Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0912061318510.4888@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Where to begin when I began:
Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2009 13:19:25 -0500 (EST)
Where to begin when I began: If I knew where I am, I'd have to know around my body, and then would know how that knowledge connects to everything. The best I can do is far less and I don't know where I am because of that. Where I am is disjointed from what I know. For example: I database on panix.com, Gmail, Facebook, Ning, MySpace, Youtube, Twitter, Cybermind, Cyberculture, Wryting, Poetics, Nettime, Netbehaviour, Webartery, 7-11, and Second Life. Stop right now. This is the energy of another location. For example, then: sondheim pts/18 Dec 6 01:59 (user-387hjcn.cable.mindspring.com) sondheim pts/18 user-387hjcn.cable.mindspr 1:59AM 0 w sondheim:*:4564:99:Alan Sondheim:/net/u/6/s/sondheim:/usr/local/bin/ksh Sun Dec 6 02:01:12 EST 2009 /net/u/6/s/sondheim GoogleSearch.wsdl Mail News Note a ad book.txt course digi epoetry foo.txt lily lisp lynx.html mail milgrom mod mus netcourse notes old.html qj.txt resmusic.txt sl summary.txt texts theory.txt vr wvu.txt wvusummary.rtf wvusummary.txt zz For example, now: sondheim:*:4564:99:Alan Sondheim:/net/u/6/s/sondheim:/usr/local/bin/ksh sondheim pts/14 Dec 6 03:31 (user-387hjcn.cable.mindspring.com) sondheim pts/14 user-387hjcn.cable.mindspr 3:31AM 0 -ksh Sun Dec 6 03:38:19 EST 2009 This is a dead end. I am scrawling nowhere. The appetition of the theore- tical collapses after any number of hours. Given the change in interface, I can't access .wsdl any more. The account is full of relics. For example: $ perl a/looply.pl hello 404 Not Found at a/looply.pl line 32 $ pico a/looply.pl = $google_search -> doGoogleSearch( $google_key, $query, !/usr/local/bin/- perl looply.pl typical Google Web API # Location of the GoogleSearch WSDL file my loop, retrieving 10 results at a time my $loops = 20; GoogleSearch.wsdl Hsearch = 1)*10; $offset += 2) { # Query Google my $results = $google_search -> doGoogleSearch( $google_key, $query, 2009... which now crashlands, scratching nothing. There's this to say about the history: "1 ls 2 pico zz 3 fg 4 grep sondheim /etc/passwd >> zz 5 who | grep sondheim >> zz 6 w | grep sondheim >> zz 7 date >> zz 8 fg 9 pico zz 10 mv zz ww 11 script 12 pico typescript 13 strings typescript >> zz 14 pico zz 15 pico typescript 16 strings typescript > zz 17 rm typescript 18 pico zz 19 grep -v "[" zz > yy 20 grep -v \[ > yy 21 grep -v "\[" > yy 22 wc yy 23 grep -v 22 zz > yy 24 grep -v 13 yy > zz 25 grep -v 7 zz > yy 26 grep -v ":" yy > zz 27 pico zz 28 strings zz > ww 29 pico yy 30 sed 's/\[.....//g' ww > zz," moving through the usual errors. Stumbling gets you where you thought you were going. I lie, cheat, kludge, hack, crack, stack. I can't remember the last time tendrils took root, for example /, with some sort of mastery. Miasma: I have just read I misunderstand code (Silvestre, who I misunder- stand), that it's not writing in any sense of natural language. But from higher to lower level, there are always translations. Assembly language translates like sorted boxcars - the most beautiful emission in the cosmos is indirect addressing, tendrils. Machine language scratches the material itself: Better yet, scratch into the world, as if it were natural. Where am I in the midst of databases in this dark night? where is the night leading? Code knows no night, no day. What affects the protocol shudders the chips themselves, dreaming the code shuffling through them. The code doesn't break; chips do. Chips shatter in the cold, sputter in the heat. This is my emission in the cosmos. This is on your screen, roiling across your machine, this doesn't stop for anything, this disappears. Our emis- sions are always already ghosts, always already virga, portending their extinctions in their very forms. Nothing reaches the ground that never existed. What you can be sure of: that labor, energy, created this text. That the text is an economy and a signature, just as paper money or check, just as stocks and protocols are economies and signatures. Under capital, mass amasses; identity lost remains in the form of energy spent. In the holographic universe, information is never lost, almost always is irre- trievable. Here in this text I give you the blueprint of my bones. You can do nothing with it. Stumbling gets you where you thought you were going, but you've already forgotten my name. Sun Dec 6 13:13:34 EST 2009 sondheim pts/7 user-387hjcn.cable.mindspr 1:10PM 0 grep sondheim sondheim pts/7 Dec 6 13:10 (user-387hjcn.cable.mindspring.com) +++