oh...just me: March 2005 Archives

Kathy sent this link to the game, Nomic, the point of which is to change the rules. Maybe I'll get to play it this summer? I think it could be fascinating to observe/participate in a setting in which one cannot rely on the rules staying the same. Could be quite the mind-f*ck, eh?

Of course, I'm all about changing the rules. :-) No wonder I stress folks out so much, sometimes. But I like certain rules to stay the same too - so the art of change, perhaps, is flexing with the flow of each other's static and fluid rule systems?

What's up with livejournal?

I'm a gonna find out . . .

Liminality. Who will I be? Who do I want to be?

In LinguaMoo I want to be rewind. (I wanted to be endless reflexivity but it wouldn't accept that - I think I needed an underscore. Oh well. rewind is better.)

In pmc2 - a different space. How do these relate to each other? LinguaMoo is e-theory...experimentation and application of/with theory (or so I gather...)

pmc2 is ... for play? Or, perhaps, for plurking? (although I wager such is welcome in LinguaMoo, too).

Careen gave me a load of guidance the other day. I have framed it (epistemologically) as preparation for the vernal equinox today, although I've been catching whiffs for the past two weeks.

"It is the moment in time that will always be the signature that validates a shift from dormancy to regeneration. It is the moment when the curtain rises on a new performance of natureís metamorphosis."

The precise moment when day and night were balanced at 12 hours each was at 7:33 this morning (EST). Which is awfully dang close to when I woke up! :-)

ìHow we come to speak ëspontaneouslyí, within the limits of the categories of thought which exist outside us and which can more accurately be said to think usî (30).

Through language, "the same social relation can be differently represented and construedî (36).

Stuart Hall. The problem of ideology: Marxism without guarantees. 1986.

I just finished an amazing team interpreting job with someone who does healing work as well.

Interesting, as we were hanging out before the job began, she asked if I was tired....turns out she had read my energy as "withdrawn."

This clip from the "Museum of Media History" reminds me of that book (by David Mamet, but not the famous playwright?) I couldn't finish because it was too weird. Actually, the concept wasn't weird, it was an illustration of what historians do, trying to piece together the (or a) "story" about something that happened when only bits of the archival record remain.

According to John Laprise's posting to the AoIR list, the clip "presents a great futurist history peering at where the Internet is going." The art of it is (given my newfound "understanding" gleaned from Darian Leader) the empty and confused (poorly transmitted) places, the passages of temporal (mis)transmission that (en)force silence and waiting. Anticipation and impatience fill this time-space of nothing, capturing that which we don't usually perceive - the headlong rush of activity and momentum.

This "light, little book" that Briankle assigned us for pleasure and a change of pace is striking me heavy. It's fascinating, and fun, as some of my colleagues have said. And... its full of resonance for me - so many overlaps with my last relationship and the extended circle of "friends."

Stealing the Mona Lisa: What Art Stops Us From Seeing, by Darian Leader, has taught me more about art (to which I've "come late", as I once said to the FP, not all that long ago) than anything else I've ever read or heard or discussed.

Honestly, I don't know where I am, except that I'm suspended amid a triangle of the near nihilist, the unitarian universalist, and the cosmic multidimensional spacetime traveler.

No, I'm not joking! :-/ Meanwhile.................................. sigh