#hobocode

[mynahfm]

HOBO

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[patchgame]

'Set No Path' Patch by @explorerspress. . . . . . #explorerspress #patch #explore #outdoors #hobocode #patches #embroideredpatches #newzealand #catchandrelease #alwaysbarbless #patchgame #neverloseyourway #🌏 https://www.instagram.com/p/BuyOdsdA4q7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=epj4doda51ev

[frankplankton]

Studio sketchings on wood. #beachniksymbols #beachbum #hobocode #bodysurf #artforsalebyartist #buckleyworks #beachnikflats (at Studio Remington) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8r9m4Qpnw7/?igshid=19v5vfh8ira7t

[witnessd]

ok im bored.. time for another stick n poke?? mayhaps??

[emilyorj]

Week 11 Lecture Research & Reflection

Emerging technology and design, generative design and machine learning.

This lecture I found particularly interesting. There was a large focus on emerging technology and its relationship with design. Andy and Karen mentioned generative design, parametric design, A.I. design, machine learning and robotics and design.

Most of the discussed works push boundaries. I like how art can be created from visualising data and transforming information into imagery. Andy and Karen raised interesting questions such as how much of your design is done by you? Or is it the tools which do it for you?

I picked a few areas I wanted to do deeper research on:

F.A.T Lab (Free Art and Technology LAb)

In the lecture, projects such as the Eyewriter and QR hobocodes was mentioned. These projects were both involved with Free Art and Technology Lab (F.A.T. Lab) as Andy touched on. F.A.T. Lab is an organisation dedicated to enriching the public domain. It was founded in 2007 by Evan Roth and James Powderly, also associated with Graffiti Research Lab. Their network of artists, engineers, scientists, lawyers, and musicians are committed to supporting open values and the public domain. 

Their website was http://fffff.at/. I genuinely thought that I was on the wrong website or got redirected to some spam but that’s really their website!! Sadly, I found that they actually closed as of August 1, 2015. But their website is still online as an archive. 

I have huge respect for all those involved in the group, and very fond memories of the laughs we’ve had and things we’ve built (hopefully some of this will continue under different banners). The excitement of F.A.T. closing is in seeing what its former members will do next.

P.S. @NBC…. 8 years and really no complaints about the logo??!! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-Post by Evan Roth, found on their website: http://fffff.at/

As mentioned in the lecture, they worked on some amazing projects such as the Eyewriter. F.A.T. Labs, along with OpenFrameworks, the Graffiti Research Lab, and The Ebeling Group teamed up with TEMPTONE. Tempt1 is a LA graffiti writer, publister and activist who was diagnosed with ALS in 2003. He is nearly completely paralysed except for his eyes. The Eyewriter is a low-cost, open source eye-tracking technology which allows Tempt1 to draw using just his eyes.

Another project was QR_STENCILER and QR_HOBO_CODES. This is what Golan Levin posted on http://fffff.at/ about it: 

golan

Yep, it’s a QR code stencil generator! The F.A.T. Lab is pleased to present QR_STENCILER, a free, fully-automated utility which converts QR codes into vector-based stencil patterns suitable for laser-cutting. Additionally, we present QR_HOBO_CODES, a series of one hundred QR stencil designs which, covertly marked in urban spaces, may be used to warn people about danger or clue them into good situations. The QR_STENCILER and the QR_HOBO_CODES join the Adjustable Pie Chart Stencil in our suite of homebrew "infoviz graffiti" tools for locative and situated information display.

I really love how F.A.T. is is dedicated to the public domain and releasing open-source software. Anybody is free to distribute, remix, and modify QR_STENCILER, so long as they share and provide attribution to FFFFF.AT. "he 100 QR_HOBO_CODES and their respective stencils are hereby dedicated to the public domain.”

Golan levin intrigued me as well and I did a bit of research on him. I watched this interesting TED talk he did: https://www.ted.com/talks/golan_levin_art_that_looks_back_at_you?language=en#t-6790. He is a hybrid of an artist and an engineer. Both my sister and my dad are in the engineering field and I’ve always considered us to be in completely different/opposite fields. However, thinking about it more, technology connects engineering and design. They can work together to create fascinating works just like Golan Levin. You can find more of his projects here: http://www.flong.com/projects/. I personally like ‘Eyecode’ and ‘Footfalls.’ 

Generative Adversarial Network (GANs) 

Ok so, GANs was something I knew nothing about but became veryyy interesting to me after researching it a bit more. 

Definition (more-so for my purposes than yours): Generative adversarial networks (GANs) are algorithmic architectures that use two neural networks, pitting one against the other (thus the “adversarial”) in order to generate new, synthetic instances of data that can pass for real data. They are used widely in image generation, video generation and voice generation.

