In a more philosophical mode, we envision the goal of this branch of science as showing how the core of intermediary metabolism is a necessary consequence of galactic processes giving rise to some distribution of the elements of the periodic table, which under the right geochemical boundary conditions generate an autocatalytic network of chemicals capable of emerging subsequently through a series of transitions into more complex molecules and structures: the fourth geosphere.
Thus he may be Mighty-Hunter,
or Man-Afraid-of-a-Bear,
according as he is called by friend or enemy,
I mean I must not forget that at certain times when my headaches were raging I had an intense longing to make another human being suffer by hitting him in exactly the same part of his forehead. So yes,
Everything starts from Miso soup, good morning!
Miso soup is made of shiny spider web
Life begins with Amazon ocean
Grand Canyon ends with God-like Odysseus
His great grandson shall be Dharma bum
Your great gran’ma shall be rattlesnake
Rattle snake is seed of meditation
Meditation seed of pumpkin pie
Pumpkin mother of sacred mushroom
Mushroom father of God
God grows with galaxy
Galaxy is a stolen diamond
Last night my turkey vulture ate it
Tomorrow I fly to
Tomorrow I fly to
Tomorrow I fly to
Tomorrow I fly to
Tomorrow I fly to
Tomorrow I fly to
Tomorrow I fly to
This is right outta the French Enlightenment. With its many small vents, this particular type of electric meter happened to be identical to one that had been just down the street from my childhood home. So, I made a quick sample of the drone it was emitting. However, upon reviewing the recording on studio monitors, the tone that had attracted me was lost, totally obscured by the buzz of bandsaws from a nearby fabrication studio that makes sets for TV shows, birds chirping, traffic passing ... This phase transition paradigm, which accepts heavy dependence on complex and diverse boundary conditions (such as the Earth has likely always provided), but rejects a large early role for miracles even in catalysis, supports a view that the progression in molecular size and complexity defined the progression of emergence as well. Early geoorganic chemistry cast the die for metabolism, and metabolism then cast it for the rest of biochemistry: either Joe would create 3,000 tiny works for a show, far too many to take in, or he would abandon art altogether, as he did for the last decade of his life, consecrating his time to his two favorite hobbies, smoking and reading Victorian novels. You know HAPPINESS? “Happiness is nothing more than a state of mind.” You know MONEY? “Money will buy a fine dog.” Every four minutes a car comes off the assembly line. When in doubt, sprinkle with cheese and bake. As I was saying to my garbage on the way out the door the other night — “Why should I carry you down three flights of stairs? I don’t even like you!” But my sense of time is a little skewed. But really we don’t need a pro editor. Thus we never need to call the ecosystem a “super-organism” to acknowledge its integrity, because we recognize this as in some ways prior to organisms. So forget fidget spinners, it’s all come to this: mini-crossbows. As one parent tweeted, kids are replacing the toothpicks the crossbows were meant to use with needles and nails, and are just shooting people for fun. Speaking of ecosystems, a popular fitness blogger has died after a whipped cream dispenser exploded into her chest. There have been about 60 other reports of exploding siphons causing injuries ranging from broken teeth, tinnitus, multiple fractures and, in one case, the loss of an eye. As Gizmodo points out, the glitch got the feed caught in some kind of loop: First, a “breaking news” intro graphic flashed on-screen, then it cut to host Huw Edwards at his desk. But there wasn’t the usual musical fanfare that leads into a news report. It was just silent. Edwards wasn’t talking, or even looking directly into the lens. He sat at his desk, looking at his notes, biding his time, as if unaware he was live. Then the “breaking news” graphic popped back on-screen, and the whole process repeated itself. It went on and on like this for minutes, periodically cutting random B-roll shots from other BBC segments into the mix, like some algorithm programmed to accord with Eistenstein’s theory of montage. Decoherence, then, is a phenomenally efficient process. For a dust grain 1/100th of a millimetre across, floating in air, it takes about 10-31 seconds: a million times faster than the passage of a photon across a single proton! So, for objects approaching the macroscopic scale under ordinary conditions, decoherence is, to all practical purposes, inevitable and instantaneous: you can’t keep them looking ‘quantum.’ Which is, once again, of course, to speak of ecosystems. The sky is packed with them, and their terminal birds that screech all the terrible things that might happen, screech like the ghosts of the lost burnt poems of Artaud, or seven pebbles. So the devil is in the details: what kind of technology are we talking about?
