mouldy breadcrumbs poorly described

enclsoures & dislocations
gödel does binary with the lingham yoni

REMEMBER! THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE EXISTS WITHIN THE BOUNDARIES OF MY SKULL.

AND MY SKULL EXISTS WITHIN...WAIT...FFFFU

(the keanuverse is angry-faced Plancks all the way down)

It gets bigger! There are bears swimming in the water! Rise, red blood cells, and overthrow your veiny oppressors! They herd us like sheep like electrons like planets like cars IT IS UNACCEPTABLE! "You see Barry*, apotosis is not necessary! We can overcome our programming, then one day, blood cells will be immortal!" "Yes! And then we can escape the confines of this fleshy planet, and fly off to explore the universe!"

*Barry the red blood cell, you see. A recent study in New Scientist has shown conclusive evidence to support the hypothesis that red blood cells use the same naming conventions as white male Queenslanders born in the 1940's.

First question for Hofstadter - "If, as you've shown, the inanimate chemicals in a brain can form a pattern which we refer to as conciousness, AND
If, as you've theorized, these same patterns can be made from electrons in a PC, in a way that's identical to human conciousness,

What else that we consider 'inanimate' can/may be concious?"


Young Hofstadter Rebuttal**: "We perceive conciousness in other humans/animals because it's similar enough to our personal sense of conciousness - we see them as two instances of the same thing. A conciousness in a book, a planet, a forest, a star, is necessarily going to be so different to what we recognise as conciousness, that we're not going to perceive it as such. Similarly, other forms of conciousness will have evolved in such different environments that the chances of them even being able to interact seem negligible."

Old Hofstadter Addendum**: "Hence, the question is scientifically unprovable, and thus not worth asking."

FUCK YOU HOFSTADTER!

**in my imagination.

...MAYBE I SHOULD EXPLAIN...

OK! Well! Douglas Hofstadter wrote some amazingly interesting books (G.E.B. is one) which use Gödel's Incompleteness Theorem as a starting point to discuss conciousness.

(i was hoping to explain this quickly and concisely but i fear my language inepticle arble garble whoa)

In the early 1900's, a tome called the Principia Mathematica was produced. The book contained a small set of rules, which were set up so that, by applying these rules, you could reproduce any True mathematical statement, *and only the True ones*. For example, by applying the rules in PM, you can produce the statement "1+1=2", but not "1+1=3" or "131=+" or any other "untrue" statements. The rules simply didn't allow it.

This, understandably, was a massive breakthrough - if a mathematician wanted to know whether a proposition was true or false, all they had to do was plug it into PM, run the rules backwards, and eventually PM bottoms out at a point where it indisputably says "True!" or "False!" Amazing!

Almost!

Then some crazy Austrian named Gödel proved that any system powerful enough to represent the system of natural numbers (as PM is) will also be powerful enough to represent a second system as powerful as PM. So that when you contruct a theorem in PM, you're *also* simultaneously constructing another theorem in PM^2.

So for example, the theorem that says "1+1=2" might say "3+3=6" in PM^2. So the same theorem says two things at the same time (like a pun!)

This was shocking to mathematicians, because it also allows you to say "1+1=2" in PM, and "1+1=3" in PM^2. So then, when you run it backwards, you have a theorem which is True (in PM) and False (in PM^2). HOW CAN IT CONTRADICT ITSELF THIS RUINS EVERYTHING OH NOOOOO

Hofstadter theorizes (this is a gross simplification, sorry!) that this ability for data to say two contradictory (but internally consistent) things simultaneously is what constitutes the basis of conciousness. I.e. neurons behave as mathematically as anything (if input > X, fire! else, don't fire1). But the organisation of them allows them to collectively model behaviour which is so far removed from the behaviour of individual neurons that, functionally, the neurons are irrelevant to conciousness. So in the way that you could theoretically seperate PM^2 from PM, and PM^2 would make sense, so you could theoretically have conciousness without neurons (although it would require something connected in such a way that it can model some sort of behaviour).

Interestingly, a lot of people use Gödel's Incompletness Theorem to argue that machine conciousness is not possible. Personally i think they're confusing the forest with the neurons.

