Now that I am twittering from my phone I am tempted every instant to post a message about my condition in relation to the universe. So much to say and yet I wonder what does it all mean. I search for truth in every sliver of my journey but I do savor the unknown. Beauty can reveals itself in most unexpected places. Demons and angels watch your every move. Everytime I enter my bathroom I get the feeling that I am actually living in the matrix hooked up to machines. And somehow the cyber outlaws are waiting silently for me to rip the facade and really see the truth. It's the only place that I get that feeling. Sometimes it drives me a little paranoid and my claustrophobia kicks in. Things are never really what they seem. Always remember that.
Digital Puke
He jettisoned from the net forever. They killed his Avatar somewhere in the out world of second life when the
World of War craft hordes came calling for him to invoke the infocalypse. When I met him on the train he was
almost pwned. The Debian tattoo throbbing beneath his cheek identified him as geek godfather. Those
misshapen eyes represented the last of the best cyberpunk warriors operating on the old net. His frazzled
appearance on this train could only mean one thing. The countdown to the infocalypse had been triggered. 'We
don't have time,' I said to him. He gave me the nano disc as the first spasms rocked his slim frail body. Fear
dripped from his eyes as he waited for my antidote. It came in the form of a script I had written on one of those
nights when sleep is a mere distraction in the grander scheme of things. It was the most beautiful code I had
ever written. It was also the most dangerous. He copied it quickly into his handheld that magically appeared out
of a geek pocket. I tensed when I saw it. Possession of that technology meant that you were either the most
wanted black hat or an agent in the highly feared world's cyber division. He looked like neither with his hands
trembling over the keyboard as he ran a series of tests on my script. 'This is not a quick fix,' I said. He nodded
understanding. 'My code will reverse engineer the first part of their Trojan. You will have about ten minutes to
puke it all out. Only the spam bots will come out. You will have to hack your own dreams to find the source code
and delete it.' He smiled for the first time revealing the designer teeth of true deep net junkies. There were only a
few shops on the planet where you could get these specialized encrypted jobs done. The teeth hooked you
straight into the Metaverse on the fastest internet connection not even the richest man on earth could afford. It
was all about trust and skill and nothing else. Another spasm rocked him. I nodded for him to begin executing
my code. It would either fry his mind or free him. He hissed when the wifi connection of his teeth jacked into
the handheld. There was a moment of suspended digital animation and then he hit enter on the keyboard. He
screamed beyond terrifying. It was the most inhuman sound I have ever heard. It penetrated deeper than I ever
wanted life to. It sounded like death itself finally triumphant over the last vestiges of our fragile stubborn
existence. 'Damn damn damn man. Shit what the hell is happening to you man?' He answered with more
screams and retching except nothing was coming out. 'Talk to me man, talk to me soldier!' 'They got him good
huh?' What what the hell? I whirled around. A frail man stood there with the eyes of Einstein. 'You are so right
man,' he quipped. 'He's got their hell inside for sure.' 'What the hell are you?' What are you talking about?' 'We
are their slaves now. We are the tech indentured servants man.' 'Stop talking bullshit man the infocalypse has
not started yet. They need his brain.' 'Alright,' he said opening an identical handheld like my screaming friend's
own. 'Come and see for yourself.' I saw but still wouldn't believe. My primitive brain refused to even consider
what I was seeing on the screen. It was at once beautiful and terrifying. I gasped and shuddered as I witnessed
the fateful reprogramming of the human interface.
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For the average computer user Linux conjures geek drama. That was back in the day when that Redmond juggernaut controlled every mouse click and gates were locked against the intrusion of that pesky penguin. Today I dream in Linux as a power user and Linux aficionado. My distro of choice Debian enables me to do everything that Windows said Linux could not do. However with the advent of web applications and their rapid innovation I have to wonder whether we are seeing the end of the OS as we know it? Will their tech egos matter anymore in a web dominated computing world?
I recently bought a Toshiba laptop and immediately installed Debian testing alongside Windows Vista in a dual boot configuration. I felt proud of my achievement because the installation went without a hitch. Disappointment came soon after. When I tried to fire up the web using the wireless in Debian nothing happened. In Vista it worked like fine wine. Thus I became despondent. What is the sense of having a Linux installed if I can't get on the web? Brings us to the question about our relationship with our computers. What is the feature that we value the most on our machines? The ability to get online wins hands down. Without web access we go nuts, floundering around like headless chickens. Doesn't matter what OS you are using if u can't get on the web it don't matter.