I read up on how the actual algorithm works but it was like a different language to me and I really didn’t quite understand the jargon. 

Different applications and potential uses of GANs:

Fashion, art and advertising

Science

Medicine

Video games 

Design 

Age face photographs to show how an individual's appearance might change with age

A GAN model called Speech2Face can reconstruct an image of a person's face after listening to their voice

In the lecture, Karen and Andy mentioned thispersondoesnotexist.com which was created by Uber engineer Phillip Wang. He used the software called StyleGAN, a GAN for producing an unlimited number of portraits of fake human faces. It’s important to be wary of the potential evil purposes of this technology. This type of image synthesis can lead to the production of fake, possibly incriminating, photographs and videos. People can also use realistic photos of nonexistent people to create fake social media profiles. Scary stuff. 

Sources:

https://www.wired.co.uk/article/moviebarcodes-interview

https://pathmind.com/wiki/generative-adversarial-network-gan

http://www.eyewriter.org/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/StyleGAN

https://transmediale.de/free-art-and-technology-lab-ft-lab

http://fffff.at/qr-stenciler-and-qr-hobo-codes/

https://pathmind.com/wiki/generative-adversarial-network-gan

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Generative_adversarial_network

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/StyleGAN

Images:

https://moviebarcode.tumblr.com/post/4804610224/the-lord-of-the-rings-trilogy-2001-2003-prints

http://www.eyewriter.org/

http://fffff.at/qr-stenciler-and-qr-hobo-codes/

[thedungeonofbaddecisions]

Maddy’s Great British One-Off

Maddy ran another one-off session, except in this one we are all orphaned children in 1800′s London. Accents were attempted with varying degrees of success, and everybody decided to be an urchin except for Conor, who was all fancy and educated. The adventure starts in an orphanage of sorts, and then we go through a wardrobe to fight the corrupted tooth fairy and the Bogeyman to save one of our fellow orphans, four year old Eric.

Players and characters are as follows:

Me - Sim, an androgynously grubby eleven year old who always wears a pith helmet and too many sweaters. Ranger, human on both sides of the wardrobe. 

Mark - Ruffers, small, about eight? Druid (druidic is hobocode in our reality btw). His animal companion is a mangy puppy named Blake. Ratfolk on the other side. Somehow completely unaware of death.

Evan - Phillip, aka Pip, aka Mirth. Party leader. 

Conor - Thomas Quincy Cumberland, aka Pickles. “A good little boy”. Wizard, took a long time to believe in magic while I yelled “I TOLD YOU SO!”

Jon - Brie. Always hungry. Sorcerer. Halfling on the other side.  

Jon #2 (guest-star) - Rob. Monk. Probably human.

Todd (guest-starring from the pirate campaigns!) - Brambles. Rogue? Probably also human.

[electricsquare-blog]

Communication

[brujabrojer-blog]

Baggage

In Hobohemia, a man’s shopping cart is his lively hood. Frances Petermeyer III didn’t always have his own cart. In his nomad days, all he possessed was a sack tied to a stick. He had been a drifter--he preferred the term vagabond--since the day he turned sixteen--he preferred the term vagabond. He was eager to flee his abusive home and find a new life in the big, promising world. Unfortunately for Frances, he made a few wrong turns along the way. 

At first, life emancipated was spectacular. No curfew, chores, or clouts were involved in his decisions. Everything he cherished from his childhood fit into the five pound bindle he carried with him on his odyssey. The freedom to urinate on a tree was more liberating than anything he’d experienced before. He found a job at the railway as a coal shoveler. He was now a man with a man’s job. He’d walk home--wherever he decided it was for the night--covered in soot and it was invigorating. He would walk past store windows just to catch a glimpse of rugged ash smeared across his cheeks. If only his father could see him now. He’d probably just smack Frances for not being dirty enough. “Loser.” he’d say sipping his Scotch, “You can’t even get dirty right”.

However for Frances, life as a railway man was glorious. He had found his intendment his there was nothing his father could do to take that away.

His gaiety was eventually replaced with hunger and other desires he had been missing. His job was good but not good enough to feed his pubescent needs. Day after day Frances was surrounded by muscular, sweaty men. They spit on the ground and grunted as they shoveled. He’d catch himself tightening his fist around his warm shovel as he watched the other men be men. His body was engulfed in puberty. He needed an escape from the hormones that raged through his teenage self. He sought out more erogenous adventure. That’s when he started his life of hopping trains.

