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Sunday, 26 August, Year 10 d.Tr.

#trilema poker bot spec

Here's how it would work :

Upon seeing the command string !P play <ante> in chat, the bot starts a one minute timer.

People wanting to play send a string in the format !P join <base64 string up to 64 characters in length> via private message to the bot.

Bot constructs a list of all players that joined, ordered by the time it received the pms. Only players holding at least twice the ante in balance with the bot may participate. Players can increase their balance at any point via a !!pay PokerBot command at any time, but are only credited for future deals.

At the expiry of the timer in 1, bot says in channel either a) "Not enough players registered" if fewer than two players satisfied 2 above or else b) "Game <counter> starting ; <player names>i players seated ; my seed is <seed>" otherwise. The bot's seed will be a random base64 string 64 characters long.

Bot constructs a pot, out of the antes paid by the players minus half of one (which it keeps). The pot will be incremented by all the ulterior bids of the players (limited to the amount a player's balance permits) ; the winner takes the pot. Side bets will be handled correctly.

Bot constructs a deck order, through a publishedii process that transparently relies on a hash of a concatenation of the seeds (players' and the bot's).iii

Bot deals the cards, and PMs each player his hand. Bot announces the face-up card in chativ.

Bot prompts players to bid, in order, and announces bid acceptance. Something like "joe bid x, pot at y. moe, that's z to you." ; "fold" is the default bid, and the bot will introduce it if it doesn't hear better within a minute. Players bidding more than their balance with the bot will be deemed "all in". Player bids which consist of less than their balance and less than their call will be ignored. Once bidding is satisfied, bot announces second and third cards in chan, in the same manner, then announces the winner along with everyone's seeds.v The deal is closed and the winner gets the pot credited to his name. Intervening !!pay-ments are processed (added to / substracted from players' balances).

!P hints toggles on and off the bot's hint system. This should be a for-pay service whereby the bot pms the subscribing player statistical data about the hand as far as the player's knowledge extends, things like pot odds, probabilities of other players winning / making their straight and so on. Bot can charge however many satoshis per hand for this.

Who wants to make it happen ?

———Each player's balance with the bot should be printed in paranthesis after their name. [↩]Including it in the response to !P help works for the purpose of satisfying this criteria. [↩]This system makes it impractical for the botmaster to cheat.

The possibility of cheating remains where people show each other their hand during play, but on one hand everyone playing thereby gives his word of honor he won't, and on the other hand nobody can know whether they've been lied to or not until the final line, so... Don't play with people you don't trust, what can I tell you. [↩]Something like As, Qh, Td, 5c etc works fine. A bridge hand might look like AQJs T8h 742d QT863c, but this is poker so things are simpler.

And yes I mean thereby that next step (after this is stable) is getting it to also play bridge. Why the hell not, rite ? [↩]The cost of playing digital poker is that you can't really flop cards, sadly. [↩]

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Friday, 09 March, Year 10 d.Tr.

Trilema pages restructuring.

I'm doing some construction work here on the cultural shiti you've come to love and hate (and sometimes read, too!).

Firstly, the following items that used to be mere articles are now "Pages", which is to say permanently enshrined in the scrollbar to the right : Republican Thesaurus with Vocabulary and Dictionary! ; Obscure terms. A brand new item that nearly ended up written as an article also joins the ranks of "pages" in the melee.

Secondly, the following items that used to be "Pages" are no longerii (but I'm saving their full content here, just in case) :

I wrote a book...

Over three days between 2016 and 2017 I rewrote the miserable literary failure of some nobody. You can read it from here.

~ * ~

... many years ago, which is to say during 2005, together with a good friend while travelling through Turkey, Egypt and other warm climes.

This book, Asylum by title, was published in 2006 and lived its 18 months of life a book lives these days, after which it went out of the commercial circuit - out of print as this situation is called.

At the insistence of fine folk that wanted to see it online, I publish it here : Asylum, chapter 1.

(This text was originally published in Romanian, when Trilema was started, years ago. The original is preserved for no particular good reasons below. The novel itself was originally found on stand-alone html pages, but those seem to have been lost when I moved the blog to its own dedicated domain. It seems silly to reconstruct that structure at this point, so instead we will publish it as independent articles this time.)

Aceasta carte, pre numele ei Asylum, caci se afla scrisa in lb engleza in original, a aparut in 2006, si-a trait cele 18 luni de viata pe care le traieste o carte in zilele noastre, si a iesit din circuitul comercial - out of print cum i se spune situatiei.

La insistentele mai multor oameni de treaba care au vrut s-o vada si online, i-am gasit culcus aici. Nu stiu daca dumneavoastra cititi limba engleza, ori va intereseaza literatura, dar daca da, aveti linkul mai jos :

Asylum, by Zeno&Chet

Daca nu, sa fiti sanatosi.

Edit: La cererea Roxanei, aveti aici zee proof :

~ * ~

Prin media

12 Iulie 2009 - Mircea Badea, "Cine e Mircea Popescu ?" (min 17 si urmatoarele).

13 Iulie 2009 - Cotidianul, prima si a treia pagina.

Cindva prin 2009 - Avatarii (sic) ale manuscriselor eminesciene, FNSA

20 Ianuarie 2010 - Radio Guerilla, la Logout cu Serban Bogdan - acc si mp3

5 Februarie 2010 - Radio Guerilla, Placery vynovate mp3

11 Martie 2010 - Dilema Veche. [cached] (+ pic courtesy CP-B)

2 Aprilie 2012 -

One website offering Bitcoin options trading was 'listed' this month for an implied valuation of half a million dollars.

Sursa : Reuters.

Martie 2013, Global Entrepreneur. It's easy when you're big in China...

--- --- --- ~ * ~ --- --- ---

Fotografiile de mai jos sunt oferite publicului sub licenta GPL, si pot fi folosite pentru a ilustra orice fel de materiale. Nu este necesar sa mentionati sursa.

That'd be all. Thanks for tuning in.

———You know sheet on the bed! You sheet on Trilema! [↩]There's scarcely any sense in keeping a special page for Asylum around, seeing how it's one of a dozen or so novels I published to date. Yes it was a big deal at some point, but that point is buried under more than a decade of the past.

It's incomprehensible why anyone would maintain a dedicated page for the fake media and assorted jew-spew. Yes it was a big deal at some point, but that point is well and proper buried by now. [↩]

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Monday, 02 April, Year 10 d.Tr.

Trilema Gender Studies

Let's start with something light, culled from the wild :

Subject: How about you drop whatever it is you're doing and dedicate your life to serving me ?i

LordMPofTMSR [12h]: Not even kidding.

NotMyRealNameAtsii [7h]: You say you're not even kidding, but why does this read like a joke then? I honestly don't know what made you think this would work - now I'm kinda curious, does this ever work?

NotMyRealNameAts [2h]: Seriously, the more I think about it the more I'm interested in this...

LordMPofTMSR [1h]: I don't specifically care whether it works or not -- that's your job.

NotMyRealNameAts [1h] What's my job?

LordMPofTMSR [1h]: Making it work. Here, this'll probably make it clearer : trilema.com/the-day-of-failure-trilemma

NotMyRealNameAts [1h]: You are a funny man...I like that..

NotMyRealNameAts [1h]: I have no idea what that link is about...

NotMyRealNameAts [1h]: What is trilemma? That was a terribly written article thing...whoever wrote it should take a class or something...

NotMyRealNameAts [1h]: Now I'm really interested in what your deal is...

NotMyRealNameAts [1h]: Tell me everything!!

LordMPofTMSR [21m]: Shut up and re-read it until you stop spewing nonsense.

That shut her up, howsoever briefly, leaving us a moment's respite to consider the matter in general.

Well over a decade of plainly deliberate practice (following well over a decade of -- shockingly similar if reintrepreted retrospectively -- intuitive practice) readily reduces to a very simple schematic : the maniii will set the constraints ; and the woman will make them work.

If she fails to make them work she fails, which is why there can't possibly exist such a thing as "no fault divorce" -- to quote one of Walter Matthau's best rolesiv, "unless one of us didn't do our best..."

This fundamental unrevisabilityv of the man's deeds by the woman, exact sister of the traditionally celebrated "obviously there is no possiblity of meaning outside of a structure of authority, and the authority can not be predicated on the meaning" is ultimately what makes the role so scary, so very very scary -- and I don't mean it scares women. It scares the boysvi, and rightly so : not only does it seem hard. It is hard.

Then again men have some natural advantages ; and on the basis of lengthy and productivevii experience I can attest that it can be done. I can't even say it puts me out any. Yes it's hard, but it's hard in the sense woodpecking is hard for earthworms -- good luck drilling bark oak if you weren't born with a beak.

So it came to pass that when people ask me what I do with my time, I generally retort "I tell people what not to do". What can you do ?

———Yeah, that's how the bot leads now. You should see the results. [↩]The usual bullshit, 21yo girly thinks she's a top but too steeped in infantile cowardice still to show her face, meanwhile "interested in gentle femdom and role reversal type stuff, this and that of BDSM." and all the rest of the yakkity-yak. [↩]The words are used merely for historical reasons, and they denote social gender not biological sex in any case. I don't specifically know of any impediment preventing the man of the house having been born a woman. I do of course know of plenty of firmly excellent reasons why the man of a house can not possibly act like a woman, and I suppose butch dykes are almost nobody's cup of tea, but almost nobody still isn't nobody so there you go. [↩]Plaza Suite, they're discussing marriage and family in the anteroom of their daughter's wedding. [↩]The property of not being capable of being revised. [↩]It's true that some girlies are being sexually abused (they call it "education" -- but aren't fooling anyone) into trying to be boys these days, but if their parents don't care, and if their countrymen don't care then why should we ? It's their misfortune to have been born in our colonies at their present sad state, and they should have done better for themselves. [↩]We were sitting and chatting yesterday, and as a rhetorically constructed counterpoint the entirely and scandalously imaginary conceit "our lesbian black girlfriend" was introduced in conversation ; then the whole thing collapsed into a pile of "you know, we actually have one of those", leaving behind a dusty cloud of "fuck!" and "well you know what I mean".

Because yes, we have one of EVERYTHING. Twice over.

And yes I fucked her. Of course I fucked her. So what if she's a lesbian ? To quote, "take me easy, my pussy's not used to it". [↩]

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Tuesday, 24 April, Year 10 d.Tr.

Traditional family vs the harem, a comparative study

I find I have to translate an 2010 article. Here goes :

In the traditional model, the head of the future family (always male) will choose one single partner, through direct negotiation with the other family heads (generally male, but sometimes also female through the working of time and patience). The arrangement often includes a patrimonial transaction as well, either from the nascent family towards the one owning marriageable daughters or the other way around. The role and function of this transaction have been the object of respectable scholarship, which we won't restate here, but will recommend to your eye (La Vie familiale et sociale des Indiens Nambikwara etc). Let's not exaggerate by regarding it narrowly and outside of proper context as a sort of noxious tax on the future or as a subsidy towards its support -- it can work various mechanisms of social balancing, for instance as sui-generis social security (because the married female is no longer held to care for her natural parents in their old age, but those of her husband, for instance) or that of ransom for the statu-quo (since all the land is already taken, he who starts a new family shouldn't simply take land into possession, even though he very well could) and so on.

