May 30th, 2009

Detrimental Kinship?

derosAs a Space-Time Transient I share the responsibility of facilitating any given cine-molecular invasion with my symbiotic familiar the Temporary Autonomous Clone. Together we swap notes on amplifying and overloading psychic capacitors in the fleshy minds of mammals. Some would say that the Temporary Autonomous Clone (TAC) is, at best, a mildly utopic spin off of the Deros.

The Deros, as any student of the Weird knows well enough, is a “detrimental robot,” mutated into a mean-spirited android by way of radiated e-waste left in the Hollow Earth many millennia ago by negligent Titans and, or, Atlans.  Deros operated within their inner-Earth hovel, accumulating attention capital within their malevolent social networks by sabotaging and disappearing people, places and things on Earth’s surface.

Gremlins, and their penchant for interfering with transportation and transmission tech are another popular referent in conversations with self-proclaimed know-it-alls on the subject of all things wily, weird, wired and potentially ficto-quizzical.

Such demarcations of  kinship amongst Deros, gremlins and the TAC are valid, but also fairly linear and, frankly, weak in the face of the hideous heterogeneity paramount in a Space-Time Transient and, or, Temporary Autonomous Clone’s day-to-day!  The monstrous perplexities and rich ambiguity of all of the discussed monstrosities are prone to being reduced to emblematic echoes.

Engineers, care-takers and otherwise damned denizens of the researcher persuasion are close at hand should any TAC crash hard. Referred to in some circles as a “black box,” the meta-data extracted from within the pineal cache is useful for analyzing experience design minutiae.

The pineal cache devices are carefully engineered and confusingly constructed to withstand the external forces, including ironically enough, next generation Deros, gremlins and, or, spambots!  Contrary to the “black box” reference, the exterior of the pineal cache is coated with razzle-dazzle paint, echoing the garments of the Space-Time Transient.  Trained specialists are not foiled by the razzle-dazzle and quickly lock on and retrieve contents. Schema, charts and other details on where/when to shift patterns, re-wire or locate psychotronic impulses emergent in previous video mixes are plentiful in any given cache.  Evidenced, for the curious, in this layout out that was retrieved circa December 2003:tacschema

May 29th, 2009

B.C.U.

Monsters and humanoids exist in the same space and time in the same simple storyline.

((Thanks to Indian artist Shakti Dash for the use of samples of a circuit bent keyboard.))

May 28th, 2009

Mind Children Get Headaches

Media Archeology often times makes us walk down paths of the unknown.

One of the challenges facing the QWERTYcore generation is their inability to deal with escape velocity. These are young creative types and they are highly interconnected with the world around them. (Who isn’t connected with the world around them?)

One dilemma is that they can never let go.

The second someone in the QWERTYcore generation ….and so there is a constant fear that you are going to lose everything you worked for if you unplug.

These databodies, these distributed beings are increasinlgy easy to capture

….split between labor and leisure. So people went to work a

and they never know when they are at home and when they are somewhere else

They are a very important part of our information ecology. Because they are the network entrepreneurs that go from one place to another and bring new ideas

They are prime representation of Metcalf’s law, where, the strength of the network increases as the network bergamon

Some symptoms experience by the QWERTYcore generation are: A fear of hovering or levitating. Afraid that they are hovering inches above the ground. And they can neither touch the ground or take off. They are in a constant state of confusion about where their roots and feet lay.

…More and more non-linear and cyclical matter! Causing a lot of the confusion.

See what it means to be a mindchild: A mind child is a being that is distributed across vast parts of the universe. They might have an ear on mars, ane eye on pluto, and a hand in another galaxy entirely. THAT is very uncomfortable because your ear and your eye are planets apart. And the delay time makes your mind hurt.

And you have big headaches. That’s a problem.

May 28th, 2009

A Fearsome Fable Foams

thEmanating into as-of-yet unseen Hertzian climes, piping out of the piles of precarious and soon to be outmoded electronics a fearsome fable foams. A Hertzian Tale for today’s somambulent meanderthals, those blackburied alive.  Those wired up in real-time but unattuned to the churning…a long-running rumbling redolent of forgotten deros!  On 12 June the inane chatter of the airwaves’  occupation will be reduced to a maligned whisper.  But listen closely to this whisper, a faint hum, nay, a pattern or fractal-like revelation of many micronarratives.  A triumphant whisper that will creep swiftly into a crescendo as the backdrop of static electricity takes center stage!

Of so many possible poems emanating from the dawn of time, take with you this tale now—of the sleeping giant, yet noisome in so many ways, a devilish sort who in fact crafted or co-conspired the coffin into which Vaudeville descended. The final nail for those poor vaudevillians, I’m sorry to say.  Sorrier to say that this message repeats— that the subject of this tome, this tomb, is a detrimental robot who also reaches the end of its useful existence, arrived, as all creatures flesh and tech are fated to do!! Gravely, this life has been too sinful for a heavenly uplink or jolt of tech-immortality; and yet even the Devil won’t settle for anything less than high-def ! And so this derelectroid is barred from hell as well.

Nowhere to go at the end of transmission.  The dastardly Devil mockingly tossed out some phantom limbs, tingling intangibles that,  glowing weirdly within flames of hell, were remediated in retrogradations by the anxious and abandoned dero on its perhaps doomed (tele)vision quest. Attaching these horn-like protrusions to a procession of analog residuals plentiful–even now–along the banks of the river Willamette, this fearsome foe began endlessly wandering the e-wasteland called Earth, endlessly auto-scanning for a wandering signal, an empty channel a glimmer of hope.

May 27th, 2009

Mythos Are Mutable

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From: Picture is Unrelated

WEIRD FICTION : Invading Mankind's Information Ecosystems