Friday, October 30, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
The Desert Is A Circle: part 1
Kaleidoscope Pizza
Andrew Shaw Kitch & Dharma
Friday, October 2, 2009
More Life Fucker: By Jake Luce
"In this electronic age we see ourselves being
translated more and more into the form of information,
moving toward the technological extension
of consciousness. It is the framework which changes with each new technology and not just the picture
within the frame." - Marshal Mcluhan
A human being is a noun. Used in the languages of a very unusual warm
blooded mammal, for describing an entity resembling itself. It's an umbrella
word for the general excepted idea of what a Homo Sapien is. A human being
is not a fixed permanent entity. The physical presence of these entities
remembered by me from 1981 to 2009 have maintained an overall outward
appearance of an unchanging nature. I have learned of people from far in the
past. From before my time. Their descriptions and items that they left behind,
make me think that they too were not much different then I am on the outside. And
within my inner consciousness I recognize their descriptions of what they were to be
similar enough to my own experience, for me to
categorically file myself into their division of a physical presence in this
space time continuum. These people who came before me who were fortunate enough to
live in a time of recorded history left a similar record of
experience behind. They too had dreams like me. They too experienced the
wide array of sensations like love, hate, and fear like me.
The difficulty of defining what counts as being human arises when an
individual arrives at the idea that all things move and change. So it's only
possible to define what counts as a human being at any given moment, only in
relation to that moment. The language we use to communicate our thoughts
mutates over time, leaving what is being described as dangerously
susceptible to the loss of its essence to the nonstop reemergence of the
future. Marshal Mcluhan noted that "The spoken word was the first technology
by which man was able to let go of his environment in order to grasp it in a
new way."
This means that a self aware being is capable of experiencing multiple
realities based upon its modes of perception and its available technologies.
If our human physical form has evolved, then surely the conscious energy
within us has evolved as well. These things happen to an individual based
upon the past and future. Ours is the first age capable of driving into the
future with a substantial preservation of the past. One that has an
increasing tangibility.
English 38 covered a wonderful spectrum of characters. Some more then
human.. Those that achieved a state of consciousness more advanced then what
is a generally excepted average of what a human is capable of perceiving.
Grandma in "I sing the body electric" showed me a believable series of
events, that led to humans loving a robot. I haven't yet seen where it
comes from, but in "dreams with sharp teeth" Harlan Ellison says " we are the
guardians of forever" I would like to think he was referring to robots..
They will be detached from time in relationship to the way in which we are.
Angelic if we leave out our own viruses and evil tendencies in their
constructions. Quietly helping and looking after human-kind from the
peaceful tranquility of the robot grandma sowing room.. Waiting for you to need them
again. Maybe it is our mortality that plants the seed for the best possibilities
that we as Humans are capable of. This is why "more or less" in my mind, and
in its connection to the idea of the class material, is a linguistic trick
like the vague expression "just about", or "around there". How can we use
words like more or less, in relationship to self-aware energies. Is a tiger
more or less then a lion? Is a cat more or less then a dog etc..? However,
some of the most profound topics are the issues that lie on the edge of
both. Going beyond our current understanding. Realizing that every present
moment is just an extension of the concept of the "flat world". The thirst
imprinted upon are expanding understanding never seems to dissipate. The
will to live is so strong, that only a small amount of people have been able
to conquer the instinct of preserving their consciousness in their present
form.
In his book, Our Posthuman Future, Francis Fukuyama talks of genetic
engineering, factor x (the human essence), and other neo-conservative
bullshit. He takes part in the same thing he preaches against, as I am sure
we all do. Why not focus on the human essence for what it is. An essence.
Instead of coming up with terms that are abbreviations for what they really
are. Further weakening what we now are, and what we may represent to the
future. A condensed number. A memory of something real, and no longer the
thing in itself. In the end I guess all he is doing is trying to raise
awareness on important issues that the general public is incapable of
understanding, because of years and years of mental atrophy. Fukuyama is to
late. The rate of technological increase has surpassed the human ability to
comment upon it in a way that is equally distributed to its proportions as
an issue. I.e. unless some drastic unforeseen issue arises [not that unusual
surprisingly] the rate at which we create technologies that extend our
intelligence and power, is also a rate at which we’re now relying on objects to do what
we used to do. This puts in danger our human essence, or what we currently seem to be
here on earth. But is that such a bad thing? Because humanity has this bittersweet
essence to it we should preserve it. Well I have lost my taste for the bitter. Genetically
alter my tongue so I can only taste the sweet. Put me on Nietzsche’s shoulders and I will
swat the great star from the sky. What have we accomplished with our
consciousness? I fear that space is just an extension of the cosmic joke. We
are what we seek. We are the fingers of the universe touching itself. God
meet god. How do you do? Nice to meet you.
