In the spirit of encouraging connectedness (I’ll refrain from scare quotes or anything else that might be misconstrued as irony for the duration of this entire post and hereby swear to utilize such symbols with the care and respect they deserve): I want to reach out to you all and thank you for the events leading to my exquisite death.
In addition, I would like to invite you and anyone else that you think might benefit from a sense of connectedness or disconnection this 4th of July, to join me in celebration, by participation or nonparticipation, in spirit or in meat-space! (1)
PS – I genuinely want to thank EVERYONE involved in the collaborative construction of this unfolding story. I will refrain from naming True Names but will instead, point toward a post-singular afterward. My mind reels at what feels like the possible breadth and depth of this and related stories, but I am conscious that I cannot necessarily trust in the veracity of intuition, such things I have learned, are (easily?) manipulated. (Literally as I type 4:30 PM PST, I cannot believe what I hear emanating from a Tube nearby, the voice of Ellen Degeneres mapping so perfectly onto elements of this story’s structure that I can hardly believe my ears!?! I might have finally lost my mind, but occasionally, and luckily, it seems that some people help me find it every now and then.) Happily, I recall a quote from a passage in one of the links above, “… when a problem seems hopelessly complicated, there always can be hope. But, when a problem is hopelessly simple, there can’t be any hope at all.” Not unlike the insinuated continuation in the successive frames of Johns’ flags above, we always face whatever is coming next, gladly, the frames within frames appear, to my eye, to be converging toward a limit rather than expanding beyond all hope (but this itself is a clear matter of choice once one recognizes that there is nothing to indicate that the implication is one of uniform convergence, rather than endless expansion, except perhaps that that latter interpretation results in hitting a wall).
PPS – To my eye, the willingness of Rucker to expose sources, notes and methodology is both generous and instructive. With genuine respect to the Afterward above (an essay with themes that I have only begun a cursory exploration of), I imagine that new ideas will only open up with deliberate, repetitive, disciplined attempts to understand its meaning. Of course this requires, at times, compliance, especially in order to organize collaboration, but it seems to also involve autonomy, private reflection and the understanding that there is a responsibility to think about the potential consequences and effects possibly caused by the transmission of your ideas before just mindlessly tossing them out into the world of discourse. Mindful of this, I think I’ll keep some of the varied continuations of this story to myself (as much is possible that is, the growth of an excessive beard (from my mere stubble), driven by an infatuation with privacy, has not yet motivated me to transform my insecurity into a formidable set of skills, ownership of air-gapped computers, etc.).
PPPS – The works “linked” from this message (e.g. True Names by Vernor Vinge and the Afterward by Marvin Minsky, while containing meaningful connections and context are NOT covered under the CC license below, this disclaimer extends to images of Jasper Johns’ “flag paintings“, and their cultural context as well.)
(1) W/r/t this invitation… Use it for whatever purpose you want. (It is even licensed! Creative Commons – Free Culture) Please add additional meaning to this message, delete meaning, involve additional parties, focus the recipients, take off that hot sweater, put someone on… freely forward or circulate this or derivative works around, or not, to friends enemies and neutral parties – anyone who feels like a reduction in isolation or an increase in it, a sense of friendship and kindness or lack thereof, a willingness to act crazy or a fear of it (neurotic or practical), an ability to forgive others or a steadfast inability to (that is to forgive or not forgive: for peoples’ own ways of experiencing or failing to experience, for acting crazy, or for remaining perfectly sane (in a world in which everyone is mad or in a sea of reason(s))), a desire to share or an inability to, from wanting to hide all the way the spectrum through vomiting *TMI* on the daily, those who take comfort in THE FACTOR, or perhaps CRASS, or those that prefer their unspun spinors spinned back unspun, the sprung, the fed-back and controlled, those who believe in rights, the rights of spring, writes of passage, … , those that participate intentionally, under duress or stress (hard or soft) in the vapid or idiotic, as well as perfectly rational actors that, if the world were composed entirely of them, would breath new life into that HF-beaten dead horse: the Efficient Market Hypothesis, any anybody or nobody, (ir)regardless of body type, for those who endlessly (and idiotically?) search for connection, for those who refrain, those who want to be down or grow up, get down or up-rock, absolutely anyone (irregardless [sic.] of age, race, sexual orientation, the ability or inability to manipulate media (excitable, social, …), LBGT, TGIF, #NSA, NRA, #CIA, CADAC, TRM, TFR, AA, NA, …) the anonymous or the folks that “let it all hang out”, gentlemen, scholars, miscreants, cretins, geniuses, the average, the below and the above, the big and the small, the sensitive and the insensitive, the ballers and shot callers, G.O.D., GOD and GAWD, stubbled freaks and bearded phreaks, users of both VI and EMACS, haters, players and playa-haters, gamers and the gamed, those that recognize and then some, and everyone who celebrates loofa day in their own special way. Perhaps some of us are working on the same things? Perhaps some of us are working through or around each other? In a completely un-corny way we should all be so lucky to explore such things to the best of our ability without the fear of being mistreated but, one might hope, always asking the best of ourselves, our friends, our detractors and all the others.
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