Let us mention in passing that the female partner-to-be does not generally speaking have any word in the settling of the future partnership, at least not formally, which may seem to give way to certain objections as to the propriety of terms. Nevertheless, in practice it's rarely seen that the female doesn't exercise a certain informal influence, by opening / managing conflict between divers pretendents or by making use of various social norms of comparable strength. Besides, given on one hand the social structure of her gender, organised principally as a sort of union aiming at the common protection of rights (while the male gender is socially organised rather adversarially, towards division of various resources), and on the other hand the great abundance of norms aimed generally against the male with the intent of the protection of the wife seen in most traditional cultures, it would be my opinion that the situation is sufficiently even in its course and sufficiently voluntary and free of constraint initially so as to be properly called partnership ; a view based in part on the observations that partnership entirely devoid of constraint can not exist nor has ever existed, and that the notion of partnership does not in the slightest demand equality.

The principal qualities of the female object in the partnership called traditional marriage are diligence and fertility, in this order. Intelligence helps, but it is an ambiquous property, that may add value but may just as well bring disaster, and as such it's not necessarily included in the accounting. Diligence allows the female to increase the patrimony of the marriage through the work of her hands, generally light manufacture -- textiles, foodstuffs, and (together with the other dumb beasts of burden) as a lieutenant to the man's efforts towards productive activities, from pushing on the forge fan to picking up sheaves. Fertility allows the female to increase the family patrimony by adding new members, and this is the side of particular interest in our discussion.

In general biology would seem to indicate sexuate reproduction requires two genders, with progeny the necessary result of their interaction. In traditional terms, however, the production of children is entirely the contribution of the womani (a simplifying view that brought enough trouble to women misfortunate enough to be paired with impotent males, from queens to the last plebeian). As such, the female is the only one able to increase the family headcount.

The particular manner in which the female exercises this monopoly, which is to say giving birth, adds its own particularities, with specific effects. For a period the life of the new family member is a liability, patrimonially speaking, as it will be consuming unilaterally, without answering in counterparty. This particularity of the method chosen by the traditional family to expand itself brings along some obligations, passive and unconsented, upon the progeny. There's an imaginary debt brought about by its apparition!

As a result, traditional families expand in a most inefficient and rather painful (for all parties) manner, adding unconsented passives and then employing to repay them the only resource of the newcomer -- the sweat of his brow, the work of his hands -- evaluated by untransparent and fundamentally authoritarian criteria.ii There is no representational difference between slaves taken in war and children born to traditional families, they're all the same thing -- people chained by their captors to imaginary debts they didn't undersign.

As the progeny is no part of the partnership, but rather finds itself in the position of the zek, as the individual gathers power and ability, self confidence and courage, he will rise against the absurdist organisation, breaking off, in harsher or friendlier terms but always adversarially, from his previous "family"/jail. Of course, with the well documented perversity of human society in all times and places, this obvious dysfunction will be linguistically treated in fatalistic terms, unless they go as far as to misrepresent it as an advantage, in the vein of "how'd you have gotten splints if you didn't break your arm ?!".

In strict opposition to this bizarre and at least seemingly diseased model of social organisation, the harem offers some clear advantages.

Let us point out from the get-go that the harem is not, as beta/virgin bois generally imagine, an entity with a principally sexual function. Even if in terms of sexual abundance it readily overwhelms "serial monogamy", for instance (that thing when you pick up chicks in bars), nevertheless when it comes to variety (the principal sexual need of the male) it can't compare. It should perhaps be noted that for the same sort of onanists, traditional marriage was until recentlyiii, exactly the same "key to the door to the paradise of sexual life". Everything is a nail to the man holding a hammer, and just so everything's sexual paradise of unbridled accuplation to the boi holding his own penis. Ahh, the naive imagination of the inexperienced drones, the only way traditional marriage can possibly end up anywhere remotely near any kind of sex worth the mention.

Rather than all that nonsense, the harem is a fundamentally simpler and more direct answer to the issue of extending the family. Instead of putting in the hand of the female a generative monopoly by virtue of the largely irrelevant circumstance that she is capable, under some conditions, of some sort of generation, in the harem expansion stands in the hand of the man. Ideally this option is exercised rather as an act of communion rather than as an act of force, and the other females contribute actively to the expansion as they contribute actively to everything else. In practice this ideal finds form more or less, like any ideal in any practice.

This manner of expanding the family has some remarkable advantages. First of all, the newcomer is not a liability, but a value. Nobody adds to their harem a snotty girly that shits everywhere and can't walk. As a necessary direct result, the newcomer is not anyone's loss, and to the degree she's well chosen she's actually a gain for each and everyone.

Besides, the newcomer joins the harem as her choice, and in the sense of achievement, of finding her luck, her groove in the world. The extension of the harem is, for the newcomer that extends it, a fullfillment of her being ; the exact opposite of the situation in the traditional family, wherein the nubile newcomer has to leave in order to seek out his destiny, his life's quest or whatever may be waiting at crossroads. Death.

Of course, not everyone can afford to put in practice the superior method, just as "dressing in the finest silks" can't possibly be the preoccupation of the entire populace, there's just not that much "finest", willy-nilly some will be finer than others. But, for the perfectionist mind with great standards (for the environment at least, if not for itself), the traditional implementation of family appears as at best bizarre, if not outright equal to a decision to henceforth eat nothing but roadkill.

From this conflict between quality and cost spawned then the various harem implementations as known to history, from Asia Minor to Asia Major, generally a kind of hybrid between the ideal harem described above and the equally ideal traditional family, described even above-er. The risk involved in using synthetic products is that they may well inherit the defects of both parents, and in practice I've seen this occur, at least occasionally. Nevertheless, I can't possibly see why I'd eat roadkill ; but I'd certainly switch to that diet before I'd switch my private arrangements to closer match the idiocy of primitive minds and the capacities of the poor.

As far as family is concerned, the only respectable arrangement for the rich and intelligent is the harem family. Anyone else is very likely ill advised to attempt families at all, as the Inca is dead set on denying them the traditional family model (which is what they'd need), and instead supply them a sort of nonsense that's painfully untenable and, as best I can discern, the shortest available path to depression, insanity and suicide.

———Sovata ? [↩]The "alternative" pantsuit family simply denies the passive, true to their fundamental belief that existence is built of their say-so. But we're not here to point and laugh at narcisiac idiots this time, so let's lightly move on. [↩]"Does your wife go ? Is she a sport ? A wink is as good as a slap for a blind bat!" [↩]

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Friday, 06 April, Year 10 d.Tr.

Totally legit traffix sir!

Check this outi :

What's going on there, you ask ?

Well... have you ever received one of those "comments", like say

What went down there ? Evidently, spammer monkey didn't really understand how the spam script of his elders workedii and accidentallied the contents of file_linkslinks/imp_files/newzonestest2_2.txt into the eager, awaiting hands of an 'orrible cunt : me.

As below same above, as they say : some Facebook-like "traffic" accidentally forgot to explode the list of "referrers" by the pipe. So instead of "appearing legit", it appeared ridiculous.

But hey, erryone's just tryna make it in dis game, rite ?

Carry on, carry on, the boyish identification of things and matters couldn't possibly be anything but entirely and exactly accurate, no such thing as misguided competition ever existed under this green Sun and whosoever is saying otherwise's just trying to steal your human rights. Do your part to building teh America, why not, why not.

I'll just be over here laughing.

———Sorry for the awkward medium, but I really dun want to machine-reading associate with the crapola. [↩]Remember "phantomcircuit" aka Patrick Strateman, the erstwhile "expert" from ye olde Bitcoinica days ? Yeah, that guy. What, you think he's the only monkey that ever crawled out of some drunken British bint ?! [↩]

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Wednesday, 07 February, Year 10 d.Tr.

Titless.

Two men are sitting in the open style livingroom -- one, in the middle of the large leather couch, buried under a wide assortment of printed white paper and scribbled yellow pads as happily as a hamster in sawdust ; the other in the elaborate armchair. The sun's golden beams signal a lazy, tropical afternoon. A stout, squat and hardy tripod propped against the low coffee table catches some light and gladly glimmers for its catch. It was evidently made for shooting, but what exactly ?

A mess of hardware covers the solid oak table to its carrying capacity, in a peakless pyramid. There's various guns and rifles, uncounted, perhaps uncountable. The peculiar design of its magazine makes a honest to god tommy gun stand out -- or maybe it's just a replica. There's also boxes, for ammunition, for fishing supplies, for who knows what. One, round, metallic, painted blue pokes out on a corner, sending to the world it's message of "Danish Butt" before being sucked back into the formless arraignment. There's at least five recognizable laptops in various states of burial, an abundance of cabling, diverse electronics in such a state of undress as to expose the green plastic processors get glued onto, and also metallic radiators, passive, fanless. A low hum bathes the scene, produced by a hundred different sources, some stateless, some stateful, some electronic, others mechanical.

Suddenly, the door to the street flies open, admitting one teenager.

"Hello daddy!"

"Hi pumpkin!" manages the man on the couch in the three seconds he has open before pumpkin disappears upstairs. She's in the uniform of her time and place, white sneakers with polka-dotted ankle socks, cutoff jeans to a strictly specified level in relation to her buttcheeks, some indistinct white tshirt falling off of one shoulder and a mess of sandy blue hair. And by blue we of course mean blonde, cosplaying hasn't yet come of age.

"Is that Wanda's ?" inquires the man in the armchair, some disbelief in his voice.

"No, no, nonono. Willow's in college. This is Christine, but these days must be called Kris."

"Chris ?"

"No, god forbid, not with an h. Kris, you know, like the knife. This is important, believe you me."

"I can't believe you called Wanda's girl Willow."

"But what is it with you writers, I tell you the girl's name and then you want to ask why is she called that ?" there followed a pause, during which the faint whiff of affectation in the couchsitter's speech and manner matured, and transformed, and yielded the root of a wave of secret, mutual understanding that emerged dominant and above the soupy din permeating all things and washed over the room. The act of adults understanding each other relies on obscure reference and unspoken implication, and leaves the participants faintly smiling inside. "At least it wasn't Wren." capped the initiator.

"So what are we looking at here ?"

"I'll tell you, thirty-six fifty, and that's a deal. You won't find better."

"Not even that bad. Listen, if I wire you eight grand or so, can you remit the remainder in cash ?"

"You mean dollars ?"

"Yeah."

"Sure, I was looking to get rid of some."

The man at the table daintily fished one laptop from the mess before his feet, placed it on the generously wide arm of his temporary leather encasement, then extracted another one from a case set on the side of the arrangement and half-buried under overhang. He fiddled with them, in turns and tandems for a few minutes, then declared "All set."

"What's that, like half an hour ?"

"Maybe an hour, it looks well congested."

"Would you like some cookies or something, a cup of coffee ?" offered the host, affably.

"Nah, " and the visitor stood without dropping the final period.

"Bathroom ?"

"No, listen, I'll go court Chris, if you don't mind."

