a good performance!
the world is small and narrow, www.google.com/search?q=slghsh only one hit in the whole world?! it's amazing and sad how small the world is. no one knows what slghsh is. we're clinging to straws. all we have is our few words, so easily exhausted. who knows what ��hj� or kgfrsj is? no hits, poor things. i wonder what they are, now that they're being born, having this singular hit. dark matter. little world. i'll go to bed now, my hours of sleep, hey - sleeping pills, sllipgni peels, just a play, i have no plans, it doesn't mean i do nothing, i have a lot of things to do, what happens is i wake up in the morning, sit down after a cup of coffee and start doing something. i have a long list but mostly don't follow it. sooner or later things get done. i have things on the list from '84. i have ideas from child school that's still under development. scientific ideas. my first scientific researches were from about five, i wanted to confirm a theory that we died during sleep and woke up in the morning, there was the problem of the heartbeat, how could i check if i had heartbeats if i was dead, or check if dead when i had heartbeats? my first schr�dinger's cat. i did some research into the earth's rotation, that everything was in its place in the middle of the night. researches into destiny and free will, a strategy was to trick yourself, choose without thinking, or think something and then choose different, or not to choose. sorry to say, i'm still there, nothing has changed. i'm still checking if i'm dead or alive, observing the relative, avoiding destiny by not choosing. what do i hope to achieve? what will come out of this? i only get from nothing to nothing. then it's not easy to build anything. hey, my great-great- grandfather i read he was doing a lot of building, bringing up families, marriages, kids, houses, whatever. somewhere i got lost. in many aspects i'm not human, is that too much? there's nothing wrong with me, but i'm not human, i won't be continued. dead end. but everyone is their dead end. the human. i don't know, it will occur to you later. nothing. one thing, call it 'checking', like checking your heartbeats; another thing, 'holding', clinging to something or nothing, like the earth's rotation, relative motions; then it's the destiny thing, maybe 'anger', whatever, not being free. so checking, holding, anger - checking is the intellect i would say, any research; holding would be emotions, they're always changing; anger would be 'will', the free will. it makes sense. on holding, checking - site:http://www.kwanumzen.com. so these three, from five maybe, where have i gotten? what do i want? certainly destruction has a part, why should i want anything? i already am. and i already won't be. what kind of wanting can there be? whatever. but more spesific the destructive, i always was sinister, left all over. it certainly doesn't make building easier. what do we mean by building? machination? the creative is somewhat destructive. for our kids. i don't know, i might be too lost. recoverable errors. heidegger's 'normal state of man', oh i hate to mention names, slghsh. what a fuck. checking, holding, anger. hard, soft. well, for solids. most isn't. the neighbour had a heart attack friday, would that be checking-holding? grandmother was in a lot of pain. fucking hospital, don't ever trust them. now they're building a new church, oh i wish i brought the cam, all the filth. i'm perverse. the world. but i'm honest at least. the clown. anger? what exactly is the anger? checking is the processor, holding the storage, anger the free will, the destiny, what do we mean destiny? the program?! oh i always wanted the empty program, the prompt, it contains any program. the program is anger. growth, development, will to live, the angry program, destiny. well you lost me, i identified you fuckups early on, now get lost. check yourself, hold yourself, get angry, you human misery. the destiny games - how to hack the program, the mind tricks, think something and do another, action doesn't follow language doesn't follow thinking. anger doesn't follow checking doesn't follow holding (i'm treating thinking in direction of emotion, and language as schemes). now i'm all lost. it's past midnight, night of the mid, everything is in the middle of the night. this response is perverse, you were looking for something, the machine found something, needle in a stack of needles, all threaded, a sewing-machine. generating, searching, halting - here it seems, searching is 'checking', generating might be 'holding' (the everfleeting), and halting is the destiny (a program that stops). or - action/language/thinking : halting/searching/generating - mind is obviously generating, language is a search, action is a halt (from a certain view). you think action is doing, but it's stopping, or any doing is stopping. we do to stop. then it's the machine we call mind. what a neat cheat, you'd never believe it. it thinks by itself. language is the search performed by the machine, it will crawl up something and you get current meaning (the index, dictionary, whatever reference) as a function of time (it could go on endlessly, but the action of halting moves it to the screen). like the full stop enlights the sentence. oh i'm lost, my sentences don't stop, but i'm sentenced to stop my sentences don't stop. it's anger, anger, anger. an action without foundation, not checking, not holding, but a lot of destiny, a lot of program. destiny is without foundation. my free will is a program. it's without foundation because i'm saying _something_, and it's a program because i don't have to. there's no connection, which is to say it's free. but buy this and you buy destiny. 29.05.2005 20:08:25, mwp <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: >G/O/O/G/L/E HITS Performance 01 >2005 > >http://kunst.no/alias/HJEMMESIDE/bjornmag/mpphp2004/GOOGP01.htm > >A 7-letter[*] word is randomly generated from the 26 letters of the >English alphabet (A-Z). The word then becomes the object of a Google >search via Matlab�s GHITS function. If there are no hits for the word, >a new 7-letter random word is generated and searched as before. This >process continues until a hit finally is achieved, at which point the >search is halted and all past traces of failure and success are >documented. > >[*] The length of 7 letters per word is chosen based on the number of >iterations it takes to find a hit. Everything above generally failed to >find a hit after an inordinately large number of searches, whereas >everything below generally seemed too trivial to be worth making the >basis of a search, so 7 felt like a nice middle value. > >This performance was carried out at approx. >11AM on 5/29/05 >by mwp. > >% >Found word: > >INDEX 7-LETT RANDOM WORD # OF HITS >[81] 'VALARIO' [759] > > >% >mwp > > __ isbn 82-92428-08-9
