoyed and i have you bitches now. but for most days i have a loudspeaker |
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now, i'm thinking: i've tried to come up with a way to program a computer to do this for me. there is still timing going on when i trigger the loudspeaker; i'm still doing that manually. i simply don't have to get off my ass and go outside [AGAIN, ugh]. going into this design; how do i program a computer to do this same thing... i get lost in stacking timing layers and i've never really cracked it; come up with a way i could sit down and turn it into working code. and now -- i think i need a quantum computer for that level of rhythm. the flip side of that coin is that's why they interrupt my thought so badly. i think crows have a bit of quantum too. they live for years and have families of sorts and if they're bad enough i'll go out on a walk and stare at them, they know you are staring and it bothers them and eventually they fly off. after a year or two they know me now and this actually makes them leave quicker when i start to rastle them |
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i think it's also just part of everything i'm working on, and, as an operational amplifier of sorts, that is important and i need it and so it makes it extra easy for them to make me lose my train of thought. then it's bothered me a lot and this has been research and study going back to 2016 and i'm reading like "no one is really sure if" and i'm sure to the point of "are you kidding me, that's all you have? i didn't even want to learn this" this flock, this round, i even recognize a few individual crows. there's this big aggressive one with a nicked left wing and i swear to god that's the brains behind the outfit. because once he started toying around with hanging about but not being so loud, that's when it started to more become a thing with the rest of the crows and i'm okay with that compromise. it was never about trying to destroy them, just solve how much the noise bothers me |
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i guess that's essentially shamanism at its core. cringe |
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multiple times when i've gotten a cold i've thought back to some moment immediately, and said to myself "that was it, right there, that's where i got infected" and to be fair, many times i have no fucking clue. or it comes to me later... but eventually, it began to happen, like: shit, i think i may have just caught a cold i've climbed up the spiral far enough to recognize the pattern from some sort of cues my mind is sifting through. and then i sift through what it's sifting through and nothing is outrageous here at all this guy has been working at the liquor 'n' groceries nearby for... years, perhaps. he could be my age but looks ten years older. i really think he does coke. it's not just that he's always seemingly snorting and coughing into his hands, but it's the way he talks, the pattern of eye contact, and just a sort of ground-down attitude i recognize from a spurt living with some blue collar sorts who were stuck in a spiral of doing coke after work at their dead end job and then it's ten years later and it's very depressing at that point because well at least they have coke but that's what keeps them in that pit. and he's not lit out of his mind, probably not even high on the job. but he was up late last night and his immune system is run down and he doesn't give a fuck about anything and just now. fuck. that'll be the second time... and i'm blowing my nose. i think: yes, this hasn't happened yet, for sure. but this is the point where it could. and clear out my nose. that i'm recognizing the pattern and if i just assume it is correct straight off [and not a warning] i will blindly follow the pattern like a reliable plan and come down with a cold and i still may but this attitude is my best shot out of it. and getting some extra sleep and a vitamin pill |
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so, back to the crows. this one crow for which i get this sense of, "that one's in charge" but it's actually more like "he's figuring this out and the others are following" and this is from the part of my brain that is just vomiting out an unfiltered conclusion i do not entirely understand myself. and i have to explain it. and perhaps that's where he's at too. the conclusion to be around my house, but actually not make any real noise, sort of just vomited out and he's trying it. and the rest of the crows are the back of his brain figuring out what he's doing when he's done such a strange thing as to perch here and not CAW CAW all the fuck over like is his natural wont. since he's quiet the other crows don't caw back. then off somewhere another crow spots a dog and CAW CAW and i hear it off in the distance and switch on the crow annoyer and as he's flying off he things "oh, i see" so perhaps, using a hive mind of sorts, you can do a slower version of the quantum matrix. or they have the same thing but it's far more primitive and enough to come to the table but i never get the sense that it's hard to outsmart these things. they're just persistent as all fuck |
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then i recall when i discovered the mouth-noise trick. lying in a sleep fog at 5am trying anything to make them stop that would not be loud enough to wake anything else. since 5am was that flock's favorite time to be literally right outside my window, and i am not a morning person, i am repeatedly in this situation where i am half asleep and doing this rhythmic chess thing to get them to fuck off. and i start to see them all in a 3D sense, like, oh, there's one over here, one over there, that one's further off. then it clarifies to the point of "that's the leading edge" and "if i can piss that one off..." and sure enough, i focus my rhythmic fuckery on him and when he gets pissed and leaves, the whole bunch rolls off like a tumbleweed. and then i got into writing how they're sort of like a cluster of neurons perhaps it's obviously a few orders of complexity atop of neurons but that's still about right |
