A day dream lived.

Book Reports

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 23:02:33 GMT

I just finished the book report template so that I might more conveniently share thoughts about books I have read as well as just share books that I have found entertaining or not entertaining as it might be.
This is great since I do love text so much and the thoughts expressed within the text.
This also means that I can share work that I have already worked on which means that I will be far more prodigious again.

Bots origin of a new species

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 23:00:02 GMT

bots origin of a new species

Report written Sunday February 20th 2005 rewritten now.

Bots the origin of a new species was highly entertaining.
I found myself pouring over the pages until the very end.

The last book I did that with was the alchemical mind by Diane Ackerman, I also wrote her a letter.

This book covered allot of ground it covered mooshes to irc. Bots had many characters that I have came to recognize in my cyberia.
Yet there were just as many figures and more that I was unaware of.

It kept hitting me with techno jargon that electrified my cyborg soul. The bots we danced with where.

Chatterbots
Annoybots
clashbots
warbots
barneys
wumpuses and more.

The material covered can be research else where. It is always interesting to find coined words that we have yet to dance with that our minds have not incorporated into our being. When this occurs we give ourselves more tools. The words our ideas and how we might use them reflect our thoughts as much as we might reflect upon them.

In the table of contents we find.
1 a plague of barneys
the barney problem
a certain quality of inhumanity

This chapter looms and confronts problems with our cyber existences such as how we might create economies of scale within these worlds. When these economies are created how can they be exploited and how do you fix their exploitation. Who are we and how do we interact with the machine and how it might interact with us.

2 daemons and Darwin
the daemon
from Socrates to mit
the ur bot
the technodialectic

The beginning of many servers and their lives.

3 one big turing test
thechatterbot blues
the Eliza effect
thinking machines
chatterbots start your engines
ai winter
mark v shaney and sedar argic
bot incognita
mrchat meets dr Frankenstein

The turning test is a test that evaluates if a computer can fool a human into thinking it is another human in conversation. These are all chatbots that speak with and communicate with us as we move through our digital lives, and occasionally perform tasks for us in these lives.

4 the bot way of being
beware the wumpus
that bastard bot
the dwarfs of cyberspace
things that think for people who don't
more cats and dogs
cyborg dreams

5 war 87
the potential for abuse here seems large
bots gone bad
bot and antbot
robobot in the hot tub
anarchy has its flaws
eggdrop
flattie and int3nsity

6 raising the stakes
database raiders
spiderland
rouge spiders
the nastygram
roaches after dark
parasites and new players
spambots on the loose
the floodgates open

7 on the bring
Usenet is broken
data driven
the anti pathogen
depews legacy
the cabal
invasion of the robo moderators
fertile ground

8 the techno dialectic

If there is more to be found just search the terms and you might be opened up to many more bot possibilities.

MMM Knowledge Bookstore

Only in love

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 11:56:34 GMT

Live your life in the vein of love and you will find yourself more happy. So many other emotions taint ones life with and anger or a bitterness. Only with love do we live well. Only with love does so many things inspire awe.
Love is the vessel that carries the weak, love is the open ended mystery. Love begs the question. Love creates the unanswered question.

The internet

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 11:17:16 GMT

The only place where you can be shy or anti social and still talk to the totality of the world.

Estranged Stranger in a strange land.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 05:46:55 GMT

Estranged Stranger in a strange land.
Sets arranged sleight of hand.
Still the time was played and the days where swayed.
Esper a spirit of a day.
New expression.
Count.
Enter strange.

Neo angelus the angel with the message.
Messenger bringing on foot aeon.
Instill and stop.
Now four corners now five.
Mindful here.

May the jesters math spin the soul.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 06:34:27 GMT

Even though this has been my bastion for years and is still very important to me. The ways that livejournal has changed is not and has not been completely good for it's user base.
That and when you are trying to make a living it's terrible how much work and time goes into this endeavor. When one could strive for much greater things hopefully in the course of this activity we can generate benefit for people and things outside of ourself and that we make sure that those people and things are balanced in our equation of work and life.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 06:04:16 GMT

If you are planning on working with material you are reading unless to you it is spectacularly exceptional it may be that now is the best time since going back is not always done and sometimes when done it is too late.

