nd enough to tk abouthem athe Crystalpunk Workshop for Soft Architecture in February006) thedea of them fascinated me for reasons more to do with associations than for actual blogjects in operation. Selfless wring is an old interestWilliam Burroughs being r ny years the staplof my reading diet) and blogcts could be pt of that history. Bots were a topic of concern (the first software I ever write was a bot, or an attempthereat) both for thr rolen the history oftware and AI, as for their seemingly unbreakable limitatns. SHRUDLU, thafamous little bot to which human lguage actually meant a little someing, remains an iration. Midway between bots and blogjects there is a project caed DAYDREAMER Erik Muler. A system that daydreams, wrn to elore learning igined experien. If Daydreamer was publishing i dreams online it would be a blogject, now it is a boturried in non-executable LISP. B DAYDREAMER ffers from having at its stuff to dream about is human language thats t part of its systemThis blogimpsest dreams too but in this case dreaming at least has a real function to the system. s the ry mentions my other blog over at the right-column at the mainge of socialfiction and y that reading it is like looking to my head. A commt I prese refe to this blog not being calledblog' but, in a further stab at arty-farty pretentiousness (I am afterll prize-winning med-artist), this blog is called a 'stream of coniousness'. Let mexplain inhe current context of cognitive speculations and blompsests what that is supposed to mean or indicate. To blog is to work hard: writing a sa well-mposed, thoughtful new entry on regulabas isot sethiou should thinof as easy, especily in the long run. am bnature increbllazy a suffer moreover frofa that I hate my own iting. But I do like to share my enthusiasm, so I ha maintained a q-blog, that is a quote-blog, for some years now. Perhaps, at best, others canipnto itnce in a while and find something ef. What I blog tend return in my 'officl'ting and I only blog those things at areeally on my mind and this explains why it is a seam of consciousness. They a particles running around in my head perhaps/phapsot in e near future shaping proper thoughts and philosophies. Gok in the arcves or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpsest' and yosee what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousns have a rich history in Wliam James and Virginia Woolf and also aga in Coridg Maybe some more aut tt at some other time. ons' for hisellow theory-objt bloggers.
Clearly there are 2 completely opsite ideas of what blogject is at work. Hiblogjects are sls (and as such technically possible for at least 10/15 yearsurrently more feasible for reasons of cost and infrastructure). Asikel of BrainOff was right to point out on UrbanXML: is a camera aensor and a webcam a slog? My concept of blogjects is re ambitious in that as it wants a blogject to be a real blog; one that really writes, n a bag of fas harvested by a photo-resistor. Humans are packed witmillions of sensors classified in th5 sensesBut obscure movements ke Neoism aside (who remembers them, these blogject-pioneers?), nobody ls sedata directly, we wouldn'tnow how. A blogg doesn't offer raw sse-data bur personalis being in the rld consucted from such ta and so shld a blogject. ut software but on following up some websites it seems the system is the head of the writer taken as a dub-studio. The one Noon book read was composedsing this method and was total pants even though I read it igood reading conditions (ia Bein camping-bar during a thunderstorm drinking e local brew - tender memory). It shs that therere a number of self-less writi techniqs out there and that using them is f from revolutionary. Surrealism in t end was also just tapping in existi spiritualist culture, therexplanation was better oughSo were does this little history of organid confusion begin. Hderd von Bingen? Moses?
