Eroding Emergence

From The Islands by Louise Cotnoir translated by Oana Avasilichioaei.

Place can’t escape
Weathering
Words no longer write
On cave walls
To azure lakes
They float on the screen

Take this poetic excerpt which seems to evoke digital decay and bit dust and most importantly a sort of reassembly. Set it beside this description of modelling in AI and you almost get a plateau effect à la Deleuze and Guattari.

The model for artificial intelligence was altered from one based on thinking processes to one grounded in behaviors. Rather than creating a system that would move through a ‘sense-model-plan-act’ (consciousness emulation) sequence, a number of rudimentary but tightly coupled sensor-actuator behaviors were run in parallel with simple asynchronous communications between them. This is a stroke of pragmatic brilliance for it allowed for the testing and debugging of a number of simple behaviors which, once perfected, could be left untouched while attention was turned to higher order structures that are concerned with the mediation or coordination between simple behaviors in order to produce a more complex activity. It was assumed that there would be conflicting information, missed communications, and the occasional failure of a mechanism or behavior module. But, the failure of a single element wouldn’t bring the whole robot to a halt, although it may have to revert to a more primitive level of behavior or adjust itself to the loss of a sensor. Modularity and robustness are central to this approach.

Ted Krueger “Like a Second Skin” (c. 1996) originally accessed from http://comp.uark.edu/~tkrueger/metadermis/meta.html where it was housed when he was the E. Fay Jones Visiting Professor of Architecture at the School of Architecture, University of Arkansas- Fayetteville. Now Lost … but one conducts a search and finds a similarly named piece by Ted Krueger appearing in Integrating Architecture Spiller, Neil (ed.) Architectural Design Profile no. 131, December 1996. This bibliographic detail is to be found in Reframing Consciousness: Art, mind and technology edited by Roy Ascott. If it were not for erosion of one resource I would not have stumbled upon what appears to be a very interesting collection. Dancing in the particles of the screen.

And so for day 351
30.11.2007

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Beyond the Light Pollution

D.G. Jones gave us stars by fire

Li Bai (Li Po) gives us stars by water.

In sunshine, Censer Peak breathes purple mist.
A jutting stream, the cataract hangs in spray
Far off, then plunges down three thousand feet —
As if the sky had dropped the Milky Way.

“The Waterfall at Lu Shan” rendered into English by Vikram Seth in Three Chinese Poets.

The enjambement “hangs in spray / Far off” gives to the piece the added frisson of proximity to the precipice.

And so for day 350
29.11.2007

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Sidereal Aspirations

Robin Skelton ends the last of the four sections of “Four Inscriptions” in Landmarks with an appeal beyond the vagaries of posterity.

No-one is listening.
It does not matter.

I am making something
for far stars.

This reminds me of a poem by Li Bai (Li Po) “Drinking Alone with the Moon” where the speaking voice is left by itself when moon and shadow depart and in this rendering by Vikram Seth (Three Chinese Poets) left to anticipate a meeting far off among the stars of the Milky Way.

Let’s pledge — beyond human ties — to be friends,
And meet where the Silver River ends.

Tone between the two poets is different but the sentiment to look to the future despite prospects is the same.

And so for day 349
28.11.2007

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Micro-Pangs

The one side of the layout is a micro-narrative. On the other side is a brief sartorial description and a note about what the spotted person is reading. At times the micro-narraitve offers a pastiche of what the spotted person has been seen reading.

Of my favourites is this “After Joe Brainard” rifting on Brainard’s I Remember and whose micro-narrative ends with a contemplation of the signs of loss

He remembers his bare toes touching the cold floor, how once it would be followed by a warm hand on the back of his neck.

He remembers the empty drawers, one less toothbrush, and the extra set of keys taking up space in his loose change bowl.

And Wilson is adorable in playing with Nabokov’s Lolita with a sighting of a 60 year old paired with micro-narrative entitled “Of Age” [which title offers me a hint of a Francis Bacon Essay “A man that is young in years may be old in hours, if he have lost no time.”] and Wilson turns with a note of herzschmerz to this end

He thinks of him like a little brother, these first few months out of the closet so crucial. He considers himself Trevor’s life coach — save for that first fumble in the back seat before he knew how young he was.

Julie Wilson. Seen Reading.

And so for day 348
27.11.2007

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Designing for Mutability

The imperative is identified.

the need to make design as fluid as possible so that it can pour across the wires into the unpredictable receptacles, rhythms, and ultimately the lives of others.

Alan Liu is here referencing material accessed through the Web. What he here describes in The Laws of Cool can also be valid if in a more limited sense for print and television. The key is the accommodation of rhythm. And this design principle can even be extended to theatre hacking by Olivier Choinière or imagine a stroll through the Oakville Galleries in the Gariloch Gardens with/through Janet Cardiff’s A Large Slow River (2000). Life presents us with opportunities to resize, delay, pause, in short mashable moments, and as the description [by curator Marnie Fleming?] of the Cardiff piece says “Our attention is fixed on listening and imagining. Synchronistic events also play with our understanding of reality as events and scenes described on her CD coincidentally come together in the physical world.” And as any meditator can tell you — sounds occur in one’s head often unbidden.