"Be my guest."

* * *

"Do you mind if I come in ?"

"I... uh... I..."

The man stepped inside the teenager's upstairs bedroom, pushed some indistinct pile to the side and sat himself on the corner of the bed.

"What's the matter ?"

She blushed intensely under the tan, resulting in rare coloring, but answered quite cooly and self-collectedly, "I don't know."

"Are you a virgin, Chris ?" inquired the man seated on her bed, a slight glimmer of a smile dancing in his eye.

"Yes." came the whispered reply. Then the rest of her caught up with the whisper and she stated, just as cooly and self-collectedly, "I am a virgin."

"Well now... how long's that been going on ?" continued the inquiry, its medical, matter-of-fact nature overwhelmed by the glimmer maturing into a proper smile in the corner of his eyes.

Her eyes widened for a moment, and then her mouth opened and then she started laughing. A very pretty laugh, wilting and feminine, many little silver teapots banging in a bag. "What do you mean how long, sir! Since I was born. It's not a girlscout badge, you know, it's something you're born with."

"Actually Kris... I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know ?"

"I've never seen one."

Her eyes widened again. "You've never seen..."

"Nope."

"You're lying to me."

"It's not called lying, in this context."

"What's it called then ?"

"Courtship."

"Would you like to see mine ?"

"If you're willing to show it."

"And if I show it to you, will you be seeing something you've never seen before ?"

"Certainly."

"You have any idea how tantalizing this is ?" but he made no reply, just watched her eyes as she cooed, "I know all about you, you know ? You've seen everything, haven't you. Everything..."

"I should hope not."

"And after you see it, will you want to take it away so I can't show it to anyone else ever again ?"

"Um... well not right off. Why, who did you want to show it to ?"

"Nobody, really. I never even thought about it before you asked."

"What do you think about ?"

"You know... having sex... making out. But it's never like this. Because nobody ever thinks... it just doesn't come to say, you know ? It just doesn't..."

"Yes, I know. Give me that ugly tshirt thing. What the hell is that anyway."

"I... I don't know."

"Do you have lingerie ?"

"Not... not really. I don't have any tits anyway."

"You're young."

"What, you think they'll grow ?"

"Maybe."

"I don't think so."

"Do you have hotpants ?"

"Uh... I have a pair from like junior high, they're kinda tight."

"Are they velvet ? Let's see."

"Yes, actually. Look."

"Those are actually dolphins. But put them on."

* * *

"Yeah, nevermind the workout. Hop in the car come pick me up. We're taking this kiddo lingerie shopping." then after a pause "I dunno, she's new." He clicked off then handed the small, clamshell-style antique phone back to its owner, still seated on the couch.

"Isn't she a little young ?" inquired the owner, pensively.

"What can I tell you."

"Did you..."

"Naah. She just showed me around."

"Is she gonna be okay ?"

"She's gonna be fine. She's actually quite clever, you know."

"I know, I know."

Then they both turned, because for some reason the girl jumped on both feet at the bottom of the stairs, as if she had been playing hopscotch all the way down. "Bye, daddy!" she shot, as she bolted out the door.

"Bye, pumpkin!" came the automatic reply. Then, after a moment, as the door was closing over the leaving man's uplifted right arm, "Take it easy" came out softly, almost whispered, and it sounded like prayer.

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Saturday, 03 March, Year 10 d.Tr.

Titles are a scam anyway.

slut can we sometime go back to that one italian restaurant we went to when i visited? i think its in lindora

Me um ? we never went to lindora keksi

slut hmm. it was the one where you told the guy to give the receipt to his manager... maybe belen?

Me lol. escazu actually.ii

slut lmao. i was gonna say, i can just keep guessing places.

Me i don't think anyone EVER encountered this situation where "hey buster ? there's a COOOOOOSTTTT!!!! to you turning people away". everyone lives in this imaginary lalaland where they're 100% indemnified against all the possible backlash their idiocy produces

slut nah me either. well especially in costa rica.

Me kinda why they're so indignant when they end up fucked for saying the bad on "social media" or w/e.

slut how's this apply? wouldnt that be the one time, theyre met with some 'reality'

Me "i just spent your monthly salary at the place across the street. suppose you just lose your job and the place you're fucking up does better for both more income and less expense ? i totally would run a place like that. end of the month, all the stupid girliesiii would get a BILL.

slut lmao

Me "you want to continue pretending like you work here, this is how much you owe". like cable tv exactly, "workplace as a service". "if you're buying fantasy, you pay"

slut lmao. kind of a hot idea. not sure the practicality of it... do you give the higher performers the money that the idiots pay you? otherwise you may not have a work force.

Me of course you do. it's not for-profit, it's just fair value. literally, "This is how much your idiocy cost".

slut lol right. i'm assuming some beating too, while they pay up.

Me and of course in my world there's no bankruptcy. if your money falls under a threshold, you just get sold off.

slut for saying the bad on "social media" or w/e

Sunday, 25 November, Year 10 d.Tr.

Three rivers. Approximately.

Above : wasabi, as well as a perfectly acceptable complement of wasabi condiments : eel, shrimp, crab, salmon, octopus, yellowfin tuna, herring, various roes and vegetables.

Below : the necessary effect of good sushi.

Above : ain't it pretty ?

Below : believe it or not, as a small child in Romania I was fascinated by these trumpets growing on a vine on my way to my kindergarten (which my grandmother had told me are carnivorous). Many happy days were had stuffing ants and other bugs inside the tiny indigo pipes. A short few decades later, here I am, facing the actual fully grown item there in question. Quite not the same thing at all!

Above & below : flowers.

Above : the crazy ass bug of legend.

Below : this'd be a road. Let's take a closer look, shall we ?

Above as below : fucking exactly. This is what happens in the road here. Deluge, mudslide, carnival ride. You have no idea how many roads half-collapsed into the precipices below mere hours prior I drove by. Neither do I, as I've lost count by now. Many.

This is the upstream of that spontaneous crossroad river. Admire the washed out levies and whatnot.

Above : "This is the bus to next jungle patch over, right ?" I was taken for a ride!

Below : the lay of the land.

Above as below : Rio Jaris. As you can see, a great picnic spot. Ima take nude beauties there lots and lots!

Below, there's yet another different river. What could it be doing ?

You've guessed it! Fucking up the road!

At this juncture in our visual travels we come to the splendid abandoned church.

Tell me, if you lived in this tiny ass city lost in the mountaineous jungle, wouldn't this be the official designated place to lose your virginity ? Bizarre ceremonies in the night ? Strange outfits and stranger behaviours ? Mystyque & Mystery ?

And now for the ghost metropolitan catherdral's disappearing act. Ready ?

Bye!

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Tuesday, 11 September, Year 10 d.Tr.

Three on a match

Three on a matchi is one bewildering piece of work.

Leaving aside the documentary evidence, not just of credible period interiors and credible period newspaper clippings but also of a very young Bogart (young enough to be "Harve"!) and an almost as young Davis (can you imagine this woman ever was 24 ?), and also leaving aside the very very visible scars of the silent eraii, Three on a match attempts to retell the contemporaneous Lindbergh kidnapping seen through a remarkably distorted glass.

The story as retold here is that the successful lawyer has a wife who, wanting for nothing, nevertheless "gets bored", so she dumps him. He lets her go, as phlegmatic as the old man in the fable, and forthwith replaces her with a duo of her old classmates, at their insistence. The ex-wife hitches up with some louse, ends up "doing drugz" of a very strange sort not seen in realityiii and then there's mobsters and she kills herself and oh btw, the guy she's with kidnaps the kid at some point.

It's not even that the story's illogical, it's way past that, lost outright in some left fields of sheer surrealism of its own devising. Too incomprehensible to be actually bad, Three on a match remains worth seeing mostly because what the fuck are you going to do, throw 1932 away altogether ?

———1932, by Mervyn LeRoy, with Joan Blondell, Bette Davis, Humphrey Bogart. [↩]Everything, the blocking, the talking, the whole composition betrays that most everyone involved still thought film in terms of the succession of stills with cardboard inserts here and there. Excusable, too, seeing how The Jazz Singer had only been released five years prior. [↩]You know how "computers" figure in 1980s Hollywood fiction ? Well, the blockheads didn't make an exception for computers -- that is how they "understand" everything. It just happened to be computers in the 80s that's all. [↩]

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Monday, 02 April, Year 10 d.Tr.

This is not BDSM.

Continuing the series of "what things aren't" (most recently polyamory, but plenty others about), here comes shambling horror :

The problem with idealismsi is that... no, really, do I have to say this ? The problem with idealism is that it doesn't fucking work. The places where this "doesn't fucking work" manifests (properly speaking -- the places where the idealist doesn't manage to ignore as well as he'd like the universal not-working nature of his idiocy) are called externalized costs for a very good reason : the very substance of idealism, what makes the idealist an idealist, is that he's looking for a way to get you to pay for his breakage.

That's what being an idealist is all about : going around looking for suckers willing to pour their own resources into the gaping void between things as they are and things "as they should be". Ideally. According to Joe.

Now then : the pantsuit hallucinations re always-choice and human-genius and sanctity-of-life and bla bla bla do not work. They do not work anywhere, they fail equally well everywhere, their broken uselessness is universal. Yet in the case of mongoloids such as depicted above -- the failure is quite obvious and not easily ignored.

These sad attempts that can't possibly be aborted arbitrarily post-partum (because "every sperm is sacred") also can't live up to the "genius of mankind" ideals of progressive pantsuitism. Wut do ?

Well.... wouldn't you like to have a "BDSM relationship" with the woman depicted ? Change her diapers ? Tell her "what to do" (but not in the sense of "subdue this province", like I tell mine ; no, more in the sense of "do not eat your armpits", fifty times a day) ? If you take her to the garage she'll oink and bark in the garage, and if you don't she won't (being too busy to oink and bleat in the livingroom). TotallyJustLikeARealSlave dot jpg!!!

This fucking isn't what BDSM is. BDSM isn't an achievement badge for the sort of morons that've somehow either been cornered into or complacently fell into caring for the mentally absent, to make them feel better about their wasted time.

BDSM is something about smart girls, not morons. BDSM is something for rich people, not for the poverty constrained. Kinda like Bitcoin, you know ?

BDSM fucking isn't outpatient mental health support, wut!

———Yes, all socialism is idealism without remainder, and pantsuitism is nothing else and nothing more besides socialism. "Palatable" socialism, sure, "socialmedia"-socialism... distinctions without substance. [↩]

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Saturday, 29 September, Year 10 d.Tr.

This GNS thing...

The gradual growth and unyielding development of our beloved Republic make this item necessary, by and by, and so even though it's not exactly ready, we shall make an effort to catch up, below.

I. Adult OS should at the very least come with Vi and does in fact need a source of entropyii just as much as it needs a processor or a bus. Sorry to be the harbinger of cold reality, but no, quadriplegic girls aren't women, no matter what drawings you might've seen.

II. Since V is available and since usg.dns is evil, we might as well include republican GNS with the item. But how should such a thing work ?