He would have never thought up the idea of railway running if it weren’t for Splits--a man he saw jump from a two o’clock arrival. Splits was older, 40 maybe. At least, he looked that age because of his craggy face and unkempt beard. He was tall and slender, with definition in every muscle exposed. His dark brown hair was greased back behind his ears. His clothes were dirty and torn at the knees and elbows. Splits was audacious and Frances wanted to be just like him. Frances secretly followed Splits like a shadow on a sunny day. He was led far beyond the railway and into a forest. He hid behind an overgrown bush as Splits walked into the middle of a vagrant community. The tents and bonfire’s gave it away. Frances was like a small child that caught Santa Claus leaving presents under the tree. A community of people living the life he sought after. They were free from society and living with nature.

Frances had heard of villages like these before. His grandfather was a doctor and told him stories of the hobos that would come to steal supplies. One of the stories was about a man named Xan. Xan begged him for something; anything he could take to the village to be allowed back in. 

Frances knew in order to be accepted into the community he had to make an offering to the captain of the village. He opened his bindle of memories and pulled out his grandfather’s watch. A gold pocket watch etched with an engraving on the back: “Frances Petermeyer”. Frances III always admired his grandfather. He could never understand how the original Frances fathered such an awful man as the II. He closed his fingers around his last memory of the only person in his family that he had loved. He drew in his last breath as a lone wanderer and exhaled with determination.

Frances Petermeyer III mustered up the courage to enter the community with his gold watch in hand. Silence interrupted his confidence as he walked further into the depths of the hobo society. Splits glanced at him and then gave attention to another rugged man--the man they called Khaos. 

It was clear to Frances that Khaos was the man in charge. The man he needed to impress. Every pair of eyes in the village were set on Khaos. They were awaiting his decision of the outsider. Khaos was a large man, not in width but in height. Frances was almost six feet tall and still, Khaos mountained over him. Khaos’ beard was as shaggy as Splits’ but it was the color of ash at the end of a cigarette. It might have been white if Khaos had any other lifestyle. His eyes were as dark as his stare and his hair grew down far below his ears. Khaos studied Frances for a moment. He turned his dark eyes to his people to relieve their worry. 

“Are you some kind’f fly?” Khaos boomed. 

Frances looked at Splits. Splits looked at Khaos. 

“How’d you come ‘round here? And don’t lemme here no bull artistry out yer mouth”. 

“I...I uh..” Frances stuttered as he continued to look at Splits. He was too afraid to face Khaos’ dark stare. It reminded him too much of his father’s.

“I followed him...” Frances admitted as he pointed to Splits, “I’m a wanderer... like you folks”. 

Laughter exploded from the community. 

“Yer nothing like us boy” Khaos spewed, “you ain’t nothing but a cake eater”.

Frances shook his head, trying to shake off his confusion. He opened his hand and revealed the gold pocket watch--his offering. The hobo captain snatched it from France’s trembling hand. Khaos pocketed the watch along with the name engraved on it. Frances Petermeyer III would now belong to Khaos.

------- Tick the Road Kid ---------

“Every stiff has a job to do, boy”, Ginger explained to Tick, the newest member of Hobohemia.

Ginger was the village mother. Since she was no longer able to go on runs, she was stuck teaching and looking after the hobo children. On her last train tour her right leg got caught as she tried to jump from a box car. The camp doctor had to amputate from her knee down in order to keep her alive. Even with only one and a half legs, Ginger was the most alluring woman in camp. Her tattered clothes were always sewn to wrap her body like a wetsuit. She had curly red hair that barely tickled her shoulders. Unlike most of the women in the camp, Ginger was always clean. The last time Tick had seen such glorious breasts he was crying for milk. Ginger belonged to Khaos. Although, Khaos did not belong to Ginger. 

“I teach the kids. Splits gets food. Wolf guards the camp. Doc peddles pills. What are you gunna do?” Ginger questioned as her hand happened to fall on the top of Tick’s thigh. 

Her lessons for Tick always contained more touching than he expected to go on. Of course, a flannel blanket held up with a stick didn’t make for much of a professional classroom. So far, she educated him on hoboglyphics--the signs they used to warn each other about dangers-- and the hobocode--the language they used to keep from being exposed. Today, Tick was learning about the duties of a being man.

His bottom half clenched as a tingle traced his spine. Tick trembled as he replied: “I don’t know, I’m a decent cook, I guess”. 

Ginger’s lips were now at the base of his neck. She breathed heavily, “I bet you are. You ever make Skinner’s Delight?” 

