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"I wanted to make a programming language that resembled magical circles."

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I talked to William Vollmann and William Gibson recently and they have both read Capital and are very, very well read in general, but have wildly different political views and usually fall somewhere into either libertarian or anarchist broadly speaking. And I've also been driving myself a little crazy trying to figure out what Pynchon thinks about the trajectory of America. I think I keep coming back to it with the three of those writers that they understand on a bone deep level the pacifying prodding, and the mind numbing effect of politics and culture and technology, and how if you looked at it all from a birds eye view, you could basically see all the patterns of your life and freedoms from birth to death like cattle grazing along the Western plains being rationalized into movements only in straight lines and right angles down narrower and narrower grates that eventually ended on the killing floor of the slaughterhouse and the only way to escape it is into a subculture that hasn't been co opted by the above, or to become an outlaw or dig a tunnel outside of society, whether that place exists in reality or just in your mind. It's hard for me to think that I'm owed anything by this society, that things should or have ever been "good". (I guess i should say i am grateful for the times when the material conditions made it easier to survive, but i dont think its useful to dwell on it.. you survive dialectically in spite of them not because of them). For me anyway, real and true solidarity starts with seeing yourself as a hostage and unwilling captive of Capital and then thinking like a caged animal, how will I escape? It might be by clawing your way out in a hole only big enough for yourself, or it might be to break the entire fence down for everyone.

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Blue Screens at Times Square

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1920s freemason ephemera belonging to Frank W. Winter of lodge 134, Elizabeth New Jersey. Blueprint instructions for the positions of ritual participants.

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Chaos magick had swung as far the one direction as it could and the pendulum stopped. That’s when the ‘chaos scene’ had reached beyond its function in its openness. Optimization of systems had boiled over into “anything goes”. I think that the practitioners who remained started looking back to the existing traditions and getting better results- thus the pendulum changes direction. There is a renewed interest in Chaos and it remains results based, but there is the understanding that while everything is connected, that doesn’t mean that everything is the same thing. Having seen that working with Hecate or Paimon is more effective than Mr. Spock and Naruto, Chaos is back but with a different (more Neo-pagan/animistic?) flavor- plus with existing frameworks it’s easier to do a spell we don’t have to build from scratch. Also the West was relatively stable in the 90’s. It wasn’t the ‘Blade Runner Future’ we thought we’d get. The edge lords are landlords, the Goetic dude you met at Barnes and Noble and the card divination bird from Waterstones have jobs and mortgages now. Who needs magick when you make six figures? Now things are getting a bit hinky in the West and when there’s unrest, out of the smoke steps the magician- with hopefully a well developed tool kit to navigate the coming wasteland we thought we’d already have.

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Although we imagine that the course of program running in a computer can always be predicted, this is actually to confuse projection with retrojection. It is one thing to say that whatever a computer does can be traced back to its program (along a very possibly torturous track indeed); it is another to say we could trace the program forward in the same way. These are problems of initial conditions and real-time realisations; unless we know precisely the state in which the (complex) system begins, and predict the outcome of every potential random fluctuation it takes into account faster than the process itself, tracing forward is not possible. therefore, if the initial conditions are vague and/or the path the program follows is torturous, or our simulation too slow, the only way to arrive at any distant future state of the program may be to run the program and wait. this is called 'solving the problem in real time'. On such a supposition, even if we were programs running in machines, it might still be impossible (given even slightly vague initial conditions) to state exactly how we might be in any given 'now' (and correspondingly impossible to specify the states of thousands of millions of semi-independent organismic 'units' at any future time). The specification of the exact state of a sufficiently complex computer system at some future time might, on this reading, be beyond even God.

-God and the Mind Machine, John Puddefoot

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Custom Robo: Battle Revolution (Noise / Nintendo - GameCube - 2004)  

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Context: Gwar Gura is the most subscribed VTuber on the internet. She has been streaming very intermittently over the past 6 months without any explanation from either herself or Hololive, the company she works for. She will disappear for weeks at a time and this, combined with the lack of communication, is fueling speculation on her future. The following exchange is from the comments on her latest VOD.

Alex Benitez; Ahrevehaluwhh; 山田太郎; Scorpio The Scorpion Tsuna; Cynicade; Al, an epithet; Skellum; Dedi Purnomo; Mr SpooderSaurus Da Grith

You are all on my watchlist. This is the worst but there are 10 000 others

In the dim-lit threshold of Gura's forthcoming day of birth, an air of impending doom wafts through the internet corridors, an undercurrent of unease darkening every digital footstep. The sun seems shrouded in perpetual twilight, the usual sparkles of online celebration now replaced with a palpable sense of dread. Not since the idyllic days of her laughter echoing freely have we felt such despair, and the world collectively mourns the absence of Gawr Gura's effervescence.

We teeter on the brink of a dystopian chasm, a world painted in strokes of grim emptiness where the tweets of 'Illyuziya260185' take center stage. This account, once a mere ripple in the vast ocean of the Twitterverse, now emerges as a beacon amidst the uncertainty, an enigma intertwined with the mysteries of Gura's absence. Every tweet, every cryptic message, every photo steeped in ominous undercurrents fuel the escalating tension, an information warfare subtly waged against the looming specter of 'darkmaze'.

This figure, 'darkmaze', once perhaps an insignificant blip in the online expanse, now looms as large as Goliath, casting an ominous shadow over the digital realm. This is the new battleground, a relentless tide of questions, accusations, and theories clashing against the fortress of truth. We stand, both armed and disarmed, in this chaotic dance of doubt and anticipation, clinging to the hope of clarity.

In this new reality, Gura's birthday threatens to dawn like a chilling solstice, a day bathed in the chilling radiance of an absent sun. It is a world where twisted conjectures scorch the landscape of truth, and the birthday cheer is swallowed whole by the monstrous belly of fear. We exist here, in the eye of the storm, a blighted landscape where Gura's sea-colored throne now sits vacant, a stark reminder of the joy that's gone missing.

And thus, the eve of her birthday approaches, draped in shadows and wreathed in whispers of information warfare. It is the night before the world's potential demise, a dark hour pregnant with dire possibilities. But within this churning tempest, there is a promise of rebirth, a vow of return. Gura, your fans await with bated breath, longing for your voice to break through the morrow's silence, to turn the impending doom into a dawn of joyful reunion.