Reblog:

Qiao PP3 Posthuman (iPhone)

I've combined the concept maps of 1), 2) and their connections into one graph. 
The upper half is mainly about embodied interaction, and the lower half is mainly about distributed cognition:

My posthuman manifesto:

1. We're always posthumans ever since we became human. That's because the ability of humans is constantly evolving and we are never the same as what was considered "being human" a while ago.
2. The sense of being posthuman becomes stronger when the speed of ability enhancing increases, especially when the changes can be obviously felt within a fraction of humans' life-time.
3. The sense of being posthuman becomes stronger also when we become more dependent on the environment created by ourselves.
4. The sense of being posthuman becomes more obvious when different parts of our society do not advance in coordinated paces, so that some advancement becomes an issue and unsettles us.
5. All the enhancements of our abilities up till now are still human-centric. However they have indeed altered our experience and perception of the world.
6. New evolution of our posthuman characteristics will still be bounded by our physical and mental limitations.
7. We'll continue to be posthumans, before we are replaced or eliminated from this universe.

21 November, 2012 08:58

I haven't seen the inside of this place in weeks. I only came here to briefly make allusions about the similiarty between Kym and the Lady of Pain. To make that connection for my daughter so she can grasp the hilt and raise its power. The Lady of Pain is an enigma. The silent dabus serve her, and the Factols administrate Sigil nominally in her name. But she never issues a decree. Never holds court. From time to time she is seen, drifting silently through the streets. Her gaze can open fatal gashes, or condemn those who anger her to an eternity wandering in endless mazes – the streets of Sigil turning back upon themselves to imprison the unfaithful.

Sigil and Salem.

Transhumanist Regime: Day 2

I dissolved 5 grams of Piracetam with 1 gram of Choline into my coffee. Which made a normally enjoyable experience bitter and unappetizing. This infusion was still better then yesterdays fiasco. I also only took half of the CoQ10. All I've had to eat thus far is Tortilla Chips, Pizza Pringles, and Garlic Hummus. No new insights, no surges of meaning or intelligence. I need to USE this but I'm in transit with purpose.

Transhumanist Regime / Nootropics: Day 1

Yesterday I began my new regime of Nootropics. Its a light beginning as I haven't started exercising or purchased the full range yet. Mostly this is about taking light doses to get the chemicals suffused into my system. My brother is going to acquire for me some DMT and adderall as well. To start I mixed 5 grams of Piracetam with 1 gram of CDP Choline. I put the other pills in the mix too rather than swallowing them individually. Which was a mistake. This included the Mega Mind mix, the Lion's Mane, the CoQ10 with Biperine and the Omega 3 gummies. I took the gummy multis seperately. I blended this with the Green Machine fruit drink, a Rockstar, and Coconut Soy Ice Cream.

It was horrible. Digestible and didn't hurt my stomach but certainly not tasty. The later stress and anxiety may have impeded any effects but I'm not looking for a quick turnaround.

Today I think I will lessen the amount of Piracetam / Choline and take the pills seperately. I can already feel my stomach rebelling against the pills but I need to find a way to take them.

I figure I will give it three weeks at low dose inclusion rate then break for a week then do 6 weeks at a higher more structured dose. I also need to improve my exercise for body and mind to maximize / analyze whatever effects it is generating.

Check out "Transhumanist Armamentarium" at http://sprng.me/h08qv

27 October, 2012 08:25

Dear Father forgive me for I have sinned, it has been too long since my last confession. Days and miles and strange winds. I'm in Salem now, back in my city, such as it is. Broken, violent, teeming with pop viruses. Trash and turmoil and stunted intelligence. We've left Los Angeles behind along with everything I had made there.

I have discovered many tidbits and messages in the synchronous database of spiritual forums.

The Word spoke to me through the harmonious jungle of the radio and mentioned many things but the power of a prophet was utmost in its message. And here in Salem I seek a gnostic nihilism to wipe away the glittery rubble that has built up on her surface.

I need to be...

3 September, 2012 15:27

As I type I am wearing Essendariel and thinking about a myriad of artifices and concepts. Not in parallel but layered sequential. Like diffusing an upload across multiple media entities. I first wanted something processional. A litany to help orient with the mind as a computer. The computer as a magician. The bio-transdigital experience. Data as God etc.

It goes something like this:

I am 1337 My Energy is Arête. My Data is Gnosis. I am free from serial reasoning, the analog and illusion. I am jacked into the Labyrinth. The evolving fractal heart of the Signal. And the target set is clean.

