Notes for the Lifebox, the Seashell, and the Soul - Rudy Rucker
Notes for the Lifebox, the Seashell, and the Soul - Rudy Rucker
Notes for the Lifebox, the Seashell, and the Soul - Rudy Rucker
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<strong>Notes</strong> <strong>for</strong> The <strong>Lifebox</strong>, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Seashell</strong>, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Soul</strong>, by <strong>Rudy</strong> <strong>Rucker</strong><br />
(a) If firing go to rest 0 state.<br />
(b) If rest i state <strong>the</strong>n go to rest i+1 state.<br />
(c) If rest N-1 , go to ready state.<br />
(c) If ready state <strong>and</strong> a neighbor is firing, go to firing state.<br />
(d) If ready state, also with probability DRIVER_PROBABILIITY go to firing.<br />
Actually, leaving out (d) this is <strong>the</strong> same as an N-LUKY rule with L=U=1, K=Y=0.<br />
***<br />
Society really has many colors of s<strong>and</strong>.<br />
***<br />
The Ramones paved <strong>the</strong> way <strong>for</strong> Green Day. Cyberpunk paved <strong>the</strong> way <strong>for</strong> Neal<br />
Stephenson. Kerouac 1956 paved <strong>the</strong> way <strong>for</strong> Kerouac 2004. Each failed artifact brings<br />
some brains closer to being primed <strong>for</strong> a derivative or reissued work.<br />
***<br />
I need to mention Langton’s point that a city is a natural phenomenon much like a<br />
wasp hive or a copper accretion fractal.<br />
***<br />
A street in Manhattan, lined with human-made cars <strong>and</strong> buildings. Some men are<br />
tearing out <strong>and</strong> retrofitting some apartments. Wires run across <strong>the</strong> street bringing power. A<br />
garbage truck is picking up trash. A police car goes by. Stores sell books <strong>and</strong> summer<br />
dresses.<br />
***<br />
Gnarliness as a measure of art quality. Minimalism only works with an fascinating<br />
explanation. Or if you just happen to get a lucky acupuncture-type hit upon a key node. Less<br />
is less.<br />
***<br />
Asimov, “The Last Question,” has that “now <strong>the</strong>re is” line after <strong>the</strong> people as <strong>the</strong><br />
computer if <strong>the</strong>re’s a god.<br />
There’s a Sheckley story about a society that asks one guy his opinions to settle an<br />
election.<br />
“The science fictional megatext.”<br />
August 17, 2004. Blogging at www.boingboing.net<br />
It was fun, I got quite a bit of feedback, fan letters, etc., which felt nice.<br />
I just read an expensive book about McLuhan called On McLuhan, with snippets from<br />
him <strong>and</strong> his followers plus <strong>the</strong> usual wastel<strong>and</strong> of cruddy big photos one expects in this kind<br />
of book. He talks a lot about, when analyzing a new medium, trying to ignore <strong>the</strong> figure <strong>and</strong><br />
see <strong>the</strong> ground. Ignore <strong>the</strong> so-called content (which is usually repackaged older media<br />
<strong>for</strong>ms) <strong>and</strong> look at how <strong>the</strong> medium changes behavior. Like cars producing roadside st<strong>and</strong>s.<br />
His friends said he made up his ideas in <strong>the</strong> context of talking, he called <strong>the</strong>se minirants<br />
"probes."<br />
I'm thinking about M. M. because I'd like to come up with some profound aphorism<br />
to stick into this chapter on Society <strong>and</strong> Computation in my nonfiction book, nearly done.<br />
What are <strong>the</strong> side effects of <strong>the</strong> web? I guess <strong>the</strong> blog is a side-effect. Leaving your diary<br />
out on <strong>the</strong> coffee table. What are <strong>the</strong> side effects of <strong>the</strong> blog?<br />
The egoboo <strong>and</strong> mail bath was so nice. Like being connected. Like having a lot of<br />
friends, which I don't in meatspace. Like having a cool place to hang out, which I don't in<br />
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