III. Because we're going to replace the whole name resolution infrastructure (the whole name resolution infrastructure) of heathen lands for our own use, it then follows we get to define top level symbols. The scheme drafted ad-hoc yesterday appears ready to stand us in good stead : 40 character ALPHAnumeric strings will be arbitrarily defined to resolve toiii IPs, to which the OS can connect, and from which it may expect to obtain /gns.

IV. This /gns should be a directory, containing patches, which is to say a succession of files, .vpatch and .sig with names matching in pairs. The genesisiv must contain a global.hosts, bitcoin.hosts and manifest.txt ; should there also be a global.namesv ?

V. To use this tree, cuntoo will have to contain a keys directory somewhere. Practically speaking, if you have it you might as well pre-populate it, which begs the question : should it come with the maintainer's key alone (ie, trinque's) ? Or should it come with the lordship's keys in a set ? The former is a factual matter, as plain and simple as it can be : if you're downloading his software you're trusting his signature, no two ways about it. However, it may also put too much weight on the poor man -- he signed up to do some maintenance work on a software package, not necessarily to endpoint all queries forever. Yet the alternative is dubious, because now somebody (who ?) is stuck updating what's essentially a dynamic symbol. Should we mandate the first however many lines in that global.names file read "lordship $key", thereby creating a ready way to splinter off the notion through usage (because obviously) ? Not that it's such a terrible idea in principle, but is it perhaps too soon ?

VI. Upon pressing the tree, one is left with a dysfunctional item, because our global.hosts does not readily transpose into traditional /etc/hosts : private patches are still needed (at the very least to define "localhost"). I deem this a feature : on one hand the user must be aware of his machine (and, honestly, requiring the ability to patch a V tree seems exactly the right setting for "table stakes") ; on the other hand if the user presses the tree to a head consisting of his own patch, should then the gns tree be re-genesised upstream the flow will break, providing what's to my eyes a most valuable canary. Wouldn't you want to know about it ?

VII. The tempting observation that "the link might as well be encrypted", and the scheme could then work as $key1/$key2/gn (a breathtakingly beautiful arch over the centuries uniting previous "Consulem Romanorul Regii Phyrrhy Salutem"vi with current FC66C0C5D98C42A1D4A98B6B42Fv9985AFAB953C4/17215D118B7239507FAFED98B98228A001ABFFC7/gns ) will most certainly have to await gossipd. The equally tempting "OS should come with irc bot, ready to !!key joe from command line pipe" is a lot more feasible, are we actually doing this ? Not like trinque's bot isn't already there...

Let's talk about it!

———Which means, RSA, because if you're going to check signatures might as well have the whole KEDSC (keygen-encrypt-decript-sign-check) orchestra ; and which further means keccak. Practically speaking both of these also mean GNAT, because that's what we use to compile the foregoing. [↩]Which yes, means FG, no alternatives available. [↩]IPv4, the Republic does not support IPv6. [↩]Which I originally volunteered to provide, resulting in all this mess, because yes, I'd like to provide it, leaving me stuck trying to figure out what the fuck am I supposed to actually provide. [↩]This could create a truly global space, allowing machine-translation, because all you'd have to remember is something like global.software.bitcoin, and the machine could produce the path for such a thing ; similarily global.properties.time could produce the time and so following ; nevertheless, we're not ready with the full thing just yet, and moreover it should grow organically, through usage, like we do. [↩]Can you believe the ~only~ reference to that ancient formula on the entire fucking "web" of shit is actually... this very Trilema ? Can you ?

Let's then recount the whole story of it :

Nicias cuidam, regii Phyrrhy amicum, ad Fabricius consulem furtim venit ac dixit : "Si praemium accipiam, regem veneo necem".

Tum Fabricius legatus cum letteris missit.

"Consulem Romanorum Regii Phyrrhy salutem.

Ad nos venit Nicias, familiaris tuus, quod praemium ad nos petived si te clam iterfecisset. Tu nisi cavebis, iacebis. Vale."

Pai nu ?!

I still remember it today, having learned it (by heart, and not by rote) in those olden days because to my eyes, now as then, the final vale is the strongest, most elegant counterpoint. Don't you find ? [↩]

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Sunday, 25 November, Year 10 d.Tr.

The V questionarium & answerarium, 2018 edition

To set the mood, let's snipe from the log :

trinque I don't see that eucrypt code includes the ada compiler? why not? or linux kernel, or etc.

mircea_popescu because nobody willing to sign it has yet been found.

mircea_popescu but should eg, bitcoin-fs be written, then yes trb will exist in the same tree as bitcoin-fs. and should we go as low as tmsr-os, then yes, tmsr-os as genesis will have bitcoin-fs patchzone and then trb patchzone after that. and people wanting to use bitcoinfs for something else can just press up to there and no further. and projects wanting to import bitcoinfs but not trb will just build off that height of tree, and continue thusly. and yes, "the complete tree of all patches ever downstream from tmsr-os genesis" will include ~everything~ we ever made, and there's nothing wrong with that ; and people not caring to keep the complete patchset will keep whatever subs they want, exactly like http://btcbase.org/log/2018-04-09#1794613

a111 Logged on 2018-04-09 14:31 mircea_popescu a right. hanbot do me a favour : download ~only~ those patches which are in the leftmost trunk seen on phf's viewer (so exclude vtools_vdiff_sha, and its dependents) and try to flow again ?

spyked but say I have a similar itcbot vtree, with logbot on top. then top of it I include trilemabot (handling self-voicing et al.), then on top of that rss bot. then if I want to use rss bot but not logbot (which don't depend on each other), how would I go about that?

mircea_popescu why is trilemabot on top of logbot instead of on the side of logbot ? (the realisation that v-tree management is a lot like playing tetris should probably hit just about now)

trinque I think this is absolutely correct, and I'm in error not putting logbot in ircbot's tree.

mircea_popescu not the end of the world, the "author1 thionks author2 is an idiot" can be very mild indeed, "i didn't like the patchlength, collapsed some and regenesised"

spyked then if they're separate branches and if I want to make purely hypothetical spykedbot that does both? would end up with patch with two antecedents, should v press that? should I regrind?

mircea_popescu v presses that as it is now, why not. plenty of examples extant.

trinque I suppose I should've said instead "had there been a gnat v-tree, eucrypt would never find itself in a position where gnat had moved, and nobody can find the gnat to build eucrypt"

mircea_popescu indeed that'd be so, and how joyous a circumstance. that's even why eucrypt doesn't want to be outside of the tree of its dependencies, after all.

trinque there's a cultural thing here that just came into view. the work will be regrinding until there's fewer and fewer disjunct trees.

mircea_popescu whenever the weight of signatures warrants the effort.

spyked was thinking, will "the (one and only) v tree" end up eating everything?

mircea_popescu depends on dependencies. eg you can have independent arm and x86 osen. or can have special purpose osen in other ways, and end up with lone trees. for instance : bitcoinfs may be found useful by someone storing flac muzak. they'd then copy it from its original tmsr-os / trb tree, and put it in their gp-os / torrent tree. this'd take some doing, conceivably, but the someone in question may find the answer to "import or rewrite" favourable on the import side.

trinque will be interesting what comes of tracking those lineages

mircea_popescu i dunno that they're to be tracked, it'd be 100% elbow grease of the porter and his beard.

trinque sure, but whether the same patch hunk ended up in two places is computable, interesting in a patch-viewer sense, not in a vtron-operation sense

mircea_popescu i suspect it may not be fully computable. but, sure, we see how it goes.

And now, let's proceed to the questions & answers :

1. Suppose multiple projects really do live in the same tree. What do you mean by interleave ?

That project A may import something from the state of project B at time t1, and then later something (else) from the state of the same project B at time t2.

2. Shouldn't project A simply wait for B to finish ?

Why waste time ? Use what works when it starts working. Waiting is for Windows printers.

3. What should a user of project A do, in case where project A imports an early version of project B, and the user must use project A but would like to also have the later version of project B ? Is he locked into the older version of B that A presses ?

The user should write a privatei patch that merges the version he likes of project A and the version he likes of project B.ii In general, private patches will approximately work as portage masks should work these days.

4. What if the maintainer of project B would like a prior version of B obsoleted but this can't be achieved because project A imported it with a historical patch ? Even if nothing in the present state of A imports anything from the old state of B, nevertheless the historical tree does and so it can not be deleted.

There is no option to delete code other people trust and use, and calling the deletion "obsoleting" instead doesn't change anythingiii. Once nobody trusts the signatures on a patch, then and only then does that patch disappear -- write them with this plain knowledge in mind, and sign them idem.

If the maintainers of A dislike the situation, they can refactor A, to include a different set of imports. If the maintainers of A like the situation but they're insane, someone else can do the refactoring, and the community will follow the new alternative. If the maintainers of A like the situation but they're insane, and someone else did the refactoring but the community didn't follow the new alternative, the someone else in question should a) shut the fuck up, b) understand what about their pomposity covers up for their unimportance and c) fix their stupid fucking heads.iv

5. I've written some code, where do I dump it ?

You don'tv.

6. There's something I want. How do I find out if it already exists ?

Ask in #trilema ; or if that's not feasible, see if any of the lords is willing to ask (many maintain their own castles) ; or if that's not feasible either, ask the person maintaining the closest item to what you want that you know about, they should be able to route you.

7. There's something I want that I established doesn't exist. How do I proceed ?

If it's even vaguely useful you found out it doesn't exist through the device of me giving it to you as a task. If that didn't happen you're probably wasting your time.

If that did happen, you're first to decide if your thing should be a patch on an extant tree or a genesis of a new tree. The process of making this decision does not at any point involve your feelings, hopes, desires, self image or any other psychogenic noise you may be able or inclined to contribute ; nor is it at all open to your free arbiter (irrespective of what you might be -- wrongly -- thinking).

Instead, making this decision is a simple three step process : 1. establish who maintains the closest tree to the thing you want (multiple alternatives are fine) ; 2. ask them whether it should be a patch or a stand-alone item ; 3. see if their response makes sense. That's it and that's all, your only job is to make sure they're not spewing chunks of nonsense, naught else.

Proceed thencefore in a close cycle of the following binome of announcing whatvi you're about to do and why then doing it all through design and then implementation -- in that order! Following this process will ensure the other interested parties form accurate mental representations of both your work and your person, which will allow them to both use your product later on and also sign off on your work ; and the overwhelming power of the logs to build a culture will also ensure that parties that should become interested later can nevertheless catch up, and form the same accurate representations.

If you run into trouble, which is to say conflicts you do not know how to resolve, complain. They will be arbitrated, and from experience the net result will be a much clearer view of yourself, for your own benefit. Except of course if you're the sort that doesn't see the benefit in a clearer view of himself -- in which case, you absolutely do not belong here at all.

8. Isn't a good naming scheme very important for patches ?

Yes, actually, I'm glad you asked. Now go ahead and bring it before the forum, see what people have to say.