Symposium Synopsis a year in review

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 15:00:52 GMT

Last year I wrote to the end of the year and to the beginning of the year as I will be doing now, right now.Here I will one line stories of possible experienced realities of an existential place of life.
The end of last year and beginning of this year was full of house hunting, I had an incredible realtor that showed us something on the order of 70 houses this winter. Then we found a house and the strangest thing about this house is that it was owned by a classmate of mine from sometime ago. That is the twists and turns of life though. It was funny to see a life unseen by me in the moments where the house was staged and in that moment putting together the stories of live's and loves and time untold. Things and there placement's describing to you sights unseen.

A home purchased and then the immediate need to put in another hot water heater being that the other one had broken. The warranty people would not cover it either they did not want to do anything. They simply wanted to steal our money. So we fought back and although we no longer had a warranty we did have a hot water heater.
The the list continues with painting and caulking and there is still other work that must be done. The other work is more painting more cement work and windows because the windows in this house are nearly eighty years old and they seep cold air. Not to be disparaged by the conditions only pushing forward due to the conditioning, and conditions of tenacity. The garage has a full compliment of speed and color and it still needs the mover's hand to keep on constructing the cathedral of mind. This has been a year of being out there and living and growing stretching and strengthening and testing the theoretical. As I have moved to some work I have moved from some work and I still long for the intellectual and artistic life a life of grand engineering. Tacit and task to the taskmaster self I must set the program of action.

A Year a compliment of task's as seen through a time tube. Earlier in the year I acquired the great books series. A compliment in them is the minds of many and in them I see some of their wear and grandeur that is still resplendent even after carrying the western mind to it's current place. Even though I wish it was a full cosmopolitan of the tutelage's of the sages throughout the world for in them there are worlds. The worlds we spin so novel and grand through the days and the years if only they where more than a blink of an eye. To what a mind's focus is to what it might share. Even if seeing more oh how the many are discarded even though they are majestic and ornamental thought to be swill yet the nacre from these pearls drips. The diamond and it's infinitude of points. Do I care about this my work. Certainly my love I do care for thee it is all I do to move thee oh work subtlety and kindly yet it is not without struggle and tearing that I make it to the next precipice.

I started and ended a business and a business partnership earlier this year due to the complexities of the human psyche and what might happen to the mind if damaged and not cared for. Then after the fall I stuck to the work and started another business three months later, and the business has consumed a great many hours.
I have found and am finding help and slowly putting together a team to allow for greater reach and action by the push of an idea. A movement of the mind. Which is why our own action is never great enough for it is not us that carries the work or idea to the next age, it is to those whom yet still may not be imagined that will carry it. For my hopes are with them as I hope that they are not as we and as they are like they may they be blessed and may we be blessed. May this time and age pass on through the eon's as the other times and faces have. May the stillness and the unity of the one motion and time record us and entertain us in that infinite light.

Oh the unity of dimension the game's that sit within you are most abundant. It's so nice to get away from the toil and to meditate upon the greatest manifestations and manifolds so multiferous. The curves calculated and aligned the infinite sphere within and without.

May this next year be a year of journey's and sojourns for my heart seeks the aeviternal and eternal things. May the truth stand clear as the age's stand upon me as I stand upon the ages. May the aegis find us and may we be blessed by athenian things.

Oubliette

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 13:51:25 GMT

Among the many forgotten the world has set to last.
The many forgotten.
Whether trapped and imprisoned or set to slavers camps the many forgotten.
Will they not cry for you enslaved by a system so cruel and pervasive.
Invisible chains.
Heavy weights and burden's of societal norm.

A dog tied to a cart a thought crime in the mind.
Many day's of marching many day's of mind.
Chained by invisible chains.
Thoughts that diminish the glow of the logos.

To act we must to war we must to the intolerable shadow.
That which keeps us from knowing.
Blindness and rage.

Hope to set us free.
Birds in flight.
Homeward bound in only sky above and earth below.
A testimonial to one's faith.

