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so inside gallery walls things appear to have materialised from the ether, so to speak, that special feeling of The Unknowable Source, or anyhow,
the gallery walls are contextualised in such a way that the recontextualising of objects that exist within them is not allowed to complete its transitions.
but that is all old hat, worn by the wide-eyed young and the absent rich.
so then you have the same interruptive-process occurring for certain people on objects outside of that space, frequently (everyone has Left Paris). although it is impossible to know: is the increased frequency simply a matter of increased availability of records, or elsewise still a matter of observer bias? almost certainly, but through/without the lens of technoshock we must strive to see the occurence as it is, resulting from a combination of several factors, in order to understand how to reproduce the occurrence in an effort to spread its power. of course it is possible if not innevitable that many if not all factors may be identified incorrectly, yet many possible factors have made themselves apparent to my mind some of which i will mention below1 and infinitely more are as yet variously both known-by-others and unknown
when the interruptive-process does occur outside of those walls it gifts its user with the known-context of “human being with a workable symbology of oppositions” through which to see the objects they encounter inside the walls.
this is the skeleton key of endless spirals. it too is old hat but the hat remains one-size-fits-all. the most useful hat to ever put on anything’s head and easily available in any language at any time.
this the cyclical shift in power, and may the ever-breeding rats see fit to drown the ship’s cat. murals, window dressings, a shared hall on every street.
"movements" that is revolutions of understanding occur in this temporal environment "delocalised", "numbed" to the world stage2, and apparently in much faster succession than ever before, yet a man still must live the same number of days, and breathe the same, and reach the same plateaus.
1- the choices of recontextualisation that image-workers are forced to make being now the very-public choices of the many (which produces pockets of fervent and fruitful rapid transitions),
the power of the image being blown abundant into the hands of the many,
the shifting tides of history and sudden influxes of information making neat work of previously-held convictions.
2- to the world stage only. on the level of the human being emotional navigation remains the only possible method of navigation, and i think the machine, which runs not by direct index but through crowd-records of intuitive choices, will enter only further into this bargain and that a call from the void to the user for a numbed non-response may become increasingly rare if not entirely impossible. dopamine being that which supports the machine and feedback loops being the principle by which etc.
I am repeating myself.
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just think how handy all this big data will be to yahoo’s for-hire marketing subsidiaries once pattern recognition on image use becomes as efficient as it is for text use. in terms of the prediction/manipulation of desires. i mean boy how often do i wish i had access to all that data just to watch it! that’s the first thing i thought of when i heard and i’m betting it’s gibson’s fault that it came to mind immediately. then i checked out the shoddy wikipedia list of their subsidiaries and they are indeed already operating on that front. saying this because i just saw one of their statements about the takeover on the dashboard and the language use seemed to confirm that as a motivation.
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I was having palpitations and then I lay down and I closed my eyes and when I opened them a switch had flipped and suddenly every solution was presented to me in a string of coherent thought-projections (imagined actions with concurrent evaluative feelings and demonstrative wordforms), the delivery of which made me gasp at their aptness, and the thoughts “the endless collisions in the endless spirals, deathwork” and “everything is a just a big old bulge in the denim of space time, I am a GENIUS lol” which as I write that last clause half started to sound out with a series of electronic wobbles, which I’m pretty sure was meant to be an elaborate joke played on me by my inner ears. Now enough clowning around, the ground is set for me, I have work to do. There is no reason for habits but for that we grow to think that there is reason for habits, but more power to that I say because without habits nothing gets done. There is no nonsense in nonsense but for sense itself. I gross myself out but it’s ok this way cause im an atheist who is full of god which essentially means that I don’t believe in humans. Don’t look at me I’m just the narrator ba dum ba dum ch. hahahhahahah pick some laughs, any laughs, any laughs you like. I’m eating jammie dodgers for dinner tonight.
i’m shivering but i’m not cold.
i’m not saying i’m not worthy of contempt in the courts of naturalised law.
i bought my sister some rings from new look for her birthday and she gave me one of them. it’s a pair of angel wings and i wear it on my thumb, on my other hand i have a ring my grandad bought for my nan.
it’s really just about remembering that i am capable of “typing”(read: inputting output) in all situations, which is difficult to do since i don’t really think that mavis beacon teaches typing made me learn the skill any faster than i would have had i learned it without such software, which itself would have remained conditional on whether i was aware that i could type things at will somewhere anyway, i suppose for the correct keyboard posture a health and safety worksheet would have done or just some other basic instruction, not that i wasn’t given instruction. mavis beacon teaches typing just taught me to worry all the time about being slow and inadequate. my parents tried to counteract that but i think mavis beacon teaches typing and swimming coaches yelling at me really shoved me quite neatly into that particular box. the box where one of a person’s dominant fears being a fear of failure stunts their growth. it’s a huge, huge box, it has to accomadate a great many people.
file under books i haven’t read but might do someday, btw nerds. you wanted to see how i talk to myself, well here it is folks, i talk to myself in sounds, sights, and potential communiques because that’s how it works, it’s not my fault i am contemptible. if i don’t tell anyone what i’ve seen and do what i think i should do well then i’m just a thousand bouncy balls bouncing round a barge enni.