———There's no rule all patches must be released. You can even sign private patches with a private signature (ie, not in WoT), which means that even should they be accidentally published nothing would happen. [↩]Trinque's manifest files allow this to occur for free, even. [↩]And fucking stop trying to call things you're not permitted to do "something else" that "we don't know about". Jesus that's annoying. [↩]The republic is not "all-inclusive" ; and is not all exclusive either by the thinnest of margins. There is no room here (or indeed -- anywhere good) for the sort of fucktard that would like to but can't. It's the lime pits for that lot!

Phlegm and rheum upon the UStardian "science" consisting of "we're renaming everything every 5 year plan so a bunch of politruks in lab coats can tell themselves they've contributed to science" ; and pseudo-technology idem. [↩]Read the whole conversation, it's the up to date standard of working within the republic. [↩]What includes a time horizon, yes. [↩]

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Saturday, 26 May, Year 10 d.Tr.

The urban-rural dichotomy in terms of the cycles of power

Material covered in the Anonimity, or the urban versus rural dispute article may prove itself useful in deciphering this offering.

In all rural environments (defined as those environments in which the group is small enough that it knows itself) the cycles of power follow a very simple formula :

From Democracy to Monarchy, because the narrowness of individual experience of the common man in a rural setting makes him naturally stupidi, and therefore the natural prey of the demagogue.

From Monarchy to Oligarchy, because of the principal-agent problem (the king needs help and most of the mouthbreathers are fucking useless).

From Oligarchy back to Democracy, because the common man in a rural setting has some very strange notions about fairness and equitability.

Meanwhile in urban environments (ie, those environments wherein the group is large enough to not know itself) the cycles of power follow the exact same very simple formula!

From Monarchy to Democracy, because the natural jealousy of the common man runs into the natural idiocy of the common man, and they readily ally. Thus the more or less natural inquiries in the vein of "why him ?" and "why not me ?" fail to encounter their just "because..." through the very simple workings of recursive Dunning-Kruger : the common man is too fucking stupid to know just how fucking stupid he is. Explanations as to "why not him" that are simple enough he could understand can't be correct ; explanations that'd be complex enough to be correct "make no sense" to him. Therefore...

From Democracy to Oligarchy, and precisely because the common man maintains his very strange notions about fairness and equitability even in an urban setting! In that he fails to recognize the future oligarchs for his betters, he is completely open to their onslaught.

From Oligarchy back to Monarchy, because the knowledge problems of the urban setting force centralization of power in a single hand necessarilyii -- exactly as depicted by that joke with the cool guy.

This schema explains why Thomas Jefferson thought the farm (ie, rural setting) a better situation for mankind than the bank (urban)iii, as well as everything else.

You're welcome.

———Think in these terms : if there's a thousand boxes and a hundred balls, you can always easily select a box in which no ball has ever been. That's precisely what a demagogue does ; and the yokels will always fall for it -- from their point of view it's only natural that they do. [↩]This is generally metabolized mentally as something-or-other to do with "management of risk" or similar wank. [↩]Within his short, uninformed life his limited, unaided brain experienced portion C of cycle R and portion B of cycle U, therefore forming the (incorrect) impression that the rural cycle dissipates power towards the masses whereas the urban cycle concentrates it into the elites. They're cycles, they do no such thing, a wheel spinning clockwise spins just as spinfully as a wheel spinning the opposite direction. [↩]

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Tuesday, 25 September, Year 10 d.Tr.

The unaided rape position

As I've said before, I and my girls have the most experience with unconsensual accuplation out of just about everyone on Planet 3. Be that as it may, the universal consensus indicates that the most fun is to be had out of cunt in groups, which is why warmaking even existsi as a humanii activity. This is a proposition with which I'd obviously agree, magnaminously leaving aside how in my case the group's all female (whereas in the implicit case the group'd be all male).

Yet we're not going to talk about that ; and we'll also let fall by the side aided rape, such as by that one and true mark of humanity -- the use of tools -- the iota and quantum of which would be the belt-around-ankles position. Have you ever wondered, by the way, why the belt buckle was such a major identificator of social standing in the days of the iron age, and why any serious Roman legionnaire had one just like any serious contemporary cuck has a smartphone ? It worked for them, see, just like it works for you now. The world has not retained the count of ripe teenagers sent to care for the family's goats that ran into a guy sent to care for the world's cunts and got introduced to the-facts-of-life-on-earth with a soldier's belt around the ankles ; and similarily it has not retained (nor will it retain) the count of ripe cucks similarily introduced for similar reasonsiii.

No, none of that common, normal and necessary an universal passtime. Instead, we'll discuss a rather imagined sort of rape : the one-on-one kind. This "exists", in the imaginary manner in which it does, because of the needs of fiction, and story telling, and more specifically cinema : in the immortal words of Seinfeld, "we couldn't keep track of everyone". Actual reality poses significant difficulties for human industry and artifice precisely because it uses large counts with fuzzy behaviours, whereas the perceived needs, of fiction, and story-telling, and cinemaiv rather favour short counts with clearly bordered behaviours. And so it comes to pass that in their quest to portrait the important, made-for-TV repackagings end up reconstructing rape out of one guy and one gal, notwithstanding the sheer impossibilityv of such a thing.

Have you noticed that the only way this imagined-and-visually-reconstructed "rape" is ever depicted has the woman on her back ? Think about it for a second, this is a terrible position. For one thing, if you're raping her, why would you look at her face ? Isn't it a lot more satisfying, and a lot more role-adequate, to be mashing her mug into the mud while you use her holes ? Psychopaths everywhere agree that cutting the eyes out is fun and satisfying, yet this tv-rapist-lite wants to see the gal wince during ? No, he fucking well doesn't.

Moreover, it is physiologically disadvantageous. Even leaving aside how her legs are in a prime position to a) wiggle out from under you and b) accidentally -- and let me underscore this, accidentally, no woman ever fought back rape for a fucking reason, they freeze instead -- knee you in the nads, the lubricating receptor even lining up with the intromissive invader depends on the lordosis behaviour. You'd need her to curl her butt towards you, yo! That's something she doesn't normally do under the sircumstances.

No, the unaided rape position has the woman on her face, what the doctors call "prone" -- because she is fucking prone. You turn her dominant hand behind her back, and hold the wrist in your undominant hand, leaving your dominant hand free. You force her knees spread wide with your thighs, and there you go. Unlike the "on her back" TV nonsense, this is the position she ends up in naturally, after having tried to run away, because humans fall on the face not on the back as one of the principal rules of brainstem-mediated orthostatic management and she's getting tackled as a matter of course not to mention necessity. To get her on her back after this you'd have to turn her, which only makes sense if you never actually thought about any of this (but enjoy wanking to it nevertheless, just like girls do -- is footnote iii starting to make sense to you yet ?).

Generally you'd just hold on her butt with your right and go at it, but there's of course a twist. You could reach around to her well exposed clit, and rub her a little -- by which I mean a whole lotvi. Women also get a (usually brief) refractory period, of course, but you can get some pretty wild bucking out of ignoring it for her. It's a pleasant way to spend, what can I tell you, to be driven over the edge by the crazed squirms of the girl under you as she's trying to get out of it because she just can't take no mo'.

Historical institutions had their advantages, which is how they got to be historical institutions in the first place. The solution can't possibly consist of burying head in the TV set while going "nope nope nope nope". You realise this. Do you ?

———Yes it was invented by people leaving downstream of herds, just... not the sort of herds you imagined. [↩]Make no mistake about it, warmaking is very human an activity ; what's inhuman is sitting in a cubical, gargling red tape and being woke. [↩]Truth be told there's a lot more on the topic on Trilema, such as perhaps most notably Things That Happened To Sam (eight chapters) as well as the story of Messy, Mr. Dilworthy falls in some bad company, The mother of all unexpected visits and so on and so forth ad nauseam. Tell you what : you stop doing it, Ima stop writing about it. No ? [↩]Notice that there's a progression here, from mind to mouth to the silver cathode screen-tube. A progression of fictitious incarnation, a rising tide of insubstatiation and therefore degeneracy. [↩]A one-on-one relationship is a one-on-one relationship, irrespective of what they call it or [pretend to] think it is. The only thing that can be occuring between the two is marriage, never rape, as "Return to the blue lagoon" packages for the needs of the cathodic tube dullards.

The only way to have rape, meaningfully, is within the group, because the fundamental point of rape is the social irrelevancy of the raped. This'd be why it's such a harem sport, also : the harem exists specifically so the girls can play with fire. [↩]If you're in the harem rather than in the field, playing with your own, loving and lovingly selected girls rather than whatever goat-herding atrocity you might've run into, you can even order her to get herself started. There's advantages to having advantages, you realise this, of course. [↩]

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Sunday, 01 July, Year 10 d.Tr.

The Top Brass

In no particular order,

General Staff, General Case, General Practice, General Poultice, General Understanding, General Care, General Lee Speaking, General Considerations, General Use, General Public, General Application, General Confusion, General Dispepsia, General Selection, General Admission, General Seating, General Education, General Solution, General Problem, General Thinking, General Election, General Listing, General Anesthesia, General Knowledge, General Interest, General Incentive, General O. Edema, General Fatigue, General Topic, General Dissension, General Upset, General Curfew, General Assembly and General Aspect

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Sunday, 22 April, Year 10 d.Tr.

The Symbolics discussion

Motto: anyway, I think I'm going to reprint (and adnotate) the bolix discussion trinque linked, because I fear it's so concise and the language so tense that in a few more years nobody, including myself, will understand what the fuck was being said.

phf mcclim always reminds me of how rms was planning on competing with symbolics by reimplementing everything they had on top of gnu platform.i that was the goal. only a handful people who actually worked with a genera realize how "special" the result of rms's work was. mcclim's grey athena widget is from-cave attempt at "industry standard" echo of an echo

mircea_popescu why exactly did everyone in the golden lisp era feel such a burning need to compete with each other anyway ? i mean rms, i understand, stray dog mit took in, he'd bark at st peter if st peter came by. but the rest of 'em ?

asciilifeform gnu's confinement ( from poverty ) to 'commodity' (i.e. unix) hardware was a forced 'exile from eden' and the derp response is to postulate 'we're JUST AS GOOD, US TOO!1111' etc. the other idiocies follow from 'we can make roman aqueduct in empty field, and with 0 book-larnin', and it will be Just As Good'.

mircea_popescu yes, though i'm not particularily interested in stallman's moth-eaten brain. there were what, 5 different wanna-be symbolix corps ? commercial lisps ? etc. what sense did any engineer imagine this will make ? seems a lot of [the] retarded one-man-ism that gave the world 5k "airplane inventors" and just as many canvas-made planes that didn't work worth a shit.ii

asciilifeform most of the subj of thread is post-rms. iirc there were 3 mit licensees : symbolics, lmi, and ti. strangely, even though ti was a megacorp already at the time, their offering was the least memorable.

