recommending: made in DNA
The net is vast and infinite and it just gave a me a five-seconds window to the realm of Niigata-based bizarro-writer Made in DNA. Hello there, friendly bastard, I like your twitterfiction and you just gave me another powerboost to research deeper into burst culture. But more about that later, really.
Made in DNA is apparently a telephone stall with a backup speaker (look at his myspace, not lying here) but he's got quite a hefty collection of outlets - JunkDNA fiction, for starters (that's a tumblr with lots of fragmented literature, Headshots with Free Headshots for a LIMITED Time is quite a beast) and he's also publishing to Burst Fiction - which is about brief blirps, really, short stories of 1000 characters or less (if you know the Hungarian writer István Örkény and his concept of one-minute prose, you're getting there - but this is just for cultural blasé, really. SMS-prose drives the point home as well).
No, we have more, because the telephone of Truth is on a diet of pills the size of baby heads and his cum is sizzling with mescaline drops that kickstart the pain when they meat the urethra. Really, I've seen it on the internet, we have separate webcams just for these kinds of things. You also have a Twitterfeed of his fiction Bukkake Brawl at junkdnafiction, which is a very raw piece of work in terms of literary mechanisms and even rawer in terms of approximating it to how we process TV material - and also very, very similar to processing manga. Read this to know how much you can cramp into one image. Make your own. Grow your wings. (And you can read it at his myspace blog, too.) And finally some non-fiction by him about his life in Japan, the blog Moped Ronin. (And order his Media Whores ebook for a $.)
russian roulette with research chemicals / never wanted to dance
I planned this post meticulously and for a perversely long time, making it as elaborate in the process as it could get and by the time I got to write it, I realized I have already said what I wanted to say and even that very brilliant moment on the event horizon was years ago. And really, it's been a shady long time since anyone tried to kill me and now when we get to that point again, that's me who has the knife. Fucking riddance.
Have you ever realized that the secret of meditation is untold? The Shakyamuni was wise to inspire laymen to meditation and he was wiser still not to leave any trace of the meditation how-to. Meditation was his untraceable divine icebreaker and he hacked the brains of thousands of millions of people, spreading culture memes based on folly and powerlust and ninety kilogramms of beef with the painfully real facial adaptation of Dalí? I surely had a bad time, being a kid and all.
Whoever reads this post - I have a message for you.
My keyboard is missing the MAXX GO button and I have last seen it while flying over the Atlantic (I have a very expensive sports car but no ignition key), I'm playing a one-man russian roulette with whatever came out of test tubes and in the past days it's been The Birthday Massacre's Shiver and their remix of Never Wanted to Dance for Mindless Self-Indulgence.
I also have a question. Bet you have one now.
cyberpunk manifesto: but the net is a house of anarchy
We are the ELECTRONIC MINDS, a group of free-minded rebels. Cyberpunks.
We live in Cyberspace, we are everywhere, we know no boundaries.
This is our manifest. The Cyberpunks' Manifest.
Just came across another manifesto, one written by Christian As. Kirtchev, originally dated to February 14, 1997, reposted a couple of days ago. You can find the original version here and although it really feels outdated at certain points, you'll so enjoy it when the flavour really kicks in. Get this wisdom.
10/ Every man will be dependent on the net. 11/ The whole information will be there, locked in the abysses of zeros and ones. 12/ Who controls the net, controls the information. 13/ We will live in a mixture of past and present. 14/ The bad come from the man, and the good comes from technology. 15/ The net will control the little man, and we will control the net. 16/ For is you do not control, you will be controlled. 17/ The Information is POWER!
Rioting is so much fun, being nine years old. (You get the quotation source page-perfect, I owe you a beer.)
william gibson, doctor of humane letters
William Gibson, the novelist who coined the term "cyberspace" and whose novels anticipated the Internet age while home computers were still rarities, received an honorary doctorate Saturday from the university in his hometown.
Describing his "significant contribution to American letters" and "pioneering role in the genre of science fiction," Coastal Carolina University named Gibson a Doctor of Humane Letters during its 2008 commencement ceremonies.
"I was born here in the middle of the previous century, and spent the last 30 years writing about imaginary versions of the current century," said Gibson, 60, in a short address. "Somehow I never expected to see Conway in the 21st century. I think it looks very good indeed, and I'm proud to be born here."
