2016-12-26 14:50:08 UTC
as much as those about the death of Usenet.
It's just that I feel a bit uncomfortable claiming a whole newsgroup
for myself as a kind of makeshift blog, and also, I wonder why everyone
else has left. Maybe it was because of me? Maybe they found better
quarters? Or maybe it was because they had less resistance to the
almighty pull of the time lines.
A few days ago I realized that IRC was some awkward compromise between
finding a sufficiently knowledgeable and specialized channel on the one
hand, and on the other hand finding a sufficiently populated channel,
guaranteeing enough spread in the IQ distribution to make it likely
enough to have at least a few people in there who can sustain an
Of course, both extremes have their drawbacks, as in large channels one
has to endure more noise, and in small channels one has to accept being
in close contact with people not even understanding that copyright
funnels money to the DRM mafia that enslaves the artists they claim to
Dispirited I left the scene, just in time to celebrate the eclipse
sinking to its lowest curve, an occasion I had planned to celebrate
clothed entirely in black, and also all by myself as has been
traditional for all my festivities, as well as for non festive
So here I was, the sun entering my room through the balcony door, and I
sitting in my lean chair receiving it, luckily over here the exact
transcendental moment in time was also close to noon, only to realize
I was a day early a moment later.
Never mind, the sunlight at close to its minimax was still very nice
and I could just repeat the ritual the next day.
The next day I was sitting behind my computer at 1 hour before time
zero, or so I thought, wiki page open, a clock app on my cell phone
displaying the time prominently and some nice internet radio station
playing into my bluetooth headphones.
At the moment supreme, or the moment antisupreme, whatever, I was under
the illusion that the internet radio station knew what important moment
it was accolading, and I stood in the middle of my room, contemplating
that at this specific moment everyone on earth, above a certain
intelligence level, would share this emotion with me, simultaneously
realizing that the earth's rotation axis would now slowly start to dip
up, or dip down, depending on which pole one was closer to.
Of course I had forgotten to account for the fact I wasn't in
Greenwich anymore, worse, that I had never been there at all.
But no worries, after the appropriate time of waiting to compensate for
that fact, the moment was finally there.
What worried me though was the content of my earlier 'realization' of
global unity about the sufficiently enlightened. Was it ever real? It
did feel as if it was real.
Never mind that again, the sunlight was still gorgeous and the music
After that, there followed a few days with me realizing that breaking
off my IRC routine resulted in me being all alone in the world, but at
the same time realizing there were so many things I had neglected doing
because of its constant distractions that I became the most productive
I had been in a long time.
In a previous life I have been a programmer and now my interest was
piqued by trying to display a rotating globe in 3D, with all the
countries outlined on it.
This proved to be harder than it seemed, with me pivoting between
different graphics toolkits and python bindings to them. I had to give
the end, although I found a few wonderful programs and solutions that I
could merge together to fit my specific predilection, it didn't work
Not because it was impossible or not exciting, to the contrary,
everyday I woke up filled to the brim with new ideas and made a lot of
progress and at the end of the day I had various new approaches.
No, it was because during my expedited search I stumbled upon something
that I only could file under serendipity.
The thing is I had been leaving some other projects behind a long time
ago, because the original developers for the tools I developed it in had
decided not to support them anymore and instead switched to the
spending all my time finding alternatives for. Not, by the way, that I
seems to be totally out of control for the hapless user, who is
accordingly sucked into various time lines.
But here, while I was studiously searching for solutions to implement
panning and zooming for the mouse while displaying an SVG image in a
webkit window, I suddenly came across this guy who had found a program
doing that in C for a few colored cones and had translated it into
python, and not into some clumsy browser interface, no, in a real
responsive and interactive 3D program running 100% on my local computer.
I now realized that those guys who had left the software that I had
depended on, had just been distracting me from really getting into
contact with the levels below and mastering them.
Unfortunately, the weight of this realization had altered my future in
such a fundamental way that I could not continue with the rotating
globe project, as all my earlier plans that I had thought lost now had
resurfaced and would be taking precedence.
By the time it was Christmas I woke up with a feeling of happiness and
lightness and joy because of not being forced to spend time with people
not understanding even the basic principles of how the world works and
yet trying to attack my self worth.
As I rose I decided to cloth myself entirely in white and not worry
about being not distracted. In way, to me, people who think the
meaning of life is dependent upon, or even connected to one's relation
to other people, are in a similar position as people addicted to
religion, thinking that god is the source of morality.
No, I beseech you, there is a layer above that, where our self
determination is connected to some unity above mankind that isn't
limited to our loved ones, or for that matter, even the human spirit.
And to get there one just has to let go of those who lead.
"babies lock their mothers' brains, and
barrenness will set you free, oh sweet Jane"