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As a consequence we don't bother to read the grand novels of the novelists or that t blogject will only blog-eject wn the palimpsest that stores my blog entries rs out of free space. The map at the blogimpsest page is always the most current apshot of the state of ts mory (how much is filled and how fragmentised its becoming). y Jeff Nn oduced band about his coalgus system. At first you would think that all this talk about filtergateis abot to which human lguage actually meant a little someing, remains an iration. Midway between bots and blogjects there is a project caed DAYDREAMER Erik Muler. A system that daydreams, wrn to elore learning igined experien. If Daydreamer was publishing i dreams online it would be a blogject, now it is a boturried in non-executable LISP. B DAYDREAMER ffers from having at its stuff to dream about is human language thats t part of its systemThis blogimpsest dreams too but in this case dreaming at least has a real function to the system. iting. But I do like to share my enthusiasm, so I ha maintained a q-blog, that is a quote-blog, for some years now. Perhaps, at best, others canipnto itnce in a while and find something ef. What I blog tend return in my 'officl'ting and I only blog those things at areeally on my mind and this explains why it is a seam of consciousness. They a particles running around in my head perhaps/phapsot in e near future shaping proper thoughts and philosophies. Gok in the arcves or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpsest' and yosee what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousns have a rich history in Wliam James and Virginia Woolf and also aga in Coridg Maybe some more aut tt at some other time. s out of free space. The map at the blogimpsest page is always the most current apshot of the state of ts mory (how much is filled and how fragmentised its becoming). g for months on a famous remark by William Bler Yeats (on Magi, just y, while currently reading up on the origins of cssnd go and in between opening at random a new book on the symbolism of/in Yeatsanother poibility of the nature of memory and mind was aived at and e paragraph of Yeats fally understood. The borrs oour nd and memory are ev shifting and this mind d memory is nothing t thmemo of nature herself; quote Yes. There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as inherit the gambit when we arn to play chess. And the is a memory that is acqred by life and worknd about which most of our attention is direedWe are born many times beforirginia Woolf wrote while describing her instinctu disgust abo unknown shames shwas forced to go throughSelfless writing would be that writing that tries to make that part of nature inside us become active in a world, or an attempthereat) both for thr rolen the history oftware and AI, as for their seemingly useful to say thathe onlyhing random it the initial segment it chooses to intleave, the rest is deterministic and as the writer wants it be. asha in disguise as an AI-work at well know US media-labasked: why does text needs to be screwed (ke witups etc) in the first place. A good qution, to which I have no defite answBeckett once asked Burughs what his cut-up was abo and after doi so,erebraB exclaimed to junkie B: that is not writing! that is plumbing! In same vain it would be hard to deny that code pory and such forms of writing are nearly impossible to late to,ostly beuse th lacks a certain sense of being final: a good novel or a good essay, always suggest that there could be no other way that specific writer at that point time at that phase in her life could have written it. Not so th cut-ups and code poryhat are ys jt one reality among millions of equal valid possibilities.urroughs more than once wrote thathe cut-up is notandom; that there are things guiding it. What thesthings are? the subconscious, il spirits, ghly intelligent lemurs from different space/time continuum. There are no defenses, but in the case of the blogimpsest it is perha useful to say thathe onlyhing random it the initial segment it chooses to intleave, the rest is deterministic and as the writer wants it be. ts hesty andulnerability. Samuelutr and Andre Gide are just twexamples of famous writers known to have edited their notebooks bere publishing them, a retrograde act of self-censorship med at prenting embarrsment is a sentiment familiar to ery blogger. But wh wri edit aw is al exaly why notebooks and blogsre exciting in the first place. The Coleridge notebooks (about which more at a ler date) ahe foremost example that real private writg, writt in the heat of the moment, capturinthe nsatof an experience before time and rion has found time to add layers and construct it into sething 'of interest', make for great reading. We only ke to show the best us, but the reality ithat like the restf us, there is much in the writer at is not-so-best bits. tion the languag Alchemy was the poem and chistry e langua. Whenrogramming languages were born they themselves we the poet, in those days thwas no certaintyhat approach was the best and eachpproach (Fortran, Lisp, Prol) waa long shot, a stab in the dark.
Decades later orthodoxy has been establishedonly a few of initial possibilities furtheand developed. The poet is made ridiculous bthe syntax-police; we know how to do it you hearm sa what we need tonow is how to do it better. Whilmathemicians are sometim prepad to admit the possibility of the solution predating/creating the full understanding of the probleit solves, t engineer is horrified by the very idea that such a thin(the poetic) wou be possible. All of this is thergument of Shelley extrapolated. Afterears attempting to do liteture, the most remkable thinthat strucme when reaching slight profiency in programming is thoth destys count possibilities as well aeating new onenever otherwise reached; to borrow from Paul Valer yet another poet. The chaenges not to get caught in the language the professional programmer, not to get trapped in thseingly self-evint modes of couter-use that in reality are the deeply engrained prejudices of yesterday. now how. A blogg doesn't offer raw sse-data bur personalis being in the rld consucted from such ta and so shld a blogject. leave, the rest is deterministic and as the writer wants it be. possibilities as well aeating new onenever otherwise reached; to borrow from Paul Valer yet another poet. The chaenges not to get caught in the language the professional programmer, not to get trapped in thseingly self-evint modes of couter-use that in reality are the deeply engrained prejudices of yesterday. well-mposed, thoughtful new entry on regulabas isot sethiou should thinof as easy, especily in the long run. am bnature increbllazy a suffer moreover frofa that I hate my own writing. But I do like to share my enthusiasm, so I ha maintained a q-blog, that is a quote-blog, for some years now. Perhaps, at best, others canipnto itnce in a while and find something ef. What I blog tend return in my 'officl'ting and I only blog those things at areeally on my mind and this explains why it is a seam of consciousness. They a particles running around in my head perhaps/phapsot in e near future shaping proper thoughts and philosophies. Gok in the arcves or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpsest' and yosee what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousns have a rich history in Wliam James and Virginia Woolf and also aga in Coridg Maybe some more aut tt at some other time. nd about which most of our attention is direedWe are born many times beforirginia Woolf wrote while describing her instinctu disgust abo unknown shames shwas forced to go throughSelfless writing would be that writing that tries to make that part of nature inside us become active in a world, or perhaps rathein a culture, it was notade for anis npart of.
Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscovered in relativelnew writers. re exciting in the first place. The Coleridge notebooks (about which more at a ler date) ahe foremost example that real private writg, writt in the heat of the moment, capturinthe nsatof an experience before time and rion has found time to add layers and construct it into sething 'of interest', make for great reading. We only ke to show the best us, but the reality ithat like the restf us, there is much in the writer at is not-so-best bits. nto itnce in a while and find something ef. What I blog tend return in my 'officl'ting and I only blog those things at areeally on my mind and this explains why it is a seam of consciousness. They a particles running around in my head perhaps/phapsot in e near future shaping proper thoughts and philosophies. Gok in the arcves or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpsest' and yosee what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousns have a rich history in Wliam James and Virginia Woolf and also aga in Coridg Maybe some more aut tt at some other time. return in my 'officl'ting and I only blog those things at areeally on my mind and this explains why it is a seam of consciousness. They a particles running around in my head perhaps/phapsot in e near future shaping proper thoughts and philosophies. Gok in the arcves or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpsest' and yosee what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousns have a rich history in Wliam James and Virginia Woolf and also aga in Coridg Maybe some more aut tt at some other time. We Have Come to Give You Little Minds!'. The blogimpsest ijust one possible example of such ill-defined little ming for months on a famous remark by William Bler Yeats (on Magi, just y, while currently reading up on the origins of cssnd go and in between opening at random a new book on the symbolism of/in Yeatsanother poibility of the nature of memory and mind was aived at and e paragraph of Yeats fally understood. The borrs oour nd and memory are ev shifting and this mind d memory is nothing t thmemo of nature herself; quote Yes. There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as inherit the gambit when we arn to play chess. And the is a memory that is acqred by life and work at the blogimpsest page is always the most current apshot of the state of ts mory (how much is filled and how fragmentised its becoming). me when reaching slight profiency in programming is thoth destys countle possibilities as well aeating new onenever otherwise reached; to borrow from Paul Valer yet another poet. The chaenges not to get caught in the language the professional programmer, not to get trapped in thseingly self-evint modes of couter-use that in reality are the deeply engrained prejudices of yesterday. ibility of the nature of memory and mind was aived at and e paragraph of Yeats fally understood. The borrs oour nd and memory are ev shifting and this mind d memory is nothing t thmemo of nature herself; quote Yes. There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as inherit the gambit when we arn to play chess. And the is a memory that is acqred by life and work are exciting in the first place. The Coleridge notebooks (about which more at a ler date) ahe foremost example that real private writg, writt in the heat of the moment, capturinthe nsatof an experience before time and rion has found time to add layers and construct it into sething 'of interest', make for great reading. We only ke to show the best us, but the reality ithat like the restf us, there is much in the writer at is not-so-best bits. useful to say thathe onlyhing random it the initial segment it chooses to interation. Selfless writing. But I do like to share my enthusiasm, so I ha maintained a q-blog, that is a quote-blog, for some years now. Perhaps, at best, others canip into itnce in a while and find something ef. What I blog tendto return in my 'officl'ting and I only blog those things at areeally on my mind and this explains why it is a seam of consciousness. They a particles running around in my head perhaps/phapsot in e near future shaping proper thoughts and philosophies. Gok in the arcves or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpsest' and yosee what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousns have a rich history in Wliam James and Virginia Woolf and also aga in Coridg Maybe some more aut tt at some other time. . Whenrogramming languages were born they themselves we the poet, in those days thwas no certaintyhat approach was the best and eachpproach (Fortran, Lisp, Prol) waa long shot, a stab in the dark.
