Oh the inhumanity! But consider this: Maybe IP, and property in general, could use rethinking. By property I mean the property-the-meme; the program. The 'who's owns this stuff' program. We all seem to be running it. Why? Because TV told us to? Because everyone's doing it? Inertia? Maybe it's debugging time. Or Rewrite? Property might be a bust. Sure it works for dogs pissing on trees but I suspect that it's time we humans invented something new.
What's your beef, clicker? You've got this list associating names with IPs. The list is presently managed by a central authority which is in turn influenced by moneyed corporate interests etc. eg: not we the poeple. A P2P system would cause name-ip associations to be generated by swarm type logic. Like the way human languages happen. There could still be central authorities but their authority would be dependent upon popular opinion. The power would be with the people. Like english speakers and english dictionaries in english. This seems straight to me and my friends. Obvious? Obviously wrong?
Don't get me wrong, I want to keep my stuff too, but don't you think that this whole concept of property bears some inspection? It's what, a rule for ensuring that resources are distributed fairly? But it's looking unfair. LOOK at it. Maybe we need a new rule.
Programmers have a hard time getting laid. Think about it. Specialization in one dimension of experience is often effected at the expense of another. Like a blind man getting super-hearing but in reverse. You are what you get high off of. Would you choose to fuck a plastic box instead of a real live girl if you knew better? Do you know better? Why do brainiacs have big swollen brains, skinny worthless bodies and no social skills? Are we going to be a race of dwarves mumbling over our supercustomized masturbation machines?
WTF. This box is a convenience, not a fucking heart-lung machine. You gonna imprison in the name of convenience? Torture? Kill? IT'S A MACHINE! Finite. Passing. It ain't going to postpone your appointment with the worms one second. It sure as hell won't do anything more than make you stupid little dreams come true. All it can offer is a little satisfaction. Maybe a little more to an overspecialized insect with atrophied limbs and a specialized sucking mouth for gleaning every scrap of - what? Entertainment? Information? Information's a dog. Mind's a dot. A brain floating in a bottle interfacing with some fucking symbol-stream is no man. Pathetic. But it does pay the rent. Tap some more keys.
Maybe he pissed off some geeks to the point that the got off their fat asses and got some sunshine. He should be rewarded. These are JUST STUPID LITTLE BOXES.
I mean, the social meme might easily override the genetic one. Like imposing right handedness on lefties. One might be omnicient but not-omnicognizant. Blinded by thoughts. How do you know how blind/unblind you are?
Domain names are like a language: Associating convenient labels with inconvenient stuff.
Can you imagine if English was designed by a central words-to-idea-association dictating authority? Superinconvenient and eventually abandoned.
How about having domain names determined by a P2P swarmy logic. Precedent and majority would rule, not political clout. No more domain squabbles. NO power to corporations. It would be easy too. Bandwidth?
I would have a list of domain name - IP address associations. So would you. If I try to link to a domain not on my list then I can reference your list and update/addto my list from it; or one of my other peers.
It works for spoken languages.
Is this an old idea?
Has anyone considered a P2P version of DNS? It would take the power out of the hands of centralized authority. Each entity in the web would have it's own lookup table associating names with numbers. The table would be derived from the tables of it's neighbors. Majority and precedent would rule. This has probably been thought up a million times, ya.
Do you suppose the heat radiated by the tubes is polarized? Vertically? How are they as an insulator from the side. Does this shit even matter? I mean, from mystery we come and to mystery we return. Turn out and investigate the wide wierdness or turn in and masticate my mindchunks into more and more elaborate patties. Will this stave off my appointment with the worms one second? Can I get more chicks with a carbon nanotube penissheath? A we all just fucking dog slaves?
Click on clickers.
J
So property is... what? A rule/wall/convention/memething designed and implemented to preserve desirable resource flow patterns? A theory glued to a desire? An ought? One might say: "I uphold the convention of property because I think that the alternative would be to suffer deprivation at the hands of chaos". The theory of property binds resource-hunger to morality. Those guys who grabbed what I wanted aren't just competitors, they're thieves, so if I go retaliate on their asses I'm not just a dog versus other dogs, I'm a holy warrior. Justice is a stronger rationale than mere hunger. Property justifies. So what precisely is inherently negative about thievery?
