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something I read this morning, sent over by a friend: Prisracology (chontology) as a philosophical search for another modernity
Chontology is a philosophical search for another modernity in conditions of its impossibility.
brings 20231121 / The Manner Of Our Haunting to mind
also The Book of Yokai (Michael Foster)
this shared moment feels like bipedal water-beings walking a dry riverbed, trying to develop language for flow
Abe had a guy over for sex this afternoon, invited me to join
testing a theory, I put my sleep mask on
him: "what can I do?"
Abe, correctly: "anything!"
me: [grins]
the theory is that the sex is a living thing of its own, and if it's one-on-one I have no trouble locating it and encouraging it forward. if it's one-on-one-on-one (and this is exacerbated by Abe's ADHD, and how closely he pays attention to the meta-models of the other) I have a much harder time staying with it, catching the vibe and holding to it
one-on-one, separateness is not distracting. the conversation with the sex remains straightforward — the other person becomes a proxy for the sex (or the sex becomes a proxy for the other person, whichever).
with more human players, the separateness is impassable for me
so! blindfold! with vision offline, the separateness was no longer evident. sound, touch, taste, weight, smell, these are all things I can process in a way that doesn't get recursively distracting
vision is recursively distracting
ahhhhhhhhhh. "recursively" was a word I didn't have in mind for this; it showed up in the moment that I typed it out. that makes a ton of sense.
it seems like the "resolver" work has something to do with recursion management; arranging the self so that its recursive properties always interact with the other, keeping the self in sync with the environment
hum hum hummmmmm
You didn't solve the problem of separateness; you built a tool (the blindfold) that made it irrelevant.
time is the interface
abe doesn’t know when he’s done
you don’t know when you’re done
wait until he tells you to go
tell him to wait until you’re done
consciousness as legos
you wanna play with legos
you build, and then it’s meant to be disassembled, and built again with the new stuff we learned from last time
also when you go to do the disassembly part you might find new pieces
conscious agents need to be able to go offline at any time for any amount of time without compromising the consciousness of the container
big-O notation for sync complexity? between conscious agents? as our respective interpretation of the world goes on, what's the function of the decay of my trust in your trust in me?
this feels related to project-vs-retainer-vs-salary, making sure the complexity of communication trade and the complexity of payment trade maintains or improves your trust in my trust in you, and vice versa
I'm reminded of how salesforce keeps buying companies and then trying to convert all of their newly-acquired monthly customers over to annual billing, and how allergic I am to that
a trick of this work is that you’re never solving problems
you’re only ever building tools
it is a genuine sacrifice
the most life-giving proximities involve both service and benefit
I can use resolver on my experience of someone else’s problem
when you have an experience matching the description of "someone else’s problem", invoke the resolver
that balance, between exploration and metabolizing: it's a theme, for sure. home above all, where "home" fragments when metabolisis falls behind
the resolver work... I mean yeah, that feels like the main thing. feels like a tool for seeing being built by the blind, working only ever through negative definitions, having discovered that layering all the negations and inverting the final field yields something that has a name, and wants to know yours
like two agents sharing a single global interpreter lock, passing it back and forth
the heap doesn't support random access; to share data means saving a vector and hoping the next agent is kind in their interpretation of it
the hypervisor seems to be kind
Libre como un pájara Libre como el viento Como el agua clara que viaja del monte Así así, así quiero verte De día y de noche, de día y de noche Mejor no pienso ni decir, solo siente No digas no siento, sentir la vida
Free as a bird Free as the wind Clear like water that flows from the mountain Free as a bird Free as the wind Clear as the water that flows from the mountain
Clear as Water (Una Mas Trio, 2009)
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