XXIIVV

Mox aestat deb termin, ne ab die plus brev, ne ab tempor plus frigid, sed nam me in fin claud Ulysses, qui e es aestat intent de me.

I have three talks lined up, and coming up quite fast, about digital archival and esoteric computation models.

I'm entertaining the idea of writing a second assembler, one written in a higher-level language than Uxntal.

You have one of those morbid friends who wear only black, who write only in Forth and that modern times have all but left to linger, undead among the coaxial cables.

DEVINE LU LINVEGA PLOPPED DOWN WITH a copy of Ulysses.

From across glass rectangles, the homba peer at the tiny ship rocked by a violent wake.

I thought, how different it would be to be old.

Long sunny days softly swaying around our anchor, turning this way, warm rays sweep across the galley, now this way, a breeze lifts specks of fragrant dust off the basil leaves, with nothing to do.

I am not too proud to say I'm wrong when I am, so there, I was, I'll admit it.

Back in January, I received a message asking something like: "How did the permacomputers predict-?"

"You're going to-", a slit throat for good measure but really, it was the arrow.

Lee Tusman sent me this graphic design book A Co-Program For Graphic Design, in it were a few pages about Hilbert, Peano, and briefly mentioning Formulario Mathematico, a book written in Giuseppe's own Latin Sin Flexion.

I just turned one of those bold, round numbers that invites metaphysical thoughts about Time.

They're still up, preparing for bed, watching a film, reading?

In classical logic, bindings are inexhaustible so if a formula proves something from x, you can use x ten times, zero times, it doesn’t matter.

Rek and I have just returned from a delightful couple of days deep in the wintry Spanish countryside, holed up in a labyrinthine medieval monastery with the Ink & Switch team.

Isn't just wonderful that clothes come with their sources?

Back in 2006, when the XXIIVV logo was created, web 2.0 aesthetics were in full swing, outer glows and shiny vertical gradients were everywhere.

I've had the growing impression, in recent years, that it has become thoroughly uncool to try your best.

I find myself wandering the once familiar streets of Nightfall, following the intermittent buzzing of a flickering neon bulb toward what used to be a bustling part of town.

Spent the last few days between Bregenz and Hohenems, in Austria, for the Ultramateria festival.

Dogwood, camellia, hazel, jasmin, hellebore, snowdrop, holy.

We ought to purge the division operator from the curriculum.

I started off by getting the attendees to mimic my movements, standing on one of the stage monitors.

A searing hot shower, fresh unwilted vegetables, new old shoes and a spray of fragrant golden leaves all conspire, during the fretful hours of the night when a few sleepless neurons can't seem to riddle out why the wind is not pivoting us around the ancho…

It had been a very long time since I last gathered enough songs to release an album, I wish I could say that life got in the way, or something excusable like that, but in truth, when I released that last album, I felt like I had just about written all that

Once again, I find myself wasting valuable scientific computing equipment on clerical work.

Warm gusts passing through blackberry bushes on the shoreline carry with them that distractingly sweet summer smell inside the companionway, making it difficult not to want to be out there, either cycling or skating.

Midau Wiktopher a Solresol do tam, de tiu miusi, tout'lotau tiu momau.

I've received a few messages asking about workout plans, and like I've said before, I am the last person you want to take advice from.

Spent a few days making Polycat with Rek for Catjam 2025.

A couple of months ago, on the train to Strange Loop, I had the good fortune of sharing a cabin with Anders, whom I had just met and who shared with me a way of guessing at the correct settings for shooting with a broken light meter using a technique call…

Before casting off from Victoria, we wondered if it'd be enjoyable, or even safe to work out aboard Pino.

While we are hauling out Pino, my laptop is safely stored in the chart-table.

It's happening!

Over the years, by haphazardly filling-in missing details to the docs as questions arose, I've let the Uxntal language pages grow into a tangled and overgrown labyrinthine mess that oftener threw folks into opaque dead-ends than answer questions.

I was recently reminded of that paper about how flat origami is Turing-complete, and of how I never did attempt to fold one of these for myself.

Spring is finally poking its nose in Victoria and messing around on the computer is the last thing on my mind at the moment.

I recently came across Increpare's lovely Flickgame project.

For a while now, I've been feeling like I've sort of maxed out on programming, not to say that I know everything there is to know about the topic, but that I've learned enough to shape software in exactly the way I need to tackle the problems I typically…

I've had various little undocumented utilities hanging around that didn't share a clear connection in terms of design.

Trying to bridge the gap between rewriting systems and interaction nets, I gave a second look at McCulloch & Pitts neural nets.

Some months ago, attendees of the Handmade Seattle conference expressed their grievances with the conference in regards to its pivoting to include talks with mentions of social justice awareness and a slightly more diverse panel of speakers, at the cost of

It has become something of a yearly ritual to take the first few days of the year to write a new implementation of the compiler I use daily.

I've been trying to take it easy, but it has been difficult.

Spending the holidays with family, between eating and sleeping too much, I sometimes sneak in a few moments on the computer to listen to music and tackle a few curiosities, but otherwise, I'm trying to keep off the keyboard.

Back from Seattle, where I had the immense pleasure of sharing a few days with kind, passionate and most of all wonderful individuals, some I had crossed paths with already, others, new faces that I am now looking forward to see once more.

October came and went, ideas piled up in notebooks, but I kept on drawing.

Three weeks!

This is what I should have done last year when between the research for Strange Loop, daily maintenance of active projects, and implementation of new ones, code was what I only ever read or wrote about for weeks on end.