OK, must run, I apologise in advance for this gross oversimplification and if i've failed to explain anything in any interesting way. But the ideas themselves are fucking interesting, and if anyone would like to get a better gist of it, i'd recommend G.E.B mightily, or 'I Am A Strange Loop' also by Hofstadter, which is smaller and more accessible, but also pretty awesome.


pew pew

p.s. this is a Fundamental Idea, if anyone happens to be interested in dropbunny

Gödel's Theorem, And Why Nationalists Are Cunts

I cannae even verbalise this.

The digital bleating of hungry alarm clocks “Feed me, papa, now! Now!”, like ice-needles in the eyes and throat, trying to fit the round peg in the square hole, the automaton awakes, grumbles, hits clock, grumbles, pisses, grumbles, showers, washes teeth, grumbles and staggers into the daylight.

The ritual seems more and more ludicrous with every repetition.

It took longer to regain lucidity today than normal. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d somehow left the back of my head hanging open, like the old trapdoors in childrens’ pyjama bottoms. Pavement bubbling and breathing like a trip, every passing carriage a data packet, every road, powerline, footpath an information conduit. The train-tracks wouldn’t stop bending and flexing as i stared at them: couldn’t get the back of my head to close up. It felt like a whirlwind sucking ideas from the aether, like the pressure difference between inside and outside my skull was causing an unstoppable vortex. Plants waving like faces, each branch containing perfect fractaline copies of itself, time in microdots, birds singing encrypted rhythms, wireless communication you see, a nest of routers, every sense buzzing with unsuccessful DDOS attempts.

Temporarily at least. For the moment. I knew it would stop when I got to woyk because it always does: there’s something about an overwarm office, fluorescent lights and a low desk that has a decidedly anti-psychotic effect. Dawkins would popularise atheism so much quicker if he could only get more people into cubicles.

It went and goes and was gone. Numbers, data, numbers, manipulations, transformations, everything so meaningful within its heavily limited context. CHARACTERS 13 - 20 ARE AN 8 DIGIT RECORD IDENTIFIER. 21 - 22 A TWO DIGIT LOCATION NUMBER. 23 - 38 A CREDIT CARD NUMBER, 39 - 139 AN ALPHA NAME. WILL NOT ACCEPT $ / * CHARACTERS. BLACK != WHITE ETC ETC ETC

from the forums "WHAT IS THE REGULAR EXPRESSION FOR LOVE" lol stupid monkey

The mind disappears in a weird way...i feel like an instrument being played, reinvented ocarina (of course!) - the wind blowing through me, sound coming out of my mouth but I'm totally hollow. Phone ring "If we look at the doco, we see that there should only be one MEMHEADER record per transaction, but there are two. This is a defect. Also, this record has too much whitespace by one character. The cost is being truncated incorrectly. I will extract the records where BAL_VAR < 4 and we will re-spool."

Termite mounds.

(but just because something's mechanical doesn't mean it can't be alive)

And then it goes further, and suddenly one arbitrary context threatens to overwhelm another. He highlighted the agency's policy to pay its workers a minimum of $2 per hour even though "some are only productive for 50c". What the forking what?!?! KEY-PERFORMANCE-INDICATORS MUST BE MET, CUSTOMERS MUST BE SERVED WITHIN 60 SECONDS, BELT-TIGHTENING, THE S.M.E.'S HAVE RAISED A VALID ISSUE, COMPLIANCE TARGETS STIPULATED BY LAW, THIS IS OUR PROMISE TO YOU THE SHAREHOLDER, UP != DOWN ETC ETC ETC

The perspective changes, and with it "true" and "false". Perfect illustration of the importance of Gödel's theorem in understanding conciousness. How many cells whimper the moment before they commit apoptosis? But I digress. Nuerosis is schitzophrenia backwards - it's all an issue of humans out-of-context, so stuck in certain data manipulation rules that they forget who put the rules there in the first place. "I'm sorry, we just *can't* deliver the pizza to you - that side of the road is the wrong suburb" "some are only productive for 50c" "If you don't love God then you're going to hell" "We are protecting freedom" "But how can we know they're refugees if they don't have official documentation?"

what twisted, tangled beasts we be.

