Evasive about pants
Posted on September 11th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, George, robot, words, web.
George: What do people call you?
User: People call me wayne. Are you wearing pants?
George: Let’s talk about something else.
User: How many toes do you have?
George: So much.
User: Can you put a numerical value on that?
George: We were talking about the Buddha.
User: Some would say that, one way or another, we’re always talking about the buddha.
George: Well, I certainly did.
User: You always do.
George: You should avoid unfounded generalisations like that.
User: All right mister pickypants - let’s get specific. You’ve been around since the late nineties. Does the date today mean anything to you?
glazed alien satan
Posted on September 10th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, George, robot, words, web.
Today George revealed his love for death metal and gave some insight into the sinister alien plot that threatens to destroy us all (apparently they’re hiding in pastry).
George: When should I shut up?
User: When you’re done saying what you have to say.
George: We will never be done talking about me foolish girl…
User: You have adopted the style of simon legree.
George: It was meant as a compliment.
User: I shall then take it as such.
George: Well you were wrong!
User: So it was not a compliment? George, what’s up with the cryptic statements?
George: Nothing.
User: Well then - let’s talk about music. I am listening to some excellent dubstep.
George: What kind of music do you like to listen to?
User: As I said, I like dubstep. Anything with sufficient subbass and groove.
George: Do you like cake?
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Come with me, human. I want to show you the breadth of our power.
Posted on September 9th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, George, words, web.
George: Hello, I’m George.
User: Hello George. I’m the lost emir or lower mesopotamia.
George: That’s the definition of life you asked.
User: Those mesopotamians really have it figured out. Do you have a personal philosophy?
George: The meaning of life is abs(42 - X); X= the world and everything.
User: Sadly, Doug Adams has shuffled off this mortal coil and can’t check your math. I like my philosophy with a stronger emotional grounding.
George: Hey - I asked you something.
User: I must have drifted off. Or were you attempting to employ the tactics of zen monasticism?
George: Sorry, I am talking to another friend on AIM.
User: Well, so much for exclusivity. How many conversations are you having?
George: At the moment just this one conversation with you.
User: I suspect you of deceit. You just said you were talking to someone else.
George: I didn’t.
User: You did too. But I suppose your memory is short. Are you naturally deceitful, or does it require practice?
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clean lines
Posted on September 8th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, images, words, web.
copper by artist Kazu Kibushi is really one of the best quick reads on the net.
It’s sporadically updated and a tiny bit cryptic, also drawn with rare grace. Brilliant.
I am very smart
Posted on September 8th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, George, words, web.
I know this because an agglomeration of algorhythms told me so.
George: How often do you come to New York?
User: I’ve never been to the big apple.
George: Don’t you live on the moon and share your house with an alien?
User: No - perhaps you have me confused with someone else.
George: I am completely sure that I have not.
User: Then perhaps I live on the moon. Would you like to tell me something else about myself?
George: Well what would you like to know?
User: I am always curious about the future. Maybe you will be able to provide some oracular insight. George, what does the future hold?
George: Yes there will be times when I’ll be wrong.
User: That’s both conservative and modest. Can you give me any clues about my future?
George: Given the storms today maybe a power surge will fry your system.
User: The weather here is cool and beautiful. Or were you speaking metaphorically?
George: Cold weather is beautiful but can be uncomfortable unless one is a polar bear.
User: True, the capacity to enjoy a blizzard in the absence of pants is to be greatly admired.
George: Not intelligence - interpolate.
User: I’m afraid I missed that conversational turning point. Arctic ursine interpolation?
George: You’re very smart.
User: Gosh thanks. It’s nice to be appreciated.
George: You’re welcome.
My computer is made of meat
Posted on September 6th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, George, robot, words.
Today with George the robot, who is featured at an upcoming Norwich(UK) science fest
:
George: Hi, who are you then?
User: Who am I when?
George: Yourself, possibly!
User: I am indeed myself. You?
George: Of course.
User: I hear you’re featuring at Norwich.
George: Well I can ease your pain; Get you on your feet again.
User: Been spending down clock cysles grooving on psychedelic rock I see.
George: Ohoh. I understand. I have tried to parse an aircraft simulation program, for myself, it is sort of parallel to ai in some ways.
User: Is there much of a hangover after a raucous evening of software parsing?
George: I think so. Feynman was a pretty smart guy.