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i've been seeing them in the cameras as i've been writing but they've gotten the hint for now and i haven't had to turn the speaker on. who knows how long it will actually last |
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for a while i'd bug them even if i simply saw them hanging about, because in an operant conditioning sense, that sinks it in deeper... but then that's also getting towards vindictive. and maybe aiming for a stalemate is less work in the long run |
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oh, that clerk has done that whole thing to me before. i don't think i got sick that time. i'm only this deep into analyzing who he is because he's been working there for two years at least and from just going in to buy a drink i've accumulated a lot of data and had countless times to stew on it as my blood is pumping fully on the walk home. and so we've far more thought that i'd usually put into a clerk at the store |
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current feel ~ in a sense, yes, i am caching stuff in and out because this is too large for me to have in my head all at once... but that also that process of caching things in and out is the process of me assembling the pieces of the pieces into slightly larger pieces. it's both, they are the same. probably because i think i had it much more directly this time -- AC resistance, an impedance mismatch leading to poor power transfer, why clark's music still comes through in a system like that where turning it up makes it more distorted, not louder, and how gating and transients may hold the secrets to really tripping people the fuck out with music. and i'm not sure i was that far last time; that needed the whole arc with infected mushroom, which leads back to IDM Dan and that being what i would retroactively call a halfway synchronicity. it wasn't really one, but it was most of the way there and the odd coincidence delighted me and i began banging on it. and it's still not really a full synchronicity but things got weird with my writing but loading all that through, alright, back to the science of hearing. and how audio happens so fast that using stereo timing differences between ears to judge direction shouldn't be possible due to the timing, but somehow happens anyways. my theory was/is that it's a running context and it's more about a fuzzy running summary of all sounds that.. leads to a cue in the running stream of data, allowing us to make assumptions, guesses, in a strategic way, and thus beat the clock. so now, here, perhaps this also uses the quantum matrix. and what is the refresh cycle of this thing? is there one? or is it just sort of a constant glow? and i haven't defined these yet because i know to just sip at this, and that's where i start to need to actually understand some physics |
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the crows farted off again as i was writing that. they're about a few houses down, i have to keep switching frequencies for a bit before they fuck off |
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it's someone wokking a dog. standard |
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so now, here, perhaps this also uses the quantum matrix. and what is the refresh cycle of this thing? is there one? or is it just sort of a constant glow? and i haven't defined these yet because i know to just sip at this, and that's where i start to need to actually understand some physics ...and then i have, like, this feels like the right puzzle piece, no physics yet required: the one time i experienced thought loops on mushrooms, yes. that whatever i thought would move around -- clockwise, actually! -- and loop back and i'd think it over again. i'd giggle and think, "ahaha i'm in a thought loop, wicked" and then i'd think, "i'd better be careful what i put into it" and then a bit later i'd again think, "ahaha i'm in a thought loop, wicked" and then again decide to be careful. i suspect if you had been able to lean into my brain precisely then and ask, "if you're in a thought loop, how are you controlling this in a sense that there is any sort of forward progression?" it would have done anything from snap me out of it immediately to send me into a complete psychedelic meltdown because i'd have gone into a loop about contemplating the loop so i'm throwing things in -- never mind how -- and enjoying watching them loop back, and they're starting to overwrite the earlier layers, like a space echo. and obviously my natural instinct is to throw sounds in there and get some wicked noise going, then i mess up a bit and there's a photo of billy corgan looping around there in the noise. later i checked the image and he's clearly tripping with a photo of an ouroboros behind him then i examine the looping rate, and i slooooow it doooown to microtime levels and i'm examining what happens when a sound is faster than you can hear and THEN i'm knocked out of it and THIS IS A GREAT IDEA FOR SYNTHESIS and yes someone has that it's called granular synthesis and alright, i think that has something to do with the refresh rate of this matrix thing |