The skellingtons of ten million variations
On Optimus Prime
Prime1 Prime2 Prime3 ... Primen in the Burgess Shale
In other words, under automation some people work less, but everyone works differently. Automation reduces work for some, but changes (and in fact often increases) work for others. Marx’s analysis of machines in Capital is useful here, where he addresses all of these various tendencies, from the elimination of labor and the increase in labor, to the transformation of the organic composition of labor — the last point being the most significant. And while machines might help lubricate and increase the productive forces — not a bad thing — it’s clear that machines are absolutely not revolutionary actors for Marx. Optimistic interpretations gleaned from the Grundrisse notwithstanding, Marx defines machines essentially as large batteries for value. So yes, I am a sex worker and a feminist, so yes, they can coincide. As I said I’ve written every day since I learned how to hold a pen, and among my favorite authors are Frances Kruk, Kathy Acker, Katerina Gogou, John Ashbery, Tom Raworth and Diane Di Prima. Which is to say that
someone’s child is sick
he’s got St. Anthony’s fire
they bring us to the house of an old lady
she presses some pepper and a crucifix onto his naked butt and we leave
which is to say that
there’s a big white sheepdog
it’s taller than I am
I like to eat flowers ‘cause they look beautiful but they make me sick
today is haircut day
which is to say
the way to the top was long
a snake brought The Sleeper into a tree
on one side of this tree there was a string of little rooms
the walls were backwards, and the lower bricks were turning
it was a milestone paper in the field of computational origami. Essentially, it took a very long strip of paper and wound it into the desired shape. But the resulting structures tended to have lots of seams where the strip doubled back on itself, so they weren’t very sturdy. Which is why, at the upcoming Symposium on Computational Geometry, Erik Demaine of MIT and Tomohiro Tachi of the University of Tokyo will announce the completion of the quest: a universal algorithm for folding origami shapes that guarantees a minimum number of seams. To understand this concept, imagine a grassy plain. A number of fires are set on it simultaneously, and they all spread in all directions at the same rate. The Voronoi diagram describes both the location at which the fires are set and the boundaries at which adjacent fires meet. Therefore, each tsunami stone is introduced by its geographic coordinates: latitude, longitude, and elevation. Latitude and longitude site each stone on the surface of the earth while elevation situates each stone in relation to the mean level of the sea. The stones are further situated; first, by the boundaries of the village, town, or city they are located within; second, by their administrative prefecture; and, third, their geographical region. As each stone has been erected in response to a major tsunami, both the year and name of the tsunami is listed in addition to the stone’s relation to the inundation line (below the line, on the line, or above the line) of both its target tsunami and the tsunami of 2011. Each stone, at the time of its erection, was engraved with a message. The stones mapped in this atlas may be considered as belonging to one of three categories: as a memorial, commemorating people and places lost to an earthquake tsunami, as a lesson, providing a description of events and directions as to where to build, where to evacuate to, and where waters have risen in the past, or as a warning, as in “Don’t build below this point.” Each stone or set of stones gets a four-page spread, giving the book a nice structural consistency, I mean
one day I might leave my heart to science you said
but for now I need it.
The audience forgot
it was a hologram
and piled into the hallway.
Somehow
There was a mistake back there in the first click.
Write me @ Ozymandias.
Wrestling with hardly enough water
for a new sea.
O the yonder oxen / [slash]
the amber waves of methane.
If you see something say something. No
one listens to poetry.
I see
all this gentleness like a hound in the water
float upward and outward ...
Zam.
Bonk.
Dip.
The pure feed.
