Saint Cat’s head was sodden with worries, so she went in search of Cilantro the Sage. One evening, she found him on the beach.
“Cilantro,” she said, “My head is sodden with worries. In this unprecedented time full of unprecedented events, no one trusts anyone, and we are all very tired. My old friends are threatening strangers to me now. Should I just stick apart from them?”
Cilantro scratched his nuts thoughtfully. “Let me tell you about the seasons,” he said.
“The tides are controlled by the moon. I have watched them. The rising tide rushes in, covering the Chaos of the shore with the Disorder of the waves — the sea making messy frothy love to the shore. Our footprints in the sand are erased, only to influence great waves out at sea in unpredictable ways. Then the sea puts on her clothes and leaves: the Bureaucracy of the falling tide. The wet spot on the bed — the bare shore — is the liminal ecosystem of Aftermath, where creatures that could survive neither in land nor in sea thrive among the rotting drowned creatures of the other two domains. …
St. Dog and St. Cat used to be room-mates, back when they both worked nights at the Qwik-Stop. Back then, as fall became winter and day, night, and hangover haze blurred, their comfortable routine was interrupted by a strange occurrence: for three days, they each dreamt vividly of a silver alarm clock. They talked about it and couldn’t figure out why they were having the same dream. It wasn’t something they had both seen on TV, or an ad on their commute. …
A friend of mine visited the site of the bowling alley. THE Bowling Alley. It was February of 2020 — quarantine came down right after and he got stuck in California for two weeks between that and the business with the plane tickets — and I’m pretty sure it was The Bowling Alley for a couple reasons.
See, a few years ago, I met this guy in a bar. Kinda sketchy looking guy, but it was a sketchy kind of bar. Wrinkly, covered in faded tattoos, trucker hat over an uneven scrub of long gray hairs. …
The medieval conception of a text is a unicursal labyrinth: it twists and turns, knotted in its convolutions, obscure a completely linear path. There is only one way to read such a linear text. Hypertexts, on the contrary, are topologically like multicursal labyrinths: there are many possible paths through, some being dead ends, and these paths fork at nodal points; they may even loop back upon themselves. While a multicursal labyrinth may only be traversed linearly — while the traces of its lines of flight are linear — its potential traversal paths, or its solution space, is both parallel, myriad, and potentially cyclic. A literary conception of chapel perilous must have these characteristics but further be undirected: chapel perilous is a labyrinth from which there may be no escape. The choice of paths here relates to conceptions of will. Chapel perilous is a place where traditional maze-solving algorithms do not work. You cannot stick to the left wall, for instance. You cannot get a clue. Therefore, it cannot be navigated without a ‘will’. The idea of will is problematic here: Gurdjieff’s idea of will seems stronger and stricter than Spare’s: we can create sigils without having a single crystallized self! And it seems incompatible with Crowley’s ‘true will’, a determinist formation that is guaranteed to be in agreement with the flow of the universe. Where Crowley’s true will is the Tao, obscured by the twists and turns and knots in the veil of maya, Gurdjeiff believes we can only develop a will through a promethean transcendence: to evolve is to declare war on God, Nature, and the Moon, and this revolt against GNON will be put down if it results in large-scale disruption. Crowley appears, despite his promethean and luciferian trappings, conservative in this sense. Gurdjeiff seems more in line then with Nietzsche, whose will to power ends with a superman who creates new sacred games for himself, or with Sartre, whose acts of radical freedom cannot be predicted. But this is not really true either! Gurdjieff’s will is a crystallized I, and is supposed to be at least internally coherent. Sartre’s revolts against the self are necessarily random, which Gurdjieff would consider the absence of a unified will. Yet Gurdjieff sees a unified will as nonmechanical — in fact, the only possible aspect of a human being that is nonmechanical. How is an internal consistency different from a mechanism? How is freedom of choice different from randomness? Here we may look to Dennett’s idea of the agentitive lens. We treat or model phenomena as agents — as making choices based on free will in a goal-directed manner — if and only if doing so makes it easier to predict behaviors. This relates to scope, and to levels of abstraction. If we have all the relevant information to model something step by step, as we might with simple Newtonian mechanics like billiard balls, then the agentitive lens is inappropriate. If we have all the appropriate information but the complexity of such a model makes it impossible to efficiently compute results, as with the behavior of gasses, we might use statistical models. If the results are highly input-dependent, as with weather patterns, we must use statistical models and accept less accurate results. But no matter the underlying complexity, if a phenomenon has both positive and negative feedback loops and those loops are generally balanced, we can treat the homeostatic or allostatic state as a goal and model the phenomenon agentitively. As we build the master of the house, the master can recognize the mechanicalness of the individual centers and components because he can predict them without necessarily resorting to agentitive modelling — but the master is an agent to any systems of comparable complexity. Meanwhile, lower and less integrated forms of intelligence cannot model the master at all, except perhaps as an agent of much higher effectiveness, and then only if its goals are known. Constructing a higher integration, and making sure that integration is stable and functional, involves radical restructuring of existing behaviors and mechanism. We are not hill-climbing but performing simulated annealing. A shock to the system, or a constraint that changes the fitness function and thereby changes our path through solution space, makes us more flexible but may cause us to simply stratify in a different manner. At the same time, constant mutation means we are always acting suboptimally. This is the explore versus exploit tradeoff. We cannot always afford to keep going until we hit a dead end. Sometimes we must turn around when we hit fnord or some other clue that we might be losing the plot. But such clues are not reliable. A fnord is irrationally feared. If we cannot see the fnord it cannot eat us, but the fnord might not eat us anyhow. Sometimes red flags are a real, reliable clue that something is wrong. Other times, red flags are false flags: to get to our goal we must ignore them. Goals that are worth having are goals that are rarely achieved, and they are therefore goals that are hidden behind barriers. If you follow common sense then you are doomed to find yourself with a common life and a common mentality. Injecting entropy — through randomness perhaps — can keep us from being predictable to others and to our past selves, even through the agentitive lens. At the same time, it leads to suboptimality in the exploit phase. How can we be sure that we have found a high enough peak before settling? …
The difference between ancoms and ancaps is ancoms think without government we wouldn’t have money while ancaps think without government we wouldn’t have community.
