Lumpy Non-Pixels
"Wherever we go, we are friends" -Sloth and Manatee
Hello I am talking to you from some sort of screen, but all of this came from some three-dimensional lumpy non-pixel sort of a place.
In middle school we had to dissect things. When I look at the cartoon above I can smell the formaldehyde and remember the height of the table and the little pans that were handed out (ick). I also remember high school chemistry and especially the jars and tubes and beakers.
The Tardigrades seem to have a different philosophy from Sloth and Manatee when it comes to the Interdimensional Bloop:
They seem kind of hesitant to do something different - which is natural. They are friends! They are grateful to Sloth for their tiny tree! But we all navigate differences all day every day. Despite what the binary data-processing machine things say, difference is what we do.
Speaking of which, another punk bird fellow showed up:
Sportscasters say, "Wow, if he had caught that ball, this is a different game!" or "If she makes this shot on goal, that changes everything!" That's reality, pal.
I recently registered for a virtual event taking place in the Netherlands and learned that Dutch for "login" is "inloggen" and password is "wachtwoord" and now I want all my interfaces to be in Dutch.
Art has got to come from somewhere, and these days we're being head-faked into thinking that the screen itself or the interface itself is the thing, when it does nothing unless something 'real' happens first. Like a real person having a thought somewhere. Or a real person with a lighting crew and editors spending half a day getting the shot. This is why AI is so silly. It's not a thing unto itself! It's an incredibly powerful and spicy means of search and retrieval and auto-complete and is gonna revolutionize research. But it ain't your friend.
Here is a drawing that feels quite real:
It's a Saturday morning. Coyote lives in the suburbs and has a soccer game to coach. The goals haven't been brought out on the field yet. It's the 1970s so there are antennas on the houses. And Coyote is wearing an Adidas-type jacket with a hoodie underneath, which is how we used to do it. There's probably dew on the grass and there's a freeway humming along somewhere in the distance.
Here ya go, a Teddy Roosevelt
Okay! That's enough nonsense for now.
May you hear a sound that reminds you of a memory, may you see the sunlight and shadows shift, won't you be my neighbor? -Betsy
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