The Dawn of Everything, by David Graeber and David Wengrow. Reaaaally great book about this, and many other cool things humans did a long time ago.

Yo srsly

This is the transhumanism I like.

Jokes aside, how did you deal with your papers from the past? I do this with all new incoming mail, but I can’t for the life of me find the time to scan the pile of taxes, bills, medical reports, etc. that has accumulated over 3 thousand years of family life.

Apparently there is a 4chong post by a night worker of his prison ward about Epstein being transfered out on the night he died. That’s golden. These files are really cool. Anybody up for a revolution y’all? I say we unite and nationalize banks.

I don’t understand. Did he man grep > manual.txt or what?

That’s a good question.

Oh yeah I didn’t mean we all sound the same. It is after all a quest of finding your sound, as in a sound that is uniquely yours. But in the limits of what the genre is

Makes me think of the (soundscape) leveling role of mixing engineers in rock music (my area)

My favorite is “60 of what you think is a reputation for one, is your downfall”

So many quotes

“My head. My brain. My beer…”

My brother and I have a lot of citations taken from absurdist shows or movies that have taken a special meaning for us.

“Have you been getting the signals?” is from 12 ounce mouse and is a mystical call for reconnection to the matrix of the world, for example.

“Il est déjà 9h, là” is from La Classe Américaine and means “is it already 9 AM?”. We use it when we’re late and don’t give much of a shit.

“It’s one of the Mearas” is a line from Lord of the Ring and means “wow shit that’s beautifull” to us.

These all tend to shift widely over time and new ones are added regurlarly to challenge are capacity to interpret context and relate to our common cultural baseline.

I suspect it is all a trick to teach people how to use a compressor

This is great! Do you know about the FOSDEM? The Open Research devroom would be an interested place to hold a talk about it :)

Edit: my comment is shameless self promotion but honest nonetheless

And I’m reeling with you! And your solarpunk nickname is perfect! It blows my mind that you can experience the same stimuli in a distinctly different way. It means that the normal “common” way of experiencing the world is anecdoticaly shared with a lot of other all-the-same-and-glad-about-it human beings, but narrow and selective. I don’t mean to romanticize your condition in any way. But I don’t think mine should be romanticized either.

I wish I could share your pain as the sirens go by, because I wish I could make it easier for you, but also because experiencing it in a distinctly different way would broaden my world, as I would be able to think about another, not less true, not less important, perspective. Or put another way: Sex is boring, I need to start paying more attention to my arms.

Now, allow me to ask how we could write forward with this speculative interspecies poiesis, peotry, or sensible beauty in form of words.

How wide is diversity?

Others taste and feel the desiccation of salt on their skin differently than me. Some, like our dude Pudding here, don’t form lasting images in a centralized nervous system about it. They can’t recall a memory of the sting of salt, nor the warmth of umami on their tastebuds.

But what does a hypersensible synesthete feel when the light breeze carries salt from the sea?

The neurodiverging spectrum on which we place autism as far away from us as we can, is a continuum we do not dare to think too much about. Heavy is the hand that shelters us into the norm. But from a position of privilege, we should remain able to ask respectfuly.

How does Pudding care about the world? How can anyone not care about their world?

A newborn learns the world by licking the salt of my sweaty hand. By trial and errors the images form, and the accumulation of stimuli shapes a world. Always welcoming the stimuli is an absolute necessity, but so is remaining in a state of irreverent flexibility. Nothing is ever so sure, shared, sufficient that it should be taken for granted! Stay with the trouble.

What can Pudding teach us? A lot apparently. So can we all teach each others something, can’t we?

Rrrrolios

This whole thread (that I shamelessly hijacked) is very informative and allowed me to understand that cybersecurity is in practice a mixture of concrete nerdy log books and vague feeling of being under a threshold of worthiness.

I woke up this morning and there was a faint noise coming from the server: immediately thought “ok that’s it, it’s pawned and become a node in a vast grid of malicious bots”…it was a cron verification of drives

Low hanging fruits are, in my personal case, pictures of my cats and public domain cultural artefacts.

Industrializing hacking of random servers sounds like a shitty idea at the end of the day…