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<title>The Language of H. Florensiensis  -- 29.Jul.2010</title>
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<![CDATA[<a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homo_floresiensis>H. Floresiensis</a> could be the <a href="http://www.christopherseddon.com/2009/01/homo-floresiensis.html">third human species</a> and the last one to share our world. Did they have language? Are they still here? Did the Dutch wipe them out?? Consider the following paragraphs from a paper called 'Language Origins Without the Semantic Urge' by Martin I. Sereno <a href=http://cogsci-online.ucsd.edu/3/3-1.pdf>(PDF-link)</a> 
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A decade before the Homo floresiensis find, Gerd van den Bergh, a paleontologist working on the faunal remains who speaks Indonesian, had heard stories from villagers living in several different towns near the foot of the volcano about a race of hairy, three foot tall people, the “ebu gogo” (literally, ‘the grandmother who eats anything’). The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ebu_Gogo">ebu gogo</a> were long-haired, potbellied cave dwellers with protruding ears, and long arms and fingers, and they walked with a slightly awkward gait and would climb small trees. The villagers said that the last ebu gogo was seen in the 19th century, when the Dutch settled in central Flores (Roberts, 2004). Although the folklore of many groups around the world mention small people (leprechauns in Ireland, menehune on Hawai'i), the ebu gogo stories are unique among them in matching several specific physical aspects of local subfossil remains.<br />
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In the context of the present paper, the most poignant aspect of these stories concerns the putative vocal abilities of the ebu gogo (and by implication, of Homo erectus!) that were observed by the villagers as they tolerated the ebu gogo raiding their crops, and during closer encounters when the villagers provisioned them with grains, vegetables, fruits, and meat, all of which the ebu gogo ate raw. The ebu gogo “murmured at each other and could repeat words verbatim” in a parrot-like fashion; for example, “in response to ‘here's some food’ [in Indonesian], they would respond ‘here's some food’” <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/indonesia/1475280/Villagers-speak-of-the-small-hairy-Ebu-Gogo.html">(Roberts, 2004)</a>. Although this evidence is incomplete and indirect, there is an uncanny fit to the scenario introduced above in which modern Homo sapiens style language emerges ‘at the last minute’ from an initial set of auditory and motor system modifications of much greater antiquity that had originally evolved to support nonsemantic, birdsong-like vocalizations. The remote but exciting possibility that the ebu gogo still exist might someday make it possible to test these ideas directly.</blockquote> ]]></description>
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<title>Trees are Named for the Sound of the Wind -- 28.Jul.2010</title>
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<![CDATA[A paragraph on Micmac (mi'kmaq) from <a href=http://books.google.com/books?id=F9ey6Y54wBcC>'Vanishing voices the extinction of the world's languages'</a> by Daniel Nettle and Suzanne Romaine. This book is published by Oxford University Press, I would not have believed it otherwise. What powers of observation. <a href="http://www.kisikew.org/forum/kmaq-language-names-trees-and-plants-t485.html">Here is a list</a> of tree/plant names in Micmac.<br />
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In the Native American, Micmac, trees are named for the sound the wind makes when it blows through them during the autumn, about an hour after sunset when the wind always comes from a certain direction. Moreover, these names are not fixed but change as the sound changes. If an elder remembers, for example, that a certain stand of trees used to be called by a particular name 75 years ago but is now called by another, these terms can be seen as scientific markers for the effects of acid rain over that period. </i> ]]></description>
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<title>Frances Densmore -- 27.Jul.2010</title>
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<![CDATA[<a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Frances_Densmore_recording_Mountain_Chief2.jpg">Frances Densmore recording Indian Chief</a>. ]]></description>
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<title>Dark Heart of Codeness [.walk upcoming] -- 26.Jul.2010</title>
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<![CDATA[<i>The first <a href=http://socialfiction.org/?tag=.walk>.walk</a> (pronounce dotwalk) in five years will be a classic pedestrian experience. Come all to London, Greenwich Observatory, The Third of August, 15.00 hours.... for the <a href=http://www.psychogeophysics.org/wiki/doku.php?id=summit:dark_heart_of_codeness_a_.walk>Dark Heart of Codeness....</a>  </i>]]></description>
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<title>Reinhabitation -- 22.Jul.2010</title>
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<![CDATA[<i>"Reinhabitation means moving back into a terrain that has been abused and half-forgotten — and then replanting trees, dechannelizing streambeds, breaking up the asphalt" - Gary Snyder</i><br><br>
Also: <a href="http://www.clas.ufl.edu/users/bron/re/Snyder--reinhabitation7(8)28(sep87).pdf">PDF-link</a>.]]></description>
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<title>Forest Height Map -- 22.Jul.2010</title>
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<![CDATA[This is a <a href=http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/07/100720162306.htm>first</a> of its kind map showing the height of the world's forest.  ]]></description>
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<title>Basin and Range -- 21.Jul.2010</title>
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<![CDATA[John McPhee is an American journalist who pioneered the Gonzo style. He does not write about drugs but about wildness in nature (amongst other things). In Basin And Range he is trying to be the Iain Sinclair of geology and it does not work, this is  writing with a thesaurus in hand. It is ok, but not a keeper. ]]></description>
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<title>Psychogeophysics! [second Draft]  -- 22.Jun.2010</title>
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<![CDATA[In preparation for London <a href=http://www.psychogeophysics.org/>Psychogeophyics</a> week coming August. Will work on this later, got carried away.<br />
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<b> What is Psychogeophysics?</b><br />
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Something as ordinary as cause-and-effect has nothing to do with psychogeography. A plate of spaghetti has many beginnings and many ends, but these 'functions' are trivial, easily reversed effects of direction not products of divine teleological purpose. You can eat the plate from the outside in or from the top down, the result, when the cook is not a hack, should be the same. 
