in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything, in all time and all space with all of us, and everything,

For my final I am generating the myth of myths. Though it is no longer widely believed that the earth is a flat disc held up by four elephants, the question of infinite regression is just as relevant and fun to think about as it ever was. If our universe began, and other theories posit that it did. Then there was something that caused the universe to begin, which begs the question, what caused the first cause? and so on.

The structure of the poem is as follows:

a turtle in a turtle in a turtle in a turtle in the mind of a turtle that we cannot relate by any means, all we know is that everything and all of us in all time and all space is in a turtle etc.

the basic element of the title : in all time and all space, with all of us, and everything

is taken from a Hazmat Mondine song called bahamut which you can see here.

download code

Poem:

enclosed in an unfathomable auburn hollow, which balances perilously on the brow of an immense sun streaked tortuga, whose knotted and knurled claws are firmly grasping the sides of seven craggy bluffs, that emerge from a bare and wasted field of still-smoldering, darker than yesterday is grime, and the field is resting tangentially on top of a minuscule emaciated black as regret dogwood tree, that emerges from the breath of a boundless flesh colored stag, with 19 horns that cast thunder the color of a forgotten moment, the stag’s hooves are balancing on top of a single gram of lead, which ebbs in the dreams of the tortuga, like a seed in the sky, no tale can tell the tortuga, all we know is that it drifts perpetually in all time and all space with all of us, and everything

within a vast ochre ravine, which floats carelessly on the back of a pondering darker than night giant squid, whose knotted and knurled appendages are firmly clenching the tops of nine collapsing cliffs, that emerge from an arid plane of stale putrid sun streaked ash, and the plane is resting tangentially on top of a minuscule starved burning red crab apple tree, that emerges from the breath of a vast whiter than white goat, with 50 eyes that cast lightning the color of a summers day, the goat’s hooves are poised on top of a single gram of gold, which lingers in the forgotten thoughts of the giant squid, like a fact in the mind, no voice can ever sing of the giant squid, all we know is that it ebbs forever in all time and all space with all of us, and everything

within an unfathomable burgundy nothingness, which rests hazardly on a single hair of a limitless flesh colored elephant, whose deformed and leathery appendages are firmly gripping the sides of nine collapsing cliffs, that emerge from a desolate field of listless reeking imperceptibly neutral grey cinders, and the field is resting precariously on top of a minuscule fragile imperceptibly neutral grey crab apple tree, that emerges from the brow of a boundless whiter than white raven, with 48 heads that breathe thunder the color of a lover’s memory, the raven’s talons are resting on top of a single gram of ore, which floats in the dreams of the elephant, like a mote of dust, the pen cannot describe the elephant, all we know is that it errs for all time in all time and all space with all of us, and everything

surrounded in an insurmountable vermillion cave, ensconced haphazardly on the crown of a boundless, burning red whale, whose knotted and knurled fins are steadfastly fixed to the summits of seven decaying bluffs, that accend from a bone dry field of listless rancid burning red ash, and the field is resting tangentially on top of a minuscule and starved imperceptibly neutral grey myrtle tree, that emerges from the crown of an unfathomable sun streaked boar, with 19 horns that scatter lightning the color of a lost horizon, the boar’s hooves are settled on top of a single gram of sulfur, which hovers in the forgotten thoughts of the whale, like a mote of dust, no tale can tell of the whale, all we know is that it floats perpetually in all time and all space with all of us, and everything

ringed in a giant ultramarine canyon, which meanders on the tip of the tail of a gargantuan flesh colored jelly fish, whose scaly appendages are unflinchingly clenching the sides of nine crumbling ravines that emerge from a vapid breadth of stale smoldering blood red ash, and the breadth is resting precariously on top of a minuscule emaciated whiter than white crab apple tree, that emerges from the tip of the tail of a boundless burning red ox, with 60 mouths that scatter stars the color of a forgotten moment, the ox’s hooves are poised on top of a single gram of lead, which hovers in the thoughts of the jelly fish, like a fleck of sand, no voice can ever sing of the jelly fish, all we know is that it floats eternally in all time and all space with all of us, and everything

[note I deleted a word somewhere in there and added an “and”  :]
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search for the soul of kochei

The soul of kochei the deathless is balanced in an eye of a needle inside an egg, in a goose, in a hare, in a trout, that swims in the river beyond the river styx.