(via - and more on - myrtle beach online)
nippon connection 2008: day 1, time warp and thunderstorm
Frankfurt? Manapság Frankfurt egy unalmas, lapos város és már akkor se volt kalandorbarlang, amikor ott éltem le a gyerekkorom egy részét, meséli L., meggyőzően forgatja a szemét. Én is meggyőzően forgatom a szemem és levonom a következtetést, hogy kolléganőm valószínűleg életében nem gondolt arra a száziksz emeletes banképületeket látva, hogy onnan lehetne basejumpolni, de azért elkönyvelem magamban: öt napon keresztül a világ legunalmasabb városában fogunk dekkolni és onnan közvetítünk le MINDENT a világ legnagyobbnak mondott japán filmfesztiváljáról.
A kép a frankfurti főpályaudvar férfivécéjében készült, hazaindulásunk után hat órával. Ha nem érted, annál jobb. Mi sem értjük, miért nem sújtottuk lángoló, cafrangos faszkorbáccsal a Ryanair és a Terravision teljes menedzserkarát. Nem érted, hogy ez mit jelent, de felcsigázott a faszkorbács? Kattints kidugott nyelvvel tovább.
reallife / epileptic patients snowcrashed
First step towards demonstrating that snow crash exists - this time showing this off with unknowing epileptic patients on their favourite board. Not that hackers, to stick with the original example, would be more aware to methods like this, but this is really fuckeduply wrong.
The incident, possibly the first computer attack to inflict physical harm on the victims, began Saturday, March 22, when attackers used a script to post hundreds of messages embedded with flashing animated gifs.
The attackers turned to a more effective tactic on Sunday, injecting JavaScript into some posts that redirected users' browsers to a page with a more complex image designed to trigger seizures in both photosensitive and pattern-sensitive epileptics. (via wired)
john shirley's black glass samples @ flurb
2008 summer: another Mirrorshade icon hits the market. Black Glass - originally a co-op novel of William Gibson and John Shirley - is published via Elder Signs Press, finished up by Shirley himself. As Shirley states himself, this is both a Lost Cyberpunk Novel and "a pulp of new ideas".
The excerpts are published in FLURB, an endearingly oldschoolish fanzine of another author of the Mirrorshades fame, Rudy Rucker. (link)
The message scrolling on the ceiling read : They backon letting prispissin toletday Caning putre back out bodof mindle.
Terrence Grist reached past Lisha and hit the decrypter. Now the text message read:
They’re putting Candle’s mind back in his body. They’re letting him out of prison. Today.
Grist lay on his back, re-reading the message looping across the ceiling screen; Lisha kept on working, straddling him, keeping his dwindling maleness locked inside the intersection of her womanhood, gazing down at him with a practiced simulation of reverence. She was used to Grist reading and phoning during sex.
He read the message again and, wanting to keep his erection, he continued moving his hips, trying not to break rhythm...
Candle.
You want to keep it up, don’t think about Rick Candle.
He’d penciled this bedding into a busy schedule and he didn’t want to waste it. Lisha was expensive—everything about her. Even her face, which he’d paid for: Grist was in bed with himself.
seven sentences about silence
Remarkably fun and remarkably fuckedup the past few weeks had been. Insightful commentary on stuff I find is currently #1 on my wish-I-had list (well, almost). Just to keep this blog running, I keep on posting stuff without any comments or smartass remarks. Comment on this if you have something nice to say, also anything that can make me more smart and insightful. I have found the joyous side-effects of sleeping so cut the crap about that one, onegai. (The Frankfurt post is building up fast, I'm telling you. Not necessarily in English, though.)
leonard richardon's mallory
Vijay had been playing video games his whole life, but he’d never really become addicted to one until the first incarnation of Fuck Me. Adding an element of real-time strategy to the already-frenetic Gestalt Warrior combined construction, emergent behavior, and blob-themed violence in a way that both Vijay and the Selfish GAME found satisfying.
Game addiction burns hot and fast, unless the game itself keeps changing. Having spawned Fuck Me, the Selfish GAME shuffled its pedigree and came out with Super Fuck Me. This led to Ms. Fuck Me, which begat Fuck Me Heels, Fuck Me Millennium Edition, Let’s Have A Meaningful Relationship, and other profane heralds of blob megadeath culminating in Fuck Me Harder, which was too complex for anyone not skilled at earlier iterations. Fuck Me Harder put Vijay’s brain through strange transformations and he did not do well on the phone while playing it.
frankfurt, running on live wire
Photo by Sanliaka.
neal stephenson's anathem out in september
Since childhood, Raz has lived behind the walls of a 3,400-year-old monastery, a sanctuary for scientists, philosophers, and mathematicians—sealed off from the illiterate, irrational, unpredictable "saecular" world that is plagued by recurring cycles of booms and busts, world wars and climate change. Until the day that a higher power, driven by fear, decides that only these cloistered scholars have the abilities to avert an impending catastrophe. And, one by one, Raz and his cohorts are summoned forth without warning into the Unknown.
