# Digital Psychogeography

## Prelude

Some friends and I have built my most advanced Minecraft world yet. Lots of train tracks (there are little cars you can ride in), enchanted stuff, trading with the villagers...I won't bore you endlessly, but it's been really good fun to have a quasi-social thing to do. It's actually really fun—lots of little puzzles, creative freedom, the anarchic democracy of a collaborative effort.

Plus it's let me learn about server running, setting up ssh and other processes. Which is the basis for a lot of "screensharing" applications. You can throw video output through the ssh (secure shell) prot...

Feb 27, 2021 in 41

# Machine Decisions

## Where-Have-You Bin

The pschogeography of digital space, pixel land, cyberspace, non-space. The "fake" world that sits atop and beneath our wiggly, fleshy, bodied one.

The internet conditions our modern experience, so much so that the technologies themselves are symbols of a sort of thought, of experience. The "medium is the massage," and not merely purveyor of old ideas or hatreds. Although the Fukuyama-esque love affair with the "liberalising" force of the internet has by now died off, replaced by a sort of bland hand-wringing. Neoliberalism's lofty rhetoric and willingness to negate human ...

Feb 24, 2021 in 40

## When Power Speaks of Freedom

⥤ A lack of consideration: can we trace it by silhouette?

The world is always too much, and there is not enough to know it by. What makes me think that life in a big city, with an "important" job would be any closer to reality than this? We only know what we ourselves see, and what we invent is a product of what we see (hence the power of propaganda, of discourse). Speaking of which: I worry I am slowly beginning to treat every online comment as if it were part of a misinformation campaign, having spent too much time reading about cybersecurity and various ingen...

Feb 10, 2021 in 65

# Lost Symmetry

It seems that the year, for all it's excess and near-pariah status, actually will be ending. And so we lose the symmetry of twenty-twenty, and find ourselves slipping into the future plus one, as we do every year.

Did you know that, under our current calendar system, the date 2020-12-27 will never occur again? It really makes you think, doesn't it?

While the ills and contagions from 2020 won't be leaving us behind, there seems to be a general optimism that 2021, while not The Year Where Everything Works Out, can't be worse than 2020.

I myself am taking a cautiously optimistic approach—it is a...

Dec 27, 2020 in 71

# The Personal Presidential

Kamala Harris is elected the first woman1—a black woman—to the white house as Joe Biden's vice-President, defeating Cheeto Hitler and unseating an incumbent president. In eleven weeks, during which I hope the stochastic cultists face consequences for their support of a deranged narcissist who was openly fascist in ambition.

The work is ongoing, and there are many material problems facing the US, but now the burning airliner of this nation can hopefully glide to a softer landing than going straight down in flames. There is time to find parachutes, maybe repair an engine, find a body of water to...

Nov 07, 2020 in 108

# Readings: Week of October 13

“I am not a healthy being in the ‘worlds’ that construct me unplayful.” You wrote, in that same essay, that you were “scared of ending up a serious human being, someone with no multi-dimensionality, with no fun in life, someone who is just someone who has had the fun constructed out of her. I am seriously scared of getting stuck in a ‘world’ that constructs me that way. A ‘world’ that I have no escape from and in which I cannot be playful.”
— Hil Malatino

I read one of the most touching and heartfelt tributes to a philosopher I had never heard of, María Lugones. It was a good day for gentle ...

Oct 13, 2020 in 72

# Incomparable Truths

### Reggie Watts «Song About Apples»

The incomparable Reggie Watts with another stream-of-consciousness masterpiece.

Oct 06, 2020 in 72

when they sent us to kill
for imperialism;

when our families died;

when the children were shot
in schools, in malls, in their
homes;

as the drones dropped tonnage
after tonnage on villages;2

of owning other humans;

we've always known that word
to mean anything
but

and we mean it3

Oct 06, 2020 in 60

# Intro To Thought Itself

There is something to this life!

And I want to be clear:

We are not beholden
To the subjects of a world
Now lost in ash

Numbered lists
1. Lend order to our lives
2. That otherwise spin
3. So wildly
4. Out of our control

Maybe there is something
to be gleaned
from the in-between
of things

past dying,
seems burdened
,by it

Honey falls slowly
off my spoon
into ⛾ so
long gone cold

We spend so much time
learning how to un-
learn and redo our undone
selves
(How much misinformation
there is in the absence
of any information!)

G(r)asping for
A) True...