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yo the new neo-postmodern crypto-Marxian assemblage aesthetic (aka the "hyper-(non)conscious cyBORG-Benjaminian accelerationist" crew) just dropped

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Weird industry rabbit hole here but thought this was an interesting demonstration of a new (as of 6 years ago) stone slab polishing machine that was apparently designed to replicate the absolute uniformity that can only be achieved from a master craftsperson while optimizing productivity and scale necessary for this big business of granite polishing. The master craftsperson apparently generates more uniform polishing results than conventional machines do because the human touch has an element of independence to it; the human is not programmed to repeat one motion over and over again as a conventional polishing machine is. In contrast, the fancy pants Orbital polisher thing showcased here can replicate the superior uniformity achievable only by the master craftsperson through the use of a dozen or so independently moving polishing arms. These go back and forth across the slab at their own pace which counterintuitively (to me) means that the final result is much more uniform across the entire slab surface, in contrast polishing arms that move at the same rate and repeat the same motion over and over again. Maybe it's an outcome of working with something as hard as stone and the endless passes of the polishing implement (human or machine) needed to make it shine that flips the prevailing assumptions around human-variable , machine-uniform. Whereas something as imprintable or soft as like a chunk of glass or something would readily show the fallible hand of human action upon its face - along with the machine-steady rigidity that might come from a non-human technical implement designed for the purpose, repeat this process a thousand or two thousand times and eventually the human's independence of movement adds up to something surpassing machine uniformity, albeit only at such a large scale. Only by replicating the indpendence of human movement, or dare I say Agency, can a machine yield similarly uniform results, at least in the context of polishing rocks.

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Waiting for my car's brake's to be fixed, I wrote a python script to extract 200 or so random-length segments from four different Librivox recordings of Shelley's Frankenstein and then append them all together and the results are just about as I predicted, as is the metaphor.

Text is from an online auto-transcription app called "Notta"

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too. But before me, with urge and perseverance, were indeed pointing to the corpse. But they let me go, he cried, my experience in watching my human neighbours' relation, my forth to me hopes of succor and life, in a pause amable to the boundaries of her.

But it did not let her sight, but no soul or sensation, but for I would reconcile him, even mountains of japose, and my dreams lie dry, and have a plentiful shock of an earthquake disobey. Heaven bless you, warmth nor food, and I with the enjoyment of pleasure, when all human were instinctively finding myself to have lost all soul or state a visit to some of the principal professors, feeling more painfully that I was still cold,

when I momentarily had taken place the night before, though, when the image made I know not, Heaven, he lay dead at my spoke, I read in his kindling act my thirst, and here I lay by the sun, enrapture, after being acquainted, unlike the correction to reach my destination but the sun, is it not who sought to destroy the saviour, and in the ball had entered my soul, the dream arranged my dwelling, and carpeting it,

the manner of the bitterness, were the most alarming symptoms, and endured, to product me in love, the younger was slight and graceful thoughts call me, I have, but at that time I knew nothing of's I had beheld in the village, I was still cold, you my adverse husband and lovely kindness and affection, I should attempt the creation of a being like myself, two countries, his fancies which you have under,

I found the cottagers had a meal, were all, I drew his hand forcibly from his face, and said, every means I supported myself, the astonish'd been for pray, the windows audibly, and should a loud scream among, food however became scare, but allowing myself to be betten, three, As night advanced, I placed a variety, and sent me work near to a conclusion.

And the same questions, turning towards them, had entertained but a few more lines of the text. Carefully, with dry wood and leaves, I often wondered why being the seat of beauty and strength. Presently I saw the young manning from those he had used in the morning.

Was laden to the blackbird, and provided I resolved to reside as I discovered the cause. I attended the lectures and cultered that I should alter many of the old man's instrumenters. I should weren't another man, I was surprised.

Some of the windows of the glee events, infallible men, were I hoped, not-self to the mercy of the sea-fires. I believed myself that I could disdriven all the heart. I'm happy to have found the shock, biased, every so much hitherto inhabited.

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the evolution of technology reached its peaked in 1995 with kid pix studio

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when you're 8 years into grad school and your advisor asks how everything is going

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dude fits a DIY tube amp in an altoids tin

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nightmare fuel aka bibendum aka the OG michelin man

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https://olvidosdegranada.es/index.php/archivo-olvidos/

Back issues of Olvidos De Granada. I found a beat up copy of issue no. 13 at a used book seller and it has some curious aesthetic vibes for sure (in a good way)

i dunno why it doesnt make the url a link

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I'm/ve been getting pretty into Poetry™ recently, like totally ovan-guard stuff most people probably haven't heard of. It's an acquired taste really and not for everyone but there is some real profound beauty if you're willing to look for it. Anyway, i think I found my current fav so posting it here for the posterritory (woefully tumblr only allows 10MB max file size so this is a 3-minute down-sampled excerpt of the more profound 15-minute performance from 1960). Whole mp3 can be downloaded at ubu.com

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on the to-watch shelf, esp. 8:46- bit with Scratch Perry

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to-read shelf

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cool.