Sharing the SWSX live stream because when you compare this narrative to the ones of the other platforms, particularly its currently open and free access and personalizing configuration (still unfolding), it becomes clear this is emergent possibility for better and more refined functionality than we’ve managed to see scale successfully. It’s an exciting time. Lots of opportunity. I’ve been yelling since the BBS days about the need to stipulate and protect a concept that is today called ‘protocols’ (that’s another article) as an emergent technology that genuinely can and likely will return personal power and certainly digital dignity (not Lanier’s […]
Tales For The Leet: Romeo & Juliet (media thoughts)
During silliness tonight over at RenMakesMusic‘s discord channel, in trying to point out the GOAT of early internet memery, I linked up “Tales For The Leet: Romeo & Juliet”. But then, I realized, that’s not the original, it can’t be, because Tales For The Leet was not made in 2011, but originated in the range of 1999-2004 by maker Chris Coutts’s own works of the time, fortunately preserved in the Wayback Machine at the following locations respectively (Thanks, Ruffle): 1.The original, as captured on date indicated in upper right corner of page after the jump – https://web.archive.org/web/20061230062545/http://uninteresting.myby.co.uk/noeffort/romjul.htm 2. The follow-up, […]
austinite sunlight
I find you in a coffee shop; stirring absently as you work a puzzle or doodle symbols and sigils, your mind running infinite circles across the great continuum of then/now/if, and it is at once a happy sighting and a sorrowful one. Time, it seems, does indeed soften the edges of us all; the things I remember most and best in this moment are quiet, star-lit skies and sitting by the bleached bones of ancient kodo as we whispered about meaningful things and felt the tug of time like a hook set in the spirit. I remember laughter and panic […]
puteulanus angelus
I am wrestling with an angel who only comes to earth every aeon. We speak in puzzles and try to understand one another. It is hard, but we are willing, so perhaps it works out in the end. Who is to say? Life is a mystery. I wait for his next sending, transformed into an ear and pointing at the sky, waiting for an angel with blue eyes to look my way and deign to speak. His bashful nature surprises me, but then, I suppose my bluntness surprises him. Obduco duos, concero, tripudio astrum quod luna voluntarius ut tripudio eternus […]
being and becoming (alternate life)
i dream of alternate lives. have for as long as i can remember. i often wonder if those dreams are the real life or if this one is. i cannot say i always know. things are different, even as they are the same. me and the ‘generic’ you… in all our amazing possibility… sometimes, you and i are married. sometimes, we have only just met. sometimes, we never meet, not in a grocery, not at the library, not on a street corner, not at all. or, if we do, it’s strangers passing one another without awareness. for all i know […]
soaps and strangeness
i dreamt of you. just now. the first time in almost a year. i don’t know why. it doesn’t matter, i suppose. why, that is. in my dream, i was at work. the fellow sitting next to me was a co-worked barely known. he was telling me of a soap the bank was giving to its depositors. i laughed and told him it was so they could feel better about the bath the economy was giving us all. he didn’t get it. i sighed. his story was about they bank had messed up and the soaps they ordered wouldn’t fit […]
the little shepherdess
5:38am DJ Destruction on the stream. Sweet Tempered Asonance is the song. I wake from a dream. Just now. Weeping. Finally. I understand. And more.
key frame, stone, ring
it is said for each, seven keys are made. commonality that weaves and runs through nothingness until meeting. each meeting, a doorway, each doorway, a lesson, each lesson, a step closer to freedom.