Sounds come and go: that description was once on the Oakville Galleries website, no longer there, now available via Discogs.

And so for day 347
26.11.2007

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Slack

Looseness in the system is what allows work to get done.

In his authoritative Information Payoff: the Transformation of Work in the Electronic Age (1985), Paul A. Strassmann observes that there is an enormous amount of invisible slack in routine knowledge work. On the one hand, such slack is clearly inefficient: “The real world of the office is full of delays, miscommunications, errors, and changes. … For instance, tracking a simple four-page bulletin informing the field sales force about a minor change in pricing policy can reveal a surprisingly complex train of events.” But on the other hand, Strassmann argues, trying to rationalize all office work to the point where even complex tasks are programmed into information technology is “an unreasonable objective” because many tasks are unprogrammable. Indeed, unprogrammability is crucial to “informality,” which amounts to no less than a whole parallel work flow that gets things done precisely by circumventing unrealistic or inappropriate standards, procedures, protocols, and programs. In one office Strassmann studied in minute detail, for example, only 12 percent of transactions could be accounted for as part of the formal system of work; 53 percent “were part of a formal system but required a great deal of discretion, training, and experience”; and 35 percent “were not systematized at all and required a great deal of initiative and personal skill.” [Alan Liu, The Laws of Cool (2004) 297-298]

Work in other words gets done thanks to social capital.

And so for day 346
25.11.2007

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Avijk

It’s a whale of a story.

And a story about a whale.

Here’s how it ends.

The third time Avijk phones, my roommate answers. The line is dead, so she knows it’s Avijk and calls for me. But the line is dead for me too. I know she’s there but I can’t hear her. Something is terribly wrong. I leave immediately to go and see her — taking my boat out to the spot where we usually meet. Finally, she comes. Moving so slowly. She’s very sick — dying. I cry, embrace her, stroke her. She cries a little, too. We say our goodbyes, and I go home feeling very sad.

I sit alone in my living room. I can feel something coming but I don’t know what it is. I close my eyes — and for a moment, just a moment — I’m five years old. My grandmother is making Danish pancakes for me in the kitchen of her tiny apartment in Copenhagen. Suddenly, a tremendous force pushes open the kitchen shutters, reaches me in the next room and slams me, pinning me against the wall.

It’s Avijk.

Avijk has died and her spirit has come here, faster than the subway, faster than the wind, and entered me. And I am filled with such tremendous joy and peace that I can barely contain it in my body.

Sonja Mills with “Avijk” in desire high heels red wine shows us what happens to cetacean-human relations when you start off a story with “My best fried is Avijk the whale.”

And so for day 345
24.11.2007

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Piltdown Mashup

Exhibit A
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piltdown_Man

Exhibit B
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goodtimes_virus

“Good Times” virus, a hoax or mere performance of a virus in the mid 1990s that uncannily created an effect very much like a real “worm” virus: it prompted users to pass on warnings about the fake virus that in themselves, through their sheer number created wormlike effects. [Alan Liu, The Laws of Cool: Knowledge Work and the Culture of Information p. 360.]

The timelines… Piltdown skull (some 40 years to expose) versus the viral speeds of the Internet propagation of an urban myth… seems like time to read Contagious Metaphor by Peta Mitchell. I’ve caught the bug.

And so for day 344
23.11.2007

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less-slower-worse

At first I was taken by this tack to the lifestyle of rush. Then I read more slowly and realized that what is proposed is less about “taking time” and more about “controlling rhythm”. Try to read this not as a list of activities that cannot be speeded up and more as an invitation to linger and savour.

“Of course, everything can’t speed up,” says David Levy, a professor at the Information School of the University of Washington. “You can’t speed up the time needed to be intimate with one another. Thinking is not an activity you can speed up. It needs time to muse and reflect, and some of the things we need to do in order to think, like walk, or read deeply, or even take naps, simply don’t fit into this globalizing idea of more-faster-better.”

As quoted by Erin Anderssen in “Digital overload: How we are seduced by distraction” in the Globe and Mail

And so I come to the conclusion that a variety of rhythms in one’s life is vital to protect against slow degeneration induced by constant rushing. Along with the brisk tempos one benefits from a moderato pace … and even a good nap after running about.

And so for day 343
22.11.2007

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Forest Sorcery

Robin Skelton, particularly in Landmarks, offers us poetry which is laden with wonderful West Coast atmospherics and sly transmogrifications. One striking passage describes flora in a manner attuned to how simple particulars seize imagination all the while making us brave as danger is inscribed with familiarity. We find a tree:

tattered with green hanging moss,
and roped with vines,
and fanged with shaking fern

I do like that injection of animal incisors and the trembling motion. Short space. Big story.

And so for day 342
21.11.2007

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