Tick tried to scoot back from Ginger. He wished Splits would walk in asking for a hand with the night’s dinner. Tick always felt more comfortable around Splits. He had taken to him. Splits was the friend Tick always longed for. His voice soothed Tick when he was nervous and his touch warmed him. Splits was the first hobo to invite Tick into his tent. They stayed together every night since. Tick was anxious when Splits was away. He was always worried Splits wouldn’t be able to jump the trains. Maybe he’d die on his run. Or worse.

[lethatechnique]

Fabryka complex, home of TakTik Studios, where Hobo Codes recorded (2011) . . #krakow #krakówfabryka #krakowmusic #taktik #marcingągola #fabryka #factory #industrial #documentingspace #hobocodes #tbt #throwbackthursday #lethatechnique #polska #poland #newtopographics http://ift.tt/2ndRTo8

[ddc-news]

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[weareboxhead]

Gypsy & Hobo Symbols — A visual language

Text taken from an article written by: Daniel Lew

[patchgame]

Are you a wanderer? Both mentally and physically? Wandering Logo enamel pins available now in @amindwandering shop! The simplest way to show off your Wandering Mind! Shop link in their bio. . . . . . #amindwandering #wanderlust #explore #hobo #hobocode #pin #bindle #travellers #freethemind #pinsofinstagram #pincollection #pincollector #pinsandpatches #brainstorming #pingamestrong #patchgame #pingame #hatpins #lapelpins #enamelpins #travels #useyourbrain #hatpin #lapelpin #enamelpin #vagabond #hobos #pinforsale #pincommunity #🧠 https://www.instagram.com/p/BwljcVzAo2v/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1intq4f8ei1yg

[frankplankton]

Beachnik symbol studies. #hobosymbols #hobocode #beachbum #slowdown #beachnik #bodysurf #frankplankton #studioremington (at Studio Remington) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8ZGoFbpUOB/?igshid=13ox9whs0jn5r

[aneddienunn]

"We're In This Together" On A Rail #3 MATERIALS: cardboard, acrylic paint, clear coat, metallic paint pen, acoustic guitar string #Nostalghiart #nostalgia #nostalghia #art #guitar #guitarstrings #bronze #acousticstrings #healing #arttherapy #healingart #gold #metallic #metallicpaint #cardboard #cardboardart #OnARail #HalfLife #HalfLife2 #NIN #TheFragile #music #inspired #hobo #hobocode #evolution #evolve #evolutionaryart https://www.instagram.com/p/B7M-O0DH6ot/?igshid=uyyzs26a0dnr

[tfustudios]

1885 Graphic Novel by James Reitano

[toothpick]

Hobo Code

Sometime in the mid-to-late 1800s, poor men, typically those finding difficulty finding jobs, took to the rails. These migratory workers hopped onto trains, riding illegally (but for free) in freight cars, bouncing around the country looking for work. For reasons lost to history, these people became known as "hobos." They developed a less than sterling reputation, disregarding the law and often running afoul of those who nonetheless offered them accommodation. Further, they often lived the life of loners -- you stayed where you were until the work dried up, moving on and leaving any friends or fellow vagabonds behind.

But this life of solitude didn't mean that you didn't look out for your fellow hobo. In fact, these transient workers found a way to help each other out -- a series of glyphs known as the "hobo code."

The origins of the code, like the etymology of the term "hobo" itself, is unknown. But we do know that these images were adopted as an informal standard among the hobo community, loosely affiliated as it is. Many of the images make intuitive sense -- the picture of a train suggests that the area is a good place to catch a train, for example. Others make sense with some explanation, such as the two interlocking rings which warn that police are in the area; the rings are intended to represent handcuffs. The origins of others are likely lost to modern eyes. The code underscores the vaguely amoral lifestyle of hobos, one guided mostly by the pragmatic desire to survive than anything else. There are warnings about beatings and dishonest people, but there are also suggestions as to where to get free medical care, free food, and some of the less-than-honest ways to obtain those. Some -- "religious talk gets a free meal" and "kind woman, tell pitiful story" suggest that simply lying can yield positive results for the drifter. Others, such as "easy mark, sucker" suggests that worse behavior will prove even more fruitful. Wikipedia notes that "a square with a slanted roof (signifying a house) with an X through it" (not pictured) means that another hobo, perhaps the one leaving the mark, has already "burned" or "tricked" the house, suggesting that others stay away lest they take on the wrath intended for the scamming hobo. The code demonstrates that to be a successful hobo, you have to trust while being untrustworthy, and distrust while being honest. Over time, we've lost the meaning to many of the symbols, even though they can still be seen in some places.

(Story courtesy of Now I Know by Dan Lewis)