There are other versions of this tale, sometimes the hare is buried in a trunk beneath the tree of life. Sometimes it is balanced on the top of a pin.

The story always struck me as a fascinating recursion, as many things in russian folklore are. Magical lands tend to be located beyond thirty times lands and fertility dolls nest within each other endlessly. To this end, here is a short video of a program that runs on a loop, searching for the sould of kochei.

http://vimeo.com/22527503

April 17, 2011 | Comments Off on search for the soul of kochei  Tags: , , ,

links of things that inspire me for thesis

vj theory [blog]

remix theory [blog]

the best revenge [artist site]

dk [freestyle]

andrea fraser [crush]

unknown quantities [by Peter Galison and Caroline A. Jones, Artforum Nov. 2010]

bitch mutant manifesto [by normal C-alas]

making of movie, true blood credits [digital kitchen]

January 30, 2011 | Comments Off on links of things that inspire me for thesis  Tags: , ,

6 things about music that make the heart beat faster

[1] it says the things I cannot say

[2] it takes you out of your immediate environment

[3] lyrical phrases, musical phrases, phrases within phrases

[4] its on the brink of anticipation

[5] it moves at the beat of your heart

[6] it ends where it started

November 11, 2010 | Comments Off on 6 things about music that make the heart beat faster  Tags: ,

Afternoon at the Met

our assignment for participatory art was to make an intervention in an art institution.

Mark, Alex and I went to the Met. Alex and I considered how the ascension point to the temple/closet of art was already spun by street performers outside, who effectively turned it into an amphitheater.

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Then we made a pilgrimage all together to a relic of museum intervention made by a friend as I impartially watched in High School. It was a mandala made out of different color chewing gum on the side of the museum. They never clean the South Wall it seems.

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Then I licked a Rodin, because I have the best taste in art.

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While Alex took a nap:

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And Mark indulged in an audio tour:

Afterwards we had a brief moment of meditation in one of the church rooms of the museum, to soak it all in.

It was a very pleasant afternoon at the museum.

October 22, 2010 | Comments Off on Afternoon at the Met  Tags: , ,

temporary post for understanding networks

Physical interface to networked game: I thought it would be funny to control our network game by punching it, I made a pillow whos left side you could punch to move left, and right side you could punch to move right.

Mapping Assignment: I made a map of the jumps it took me to get to the various parliament sites of governments of countried in which I have lived. The file got corrupted when I lost my drive, recovery will be made when time allows.

Restian assignment:

Definition From Wikipedia:

Representational State Transfer (REST) is a style of software architecture for distributed hypermedia systems such as the World Wide Web. REST-style architectures consist of clients and servers. At any particular time, a client can either be in transition between application states or “at rest”. A client in a rest state is able to interact with its user, but creates no load and consumes no per-client storage on the set of servers or on the network.  REST uses existing features of the HTTP protocol, and thus allows existing layered proxy and gateway components to perform additional functions on the network such as HTTP caching and security enforcement.

I am working on a limited agency telepresence project that uses AJAX to write information to a file that controls a puppet through a web browser. The link is here: http://www.no-exceptions.com/no-body/swi.php

When a user click on the button for “turn left” or “turn right” a number is written to a text file using POST which is then read by a locally connected telepresence device for agency by the user who initiated the POST in the first place. This is all done without navigating away from the control page. Feedback of the success of the button press is monitored through an open skype session, running in parallel, that is connected to the computer with the tethered puppet.

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pictures of the puppets from maker faire. You can make a skin for them out of paper to give them perdonality, for when you inhabit them via telepresence.

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the back of a skinless “shy” model

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front of the skinless “shy” robot

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front of the robot whos only agency is to swivel his body from 0 to 180 degrees.

October 5, 2010 | Comments Off on temporary post for understanding networks  Tags: ,

Answer a question with a graph

Last week were asked to answer a question with a graph. We were supposed to graph something with information coming from a sensor. Eventually I will do an extensive study with the mindflex, since I have a big project up in the air with it. The graphing system for that is here (Eric’s graph):

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currently I was thinking of this as a design project, since a graph needs to communicate information in a precise way. The visual structure of graphs determine the way in which they are interpreted as much as their content.

Check out the Mismeasure of Man by Stephen Jay Gould, and  Tufte’s Beautiful Evidence for some good backstory on the subject.

