Conversations with…


I’d like to givuh SHOUTout to spiders because they geddahbad rep buddhat silk has tensile strength greater than steel of the same weight…maybe next time seeing one of them 8-legged motherfuckers crawl out from under the couch or descending from above or spindling that magnificent silk in some forgotten orthogonal meeting of three planes, before the ritual of overreaction which leads to: frenetic movement, shrill noises, some form of paper whether it be: towel, toilet, tissue, and the fast-twitch nab “gotcha sucka”; PAUSE for a moment before heroically annihilating and ask that miniature anarch-arachnid, just say to it, “Hey, spider, I know you’re supposed to be more afraid of us than we are of you, but you’re a spider so the word afraid probably doesn’t register, nor does any word, nor sound…but hey, for the sake of this hypothetical let me just ask you how do you make that silk so fucking STRONG?” Cut to spider hanging by his thread: “Well, GIANT DEATH THING (that’s you), if words are a more optimal means to secure a future existence than the usual: 1. Run away and hide; If not possible then: 2. Don’t move (ceiling); if not possible then: 3. ATTACK!!!, then I will tell you the spider virtues that all spiders follow: 1. Patience; 2. Complexity from simpliciterations; 3. Efficient optimization of space and resources; 4. SYMMETRY…

During which you interrupt that damn spider, “What the fuck, spiderman, I want to know how to make the fucking silk itself, the biochemistry, and you’re just giving me a lesson in spider philosophy. I don’t care about why, I only need my ho-hum-handy-how. I already know everything for Man I Am. Silly spider…don’t you know?…No?…You think we are the unknowing?…

Spider: First, let’s clear something up: Spiderman is an ignorant, delusional,  superegomaniacal nonhero and disgrace to spiders everywhere. He merely gets in the way, causes destruction and confusion, and consciously exposes himself to losing his life to gravity. Speaking of ego: ummcuzlike, though you can perceive-FEAR the transcendentALLing ascenDANCE to consciousness…andandand, and the unityversatile convalergence of divergence; allallall the infinitely iterative generation of representations? andcuzlikeumm, after one spacetime-you-nity and diffselfsimilar spacetime-you-nity unify in a singusensational cumming2gether of 2nity-as-1ity to procreeyoonifornicate their very own newnity, you ahhhhhwaken immersed in universal consciousness, timeflow, and the representational memory of all past evolution; equipped with the ability to sense the gridfield spacetime; the capacity to store, process, compare, learn, and imagine all the possibilities…

You (interrupting): Wait, wait, wait…1) whywhatwherewhenhow did you become all-knowing?; 2) you’re proving my point geethankspiderguy…

Spider: Let me finish you impatient monster: THOUGH you have the freedom to create and interact/change yourself and your environment as a conscious representation of universal, infinite complexity in structure and form within a closed, compact, connected being ideally sizescaled to perceive the limits of the arbitrarily small and arbitrarily large (the physical realizations of the theoretical zero and infinity)…you are all of this unity of nature and life and the universe and knowledge and memory, yet you turn yourselves into defective, destructive robots. You learn nothing from the self-sustaining antifragility of natural systems; you create false logic and use it to manipulate yourselves and others; you despair at the insignifutility and onlylonlyness of life when you become pathetically needy for attention, and if you find somebodies to tolerate your solipsism, you use them until they leave you alonely repeating cycles spiraling into the void…

“ENOUGH! THESE ARE YOUR LAST WORDS,” you screamshatter. “Humans have conquered Earth, and we have tools and computers and our own Web to do our bidding, but you wouldnt know about those. I ask one more time for the code for the protein.” And the spider, sensing this isn’t going well, desperate to survive this sudden confrontation with Death, but unwilling to surrender his pride pleads, “Come on, Man, Im tellin ya all I know. You think I have the answer to the question of why does silk come out of my ass? I’m a spider, not much goin on but this here silk and my instincts, so I don’t ask questions. Humans can’t even figure out how a spider in nature makes silk? If you can perceive and study Nature in all of its self-sustaining, system-efficiency-optimizing formfunctionality, and your response is to subjugate, waste, deny, and kill at will Earth-be-damned (why conquer at the potential complete loss of conquered). Then dominant species my [silk] ass.”

And indeed, those were its last, soundless words.