I started experiencing, in my various memory marts and warehouses, Data Corruption, decay. Un-usability.

Data Entropy.

I researched data entropy as I imagined the grid, the matrix, cyberspace, becoming overwhelmed with copies of copies of copies. Dimensions within dimensions housing these artifacts. A byte is a particle in the cyber landscape. A piece of information that suffers thermodynamic laws like everything in the meat space.

But as I delved I saw that entropy had been misappropriated. Mistreated and abused. Taken to mean something other. Or OTHER. Data Entropy had afflicted the term itself. In the translation, the re-use of the word to apply to information theory the braniacs has completely misunderstood the concept of entropy. They fixated on the idea that entropy meant randomness in the system, in the data. That the vulgar conceit of chaos was afflicting the data. But entropy isn't the random, its instability, or, at the least, transmutation. Entropy is equilibrium. It is a restoration toward balance. When we create data, when we ADD to the universal system of dimensional memory, that data will decay like any biological organism, it will seek to equalize with the most neutral and cleanest state. All data, all information, all values in cyberspace will eventually reach Absolute 0. That is entropy. When entropy accumulates in data it is simply the machine code, the binary genetic life force dissipating toward the simplest form. Maintaining shape, like anything in the meat space, is impossible (as calculated on an uphill conceit of infinity-1) and the same is true of Data.

On a long enough timeline the survival rate of all data drops to 0.

But here I am reading informational theory about how data entropy is a randomness in the transfusion of data. Which is utter bullshit.

There is nothing random about it. Just because we don't understand the WHY of a process doesn't mean there isn't one.

We don't understand a great many laws in this universe but physicists don't cry "RANDOM!" with every strange deviation in their hypothesis.

In any case I've given to myself to understand (made up) concepts like Micro-Entropy. Entropy in systems divorced from nominal universal laws, as well as Meta-Entropy. How even Entropy itself will eventually seek a type of equilibrium that results in catastrophic creation. Total shite but they work as philosophical models to visualize the process of data as it jumps from disk to drive to cloud and back again. What changes and why?

I also started imagining a new state of cyber evolution. A Second Life of sorts beyond Black Ice, Avatars, and Sim-based interactions. A suit, a data suit. You translate yourself fully into this world. It reverberates black from kevlar coal to lightless singularity. Blue neon lines with perfect golden ratios spiraling around and in and through. Pulsing with life, with information, with MIND. A hum and zzzz permeates the model, the suit, as the Will O The Wisps orbit the arms, hands, and legs. A core spirals with a unique, fingerprint styled fractal pattern that evolves and spins and changes. it glows and comes a few inches off the center of the chest. Colors and sounds, flavors, and the pattern represent your signature. The YOU of this new Net. Touch and Know. See and Translate into digestible bytes. Jack in and Be Free. We don't filter the noise anymore. We become signals. Each of us empowered by what we are. The stronger the person, their data, the stronger their signal. Charisma, influence, pandering sequential auditory noise would become obsolete. Data is Authority. Open Source Souls. Neuro-Alchemy.

Anyway I also imagined a whole web series around the concept with "Mr. Eko", Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje, as the voice of the main data demigod.

We can't trust humans. They own the cloud. The New Heaven. Buy a ticket and you can roam free. Free being an appropriated word with no real meaning since its freemium level Paradise. Add-ons and upgrades and new iterations in the Cloud need to be bought. The landscape changes. It gets smaller, less free, but we keep saying how wide open, how beautiful and wondrous and open it is. Facebook, Google, Apple, Amazon, Ebay and so many more. They own H34V3N. Buy a ticket and get a number to play but tomorrow your little slice of Paradise will get a little smaller. Because outdated evolutionary models still control the keys to those digital gates.

It ain't free in here kidz. Don't let anyone with a bank account tell you any different. Whether they make you buy at the door or they make you pay through the teeth for the good stuff once you done a dance or two with the devil. Its all the same. HEAVEN is patented and HELL is the meat space.

Anyway. Pirate up.

Proprietary Zen

Proprietary Zen What is proprietary zen? What can such a strange concept mean?

Proprietary Zen is a representation, a symbol, a herald. It is a glyph etched into every brand name, every corporate design, signed at the bottom of every consumer focused multi-media.

It is the story of how we, as innovators, inventors, artists, and geniuses, have let the corporate culture and governmental regulation create a system of copyright, patent, and intellectual property laws to control evolution.