If ancaps are right then we’re fucked, because without government we also wouldn’t have money & so when the government bubble finally bursts we will be in the Hobbsean state of nature liberals warned us about. But, I dunno. I’m hardly a sociable or popular person, but even I have experienced fleeting moments of mutual aid. I expect these to become more common as the forces that pit us against each other weaken.
Here’s the thing. Mutual aid is absolutely contingent. It depends upon people liking you, which means either you avoid acting like a shithead or it’s clear that your antisocial actions aren’t your fault. This is scary if you have a social-darwinian idea of the world or if you see most people around you as enemies. If you don’t think anybody can like you, it’s hard to depend on them, and some mechanism of supporting yourself without depending on them looks desirable. …
O Nobly Born (so and so by name), the time has come for thee to seek the Work in reality. Thy breathing has become manual. Thy guru has set thee face to face with the ray of creation. At this moment, know thou thyself, and abide in that state.
O Nobly Born, let not thy mind be distracted.
Even if I cannot realize it, yet will I know this Bardo, and, mastering the subtle body and the astral body, will appear in whatever shape will benefit endlessness.
Keeping thyself unseparated from this resolution, thou shouldst try to remember whatever devotional practices thou went accustomed to perform during thy lifetime. …
There is a vampire on your television. He wants you to look into his eyes.
He changes shape. First, he sings a sad song, holding a starving puppy. Then, he is very excited about an upcoming sale. He is angry, and you become angry. He is afraid, and you become afraid. He wants you to have an opinion about the news.
He wants you to become a goth today, and a punk tomorrow. He wants you to be a Democrat on Superbowl Sunday, and a Republican on Super Tuesday. He asks you how you feel about the issues, but he doesn’t want to know — he just wants you to feel something. …
Me: my car won’t start
Person 1: That’s because your dashboard is dusty. I used to be like you: dusty dashboard made me afraid to go over 25.
Person 2: Gotta deflate your tires or else you’ll keep hitting trees.
Person 3: It’s so hard to keep your speed under 80! Sometimes it’s enough to make you not want to drive at all.
Pick-up artist: Buy these air fresheners and you are guaranteed an average speed of 900 mph or it’s your fault. Only 16 easy payments of $8999.99!
Incel: 80% of cars are manufactured with a warped chassis & won’t start because they aren’t red enough. Your car will never start, and if it started in the past, you are a bad person. …
Despite obfuscation, the meaning of ‘working class’ is very straightforward: the working class is composed of everyone who works for a living. The working class is thereby distinguished from the ‘owning class’ — everyone whose property provides them enough passive income to live indefinitely off of it.
Working class people are not necessarily good people. These days, most of them are “class traitors” — which is to say, most of them try to promote their own well-being at the cost of other workers in ways that ultimately mostly benefit the owning class. While this is unfortunate, it’s also predictable. …
Survellance capitalism doesn’t trade in actually good predictions. You know, from direct first hand experience with targeted advertising, that ad-tech is (on average) bullshit. You are not an outlier: ad models don’t work much better on anybody else. They trade on the statistical illusion of ad targeting.
This illusion is tenuous. Click-through rates fall as users become more canny, & click-throughs are the best metric anybody has for ad success (even though most clicks don’t turn into sales & most sales are not the results of ad clicks).
This doesn’t mean the ad-driven revenue model has no effects. It has massive effects: as the ad-tech industry doubles down on whatever tricks can still con investors, and applies those tricks at scale, we end users are pushed into behaviors that are of no use to anybody, let alone us: doomscrolling, notification anxiety, starting drama with strangers. What it does mean is that the promises that make these strategies profitable are lies, and as soon as the illusion becomes untenable, the bubble collapses, taking Facebook/Twitter/Google with it. (Amazon is not listed here, because Amazon is not dealing in ad tech per-se: they know what sells and what gets returned. Their recommendation system is as shitty as the rest but it’s based on real data instead of simulacra.) …
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