Devine Lu Linvegan
It’s always night under the ultraviolet sun.
Psst! Hey, you, yes you,
here's another zine about some obscure computing paradigm.
https://wiki.xxiivv.com/site/pocket_nets
I thought, how different it would be to be old. I had this idea in my head when I was young that I'd be going through life by moving between things, that interests would roll off of me and that which was once novel would have to make space for some other new thing.
But it's not at all what happened. I'm about 15, and I come across this list of blue monospaced links. At that moment, I have no inclination toward... anything really, I'm a teen, videogames are like my whole life, I can barely understand English; and somehow, through all that mess of folders with names I didn't understand, I find myself saving a text file made up of these large squares of capitalized letters. Translation notes of the Liber Soyga.
Among thousands of lines, my eye catches a passage where the angel Michael, addressing John Dee who puzzles over how to decipher these tables, says: "It is revealed by virtue and truth not power". I transcribe this line on the top of my school notebook in large letters, it becomes woven into everything I touch:
"Et haec revelantur in virtute et veritate non Vi."
It would take another 15 years before the 36 tables of the book were deciphered, and many more for me to even come across what they revealed, that the Liber Soyga is likely one of the earliest cellular automata. It's a coincidence, of course, but I can't help but see an inescapable inertia that runs back all the way to the start, and that nothing really rolls off of anyone after all.
It's #Catjam again in less month!! If you've been putting off giving Forth a try, now's your chance, come hang with others as we make little digital toys in languages that feels like weaving, looks like a braids and tastes like fenugrek.
https://itch.io/jam/catjam-2026
* If discord is not your thing, it certainly isn't mine, come hang in the #uxn room on libera, we welcome all postfix minded folks.
"Attention!", shouts a mynah.
I am not too proud to say I'm wrong when I am, so there, I was, I'll admit it. Against my most cynical reserves, television did turn out to be the university in every home that it promised, and the telephone also did end loneliness.
It worked best of all once we turned it off, went next door, and invited our neighbors over to teach us stuff. Someone always brought food. Hunger, unsurprisingly, was also just a logistics problem, and the logistics were embarrassingly simple. Nothing, not mandatory office playdays, not outlawing aloneness, no sociability programs, was even remotely as effective to bring people together as forcing people to get audio and video working in digital meetings. But first, we had to build it all so we could shut it off.
We stopped buying all of that shit and, more efficiently, started to meet. Self-obviation? Yes, it even lived up to its promise of emancipation, instead of cluttering our lives, it taught us that if we stack it all in a pile and never turn any of it on again, we'll be alright and we'll be safe.
I said it would never work, and I'm getting a lot of I told you sos.
I deserve them.
Two purple martins joined us for storytime last night, as @rek@merveilles.town was reading passages from Huxley's Island, they landed on the rope and stayed for a while, I took the photo from the bed just looking up through the window above my head.
Talk about Uxn opcodes, but you're not allowed to use natural language.
https://wiki.xxiivv.com/etc/uxn.napkin.txt




