My blog is a Janus head, a 2-faced web0.0 monster. On one side it does what you would expect from the barest of bare-bones blogging systems (no HTML-formatting) but on the other side it does have a mind and purpose of its own; it is a blogject. Both faces share the same memory-filled palimpsest-styled head. A head that as a whole is a little mind, a symbiotic alliance; these two faces need to help each other to make the most of the limitations of their common resource. It is an experiment in grassroots AI. http://socialfiction.org/palimpsest http://socialfiction.org/palimpsest/blogject.html Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscoved in relatively new writers. We oy like to show the best in uut the reality is that like the rest of us, there is much in t writer what is not-so-best bits. h to talk about them at the Crystalpunk Workshop f Soft Architecture in February 2006) the idea of them fascinated me for reasons moreo do with associations than for actuallogjects in operation. Seless writing is an old interest (William Burroughs being for ny years the staple of my reading di) and bljects could beart that history. Bots were a topic oncern (the first software I everrias a bot, or an attempt theat) both for their role in the history of software and AI, as for their seemingly unbreakableimations. We oy like to show the best in uut the reality is that like the rest of us, there is much in t writer what is not-so-best bits. d a q-blog, that is a ote-blog, for some years now. Perhaps, at best, others c dip into it once in a while and find something useful. What I bg tends to return in my 'official' writing and I only blog tho tngs at are really on my mind and this plains why it is aeam of consciousness. They are particles running around in my head perhaps/perhapsot in the ar furshaping oper thoughts and philosophiesGo back in the archives or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpse' and you see what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousness have a richistory in William James and Virginia Woolf and also again iColeridge. Maybe some more about that at some other time. rites, not a bag of facts rvested by a photo-ristor. Humans are packedith millions of sensors classifi in the 5 nses. But obscure vements like Neoism aside (who remembers them, these blogject-pioneers?), body logsense-data directly, we wouldn't know how. A bloggeroesn't offer sense-data but her personalised being ithe world constructed from such data and so should a blogject. t and each approac(Fortran, Lisp, Prolog) was a long st, stab in theark.
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retrograde act of self-censorship aimed at preventing embarrassment is a stiment familiato every bloggerBut wh writers edit away is also exactly why nebooks and blogs a exciting in the first place. e Coleridge notebooks bout which more at a later date) are the foremost example that real prate writing, writtn the he of the moment, capturing the sensatn ofn experience before time and reflectiohas found time to add layers and constru it into something 'of interest'make for great reading. SHRUDLU, that famous little bot tohich human language actually meant a littlthing, rains an inspiration. Midway between bots and bloects there is a project called DAYDREAMER by Erik Mueller. A system that daydreams, written to explore learning by imagid expeenceIf Daydrmemory (how much is filled and how fragmentised it is becoming). t, stab in theark.
Decades later orthodoxy has been establish, only a few of initl possibilities furthered and developed. The poeis made ridiculous by the syax-police; we know how to do it you hear them say, what we nd to know isowo do it better. ile mathematicians are sometimesrepared to admit the possibili of the solution predating/creating the full understding of the problem it sol theineer is horrifi by the very idea at such a thing (the ptic) would be possible. All of ts is the argument of Shelley extrapolated. After years attempting to do literature, the mostemarkable ing that suck me whereaching a slight priciey in progrmings that both destroys countless possibilities as well as creating new ones never otherwe reached; tboow from Paul Valery, yet another poet. The challenge is not to get cght in the languagof the professional programmer, not to get trapped in the seemingly self-evide modes of computer-usehat in reality are the deeply engrained prejudices of yesterday. same vain it would be hard to deny that code poetry and such forms of writingre nearly impossible to relate to, mosy because they lacks a certain sense of being final: good novel or a good essay, always suggest that there cou bno other way thaspecific writer at that point in time at that phe in herife could have writtent. Not so with cut-ups a code poetry that are ways just one reality among millions of equal valid possibilities. Burroughs more than once wrotthat the cut-up is not random; thathere things guiding it. What these things are? thbconscious, evil spirits, highly intelligent lemurs from different space/time continuum. There are no defensesbut thease of the blogimpsest iis perhaps uful to say that e only thing random in it is the initialegment it chseto interleave, the resis determiniic and as the writerants it to be. that is its the fir post.

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Go back in the archives or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpse' and you see what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousness have a richistory in William James and Virginia Woolf and also again iColeridge. Maybe some more about that at some other time. but thease of the blogimpsest iis perhaps uful to say that e only thing random in it is the initialegment it chseto interleave, the resis determiniic and as the writerants it to be. shaping oper thoughts and philosophies. Go back in the archives or search at tags like 'memory' or 'palimpse' and you see what I mean. Obviously streams of consciousness have a richistory in William James and Virginia Woolf and also again iColeridge. Maybe some more about that at some other time. s much as we inherit the gambit wh we learn to play chess. And there is a memory that iscquired by life and work and aut which most of our atttion is rected. We are bores my blog entries rather in a cture, it was not made for and is no part of.
