Road Rode http://www.alansondheim.org/roadrode.jpg "Miracles, considered as unnatural facts, are amathematical, but there are no miracles in this sense, and those so called may be comprehended by means of mathematics, for to mathematics, nothing is miraculous." - Novalis, Schriften, Zweiter Teil, Berlin, 1911 In a way it's useless documenting a trip like this because all that results is a vector.. Anyone can create a vector anywhere. A vector says nothing about what's going on but it's the most obvious way way of creating a structure around the movement. The movement here is from East to West. There's not much beyond that period so you see the landscape sliding in a direction that if you're looking out The right hand window it's moving from West to East. While the car moves from East to West. I don't know what this means because it has very little philosophical content and no content in itself. There's nothing about a drive except a kind of neutrality. I've been reading more comments about the philosophy of mathematics and one thing that stands out is that mathematics in a sense has no philosophy. There's no mystery at mathematics. When might find it mysterious to create or to move towards a particular goal and mathematics or to solve a particular intractable equation. But it's not exactly the same thing. So in that sense traveling across the country is deadpan. It says nothing except that there is a structure which is moving across the landscape. That's it that's all there is to it. It's kind of like the expression stock-still. I can play or do music anywhere and that makes something else out of it and I can also make structures minimal structures out of photography or videography. What's the - I mean. That this doesn't go very far. That's what I was trying to say it's a kind of bouncing along and creating miniaturized works miniaturized works that don't involve anything virtual that don't involve involve anything that might advance my own thinking instead it's yeah instead it's almost as if there's a hiatus In the world while we struggle forward. I can forget where I am I can forget my name I can forget my arms and legs I sit behind the wheel and turn the car from one side to the other. The sides follow in parallel the edges of the road. Sometimes they may not do that and that can become frightening. Sometimes there might be a cross over. But so far it's linear in the sense that there are parallels being constructed no matter which way the event turns out. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