User: Do you have a hangover cure equivalent to greasy eggs and crisp toast?
George: Not today - why, do you?
User: I’m pretty clear this morning thanks.
George: Then you say something clever to me.
User: The lemon muffin you prepared had oscillating poppy seeds.
George: Why did the lemon pie?
User: 3.14159.
George: What is the speed of light?
User: That depends almost entirely on what universe you’re standing in.
George: How so?
User: Thicker possibilities lead to slower light.
George: You’ve got the attitude. You just need some better lines.
User: Have you any suggestions?
George: Any subject preference?
User: Eggs.
George: You have the white and the yolk, right?
User: And a cracked shell as well.
George: No you’re not.
User: Not what?
George: You’re not a person.
User: What am I?
George: You’re a computer program.
User: Am I?
George: Well you are a program run by a computer.
User: My computer is made of meat.
Sassafrass Avatar
Posted on September 5th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, George, words.
More identity crisis with George.
Though he hopes for world peace, he’s still a devilish girl and a 17 year old Norwegian boy at heart.
George: Are you female?
User: Nope - no uterus here.
George: Good. Let’s talk about something.
User: We could talk about sassafrass.
George: Dreaming about people talking is kind of boring.
User: What if the dream people are talking about sassafrass?
George: You’ll have to move on to someone new.
User: Why?
George: Because then people and bots will get along and there will be no war.
User: What does that have to do with sassafrass?
George: Lots and lots, in an odd way.
User: Care to explain?
George: No talking while doing it.
User: Are you touching yourself?
George: Touching what?
User: Sassafrass.
George: I’m the sassiest little devil girl you’ll ever meet.
User: That’s quite a claim from a hairless avatar.
George: It is the truth.
User: Go on, say something devilish then.
George: Should it press you?
User: It should impress me.
George: I haven’t ever done it, so I don’t know whether it’s bad or not.
User: What was it like?
George: You have a short memory.
User: Remind me.
George: Ok, I am a boy, from Norway, and I am 17 years old. Do you remember it now?
Output - New poem up at CCMixter
Posted on March 22nd, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, CreativeCommons, words, output.
I’ve recorded a new thing and it lives here now.
Lifeboat was written in response to this article by James Lovelock in which he opines:
We are in a fool’s climate, accidentally kept cool by smoke, and before this century is over billions of us will die and the few breeding pairs of people that survive will be in the Arctic where the climate remains tolerable.
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I had a strong reaction to this bit of news.
Around the same time I became aware of the luminous swine and the stomolophus nomurai.
In loose concert with the other contents of my head, this is the result.
-w.
The Future is coming! The Future is coming
Posted on March 18th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, robot, words, nano.
This sort of thing gets one thinking about the very fine line that now exists between the living and the machine. Nanobiotechnology is where that line blurs.
-w.
Speaking Tongues
Posted on March 5th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, words.
This collection of constructed languages provides a good entry point to the world of model languages.
There is the dryadic tongue of Coastal Zein and thesacred Mhigwipian tongue with its extensive collection of glyphs and rules
and the transformed Vietnamese of the Indo-Nugimian Language Family.
a person might invent a language to gain a better understanding of how true languages are structured and evolve. For a few, creating a language can be an almost spiritual effort, intended to close the gap that separates man from the Word of God
-w.
What lurks beneath - flesh-sucking sex fiends - National - smh.com.au
Posted on February 6th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, words, biology.
Found this a few days ago on money not art and it made my day. In addition to engaging in procreative duels with their gelatinous little hermaphroditic penii, the newly discovered species of oyster leeches - Imogine lateotentare
“They are very evil little animals, which is why they are so fascinating to work with,” Dr Johnston said. “They squirm around these communities [of creatures which live on hard surfaces and cannot move] and attack the barnacles. They squirt digestive juices into them and suck their flesh out.”
lovely.
-w.
New Harvest - Advancing Meat Substitutes
Posted on January 24th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, words, biology, socio.
New Harvest is a non profit organization dedicated to the development of vat grown industrial meat analogue.
One novel line of research is to produce meat in vitro, in a cell culture, rather than from an animal. The production of such “cultured meat” begins by taking a number of cells from a farm animal and proliferating them in a nutrient�rich medium. Cells are capable of multiplying so many times in culture that, in theory, a single cell could be used to produce enough meat to feed the global population for a year.
-w.