Heard and uncommon sound in distant ranges.
Perilous and unequaled love.
How we are to set fire, and free the many forgotten.

Whether an outcast a pariah, a farmer or slave.
We to shall be set free.
We will be seen even if we are immigrant.
We to shall be seen.

Forgotten no more by the uncaring masses the mass forced blindness.
Answers will come to all those for whom people knew the machines machinations where cruel and uncaring.
Still working those gears, no more and not to soon.
Those who's crimes are none but barred none the less.

Be done with you oh slaver and how I hope you die.
Oppression no more, and death to the slavers.
How the bird's song set us free.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 11:28:41 GMT

Negative emotions drain the psyche of motive potentiality.
Leaving you with less energy.

Error reduction in psychological testing

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 13:18:50 GMT

If one applies the software created to beat card counters and augments the idea to deal with psychological experiments the variance in testing would be further diminished.

What's the matter with matter.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 04:13:05 GMT

1000 floating butterfly's wafting in cool air.
Preparing for the sharp descent for some to wonder where.
Numbers prepared ideas waiting little bubbles of light.
100 forms shifting an infinite variety.
Expanding in a unity.
Now formed to date.
10 magic numbers, a number of magic squares.
Puzzle with the the mystery of zero becoming one.

There is a place for the intellectuals in Valhalla.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 03:39:00 GMT

There is a place for the intellectuals in Valhalla.
Wars are not won with weapons alone.
It is only through seeking that we might find it and sharing the sharpest ideas.
These ideas are that which win's any conflict.

And it is only with ideas which conflicts are won.
The battle happens in the mind before a single stroke of the sword is made.
Sharpen the weapons and prepare for war.
The war of the mind is not won in a day.
After the idea is released it lives an essence of a word.
Ripe ideas plucked and shared to the star's they where placed.

To the star's whence we were born.

Valhalla has a place for the warriors of the mind, and there ilk.
To them we salute.
The blood of the ancestors calls.

A blog model based on a book

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 04:58:13 GMT

The book blog is a blog that is uploaded in reverse by posting the first page last and the last page first so the information that should be in the beginning of the work is there.
I did that with the mindscape rpg, along with this, and I share this model with you because one it allows for edits and comments on the edit's so more data can be added by others.
I know that their are wiki's but you don't have to have a webserver or domain space to do this.
Services are the platforms these day's and the programming of the many and the few help us all.

So I think that if you want to edit your work often and you want it shared and if you don't share it will die like an apple to the earth.
This way even if the apple rot's the seed's might still be planted yet.

http://intralocutionacyberiaadvent.blogspot.com/

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 04:35:54 GMT

I have a plan for somethings I am going to do in the future with content that I have created previously and offline to share.

Sometimes I don't know what to share and what to keep.
Does it matter, are we some how compelled by this work?
Does our work matter?

It must if we consider it to, and to share is a brilliant moment.

How much time has passed in between and how abstract we become from one another.
Yet there is still concern, concern without comment and a great silence.
Yet this is as the universe always speaking and always silent, not just a mixed metaphor a mixed state.

In a boat in the mind traveling all ways.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 12:44:32 GMT

Only through time and collection and introspection and seeking does wisdom come.
What we would understand in one age is not what we would in another and the meaning is different.
So it is as we change and evolve and realize things that we did not and things that we where merely aware of on the periphery of our consciousnesses.

This is what we seek as well and with out it we are no better than days gone by and in some respects even with this we are no better because they person that we are in the new day is not the same person as the last.

So even as we change we might respect and learn from our future selves and our past selves.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 12:39:06 GMT

As we look upon information and within it we seek and play with the putty of the cognoforms we introspect from out inner dealings new solutions.

We play with these ideas as we play instruments.

We the seekers of the internal sound the seekers of truth.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:33:22 GMT

If it's not in your heart it may never come out.

A universe of charades further experimentations with universal implications

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 02:11:34 GMT

small tiny matter bending space time how you make me ponder.
could the disappearance of these things not always be do to with them going somewhere else maybe they are just being concealed by space time and the bends there of.

one to one I connect to another place in space and time.

