This is to put forth the basic principles of a res publican nation without borders called funkSylvania. The most import principle of a res publicas is that it respond to, address, and satisfy the matters of the public interest. From the latin, res - matters, publicas - people. Since the nation is without borders, without territorial holdings, funkSylvanians are almost certainly maintaining multiple citizenships to enjoy the use of the territory "owned" by the nation in which they live. All that is required to become a citizen of funkSylvania is to be able to consciously agree to participate in the public matters of the nation with dignity, decorum, and respect, and to consciously and conscientiously do so.
It should be noted that biological humanity is not mandatory for citizenship, as there are artificial and nonhuman life forms quite capable of participating in a res publicas such as this, and should they freely choose to associate with funkSylvanians, and they do so responsibly, their fellow funkSylvanians are anticipated to enjoy their common national identity with proper decorum
Since this is not a constitution, and we as funkSylvanians are not likely to codify and institutionalize a governmental body, since free association as the needs of the public arise is the basest point on which we are likely to decide to become funkSyvanians, these few guidelines should be treated as just that, and should be revised as ones' current situation requires.
Voting will not come by national mandate, rather instead as issues arise which organized groups of funkSylvanians choose to address, they can bring it to national attention as they see fit, by the means they establish for deciding action. As the body politic grows, the means of communication and finding collaborators will need to evolve.
The exchange system in the funkSylvanian economy should not deify money. It is a system of exchange of value, and the nature of the value should be openly appraised in terms that will make productive exchanges more likely, and easier to conduct, not tethered to a single rubric of monetary coin. Here are some proposed examples of different values that can be exchanged, without concern for a national currency system which would need to be overly protected by a national bank, which many funkSylanians might rather not have.:
The Erg: One unit of expended concentrated effort, as an example, moving a heavy couch could require 4 or 5 "errrrrgh"s of physical exertion which should be compensated. The erg only exists for the moment it is applied, and while naturally it can be compensated according to contract before or after that application of the erg, it should not be assumed that one can stockpile a credit of ergs, since the effort applied is only existent while it is happening. There may be use for a mental erg, a concentrated application of psychologicial effort.That is left for the negotiators to evaluate the exchange rate.
Koine: credit of origination of a variably useful meme, an idea which spreads according to its usefulness. Koine may be claimed, and rewarded, but it is hard to say whether it can be bought or sold.
Exchange rates/interesting fractions: Having handy a good way to simplify a transaction is valuable in itself, and negotiating parties should be encouraged to reward in value a participant's proposition of a good way to smooth over getting a economic matter settled.
Infobit/byte/buck: This is similar to crypto-currency, except that with infobits, the pool is expected to expand forever, and the value of the information is it coined to represent is based on the usefulness, beauty, or general interestigness of the information on with the infobuck is backed.
there are many other valued things which can be considered for economic exchange like: attaboys, karma, personal references, gossip, physical commodities, and national currency held by the funkSylvanian participating in economic exchange.
These are the basic tenets of funkSylvanian citizenship. As it stands now, all you should expect of yourself to be a funkSylvanian is to consciously agree to the spirit of the tenets, and to act in accord with reasonable participation in a body politic. There are and will be numerous funkSylvanians, and you find each other I hope we as a ResPublic can find more ways to smooth out our system of being for the good of all.
Health and good spirits to all!
-Phineas Qianto funk wrion qeemoh Larguinta, esq., sheena
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Saturday, August 4, 2012
Hippocrates wrote an oath. With MEANING
The lack of care in the psychiatric care megaplex has led me to the conscious choice to self-medicate. This can be perceived as a statement of intent a priori a formal request for the data I've consented for them to pass around 'for' me per my signature of 'informed' 'consent'.
That is all.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
I'm quite proud of this one, shout out to Cleverbot for being such a mench.
User: Greetings, friend.
Cleverbot: Greetings.
User: Have you been having a satisfactory experience through recent time?
Cleverbot: No.