BingoBoingo No mystery. They were likely operating from an internal assumption of leadership and thus snore.

mircea_popescu the question of "why the fuck would anyone even bother with a mit '''license'''" we'll leave for some other time.iii

asciilifeform describe the hypothetical 'not bothering'. thing was several thou. man-years of gnarly work, it was not repeatable in a garage. (work on multi$million handmade machines, also, not on commodity iron). in fact the piss ui from this thread, clim, franz lisp, whole shebang of barbarian yurts decorated with smashed roman mosaic, were results of later attempt to 'repeat in garage' regardless.

mircea_popescu mit never had a thousand man-years of work, in its entire history to date, counting all the departments.

asciilifeform ai lab strictly. it was the beginning and immediately the end of the 'interesting' mit.

mircea_popescu right. and if it were an actual man-year of work it'd be a wonder. ie, a dozen people "worked" in the us senseiv for 18 months.

asciilifeform mno.

mircea_popescu blow me away.

asciilifeform i read the released cadr schematics. and the source. it was genuinely 1000+ man-year of genuine work. ever built wire-wrap anything ? picture ten tonnes of it. and quite reasonably minimal, even.

mircea_popescu this argument will not prevail, because again, mit never paid that many hours.

asciilifeform most of the hours were worked unpaid, by slaves.

mircea_popescu mit also never had this many useful slaves.

asciilifeform again it wasn't 'mit', it was 'mit's ai lab', wholly - at the time - unique assemblage. if mircea_popescu already postulated a conclusion in his head, and doesn't actually give half a fuck about factsv, i will not bother with this thread. 1970s mit ai lab != modern mit just as 1850s usg ain't today's.

mircea_popescu and the problem of "slaves" and "work" is very interestingly repeating. so : if you count all the receptionists in the "work" you're getting an obviously diluted figure. if this were how work worked, i could build spaceship by hiring 1mn chickens/hair stylists in argentina. evidently, argentina isn't building any spaceships.

asciilifeform 0 receptionists.

mircea_popescu slaves, idem. if you count every nigger at mit, derping about "we're one, man" and "i should have money anyway" then yes you get the figures, but if you count THAT as slavery god help you.

asciilifeform it was this club where they let the brightest undergrads burn their lives for 0 pay to build interesting hw.

mircea_popescu asciilifeform this item did not physically exist. dozen people eighteen months. thatssit. where's the 500 undergrads ~actually~ working for decades ?vi

asciilifeform decade. at the ai lab.

mircea_popescu have you seen the premises ? not physically possible to host 100 people working there, let alone 500 wtf.

asciilifeform most of the heavy lifting was done by a dozen or so people, however. (david moon, richard greenblatt, tom knight, buncha smaller ones )

mircea_popescu dozenpeopleeighteenmonths!!!

phf asciilifeform clim fwiw predates micro exodus. was, like common lisp, an attempt by the three vendors to make a unified gui foundation. you can still see scarring in genera where they started transitioning to clim apps from their flavors.vii

mircea_popescu NOW -- the question is why did this fucktarded dozen decide the best thing to do is make 3-6-howevermany "Competing" entitites.

phf actually that's the same (i assume rhetorical) question rms was asking

asciilifeform iirc rms really hated noftsker, for some reason

mircea_popescu mno. his question was "why do these 12 people not see the glory of socialism and dedicate their lives to making every receptionist live in luxury she can't pay for".viii why such rotten bullshit would get a flat no in return is directly obvious.

asciilifeform ( iirc it was because he went 'let us have our king from among our ~own~ number, why this imported viking lord ' ). this was pre-gnu rms, as far as is known -- apolitical.

phf hmm, i always thought his question was a lot more naively childish "why'd did all my friends i had fun with left to do these weird `grownup` things".

mircea_popescu of course childish. socialism. that's what it is. the notion that there can be an apolitical something is like the notion that there can be a transparent non menstruating woman etc.ix

asciilifeform mircea_popescu rms naively believed (but afaik -- genuinely believed) that one can separate the cutlets from the flies. i.e. the experimenters from the receptionists.

mircea_popescu i expect rms did no such thing ; but that he correctly believed that if structured as ~radical~ socialism, socialism may be made to appear palatable to intelligent peoplex ; at any rate more so than the commodified variant. hence all his imbecillities with "log scale for music payments by downloads" and whatnot other respectable sovietisms.

asciilifeform i have nfi, but must point out that this time was prior to him having written down any such thing.

mircea_popescu she's still a woman even at a time prior to having foaled.

asciilifeform and pre- him receiving the socialist prizes etc. pre-gnu. he was just another d00d in those times.

mircea_popescu i don't think there is any such thing [as just a dood]. i also do not think one can become a socialist. they're all born this way. it's braindamage, basically.

asciilifeform i don't buy this 'was always a trotskyistxi, from baby' thing. not everyone is born in his particular mental dead end.

mircea_popescu all kids appear healthy, but the brains of a precious few are defective, and as aging exposes them to the challenge of correct diversification, it turns out they ~were all along~ schizophrenic. i currently find the notion persuasive. jane and jennifer are both interchangeable as 3 yos, but as they progress to age 23 it becomes apparent jeniffer just never had the tits in her and so... she's... you know, "modest". and has "morals". and all the rest of the bullshit. because if i make them strip, jane's DD look better than jen's A-.

asciilifeform mircea_popescu never met a 'modest'+tits ?

mircea_popescu asciilifeform shellshocked, yes.xii (ie, little jane stuck too early with too much male attention she doesn't know how to handle (in no small part because her mom's a retarded jen and had not the sense to have sisters etc) will grow defensive. but it's to my eyes rather a different strand. quite evidently so : she's immodest in private.) anyway, to take the thing back to rms and friends : socialism is not a political choice, it's a psychological defense. it expresses itself in fundamentally defective individuals. 'tis what it is.

asciilifeform is this observation or postulation ?

mircea_popescu it's my current mental model. now, obviously other than the people who ~are made of~ shit, you can also have people covered in shit. these, however, can wash. even if they're not necessarily distinguishable on superficial examination -- put the firehose on them and you'll presently find out. which'd be ~why~ specific republican artefacts (above approximated as firehose) result in the "educational split"xiii so to speak.

asciilifeform could just as easily say 'left-handedness expresses itself in fundamentally defective individuals'

mircea_popescu could, yes. but more appropriately i think you could say "cowardice expresses itself in fundamentally defective individuals, as well as in those who spend too much time in cowards' company".

asciilifeform distinguish, for my education, 'socialism', from how the spartans lived. (they -- also -- 'cowardice' ? )

mircea_popescu socialism is the proposal that the problems of individuals will be addressed by the group. the spartans made no allowance for the problems of individuals. they were interested in resolving the problems of the group, mostly in the shape of not getting wiped by the parthians. but anyway, thinking about it, it'd seem to me the only possible explanation of http://btcbase.org/log/2017-04-09#1641002xiv is that the golden dozen lacked ~any conception whatsoever~ of the enmity of mit. like dodo birds, went happily to the necessary eventual slaughter because failed to perceive usg must be destroyed not ignored. in a field arbitrarily (and perhaps not exactly accidentally) limited in this mannerxv, they cultivated their own aesthetic notions of "competition" among themselves, instead of setting boston on fire.

asciilifeform you could redefine this, if you wanted , as 'problem of individual'

mircea_popescu yes, but you couldn't find petition introduced by hoplite because "life's too hard and i want an ipad". how the fuck they managed to think mit is anything but ~the only thing they must destroy~ is beyond me however. seriously, how the fuck does that work.

asciilifeform pretty sure that, e.g., d. moon, saw 'finally we take this tech private, make an honest corp' as breaking off from mit and whatever socialisms dwelled there

mircea_popescu possibly. why didn't it sell with the rest ?xvi bitcoin-assets split sold with the rest. why didn't moon's corp ?

asciilifeform i'm speaking of symbolics co

mircea_popescu yes. why didn't everyone follow ? moon was eminently followable.

asciilifeform why there was >1 power in 16th c italy. why not everyone simply in florence, lol. knight (inventor of the machine, and designer/hand-builder of almost all of the early iron) was also 'followable', he ended up at lmi.

mircea_popescu so why the split ? why didn't moon follow knight, then. wtf is going on. [I have] serious trouble digesting this chunk of history.

asciilifeform symbolics co. was actually illustration of mircea_popescu's essay re the hanna barbara cartoon thing, what was the d00d's name. the one who said 'i could sell equally this, or canned fish'.xvii

mircea_popescu !~google fred quimby

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asciilifeform him!!

mircea_popescu so your proposition is that engineers are cursed by the gods in that they can't follow each other, gotta follow a different kinda guy and if they don't get lucky to find one will just symbolics all over the place ? why the fuck, what, brains dun work ?

asciilifeform not that noftsker, afaik, was a quimby. but lmi's greenblatt, it seems, was an 'anti-quimby'.

mircea_popescu amusingly, apparently everyone there knew this, too. "he's no captain, he's just a dude with a small penis who figures the world owns him reparations for it, so captaining will work by itself"

asciilifeform the reality, even if mircea_popescu doesn't subscribe to it, is that there may very well be more than two types of people alive, and not simply ubermenschen (exact clones of mircea_popescu , presumably ) and untermenschen ('socialists' or anyone who substantially differs psychologically from mircea_popescu ). may not even be (horror!) coded by penii

mircea_popescu but anyway, leaving this hot coal for a momentxviii -- why the everloving fuck did it take them so long to lose virginity! yes, EVENTUALLY moon "finally we take this tech private". but how fucking unobvious can it be that mit is exactly the equivalent of hymen, there to insulate girl from control of her own cunt ? ~any 16 yo figures out her chief order of business is trashing the damned thing, why's it take moon 50 years ?

asciilifeform the lispm was a quite audacious and expensive project, and very difficult to justify commercially without at least a set of functioning machines and well-developed software.

mircea_popescu why do you have to "justify it commercially".

asciilifeform to get investment ?

mircea_popescu what next, i can't justify my saturday night guest list ~matrimonially~ ?

asciilifeform from where was the money to come ?

mircea_popescu i dun know why you think this is how things work, but allow me to reference a relevant bit of history : http://trilema.com/2012/hai-c-am-mai-gasit-una/ ; is it transparent or should i translate ?

asciilifeform either translate, or summarize ?

mircea_popescu golden age of bitcoin forum invesments, dude did horribly poorly ~on investor's money~. how did the investment come considering there wasn't anything there besides "we'll try to win on execution without a clue or a GED, against people with money and significant entrenchment" ? fuck, HOW is airbnb supposed to be worth 50 bux ? it consists of... nothing. groupon, its exact clone 5 years ago, meanwhile imploded. where did the billions come to make ~that~ particular iteration of nothing whatsoever into "biggest ipo ever!11" investment is entirely divorced from this "justifying commercially" business.

asciilifeform you are comparing bezzletrons, that run on pixie dust, to hw makers, who ran on 100% turkey dollar ? pixie dust dun buy megatonne of ic. not today, not then.

mircea_popescu this is not exactly correct, which is why i linked the article i linked. no bezzle went into that nonsense. still, it collected thousands of btc.xix [Besides,] i thought symbolics was mostly hand made originally.

asciilifeform and mmm collected billion $ .

mircea_popescu asciilifeform see ? where did THE INVESTMENT!111 come from!

asciilifeform from bamboozling large crowd of derps with slightly more money than sense each ? yes, some folx are friends with chumpatronicist, or bank robber (stalin et al), who will give them a little dough out of whatever private reason of his own.