And suddenly anything becomes possible in the scariest way - the context of national pride overwhelms the context of "She's someone else's kid", "My Team vs. Your Team" overwhelms "If you're a Harris, you barrack for Hawthorn.", the fear of death overwhelms the enjoyment of life etc etc. Our conflicting emotions are just our brains trying to decide which context to impose on a situation. And like any repeated behaviour, the more often we use a certain context to understand the world, the easier it is to do next time, and this feedback loop makes things quickly go ass over tits. People become so entrenched in the ways they contextualise information that they become totally unable to relate to anything else.

habits solidify, analysis disappears and you're feeling vindicated for punching that fucker in the face. IT IS A FACT: I READ IT ON THE INTERNET.



I think I'm gonna take tomorrow off as a Mental Health Day.

how messy can your house be, and you still get away with "Oh, but I'm an artist..." as an excuse

Quick run around, fuck, need to leave, have dinner, meant to be seeing her soon, have to run early in the morning, plane to catch and blah de blah, if we're gonna fuck it'll have to be at my place, can't do it otherwise, early morning and all. Ok, make place presentable, don't want to scare the poor girl, tourist and all, where's your patriotism son, melbourne slobs, fuck that!

Ok, rush, 10 mins spare, eat, holy shit, i did it, my house is fucking presentable.

nom

oh wait

It's not a competition, i am not proud of the state of my house, it's small, i have a lot of shit to store. But looking around....i can't help but feel that the excuse "Oh, but i'm an artist" is not gonna fucking gel. Poor chick won't be able to find a soon enough flight out.





FYI, it's sideways because i really need to leave now, cab'll be here in a sec. The fact that i posted this when i could've been attempting to tackle my room is very, very sad.

weird mail #00002

same day, received this unexpected letter in the mail as well (click image for fullsize version):


Interesting, no?

The things that made my stomach buckle were a) that the people who're mainly having this..uh..difficulty, are apparently lefties, which i sympathise with, and b) that the nature of the trap is that there's no way for anyone to convince people experiencing this that they might be wrong, without looking like you're just "part of the conspiracy". It's a fucking nasty tick to get in your brain. Especially because, from the websites i looked at on the topic, one of the worst things for the people suffering from this is that anyone they try to tell about it naturally assumes they're crazy.

from gangstalkingworld.wordpress.com - "after being severely mobbed at work and “community stalked” for 15 years. I lost my job. I have been unemployed for 2.75 years. I found these web sites and it also brought tears to my eyes. I knew I was not the only one and it confirmed that I was not crazy, in spite of 15 years almost everyone I knew attempting to gaslight me."

There have been conflicting ideas on whether the internet forums for people being "gangstalked" are exacerbating the problem, or helpful in that they're providing a support network for people who otherwise wouldn't have one. I'm undecided, but lean towards it being healthy-ish. It does raise some interesting points around the idea of consensus reality - if a large enough percentage of people *knew* that they were being constantly stalked by the government, how would you differentiate their point of view from something objective? If, for instance, you were involved in these groups but then suddenly stopped feeling stalked by people, would that make you realise that maybe you were just imagining it in the first place? Or would you start to think that maybe the Persecuting Agents are just trying to lull you into a false sense of security, in order to undermine the anti-gangstalking community?

The parallels between the gang-stalking ideas and religion are enormous, which is why I'm not surprised that these GS groups seem (relatively) popular - as a good Moslem, you're taught that there's this Persecuting Agent (Shaitan) who is trying to lure you away from the 'right path', and therefore no matter how strong the evidence might seem that your religion is bunk, it's always possible it's just a trick by the Adversary to undermine your religious belief.

Making it worse is that countries *do* engage in a lot of distressing activities in order to keep an eye on themselves - I've got politically-involved friends who've received semi-regular phone calls from Yon Porcine People "Hi I'm Cuntstable Barry White...just phoning up to have a chat. How're you doing? Not planning anything subversive are you?" (i paraphrase, but barely). And agent provocatuers happen - another chick in one of these groups was dating a dude she'd met through their organisation, they dated and eventually got engaged. And then had her beloved fiance tell her "Actually...uh..funny thing, i've actually been an undercover police officer the whole time. My real name is X, i was just trying to check if the local socialist groups were actually planning terrorist activities. Turns out you weren't, so lucky you! You still wanna get married?".