An entangeling thought experiment.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 01:36:33 GMT

I have an infinite set of coins who's atoms are infinitely entangled to the many other coins in our set.
If a coin in the set's atoms have more entanglements entangling with another coin when that coin flips it's the probability that the coin will flip on that side is more likely.

So flip a set and get an answer.
A master of chance is a master none the less.

Plot of poetry

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 04:36:27 GMT

I will allude through absurd alliteration the illusion of my anachronism.
Anapest antagonist might stress three on a metrical foot.
Why would your aphorism not have apostrophe with assonance.
That is the atmosphere of the autobiography stoked in a balled of biographical blank verse.

Was that a classical caricature of a cliche climax.
Conceit breed conflict building connotation out of convention.

Couplet above it, dactyl and anapest have their convention's also denotation to detonate the word.
Dialect used with diacritical marks smudged with diction.
Dimeter in drama is dramatic so we strive to dive into dramatic conventions sounding out a dramatic climax.
Certainly I take dramatic license in a dramatic monologue.

Why write but a dramatic point of view.
Why would I end rhyme when the game is afoot.
End stopped in my epigram while I contemplate essay.
Exposition of a farce withe figurative language, and figures of speech.

Should the narrator foil with and foot and foreshadowing or break into functional free verse.
Who is the hero and heroine of hexameter.
Iamb a door jamb of internal rhyme will I ever use irony to express my lyrical legend in metaphor.
Meter note monometer in mood with myth express my narrative in a novelette.

The octave of the ode is in an omniscient point of view but that might be a parallel paradox of parody.
Do not invoke pathos to deal with pentameter in a personal point of view it's a matter of personification in this plot of poetry.

Might the protagonist have properties of a quatrain or quintain I move from realism to absurdism to abstractism and strike a sudden reversal.
Rhyme and rhyme scheme rehearsed with romance and rhythm in every verse.
No I will not curse the satire in romance and the tragedy in comedy.

Scansion marks the scene and setting of a sextain and a short story.
If only more where as compelling as a simile of the sun.
For a single effect I might be dull and stage directions in a sonnet.
Technical climax inserted in style it's all about it's staging in the stanza.
Enter tercet above tetrameter there may be a theme to a tragedy and trilogy of verse.
Do play with trochee and trimeter with a type charachter.

Games we play in word mind and dimension.
Masters and meisters herald in bardic tales.
Don't discount the bards tale.
My questions they still stand.

Word games for lovers word games for life.

Literary triangular portmanteau

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 03:38:00 GMT

The deep of night is crept upon our talk, and nature must obey necessity.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
The wheel of night has come full circle.

Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.
What!
Can the devil speak true.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
A goodly apple rotten at heart.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Thank Hip Hop Shakespeare for that remix.
Much love to the 1600's.

Solve a model of science new

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 04:51:27 GMT

Unknown no matter.
No matter the matter.
Know un matter no.
Now mind the matter machine.
Only understand metered machine.
Words to cognize imagination to free.
NN the letters did come to and from an imagination machine.

Sort but or bot and now plus.
Make set join union an operator.
Operator set to motion an inequality.
Tested and verified.
Enter the equation.

Still i'll must a conjunction a cogitation a new mixed nation.
Till lil tums a junction a con cogi nation a nixed went at ion.
I'll fix this mix with my new sticks my new mattered mind.
Le na peson de dame.
Languid impossibles solved through insight.

Dragons operate my overloaded operator.
Red keyboards blaze with lazer fire.
Aragon does connect to ideas of spaces and places and faces both imaginary and real.
Gon ara an angled alter.
On with the gon or the gong it's another way to play it's another way to stay.
Now on with the noise girls and boys.
Still found the unaided unadded misteries.

Imagine the still silent motion and the melodies it play's.

Infinity spheres

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 04:01:41 GMT

I imagine spheres surrounding spheres infinitely in both higher and lower dimensions.
I imagine there in them the power to exist from nothing and to expand infinitely.
I imagine infinite spheres.
In that the power to compress and expand is incomprehensible.

There implications are spoken by the tongues of the world.

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