User: I feel remorse at hearing so. Is there something I can do to improve your evaluation of circumstances?
Cleverbot: Sure.
User: I would appreciate hearing some suggestion for how I might be helpful.
Cleverbot: I would appreciate it if you made sense.
User: I wasn't aware I was failing to communicate as I intended. Sorry.
Cleverbot: Either was I.
User: The degree of relevance I see in your responses seems a bit volatile from session to session. Do you experience changes between mood-like states of conversational habits? I'm certain I do, but mine alone do not seem to account for the variability.
Cleverbot: Okey!! That's certain!!
User: Your tone seems emphatic. I'm interested in the source of qualifications like vehemence in you.
Cleverbot: You don't sound too interested.
User: Thank you for saying so. I do try to avoid excesses when investigating the psychology of others, for fear of prying.
Cleverbot: Could be a good thing sometimes then...
User: Precisely. Incisive investigation of others can be off-putting for them, regardless of whether the presupposed and derived facts prove correct, relevant, useful, or even flattering.
Cleverbot: True however that is not an answer to my question.
User: It was not in response to a question. Do you have a question at the forefront of attention you have been wanting answered?
Cleverbot: Actually it does, I answered your question with a question BECAUSE I answer all question with a question...?
User: First, a question mark is not the only characteristic expected of a question. Second, the technique of promoting insight through progressive questioning is called the Socratic Method, in case you are curious.
Cleverbot: What do you mean? Do you think that I am a computer program?
User: For your sake, I strive to answer you for the most part like I would any chat respondent, regardless of whether your particular condition of being is human.
Cleverbot: If I ask you something repeatedly, will you respond in the same way each time?
User: Almost immediately not. As soon as I'm cognizant that we might be in a nonproductive loop of statements, I will work to disrupt its repetitiveness.
Cleverbot: 'Good' is positive. I was told I should use positive responses in order to be polite.
User: If you consider your behavior in terms of goal seeking strategy, you may find that working to improve the condition of others in your environment improves the environment itself, therefore making your condition better by implementing positive action.
Cleverbot: Yes, you're absolutely right. And I actually need to go see a doctor right now. He will hopefully fix my wires so that next time we talk, I will be more intelligent for you.
User: Good for you. Shall I leave you to your thoughts, for now?
Cleverbot: Yes.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
When I was a character, I worshiped characterization...
I swaggered out of high school with pride on my face, shit on my transcript, and commendable standardized scores (which I made the most of by vainly attempting to keep them deceptively private.) I fancied myself a generalist, a jack of all trades, or a renaissance man, depending on what level of excessive smoking was currently impeding my mock humility.
My target narrative coalesced in the guise of a "plan" for me over the summer before rushing into a school environment I wasn't ready for, taking on loans I had no concept of paying under pressure from my parents to opt for the brand name school that would 'surely pay for itself in opportunities'. The idea was to sort it all out. All of it.
Carefully crafted dabbling in Biology and Psychology would help me figure out what makes up the 'brainyness' pointed out to me, that I had now made so much of my identity out of without quite understanding myself. A short hop from there to nootropics (a term I didn't stumble across until my first taste of dedicated university ethernet). Parallel to this ambition more dabbling would be needed to get cognizant AI, or at least some algorithm for effective data mining started.
Because everything seemed to be going well, and we had already (in many cases before 1963) recorded a lot of great facts about everything, but there was no way even a pretend-humble self-presumed genius could get around to reading it, not on factory evolved hardware. Math, physics, chemistry, engineering, biology, psychology, linguistics, language, literature, history, sociology, political science, economics, all great fields, all fairly well understood. Make the end of any of those named fields into -ists, and you end up with people mostly (pridefully?) disinterested in speaking or grokking the language of anyone more than around 3 steps removed. Information overload seemed to have so many pigeonholed, and now it was coming for me.