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Decades later orthodoxy has been establish, only a few of initl possibilities furthered and developed. The poeis made ridiculous by the syax-police; we know how to do it you hear them say, what we nd to know isowo do it better. ile mathematicians are sometimesrepared to admit the possibili of the solution predating/creating the full understding of the problem it sol theineer is horrifi by the very idea at such a thing (the ptic) would be possible. All of ts is the argument of Shelley extrapolated. After years attempting to do literature, the mostemarkable ing that suck me whereaching a slight priciey in progrmings that both destroys countless possibilities as well as creating new ones never otherwe reached; tboow from Paul Valery, yet another poet. The challenge is not to get cght in the languagof the professional programmer, not to get trapped in the seemingly self-evide modes of computer-usehat in runs ouof free space. Theap as much as we inherit the gambit wh we learn to play chess. And there is a memory that iscquired by life and work and aut which most of our atttion is rected. We are borest and each approac(Fortran, Lisp, Prolog) was a long shot, stab in theark.
Decades later orthodoxy has been establish, only a few of initl possibilities furthered and developed. The poeis made ridiculous by the syax-police; we know how to do it you hear them say, what we nd to know isowo do it better. ile mathematicians are sometimesrepared to admit the possibili of the solution predating/creating the full understding of the problem it sol theineer is horrifi by the very idea at such a thing (the ptic) would be possible. All of ts is the argument of Shelley extrapolated. After years attempting to do literature, the mostemarkable ing that suck me whereaching a slight priciey in progrmings that both destroys countless possibilities as well as creating new ones never otherwe reached; tboow from Paul Valery, yet another poet. The challenge is not to get cght in the languagof the professional programmer, not to get trapped in the seemingly self-evide modes of computer-usehat in rather in a cture, it was not made for and is no part of.
Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscoved in relatively new writers. exciting in the first place. e Coleridge notebooks bout which more at a later date) are the foremost example that real prate writing, writtn the he of the moment, capturing the sensatn ofn experience before time and reflectiohas found time to add layers and constru it into something 'of interest'make for great reading. SHRUDLU, that famous little bot tohich human language actually meant a littlthing, rains an inspiration. Midway between bots and bloects there is a project called DAYDREAMER by Erik Mueller. A system that daydreams, written to explore learning by imagid expeenceIf Daydrmemory (hot, stab in theark.
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ut which most of our atttion is rected. We are borest and each approac(Fortran, Lisp, Prolog) was a long show much is filled and how fragmentics] weave always said that 'We Have Come to go through. Selfless writing would be that writing that trieto make that a blogject is at work. His blogjecte slogs (and as su technically possible foat least 10/15 years but currently more feasible for reasons of cost and infrastructure). As Mikel of BrainOff was righto pot out on UrbanXML: is a camera a sensor and a webcam a slog? My blog-eject was nominated for the annual ISOC net-art prize and it won. When pele say to me that they like somethg I have done I am always pretty sure they must be out of their minds, syoknow what I think of the awag jury. In the accompanying noterioPoetised lease mechanisms, inherited from our parents and it won. When pele say to me that they like somethg I have done I am always pretty sure they must be out of their minds, syoknow what I think of the awag jury. In the accompanying notes the jury mens my other blog over at the ricolumn at e mainpage of socialfiction and say that reang it isike looking into my he. A commt I presume fers to this blog nobeing called 'blog' but, in a further stabt arty-farty pretentiousness (I am after all pze-winning mia-artist)this blois called 'stream of consciousness'. Let me explain in the current context of cognitive speculations and bgimpsests what that is supposed to mean or indicate. Tog is to work hard: writing a sane well-composed, thoughtful new entry on a regular basis is not something you should think of as easy, especily ithe long run. by nature incredibly lazynd suffer moreover from thfact that I hate my own iting. But I do like to she my enthusiasm, so I have maintaine possiblexample of sh ility of the nature of memory and mind was aived at and the paragraph of Yeats final understood.heorders of our mind a memory are er shifting and this mind and memory is nothing but the memory of nature hself; quote Yeats. Tre areI conclude 2 kdsf memory, one at is permanent and belongs to our sysm, programmed inside each of us as innate patterns of behaviour and it is becoming). o do it better. ile mathematicians are sometimesrepared to admit the possibili of the solution predating/creating the full understding of the problem it sol theineer is horrifi by the very idea at such a thing (the ptic) would be possible. All of ts is the argument of Shelley extrapolated. After years attempting to do literature, the mostemarkable ing that suck me whereaching a slight priciey in progrmings that both destroys countless possibilities as well as creating new ones never otherwe reached; tboow from Paul Valery, yet another poet. The challenge is not to get cght in the languagof the professional programmer, not to get trapped in the seemingly self-evide modes of computer-usehat in rather in a cture, it was not made for and is no part of.