Users have been glued to their operating system from since the dawn of the PC. Windows has been the dominant force in that era. Lately we have seen Linux step out of the shadow to grab remarkable market share. Apple's MAC OS dominates as usual in the digital design sector. These different systems compete against each other for greater slices from the money machine but the web as an entity is poised to outdo all of these interfaces. They have tried to imitate the web interface in various ways but a true web OS is still missing. Today's web 2.0 interface is much more attractive to the average end user than their boring computer's interface. With today's ubiquitous high speed net access, people hardly ever think about their operating system. As long as they can get online to chat, social network and play online games, the type of OS is basically disregarded. Boils down to ease of use. Users of Face Book would care less whether it was Apple or Windows they were using to access their page. All they want is access to the Metaverse. MySpace users don't care how they get unto their pages as long as they get there is all that matters.
I eventually got on the net after three whole weeks of scouring the web for a solution. Some modified drivers did the trick for my whacked out wifi card. So now am working and playing on the net like the junkie I am. It definitely feels better surfing online using Debian. I am much more relaxed when it comes to malware and bogus sites. Nevertheless I know that the operating system used to get online will increasingly fade into insignificance as web applications and services get better. With the mobile rage that is about to explode we can definitely count on that shift from PC to a web centric future.
|Home Next To The Exit- A Discourse
Home was Fond Cole forever. A place that haunted me since time made sense. It followed me like a soul sniper. Wherever I traveled the ghetto home world followed close behind, soliciting close to every foreign gate I had entered. It was a drama freak. Loved to remind me of where I had come from and what it meant to keep it real. I never thought the tide would change. Suddenly patriotism turned into bad taste. I was forced to change the rules and I did without remorse.
The last couple years strengthened me for the aftermath. I endured trials by fire and sprayed some of my own into the fray called ghetto home world. Jealousy reigned supreme. It is an ugly widow unsated. I pimped the tech for ghetto fiends and friends for nothing much but my own development and their disregard. The day of reckoning loomed. My peoples left for America igniting a nefarious fire. A sudden nightmare began in earnest that forever changed my conception of home. I stood on the threshold with demons. The sky turned red, the earth shook and then I fled clasping my soul, my love and my art.
Home is next to the exit now. When the times comes, when the situation demands it I train to be willing to drop into the portal at a moment’s notice. Time is now, naked like birthing into hostile space and no time for haunted reminisces. I have reached the understanding of the quintessential transient. I have become the most humble warrior of the quickening time for healing and redemption.
Now that I have forgiven myself I am free to roam. Home is where I was standing a second ago. You can’t invade it. You won’t be able to foreclose it. You only hope is to open your eyes to catch the disappearing window that shimmers in the soul prints I leave behind.
|Have you ever wondered what ubiquitous wifi actually means from a paranoid viewpoint? There have been lots of ramblings about the inevitableness of the world becoming one huge hotspot instead of a billion little wifis. I do love the access but is it not frightening that there will not be a place left where you can close your eyes without the constant simstim in your face? Sometimes I feel the information overload twisting my screws but I can shut it off. The choice is still alive, I can still wipe a tear with human will. No doubt that we are the most tech lusting generation. Our every waking moment defaults to digital. For instance I have just awaken with the notebook next to me on the bed. I reached over, struck the power button before I even stretched out of the sandman’s grip. What if it was the machine that reached over and powered me on? Sometimes I feel like it’s too much. Lots of unnecessary widgets created by hype for web 2.0 insanity. Every time I log into netvibes there’s another startup offering something I don’t even understand that I need. Somehow they will make me need it and then what. I do admire their coding and entrepreneurial skills but I wonder about their motives. I don’t presume to know what the world needs but I do know that right now we are forcing the tech, inventing for its own sake instead of creating because of necessity or even desperation. Some say the future is now. I wonder what the future is. |
I revamped my site finally to get back into the heart of the matter. I am fresh again ready to tackle what is beyond reproach. I see that Tibet is revolting. The politics machine is running scared again. Politics and ideology will be the death of freedom. It's always about fear. Why do we fear so much? You can never win over the masses by terrorizing them. Sometimes I wish I could just shut down the world and realign the fates that keep twisting the facade while we look on helpless. So I will be belligerent here and at seeds of a madness flower. Could be for the better. Could be for its own paranoid sake. In this armageddon everything flips. So here is a flash fiction piece I wrote while waiting for winter to get disappeared and flip to sun.
The Strangest Life