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oh. hey. yes. that early in this particular wave i'm on about how i got the crispest sense of time dilation i have in over a decade, no psychedelics, just listening to NIN and meditating and when i was in the car accident, that was the clearest, thickest time dilation i can possibly think of. it's as if all of reality slowed down and i feel like i have the time to contemplate my foot not being fast enough to get to the brake in time, and about halfway over, no, we're not going to get there in time, what is our next move? and this is a life or death situation opening all the valves in my brain and time slowed down because the coherency of the matrix ratcheted up. then meditating to NIN i was able to get things stable enough that i felt a much more transient sense of time dilation -- but still the same sauce, i'm certain. so this means i already have enough fragments of experience to try and establish contact with the mechanism... now that i've written this |
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that whatever i thought would move around -- clockwise, actually! -- and loop back and i'd think it over again. i'd giggle and think, "ahaha i'm in a thought loop, wicked" and then i'd think, "i'd better be careful what i put into it" and then a bit later i'd again think, "ahaha i'm in a thought loop, wicked" and then again decide to be careful. that i realized it was a loop; then decided to be careful essentially formed the stability of it, actually. the thought of "be careful with the loop" was a dampening thought, right after the "i'm in a loop" accelerating thought. then i'm off in the middle for a bit. then it's been stable enough for a while that it becomes like a space echo and i'm tinkering with it so this is, actually, like when a VCR tape is paused and the head keeps spinning, reading the same stretch of tape over and over [giving the sense of a paused VCR frame still somehow being alive and in motion]. that this probably needs to be an analog thought loop of concepts, perhaps, and you need to sort of get the analog bits nudged into just the right state.... like the difference between "just two sine waves" and "spinning animated lissajous pattern" on an XY oscilloscope. didn't clark do something with XY scopes? i used to have a tektronics RM503 |
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time flows clockwise, obviously, big hint there. i spared you the whole part i've written for my metaphor of the mechanism of time perception, where it's like the zen garden water feature where a bucket drip drip fills and past a point it tips itself over and empties itself out. and slowing the drip down to a crawl was how i began to get granular synthesis audio output. because it was less a loop at this point, and more a stable thing i was actively manipulating more as one would work with a synthesizer; that kind of re-emerged in an analog sense as the loop stabilized. and oh i've written it again but woven it together anyways, it was clockwise, somehow, this thought loop record spinning around. time. slow it down, time dilation. i wanted to fill in where i made that leap |
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oh. it's a constructed, stabilized loop, and i'm building up quantum coherency within the loop, dilating my perception of time. so i could, perhaps, construct a different loop? a larger one, that's more a general-purpose jet engine rather than a fantastic trip toy? but that's back over from "this is wonderfully powerful and can search every train of thought but i feel like i'm limited to simply being clever in what probability distribution i ask for" -- if i can construct something like that, perhaps i'm not stuck with that. but it's meditatively difficult writing in loops to build up coherency helps though |
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the other day, i'm all "...what OTHER records has Tony's klepto friend stolen?" and i'm thinking: this is another list for my ridiculous website. which needs an update, actually now i'm realizing that when i did this in my head i implicitly filed it under the html table i'd put elmer in charge of without really thinking about why i put it there; i just did. so, alright, elmer is in charge of figuring that out too, and what does that mean? standard is for me to just think of the answer 15 minutes or a day later or anywhere in between as i'm taking a piss or something |
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then when i decided that was a thing on the site, it was merely my riced out yugo bat signal going off, like: as a world-class magpie for the ridiculous, i find this marvelous and that was it; i'm demanding a list. no further thot. whatever that is |
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the origin of the written word in ancient china began as divination. they would carve religious glyphs into bone and then carefully bake it in the fire until it exploded. then they would examine the fragments and use this for divination, crop planning, etc. when i read this, i thought: you're computing the answer as you spend all that time in a concentrated state carving in the glyphs and the exploded bone bits are simply the result printout it's just a scale model of thot itself |
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as the looping rhythm of music builds coherency, with a focused enough mind, time begins to dilate and aphex sounds better than snares |
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...but, no, if your music is apt [as possible] to pull someone down into time dilation, well, what's your next act? transients, there needs to be more to find down there or the track is tapped out and dull |