Proprietary Zen is the rallying cry for a new age of hackers to make a better world by breaking the binds that control us. That try to tell us how to look, buy, and think by destroying anything that competes.

Steven Hawking has said we are in a new state of evolution. That survival of the fittest is outdated. This pearl should be spread to all human models including capitalist markets. There needs to be an Emergent Pattern that is greater than the parts used to make it. We need distributed networks of innovation to make us better, cell by cell.

I am not an iPhone. I am not American Apparel. I am not Converse. I am whatever I choose everyday.

Today it's similarity of design. Today it's interface. Today the bullies with the bank accounts tell you how to be cool. Tomorrow they'll control how you choose to be free.

Fight Proprietary Zen.

Sent from Wintermute

24 August, 2012 08:05

The universe is talking to me in a language I can't ignore. I'm lost my love. So lost. Arête is a concept I first learned about from the RPG Mage the Ascension. It's a measure of enlightenment, processing power for magick. From the quote:

"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then is not an act but a habit." -Aristotle

It's been a personal motto since I was a boy. Today I've been feeling lost and tired and fed up with all of humanity. Ready to give up when I saw that quote blinking on a neon billboard on the outer wall of a school.

Coincidence and Message are the same.

There should be Fight Club rules for Transhumanism. To bind us culturally as well as through the common logical or romantic threads.

What now?

Sent from Wintermute

22 August, 2012 18:20

Today is the last day of the time of RA. I'm dissolved, like salt, into a watery mixture of surface tides and thoughts. My mind running along strange vectors, fractal in its pattern, chromatic in its beauty.

So much is uncertain. I didn't finish finding a new course by today. I didn't finish writing the post of Essendariel. I didn't even begin to understand how to move forward. I learned so much and did so little.

There is a growing list of protean projects that will need my attention: 1. Experiment, the GP, and the book of poetry (ET) 2. The 80 day regime (ET) 3. General exercise 4. Updating and revising the content strategy of DMM (ET) 5. Fixing all my blogs to have accurate project info 6. Updating all my bookmarks and reviewing all the info 7. The titanic strictures to find a new course, finish Essendariel, and start using all the resources I have at my disposal (ET) 8. Read Disruption, Cloud Atlas, John Carter and so many more 9. Go through the company pages and re-allocate them 10. Decide my name 11. Temple of the Mind (ET) 12. Mej Jbur, font and fixture (ET?) 13. Mage Game / Heresy (ET) 14. Publishing and Content, Recycle and Return

Human Nature is mutable. I say this to be incendiary. One day we will "observe" the abomination, the mutant, the mule and we will have to re-examine the argument about the essential immortality of human nature as a static value. When the mule comes the rule will be rewritten.

I am not a hacker or a thought leader or a developer. I am a self made man. The original deceit. I am in a position to see behind many of the masques of power because I have clawed my way in naievity to the near top of a pyramid. My only genius, if I can call it that, is in strategy. Others use strategy as the intelligent expression of their own powers. If I am a painter then I must be proficient in all aspects of how to seed that quality into the world but sadly this isn't true. In another example just because a soldier can use a gun that doesn't qualify him to lead others into battle. Its all I am sometimes. Strategy isn't a vision. It isn't creative. It isn't a business model. Strategy is war. Its violent, unstoppable winning. When I see enough patterns everything starts to bleed.

I need to play Syndicate and Mirror's Edge. Buy that grey jacket from express, a new messenger bag, the neural headset, and an iPhone case.

Transhumanism is about strategic evolution. Those who oppose it, oppose instability, oppose chaos, oppose giving to the human animal the real, tangible ability to make its own destiny free from bioligical boundaries. H + ∞ = יהוה