According to Lev Grossman, this is the brief summary for Neal Stephenson's new book Anathem - Wikipedia says it's out on the 9th of September, 2008 and it's going to be a space opera.
lo rez 天涯, 構いません
Hello, dolls and datapunks.
I am speaking to you all from the wombs of the Easter chamber with an erection the size of Fuji-san, an annoyingly detailed list of android sex services in Southern Hanoi (those including lube are marked with chili signs), my new iPhone that does not use batteries (it uses saliva or perspiration) and my coder has bought me a "sexy cat suit" as a very attentive addition to my already overcomplicated and troubled life.
As you might already have guessed, I am slightly aggravated and also at my wit's end.
Which is not too far away.
今全部が始まります. - This was 19th of June, 2007. I am also posting this now. This signifies that from now on I will never, ever trip while doing mind parkour, scaling desires, jumping across rooftops, never arrive unbalanced into stances. If you think you understand this, you don't. I also managed to booby-trap this sentence so by the time you have finished reading it, you are infected with at least two different strands of very, very. Heh heh.
I also need all of you to listen.
Because I also have my ears open.
And I'm very impatient.
The Onion: Are We Giving Robots Too Much Power?
Panelists discuss whether controversial decisions by the Robot Congress and President Executron indicate robots have too much control over our lives. (via boingboing)
gone to zurich, in quest of the geostationary luck charm
case only saw banks and global financial imperatives in switzerland through gibson's eyes. i'll blog and flickr you out what got through the filters. next post comes friday. (photo via)
the gene generation / dna hacker chronicles: cyberpunk comics on the rize, movie rlzd in 2k8
More info on one of the most hyped cyber/biopunk movies in the past few years. I spoke to Pearry Reginald Teo, director of THE GENE GENERATION and he confirmed that they're "working on distribution rights in different countries/regions and the comics will be out in March".
Which directly leads me to the point - there is a visual supplement to the movie itself, although I'd say that after having waited more than two years for the release, it's more of a teaser until the DVD release than something we could rightfully grab as a stand-alone comics. Still.
The DNA Hacker Chronicles are released by Bloodfire Studios and as far as the official press release goes, the comics will delve deep into the DNA hacking aspect and readers will have to solve puzzles and break codes while reading the story - which is a brilliant idea in itself. Expect three issues (Genesis, The Suffering, Blood Alliance) this month. Unfortunately the last trailer hit YouTube some ninth months ago and the latest thing on MySpace is Bai Ling arrested at the airport for some pretty theft (which is more like forgetfulness and misdemeanour, they say).
naga sabi bomb (because you have actually tazered your tongue out)
Megvan, hogy három X-szárnyúból álló raj biztosítja a brooklyni kockahasakra felinstanttetkózott biohazárdveszélyt?
Lassan havi rítussá válik nálunk (azaz Dawenél meg nálam), hogy tisztelettől könnyező szemekkel kattintgatjuk végig dannycasht meg a hozzá hasonló oldalakat (nagy a pofám, amióta beledörgöltem a 10/10-es erősségű szószt a szemembe és csak fél óráig nem láttam). Hétfőn jött a mostvagysoha, előtte nyilván a Scoville-skálát néztük, hogy nekifutásból melyikünk milyen messze jut el, perszehogyamélyvíz.
Ezzel itt balra valószínűleg hadifoglyokat kínoztak, tekintve hogy naga jolokia, red habanero és wasabi van benne. Az első két összetevő a világ két legerősebb, kapszaicint tartalmazó, chilipaprikának gúnyolt tömegoszlató fegyvere, a wasabit meg ugyan nem lehet mérni Scoville-ban, mert izotiocianátot tartalmaz kapszaicin helyett, ezért cserébe amit a szájüregben nem tud marni, azt az orrjáraton keresztül meg az agyban teszi meg. Aztán aznap majd újraéljük a teremtést. (dannycash.com)
アノニマス→サイエントロジーへの第二の声明
[before you ask, I am not affiliated to any degree with anonymous, nor am I with the church of scientology. the apparent conspiracy, the videos and how it affects media and the very presentation of protest entertains me.]