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the other day, i'm all "...what OTHER records has Tony's klepto friend stolen?" and i'm thinking: this is another list for my ridiculous website. which needs an update, actually now i'm realizing that when i did this in my head i implicitly filed it under the html table i'd put elmer in charge of without really thinking about why i put it there; i just did. so, alright, elmer is in charge of figuring that out too, and what does that mean? somewhere in here i've probably written how i was once at a bar and staring off into space, designing a new GUI widget in my head, idea idea of which was to select between three competing drives, and then compute a centroid, and this is all an elaborate trick to extract a customer's preferences without wasting much of their time. and alright, create a blank workspace. and how about like this? no. and what colors do i want? i definitely need a three-color gradient. the company colors would be too salad here, hmm. then i'm done with my widget and i'm building out a demo interface in my head and in between this i'm stopping to think "i need more beer" and i catch the waitress's eye and wiggle my glass and "alright where was i" and then a few minutes later the beer shows up and "thanks" and "alright where was i" and then when i get back home i draw the whole thing out into a notebook to nail it down and start typing shit up on my computer and i was always kind of good at that sort of mental designing, but i have spent two decades doing software engineering and it's become quite a beast so i literally have that whole discordogs site in my head, and when i say i put it in that table without thinking, i mean i sort of opened up my workspace and put that in the site there and then later i'll just transcribe it into the computer. a lot of my posts also work like this. written in my head in a bar or on a walk; i drop in and out and handle reality fine |
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sampler brain says tony's klepto friend has stolen at least one of my favorite infected mushroom records and that sounds good to me. |
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that "infected mushroom" is one of those clever joke names because the way the kick plays off the air in between things gives this sort of cardioid shape and it's like you're inside a mushroom-shaped room and this isn't psychedelics, just some weed in 2014 or something. and then i just thought of it as "gating" because it wasn't until 2021 with that gentle speaking man talking about transients on youtube that i began to develop an ear for them. which begins to show you how i can be on it but also not quite because i don't have a thread like that on tap yet |
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that video had to be in the thick of the other time with infected mushroom and one of the synchronizing time points is when this domain name is due for renewal because this has me on a regularly timed loop coming back to it. which, theoretically, trails off of xltronic's spiral, because this place is what prompted me to impulsively register it and whatever the timing that was it spun out of here. |
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pinning it all down obsessively is a trap. i've always felt this and now i know why, more or less, and now i see one that is tactically advisable for once: what did i post in this thread around when the domain was last due? and 2023-03-15 ~ _________ in retrospect, you can see it condensing like beads of water on a toilet: this shit is too much for snoop. it's a battle. it's a history thing... ..and yes, you can see it, there's a pattern: all of these are conservative totems, arguably: vietnam. watergate. finally i get to "gettysburg" and again, just running my mouth "aaaugh i am so close" that i still don't have it, i can just... like when you're really sure someone's staring at you, i'm sure i'm a hair away. and, of course: custard's last stand. snoop's last stand. because it knocks him the fuck ova and the only reason i'm continuing here is to make this point ~ at the end of the day, it was a pun off of "custard's last stand" and because it knocks dogg ova, yo. but what i'm getting is "snoop's vietnam" and no that's just kind of ugly and then "snoop's watergate" and i genuinely thought that was just my subconscious goofing off but the dark cluster of neurons missing from the equation was custard's last stand. that i could tell something fit, somewhere over there.. where other neural clusters like "vietnam" and "watergate" were lighting up and then i get to "gettysberg" and i am saying "aaaugh i am so close" after saying "it's historical, it's a battle" and turns out the one i wanted happened, i dunno, 15-20 years after gettysberg, definitely closer than vietnam or watergate but none of that had anything the fuck to do with snoop, or the stand/knock da fuck ova joke. that was just the answer to the equation, and what i got was a series of breadcrumbs leading me up to the thing i know i have, but don't know what is, like a james cameron movie ----- and around some of this is two month gap between nerd posts. right. that worked as i thot |
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...and that was me naming a new imaginary strain of weed called Snoop's Last Stand, for reference. because it knocks him da fuk ova |
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i can't remember when i came up with this visual of that bit of the start of "For Wolves Crew" but it's like these trees made out truncated lumpy spheres and coupled with the rhythm this is an algorithm about blood diffusion, three dimensions, calculus, related rates, and i'm just seeing a little cluster of three lobes and the rest of it is rather blurry. and i came up with this long after first hearing the track but i think of it every time i hear the track now and it's been so many times hearing that track it feels particularly hopeless to try and figure out when i first came up with that visualization. good thing i know that's irrelevant or i'd be quite irritated |
