What would you call the lineage of poets invested in the material substrate of writing—Blake, Mallarmé, Haroldão and Augusto, Kenny G, &c—and where would you find their heirs today? Is it PennSound/Jacket2? Where else should I look?
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computers, architecture, and crônicas 🏴☠️ some at reduct.video, others at https://cristobal.arquipelago.org
Trying out Substack as a place to publish some crônicas (photos and short poetic pieces) open.substack.com/pub/aguafuer...
VERMELHO ALCLEAR
O policial pipocou.
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Inspired by @arquipelago.org I printed and bound some PDFs I've been wanting to have around for reference. I used this video to learn the saddle stitch. youtu.be/aWHkY5jOoqM
Some documentation of my latest photography project Hurry hurry! cristobal.arquipelago.org/writing/hurr...
Hurry hurry!
A photobook of interlaced street photographs.
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The question isn’t "why does Signal use AWS?" It’s to look at the infrastructural requirements of any global, real-time, mass comms platform and ask how it is that we got to a place where there’s no realistic alternative to AWS and the other hyperscalers. 3/
I often wrap print statements with a bunch of new-lines to make them easier to find in a fast moving debug log. I'm curious if anyway has the habit of using color with ANSI escape sequences? I wonder how common it'd be if languages had `print(msg, color="red")` baked in.
Recent programming experience has me thinking that the divide between I/O and compute should extend to languages. You want Erlang-style observability, concurrency, lightness for the I/O part, and Rust-style correctness and performance for the compute part. These don’t need to be the same language!
a combo of extension + arena: this augments a page with automatic wikipedia-like blue links to any Arena channel if the text is contained there
The folded-in-half, two pages per sheet, A5-sized pamphlet is the zenith of reading. A laptop, a bunch of PDFs, and a printer is the basis of the contemporary library. All the rest is object fetish masquerading a conservative impulse to prevent the distribution of information.
I’ve read fresher thoughts on aesthetics, technics, and politics in a dozen pages of Haroldo de Campos, and another dozen of Lina Bo Bardi, then in all of the canonical stuff I’ve read on art and technology or any of the discourse on social media.
Finally migrated fully from Vim to Neovim. No more funky vim.cmd('source ~/dotfiles/vimrc'). Bye NerdTree, Vundle, etc... What plugins do you guys swear by?
I'd say I'm both an ML true believer and an AI skeptic: super hyped about the concept of extrapolation from compressed distributed representation of statistical patterns in data, think it's useful and philosophically significant, not sure it's good at building genies
contra-Borges, por lo inmaduro, lo bajo, la oscuridad de Retiro… cuenta un anarquista bastante turbio
A-side: MJ Lenderman, Wristwatch B-side: Rod Stewart, Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?
I experience it as a pernicious little identitarian devil lurking in my mind, asking to pin myself down, to reject opacity. It manifests materially as the pathetic labor of résumé → LinkedIn → personal website... and yet, when I find a nice tidy bio, what reassurance it gives!
The words are not your own. You must not attempt to pin them down to extract rent. You must channel language, become the body without organs, embedded in the field of immanence. There is no plagiarism, only connection. There is no copyright, only fleeting glimmers of meaning.
A recurring shape in my thought—There is no work/life balance, only life! No nature/artifice divide, only artifice! No original/copy distinction, only patchwork! No individual/collective trade-off, only interdependence! No mind/body duality, only embodied experience!
First dead simple, ~100loc, LLM interface is getting input and piping outputs to dmenu. Selections get copied to the clipboard to be used elsewhere.
Vila-Matas' entourage to take on "el llano Argentino"—
The Baffler@thebaffler.com · last yr.At the heart of “Montano’s Malady” is a journey into the dreamlike pampas, where an isolated diarist can become a rugged hero, phantoms accumulate, and this most visionary of novels becomes a portal between reality and endless imagination.
nostalgic for the age where we made bland useful tools. this is cringe identity-marketing for weak souls— www.cosmos.so/manifesto
Manifesto — Cosmos
You are now entering the Cosmos. Where ideas are sacred, exploration is infinite and connection is cosmic. A future where free expression is possible for every curator in the universe.
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Increasingly of the opinion that writing, both prose and software, is fundamentally a logistical endeavor whose central drive is TRANSMISSION