DBC030, the end of it all
gibby kivancsi tappancskanak miert ez a neve?
tappancska fiu neve ellenere
tappancska: es azert tappancska mert otthon alt. tappancskanak szolitjak
gibby mar nem is annyira kivancsi
gibby is fiu
doktor sleepless, issue five
"Imagine what all of us, living here in the future, can achieve. Be authentic to your dreams. Be authentic to your own ideas about yourself. Grind away at your own minds and bodies until you become your own invention. Be mad scientists.
Here at the end of the world, it's the only thing worth doing."
Thank you, Warren.
keeping it low
Megkapjátok majd a napi több updatet, mihelyst feloldottam a többszörösen összetett matthelyzeteket. Addig: megérkezett a japán nyelvű Neurománc és a mégmindighallgatható Miyavi, valamint sikerült egy darab tektitet (az a fekete basz) a külső űrből, via Kennedy Space Center. (Thx, Dawe!)
GLaDOS Guide to February 10th (anonymous protests against scientology)
wood's public domain goes public domain
Meglehetős újdonságnak tűnik nekem a Brian Wood által rajzolt aggro-pol-cyberpunk Channel Zero, pedig pont az ezredfordulón adták ki, a híranyagok szerint kultuszképregény, tananyagként használják a Parsons School of Designban, valamint pár díjat is bezsebelt a biztonság kedvéért. Wood most - nomen est omen - a szerzői jogok rászálltával letölthetővé tette a Public Domain c. artwork-albumot, ami a történethez kötődő vázlatokat, képeket, mini-képregényeket tartalmazza. Olvassatok utána, töltsétek, vegyétek meg. Alább rövid szinopszis. Háztetőről guggolva vizsgálódásért ötven jópont, szintlépés.
Special interest groups have bullied the government into passing the Clean Act, effectively killing freedom of speech and silencing the country into submission. TV and God become one and the same as America wages its own Holy War against its citizens. Meet Jennie 2.5, media slut turned info-terrorist, out to save the country from itself, and restore free will and self-expression. (via)
a message to scientology
Warren Ellis blogján találtam meg az Anonymous csoport szcientológiai egyháznak küldött üzenetét. Profin üzembehelyezett médiahack vagy egy pillanatra összeállnak a tévékből és hegyekből felépített, üvegszilánkhangú fiúk a világ minden pontjáról? (via)
Hello, Scientology. We are Anonymous.
Over the years, we have been watching you. Your campaigns of misinformation; suppression of dissent; your litigious nature, all of these things have caught our eye. With the leakage of your latest propaganda video into mainstream circulation, the extent of your malign influence over those who trust you, who call you leader, has been made clear to us. Anonymous has therefore decided that your organization should be destroyed. For the good of your followers, for the good of mankind--for the laughs--we shall expel you from the Internet and systematically dismantle the Church of Scientology in its present form. We acknowledge you as a serious opponent, and we are prepared for a long, long campaign. You will not prevail forever against the angry masses of the body politic. Your methods, hypocrisy, and the artlessness of your organization have sounded its death knell.
You cannot hide; we are everywhere.
We cannot die; we are forever. We're getting bigger every day--and solely by the force of our ideas, malicious and hostile as they often are. If you want another name for your opponent, then call us Legion, for we are many.
Yet for all that we are not as monstrous as you are; still our methods are a parallel to your own. Doubtless you will use the Anon's actions as an example of the persecution you have so long warned your followers would come; this is acceptable. In fact, it is encouraged. We are your SPs.
Gradually as we merge our pulse with that of your "Church", the suppression of your followers will become increasingly difficult to maintain. Believers will wake, and see that salvation has no price. They will know that the stress, the frustration that they feel is not something that may be blamed upon Anonymous. No--they will see that it stems from a source far closer to each. Yes, we are SPs. But the sum of suppression we could ever muster is eclipsed by that of the RTC.
Knowledge is free.
We are Anonymous.
We are Legion.
We do not forgive.
WE DO NOT FORGET.
Expect us.
"google it", #3
Sajnáljuk, mondják bent a Nukleáris Medicina főokosai, amivel ideküldték a beteget, azt nem találjuk a szervezetében. Téves a diagnózis. Az azt másfél éve felállító orvos vörös fejjel üvölt a folyosón. Szerinte biopsziára kéne mennem mégis. Csak a biztonság kedvéért. Szerintem szopjon rühös gecit, lóból nem. Köszönöm, hogy elmondhattam, ma folyamatosan röhögök. (az előzmény, a kezdet)