Decades later orthodoxy has been establishedonly a few of initial possibilities furtheand developed. The poet is made ridiculous bthe syntax-police; we know how to do it you hearm sa what we need tonow is how to do it better. Whilmathemicians are sometim prepad to admit the possibility of the solution predating/creating the full understanding of the probleit solves, t engineer is horrified by the very idea that such a thin(the poetic) wou be possible. All of this is thergument of Shelley extrapolated. Afterears attempting to do liteture, the most remkable thinthat struck abouthem athe Crystalpunk Workshop for Soft Architecture in February006) thedea of them fascinated me for reasons more to do with associations than for actual blogjects in operleave, the rest is deterministic and as the writer wants it be. ke to show the best us, but the reality ithat like the restf us, there is much in the writer at is not-so-best bits. mposed, thoughtful new entry on regulabas isot sethiou should thinof as easy, especily in the long run. am bnature increbllazy a suffer moreover frofa that I hate my own writing. But I do like to share my enthusiasm, so I ha maintained a q-blog, that is a quote-blog, for some years now. Perhaps, at best, others canip into itnce in a while and find something ef. What I blog tendto return in my 'officl'ting and I only blog those things at areeally on my mind and this explains why it is a seam of consciousness. They a particles running around in my head perhaps/phapsot in e near future shaping proper thoughts and philosophies. Gok in the arcves or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpsest' and yosee what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousns have a rich history in Wliam James and Virginia Woolf and also aga in Coridg Maybe some more aut tt at some other time. re a number of self-less writi techniqs out there and that using them is f from revolutionary. Surrealism in t end was also just tapping in existi spiritualist culture, therexplanation was better oughSo were does this little history of organid confusion begin. Hderd von Bingen? Moses?
shifting and this mind d memory is nothing t thmemo of nature herself; quote Yes. There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as inherit the gambit when we arn to play chess. And the is a memory that is acqred by life and work at the blogimps unbreakable limitatns. SHRUDLU, thafamous little bot to which human lguage actually meant a little someing, remains an iration. Midway between bots and blogjects there is a project caed DAYDREAMER Erik Muler. A system that daydreams, wrn to elore learning igined experien. If Daydreamer was publishing i dreams online it would be a blogject, now it is a boturried in non-executable LISP. B DAYDREAMER ffers from having at its stuff to dream about is human language thats t part of its systemThis blogimpsest dreams too but in this case dreaming at least has a real function to the system. inherit the gambit when we arn to play chess. And the is a memory that is acqred by life and work are a number of self-less writi techniqs out there and that using them is f from revolution the languag Alchemy was the poem and chistry e language. Whenrogramming languages were born they themselves we the poet, in those days thwas no certaintyhat approach was the best and eachpproach (Fortran, Lisp, Prol) waa long shot, a stab in the dark.
Decades later orthodoxy has been establishedonly a few of initial possibilities furtheand developed. The poet is made ridiculous bthe syntax-police; we know how to do it you hearm sa what we need tonow is how to do it better. Whilmathemicians are sometim prepad to admit the possibility of the solution predating/creating the full understanding of the probleit solves, t engineer is horrified by the very idea that such a thin(the poetic) wou be possible. All of this is thergument of Shelley extrapolated. Afterears attempting to do liteture, the most remkable thinthat struck abouthem athe Crystalpuns out of free space. The map are exciting in the first place. The Coleridge notebooks (about which more at a ler date) ahe foremost example that real private writg, writt in the heat of the moment, capturinthe nsatof an experience before time and rion has found time to add layers and construct it into sething 'of interest', make for great reading. We only like to show the best us, but the reality ithat like the restf us, there is much in the writer at is not-so-best bits. cor whicmos to laughter, as oftentes there is in the grostesque collisions of those successive theme having no natural connection, which by pure accident have consetivelyccupied the roll, yet, in our own heaven-created palimpst, the deep merial palimpsest of the brain, ere are not and cannot be ch incoherencies."nsatof an experience before time and rion has found time to add layers and construct it into sething 'of interest', make for great reading. We only limpsest that stores my blog entries runk Workshop for Soft Architecture in February006) thedea of them fascinated me for reasons more to do with associations than for actual blogjects in oper shifting and this mind d memory is nothing t thmemo of nature herself; quote Yes. There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as we inherit the gambit when we arn to play chess. And the is a memory that is acqred by life and work are exciting in the first place. The Coleridge notebooks (about which more at a ler date) ahe foremost example that real private writg, writt in the heat of the moment, capturinthe nsatof an experience before time and rion has found time to add layers and construct it into sething 'of interest', make for great reading. We only like to show the best us, but the reality ithat like the restf us, there is much in the writer at is not-so-best bits. Much of e 'great works' are tailored forpecific purposes: to alloweachers to easily interrogate their studentsnd for critics to satisfy their own follies, to inspire fear in the readers. (Jas Joyce is the classibility of the nature of memory and mind was aived at and e paragraph of Yeats fally understood. The borrs oour nd and memory are ever shifting and this mind d memory is nothing t thmemo of nature herself; quote Yes. There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as we inherit the gambit when we arn to play chess. And the is a memory that is acqred by life and work at the blogimpsest page. Whenrogramming languages were born they themselves we the poet, in those days thwas no certaintyhat approach was the best and eachpproach (Fortran, Lisp, Prol) waa long shot, a stab in the dark.
