jueves, 6 de agosto de 2015

Disposable darlings [anotaciones & ginoides]

Your skin is like vinyl
The perfect companion

Vía Roxy Music 
(For your Pleasure, 1973)

AVA
The Blue Book (Wittgenstein, 1958)
[A] queer kind of medium, the mind; and the mechanism of the mind, the nature of which, it seems, we don't quite understand, can bring about effects which no material mechanism could. Thus e.g. a thought (which is such a mental process) can agree or disagree with reality; I am able to think of a man who isn't present; I am able to imagine him, 'mean him' in a remark which I make about him, even if he is thousands of miles away or dead. "What a queer mechanism," one might say, "the mechanism of wishing must be if I can wish that which will never happen".  
The Blue Book (Wittgenstein, 1958, p. 16)
There is an objection to saying that thinking is some such thing as an activity of the hand. Thinking, one wants to say, is part of our 'private experience'. It is not material, but an event in our private consciousness. This objection is expressed in the question: "Can machines think?" [...] "Can a machine have toothache?" You will certainly be inclined to say: "A machine can't have toothache?". All I will do now is to draw your attention to the use which you have made of the word "can" and to ask you: "Did you mean to say that all our past experience has shown that a machine never had toothache?" The impossibility of which you speak is a logical one. The question is: What is the relation between thinking (or toothache) and the subject which thinks, has toothache, etc.?"
Vía
Mind 49 (A. M. Turing, 1950)
I propose to consider the question, "Can machines think?" This should begin with definitions of the meaning of the terms "machine" and "think". The definitions might be dangerous, If the meaning of the words "machine" and "think" are to be found by examining how they are commonly used it is difficult to escape the conclusion that the meaning and the answer to the question, "Can machines think?" is to be sought in a statistical survey such as a Gallup poll. But this is absurd. Instead of attempting such a definition I shall replace the question by another, which is closely related to it and is expressed in relatively unambiguous words.
Vía
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (Phillip Kindred Dick, 1968)
Think that a small class of human beings could not pass the Voigt-Kampff scale. If you tested them in line with police work you'd assess them as humanoid robots. You'd be wrong, but by then they'd be dead.
RACHEL (Vía)
Blade Runner (Hampton Fancher, David Peoples, 1981)
The eye is brown in a tiny screen. On the metallic surface below, the words VOIGHT-KAMPFF are finely etched. There's a touch-light panel across the top and on the side of the screen, a dial that registers fluctuation of the iris.
ACTROID-F (Vía)
Actroid-F: Super Realistic Female Humanoid (TechCrunch, 2010)
Her maker, Japan based robot maker Kokoro, says that she is supposed to give patients a heightened sense of security. Actroid-F is very realistic, but actually, she is pretty creepy too [...]  
Actroid-F, which was billed as "the fist true android" by Guiness World Records, weighs just 30 kg and is 140 cm tall (in a sitting position). Wait a few years for her makers to reduce the mechanical and chopping motions, make her walk, and act more independently.
AVA & KYOKO (Vía)
The Blue Book (Wittgenstein, 1958)
 [T]he problem here arises which could be expressed by the question: "Is it possible for a machine to think (whether the action of this machine can be described and predicted by the laws of physics or, possibly, only by laws of a different applying to the behaviour of organisms). And the trouble which is expressed in this question is not really that we don't yet know a machine which could do the job. The question is not analogous to that which some might have asked a hundred years ago: "Can a machine liquefy a gas?" The trouble is rather that the sentence, "A machine thinks (perceives, wishes): seems somehow nonsensical.
LISA (Vía)
Weird Science (John Hughes, 1985)
Let's have one final test. Throw the switches. Here in this machine, I have discovered the great ray that first brought life into this world. 
Here's the final touch [...] the brain you stole, Fritz [...] the brain of a dead man waiting to live again in a body I made.
Vía
The dreams of Google's AI are equal parts amazing and disturbing (Adam Epstein, 2015)
American sci-fi novelist Phillip K. Dick once famously asked, 'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?  While he was on the right track, the answer appears to be, no, they don't. They dream of dog-headed knights atop horses, of came-birds and pig-snails, and of Daliesque mutated landscapes. 
Google's image recognition software, which can detect and analyze [...] uses artificial neural networks to simulate the human brain [...] Google engineers sought out to see what these artificial networks "dream" of [...]
Vía
Gyrating Animatronic Doll Will Haunt Your Dreams (Robbie Gonzalez, 2014)
Presented here for the first time, Wolfson's animatronic sculpture combines, film installation, and performance in the figure of a curvaceous scantily clad woman covered in dirt marks and wearing a witch mask. Unlike the artists's two-dimensional subjects, this life size character was developed in close collaboration with a special effects studio in California used by major Hollywood productions. The woman can be encountered on a one-to-one basis in a mirrored room in the gallery, creating a different kind of viewing experience that intensifies the importance of the gaze found in Wolfson's work.
Todas las elipsis son mías.