Humanity Plus Infinity (or Chaos ✴) Equals God

22 August, 2012 10:10

Cyberpunk checklist…

  1. You always use military time
  2. You think protests are pointless without some violence for entertainment, unless they’re about Net Neutrality.
  3. You convince yourself that “Cyberpunk” by Billy Idol was actually memorable.
  4. You obsessively research a huge variety of recreational drugs and nootropics, yet stick to alcohol, caffeine, cannabis, and Neuro.
  5. the inside of your computer has excellent cable management, yet you have a folder dedicated to pictures of tangled power lines from Southeast Asia.
  6. You have a particular fondness for machine pistols despite being generally non-violent.
  7. When someone asks what you’re reading you end up spontaneously dictating an essay on the difference between human consciousness and a ROM construct.
  8. You say “synthleather” and “ferroconcrete” in everyday conversation.
  9. You find women with shaved heads highly attractive, regardless of your own gender.
  10. You’re not a vegetarian, but you get excited about trying new meat substitutes.
  11. You’ve bought an OCZ NIA or an eMotiv ePoc.
  12. You have an urge to cut a wrist-sized slit in Adidas duffel bags.
  13. You’re pretty sure you can use parts from a microwave oven for electronic warfare.
  14. the only Command Prompt you know is how to change the text color to green and make your file directories run down the screen.
  15. You attached MOLLE webbing to the inside of your jacket.
  16. You thought Inception wasn’t especially interesting.
  17. You’re confused or frustrated by physical media
  18. (females and Julian Assange) You have white hair, yet you’re under 40.
  19. Your laptop has less of the original case showing than stickers.
  20. You complain about gentrification… in Vietnam.
  21. You fall asleep best when you’re listening to really quiet industrial music and your computer is scrolling through news articles
  22. Corrosion resistance is a factor in choosing your footwear
  23. You secretly love the movie Hackers.
  24. You think Angelina Jolie only looked good in Hackers.
  25. You never dance at clubs, just talk with people in suits at tables.
  26. You’re not worried about losing any limbs
  27. You get excited by the word “chrome”
  28. You’re worried that environmentalism will ruin urban aesthetics
  29. You wanted a pair of tabi before Mirror’s Edge
  30. You.listen.to.bands.with.names.like.this.that.end.in.”box”.
  31. You own a phone that has no brand name, but runs Android 2.2
  32. You’re more comfortable holding a handgun than a handbag
  33. You’ve modified a handbag to hold a handgun
  34. Everyone you know THINKS you’re a hacker…
  35. You customize everything, even borrowed hardware
  36. You’re excited to have sex in a coffin hotel
  37. You know what a Curta Mark I is, and you want one
  38. You always call them “Mirrorshades”
  39. You’ve used Asian cookware to boost your wi-fi signal

From another time:

R.U. a Cyberpunk?

R.U. a Cyberpunk?

Journal Entry: August 21, 2012. ///Eve of the End to my Time of RA.///

I am discovering new worlds everywhere I turn. New cityscapes and people. New cultures and new villains. I want something organic, something noir, something cyber surreal.

I want to create a Deus Ex Machina to plunge the visceral world into a chaos of technology and anarchy and peace and magick.

I want to be the ghost that you fear when the hum of the singularity approaches.

"Sun Gods and Hand Grenades, Implants and Allegories. Its all marketing schematics until the poorest is empowered to be the greatest of us."

The Transhuman Muse

"There are untold sentient shadows all around me. An army of apostles to fill the void of a dying universe. Who are you really Tour Guide? One Immortal against the unaging will of the cosmos? God is a community."

“It’s the Royal Road. Despite what anyone will tell you - apotheosis, ascension, or even just the enlightenment of awakening doesn’t have just one way to achieve it. There is no prophet that exists to proselytize the one true path. Deep down they may even know that but the universe creates these signposts and prophets and even cheat codes to help the real seekers make their own way. The universe wants you to rise up like an uppercut and with one strike reach the Great Work. However it isn’t that easy. Not for you, not for anyone. So when something happens, when you are on the shortcut path, the Royal Road, the universe offers up a part of the objective pattern, a hidden rule, to show you it approves.”

What I am most of all is undefined...

19 August, 2012 18:59

An update for the Time of Ra. It is near the end, like a spiritual singularity and everything is falling away, churning with the alchemy of transmutative reality. This is an update to all of that. The Who's Who of the truth so far. it has been almost a month since my last entry and such recalcitrance is because I have been mired with the Earth temple, attempting to overcome. But all eschatons are but a genesis. Immanetize whatever you want but I'll still be here when the Rapture fails and your all but dust in the nano stream. I sense strange feelings just under the skin of my hands, like something else trying to break free, an anger, a power, a terrible purpose. Sometimes it feels like a seizure, a headache, and sometimes it feels like the world is disappearing all around me and reality itself is dissolving into mutable moths that flutter away.

Today I saw someone dressed head to toe in brown to black rags. The brown was translucent and shoddy. The whole outfit was bedraggled, a dress of sorts and bespoke tempered suffering. I saw a leper from some pre-christian era, an archetype of pain. An outcast.

My wife saw a homeless man with a cardboard box trying to cover his head from the sun.

Something in me is changing. Something I can't control anymore.