Based on that assumption I decided to make two graphs of contradictions, one of consumables that are fuel (ie the food I buy everyday) and the other of amount of Jet Fuel I burn to travel to festivals of interactive art and new media and stuff like that every year.

Temporary Image:

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September 30, 2010 | Comments Off on Answer a question with a graph  Tags: , , ,

Assignment n˚2

For the second assignment of Rest of you we had to make or use) two sensors, an outward pointing one, and an inward pointing one, and log their output for as long as possible.

My outward pointing sensor was to draw every night the things I see right before falling asleep. It is a stretch to say that these things are outward pointing, but they are perceived as being exterior.

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The inward pointing sensor was a heart sensor made from an led, a resistor and a ldsr affecting a recorded piece of music (The Age of Aquarius), this is then broadcast to 88.1 fm, from whence anyone in a range of 100 meters can tune in and record the audio, thus creating a log. I futzed around with this combination until the ldsr had enough variance from the light changing around my finger (theoretically the blood flowing in and out) to be noticeable by the human ear as rythmic. I think that an interesting and noticeable effect has been achieved, but I need a professional grade heart sensing device to pit my data against to be sure that that is the information we are hearing and not the projections of our own desires to believe.

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September 21, 2010 | Comments Off on Assignment n˚2  Tags: , , ,

Rest of You assignment N˚1.2

We were asked to create a “smooth sensor” and pipe it into processing through arduino.

A sensor is a material input, that can give information (signal) to (in our case) an arduino which maps the sensor’s values into numbers from 0 to 1023 or 0 to 255 depending. This early in the game and already we have mapping, ie an arbitrary set of values imposed on information to make it digestible, ie smooth.

That said I will carry on.

An ldsr sensor is a light sensor that provides the arduino with analog values. For these values to be smooth we need smooth input. I connected an led to PWM pin 9 of the arduino. I am manually controlling its brightness with “smooth” values from a potentiomenter connected to analog pin 5 of the arduino. To isolate the sensor and the led (for ensured smoothness) I shrinkwrapped the two in a black, lightsafe tube. A smooth sensor is one in a feedback loop, controlled by means inherent to the system it is in. To “prove” this, I am sending the ldsr output to the serial monitor. The presence of processing in this system seems superflous given the circumstances.

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For and example of a smooth sensor from 1963 see Hans Haacke’s condensation cube: http://web.mit.edu/mmj4/www/downloads/papers.pdf

September 14, 2010 | Comments Off on Rest of You assignment N˚1.2  Tags: , ,

rest of you assignment n˚1

We were asked to respond to the following paper: http://www.julianjaynes.org/pdf/jaynes_consciousness-voices-mind.pdf

The paper makes baseline assumptions on what the human experience of consciousness might be like, re sensory interpretation and externalization.  If this allows someone to have valuable discourse on the subject, I suppose it served its purpose. The paper can be interpreted using a variety of critical methods, from analytical logic, to a Markxist break down of why it was written in the first place.

I was diagnosed with dislexia at a young age. This is a convenient term, a yard stick, to keep track of a human being in society with standardized systems of communication and infrastructure. I have to re-invent the universe from scratch everytime I make a move or utterance. This is because my experience is disjointed at best, my sense of time irregular. Illusions assume truth, but truth assumes a baseline. Perhaps there is a baseline among human beings, what people call universal meaning, that holy grail art often chases after. Or perhaps that is a disbelief we suspend for the sake of functionality.

To catch a passing impression of my self, is a fleeting and temporary insight to my own past experience. To catch a passing impression of another is impossible. But it is possible to send and receive smoke signals. Externalizations of impressions if you will. These externalizations are dissociated, and reductive, but they allow us to keep stop lights changing color and satellites in the air, they give us poetry and art. They allow the “insane” to be functionally insane, socially acceptable members of the ant colony that is humanity. It is disbelief that we all suspend in order to create infrastructure, society, culture, consciousness.

The other is a concept that lies just over an infinite abyss of endless void, and is impossible to comprehend with tools such as language and mental models, terms such as consciousness. That said, these things are very good smoke signals, that get us very far in cooperation, collaboration, solidarity, very useful practices, for, while I have no proof that there is a reality, there is strong evidence and corroboration for it, and so the continuance and enjoyment of this experience that we call life seems like a good move, from my perspective.

September 13, 2010 | Comments Off on rest of you assignment n˚1  Tags: ,

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