September 30, 2005

Mapping the Collective Literary Consciousness

The internet as a collective consciousness. An idea flung about so often its almost become dogma. But has anyone seen a way towards mapping this collective consciouness, of visually tracking the depth of this strange interconnected consciousness. Perhaps such an exercise is impossible, because a collective consciousness, just like any other consciousness, is infinetly multifaceted. However, it may be possible to map out one facet of this consciousness as a sample study, as a showpiece for interconnectedness...
Well, thats my take on gnod, anyway. Gnod is two things at once, an intuitive searchable database and a map. The searchable elements are a little limited: books, movies, music. Its supposed to work like a search engine for things you dont know about. Let me stick with explaining Gnod Books ( Gnooks!) for a start:
 
1. The intuitive database
Access the intuitive gnooks database and type in three of your favourite authors
Gnooks processes your query and throws back the names of some other authors that you may like, dislike or not know at all. Click accordingly.
The end process is a list of authors that are pretty much connected, on some level or the other, to the ones you just keyed in. In itself, no big deal, the database throws back authors who were liked by other people who keyed in authors similar to yours. Its a learning database, but then again, what isnt nowadays?
Now for the cool part.
 
2. The map
Access the literature map and key in the name of a random author (try to get it right, please). In about five seconds, the browser takes you to a page that explodes with words, names of authors, that scatter to the corners, or bunch around the center of the page, with your author's name at the epicenter. Slowly they settle into tentative positions, shifting ever so slightly now and then. This is the result of all your database entry creation: A collective map of all the authors who were liked by other users, placed in relation to the author you keyed in. Kurt Vonnegut, George Orwell, Ray Bradbury, and other satirical science fiction authors huddle together for warmth and comfort, surrounded by at least fifty other names, all placed in relation to Kurt Vonnegut (my search).
 
It need'nt be more than an exercise in coolness, or a place to find more authors like the ones youve loved, or to map the very idea of a genre as a spot within the landscape of literature... Its potential appears mind boggling, however, as it graphically displays the landscape of literary preferences. Check it out, see what you think. If your a bookie fan, this is some sort of psychedelic dream come true.
 
Or a totally new way of seeing and mapping the topography of literary preferences.

September 29, 2005

Ruminations on the end

We live in strange times. Our world grows steadily demystified, dissected, denuded of romance, de-romanticised, if you will. There are no points on the map that havent been scanned and scrubbed vigorously of mystery by satellite imagery. There are no races that hold strange esoteric talents or mysterious cultures living in isolation from any but their own way of life. There are no mysterious creatures of fantastic proportions left to discover. They've even uncovered the poor giant squid, caught like paris hilton on spycam. The mysterious kraken of old lies bared to all, its fearsome unimaginable proportions requiring no further imagination in the cold lens of an underwater camera. There is probably no spot left on earth which, if traced for human contact within the past fifty years, would come up negative. There are no more Macchu Picchus. I mean, of course there is a Macchu Picchu, but whats the point, where's the awe and splendour of the unknown, when you've got fat german tourists and korean shutterbugs crawling over that once inaccessible fort where men considered themselves either gods or dead.
Where is the dragon?
Where is el dorado and shangri-la?
Its not surprising that in these rational, scientifically verifiable times, fantasy sees a redux. These are the days where the only true creatures of awe inspiring fantasy lie within the head. the lion was once considered a semi-mythical creature by the Chinese. There's very little myth left in a creature left to feed, fart and fornicate in a cage.
 
I'm not pretending to make some sort of point here. Perhaps I have little or nothing of any real substance to say, and a whole bunch of you can get back at me on how new the world is... Write in and try to convince me.

Putrid Poetry for Puerile Pessimists

Life in vitro's very sad
Fun as such just cant be had
Enough to drive a foetus mad

Bobbing like a cork

Life on four legs isnt better
Branded chronic diaper wetter
To the nipple always fettered
Toothless mewling larva

Life on two just does'nt cut it
Think you're free and mobile but it
Doesnt make a difference huddled
On a desk in school


Adult life is not suggested
If you thought the foetus festered
Or that toddlers are sorely tested
You ain't seen nothing yet

Life when lost is simply boring
Quiet enough to hear worms snoring
Save for the sound of termites boring
Gently through your skull

The purpose of this putrid letter
Is to encourage those with better
Sense to never let their
Selves be born at all

January 29, 2005

All filing clerks, watch out

Sometimes you need support in that slow and painful march against common sense. Firm, dedicated fighters who know their way around a potato. Featured on your right, from now on, will be the print version personas of all the people who've dedicated some part of their lives to fighting sense and sensibility, and bloody burning all the rest of those Goddamn Jane Austen books as well, god i cant stand them.

October 18, 2004


The sandman's journey to hell....the legions await. pay heed to the call. Posted by Hello

Preludes and Nocturnes

People. I've waited weeks for this. On my incredibly slow internet connection I have downloaded all 75 graphic novels of neil gaiman's "sandman". I've waited so long for this. Today, it completed download. I've spent all day at work thinking about this.

And its amazing.

I've got a quart of bacardi here to help me through it. And i'm freakingout. The personification of dreams. The embodiment of death. The melding of mythos, pathos and sad, coffee stain reality.

Im going to hav very strange dreams tonight. But i dont mind.

For those of you who want in, download a torrent streamer off the net (im using sharezea) and go to zcult fm. I dont know if the stream still flows, but if it does, flow along. oh, and dont forget to share your bandwidth. We in the world of pirate media must help each other...

sweet dreams....

October 17, 2004

Obsession

Im obsessed... I cant help it. I cant get enough of wikipedia. It's quite insanely addictive. This has got to be one of the most genius concepts in the history of web design. Because of the incredibly diverse bunch of people who post new articles to this encyclopaedia, you can get information on everything... A sceptic friend of mine decided to try Marina Beach, then I tried Tollywood. The later on I tried transformers, those cool robot vehicle dudes from our television past.... Go on, try it.
That fried my head.
I never even liked the transformers that much, but i was obsessed, staring away with upwards of 30 links giving you the definitive info on transformers. Obssessed, that's what i was. Very obsessed.
Still am. Th worst thing is, every article you read links into other keywords. If you're a click-happy pscycho like me, that means you'll travel from The Simpsons to The Fourth Wall of theater to Simon the Sorcerer (Rohit J, if you're reading this, this was one of the best games you ever gave me back in UC... Thanks).

Ok, just or your info, I took a little trip just now and left this post alone for about 20 minutes surfing wikipedia... It hooked me.