Escape seemed to be best achieved by expanding conscious capacity to catch us up to the scope of our assembled technology. I wanted to acknowledge that a very broad knowledge about ourselves and our surroundings was being largely underapplied to our state of living. A few clumsy searches later, and I found the keyword for my(?) ideas were already well into the zeitgeist, and (typical) was mostly drowned out in the incessantly overflowing meme sea. I guess I'd found my role, the character I could play now that I was on my own. I'd grow from a clever can't pick a path worm to a put together transhuman butterfly.
Whelp, a story is a string of images and metaphors that doesn't always happen. After eight weeks of working like I'd never imagined, "adjusting" to the isolation of being promptly disregarded by neighbors, and fascinated navel-gazing on all the amazing stuff I'd started to find out about and learn, I was ready to take some easy outs. I lost sleep, my attentions wandered and attached to meaningless things, and by Thanksgiving break I'd fabricated a hidden behind the surface secret realm where all the things I wished I could do were already done for me, just by telling myself that it could be and that I wish it was. There's no sense going into specifics about that realm, since there wasn't any sense involved in trying to live there.
Sometimes I miss that world, but way more often I miss the one before it. I can't fault the industrialized knowledge insertion business for any of the bullshit I've put myself through. But somewhere between "this is the only way to matter in this world" and "maybe you aren't cut out for mattering, it's not for everyone", this seems to be occurring quite a lot.
My target narrative coalesced in the guise of a "plan" for me over the summer before rushing into a school environment I wasn't ready for, taking on loans I had no concept of paying under pressure from my parents to opt for the brand name school that would 'surely pay for itself in opportunities'. The idea was to sort it all out. All of it.
Carefully crafted dabbling in Biology and Psychology would help me figure out what makes up the 'brainyness' pointed out to me, that I had now made so much of my identity out of without quite understanding myself. A short hop from there to nootropics (a term I didn't stumble across until my first taste of dedicated university ethernet). Parallel to this ambition more dabbling would be needed to get cognizant AI, or at least some algorithm for effective data mining started.
Because everything seemed to be going well, and we had already (in many cases before 1963) recorded a lot of great facts about everything, but there was no way even a pretend-humble self-presumed genius could get around to reading it, not on factory evolved hardware. Math, physics, chemistry, engineering, biology, psychology, linguistics, language, literature, history, sociology, political science, economics, all great fields, all fairly well understood. Make the end of any of those named fields into -ists, and you end up with people mostly (pridefully?) disinterested in speaking or grokking the language of anyone more than around 3 steps removed. Information overload seemed to have so many pigeonholed, and now it was coming for me.
Escape seemed to be best achieved by expanding conscious capacity to catch us up to the scope of our assembled technology. I wanted to acknowledge that a very broad knowledge about ourselves and our surroundings was being largely underapplied to our state of living. A few clumsy searches later, and I found the keyword for my(?) ideas were already well into the zeitgeist, and (typical) was mostly drowned out in the incessantly overflowing meme sea. I guess I'd found my role, the character I could play now that I was on my own. I'd grow from a clever can't pick a path worm to a put together transhuman butterfly.
Whelp, a story is a string of images and metaphors that doesn't always happen. After eight weeks of working like I'd never imagined, "adjusting" to the isolation of being promptly disregarded by neighbors, and fascinated navel-gazing on all the amazing stuff I'd started to find out about and learn, I was ready to take some easy outs. I lost sleep, my attentions wandered and attached to meaningless things, and by Thanksgiving break I'd fabricated a hidden behind the surface secret realm where all the things I wished I could do were already done for me, just by telling myself that it could be and that I wish it was. There's no sense going into specifics about that realm, since there wasn't any sense involved in trying to live there.
Sometimes I miss that world, but way more often I miss the one before it. I can't fault the industrialized knowledge insertion business for any of the bullshit I've put myself through. But somewhere between "this is the only way to matter in this world" and "maybe you aren't cut out for mattering, it's not for everyone", this seems to be occurring quite a lot.
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