jueves, 2 de julio de 2015

Exoplaneta

[feeds hipocrenesbroth.exe

le llegó un update a mi visor Heimdal
grafeno & fotones trepan optoeléctrica hasta 11
simulo ALMA, circa 2015
miro sistemas extrasolares & violentos
miro pal hemisferio sur de La Esfera Celeste
estrellas nenas se mueven unísonamente


Pictor pillá entre 
Canopus & La Gran Nube de Magallanes
brilla Beta Pictoris 
con cinturones planetesimales
exocometas x 1 tubo & 7 llaves


veo a Beta Pictoris b
4 veces más grande que Júpiter
baila como un trompo
pinta con hielo & detrito
la épica de un exoplaneta. 

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sábado, 27 de junio de 2015

DIRTY TOILET (Lenny Bruce, San Francisco, 1961)

Lenny Bruce arrest.jpg
October 4, 1961
las bastardillas son mías

Oh, I like you, and if sometimes I take poetic license with you and you are
offended...now this is just with semantics, dirty words.  Believe me, I'm not
profound, this is something that I assume someone must have laid on me,
because I do not have an original thought.  I am screwed.  I speak English.
That's it.  I was not born in a vacuum.  Every thought I have belongs to
somebody else.  Then I must just take, ding ding ding, somewhere.
So I am not placating you by making the following statement.  I want to help
you if you have a dirty word problem.  There are none, and I'll spell it out
logically to you.

Here is a toilet. Specifically - that's all we're concerned with, specifics
- if I can tell you a dirty toilet joke, we must have a dirty toilet.
That's what we're talking about, a toilet.  If we take this toilet and boil
it, and it is clean clean, I can never tell you specifically a dirty toilet
joke about this toilet.  I can tell you a dirty toilet joke in the Milner
Hotel, or something like that, but this toilet is a clean toilet now.

Obscenity is a human manifestation.  This toilet has no central nervous
system, no level of consciousness.  It is not aware - it is a dumb toilet -
it cannot be obscene - it's impossible.  if it could be obscene, it could be
cranky, it could be a Communist toilet, a traitorous toilet.
It can do none of these things.  This is a dopey toilet, Jim.

So nobody can ever offend you by telling you a dirty toilet story.  They can
offend you from the area that it's trite - you have heard it many, many
times.  Now all of us have had a bad early toilet training - that's why we
are hung up with it.  All of us at the same time got two zingers - one for
the police department and one for the toilet.  "All right he made a kahkah,
call a policeman.  All right, OK.   Are you going to do that anymore?
OK, tell the policeman he doesn't have to come up now."

All right, now we all got the "Policeman, policeman, policeman," and we had
a few psychotic parents who took it and rubbed it in our face, and those
people for the most, if you search it out, are censors.  Oh, true, they hate
toilets with a passion, man.  Do you realize if you got that ranked around
with a toilet, you'll hate it, and anyone who refers to it?  It is dirty
and uncomfortable to you.

Now if the bedroom is dirty to you, then you are a true atheist, because if
you have any of the mores, the superstitions, if anyone in this audience
believes that God made his body, and your body is dirty, the fault lies
with the manufacturer.  It's that cold, Jim, yeah.

You can do anything with the body that God made, and then you want to get
definitive and tell me of the parts He made, I don't see that anywhere in
any reference to any Bible.  Yeah, He made it all.  It's all clean, or all
dirty.

But the ambivalence comes from the religious leaders, who are celibates.
The religious leaders are "what should be."  They say they do not involve
themselves with the physical.  If we are good, we will be like our rabbi,
our nun, our priests, and absolve, and finally put down the carnal
and stop the race.

Now, dig, this is strange here.  Everybody today in the hotel was bugged with
Knight and Nixon.  Let me tell you the truth.  The truth is "what is."
If "what is" - you have to sleep eight, ten hours a day, that is the
truth.  A lie will be: People need no sleep at all.  Truth is "what is."
If every politician from the beginning is crooked, there is no crooked.
But if you are concerned with a lie, "what should be" - and "what should
be" is a fantasy, a terrible, terrible lie that someone gave the people
long ago: This is what should be - and no one ever saw what should be,
that you don't need any sleep and you can go seven years without sleep,
so all the people were made to measure up to that dirty lie.
No, there's no crooked politicians.  There is never a lie because
there is never a truth.

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