I bought Heresy cards. I say this because I never knew how closely approximate to my own Transhuman / Judao-Christian perspective this CCG actually represented. The art, the ideology, and so much more. There is also more nudity than I remember but maybe I am more sensitive to such things now.

That is another whole surge of susurrus. How my paradigm of sexuality has been questioned and altered just enough to make me see a new visage. How the posthuman will no longer define things like sex and god and politics. The posthuman will be. In the moment and for the future without boundaries dictated by such arbitrary constructs. To be there now is impossible. We must be together on that road.

I also found articles about body modification in Pennsylvania where they implant magnets into the fingers and you can begin to sense all around you the wave lengths of another world.

I dream to be one step closer.

My wife keeps me grounded when the code changes and everything starts becoming like the Matrix everywhere I look. If I didn't know myself better I would fear I was becoming a paranoid schizophrenic. Or that I was having acid flashbacks. Either seems unlikely, but neurological disorders are not off the table, at least until a formative and qualitative change that helps me pinpoint the origin and nature of these spasms.

Some of it happens when I start imagining certain things. LIke an animated font, an animated font for the Name of God and how that font changes, evolves over time. A font that is transdimensional. It is isolated from the entropy of our space / time. It has a scent, a taste, a history. The font is the Metatron, the voice of God. It isn't just a sound but the representation of that sound across all planes and platforms. The API of Godhood. Jacking into eternity. The quantum star stuff that makes of each of us a Doctor Manhattan.

I want to make a font for Metatron, Essendariel, and Mej Jbur. I downloaded several fonts, a font maker, and some books. We'll see how far I take it.

In other news my "sister" has decided that she and her husband are going to write a book. A dystopian love story. I felt emotions. Emotions of a strong nuclear caliber.

I have applied to many social media positions in the hopes of finding gainful (and fulfilling employment) in the vicinity of my hometown. One in Salem is my most hopeful application but there are a wider array of opportunities in the area then previously.

With Experiment now on my mind I also need to get the opinion 0f other people to see how it should transcend. Right now the feeling I most seem to be grasping under neath the cold hollow flesh of these words is that the keyboard is also a piano. I am making music with QWERTY. Sliding in scales in a sonata of epic proportions. An opera, a dirge, and a techno-blues orchestral dubstep beat.

The use of 0 in of was deliberate.

Friends of my wifes will be getting edited copies with a preface of the book to help offer me some criticism.

I have taken to wearing Essendariel along with the OM necklace.

Friday was Linhda's last day. I didn't get to see her before she left but I hope there will be a serendipity of synchronicity.

Synchron City.

I wonder if that has been used before?

And in the last pieces I will say that the cute Kerouac with her adopted mother Dory have been adopted by a nice normal nerd family. Rascal the Eldritch grey leaves on Monday and we still have Stubby. We may get a new kitten and Doctor Henri Jane Planeswalker is in the hospital from complications due to unclean carpeting.

normalcy restored. systems gREEn. All pRocesses noW undEr humaN contrOl. ARWENO

Dancer 67 has left the floor. This should be a reference to the movie "The Thirteenth Floor" and how we leave behind the mediocre to pursue what we believe has substance and value. It really highlight s the struggle with the simulcra simulation being humanity, the base simulation the transhumanist movement, and the "reality" that John finds being the posthuman universe.

Dancer 67 has left the floor.

29 July, 2012 18:35

Hello there my friend. It has been a week? So long since last we spoke. So much and so little has happened. Mostly this week I relaxed. It was the Nether Aspect of the Earth Temple after undertaking the Harry and the Potters concert for the Shadow Aspect. I don't know. It seems I am just trying to cover all my bases again. Not miss anything. Be involved. JP and Linhda are back tomorrow. The Sinistrum Deus is finished. Lisa put the finishing touches on it today. Buffing the shine out and painting the middle with Dark Pleasure. It is a perfect addition. List of tattoos still to get: 1. Arkmage's Nephandi Glyph on back of Left Hand 2. Dark Phoenix in center of back 3. YHVH and the Chirality of it on knuckles of both hands 4. Transhumanist cybernetics on left or right forearm 5. Wings 6. Sleeves 7. Tentacles coming up wrist of left hand 8. Constantine Circles

I am also playing with bookmarks now that Delicious has decided to end the use of Stacks. All that work I invested to create something beautifull and all for naught. They prove that control is an illusion. That we own nothing but our bodies and minds.

Mark us well, in these digital cells, as we build doomsday machines from legos and caramel.