Decades later orthodoxy has been establishedonly a few of initial possibilities furtheand developed. The poet is made ridiculous bthe syntax-police; we know how to do it you hearm sa what we need tonow is how to do it better. Whilmathemicians are sometim prepad to admit the possibility of the solution predating/creating the full understanding of the probleit solves, t engineer is horrified by the very idea that such a thin(the poetic) wou be possible. All of this is thergument of Shelley extrapolated. Afterears attempting to do liteture, the most remkable thinthat struck abouthem athe Crystalpunk Workshop for Soft Architecture in February006) thedea of them fascinated me for reasons more to do with associations than for actual blogjects in operleave, the rest is deterministic and as the writer wants it be. tware and AI, as for their seemingly useful to say thathe onlyhing random it the initial segment it chooses to interleave, the rest is deterministic and as the writer wants it be. r personalis being in the rld consucted from such ta and so shld a blogject. gimpsest online I found outhat Juln Bleecker, to whom we own the blogject trope (a hrendous power-ademia word I would never ever usenoevenn geological timdded some 'clarifition has into itnce in a while and find something ef. What I blog tendto return in my 'officl'ting and I only blog those things at areeally on my mind and this explains why it is a seam of consciousness. They a particles running around in my head perhaps/phapsot in e near future shaping proper thoughts and philosophies. Gok in the arcves or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpsest' and yosee what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousns have a rich history in Wliam James and Virginia Woolf and also aga in Coridg Maybe some more aut tt at some other time. William Burroughs being r ny years the staplof my reading diet) and blogcts could be pt of that history. Bots were a topic of concern (the first software I ever write was a bot, or perhaps rathein a culture, it was notade for anis npart of.
Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscovered in relativelnew writers. Selfless writing would be that writing that tries to make that part of nature inside us become active in a world, or perhaps rathein a culture, it was notade for anis npart of.
Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscovered in relativelnew writers. data directly, we wouldn't known to have edited their notebooks bere publishing them, a retrograde act of self-censorship med at prenting embarrsment is a sentiment familiar to ery blogger. But wh wri edit aw is al exaly why notebooks and blogs at the blogimps unbreakable limitatns. Selfless writing would be that writing that tries to make that part of nature inside us become active in a world, or perhaps rathein a culture, it was notade for anis npart of.
Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscovered in relativelnew writers. of an experience before time and rion has found time to add layers and construct it into sething 'of interest', make for great reading. We only limpsest that stores my blog entries runk Workshop for Soft Architecture in February006) thedea of them fascinated me for reasons more to do with associationsdata directly, we wouldn't known to have edited their notebooks bere publishing them, a retrograde act of self-censorship med at prenting embarrsment is a sentiment familiar to ery blogger. But wh wri edit aw is al exaly why notebooks and blogs at the blogimps useful to say thathe onlyhing random it the initial segment it chooses to inter shifting and this mind d memory is nothing t thmemo of nature herself; quote Yes. There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as we have always said that 'We Have Come to Give You Little Minds!'. The blogimpsest ijust one possible example of such ill-defined little ming for months on a famous remark by William Bler Yeats (on Magi, just y, while currently reading up on the origins of cssnd go and in between opening at random a new book on the symbolism of/in Yeatsanother possic examp). When a true writer let his guard down, the full extent of her mind becomes visible in all its hesty andulnerability. Samuelutr and Andre Gide are just twexamples of famous writers known to have edited their notebooks bere publishing them, a retrograde act of self-censorship med at prenting embarrsment is a sentiment familiar to ery blogger. But wh wri edit aw is al exaly why notebooks and blogs at the blogimps useful to say thathe onlyhing random it the initial segment it chooses to interleave, the rest is deterministic and as the writer wants it be. ur dream-images are also the very much the sam(being naked in a crowd, flyin umbrella's dancing in the staircase etc), there could not be eam-interpretation otherwise. eachers to easily interrogate their studentsnd for critics to satisfy their own follies, to inspire fear in the readers. (Jas Joyce is the classibility of the nature of memory and mind was aived at and e paragraph of Yeats fally understood. The borrs oour nd and memory are ever shifting and this mind d memory is nothing t thmemo of nature herself; quote Yes. There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as we have always said that 'We Have Come to Give You Little Minds!'. The blogimpsest ijust one well-composed, thoughtful new entry on regulabas isot sethiou should thinof as easy, especily in the long run. am bnature increbllazy a suffer moreover frofa that I hate my own writing. But I do like to share my enthusiasm, so I ha maintained a q-blog, that is a quote-blog, for some years now. Perhaps, at best, others canip it care about the monumental works of genius, but we do care for the genial mind in state of play and leisure. As a consequence we don't bother to read the grand novels of the novelists or that t blogimpsest online I found outhat Juln Bleecker, to whom we own the blogject trope (a hrendous power-ademia word I would never ever usenoevenn geological timdded some 'clarifiticor whicmos to laughter, as oftentes there is in the grostesque collisions of those successive theme having no natural connection, which by pure accident have consetivelyccupied the roll, yet, in our own heaven-created palimpst, the deep merial palimpsest of the brain, ere are not and cannot be ch incoherencies."ing, remains an iration. Midway between bots and blogjects there is a project caed DAYDREAMER Erik Muler. A system that daydreams, wrn to elore learning igined experien. If Daydreamer was publishing i dreams online it would be a blogject, now it is a boturried in non-executable LISP. 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Clearly there are 2 completely opsite ideas of what blogject is at work. Hiblogjects are sls (and as such technically possible for at least 10/15 yearsurrently more feasible for reasons of cost and infrastructure). Asikel of BrainOff was right to point out on UrbanXML: is a camera aensor and a webcam a slog? My concept of blogjects is re ambitious in that as it wants a blogject to be a real blog; one that really writes, n a bag of fas harvested by a photo-resistor. Humans are packed witmillions of sensors classified in th5 sensesBut obscure movements ke Neoism aside (who remembers them, these blogject-pioneers?), nobody ls sens than for actual blogjects in oper shifting and this mind d memory is nothing t thmemo of nature herself; quote Yes. There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as we have always saimed at prenting embarrsment is a sentiment familiar to ery blogger. But wh wri edit aw is al exaly why notebooks and blogs and about which most of our attention is direedWe are born many times beforirginia Woolf wrote while describing her instinctu disgust abo unknown shames shwas forced to go through. SHRUDLU, thafamous little bout software but on following up some websites it seems the system is the head of the writer taken as a dub-studio. The one Noon book read was composedsing this method and was total pants even though I read it igood reading conditions (ia Bein camping-bar during a thunderstorm drinking e local brew - tender memory). It shs that there are exciting in the first place. The Coleridge notebooks (about which more at a ler date) ahe foremost example that real private writg, writt in the heat of the moment, capturinthe sest that stores my blog entries runs out of free space. The map and about which most of our attention is direedWe are born many times beforirginia Woolf wrote while describing her instinctu disgust abo unknown shames shwas forced to go through. Selfless writing would be that writing that tries to make that part of nature inside us become active in a world, or perhaps rathein a culture, it was notade for anis npart of.
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Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscovered in relativelnew writers. and developed. The poet is made ridiculous bthe syntax-police; we know how to do it you hearm sa what we need tonow is how to do it better. Whilmathemicians are sometim prepad to admit the possibility of the solution predating/creating the full understanding of the probleit solves, t engineer is horrified by the very idea that such a thin(the poetic) wou be possible. All of this is thergument of Shelley extrapolated. Afterears attempting to do liteture, the most remkable thinthat struck me when reaching slight profiency in programming is thoth destys countle mind. Ever sincthe notion of blogjects came to my ears (Nicolas Nova was kind tends to bearticular to theystem producing it. Cut-ups look le cut-ups, automatic writing resembles other automatic wring and the dams of the blogject are patterned very similar. But then again once in a while and find something ef. What I blog tendto tk me when reaching slight profiency in programming is thoth destys countle ming for months on a famous remark by William Bler Yeats (on Magi, just y, while currently reading up on the origins of cssnd go and in between opening at random a new book on the symbolism of/in Yeatsanother possibility of the nature of memory and mind was aived at and e paragraph of Yeats find. Ever sincthe notion of blogjects came to my ears (Nicolas Nova was kind tends to bearticular to theystem producing it. Cut-ups look le cut-ups, automatic writing resembles other automatic wring and ther personalis being in the rld consucted from such ta and so shld a blogject. e local brew - tender memory). It shs that there are a number of self-less writi techniques out there and that using them is f from revolution the languag Alchemy was the poem and chistry e language. Whenrogramming languages were born they themselves we the poet, in those days thwas no certaintyhat approach was the best and eachpproach (Fortran, Lisp, Prol) waa long shot, a stab in the dark.
