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symbioidljWell, a few things before I head to bed.
1) I just installed GCC 3.2... It took quite a while to compile. Not too bad, though. Now, I plan on upgrading glibc, but apparently, it looks like I might have to actually deal with kernel shit. And I still am not sure if GCC fully installed properly. I wrote a couple small progs to test (ie: hello world, and a simple i/o question, that asks age and reiterates it back) using both C and C++... It's nice to see C++ using namespaces... Now maybe someday I'll actually put the damned language to use? For what, I've no fucking clue. And now I can see why makefiles are an important thing after compiling the compiler collection. I should learn them some day.
Now here's something actually quasi-interesting from my own brain for once.
I was thinking about virii and bacteria. And how we tend to think of them as entities unto themselves, evolving, of course, to compete with us for our own resources. Basically, not exactly, I'm not a like a biology major. anyways.
I saw the word germ today,(or perhaps I wrote it, I forgot) well, the word was there, and i began to think of the two meanings. As seed and as a virus/bacteria/nasty-microscopic-nemesis... And combining that with my other thought of Pattern/Patriarch and Matrix/Matriarch, and how code requires a substrate. I began to envision a third organism arising out of the interaction of this germs and our bodies. The sickness that results is an entity. It is not actually the virii (of course, they're only quasi-alive themselves), or bacteria that are the real beings struggling to survive. Imagine, instead of two creatures toughing it out on one another, one is the "spermatikos logos" so to speak(that would be the virus) and the other is the matrix/ova substrate upon which the code is etched(this would be our bodies) When our bodies are fertilized, so to speak, by the code-carrying germs, an interaction between two codes creates the action of the sickness. Fever, sweats, chills, vomiting, etc.. Some of these effects as a sickness are designed by our body to eliminate and remove the sickness, but it's also a way for the sickness to utilize our own bodies as carriers. We become, in effect "pod-people" who carry the seed around and are to implant it in others. The virus and human are merely tools to be utilized by some strange sort of oversoul process that arises from the clash of struggle. This could be seen as some sort of dark oversoul warrior spirit, a terrifying banshee nightmare that streaks across the sky in the wake of a horrific battle, the screaming cries of a hundred dead souls all energetically dancing some occultic war-dance. Merging into a darkness, a zeitgeist of hate that sweeps across the land, violently.
The attacking country is the spermatikos logos, the pattern, that which desires to encode itself onto the substrate. The, as it were, empire. It is the active principle of yang. The defending country, then, is the matrix, the mother principle, the recepticle of information. But the mother principle rebels against the domination by the empire(ie: the Muslim world as a whole, or the indigenous struggles around the world) If the mother principle becomes active in her opposition the seed has infected her, and she becomes like her oppressor. She can win, only by not struggling. The way of the yin.
Do not vomit, do not breathe, do not defecate, do not sneeze, do not cough. Plug up all orifices and neither inhale nor exhale. The community can not be infected, until you die, and if they know what's good for them, they will quarantine your corpse in a secluded grove, to be cannibalized by vultures, and absorbed by trees.
The ultimate act of deterritorialization is pissing in your pants. To break the boundaries and rules. Instead of demarcating your own territory out there, you claim what is yours in here. You break societies norms, and are persecuted, but you are free nonetheless. Sure, you may have some stinky, wet pants, but thank god almighty, you are free at last!
Umm. I hope this was enough to make the people that added me recently happy. I know I can be a bit of a bore at times, but when inspiration strikes, go with it, I say.
g'night.
1) I just installed GCC 3.2... It took quite a while to compile. Not too bad, though. Now, I plan on upgrading glibc, but apparently, it looks like I might have to actually deal with kernel shit. And I still am not sure if GCC fully installed properly. I wrote a couple small progs to test (ie: hello world, and a simple i/o question, that asks age and reiterates it back) using both C and C++... It's nice to see C++ using namespaces... Now maybe someday I'll actually put the damned language to use? For what, I've no fucking clue. And now I can see why makefiles are an important thing after compiling the compiler collection. I should learn them some day.
Now here's something actually quasi-interesting from my own brain for once.
I was thinking about virii and bacteria. And how we tend to think of them as entities unto themselves, evolving, of course, to compete with us for our own resources. Basically, not exactly, I'm not a like a biology major. anyways.
I saw the word germ today,(or perhaps I wrote it, I forgot) well, the word was there, and i began to think of the two meanings. As seed and as a virus/bacteria/nasty-microscopic-nemesis... And combining that with my other thought of Pattern/Patriarch and Matrix/Matriarch, and how code requires a substrate. I began to envision a third organism arising out of the interaction of this germs and our bodies. The sickness that results is an entity. It is not actually the virii (of course, they're only quasi-alive themselves), or bacteria that are the real beings struggling to survive. Imagine, instead of two creatures toughing it out on one another, one is the "spermatikos logos" so to speak(that would be the virus) and the other is the matrix/ova substrate upon which the code is etched(this would be our bodies) When our bodies are fertilized, so to speak, by the code-carrying germs, an interaction between two codes creates the action of the sickness. Fever, sweats, chills, vomiting, etc.. Some of these effects as a sickness are designed by our body to eliminate and remove the sickness, but it's also a way for the sickness to utilize our own bodies as carriers. We become, in effect "pod-people" who carry the seed around and are to implant it in others. The virus and human are merely tools to be utilized by some strange sort of oversoul process that arises from the clash of struggle. This could be seen as some sort of dark oversoul warrior spirit, a terrifying banshee nightmare that streaks across the sky in the wake of a horrific battle, the screaming cries of a hundred dead souls all energetically dancing some occultic war-dance. Merging into a darkness, a zeitgeist of hate that sweeps across the land, violently.
The attacking country is the spermatikos logos, the pattern, that which desires to encode itself onto the substrate. The, as it were, empire. It is the active principle of yang. The defending country, then, is the matrix, the mother principle, the recepticle of information. But the mother principle rebels against the domination by the empire(ie: the Muslim world as a whole, or the indigenous struggles around the world) If the mother principle becomes active in her opposition the seed has infected her, and she becomes like her oppressor. She can win, only by not struggling. The way of the yin.
Do not vomit, do not breathe, do not defecate, do not sneeze, do not cough. Plug up all orifices and neither inhale nor exhale. The community can not be infected, until you die, and if they know what's good for them, they will quarantine your corpse in a secluded grove, to be cannibalized by vultures, and absorbed by trees.
The ultimate act of deterritorialization is pissing in your pants. To break the boundaries and rules. Instead of demarcating your own territory out there, you claim what is yours in here. You break societies norms, and are persecuted, but you are free nonetheless. Sure, you may have some stinky, wet pants, but thank god almighty, you are free at last!
Umm. I hope this was enough to make the people that added me recently happy. I know I can be a bit of a bore at times, but when inspiration strikes, go with it, I say.
g'night.