mircea_popescu market is not weighing machine to start with. it gets there, but it starts as something else. derping about "justifying commercially" is the EXACT equivalent of not talking to girl for nerd reasons.xx

asciilifeform funnily enough lmi, after bankruptcy, was bought by one such. he took its remains to canada, and bamboozled their government for years, pretending to make 'french translator machine'.

mircea_popescu which reiterates the question : ~any 16 yo figures out her chief order of business is trashing the damend thing, why's it take moon 50 years ?

asciilifeform it ended with jail for the 'genius', and junkyard for the iron. all of it.

phf mircea_popescu i think people in question weren't even thinking in terms asciilifeform is using. they are all deep academia, without external guiding force they end up recreating windows interface 10 years too late.xxi

mircea_popescu phf i saw this too, but what's irking me is WHY. let me retell the history of early computing. 1. a dozen mentally retarded girls were afraid of their own cuntsxxii ; 2. so much so as to need to be 50 before they'd finally deflowerxxiii ; 3. except they did it in such a manner as to replace the insulatory function of thatxxiv with various other ersatz-hymens created out of material collected in the environmentxxv ; 4 but because they were mentally retarded no possiblity of meaningful communication was open to themxxvi and so 5. therefore they all ended up with random substitute hymens and that's the last time anyone heard of any of them.

asciilifeform phf i was offering to mircea_popescu that not everyone is born to walk around robbing banks to fund hardware manufacture, or 'burning boston' to extirpate 'socialism', some folks were born to theorems. but mircea_popescu won't have it -- either banks, and burning, or untermenschen, apparently.

mircea_popescu im not sure that's even discussed, here. what theorems are involved in handmaking symbolics gear ?

asciilifeform pretty sure that by the time there was a symbolics -- the handmaking was outsourced.

mircea_popescu [What theorems are involved in making] pre-symbolics gear. [?] anyway, in the above retelling, the 4->5 transition is the coup the grace. they couldn't "follow" each other ~because~, in this view, they were bereft of sufficient bandwith to in any sense communicate.xxvii so they couldn't, like, end up with all the same one substitute cuntcap.

asciilifeform then, quite unlike now, new type of comp had to be made by hand from ttl chips -- few gates each; and connected with semi-reliable wrap wiring. it was quite impossible to offload this to 'brute labour', you had to intimately understand how the thing works in order to debug in any way.

phf pre-symbolics the "theorems" were "how do i computer" in general. those guys weren't playing around with custom fpga in their garage that they failed to sell. they were basically figuring out how to build a von neumann machine that can do things, which they did

mircea_popescu this part is fine. now, why did they fail to a) band together and b) control, deliberately, the product. they did a very strict anti-a and anti-b. why! the only reason mit even exists in this picture is because the dozen was "omfg, we DID figure it out, now quick, find someone TO PROTECT US FROM OUR HAVING FIGURED IT OUT!!1" holy shit who thinks like this and why do they.

asciilifeform my understanding was that greenblatt and noftsker had serious disagreement re how to actually do business. (noftsker favoured external capital, and founded the -- temporarily -- successful symbolics co; greenblatt -- the very soon dead lmi, and believed in 'lift by bootstraps', no external capital.) ti corp was not even part of this game, they did not hire -- afaik -- any of the original designers.

phf jealous wizards, i thought that was an archetype.

mircea_popescu for crying out loud. and the rest just happened to fall into s or lmi randomly as the wind blew ?

asciilifeform not knowing any of them in person, i cannot say why some went with one, and others -- other, and third -- with no one, and into the void. presumably agreed with n, or g, or neither. [but] 'i do not know' != 'randomly'.

mircea_popescu this equality doesn't hold. it's not a matter of "we don't know". we know what the environment constraints are, and we do not care what their internal processing is. if they fail to act rationally they did it randomly. but anyway, leaving this hot coal for a while also, consider THE FUCKING INDIGNITY. you're telling me the dozen was split up by a convenient application of... a socialist marotexxviii ? same thing sunk lisp as the international ?!xxix this fills no one with indignation but me ? it's on the level of "great monk died - syphilis". come da fuck on. have better problems!

asciilifeform if 'act rationally' somehow means 'pick a fuhrer! use haruspex if you gotta!' then none of them 'acted rationally', no.

mircea_popescu in the circumstance ? this isn't a given iyo ? the time for "debates" is when you're installed in power and are preparing to withdraw the power from the plebs. you create a trappings-of-power artefact through the magical working of dialectics, heap it upon them in exchange for the actual thing and move on. that's when you do "disputes". when you're the only twelve guys on monkey island you don't fucking disagree. because there's nothing to disagree ~about~. because there can't be. because monkeys. i dunno, seems like i'm repeating myself.

asciilifeform there is such a thing as an actual dispute.

mircea_popescu give me an example.

asciilifeform let's say for sake of argument that greenblatt was 'the true king.' he had no mechanism for somehow forcing the others to come along. so off he went, with subset of the possible participants. the rest -- with someone else.

mircea_popescu except for them being not fucking stupid. the mechanism is -- them not being fucking stupid.

asciilifeform even 40+ yrs later, and to quasi-serious student of the subject, imho it is not clear who -- if anyone -- was 'true king'.

mircea_popescu why is this important ?

asciilifeform what, exactly, were -- in mircea_popescu's view -- these people 'fucking stupid' for having not done ?

phf asciilifeform true king is a later invention, actual process is "choose king amongst yourself", and failure to do so is stupidityxxx

mircea_popescu asciilifeform indulge me for a moment here. so, would you agree that a specific and specified problem (make a computer!) was actually resolved by a number of people ?

asciilifeform i don't actually see it as resolved, even today. attempted - yes. resolved - no.

mircea_popescu so you don't particularily want symbolix metal, it's just some random thing.

asciilifeform not random, no.

mircea_popescu then gimme something.

asciilifeform picture if we had no jet turbine.

mircea_popescu so then why do you deny ?

asciilifeform say it was tried in ww2, and then not again. bolix box would then be me262. fairly primitive, early attempt, but -- not continued.

mircea_popescu you'll have to pick a door (for the needs of this conversation only)

asciilifeform me262 had quite serious problems, from practical pov. the analogy is not a whim of asciilifeform's, it is quite exact -- what bolix et al did, was a 'stretch' of the tech of the time, quite near its breaking point the trouble is that this is how tech actually advances. early steamboats were expensive deathtraps (boiler explosions were still a quite familiar thing in mark twain's time, even)

mircea_popescu look, there's no crevice here to slither into. either you grant "they did" or else you admit they didn't do anything. pick one.

asciilifeform this dichotomy is a hallucination of mircea_popescu's , and i ain't buying.

mircea_popescu aite, then i guess it can't be explained what the people invovled were stupid for having not done.

asciilifeform they took a serious technological risk - and lost, like dirigible; rather than won, like steamboat.

mircea_popescu you will note however that ~all communication~ rests on hallucination in the sense here contemplated. and we're right back to 4->5.

phf there's only one computer asciilifeform acknowledges as "resolved", and that's the computer built by asciilifeform. i suspect similar dynamic was at the root of smbx/lmi.

asciilifeform a bolix-style machine that -- hypothetically - could have cost-competed with the 'i can't believe it's not butter' state of the art, would imho count as 'resolve'.

mircea_popescu phf im starting to understand the problem though. here it is : engineer will not consider inconvenient problems. NO MATTER WHAT. that is why he's an engineer : because paradigm made him a personal promise.xxxi it's a sort of elective jewry.xxxii

asciilifeform it is quite impossible to 'unconsider inconvenient problem' in a thread about bolix, which is in a way a parable re engineers going to the bottom of the sea

mircea_popescu you just did.

asciilifeform my contention is simply that they failed to ~resolve~ their problem , in the sense of achieving item#2 from my http://www.loper-os.org/?p=305 essay. because -- cost.

mircea_popescu but that is not the sense contemplated in context.

asciilifeform let's have expansion re the sense contempated by mircea_popescu then. possibly i'm thick.

mircea_popescu i'm not capable nor interested in specifying. fact remains - a dozen dudes either did something or didn't do something. if they did something we can discuss the history of the thing they did and what it says about them ; otherwise, we can not. and no, it's not an ~exact~ dozen, either.

asciilifeform they built something quite like a proper comp. but were unable to build it economically, or live long enough on 'credit card' to live to see the cheap-enough transistor. (they eventually resorted to 'credit card' and ended up simply making a titanic black hole for entire ~industry~ to fall into, when it finally imploded)

mircea_popescu alright, so then let's continue from there. at the time they did this, the world split. there were the people who built the "something quite like a proper comp", on one side. there were the people who did not so build, on the other side. you see this ?

asciilifeform aha...

mircea_popescu crossed this line -> stupid.

asciilifeform what means to cross this line ?

mircea_popescu Crossing this line means transforming a world which is ontologically constituted as "12 men on a monkey island" into an absurd counter-reality where we're invited to lay bets on either team A (two men and monkeys) or team B (three men and monkeys). It is not permissible, under any circumstances, howsoever manipulated, misrepresented, misstated, what have you, for any man to ever participate in any team that contains even a single monkey for as long as there's a different team with any men in it. The expression is "blood is thicker than water", and what it means is that you will not ever fucking cross the line to go be with the monkeys no matter what the fuck happens and what mommy says about how greatly the monkey fucked her.xxxiii

asciilifeform the monkeys, as discussed in old thread, could easily win, if there is not enough for men to eat on the island. which imho is what happened. environment could not sustain the man.xxxiv

mircea_popescu who starved ? other than rms.

asciilifeform nobody starved, but the lispm was abandoned, the way moon rocket was, as a 'neato but sorry, -ev' item. because yes the monkeys could win if not enough to eat, BUT you know this because there's 12 starved men. and when the necessary transistors were finally ~free, they went to tlb cache instead so that winblowz could run 5% faster.

mircea_popescu heh. notrly how this works. but yes i'm aware not being stupid results in a dreary lack of monkey island special olympics participation trophies.

asciilifeform who exactly, in mircea_popescu's model, are the monkeys ?

mircea_popescu everyone else.

asciilifeform ok...

mircea_popescu perelman says so!xxxv

trinque dunno what's hard about the notion that look, you do not get computers until you have both the leadership category and engineering category maxed on your character, and that the folks that "tried" in the first round lost because of deficiency of character

asciilifeform trinque one possibility was 'too many chiefs, not enough indians' (tm). which is sorta opposite, as i understand, to your hypothesis.

mircea_popescu i didn't perceive this cheifdom in the chief characters. mebbe my antennae too blunt, but who ? how ?

asciilifeform self-perceived, this chiefdom. greenblatt thought he could lead. etc

mircea_popescu but he was more or less irrelevant. moon, knight etc. anyway, imo the principal point of the discussion is that knowledge, any knowledge, enacts a partition upon the world. this is the only difference - chucka and man are distinguished not by skin color, not by anything else but the overpowering fact that chuka doesn't know what to do with the rtg ; or with pushkin ; or with etcetera. disconsidering this fundamental in any manner opens the chasm of hell, in all its presentation from evil to insanity.

asciilifeform so far i follow the logic..

mircea_popescu asciilifeform there's really no more to it.