On Reading 1 (or Quantum Field Theory of Literature; or On Finnegan’s Wake 1)

The paradoxcycle dilemmena: the langauge theories (gauges more typtopically ordered to put the Four Forcemen of the Antipocolypse (BANG!) into their group theorhetorical cages to prove onceandforall, onallstages fourallayges, the symmetrickly (it’s super!) allelegance and the scaley invariance undoudubitably sphericentral to our infinidismal variexistence) novel is all about rhymerhythm and flow (from swerve of shore to bend of bay), which requires the reader ‘listen’ carefully, meaning quite literally sounding out everything on the page in or out the head. Honestly, it’s a distinct advantage to have engaged in conversation with or to have listened to one or the more the merrier for a significant length of time enough to pick up some idiomatic or colloquial language, to experience the cadence and inf(l)ections and the compoundplexity: the constant fissioning and fusioning of so many of the words we’ve come to know and love forward momentum in the writing: read it on the page hear it in the head


On Politics 1 (or Argumentation)

Two Heads, One Body:

Typical ‘political’ issues are misguided and reductive. There’s the issue itself and the illusion of this two-sided argument that’s already explicated and requires little to no original thought on which to base one’s own opinion. Instead of organically synthesizing arguments or voices regarding the matter at hand from experience and gathering, processing, and analsynthesis of information (essay on the five senses and differential geometry coming soon) filtered through the brain to prevent the noise from overwhelming the signal, the majority more or less picks a side and spews preexisting bullshit at the other like children outside at recess arguing about a game of whatever.

Sorry kids I’m not saying you spew bullshit per se, but these arguments are localized, and the motive is to assert dominance rather than persuade…which is acceptable to an extent when at play, but because kids are likely mimicking, consciously or un-, what they’ve absorbserved from adult interaction supposedly instilled with experience and maturity, though frequently regressing to playground-conflict-like proselytization, there exists an unacceptability vector pointed towards these nebulous authority figures.

The first-order issue is why does this second-order issue exist? The drug issue became a ‘war’ against drug trafficking and its inherent violence (partly a function of its illegality, but this isn’t an essay about legality, it’s about responsibility) when the primary problem in America starts with: why are so many (often young) people choosing to take drugs?

One pseudo-answer concerns society and inevitability. One problem identified: the environment. That’s a big fucking problem, and admit and accept it: the same prescriptive advice given to addicts because the system has its own defense mechanisms. WE FUCKED UP! Who is we? It doesn’t matter. Everybody. Accept what has happened, use new knowledge, make progress, unite.

Conjecture: If the two ‘sides’ spent their creative energy solving the underlying issue cooperatively to the mutual benefit of themselves and their immediate environment (and with major issues like drugs this expands in concentric spheres of exponentially-increasing radii) instead of conducting experiments to find the maximum amount of literal and figurative noise one human or one organization of humans can disseminate (conclusion: upper bound as a function of and solely limited by degree of human ignorance, likely approaching arbitrarily large values; treat like infinity), then someanything will be better than the current situation.



The Theory: Unity and its Subtitle: Death’s Eulogy
Let ^ represent the complex dual space n=1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 10, 26
Let * represent the real dimensions the dual shifted down one n=0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 10
Let ^ represent the complex dual dimensions
******Don’t You Worry About A Thing Babies Because I Got You, Babies^^^^^^^^^^
**********Strings and Things^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Existence

^Subtitle: Unity: or U(1)
^^Subtitle: How?; or GL(1); or Mirror Symmetry; or Electromagnetism; or
^^^Subtitle: Electroweak; or SU(2) or Meaning; or Value; or The Endless Struggle; or Human Nature; or Righting Wrong; or Religion; or Mathematics (at this level I do not refer the global subject but our local exploration of said subject); or Art; or Love; or Beauty; or Life; or Existence
^^^^Subtitle: Love:History(Past/Future)::God:Life; or Genetics; or Intro to Langlands
^^^^^^Subtitle: The Human Brain; or The Universe
^^^^^^^^^^Subtitle: The Brane

String Theory 1 (or dimensions 1)

One and two and three and six permutations on three ok we’ll put the three with the twisted super-thingy compactiplexificationing it to flow in four

(can we do that?

WE will not be doing anything the doing is already done we find the representation we’re almost there)

and how many we got left? 6? Shit, ok right four in six makes ten why ten again? Open and closed strings right right but which six? What do you mean which six? This isn’t a choice it just is so it’s the six with the sillystring superthing like seven with the four so eleven…

Now we are making progress



Words 1

On Critics

The spellingest grammagicians endowed with:
greatgrandmastery of the Summary.
And a nuclear-grade arsenal of Bullshite
with enough megatons of ennuinium and ignorantium to bore the beauty outta this
Magnifulgent Whorld.

I say unto them:
words do what I tell them to do…
if et doney sond roight,
go left or
eff ya ken sayit wit a small nummer of weirdz,
then why not you kan shurassyell hell-it badder by
dooblin’ an’ tripplin’ yer wordscore (count?).

four the moor the marryher in diss greyt a-more-ica.