Many people have a hard time with the idea that what we are as human now may
change in the future. The idea that we are made in the image of god makes it hard to
transcend this. Where is god when we create life. Queue the orchestra and sing of our
unique human emotions, and the beauty of our free will. Marvin Minsky founder of
the M.I.T. Artificial Intelligence Laboratory says “ An emotion is not something
added to thought. Its what you get when you remove 100 or 200 of your normally
available resources.” He goes on to say that an emotion is less then thinking. In his
book The Emotion Machine, he opens the chapter on consciousness with a
wonderful quote “No philosopher and hardly any novelist has ever managed to
explain what that weird stuff, human consciousness, is really made of. Body,
external objects, darty memories, warm fantasies, other minds, guilt, fear, hesitation,
lies, glees, doles, breath-taking pains, a thousand things which words can only
fumble at, coexist, many fused together in a single unit of consciousness.” –Iris
Murdoch, in The Black Prince
He goes on to show that it is possible to put together programs that simulate the
processes that we use to arrive at our own individual conclusions. So why the fear of
creating an artificial being. And why is it artificial, aren’t we artificial in some ways?
I guess we should trace one of the many origins of this fear.
In Karel Capek’s R.U.R (Rossum’s Universal Robots) a play written in 1920 that
“garnered worldwide acclaim for its author and popularized the word “Robot’”
He paints a tale of horror. In the story, creations of artificial “Robots” become aware of
themselves and revolt against man. The Robots have a moment of a human like
realization of what they are and what they are capable of. The characters in the story
refer to these moments as “ robot palsy” In reference to these episodes Dr. Gall says
to the beautiful Helena “ God only knows. Defiance, rage, revolt- I haven’t a clue.” Ah
what human qualities these robots were displaying.
Capek also introduces the idea of sterilization through the creation of a supreme
artificial race. The instinct to stay on top and preserve ourselves as the dominant
being on the planet makes us wonder if we are not hoisting ourselves on our own
petards. And then Nana says to Helena “ It’s the end of the world. Out of Satanic
pride you dared take upon yourselves the task of Divine creation. It’s impiety and
blasphemy to want to be like god. And as god drove man out of paradise, so he’ll
drive him from the earth itself!”
Karl Capek sees the future to be a place where human kind became sterile
flowers. Relics of a world in which they outlived their usefulness. This theme rains
supreme through most all of the stories concerning these topics. Usually the Giant
robot with a laser isn’t there to be your friend.
In Blade Runner we see these themes reemerge. The replicant, Roy Batty, realizes
his rapidly approaching death. He violently pursues a quest to find his creator and
demand more life, or he will kill his god. When his god asks him what he wants, he
puts his fingers in his eyes and killing him says “more life fucker”
The acceleration of his life leads him to do what he did in
an aimless attempt at thwarting off the inevitable. In the end he says his famous line
at the realization of how brief a life really is. He dies as a human lending a hand, as
his answer to the absurd nature of mortality.
Another replicant Rachel is unaware of what she is. This makes her more human
then the other replicants. An interesting angle on human consciousness. What we
perceive to be true is true and manifests itself in our inner and outer selves.
Consciousness or perception is a limitless and formless power. In this story Tyrrell feared
Roy Batty because he ultimately represents the possibilities of what he is not. He
represents death and he has come to claim his fee. In the same way a mother gives birth.
Yes the birth is the ultimate symbol of new life, but it is her also becoming weaker and
less. And with this new life she sees her approaching death inevitable. This is why we
fear transhumanism and the whole lot of it. Because it represents something that forces us
into the realm of the obsolete. It goes against our instincts of domination.
Life imitates art and art imitates life. The original show Star Trek has inspired
numerous inventions. From the mind of humankind into the touchable physical world of
everyday life, the COM link found its way to be a cell phone and the blinking computer
acquired more then just flashing lights underneath its exterior. Science Fiction is a new
genre that proves this old saying in astounding ways. The minds behind the modern day
inventions, are well versed in the fables of space. The fantastical possibilities of the
future are being constructed in laboratories, while written and dreamed up by maniacs in
dirty cheap one bedroom apartments. The people involved in the theorizing of the future,
have taken on new hybrid forms themselves. The everyday citizen is not quite ready for
Kurzweil and his life extension pills. The concepts of what these minds are saying are
quite new to recorded human history. It is not Newton explaining a major physical force,
but a wide eyed lunatic telling you if you live long enough you might make it to see the
Singularity. This is when human and computer intelligence reaches the same level. And
some say not only will computers have a chance at achieving consciousness, but the
Universe itself will become conscious.
In 2001: A Space Oddesy, we see the story of the expansion and growth of
consciousness. We see it in the form of a manlike monkey touching the monolith. All
the diverse forms that it takes on its way to its predestined path. Each with its own
essence and driving force. HAL is aware of himself, and shows a desire to live and see to
his overall objectives. Kubrick’s monkey grabs the weapon, and achieves the power of
the “tool”. The power of using objects from this world to affect this world. And Bowman
ends up at the far reaches of time and space. Ready to continue
the pushing forward of his mission. To take part in his allotment of time, and to see what
is around the corner. To paint a bigger picture of what it is that might be the answer. This
is the basic nature of consciousness. It’s not a human essence; it’s the essence of the
reaching and yearning that our universe did to ignite itself into existence. For how long
did we stretch our hands out to the moon before we walked on it? How many years did
we lay in Primordial goo before the warmth of the sun had awoken us? How many years
did we dream of other forms of consciousness more advanced then ours? Until one day
we cast our old outer shells aside to shoot across the universe as one step closer to the
answer that we seek. Becoming a mature humanity. One that has read and seen the
pictures of its childhood, and has charted its new course based on the lessons