encyclopedia eidolica

A current reference document about my setup at home.

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There are times when I miss living alone.

We got the keys last Friday.

Over the years I’ve come to realise that a few threads I’ve focussed on in my career are the same line: the discomfort of technological abstraction explicitly stated in our earlier games the movement toward New Computers, theorising novel network topologi…

Since writing this post a handful of reflections have been posted in response or in addition to it, including “Building a Lifeboat” by 7666 and “Close This World” by Nyx Land.

I’ve had a few gap periods in my life; while they started out freeform, over the years a sabbatical or a break would come to have an inherent focus, a meaning behind it.

O Almighty God, the Father of all blessings, by whose hands the earth was made and by whose hands we now receive this meal: Grant that we, partaking of Thy bounty, may become Thy hands to feed the world; may our gifts become children of Thine endless gift;

I’ve come to a realisation lately that while I’ve been circling the drain the past year trying to nail down what “participation” literally means, trying to make the leap from theology to action in an actual, systematised way; doing more than intuitive lea…

As my friend circles begin a strangely unified cycle—starting new creative works all around the same time—the question of how one goes about writing a story has come up regularly.

The encyclopedia eidolica is assembled with a single Ruby script and Makefile.

In several conversations with a friend I was invited to revisit some prior beliefs I had posited on the relationship between the environment and the self; at various times in my life this position has reversed, then reversed again, but I think it’s reachi…

In the months since I wrote on participation I’ve had to actually grapple with the consequences of my choice to avoid all animal products derived from factory farming practices; to play through my intuitions in the real world.

Two variations. for the living Almighty God, whose mercy embraces all those who despair: grant us the grace to be Your hands and Your heart to those among us who suffer, that they may receive Your consolation in this life, and find rest in Your endless em…

O Heavenly Father, who didst call thy servant André Guindon to teach that our desires, rightly ordered in tenderness and mutual self-giving, participates in Thy divine love: Grant us grace, through thy Holy Spirit, that we may neither use nor be used, but…

While it’s true that I’ve been doing some deeper ethical investigations, I’ve had a hard time applying it to livelihood; it’s always felt like there is no way to get everything to align, so I would have to just pick one part that I liked, and optimise for…

In computers, generationally I was trying to gesture at the fact that in all the biographies of the computer pioneers, it’s clear they had a very different relationship to computers than we did.

In various conversations with my partner the past six months I came to realise that my beliefs were often founded on intuitions I still felt were sound enough to rely upon, but that I didn’t really apply them to anything.

I’ve often thought of intelligence less as an essential status than a participative process; human intelligence the habitual commitment to one’s respective, idiosyncratic process of deduction.

It’s not easy to get a yahoo.co.jp email address.

In continuing to overthink the consumption of video games I’ve been idly going through André Guindon’s The Sexual Language, which is a Vatican II era explication of sexual morality and meaning that tries to go outside pure “code moralism” and repression to

From lectures on the Gospel of St.

I could be sitting in a cafe, with the plates clattering as I’m supposed to be reading a book.

There was a custom on the internet at one point where someone would often use the same handle everywhere.

and i will love you in our smallest time, and i will love you in long and ruined age and i will love you in our union suff’ring and i will love you in our happy fire and i will love you as you scatter smiles and i will love you as it dilutes into days, and

I’ve tried to articulate this before but I feel like it’s continually evolving.

What makes programming so engaging is that, while you can make the computer do what you want, you have to figure out how […] One of the reasons people have become so enamored with computers is that they enable you to experience the new worlds you can crea…

The spectre of .hack hands me to this day.

It’s hard to ignore while in Japan that my Japanese is like my piano is like my French: completely unstructured, little fragments of coherence and understanding try to paper over a whole world of non-understanding and it leads to this feeling of … promise,

I’ve been constructing a syllabus for my media consumption over the next half-year and, of course, I have a lot of video games on it.

This article describes a philosophy and rationale to the usage of the encyclopedia eidolica.

In the past few years I’ve emerged from a period of “seeing, but not saying.”

And all will spiral into sunlight, the dirt inside my mother, remembering how it smiled itself in specks, the last of atoms blinding upward, a moment of reflecting back at faces, every one in hatred isolation finding out the sorrow in a soup, the loneliest

Sitting on me like a wreath the Breath– like handshakes meeting and dispersing water– recasts itself, pretends itself alive, sloughing off the real disgusting tower.

Young (2013 CC BY-SA) Following my lenten mania I cut the cord on my streaming services.

My child, she did not even fuss, the days were tranquil weather, ripped apart in cramps, nothing lost or questioned long, nothing gone awry or reeling back to God, ibid.

A patient tempest gathers up the tide.

When a man averts his will and sets to praise the notes of forests, almost nourished by embrace and sight of pine and water– what to call it but an alter’s “passion”?

they dot the sky like freckles. they linger they are our first recordings. who am i to have never struck a bargain with our masters cushioned by the solitude the total isolation in the warmth of a humid, scarred field?