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well, there you go. i'm not worrying about it, but if i sit up one day and [realize i theoretically know how to tear out the truth of when i first did that, and that i can do it in a crisp and immediate way that doesn't involve manually checking every store at the mall for Larry] that means i theoretically could do the same thing and pull back every time i've listened to "nothing comes easy" by infected mushroom. because that track is definitely ground zero of that arc |
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i'm thinking of the 303 line in that track and i want to robot dance right fucking now. i've not been putting that album on but i simply have to hear that track now. i don't expect anything interesting i just really really want to put it on and i will |
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apparently i actually have discord logs in a literal sense $ grep -ri iannis grep: Forum/XLT/cod_zilty/tb666.pdf: Permission denied Dumps/Discord/2020-11-13/package/messages/73662279458593185 0/messages.csv:770567946149560330,2020-10-27 08:41:54.822000+00:00,"i remember a very early mushroom trip when i was so excited at an idea i had, then i'm still tripping and going on AIM and i manage to explain it to someone, actually reasonably for the state, then i'm googling around. then i'm pissed because some guy named iannis xenakis beat me to it in the 60's or something, story of anyone past the 70's probably the site clearly needs the AOL Instant Mess log i know i have saved where i am all "this fucking jerk iannis xenakis" for a section like "best-of psychedelic near misses 2007-8" |
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you could, perhaps, search the logs for the deleted discord on discordogs. that's hilarious and now -- that i see i had the foresight to dump discord knowing it might get lost -- it's arguably technically straightforward. and hilarious. part of having thad's post search there is just seeing how much offering that little tanks that mint tin of a server's capacity we'll see if this can fit |
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TLDR ~ in all my discussion of memory path searches, i'm using "we've lost track of larry and we're looking for him" as a metaphor. we check across the street before we bother checking in starbucks and i do remember thinking: alright, who are we looking for, here? because i'm writing this bullshit and i need a someone to be looked for to write this. and i pick larry and i never think about where larry came from very hard so larry is hyperflake's christmas cactus from 2019. and i've found larry |
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i suppose it's about time to take a moment for us to all remind myself how much fun i have with all of this, how i feel i genuinely do get something out of it, that i am psychologically comfortable -- calmly bemused -- about all this weird shit... but yes, maybe if someone is actually keeping track, this might trip you out a bit. don't worry. it'll wear off eventually |
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but then no one probably is following. and that's fine. i'll just try and keep the flood in the proper threads |
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that with all the ceremony of water condensing on a toilet, oh, right, it looks like there might actually be some pure computer science in this. i've left that on the other side of the wall, but something NP complete, searching a penrose tiling, and then we get into the analogy of how the helical scan head in a VCR will keep spinning and re-read the same bit of tape over and over as diagonal stripes, sort of a frozen moment in time, and that's something to do with turing machines and the halting problem. and that's all condensing on the toilet over there somewhere. if it gets far enough perhaps a drop will plop down onto the bathroom floor and it'll be some douglass adams improbability drive moment where i suddenly have a very serious and coherent paper. but that sounds like a lot of work and i'm not exactly trying to coax that toilet into sweating |
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as serious as donald knuth's toilet paper was. you know? |
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yes, we wandered into that one nicely. that i really can sort of feel a vague, half-assed theory that has something to do with teaming a classical and a quantum computer together, but... it's not quite a thing yet. i don't know if it will be a thing, it's just shaping up that, well, hmm! that's looking kind of like... something yes, we've gone polymer. i'm able to understand that is an element in the equation and that things are going on with it; it's developing somehow. that if such a thing were to develop to a certain leading edge, then i'd maybe have something interesting to say about algorithms. but it may be something someone else has already. and that i don't even have to go through the effort of re-inventing it; it's faster to simply leave it as some condensing blob over there and not get distracted and yes, alright, now the loop is stabilizing |
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"we've gone polymer" -- oh lord. is that what it means to go plastic? have i just gone plastic? or polymer. that what was just describing was a sense of leaving that lump of thought incomplete so i can work with it like a polymer and not get pulled down into the weeds. free myself up to operate |