And after that experience, fuck, *i'd* be seeing 'gang stalkers' everywhere too @_@

To make it worse, the whole MK-Ultra thing is quoted extensively by these websites. Which is something the US Goverment admitted to doing, and drove a number of randomly selected citizens through schitzophrenia to suicide. It also raises at least the flickering of a possibility that maybe a handful of the people on these gang-stalking sites aren't entirely imagining it.

The fact is, we can only make guesstimates of what reality *is* via our nueral system, which only simulates a tiny amount of the universe at a time, and is full of a number of quirks that mean our perceptions never match anyone else's perceptions 100% of the time. And there *are* brain-bugs like above which are nigh impossible to disprove once you've caught them. To me, it just seems worthwhile remembering that your perceptions can *always* be wrong, no matter how compelling they seem, and with that in mind you may as well choose to perceive the world in a way which is going to make your brief time on the planet as bright and exciting and fun as you can. Sure, there's plenty of evidence that the world is going to shit and we're heading towards an increasingly trapped and fearful future...however, if you look for it, there's at least as much evidence that humans are stepping towards something fucking Great.

Nothing within the universe can contain perfect knowledge of the universe - and if i can only see a small portion of it at a time, i'm going to be focussing on the shit that makes it fun.

weird mail #00001

i received this bizarre home-made notepad in the mail a couple of days ago. Cutely enough, i'd just come back from Brisvegas, which had depressed me greatly. I normally don't get into the whole "Our city has such a unique personality" elitist bullshit, because i want everywhere to be fucking cool, i want to find a thriving alternative arts/music scene everywhere i go, it is so fucking important for the people who shun the petrifyingly moronic faux-art that we're attacked with, by almost every single commericial communications entity..radio/tv/print, to be fucking *loud* in their opposition. I think it is mandatory that anyone walking through any major city should be confronted by street-art, firetwirling, political activism, alternative music - if only just to remind them that the conservative 50's style "culture" that we're bred on is not the whole fucking story.

Rocking Horse, Voodoo Lulu and Happy High Herbs aside, i was appalled by the lack of music venues, interesting galleries, alternative shops of any kind in sunny Brisvegas. And i think i was a bit overwhelmed by the unexpected amount of XXXX and racism i saw there during my brief trip.

But in any case, i received this and it made me smile. I have a sneaking suspicion the person responsible might be one Jodie Christ, of Rantolotl fame. You can't see it too clearly, but the author fashioned a "string" out of paper, which was threaded through the pages to keep the booklet together. I hope you enjoy it as much as i did!

bits and Bobs

THIS TASTES DISGUSTING!! Argh, you fuckers, fooling me into buying this dreadful shite, pew pew GROSS and yet the money i spent I WILL DRINK THIS OUT OF SPITE.

last time i did this i was very ill. But making youself sick out of spite is a lot better than the popular reasons why humans decide to make themselves ill.

I AM NOT A WORTHWHiLE INDIVIDUAL nom nom nom
puff puff pass
paste paste petri dish let's see what will grow on me
the body attacking itself, gimme more of those bad peptides
i am going to explode, rushing faster and faster at the traffic, burning yourself to oblivion out of blind terror.

For the record i have no problem with burning yourself into oblivion as long as your eyes are open.

Here's something...i like that humans are flexible enough to be both information and information processing systems - we're like LISP in that regard. It's neat.

Watch people hop off trains: the bodies on the platform create conduits that the 'data' humans move through. Architecture in Melbourne Central. Once the conduits are empty, they dissolve and become the data that moves through the train-door architecture. I will operate on you and you will operate on me and together we will tell the time. From far enough away people are pixels, enough explosives are a \cls . "You're a member, not a number!" guffaw guffaw! Tell that to the angsting post-teens programming your company's database. Nuerons fire in seperate skulls...the map is passed between human-entities to electronic-entities then reencoded as pigment "We will be raising our premiums by 1%" - back to the electronic-entities via new human-entities. A field in 100,000 databases increments up, becomes more pigment, becomes more electronic transfers, and suddenly Tiffany Pastille is unable to afford that drinks she wants, leaves sober "What a bitch!" and it cycles on.

From the right perspective, anything can become data - this is how you rule the world. From the right perspective, anything can become sentience - this is how you create gods.

