Notebook of barang-barang.

Apropos of nothing: a thought.

awils1 — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 11:31:11 +0000

The most irritating thing about so many philosophers is their apparent willingness to prescribe drastic lifestyle changes instead of thought changes. Why the former and not the latter?

Simulacra and Simulation by Jean Baudrillard: a related thought.

awils1 — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 05:13:12 +0000

Today, the history that is ‘given back to us’ (precisely because it was taken away from us)…

A full circle: mass nostalgia leads to the creation of idols who take on the responsibility of acting for us, leading again to despair over the history we have lost.

Web linkage: an idea.

awils1 — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 05:41:59 +0000

It’s accepted that the holy grail of hypertext is linkage; but when is multiple linkage going to be implemented in such a fashion that hovering over a term shows up more than one link, and enables a writer to show the multiple connections they make to the world?

A satiric encounter.

awils1 — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 07:08:43 +0000

A comment on a page

Fuck this shit [sic] I am a Christian as of today just so that I won’t be associated with these incompetent, polarizing asshole Atheists trying to start their own religion with the only tenant being smug condescension.

PRAISE THE HOLY JESUS

and a scathing retort

You’ll just be within a gang of people that insist they have a moral duty to tell others what to do. Or, alternatively, believe only because they need a parental authority for moral direction.

tell a loving tale of illogical sensibilities and the humorous nature of spiritual concerns:

you’re just saying that because YOU REFUSE TO TURN TO JESUS LET THE LIGHT OF THE LORD CHRISTIFY YOUR BEING

…

Man, the only person who is going to touch my being is me. In other words, no figment of society is going to mess with my path, or my ethics, or my ideas.

LET THE ENLIGHTENMENT REACH YOU.

…

You had best not be touching your own being that is a SIN

JESUS IS THE ONLY ENLIGHTEDMENT I NEED

On signifiers, signs, and a semiotician’s view of the world.

awils1 — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 10:55:06 +0000

An interesting detail: things invented for practicality nearly always end up a sign of some sort—a societal symbol.

On the company of light-emitting diodes (or: a glimpse of the non-human presence I sleep with).

awils1 — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 05:24:13 +0000

How can you be afraid of the dark when the light of numerous LEDs sends a stream of photons to your retina? They are on standby—a collaboration of green, yellow, and sometimes red—all keeping shadows visible.

Somewhat inspired by Qazse’s Mantra Explained Over Cornbread.

RIP ppp0.

awils1 — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 10:22:15 +0000

It’s the end of an era for me: the end of my use of dial-up as a means for accessing the Internet (and I mean the Internet, not the World Wide Web). I’m going to miss the agonising slowness that made me work on things while I waited for something to load as an alternative to mind-crushing boredom.

And thus, the lines:
iface ppp0 inet ppp
provider ppp0
were commented out.

On the YouTube decision, and resulting comments.

awils1 — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 07:06:53 +0000

Choice is surprisingly inadequate in comparison to collection—my mp3 collection is bigger than yours.

More on grief and impermanence.

awils1 — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 06:53:37 +0000

Thanks to Qazse’s responses to my previous post, I’ve had quite a bit to chew on. Qasze has spurred on thoughts of media-fed permanence; or, the assimilation of TV and shopping into our unconscious search for permanence. In other words, we are reassured that our life is well within our control when a repeat is shown on TV, or a replacement product is advertised. We are consoled, as it were, with the reliability and unchanging nature of the media.

Untitled musing.

awils1 — Sat, 24 May 2008 07:51:09 +0000

It’s fascinating that, without realising it, I’ve constructed my notebook along the fundamentals of chaos. We are, as children, taught to grieve. For death, for life, for memories, for the past—it’s almost like our progression to grief for impersonal characters was merely a progression of our mantra that we selfishly cling to our property. On the other hand, chaos embraces death as a basis for a construction. A use-by-date, a constant movement (temporary!), if you will.