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∴ notes from ebyx

• Parity Is For Horses

  The original nomadic inhabitants of Cbyx rode Modar from one oasis to the next, beasts captured and trained as cubs. The riders developed an extremely close relationship with the animals, the bond was carried over by legendists as ancient, noble, spiritual. While horses, as large as they were in the north, were not Modar. What were written as saintly men and women of Cbyx nature, quitely and stoically enduring, became Northern horsemen, cantankerous, drunken, combative, wild. And they in turn became fable for teleplays, books, programs. Their iconography graced everything having to do with the North. Of great fascination, and State disapproval was the brief war between the horsemen and the expanding industry of the previous century. The purposing of horses for labor was anathema to the tradition of the Cbyx riders, enough so that the horsemen, who rarely organized, did so enough to cause twenty years of havok for any State loving midlander who happened into their hills.

  Feb 18 4:40 a.m.

• Pantography

  Brynja took a streetcar. She was entitled to her own automobile, but disliked the quiet resentment that the privilege caused. The streetcars here were old style, electric, clattering. She found them comforting. She wondered about a world where everyone would be allowed an auotmobile, the chaos and inefficiency. She rode with other citizens, the cold night causing them to have bundled up, warming their hands on cups of tea sold at the back. A radio next to the driver relentlessly broadcast static peppered State news.

  Feb 13 3:43 a.m.

• Loudly, But Infrequently

  524F474552 moved carefully around the crater. It had taken days. Before the uplink was removed he’d have had telemetry. Now all robots simply talked to one another. Many had no audio, so a system of semaphore was worked out. Some used lights, some used moving parts. As he rounded a small hill he saw, in the distance, another unit. The other unit acknowledged him by raising an arm. Then it raised another. And another. Its arms began to move directionally, independently. A message. 524F474552 focused attention. “B … E … W … A … R … E”. Well, he thought, that was intriguing.

  Feb 06 4:13 p.m.

∴ twitter

• @joegarden if we could get kraftwerk to play at shake shack, queueing theory would explode Wed 12:28 p.m.
• @joegarden (turning around once I see the line) Wed 12:23 p.m.
• @cmenscher ya ace etc pulpy sci-fi in the 70s. Old enough to read, old enough to smoke. http://t.co/on7EJOwn Sat 2:43 p.m.

∴ findings

• Letters from a Stoic: Epistulae Morales Ad Lucilium

  To have someone to be able to die for, someone I may follow into exile, someone for whose life I may put myself up as security and pay the price as well. The thing you describe is not friendship but a business deal, looking to the likely consequences, with advantage as its goal.

• Seeing Like a State: How Certain Schemes to Improve the Human Condition Have Failed (The Institution for Social and Policy St)

  Here one may recall Jane Jacobs's important distinction between visual orderliness on one hand and functional working order on the other. The city desk of a newspaper, a rabbit's intestines, or the interior of an aircraft engine may certainly look messy, but each one reflects, sometimes brilliantly, an order related to the function it performs.

• Introduction -- Eloquent JavaScript

  JavaScript is the language that is, at the moment, mostly being used to do all kinds of clever and horrible things with pages on the World Wide Web.