Lists Part One (or Novels Part One)

Humans love lists. This is not a criticism, merely an observation. Perhaps I will write an essay on this phenomenon related to organizational thought and general mental storage/organization processes. I will also write a lot about literature, one of my deepest passions.

Lists are typically annoying and boring and reductive, so I am going to avoid using any general superlatives. These lists should simply be jumping off points for me to discuss some of my favorite works of art or not. I learned at an early age that if I found history’s profound, transcendent, genius voices and the creative work in which they express and filter the knowledge of eras, cultures, generations et al, then I could quickly filter out much of the noise permeating and saturating modern life. Straight to the source.

These lists will be lists of ten. Lists are loosely constrained, meant to be linked, here’s one: numbers, groups, rings, fields, bases, primes, ideals, transcendents, modulo ten representation, the binary obsession/misconception, zeta functions, gamma functions, infinity, closures, extensions, Galois, Riemann, Cantor, Langlands, Poincare etc etc). However, for now, ten is an acceptable list number, just ask Georges Perec if one day you happen to randomly walk into him someplane. Links of list items to a brief (brevity is the soul of witevah) piece containing further thoughts on said item, its influence on my life and all life, and whatever else comes to mind might occur, but these will only be for furthering knowledge. Again, I only intend to write things I would find Good (more on false dichotomies and continuums of ideas later).

Ok, let’s start with ten novels. I’m going to separate literature into a few generally accepted categories (more on category theory later, but I don’t intend to make any distinctions that go beyond fundamental common characteristics): short stories (likely in the form of story collections), short novels or novellas (potentially collections), novels, plays, poetry, and possibly non-fiction with a few extra subcategories. Other lists could cover film, art, music, television, restaurants, and whatever else I feel fits into this format that I would like to explore. Like all structurally sound ideas (, this one will remain dynamic and open to suggestions.

Again, not BEST, certainly favorites, moreover meaningful creative achievements in human history/thought. All great novels are in some sense historical in that they by definition serve as commentaries on life experience and the experience of life in a historical context. Novels are primary historical documents with a voice and purpose. These first selections are of the go-big-or-go-home variety (more on algebraic varieties and their invariant properties later). These authors and their works shape my life past, present, future. The lists might skew modern/post-modern, but I appreciate all brilliance, dislike semantics, and enjoy traveling around in place and time in my airship in the cloud atlas, against the day. Usually I will only include one work per author per list or maybe sublists will spark. I want to write longer pieces on each (more on parenthetical statements later).

The written word is the most human-versal (I avoid universal here because of mathematics) means of communication across human existence in space+time, and history is the story of people. RIP Howard Zinn

Novels Part One (or The Big Ones Part One (now with mine-own subtitles):

  1. Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon
    (sub: How I Learned to Keep Worrying and Hate the Bomb)
  2. Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce
    (sub: Ensō)
  3. 2666 by Roberto Bolano
    (sub: Man: You Monster)
  4. The Man Without Qualities by Robert Musil
    (sub: Man: You Fool)
  5. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
    (sub: War: What is it Good For?)
  6. Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
    (sub: Melancholia and the Finite Sadhappyness: Life)
  7. Life: A User’s Manual by Georges Perec
    (sub: LISTS!!!!!!!!!!…and representation theory)
  8. The Recognitions by William Gaddis
    (sub: Art or Fart)
  9. The Waves by Virginia Woolf
    (sub: Let Women Rule)
  10. Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle by Vladimir Nabokov
    (sub: Time and Love (and Incest) by Vivian Darkbloom)


Movie Pitch (or On Hollywood Part One: or On Global Warming Part One)

one night some peepsicles got super stoned or fuuuuh-uh-cked up or one morning selfsame interchangables were hungover as zee ballznutz and a spirited black woman with Afro-jamaicislandonesian roo-hoots (used partly for her voice and partly cuz I see MuthaNature as a brilliant, worldly women right?) was like now that Earth is like nuh-uh you ain’t turnin’ up my thermostat wit’out a lil’ ray-zisstance and consequators; nuhh-uhh, by da contrarian you gon’ melt dem’ uber ice cubitty glacial muthafuckas then we gon’ see dat true power. Which inspired the white guy (sorry but we males don’t always have the right answer no?) to suggest a waterworld reboot in that half-ironic half-jest half-3-deep-in-da-drink-half-maybe-waterworld-was-just-ahead-of-its-time half-too-many-halfs (sic) way that people introduce themselves to others via subverting the subserviating lameness of a sub-tle referency-joke to a universally belovetreasured cultural symbol. The General Communication-yo Major of the Multiverse teleports in to ‘PR and brand’ the shit outta that shit catalyzing a world-shittering event when she declares her strategy to godify the whole affair. The Noah connection thus becomes self-evidentially waterworldlian.