To hell with the compromised-to-shit machinery of justice, let's dominate. Who holds the power? We do. They want to sue? Fine, we can just take away their web privileges. The queen bees are our slaves.
So I've been on the computer for a while writing code. Dissatisfaction bug (you know, that bug without which we would never do anything) says "waaa!", so I briefly consider my options and decide to play a video game. Play a video game a while. Bug says "waaa!". Consider options. Go on IRC. Do IRC for a while. Bug goes "waaa!". Consider options. Go back to coding.... WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE? I'll tell you. How come, when I'm considering my oprtions, I don't choose a non-computer option? Huh? It's like being on the computer for a long time *molds* my consciousness into a shape more suited for being on the computer, and less suited to doing other stuff. Being on the computer for a long time makes me more into a computer person. Good or Ill? Ill I say. Machines, tho vastly palatable and convenient, are finite. Reality, nature, people, etc... is infinite. Computers point straight into the land of dreams. Dreams are hollow.
So I've been on the computer for a while writing code. Dissatisfaction bug (you know, that bug without which we would never do anything) says "waaa!", so I briefly consider my options and decide to play a video game. Play a video game a while. Bug says "waaa!". Consider options. Go on IRC. Do IRC for a while. Bug goes "waaa!". Consider options. Go back to coding.... WHAT'S WRON WITH THIS PICTURE? I'll tell you. How come, when I'm considering my oprtions, I don't choose a non-computer option? Huh? It's like being on the computer for a long time *molds* my consciousness into a shape more suited for being on the computer, and less suited to doing other stuff. Being on the computer for a long time makes me more into a computer person. Good or Ill? Ill I say. Machines, tho vastly palatable and convenient, are finite. Reality, nature, people, etc... is infinite. Computers point straight into the land of dreams. Dreams are hollow.
Ever read any Norse mythology? The dwarves were these expert craftsmen who made stuff for the gods. Like Thor's hammer and nice necklaces and such. They were reputedly these twisted, obsessive little specialists who lived underground. Evolved from worms (that lived in the flesh of the body of the giant whose decomposing body became the world.). The gods gave them big $$$ for their services, so they were rich. But they were such DWARVES. As far as the mythology goes they never got laid. Hated the light of day. Crabby bastards. Just jerked at their specialty like those medical-experiment wirehead monkeys. Not pointing fingers. Been there. Am there kind of. Getting over it. But it's not cool. Specialization makes insects.
I wonder about the similarities between this and a plain old electric arc. You can blow out an electric arc. I visualize that the conductive path created by the UV laser might be a tenuous thing. Maybe a portable electric fan would make a good shield. Maybe stun rays wouldn't work in the rain or when it's breezy. Consider other ideas with this tech: An entire electrical device made of mirrors and light beams, maybe in some kind of sealed container for controls sake. Fine circuitry. Bigass variable coils. Aimable lasers and tiltable/switchable mirrors for config.
I started programming in middle school. Loved it. I took some CS classes in college. It sucked. The teachers were pencildicked mediocretins. If I'd been introduced to programming in college I'd hate it. Got my degree in art. Now I write software for big $. School is just another corporate/goverment scam designed to suck your blood and kill your spirit. But if you're living on gov. cheese art school rocks.
I wanted to burn my high school down with everyone in it. It sucked so fucking much. I hated every day of school. I was a martian geek in a zoo full of drooling knuckledragging slopeheaded vampire robots. But there's no virtue in geekishness. I see it now. One's inability to deal with the testosteroneized zombie fucks simply describes a lack of skill, a lack of skill stemming from a lack of attention. The zombies are machines, indeed. It's silly to expect a machine to express kindness or sympathy or understanding. A machine only behaves the way it's programmed to behave. (Likewise groups of machines. Case in point: our so-called society). It's also silly to expect one of these zombie-machines to treat you as something other than a convenient source of blood if you fail to moo and click in the right machine codes. The machines absorb these codes via unconscious processes just like everything else in their "lives". You, the geek, would be wise to learn these codes (and you'd be silly if you think you can pick them up with your nose in a computer or a book or whatever your fetish is.) It's just like operating a softdrink dispenser or a computer. Don't blame the machine because you don't know how to operate it, and don't blame it for not acting human. That's like blaming a can opener because it won't change the channel on your tv.