SET YOURSELF ON FIRE FOR THE CAUSE.
SELF IMMOLATE HARMLESSLY FOR THE SHEER CAUSALITY.
that’s enough jammie dodgers for me
Note to self: if you’re ever accidentally around when there’s a mass killing or an explosion please please please don’t try to prove to everyone that you’re sooo jaaded by imagess by failing to have a bodily reaction, because that would surely set loose the aimless dogs of reddit to gnaw on your web presence and your web presence would make you look quite un-stable or shall we say “radical" to an unstable eye hunting for "madmen". terrifying spectre of the maleable court of the land does not look kindly on humour, not even the jokes of children.
Ladies and Gentlemen we’d all like to remind you that this is satire.
the following image is a demonstration of satire:
WOW, GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCH : RADICAL 90S
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?
no but really, google it. i’m gonna take screenshots.
Guilt, therefore, I do not acknowledge; and if I did, it is possible that I might still resolve on the present act of confession in consideration of the service which I may thereby render to the whole class of opium-eaters. But who are they? Reader, I am sorry to say a very numerous class indeed. Of this I became convinced some years ago by computing at that time the number of those in one small class of English society (the class of men distinguished for talents, or of eminent station) who were known to me, directly or indirectly, as opium-eaters; such, for instance, as the eloquent and benevolent —-, the late Dean of —-, Lord —-, Mr. —- the philosopher, a late Under-Secretary of State (who described to me the sensation which first drove him to the use of opium in the very same words as the Dean of —-, viz., “that he felt as though rats were gnawing and abrading the coats of his stomach”), Mr. —-, and many others hardly less known, whom it would be tedious to mention. Now, if one class, comparatively so limited, could furnish so many scores of cases (and that within the knowledge of one single inquirer), it was a natural inference that the entire population of England would furnish a proportionable number. The soundness of this inference, however, I doubted, until some facts became known to me which satisfied me that it was not incorrect. I will mention two. (1) Three respectable London druggists, in widely remote quarters of London, from whom I happened lately to be purchasing small quantities of opium, assured me that the number of amateur opium-eaters (as I may term them) was at this time immense; and that the difficulty of distinguishing those persons to whom habit had rendered opium necessary from such as were purchasing it with a view to suicide, occasioned them daily trouble and disputes. This evidence respected London only. But (2)—which will possibly surprise the reader more—some years ago, on passing through Manchester, I was informed by several cotton manufacturers that their workpeople were rapidly getting into the practice of opium-eating; so much so, that on a Saturday afternoon the counters of the druggists were strewed with pills of one, two, or three grains, in preparation for the known demand of the evening. The immediate occasion of this practice was the lowness of wages, which at that time would not allow them to indulge in ale or spirits, and wages rising, it may be thought that this practice would cease; but as I do not readily believe that any man having once tasted the divine luxuries of opium will afterwards descend to the gross and mortal enjoyments of alcohol, I take it for granted
That those eat now who never ate before;
And those who always ate, now eat the more.
Indeed, the fascinating powers of opium are admitted even by medical writers, who are its greatest enemies. Thus, for instance, Awsiter, apothecary to Greenwich Hospital, in his “Essay on the Effects of Opium” (published in the year 1763), when attempting to explain why Mead had not been sufficiently explicit on the properties, counteragents, &c., of this drug, expresses himself in the following mysterious terms (φωναντα συνετοισι): “Perhaps he thought the subject of too delicate a nature to be made common; and as many people might then indiscriminately use it, it would take from that necessary fear and caution which should prevent their experiencing the extensive power of this drug, for there are many properties in it, if universally known, that would habituate the use, and make it more in request with us than with Turks themselves; the result of which knowledge,” he adds, “must prove a general misfortune.” In the necessity of this conclusion I do not altogether concur; but upon that point I shall have occasion to speak at the close of my Confessions, where I shall present the reader with the moral of my narrative.
the sad part is that i now have to get to doing the work that i planned out before i started to write this.