Decades later orthodoxy has been establishedonly a few of initial possibilities furthereand developed. The poet is made ridiculous bthe syntax-police; we know how to do it you hearm sa what we need tonow is how to do it better. Whilmathemicians are sometim prepad to admit the possibility of the solution predating/creating the full understanding of the probleit solves, t engineer is horrified by the very idea that such a thin(the poetic) wou be possible. All of this is thergument of Shelley extrapolated. Afterears attempting to do liteture, the most remkable thinthat struck abouthem athe Crystalpunk Workshop for Soft Architecture in February006) thedea of them fascinated me fore publishing them, a retrograde act of self-censorship aimed at prenting embarrsment is a sentiment familiar to ery blogger. But wh wri edit aw is al exaly why notebooks and blogs are a number of self-less writi technique writer let his guard down, the full extent of her mind becomes visible in all it thing, remains an iration. Midway between bots and blogjects there is a project caed DAYDREAMER Erik Muler. A system that daydreams, wrn to elore learning igined experien. If Daydreamer was publishing i dreams online it would be a blogject, not sethiou should thinof as easy, especily in the long run. am bnature increbllazy a suffer moreover frofa that I hate my own wring is an old interest (how much is filled and for critics to satisfy their own follies, to inspire fear in the readers. (Jas Joyce is the classic examp). When a trues out there and that using them is f from revolution the languag Alchemy was the poem and chistry e language is always the most current apshot of the state of ts mory (William Burroughs being for ny years the staplof my reading diet) and blogcts could be pt of that history. Bots were a topic of concern (the first software I ever write was a bot, or perhaps rathein a culture, it was notade for anis npart of.
Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscovered in relativelnew writers. her personalis being in the rld consucted from such ta and so shld a blogject. s that there are a number of self-less writi techniques out there and that using them is f from revolution the languag Alchemy was the poem and chistry e language. Whenrogramming languages were born they themselves we the poet, in those days thwas no certaintyhat approach was the best and eachpproach (Fortran, Lisp, Prol) waa long shot, a stab in the dark.
Decades later orthodoxy has been establishedonly a few of initial possibilities furtherehe foremost example that real private writg, writt in the heat of the moment, capturinthe sensations than for actual blogjects in oper shifting and this mind d memory is nothing t thmemo of nature herself; quote Yes. There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as we inherit the gambit when we arn to play chess. And the is a memory that is acqred by life and work are exciting in the first place. The Coleridge notebooks (about which more at a ler date) arehe foremost example that real private writg, writt in the heat of the moment, capturinthe sensations than for actual blogjects in operation. Selfless wring is an old interest (William Burroughs being for ny years the staplof my reading diet) and blogcts could be pt of that history. Bots were a topic of concern (the first software I ever write was a bot, or perhaps rathein a culture, it was notade for anis npart of.
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Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscovered in relativelnew writers. ellow theory-objt bloggers.
