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or as we call it.... the latest greek drama.

 

if things get to a vote on the coming Sunday

it's going to be a big and definite NO.

What people don't understand is that

however catastrophic an exit from the Euro might be,

the austerity measures so far have been equally catastrophic.

the majority of middle class is destroyed to the point they consider they

have nothing else to lose.

 

what worries me is that this might end up in civil war

[worse case scenario but considering our history... not implausible].

 

[I had to stop derailing the Amsterdam thread]

 

I just took the time to read the late Lester Zombie's Facebook Obit.  It was touching.  I remember him fondly.

 

One thing I did not understand about 'Lester's' (I refrain from using his Christian name) life, was how successful he was in living 'Interstitially'.  That is, he was like a weed growing between the cracks in the cement. 

 

I don't think he had a job or a regular income.  It was only when his father passed that he had, adequate housing.  I don't think he was starving.  And, when he finally passed, it was from old age and 'a hard life'.  I suspect with more care in his middle-years, he would still be here.

Lester lived 'between the cracks'. 

 

My question is: "How hard is it, to life 'Interstitially'?

 

BTW, there are so few people like Lester in the Forum today.  I lament his demise.

 

 

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New registrations are not permitted currently. Already registered? Sign in here."

 

I forgot my Login ID.  To take the "easy way out", I decided to create a new ID.  I received the above message. 

 

No new members are allowed. 

 

I dug deep and finally cam up with a working WGB login.

 

Is this the beginning of the end for WGB?  With no new Wigbers, eventually people will 'age off' (like MoM and Digital Primate) or pass (like Lester Zombie) and that will be the end of WGB?

 

A clever idea in a Scandanavian airport was to arrange stationary bicycles hooked to generators in a circle to recharge devices.

TPP, TiPP and TISA treaties appear to be a massive power grab by the world corportocracy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diRUQBckMn8

 

Hi, y'all--dunno if anyone has read (listened to?) "The Peripheral" on the audio-cd yet, but I'm 2/3 through it, and it's rocking my world...admittedly, going through a rough patch right now, so looking for some distraction, but hey, I've read this thing and absolutely loved the book--delightful, revealing, imaginative, uncredibly sad, and yes, uplifting. But the experience in the car (loooong housecalls and trip thereto) is a whole difference, because of the inability to race through the words. The reader is marvelous, and just right for this material--pithy, measured. Lovely. Anyone in Los Angeles next week, pop by Hollywood Forever --performing w artist Butch Walker--say hi, Take care all, Stephen 'Doc' Patt

 

get ready for another crazy tv week for eurpoe

1st prelims are tomorrow night.

 

One thing's for sure. we're not even making finals this year. thank goodness!!!!

 

I'm not across it enough to know where in the cycle we're up to, but I'd hate us to forget and miss out.

 

Someone wanna set up Chatsubo v3.0, or reactivate last year's league for this year, at the appropriate time?

 

I'm hearing all this praise for "Ex Machina" as a sci-fi masterpiece. “Ex Machina” is barely even a Sci-fi film, let alone a sci-fi masterpeice. It’s more akin to a creaky gothic maiden-in-distress horror story than a glimpse into the future. William Gibson must be turning over in his hard drive over the praise this lightweight, android-version of “The Story of O” is receiving.

 

There was a time when the future looked quite bright, indeed, and that was from behind the black shades of ‘Sixties Ray Bans. Trips to the moon were actually taking place instead of being debunked on the internet. And in the sci-fi classic, “The Tenth Victim,” Ursula Andress writhing in a miniskirt to the abstract jazz of Piero Piccioni promised even sex in the future would be better, too, at least much more interesting.

Then suddenly came along HAL9000 — the archly wheedling, we-hope-you-enjoy-your-trip steward  of “2001: A Space Odyssey” — and dark-minded Stanley Kubrick prophesied that maybe trekking in all those gleaming spaceships might just prove as dull as a cross-country Greyhound excursion and that those data-spewing Univacs may not have in mind handing over the Meaning of Life, but delivering the final blow to ours.

