And So it Goes

It continues to unfold across the hive mind of the electronic universe, that strange sorcery unleashed when escape velocity was achieved and a new constellation willed into being. Don't worry denizens of planet earth: the Wickidity is well under control.

The magic of cybernetics is double and casts its spell like an enchanted two-way mirror. On one side, we find dominant uses of cybernetics as a commanding tool of power. Here, high-speed digital technologies wash over the imaginations of those they enchant, suggestively altering our senses and captivating our networked minds. But while capable of reshaping memory and even the contours of perception, digital sorcery of this sort is not cybernetics' sole or sealed destiny. On the other side of its magical mirror lies cybernetics' potential as a multifaceted pathway for life-sustaining connections, resonance, healing, requisite variation, and transformative change... This represents a form of code drift -- the suspension of clear and distinct boundaries between our modern selves and the world; and the replacement of such boundaries by ghostly streams of digitalized contact between beings in natural magical communication with each other. At issue here is the technological transmission of fascinating streams of affect and connection, vibrant streams of contact once banished to the subterranean haunts, deviant margins, and delirious poetic dreamscapes of modernity.

From Digital Magic, Cybernetic Sorcery: On the Politics of Fascination and Fear, by Stephen Pfol

Dreams

What dreams may come in this odd corner of Washington, we wonder as the days dim toward the waning of the year. Lulu has disappeared again, into hiding, no doubt as the witch continues her wicked quest to... well, we're not entirely sure what her ultimate goal might be. World domination seems likely. Determined we are as ever to defeat her wickidity and make the world safe again. Lulu will likely battle the witch yet again, but that remains to be seen.

Luna-- A Song for A Twisted Tuesday

One Thing Leads to Another

The heat lingers in Many Waters, even as the plague of butterflies makes the South Texas migration. Enough at times, the American Snout, to block out the sun. We're still experiencing mild disturbances in the ectosphere after a serious Libytheana carinenta outbreak several years back. Those butterflies simply cannot wait to get out of Texas. To the West, California, they flutter on wings that would seem too insubstantial for such a flight. Those that make it past the feasting grackles, anyhow. No doubt this is the reason for the strange occurrences in the fourth dimension of late. Things are rearranging, tides recurring in novel ways. The ghost of Narcissa Whitman visited just last night the veranda of the Black Mansion and was heard to remark on the strange new lights swirling in the nether-realms, setting off cascades of sparks and glimmers. It seems she even managed to find her head, which, for some time, she'd been doing without. Developing...

Declared It's Already Happened

Art blows it sky high. Everything. That's the new order.

Feel Lucky

All those lights let loose in the world. A glimmer and a stopped second...

Flow

The Flow from Bose Collins on Vimeo.

Everything is flowing nicely as we bask in the light of the full moons of Jupiter observing Coriolis cyclones and enjoying the warmth radiating from the core of the planet. Jupiter is a gaseous giant, so the surface is in constant motion and the core of the planet produces its own energy. Some have called Jupiter a "failed star" as it lacks the mass to start thermonuclear fusion, but we can appreciate its strange beauty for just what it is. This is the place for a perfect summer getaway. No throngs of tourists, here floating on the clouds of hydrogen and helium gas. The clouds of ammonia glisten and the music of space enchants. We'll be back soon enough to the Haunted heap. In the mean time, we're chilling in this strange world.