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From: Mary Jane Sullivan (mjntp@hotmail.com)
Date: Wed Feb 02 2000 - 04:00:50 CST
Wednesday, February 02, 2000
In all likelihood with knowledge of Sandy Stone’s observations in The War of
Desire and Technology at the Close of The Mechanical Age of the recognition
of her feet as prostheses (…an extension of my will, of my instrumentality)
and the attraction to bandwidth in technological forms (changing the density
of communication…the amount of information exchanged in unit time) that I
can ask the following: Will anybody tell me who I am?
It appears that here at the end of one period of human shapeshifting that we
realize that no one is in charge, there is no master plan and we are on our
own ironically affirmed by the rectangular shape of the hermetically sealed
screen that is the audio system, the television system, the computer system
all now merging into one. Our orientation is that of being multimedia,
gendered manipulated which gives one insight to the notion that most of the
real world is the observed world and that most of reality is invisible.
Prothesis…attributes…we are self-conscious space time. And the certainty
is that we are digital in our very nature. God has stopped interfering to
watch the universe emerge. We observe it but do we hear it as we become the
body in the machine.
Today, I enjoyed a siesta. Spilled back onto a down comforter and looked
through a large window butting high winds to morphic clouds passing by and
dreamed of doing a tango with my love across an empty dance floor. Is this
spatial delirium? Or is this touching the multi-dimensional playground of
phenomena?
The new abstract power centers contracted from will and dominance are
imposing a mental climate breaking through that clear horizonal phenomena of
observation. The epoche is suspended and the global capitalist of the new
economic order has created the megapoles of self-contained wealth. We have
written loads about our connection to the other when we have become the
other, the fixed self with multiple personalities, servant to the barbarism
of the network. Things are thinking for us in the puzzle of interchangeable
appearance. The chase is on.
Have philosophers forgotten about the planetary nature of the engagement of
reality and identity? What is the world beyond the virtual; the cracking of
the codes of life, the separation and emergence of yin and yang forces?
Self creation. The chase is on…to manipulate the world and to recreate the
self and propagate. The distinction between natural evolution and
artificial evolution are equally artificial. Genetic algorithms imitate
genetic breeding for replicating the effects of evolution in ordinary
computer chips. All life is digital information transfer and the challenge
is to wait on the wild mind, the free radical, the ethical human, the
amnesiac who loses the will to power and wakes up wondering what happened to
the trajectory of the mindbody again projected into the world of revelation
and deception. I chose this body. I cannot remember and remembering is
knowing the body in its presence wholly in the broken puzzle.
Gamesmen are still creating monsters and dragons and heroes in the
metropoles, are these avatars shadows of the rhythms of the universe?
Murder? Desire? Does one lead to the other? What are the parallels within
the bridge of technology? Eros, unity: Is that another geological time zone
away?
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