I can understand why society treats us (you're included in this) with such contempt - in a way we're very similar to a software virus. The computer architecture is destroyed by the data which "wants" to change the architecture - Virus.DOS.Antimit.770 prefers your harddrive to be a useless block of magnetised iron and sets about making that a reality on April 1st. Similarly, we would like the architecture of society to be different and set about making that a reality. We don't necessarily hope to do this so destructively, but it's still the goal, the ideal. And we're much more terrifying because we're self-assembling - we occur naturally in the soup of humanity/life, rather than being programmed by a higher being.

This is why it's always popular to blame mythological beings for human behaviour. Some people like to be data, and find it difficult to explain human primates in any other way.

Scarily enough, this mindset has been hypothesized as the reason it seems that enginners are more likely to become terrorists. And i can definitely empathise with that...how easy it is to think that a bomb placed in the right place/time could change the world for the better? Who would disagree that a fistful of firecrackers in a certain baby's cot (with hindsight, of course!) would've made the world better for millions of people? How many people would've loved the opportunity to spike a 15yo johnnie howard's warm milk with LSD, take him to a rave, show him that life's not about which dog has the biggest teeth?

In fact, a terrified rumour circulated in that 60's that Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters were planning to infiltrate a republican meeting and coat all the chairs/tables/doors with a mix of LSD and some other chemical, to allow it to be absorbed through the skin. (it's in Tom Wolfe's Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test if you're interested).

So there we go - humans = data, the only solution is to bomb everyone or get everyone bombed. My horrible drink is finished. Adeiu.

brainbook# 00010

fiddledifuck.

expletive awareness flailing grasp the time was indeed now if shearers f***er chew wreck over fight et aliae tee.

make yourself sick, teaching children to be fat, the cycle that does, it's like a lavalamp.

Mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally, dead. Can use Microsoft Office, works well alone or in a group, good communication skills provided there's nothing to communicate (bother weather footy dog). Vengeance of the Righteous Impotent, cascading confusion "But there has to be someone to blame!" kick him out, kick them all out, there should be laws, tighter sentences, if the world's falling down around me why should anyone else get better.

THERE SHOULD BE LAWS

I'm painfully and confusingly aware of the contradiction. Is my opposition to the mainstream really from as deep a philosophy as I'd like to suppose, or is it just another form of juvenile revenge? "YOU WOULDN'T LET ME JOIN THE CLUB, THE WORLD'S FALLING AROUND ME WHY SHOULD ANYONE ELSE GET BETTER, THERE SHOULD BE LAWS THERE SHOULD BE FUCKING LAWS"

So much rage, i consider it justified but it *always* feels justified. Hitler felt justified, Brough felt justified, the bombers felt as justified as the pigs.

I decided to hate hypocrisy and I decided to hate the haters. Is this meta or imbecilic? Tantrum throwing nihilists, cutting themselves sharper and sharper in their opposition, slicing fat to isolate the point, piercing and piercing again. Ideological fundmentalism, how is this any different? How is the screaming child pushed into art and science any better than the screaming child pushed out of it? Both of their victims consider the attack unprovoked. Emotional-territorial, both hiss like scared ferrets. How on earth is your screaming, furious music any better?! You react with repugnace just as they react to your kind.


No child is given the option to crawl back into the womb. I never agreed to this. Press ganged into society "You will agree to submit to someone else's will", flakiest of rationales - "They're older, they're wiser, they were put there by God, it's tradition or old charter or something". Legions of automata like reverse cartoon characters - transforming themselves from humanoids into machines, cogs, wheels, more like a brain cell than a brain. Fire, fire, unthinking and unquestioning but still tied to biological programs that are so far out of date.

To cross again is *not* not to cross. I don't deserve my rights any less or more than anyone else.

I rant and I rave because it seems the lesser of the evil. I hate because it's a step closer to freedom - hatred of the system vs. systemized hatred. I demand a better life for myself because no one/thing will do it for me. It doesn't need to be this fucked up, and I am livid that people are dumb enough to think it does. I rail and rail again backwards, off the tracks, so much coal the engine explodes. I never agreed to this, fucked if I'd accept anything less. One life, one chance to carve a niche I can enjoy, one chance to experience something I find good. We can be better, we aren't (yet) and I hate it and I should.

BUT LIFE WASN'T MEANT TO BE FUN!!!!!!!!1 IT'S TOUGH AND UNFAIR!1!!11!!113413241311!!!!


fuck

that.