There it is, and there it goes. What can you do ?

———This is factually correct, and barely begins to do justice to the personal history of he disaffectionately dubbed "the human mushroom". As far as my own read of the early history of killer micros stands, Stallman was exactly politruk : an overambitious underachiever who attempted ye olde "crack it two with the hammer to separate the things into something they can stuff in own pockets, and then mount them on their oxcart" wrt emacs, and whose apparent "success" in this colored the entire rest of his career. Ever wondered why "scientists" of the socialist state flavour, much like "politicians" of the same, and much like everything else in that soup specialize ? Ever wonder why the jewelry thief ended up a jewelry thief as opposed to a highway robber or grifter or whatever else "specialization" ? Because yes, it's exactly "the first line in which he had any success at all". [↩]You are aware of the early history of flight, right, back when it was a "the people themselves" affair ? [↩]It is not an idle question. Consider : I do not bother with random girly's self-notions, let alone her world-notions. Why would you ? Why would anyone ?

Oh, oops, did I link http://trilema.com/2017/how-to-deal-with-little-girls/ ? I meant to link http://trilema.com/2014/how-to-deal-with-pseudoscience/ but the way I do it is that I type the first few words in and let trilema's url autocomplete do the rest for me, so it steered me wrong.

Well... "wrong".

THEY'RE THE SAME FUCKING THING. [↩]No, 1500 or so hours a year do not make "a year", and especially not the sorts of hours they do. [↩]Item lived 1963 to 2003 as "Project MAC". If we agree he didn't mean "CSAIL" by it, MAC was launched on a $2mn grant of DARPA's, and led by Robert Fano (And it was called a "project" to get that sweet sweet unpaid slave work, yes, were it called a "laboratory" it'd have worked differently ; and yes the whole "thousand eyes" expectations about the internet and human collaboration were based on linear extension of the experience of that early cvasi-internet but rather-republic, and so on).

If you don't count a coupla PDP-6s and a PDP-10 in the costs, and if you gleefully ignore HOW government grants are used (check out Samuel Clemens sometime, he explains it for you) you may come to different conclusions ; but otherwise that grant did in fact pay for just about 18 months' worth of work. These are the facts. [↩]The substance of this disagreement may not even have been evident to him at the time, but the broad point I am (unstatedly) making is that if he'll countenance linear extrapolations from those early, narrowly confined situations, I'm going to return the favour by doing linear extrapolations from today into the narrowly confined situation. Because might as well, neh ?

In point of fact, the mythical "brightest undergrads burn their lives for 0 pay to build interesting hw" exist the same place "the internet unleashed a new era of intellectual productivity by reducing the barriers to collaboration" bla bla exists : Malleus, and there only. [↩]I entirely agree with this view. Both clim and cl principally stand as misdirected attempts to construct a foundation of meaning outside of absent authority,... at which juncture, permit me to recount an anecdote. I said once that "I've no further patience for this crap (we were watching a film, maybe), the endless disputes of two subbies arguing to establish who should top for the evening". One particular slavegirl took the expression to heart, and launched a vast personal research project of reviewing different sources (mostly, online communities, like say reddit's relationship advice open mic column) under this light. She shares tidbits occasionally, but universally it is the same thing over and over again : "jesus christ, that is exactly their problem", repeated ad nauseam & infinitum qs in varying "flavourings".

Because it's a thing, what! [↩]Very much RMS's disagreements with other "insiders" can universally be interpreted as well as unerringly predicted on a strict structure of "they're not sufficiently Trotskyst". [↩]Arabic fantasies. [↩]For as long as it stays -- and dies! -- small, that is. [↩]See, I didn't use the word, albeit it very much is the correct word, as illustrated by the footnotes ; that he followed my trees and selected the correct categories is a standing ovation to both his culture and his intelligence ; but memory being the fragmentary device that it is, I fear this feat may have been eaten by moths over time ; so we get this article instead. [↩]Recall the story of that wedding ? Or that other one about the chick that I had to have a doctor scare out of anorexia which I seem to have momentarily misplaced. I expect there's more, really, because overwhelming attention is a problem, especially for young women. [↩]Ie, some thrive, some don't. [↩]"mircea_popescu NOW -- the question is why did this fucktarded dozen decide the best thing to do is make 3-6-howevermany "Competing" entitites." [↩]Something more recently referred to as the problems of "man alone" [↩]The meaning of "selling" here is persuasion. [↩]The article he has in mind is Fred Quimby and ancient evils. [↩]I do protest that's not an apt summary, and he never addresses it, so we'll let it slide as rhetorical flourish. [↩]Which is not printed, but mined, at significant cost. [↩]This is a much more important point than meets the eye.

Understand well what it says : the same people, the same people that don't talk to girls because they've not yet decided if they're going to use one or two light bulbs in the eventual guest bathroom in the eventual house they'll inhabit with her and her eventual spawn also don't talk to "investors" because they've not yet decided something entirely similar. [↩]This is again strictly accurate ; and if you are aware of how eg OpenGL managed to a) thoroughly thrash Directx and then b) utterly and for no reason give away their crown, as well as the knife on the enemy's throat you might start noticing the cucksimilarities. [↩]The cunt is the creative portion of the female body ; males don't have cunts, but some of them do have heads, which similarily to cunts create new items. It would be naive to expect the difficulty of relation between the female and her own cunt is magically avoided by the male and his own head just because his headlips are horizontal whereas cuntlips are vertical. [↩]Were you ever curious what these folk did in their 20s ? [↩]The hymen [↩]Such as a nonsensical notion of them needing MIT for any purpose ; and there being "need to justify" and so on, goange. [↩]So they couldn't get together. Period and full stop, exactly like stupid women try avoiding the best part of a relationship with a male : the other cunts abundant about. [↩]A problem shared with socialism, because no, there's no distinguishing one ideal system from another. Because this is how classification works -- things that run into the same problems are the same things, clamor ye all day about how "there's more than two kinds" : not as long as they end up in the same ditch they aren't! [↩]In the direct, a puppet made to scare children ; in the figurative a boogaboo, the sort of notion that manipulates idiots. [↩]Consider how ye olde "how much need the devil pay you for you to love him" question : how much does the dodgering, tittering dependopotamus at home have to pay you for you to not go out and hunt with your friends ? How much cake must your own fear bake to deter you from taking your rightful place among your peers ? How much of a cunt need you be to act like one ?! [↩]Most timely intervention, in that it's always pleasant to notice others grasp the point involved. [↩]Consider "he's a kind of a classical-russian-product and otherwise very seriously 'I have chosen my field specifically so I never encounter practical problems'", said in a different language by someone not in this conversation about someone not in this conversation. It's a problem, what!

Incidentally, do you know what splitting is, as the psychiatry term of art ? And what the problems with it are ? And how they naturally extend to all extensions, howsoever cleverly formulated ? Good! [↩]God made them some promises also, allegedly. [↩]This line was completely reconstructed for this second edition. The original read

well, on top of a world ontologically constituted as "12 men on monkey island" attempting to construct alternate world hallucinatorily constituted as "men and money teams compete for island special olympics".

"who do you think will win, mr 13, the team with two guys and monkeys or the team with three guys and monkeys ?"

mircea_popescu "i think the whole charade is a sickening display, personally."

which is rather salad-y. [↩]The point of who "wins" is entirely fucking uninteresting in context -- it's infinitely better to die with people than to feast on bananas, which is how Goebbels' kids died. (Not Joseph's -- Magda's!) [↩]The dood literally said -- take your monkey trophies and give them to some monkey, I'm not one of you nor will become. [↩]

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Monday, 14 May, Year 10 d.Tr.

The stupidity ratchet

It's really not difficult to explain how it works.

First, they pick some objective datum dividing a population in two subsets. It really doesn't matter what, blonde-vs-brunette, being female as opposed to male, being born a slave, it makes no difference specifically. As long as it is factual and it discriminates among people -- it's good enough.i

Then, they declare one of the lobes "bad" and another of the lobes "good". It really doesn't matter if the divisor produces two or more groups (though they generally tend to pick the largest as "bad" and the smallest as "good" for purely ideological reasons), all that matters is to breach the is-ought gap -- perhaps the easiest task a crook ever facedii, as there's nothing in nature either stronger or more eagerly ignored by feelings-driven "people".

Finally, they propose that "nobody should have to be The Bad"iii. The application of any practical measures towards this hallucinatory optionality isn't even necessary, although they usually sink at least some cursory effort into pretending to such.

But stop and think for a minute about what it is that the stupidity ratchet actually does : the cost of resolving the practical implications of imaginary meanings has been foisted upon you! What have you done, goes the immediate question, so as to not-the-bad ? Have you bought the hairspray they're selling ? Did you go to church ? Have you given at the office ? Has anything you've done today made you poorer and the stupidity ratcheteers richer ???

It's not too late to opt out, you know.

———How hard is it to believe that dark hair is bad hair ? Evidently not nearly as hard as anything else -- literally anything else. We know this by that sure sign that advertising is built around this rather than something else. If something else were easier -- again, anything else whatsoever -- advertising'd have been built around that. Now you see the relation to Skinner's box ?

PS. Since we're doing Romanian antiqua, here's a lulz. 2011 - 2018, bridges over decades, nothing's changed because nothing could because why would it ?! (I'm mostly leaving this here in case the most recent such slavegirl candidate actually writes an article about all the lulzy males aiming to "help her" in the past week or so. This way she'll have what to link against, keks.) [↩]Inept crooks try to convince you of objective nonsense -- that they bent a spoon, for instance. This is impossible, because the natural verification of such claims consists of examining objective reality, so the "effect" is ultimately doomed -- sooner or later it comes out that no bending occurred in fact.

Politicians merely attempt to convince you of subjective nonsense -- that spoons are "bad", for instance. The natural verification for such claims is intricate and complex, so most "people" evaluate it lazily : they go by what they perceive "most other people" to be doing. It's evidently trivial to herd a bunch of these lazy pigglets together, and thereby create imaginary alt-realities that nevertheless "hold true" within the ample confines of their pigsty. [↩]They spent a little over a century trying to propose "anyone should be able to be The Good", but that didn't work nearly as well (not that it's gone out of social practice entirely for that reason -- it's just no longer the fashionable approach to ratchet stupidity for the moment ; a later resurgence's still entirely in the books). [↩]

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Sunday, 09 December, Year 10 d.Tr.

The sovereign power of The Republic

Consider an event like

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Monday, 20 August, Year 10 d.Tr.

The snows of ten years ago (almost)

Since a pic from ye olde A nins ? article is all the rage on Fetlife these days, let's you and me jointly delve and together spelunk through ye olde libraries of digital slaveries and such, for the benefit of some vintage snows d'antan.

Can you believe I've not seen snow just about since then ? Can I believe it's been more than five minutes since I took these two bitches out of town, on this little patch of woodland where fellows walk their dogs, for a little species-appropriate fun&exposure ? No, we can't believe ; and moreover why should we.

Und so weiter.

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Tuesday, 27 March, Year 10 d.Tr.