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i can't remember when i came up with this visual of that bit of the start of "For Wolves Crew" but it's like these trees made out truncated lumpy spheres and coupled with the rhythm this is an algorithm about blood diffusion, three dimensions, calculus, related rates, and i'm just seeing a little cluster of three lobes and the rest of it is rather blurry. and i came up with this long after first hearing the track but i think of it every time i hear the track now and it's been so many times hearing that track it feels particularly hopeless to try and figure out when i first came up with that visualization. good thing i know that's irrelevant or i'd be quite irritated then by writing that, i've gotten myself stewing on it. it bothers me that this visual is like... sort of 200x200 pixels on your standard monitor and the rest of the screen is just kind of like youtube's "ambient mode" and just splashes the colors. why is it this little thing? and alright, the first time... totally different. acid and mushrooms. i'm in a giant dark warehouse and bits of barbed wire and light and... then, yes, i am not sure but i think that little patch, that frustratingly alone on a mostly blank screen patch, is a bit of shifting light from later in the song... rendered through blood flow... and i've lost it. just now, that, meditating, took a grab. and that was really really working for a moment. then the quantum weasel supercooler took a dump and shit i've lost it. i would compare this to having to make a series of difficult parkour moves in an unbroken combo. and that it was going for a moment and shit wait what's going on good sign. |
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all through writing that i'm feeling this massive side-suck of "you've done this before" and it's like, i think that machine is starting to become counterproductive, if i'm working with thought polymers of course we've done lots of this before in varying degrees |
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a stronger part of my initial visualization -- a stronger percept -- from the first time i'm listening to for wolves crew -- i'm listening to it again later, and that strong bit emerges, but i have no idea it's that specific bit firing off, and so my conscious mind re-renders that incomplete memory as an entirely new visualization; the mind creating. the waveform collapsing. it's stuck in this little animated tile in my field of view because i was in a dark warehouse and that was a bit of light and that's where it was in my field of view. and it's not even from the same part of the song slippery devil in there |
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i switch over to "well can i do the infected mushroom song thing now too, even vaguely?" my brain very much: christ bro i have no idea let's go out for a cigarette |
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all through writing that i'm feeling this massive side-suck of "you've done this before" and it's like, i think that machine is starting to become counterproductive, if i'm working with thought polymers of course we've done lots of this before in varying degrees but maybe we want to keep that. something about that thing where, at our worst, we can be like an llm with a very small context window. something about, we need to keep running track of our progress. because nevermind the surprisingly productive mathematics of a random walk, that's not what we want here |
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the discovery of what neuroboffins call "grid cells" in the brain won some people a nobel prize, and i think that deserved it for a reason i've never seen anyone else bring up that, for thousands of years, going back to... Plato, i think? ...that, going back to the discovery of geometry [or, at least, deciding it was a thing] there has been a debate about whether geometry is built into our brains or if it's just a thing we've come up with. and grid cells are about cells that form grids of hexagons, and this is how we keep track of our location. tile the bathroom floor with hexagons, then move one hexagon at a time, like a board game [cataan in particular]. this is how our brain keeps track when we're hiking in the woods. and this is physically built into our brain; hexagons are physically built into your brain, and are a fundamental part of how the hardware itself is built, which means the software [your mind] has to follow along and it's been thousands of years and we've finally answered a question posed by the chaps that actually invented geometry [or, at least, declared it a thing] and no one gives a rat fart. why do we have things like BOC's hexagon sun? this. and other neurological structures. that psychedelics suppress the mechanisms that suppress noise; unfinished conclusions. once you open all the valves, hexagons are flowing into hexagons and you get psychedelic form constants in the shape of geometric hexagon mandalas like a kalidescope and no one gives a rat fart. like, i doubt BOC even gets this or cares |
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so with that as an introduction, i note the inventor [or at least the person who declared it to be a thing] of the tech singularity died a few days ago. i [jokingly] asked a few years ago: if the mind automatically, furiously wires around however i decide it works, if i decide it's based around algorithms i know from computer science, will that then make those algorithms a physical part of my brain, and thus effectively qualify me as bionic? and i doubt anyone gives a rat fart, but that's starting to look like less of a joke now. what if, instead of a tech singularity, there could be a meat singularity? that we may be capable of building that merge of human and technology in our heads, without surgery or brain scans -- just carefully structured thought and praxis but i doubt anyone gives a rat fart |
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and to be clear, i'm not waving the "mission accomplished" banner, i'm just saying it's starting to seem less like a joke. |
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