This is why I’ll never be an adult. Referred by http://goo.gl/7kbO Source http://goo.gl/RPh1
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This is why I’ll never be an adult. Ref…
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What is it?
http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/metavalent/~3/xAQsckJIlLU/
Imagining an unequalable, universally contiguous, extended human cognition substrate; a phenomenologically consistent and sustainable epi-neocortical architecture, intrinsically obviating corporation and nation; diverse, progressive, transparent, authentic, open, extensible. Observe, interpret, forecast, design, build, uplift. What is it?
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- bci
- diversion
- forecasting
- futurism
- metaverse
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Think Big. Code Small.
/* Think Big. Code Small. */
include
int main () { liberate_humanity (); transcend_all_universes (); return 0; } /* outsource details through Freelancer.com */
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Unlimited Freely Interdependent Streams
Period.
We shall have the ability to add and join streams similar to this one (only with greater proportions of audio and video) in any and all combinations, under the license of our own choosing. #UFIS
UFIS for workweaving? That sucks as name, but it's the first psuedo-sniglet that comes to mind. So we can link to this post with http://bit.ly/WorkWeaving for now.
What UFIS means: Every audio and video shall be fully transcribed and indexed, word by word, with search results that cue the content to the precise location in any media. To and from any language. Realtime.
We shall enjoy the ability to annotate every annotation and find again everything in it's best and truest context -- even using weak inference and scatterbrained allusion -- on demand. Realtime.
We shall grant and revoke rights to the use of any constituent components, up to or including all content in these streams, at the individual's sole discretion. If another Rights Holder pulls the plug on something I've shared here, it shall disappear in real time. IT'S THEIRS.
If I build any stream with dependency upon any impermanent license, mine alone is the burden to bear.
"But! But!" Some may protest, then nothing is permanent!
No shit. See? You do learn fast after all. However, that which is mutually ascribed permanence, shall of course, abide.
This is a draft. This is only a draft. It's too long. Too complicated. Intentionally obfuscatory. It needs to be refined and simplified. Clarified. Expounded. Stolen. Plagiarized. Repurposed. Deleted. Thereby made manifest.
Неплохой блог, вполне достойный из того что есть по этой тематике.
Call #UFIS a kind of Social Transition Stress Disorder Amplifier and Accelerator, for lack of a better working descriptor. -
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Pens Like a Junkie
context isn't everything. it's the only thing.
except for everything else.
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This Week in Root Canals
Oh yay. Feels like somebody kicked me straight in the mouth; so for those who wish that upon me, congratulations: root canal, FTW!
Dentist says it's the result of having done The Right Thing some 25 years ago when I had this crown installed. Apparently, nerve death and infection often ensue after some random period of time.
So, once again, no good deed or right action goes unpunished. Such intelligent design. Such planned perfection and splendor. ;-)
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WTF is a #MadScientistClown Anyway?
It's been brought to my attention that, apparently, the interwebz are still unfamiliar with the makeshift sociological archetype of #MadScientistClown even though we're surrounded by 'em! Especially in the most forward-accomplishing technology innovation circles.
Part #MadScientist: You know, we lock 'em in the basement like Brent Spiner in Independence Day; yet, we're utterly dependent upon them to tell us WTF to DO to fix our worst problems; especially when the shit hits the fan. Then, in return for their specialized eleventh hour ass-saving roles, which, like firemen -- only a billion times moreso -- save our bacon when we most need saving and then go back to "doing nothing" ... except staying fit and fully trained for the next time they need to save our bacon ... then, we marginalize, guffaw, ostracize, and isolate like any find upstanding family's Embarrassingly High Functioning, Mildly Autistic Polymath, right? Okay.
Part #Clown: You know, in a rodeo, those greasepaint-coated near-do-wells who ONLY put their very lives at risk in order to divert attention of the raging bulls and broncos who would like to put an end to us for daring to challenge Nature Itself in it's home arena. ("It's not nice to fool Mother Nature!") and all that rot. Or, in the circus variety, those Universal Pain Sponges who absorb all the discomfort and discontent of The Entire Crowd and transform it into antics that help us all Let Go Of Our Own Pain, if only for a little while. Then, in exchange for that liberating emotional catharsis, we relegate them to the social station of Loser Carny, and never give them the time of day; until they get back in Their Place; namely, acting as our own collective emotional toxic waste dump. Nice.
#MadScientistClown gets to be all of the above! Entertainer, Innovator, Goofball, Researcher, Ass-Saver at the Eleventh Hour when the Herd is Stampeding, and permanently "it" in that uplifting and existentially affirming Seventh Grade Playground perennial, Smear The Queer; which, admittedly needs further explication on Wikipedia to include the full-force gang tackle to the ground implied by "smear" in addition to the obvious reason for said smearing: being "queer."
Note: for those who hadn't noticed, yet, far too much of contemporary human society is frighteningly, functionally equivalent to a Seventh Grade Playground. That may be why we still have an ACLU, an EFF, etc.
So, for my own part, similar to supporting Boy With No Arms, People with No Water, and Old People that All Suck; I simply tend to side with the underdogs, I tend to identify with the #MadScientistClown archetype and agitate for greater inclusion and tolerance for Cognitive Diversity.
For instance, a #MadScientistClown might write things like:Most of the thoughts here are his [own] and not those of his employer. However, being the founder of his own company means he can say [whatever] the hell he likes. [Even recklessly Without Attribution, or Undaunted by Threat of Retribution.]
So, a #MadScientistClown is also -- how else can we put it -- just plain mav'ricky.
But as for my portion; blue skies, smiling at me; nothing but blue skies, do I see ... do you want to change it? -
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WTF is a #MadScientistClown anyway?
http://phreadz.com/x/ABQQPP1HRD/
For more information on how you too can become a #MadScientistClown (or realize that you've always been one) see http://tr.im/madscientistclown It's FREE! by : silverton
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If the Singularity were up UR butt
http://michael.silverton.palo-alto.ca.us/packets/?p=1028
Oh, then, you might be trackin’ the sucky OLD cluetrain manifesto … or at least learning about the inevitable era of Ethernet To The Loo. BUT — oh yes, with just a single ‘t’ this time — always remember, if Colbert gets all wiggy waggy jiggy jaggy flibbity jib with a Wag Of the Finger of Sardonicalism, then it’s Pop Culture; but if you do it, it’s sooo meeeean and abuuusive, you big, mean, OLD, mean, and mean old meanie! Okay, okay … total overdone point kill overload singularity achieved. Next time, maybe we just don’t ignore or gloss over the contextual logophilic foghorn "but seriously" and we’ll probably be just fine. See why this is called the DROPPED packets blog, now? :-) If you want some keeper packets, why not head over here? As if you had something more important to tend to right now, right? ;-) Oh, and if you’re ever not Satisfied with the Product here, you know Where To Go.
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Sardonicism Kills
http://michael.silverton.palo-alto.ca.us/packets/?p=1023
Through me you pass into the city of woe:Through me you pass into eternal pain:Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric mov’d:To rear me was the task of power divine,Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save thingsEternal, and eternal I endure.All hope abandon ye who enter here. Such characters in colour dim I mark’dOver a portal’s lofty arch inscrib’d:Whereat I thus: Master, these words import! Be ye ever forewarned, foresworn; oh forebear ye’ frail future forlorned!
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