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Question: you enter a room, what happens to you? <br />
Answer: psychogeography.   <br />
Question: what is happening to you from outside the room?<br />
Answer: Psychogeophy.<br />
Question: What?<br />
Answer: Psychogeophysics; just as the entire weight of the earth conspire to pull down suspended objects (gravity; a relatively weak force) the human condition is being shaped by the entire earth: psychology as plate tectonics of the mind (duh). 
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Psychogeographers have deluded themselves in their petty INMB (In My Back Yard) regionalism and general lack of ambition to look beyond the city and beyond the contemporary. Cities come and go, neighbourhoods go from bust to boom in cyclical fashion. The psychogeophysical angle, which is has everything going for it, is already deluded by procedural navel gazing (the big fat belly of the google-jugend) and an irrational belief in the supreme objectivity of measurement and raw data. Do not quote some boring ass with cheap glasses just because s/he knows how to calibrate a seismic sensor.  Death to the White Coats! 

Quote Vladimir Nabokov: "I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness -- in a landscape selected at random -- is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern -- to the contrapuntal genius of human fate or to tender ghosts humoring a lucky mortal." 
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Time does not exist: our lives are too short to 'measure' it, time has astronomical minutes and geological seconds. Time is non-human. What we experience as time is background noise 300 decimals behind the comma. Our time is part of the margin of error, a fluctuation too small to spawn butterfly effects even in geological time.  
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The conventional hierarchies of urban space (the non-urban has tended to be a dead zone to be regarded with savage contempt ever since Debord and his wife-beating minions polluted the waters of psychogeography) from rooms, to houses, to streets, to neighbourhoods and upwards; the rifts and sensation experienced  through drifting along the rigged, non-seamless man-made portmanteau environments are understood by psychogeographers as critical situations to diagnose the human condition. Can't they see that this is rubbish? Or rather, can't they see that this  marginalizes the human artefact (the realm of input) to the point of wafer-thin, almost invisible, absurdity? Is a flaneur defined by the street and shops s/he wanders and explores? Is a magnetotactic bacteria navigating up and down the magnetic field through crystalline magnetosomatic pathfinding-techniques defined by the compass?
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Cosmonauts returning to earth after years in space (the Russian approach) will want to  take a deep breath of real unprocessed fresh earth air: what stands out is not freshness but stench. The earth stinks. It smells of pond scum and volcano snot. Earth's background olfactory may have al sorts of effect, may be chemically programming us, may be manipulated to make us do or not do certain things, nobody has researched it. Emotions are strange things: real and unreal simultaneously, like a dream or a Chinese poem in modernist 'translation'. Reread the Crystalpunk Manifesto. 
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Psychogeographers are laughed at in the same streets they adore. A mountain is more important than Paris, a volcano is more important than Cairo, an earthquake is more important than Dubai, the geomagnetic north is more important than all cities in the Americas together. A billion+ years of void, Los Angeles sinks into the ocean (cataclysm), a billion+ years of void. A billion+ years of void, a garden fence falls to the ground (cataclysm), a billion+ years of void. Geophysics not geography defines us. Lat/Lon systematics can not contain earth masses on the move. Mount Fuji does not need Google.earth. 
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Quote Dogen (1200-1253) : “All mountains ride on clouds and walk in the sky. Above all waters are all mountains. Walking beyond and walking within are both done on water. All mountains walk with their toes on all waters and splash there”.
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Quote Dogen: “All beings do not see mountains and waters in the same way. Some beings see water as a jeweled ornament, but they do not regard jeweled ornaments as water. What in the human realm corresponds to their water? We only see their jeweled ornaments as water. Some beings see water as wondrous blossoms, but they do not use blossoms as water. Hungry ghosts see water as raging fire or pus and blood. Dragons see water as a palace or a pavilion. Some beings see water as the seven treasures or a wish-granting jewel. Some beings see water as a forest or a wall“.
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The landmasses move, seas wander, 'continental drift' does not need punning by a contemporary Walter Benjamin. The Holocene is ending, the anthropocene, in which an ever expanding humans real acts as a “new telluric force which in power and universality may be compared to the greater forces of earth" is our great accelerating compliment. All these thing do no need measuring they need awe: horror and terror in stroboscopic alternation. 
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<title>Generative Psychogeography / .Walk / Brainfuck -- 18.Jul.2010</title>
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<![CDATA[Generative psychogeography algorithm example:<br />
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<i>3rd Left<br />
1st Right<br />
2nd Right<br />
Repeat</i><br />
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Same algorithm in classic .walk:<br />
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<i>Repeat<br />
{<br />
3rd street left<br />
1st street right <br />
2nd street right <br />
}</i><br />
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Same algorithm in <a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brainfuck>brainfuck</a>:<br />
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[ <br>
+++><br>
+<<br>
++<<br>
]</i>
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Same algorithm in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Befunge">Befunge</a>:
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v   >     v 
    +
    +
    ^+<
      +
      +
      +
>     ^   <
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Like before but shorter and with a random intial direction but the direction-arrows must be executed as well so this is actually a right-moving algorithm:
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v         >++V
          + 
> ?   +++ ^  <
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