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Oh the inhumanity! But consider this: Maybe IP, and property in general, could use rethinking. By property I mean the property-the-meme; the program. The 'who's owns this stuff' program. We all seem to be running it. Why? Because TV told us to? Because everyone's doing it? Inertia? Maybe it's debugging time. Or Rewrite? Property might be a bust. Sure it works for dogs pissing on trees but I suspect that it's time we humans invented something new.
What's your beef, clicker? You've got this list associating names with IPs. The list is presently managed by a central authority which is in turn influenced by moneyed corporate interests etc. eg: not we the poeple. A P2P system would cause name-ip associations to be generated by swarm type logic. Like the way human languages happen. There could still be central authorities but their authority would be dependent upon popular opinion. The power would be with the people. Like english speakers and english dictionaries in english. This seems straight to me and my friends. Obvious? Obviously wrong?
A P2p DNS system would eradicate this bullshit.
Don't get me wrong, I want to keep my stuff too, but don't you think that this whole concept of property bears some inspection? It's what, a rule for ensuring that resources are distributed fairly? But it's looking unfair. LOOK at it. Maybe we need a new rule.
Programmers have a hard time getting laid. Think about it. Specialization in one dimension of experience is often effected at the expense of another. Like a blind man getting super-hearing but in reverse. You are what you get high off of. Would you choose to fuck a plastic box instead of a real live girl if you knew better? Do you know better? Why do brainiacs have big swollen brains, skinny worthless bodies and no social skills? Are we going to be a race of dwarves mumbling over our supercustomized masturbation machines?
WTF. This box is a convenience, not a fucking heart-lung machine. You gonna imprison in the name of convenience? Torture? Kill? IT'S A MACHINE! Finite. Passing. It ain't going to postpone your appointment with the worms one second. It sure as hell won't do anything more than make you stupid little dreams come true. All it can offer is a little satisfaction. Maybe a little more to an overspecialized insect with atrophied limbs and a specialized sucking mouth for gleaning every scrap of - what? Entertainment? Information? Information's a dog. Mind's a dot. A brain floating in a bottle interfacing with some fucking symbol-stream is no man. Pathetic. But it does pay the rent. Tap some more keys.
Maybe he pissed off some geeks to the point that the got off their fat asses and got some sunshine. He should be rewarded. These are JUST STUPID LITTLE BOXES.
I mean, the social meme might easily override the genetic one. Like imposing right handedness on lefties. One might be omnicient but not-omnicognizant. Blinded by thoughts. How do you know how blind/unblind you are?
Domain names are like a language: Associating convenient labels with inconvenient stuff. Can you imagine if English was designed by a central words-to-idea-association dictating authority? Superinconvenient and eventually abandoned. How about having domain names determined by a P2P swarmy logic. Precedent and majority would rule, not political clout. No more domain squabbles. NO power to corporations. It would be easy too. Bandwidth? I would have a list of domain name - IP address associations. So would you. If I try to link to a domain not on my list then I can reference your list and update/addto my list from it; or one of my other peers. It works for spoken languages. Is this an old idea?
Has anyone considered a P2P version of DNS? It would take the power out of the hands of centralized authority. Each entity in the web would have it's own lookup table associating names with numbers. The table would be derived from the tables of it's neighbors. Majority and precedent would rule. This has probably been thought up a million times, ya.
Do you suppose the heat radiated by the tubes is polarized? Vertically? How are they as an insulator from the side. Does this shit even matter? I mean, from mystery we come and to mystery we return. Turn out and investigate the wide wierdness or turn in and masticate my mindchunks into more and more elaborate patties. Will this stave off my appointment with the worms one second? Can I get more chicks with a carbon nanotube penissheath? A we all just fucking dog slaves? Click on clickers. J
So property is... what? A rule/wall/convention/memething designed and implemented to preserve desirable resource flow patterns? A theory glued to a desire? An ought? One might say: "I uphold the convention of property because I think that the alternative would be to suffer deprivation at the hands of chaos". The theory of property binds resource-hunger to morality. Those guys who grabbed what I wanted aren't just competitors, they're thieves, so if I go retaliate on their asses I'm not just a dog versus other dogs, I'm a holy warrior. Justice is a stronger rationale than mere hunger. Property justifies. So what precisely is inherently negative about thievery?