Maybe that’s when we should have started pulling the plugs.

But then a generation fell hopeless and inextricably in love with technology. There was social networking, YouTube, underage sexting, and funny pre-made memes to express their most profound thoughts for them — all without the tiresome honing of skills of self-expression. And that is why — despite the warnings of a few somewhat tech-savvy folk like Stephen Hawking and Elon Musk — the near-presence of the Singularity, the moment when machines finally step up to the plate as the next-big thing, is seen by some more like the arrival of a new iPhone than the sudden devaluation of organic life — including our own.

Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe the Singularity will be cool. Awesome, even. Maybe the Baby Boomers are just too damn cynical after “Colossus: the Forbin Project,” “Soylent Green,” “Blade Runner,” Three Mile Island and, now, the NSA. Maybe they’re missing out on the new Space Race enthusiasm this generation has for One Planet, Under Google.

Or maybe they haven’t had their HAL moment yet.

Unlike Mr. Gibson's thoughtful exploration of life being the circuit board, "Ex Machina's" sci-fi is as hoary as any bodice ripper I’ve ever come across. 

A slightly mad (and hungover) scientist creates a Bluebeard’s boudoir of female automatons and keeps them prisoner in his isolated castle. And the young visitor who knocks innocently on his door — like a young traveler from a Poe tale, or foolish Jonathan Harker — suddenly finds himself inexplicable drawn to this eerie, yet comely young maiden who may or may not be a prisoner. There is scarcely a fresh idea in the film and only a few thrown-about lines concerning artificial intelligence and nods to Google-esque wealth modernize it. Most mismanaged of all is a heavy handed dose of pyscho-sexual malaise and gleaming artificial flesh which makes “Ex Machina’ seem less like a visionary exploration of the 21st Century’s scariest possibility — the singularity — than a peek into a binder of inappropriate Victoriana. The transcendence of artificial intelligence and it’s implications are hardly touched upon and instead “Ex Machina” focuses on a tacky story of misplaced lust, which felt equally awkward when it was explored in 1881 in “The Tales of Hoffman” and that protagonist’s self-deception over falling for the mechanical doll, Olympia. It feels less Golden Age sci-fi than vintage Red Shoes Diary.  As far as the films direction, it's middling at best. A stylistic rehash of trendy soft-focus shots ala an Apple commerical. 

 

There’s always been a kind of thoughtfulness and restraint that accompanies classic science fiction. It’s both clinical as a white lab coat — asking that you listen intently, lest you flub your notes on the theory being sermonized — and sweetly respectable as the tweed coat-fitted professor you’re supposed to bestow awe on for his erudite meanderings.

I admit I was anxious to sign up for the lecture “Ex Machina” promised, as it dangled the fascinating subject of AI and the singularity as it core but, instead, “Ex Machina”  plays out less like Asimov than servo-driven de Sade. 

That’s why as I science fiction purist, I felt myself increasingly pulling away from “Ex Machina.” There’s a tawdriness that permeates the film and the story of the sweet-faced  female robot being held prisoner by her Google-Age Dr. Frankenstein. About 20 minutes into the movie my hopes sank for seeing a smart little sci-fi film, when realized I wasn’t going to be treated to speculation, but titillation. 

So will “Ex Machina” be the film that challenges a generation over the error of its ways in so blindly falling for technology? Unfortunately not. No one is going to be leaving the theater desperately texting: “Hey, dude, turn off your freaking computer now!”

Which is a shame, because that’s the stuff of great sci-fi.

 

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Has anyone ever actually constructed a Fuckedness Index? Ever since reading the line in Spook Country, I have been trying to apply it to my perception particularly of Vienna fashion, but feel like I need some more precise quantification instruments.

 

I would be very thankful for tips about interesting work that may have already been done in this direction.

 

As token of friendliness, accept this sparrow enclosed in the Vienna airport.

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sincerely, Ann Cotten

 
 
 
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