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welp, while tumblr was down i managed to dredge out the what that was missing from the big old wall display that’s in the making
woop de fuckin doop
i don’t get why my brain forced me to struggle to write it in my own words instead of letting me look for and pinch quotes that say the same thing but i’m sure it’ll tell me at some point
it’s stylised to no canonical style and wert and art are technically incorrect but given that it’s a scrambled recording and that it really must remain as it is you’ll forgive me right.
oh yeah ok that’s why thanx brain you forgetful little shit, you were literally on the same thread a minute ago and you couldn’t make yourself do what that part of the thread was telling you to do so you wouldn’t remind me of the essence of it in a sensible way just now either
oh dear sweet crunklord the way i’m anthropomorphosiing you’d think i don’t exist anywhere but out me fingers. wink. -_- (non-erotic erotic)
i really should just go curl up and read like i was going to when i made this hot water bottle half an hour ago
what i was trying to do before i realised tumblr was back up but couldn’t because i couldn’t think of a way to introduce it was that i was going to show it to mo. so, now i’ve introduced it right… dear mo, i am
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dear search engines, you know what computers are in need of far more than they’re in need of being physically joined to the face-space of our eyes?
a stronger focus on indexing as opposed to the current practise of just simply offering ‘what they think the user wants' (also known as the 'should-want, would-want-if could-want-if-offerred’ style of categorisation), which would carry with it a good, solid sort of increased input on our part with regards to exploring our knowledge repositories.
like if i type in the name of an artist; i want links to a range of indexes which then offer links to a range of pages containing a version of the ‘possible objects’ depicted by the index.
i am aware that there are things to type to reach the indexes that do exist but to put it bluntly, currently i feel fortunate that i can maintain my good habits because otherwise frankly they’re so often sparse that it’s a struggle to bother when there is so much other entertainment on offer.
if i want to search for six different ways lots of people have searched for the popular videos i’ll search “popular videos for ___, most frequent search bar entries” thanks. other than that you should just be showing me related index titles.
if the little
bureaucracyfiling cabinet does not have the same face everywhere it goes, well then, i just don’t know what will happen.
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ok i’m going into depth incase anyone reads me wrong
i’m not saying that colour transitions aren’t important or interesting or beautiful, what i’m saying is that they can happen naturally aswell as rigidly (although the patterns may be more difficult to trace when they are not rigid) and that they aren’t the most important thing.
it is good to build chains of posts so i will give some advice based on what i know. too many people don’t seem to be aware of these simple techniques but they appear to be used by a lot of the people i follow, and by many blogs i’ve seen but don’t follow.
despite the fact that loads of people are aware of these protrix, many new users appear initially unaware that patterns subtler than their own intentions are at work within the stream, and that these subtler patterns too can be utilised. and, fittingly, many users remain unaware of these things.
so, some tips, or ‘reminders’ for the pros
unintended patterns will always appear.
you will not always fully understand your own intentions at the point of posting, at the point of viewing, nor is total-understanding-alarm guaranteed at any time afterwards. accordingly, neither will your followers, and you yourself as a reader will never fully understand the intentions/perspective of the blogs you follow.
however, composite-understanding must always be developed, moved forward, inspected, reshaped.
if you want to keep a colour flow- try the trick that if you’ve got multiple strikingly different colours in a picture that means you can then switch colours after that picture like it’s a pivot, and then try further natural extensions/recombinations of that perspective, which are best discovered through play.
remember that themes, contexts, faces, and textures also serve as linking points
and that things can link in reverse- like mirror image/counterbalance- in contrast. contrast is a link in itself.
things can look completely different and act in completely different ways and still be joined up/knitted together
all blogs have thematic consistencies because they are joined by the structures of their input eg. blogger, ofc.
it’s good to play with and inspect these things if you’re working on your blog as an aesthetic object or ‘investigatory tool’, and also it’s ok if your stream squabbles with itself.
i just say this because if colour transitions were all i noticed and sought to cultivate on my blog then blogging would afford me the same satisfaction i got from playing farmville or making my sims water their plants. so, y’know, i get it, but the people who shake the cobwebs out of the rainbow and make it do the splits are having a lot more fun.
additionally, these are good things to look for when you’re picking what blogs to follow because the presence of these elements usually ensures that insight can be found and that gradual change will occur.
"i like the television but it scares me" they said.
i feel “the space is too far gone to be worth transforming”* a lot
but the feeling only applies itself to things interacted with while afk
maybe it shouldn’t apply to anything at all
q)”how rigid is a rigid structure?”
a)”how deep are your jails”
*read: attempting transformation upon/with
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