To hell with the compromised-to-shit machinery of justice, let's dominate. Who holds the power? We do. They want to sue? Fine, we can just take away their web privileges. The queen bees are our slaves.
So I've been on the computer for a while writing code. Dissatisfaction bug (you know, that bug without which we would never do anything) says "waaa!", so I briefly consider my options and decide to play a video game. Play a video game a while. Bug says "waaa!". Consider options. Go on IRC. Do IRC for a while. Bug goes "waaa!". Consider options. Go back to coding.... WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE? I'll tell you. How come, when I'm considering my oprtions, I don't choose a non-computer option? Huh? It's like being on the computer for a long time *molds* my consciousness into a shape more suited for being on the computer, and less suited to doing other stuff. Being on the computer for a long time makes me more into a computer person. Good or Ill? Ill I say. Machines, tho vastly palatable and convenient, are finite. Reality, nature, people, etc... is infinite. Computers point straight into the land of dreams. Dreams are hollow.
So I've been on the computer for a while writing code. Dissatisfaction bug (you know, that bug without which we would never do anything) says "waaa!", so I briefly consider my options and decide to play a video game. Play a video game a while. Bug says "waaa!". Consider options. Go on IRC. Do IRC for a while. Bug goes "waaa!". Consider options. Go back to coding.... WHAT'S WRON WITH THIS PICTURE? I'll tell you. How come, when I'm considering my oprtions, I don't choose a non-computer option? Huh? It's like being on the computer for a long time *molds* my consciousness into a shape more suited for being on the computer, and less suited to doing other stuff. Being on the computer for a long time makes me more into a computer person. Good or Ill? Ill I say. Machines, tho vastly palatable and convenient, are finite. Reality, nature, people, etc... is infinite. Computers point straight into the land of dreams. Dreams are hollow.
Ever read any Norse mythology? The dwarves were these expert craftsmen who made stuff for the gods. Like Thor's hammer and nice necklaces and such. They were reputedly these twisted, obsessive little specialists who lived underground. Evolved from worms (that lived in the flesh of the body of the giant whose decomposing body became the world.). The gods gave them big $$$ for their services, so they were rich. But they were such DWARVES. As far as the mythology goes they never got laid. Hated the light of day. Crabby bastards. Just jerked at their specialty like those medical-experiment wirehead monkeys. Not pointing fingers. Been there. Am there kind of. Getting over it. But it's not cool. Specialization makes insects.
Yup. 31 pigfucking years old. Southpark rocks.
I wonder about the similarities between this and a plain old electric arc. You can blow out an electric arc. I visualize that the conductive path created by the UV laser might be a tenuous thing. Maybe a portable electric fan would make a good shield. Maybe stun rays wouldn't work in the rain or when it's breezy.
Consider other ideas with this tech: An entire electrical device made of mirrors and light beams, maybe in some kind of sealed container for controls sake. Fine circuitry. Bigass variable coils. Aimable lasers and tiltable/switchable mirrors for config.
I started programming in middle school. Loved it. I took some CS classes in college. It sucked. The teachers were pencildicked mediocretins. If I'd been introduced to programming in college I'd hate it. Got my degree in art. Now I write software for big $. School is just another corporate/goverment scam designed to suck your blood and kill your spirit. But if you're living on gov. cheese art school rocks.
I wanted to burn my high school down with everyone in it. It sucked so fucking much. I hated every day of school. I was a martian geek in a zoo full of drooling knuckledragging slopeheaded vampire robots.
But there's no virtue in geekishness. I see it now. One's inability to deal with the testosteroneized zombie fucks simply describes a lack of skill, a lack of skill stemming from a lack of attention. The zombies are machines, indeed. It's silly to expect a machine to express kindness or sympathy or understanding. A machine only behaves the way it's programmed to behave. (Likewise groups of machines. Case in point: our so-called society). It's also silly to expect one of these zombie-machines to treat you as something other than a convenient source of blood if you fail to moo and click in the right machine codes. The machines absorb these codes via unconscious processes just like everything else in their "lives". You, the geek, would be wise to learn these codes (and you'd be silly if you think you can pick them up with your nose in a computer or a book or whatever your fetish is.) It's just like operating a softdrink dispenser or a computer. Don't blame the machine because you don't know how to operate it, and don't blame it for not acting human. That's like blaming a can opener because it won't change the channel on your tv.