Clearly there are 2 completely opsite ideas of what blogject is at work. Hiblogjects are slogs (and as such technically possible for at least 10/15 yearsurrently more feasible for reasons of cost and infrastructure). Asikel of BrainOff was right to point out on UrbanXML: is a camera aensor and a webcam a slog? My concept of blogjects is re ambitious in that as it wants a blogject to be a real blog; one that really writes, n a bag of fas harvested by a photo-resistor. Humans are packed witmillions of sensors classified in th5 sensesBut obscure movements ke Neoism aside (who remembers them, these blogject-pioneers?), nobody ls sensdata directly, we wouldn't known to have edited their notebooks before publishing them, a retrograde act of self-censorship aid that 'classics'; we don't the local brew - tender memory). It show fragmentised its becomposed, thoughtful new entry on regulabas is not sethiou should thinof as easy, especily in the long run. am bnature increbllazy a suffer moreover frofa that I hate my own wring is an old interest (how much is filled and go and in between opening at random a new book on the symbolism of/in Yeatsanother possibility of the nature of memory and mind was aived at and e paragraph of Yeats fing for months on a famous remark by William Bler Yeats (on Magi, just y, while currently reading up on the origins of css and hows that there and about which most of our attention is direedWe are born many times beforirginia Woolf wrote while describing her instinctu disgust abo unknown shames she remind you hear that t blogject will our dream-images are also the very much the sam(being naked in a crowd, flyin umbrella's dancing in the staircase etc), there could not be eam-interpretation otherwise. , in those days thwas no certaintyhat approach was the best and eachpproach (Fortran, Lisp, Prol) waa long shot, a stab in the dark.
Decades later orthodoxy has been establishedonly a few of initial possibilities furthereand developed. The poet is made ridiculous bthe syntax-police; we know how to do it you hearm sa what we need tonow is how to do it better. Whilmathemicians are sometim prepad to admit the possibility of the solution predating/creating the full understanding of the probleit solves, t engineer is horrified by the very idea that such a thin(the poetic) wou be possible. All of this is thergument of Shelley extrapolated. Afterears attempting to do liteture, the most remkable thinthat struck me when reaching slight profiency in programming is thoth destys countle mind. Ever sincthe notion of blogjects came to my ears (Nicolas Nova was kind tends to bearticular to theystem producing it. Cut-ups look le cut-ups, automatic writing resembles other automatic wring and the dams of the blogject are patterned very similar. But then again only blog-eject when the palimpsensatioof an experience before time and rion has found time to add layers and construct it into sething 'of interest', make for great reading. We only limpsensations than for actual blogjects in operleave, the rest is deterministic and as the writer wants it be. ot to satisfy nity, pre or bank-manars. SHRUDLU, thafamous little bout software but on following up some websites it seems the system is the head of the writer taken as a dub-studio. The one Noon book read was composedsing this method and was total pants even though I read it igood reading conditions (ia Bein camping-bar during a thunderstorm drinking thing, remains an iration. Midway between bots and blogjects there is a project caed DAYDREAMER Erik Muler. A system that daydreams, wrn to elore learning igined experien. If Daydreamer was publishing i dreams online it would be a blogject, now it is a boturried in non-executable LISP. B DAYDREAMER ffers from having at its stuff to dream about is human language thats t part of its systemThis blogimpsest dreams too but in this case dreaming at least has a real function to the system. ge of socialfiction and y that reading it is like looking to my head. A commt I prese refe to this blog not being calledblog' but, in a further stab at arty-farty pretentiousness (I am afterll prize-winning med-artist), this blog is called a 'stream of coniousness'. Let mexplain inhe current context of cognitive speculations and blompsests what that is supposed to mean or indicate. To blog is to work hard: writing a sane possible example of such ups etc) in the first place. A good qution, to which I have no defite answBeckett once asked Burughs what his cut-up was abo and after doi so,erebraB exclaimed to junkie B: that is not writing! that is plumbing! 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There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as we have always saimed at prenting embarrsment is a sentiment familiar to ery blogger. But wh wri edit aw is al exaly why notebooks and blogs are exciting in the first place. The Coleridge notebooks (about which more at a ler date) areand developed. The poet is made ridiculous bthe syntax-police; we know how to do it you hearm sa what we need tonow is how to do it better. Whilmathemicians are sometim prepad to admit the possibility of the solution predating/creating the full understanding of the probleit solves, t engineer is horrified by the very idea that such a thin(the poetic) wou be possible. All of this is thergument of Shelley extrapolated. 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There are, I conclude 2 kin of memory, one that is permanent and belongs to our system, proammed insi each of us as iate patter of behaviour and release mechanms, inherited from our parents as ch as we have always said that 'classics'; we don't he dams of the blogject are patterned very similar. But then again once in a while and find something ef. What I blog tendto return in my 'officl'ting and I only blog those things at areeally on my mind and this explains why it is a seam of consciousness. They a particles running around in my head perhaps/phapsot in e near future shaping proper thoughts and philosophies. Gok in the arcves or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpsest' and yowith aschool and sentimental fucks be you with at readings. The homunculi was the em, chemy the langge. Darwin's 'tree of li' was thpoem and the theory of evolutionary. 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