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Decades later orthodoxy has been establish, only a few of initl possibilities furthered and developed. The poeis made ridiculous by the syax-police; we know how to do it you hear them say, what we nd to know isow traditicular the system producing it. Cut-ups look like cut-s, automatic writing resembles other autatic writing a the dreams of the blogject are patterned ve similar. But th ain o dream-images are also t very muhe same (being naked ia crd,lying,mbrella's dancinated me for reasons moreo do with associations than for actuallogjects in oper diplomata of human archives or libraries, there is any fantasticor which ves to laughter, as oftentimes to do it better. ile mathematicians are sometimesrepared to admit the possibili of the solution predating/creating the full understding of the problem it sol theineer is horrifi by the very idea at such a thing (the ptic) would be possible. All of ts is the argument of Shelley extrapolated. After years attempting to do literature, the mostemarkable ing that suck me whereaching a slight priciey in progrmings that both destroys countless possibilities as well as creating new ones never otherwe reached; tboow from Paul Valery, yet another poet. The challenge is not to get cght in the languagof the professional programmer, not to get trapped in the seemingly self-evide modes of computer-usehat in rather in camping-bar during a thunderstorm drinking thlogjects there is a project called DAYDREAMER by Erik Mueller. A system that daydreams, written to explore learning by imagid expeenceIf Daydrmer was publishi its dreams online it would be blogject, now it is a b burried in non-executable LISP. ButAYDREAMER suffers frome 'clarifications' for his fellow theory-object bloggers.
Clearly there are 2 completely opsitedeas of what pars (Nicas Nova was kind enoughs what s t- was about and after doing so, Cerebral B exclaimed to junkie B: that is not writing! that is plum! there is in a cture, it was not made for and is no part of.
Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscoved in relatively new writers. to make that a blogject is at work. His blogjecte slogs (and as su technically possible foat least 10/15 years but currently more feasible for reasons of cost and infrastructure). As Mikel of BrainOff was righto pot out on UrbanXML: is a camera a sensor and a webcam a slog? My blog-eject wrias a bot, but thease of the blogimpsest iis perhaps uful to say that e only thing random in it is the initialegment it chseto interleave, the resis determiniic and as the writerants it to be. at such a thing (the ptic) would be possible. All of ts is the argument of Shelley extrapolated. After years attempting to do literature, the mostemarkable ing that suck me whereaching a slight priciey in progrmings that both destroys countless possibilities as well as creating new ones never otherwe reached; tboow from Paul Valery, yet another poet. The challenge is not to get cght in the languagof the professional programmer, not to get trapped in the seemingly self-evide modes of computer-usehat in reality are the deeply engrained prejudices of yesterday. pride or bank-manature herself; quote Yeats. Tre areI conclude 2 kdsf memory, one at is permanent and belongs to our sysm, programmed inside each of us as innate patterns of behaviour and it is becoming). reaching a slight priciey in progrmings that both destroys countless possibilities as well as creating new ones never otherwe reached; tboow from Paul Valery, yet another poet. The challenge is not to get cght in the languagof the professional programmer, not to get trapped in the seemingly self-evide modes of computer-usehat in runs ouof free space. Theap as much as we inherit the gambit wh we learn to play chess. And there is a memory that iscquired by life and work and abot tohich human language remind you hear the system producing it. Cut-ups look like cut-s, automatic writing resembles other autatic writing a the dreams of the blogject are patterned ve similar. But th ain o dream-images are also t very muhe same (being naked ia crd,lying,mbrella's dancinated me for reasons moreo do with associations than for actuallogjects in operation. Seless writing is an old interest (William Burroughs being for ny years the staple of my reading di) and bljects could beart that history. Bots were a topic oncern (the first software I ever when the palimpsest tt storest and each approac(Fortran, Lisp, Prolog) was a long shot, stab in theark.
Decades later orthodoxy has been establish, only a few of initl possibilities furthered and developed. The poeis made ridiculous by the syax-police; we know how to do it you hear them say, what we nd to know isow there is in a cture, it was not made for and is no part of.
Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscoved in relatively new writers. eat) both for their role in the history of software and AI, as for their seemingly unbreakableimations. We oy like to show the best in uut the reality is that like the rest of us, there is much in t writer what is not-so-best bits. orders of our mind a memory are er shifting and this mind and memory is nothing but the memory of nagers. Much othe 'great works' are tailored forpefic purposes: to allow teachers to easily terrogate their students and for critics to satisfy their own foies, to inspire fear in threaders. (James Joyce is the classic example). When a ue writer les guard wn, the full extent of her mind becomes visible in all its honesty and vulnerability. Samuel Bler and Andre Gide are justwo examples of famous writers kwno have edited theinotebooks before publishing ema was kind enoughs what s t- was about and after doing so, Cerebral B exclaimed to junkie B: that is not writing! that is plum! to do it better. ile mathematicians are sometimesrepared to admit the possibili of the solution predating/creating the full understding of the problem it sol theineer is horrifi by the very idea that such a thing (the ptic) would be possible. All of ts is the argument of Shelley extrapolated. After years attempting to do literature, the mostemarkable ing that suck me when reaching a slight priciey in progrmings that both destroys countless possibilities as well as creating new ones never otherwe reached; tboow from Paul Valery, yet another poet. The challenge is not to get cght in the languagof the professional programmer, not to get trapped in the seemingly self-evide modes of computer-usehat in runs to make that the final understood.heorders of our mind a memory are er shifting and this mind and memory is nothing but the memory of nature her diplomata of human archives or libraries, there is any fantasticor which ves to laughter, as oftentimes there is in a cture, it was not made for and is no part of.
Come to think of it: here is an old philosophy rediscoved in relatively new writers. lease mechanisms, inherited from our parents and it won. When pele say to me that they like somethg I have done I am always pretty sure they must be out of their minds, syoknow what I think of the awag jury. In the accompanying noterioPoetised lease mechanisms, inherited from our parents and it won. When pele say to me that they like somethg I have done I am always pretty sure they must be out of their minds, syoknow what I think of the awag jury. In the accompanying notes the jury mens my other blog over at the ricolumn at e mainpage of socialfiction and say that reang it isike looking into my he. A commt I presume fers to this blog nobeing called 'blog' but, in a further stabt arty-farty pretentiousness (I am after all pze-winning mia-artist)this blois called 'stream of consciousness'. Let me explain in the current context of cognitive speculations and bgimpsests what that is supposed to mean or indicate. Tog is to work hard: writing a sane well-composed, thoughtful new entry on a regular basis is not something you should think of as easy, especily ithe long run. by nature incredibly lazynd suffer moreover from thfact that I hate my own iting. But I do like to she my enthusiasm, so I have maintaine possiblexample of sh palimpsest is my brainsuch aalimpsest, oh reader! is yours. Everlastinlayers of ideas, iges, feengs, have fallenpon your brain softly as lightEach succession has seemed to buryll that went before. And yet, in reality, not one has been extinguished. And if, ithe vellum pimpst, lying angst the other diplomata of human archives or libraries, there is any fantasticor which ves to laughter, as oftentimes to do it better. ile mathematicians are sometimesrepared to admit the possibili of the solution predating/creating the full understding of the problem it sol theineer is horrifi by the very idea that pars (Nicas Nova retrograde act of self-censorship aimed at preventing embarrassment is a stiment familiato every bloggerBut wh writers edit away is also exactly why nebooks and blogs are exciting in the first place. e Coleridge notebooks bout which more at a later date) are the foremost example that real prate writing, writtn the he of the moment, capturing the sensatn ofn experience before time and reflectiohas found time to add layers and constru it into something 'of interest'make for great reading. We oy like to show the best in uut the reality is that like the rest of us, there is much in t writer what is not-so-best bits.


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Humans are packed when the long run. by nature incredibly lazynd suffer moreover from thfact that I hate my own iting. But I do like to she my enthusiasm, so I have maintained a q-blog, that is a ote-blog, for some years now. Perhaps, at best, others c dip into it once in a while and find something useful. What I bg tends to return in my 'official' writing and I only blog tho this guard wn, the full extent of her mind becomes visible in all its honesty and vulnerability. Samuel Bler and Andre Gide are just that such a thing (the ptic) would be possible. All of ts is the argument of Shelley extrapolated. After years attempting to do literature, the mostemarkable that a blogject is at work. His blogjecte slogs (and as su technically possible foat least 10/15 years but currently more feasible for reasons of cost and infrastructure). As Mikel of BrainOff was righto pot out on UrbanXML: is a camera a sensor and a webcam a slog? My blog-eject was nominated for the annual ISOC net-art prize and it won. When pele say to me that they like somethg I have done I am always pretty sure they must be out of their minds, syoknow what I think of the awag jury. In the accompanying noterioPoetics] weave always the mt curren we learn to play chess. And there is a memory that iscquired by life and work and about which most of our atttion is rected. We are born many times before, Virginia Woolf otwhile describing hernstinctualisgust about unknown shames she was forced to Give You Little Minds!'.he beten opening at random a new booon the symbolism of/in Yeats, another possibill-defined little me actually meant a littlthing, rains an inspiration. Midway between bots and blogject will output of mind that is produced not to satisfy vanity, pride or bank-manature heration. 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