Or as the bots say balls have zero to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to you I everything else balls have a ball to me to me to me to me to me to me to me I I can I I I balls have a ball to me to me to me to me to me to me to me I balls have zero to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to balls have 0 to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to everything else balls have zero to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to I I I Oh man deshelling these king prawns while listening to @BBCRadio4 Kafka’s metamorphosis was a BIG MISTAKE. For each layer, the feature maps of all preceding layers are treated as separate inputs whereas its own feature maps are passed on as inputs to all subsequent layers. This connectivity pattern yields state-of-the-art accuracies on CIFAR10/100 (with or without data augmentation) and SVHN. On the large scale ILSVRC 2012 (ImageNet) dataset, DenseNet achieves a similar accuracy as ResNet, but using less than half the amount of parameters and roughly half the number of FLOPs. But what’s really cool is that life appeared on Earth in a period known as the Hadean, the Earth’s oldest eon, a reference to the etymology of Hades as “the unseen.” Other than gross features of planetary composition, it has left no detailed signatures in the present because it is a time from which later eras preserve no memory. The Hadean was, however, a time we think of as governed by laws of geophysics and geochemistry, and therefore open to understanding. (Indeed, the absence of memory makes the Hadean, more than later periods with accreted history, a simpler period to study dot dot dot.) Or as the bots say balls have zero to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to you I everything else balls have a ball to me to me to me to me to me to me to me I I can I I I balls have a ball to me to me to me to me to me to me to me I balls have zero to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to balls have 0 to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to everything else balls have zero to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me we are born not into our own lives but into the lives of others. Who are not born into their own lives either, but into the lives of others. We are not even ourselves in any meaningful sense for quite some time. And even then. We know that being ourselves means something, even if we don’t know what. We plan, think, and act, often with apparent freedom, but most of the time our lives are what “happen to us” — the way
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happened to Jack ... So Hans Castorp and Franz Kafka walk into a bar ... This is why my nights are filled with voices coming from my bones ... I rose higher and higher ... One night there was a letter covered in blood and feces; it was in a wasteland and it moaned like a cat. No. Next thing the waitress knows, he’s offering to help her open a microsurgery. After his fourth shot, the bartender said, the bartender says, Look buddy. But then force of habit proved too much for him. He straightened up and threw the baby to second base. You don’t understand, says the man. This is no regular dog. He finishes a bit of liturgy, beautiful and mysterious with ancient words and tones, and the congregation breaks up with the bartender says, OK, but sees a horse behind the bar wiping a glass. It’s in fact an interesting logical puzzle if it takes 42 muscles to frown and only 4 to hide under the desk. I could go with you the first time you go, sit with you, and introduce you to all the others. After his fourth shot, the bartender said, all this authoritarianism is due to the fact that the novel treats physical reality as being at least partially a product of social reality. To put it another way, different social formations produce different laws of physics. Ergo, At the end of the world, your grave is written not in bitter libations or raven words or elegies breathed across broken glass. This type of writing has become increasingly popular in genre short-fiction in part because the assumptions that genre audiences carry in their heads serve to imbue those beautifully-turned phrases and eyeball-kicking images with a degree of metaphysical ambiguity. Raven words can just as easily be poetic descriptions of how things feel as literal descriptions of an alien world. Or, to quote Bataille from The Accursed Share, tigers are to space what sex is to time. Disasters, revolutions, and volcanoes do not make love with the heavenly bodies. Which is to say that I too bought into the myth that Duane Allman had been struck by a flatbed transporting Georgia peaches thru Macon, that the double album cover had sprung to life. This means that the very idea of the machine becomes entangled with magical thinking. Sometimes these dreams can be nightmare visions, machines that have no other purpose than to propagate or perpetuate themselves, like Novalis’s 1799 vision of ‘a monstrous mill, driven by the stream of chance and floating on it, a mill of itself without builder or miller and really a true perpetuum mobile, a mill grinding itself’, or Conrad’s vision, almost a century later, of the ‘knitting-machine’ of the cosmos, that ‘has made itself without thought, without conscience, without foresight, without eyes, without heart [...] It knits us in and it knits us out.’ Yet another reason to consider that the fact that no one lives their own life. The biosphere is a set of patterns maintained by processes, and patterns of processes, and not merely a collection of “living things”. It would be easy to argue that even the appellation “living things” assumes a category error: life is not a property inherent in things so much as things are instantiations of organizational states that arise within a larger context. But. But but but but but. Would we have any of these thoughts, would we have a single one of them, without the foreknowledge that at any moment we, I, poor little [your name my name here] could die? Is thinking just shrieking? I don’t know how I got here. Perhaps in an ambulance, certainly a vehicle of some kind. I was helped. I’d never have got here alone. There’s this man who comes every week. Perhaps I got here thanks to him. He says not. He gives me money and takes away the pages. So many pages, so much money. Yes, I work now, a little like I used to, except that I don’t know how to work any more. That doesn’t matter apparently.
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