May 4th, 2011

Artificial Empathy

In efforts to build momentum around the recent (((WFT))) initiatives to develop an “Artificial Empathy” machine, a relic representing some “SAGE” advice on antecedent tech has surfaced from out of videospheric depths. Omen deprived apocalypticists will wonder how they ever missed out on the messages this media artifact deployed early into the new millenium.

Even amidst a faded parochial city scape, forest-dwelling robots, clever machines, misunderstood mechanical men and ramifications there-of —much flies in the face of “Artificial Apathy,” a claim ready at hand by some!

Of Artifical Empathy, consider the claim by an eyewitness in the above survey who claims that “Bill Clinton is a Robot.” Empathy is Bill Clinton’s greatest political asset, reports Psychology Today in 2008. Case closed.

April 26th, 2011

Black Box (ambiguation)


Supposing one notices a black box, a blood specimen, a globule, or frog.  Of assorted falls from afar.  Supposing such falls are veritable echoic iterations of many mentioned legacies of falling phenomena.  Call these  “fallacies” by way of intoned, paralinguistic nuance.  With audacity, a portmanteau, a word contracted, but not contradicted, as “fallacy” to confound even the most attuned algorithmic assists.

Supposing one notices a black box, fallen from yonder. After assorted disambiguation, one concludes “a solution to all my goddamn problems.”  From this event-scene, one may wish to then infer: “my problems are over.”

It may be impossible to resist informing such a being that this is falsifiable on account of the fact that new media died yesterday, or in other words that now, or soon to be, black box 2.0 will be plummeting from futures as of yet unknown.  The burden of the future is the collapsing of context concerning reasonable maintenance.

Black swans may hatch from black boxes as readily as they might traverse blackholes so as to avoid detection.  A variant of black ops, no doubt.

August 29th, 2010

Hybrid Models

Ficto-Quizzical colleagues, Metaphortean Research has led to discoveries and conspiracies of novel GIF speciation events. Read on:

“These anomalous forms may almost be called living fossils; they have endured to the present day, from having inhabited a confined area, and from having thus been exposed to less severe competition.” - Charles Darwin, Origin of the Species

Crypto-Zoetropicalism, or the study of hidden animation, has revealed a great swathe of living fossils basking in the white light of the white box. Hidden in plain sight, the movements of these creatures are implicit, not explicit. Their bastion of crypsis relies on the exploded view, a con-sequence of the time-honored tradition. Unlike sequential art, an acknowledged ancestor of the moving image, these crypto-zoetropical candidates began to memetically drift by way of Cubism and Futurism, modern isms intermingling but divergent also from nascent cinematic apparatuses.

Like the slowly exterminated fresh-water forms that Darwin refers to above, this particular menagerie persists by formal stealth as much as memetic isolation. Sheltered from the heterogeneity, density and toxicity of life in the oceanic Interweb, their fossilization may well dissolve into extinction.

Putting audacity before caution, several of these “living fossils” have been hybridized with the GIF species. If biodiversity is too hopeful, memetic contamination too much of a brag, perhaps the old haunt of context collapse will suffice as a provisional place-holder for these kinetically modified organisms (KMOs).

Is there much to be learned in from these pulsing hybrids? Can these animalized isms maintain their prowess in the thick of everyday media life? Entertaining the simultaneity of one and three chairs, myriad soup cans and untitled stacks is perhaps a whimsical reminder that “an infinite number of contexts [are] collapsing upon one another.” (Wesch) –Network culture is indifferent towards an anomalous [read: obsolescing even now] strain of GIF speciation. Exclusivity is not synonymous with heroism in battle.

July 27th, 2010

Atmospheric Perspectives

Perhaps this latest vector of Metaphortean Research will be of interest to the (((WFT))) clientele, too:

At once a meditation in the paranormal and a mediation moving alongside, beside, near, next to other phenomena, this is high dynamic range imagining. Informed by any number of vistas filtered by pollutants to produce a picturesque shift of values, this paramediation has its head in the clouds.

Atmospheric perspective relies on the interaction of spheres, evocation of tone poems, the persistence of gray areas and the notion, following an artist in the information environment, that “history is spatial” and that “there are going to be anachronisms in your neighborhood.”

This excursion will employ as its aide, a photo-document of a UFO in Mcminnville, Oregon circa 1950.

The Noosphere, a soft haziness modifying all other spheres, offers gradual gliding in the distance. Out of primordial depths, an extra-sensory meshwork with modules so intricate and numerous as to appear in shifting gradient, or moiré. Synchronicities as our witness, this grey goo scenario long ago consumed us, an ostensibly benevolent (or at least indifferent) form of auto-ecophagy: a gut-feeling or deja vu.

The Videosphere amplified this meandering miasma, attuning us tonally. Contrasting the fleeting memories of the mind by bringing out definition in rolling hills, sleeping giants to some, “timid giants” in Mcluhan’s terms. At any rate vision at a distance , no longer mere premoniton, but an offering of “a completely new video environment and image-exchange life-style, (Youngblood, Expanded Cinema) just over yonder.

The combined blogo/vlogospheric presence champions the familiar technological trappings of the networked landscape. Lines of flight/sight crisscrossing, darkened with proximity and displaced only by the suggestion of echo-phagy, seen/scene here as a mnemonic shelter of sorts, memory palace admidst weeds whilst still firmly roofed. One wonders if this is an epitome of server farming, a pastoral tone poem or idyll/idle/idol

In the sky: the cipher, the consequences of worlds colliding/colluding, or an impulsive break in the code, a sferic , whistler, sounding the alarm on so many techno-imaginaries.

An anachronism in the neighborhood while judgement is out to lunch and/or the pre-mature arrival of a future shadow: The Clogosphere.

May 19th, 2010

Polterzeitgeist Persists


Again, begrudgingly, The Metaphortean Researcher must give a nod to (((WFT))) without whom the Polterzeitgeist might never have been perceptible. However, it is indeed a motley Weird Faction that I will commend presently in review of this most recent series of engagements!

With many thanks to The Electromagnetic Archeologist for the spirit photographies, ’twas a successful engagement with the Polterzeitgeist Outreach Coordinator at the DIVA gallery in Eugene. After a spirited romp thru the Revenant Archives, ogling evidence of trad telepathies—of séances and clairvoyant horses—Irving Bleak then assisted me in establishing a link with today’s multi-modal phantom presence. Made manifest by way of all manner of real and imagined technologies, the residual energies of the Polterzeitgeist are loitering near Portland presently, invited to the area’s newest haunt next week!

This Tuesday, May 25th @ the Grand Detour, an exciting new space for “experiments in new media,” The Polterzeitgeist will again be conjured up! New channels, new modes of thought, this audio-visual exposé will unfold in conjunction with Deep Leap Microcinema’s The Internet is a Terrible Place to Live showcase!

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