[NetBehaviour] Reality Structures

Alan Sondheim sondheim at panix.com
Sat Jun 12 02:03:25 CEST 2021

Hi Max and thanks!

Just to be accurate, not rocks and flora, but rocks and sponges!
They're just shy.. :-)

Best! Alan

On Fri, 11 Jun 2021, Max Herman wrote:

> Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2021 16:45:37 +0000
> From: Max Herman <maxnmherman at hotmail.com>
> To: Alan Sondheim <sondheim at panix.com>,
>     NetBehaviour for networked distributed creativity
>     <netbehaviour at lists.netbehaviour.org>
> Subject: Re: [NetBehaviour] Reality Structures
> Feel better Alan!  I am getting lots of aches and twinges after starting to
> move more again after pandemic rigor immobilis.  Time seemed distorted this
> past year, both compressed and elongated, causing odd concretions.
> I like the jpg of water rock and flora.  Just before viewing it just now I
> was weeding the patch of moss in my yard which has as much if not more
> prehistoric botanical power than the other stuff I or others planted on
> purpose.
> I was texting a friend just now about "twistors," which I read about
> yesterday, which are funny shapes somebody figured out to abbreviate the
> calculation of quantum probabilities to much simpler equations compared to
> Feynmann diagrams.  I sometimes feel like images, phrases, tones, or other
> aesthetic forms can do something similar, allowing for approximation of
> incalculable quantities while also running the risk of reductive
> shortcutting. 
> Maybe the balance of these is a realm in which human intelligence and
> imagination have tremendous potentials?  I think so!
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> Sent: Friday, June 11, 2021 2:07 AM
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> Subject: [NetBehaviour] Reality Structures  
> (thank you everyone. my left side is still 'odd' and I'm going to a doctor
> tomorrow, as well as getting an x-ray; I think everything will be fine
> actually.)
> Reality Structures
> http://www.alansondheim.org/Limassol.jpg
> http://www.alansondheim.org/depths.mp3
> For Watazumi Doso Roshi not that he would care
> Every E-Lit and New Media artist should take noise
> debris dirt body scratch tear blister contusion
> concussion bite hive sore scrape smell cough scream
> whisper cry laughter disease unease exhaustion
> sweat smear canker to heart of other music that
> rusts the empyrean cracks the system speaks the words
> that flood out and drown the AI or on the other bot
> ooze out and suppurate the flesh. I don't mean any
> of this. I listen to it. Assignment: Wear a -32 db
> passive headset. Listen to your self. Breathe your
> first and last. Come and play with us.
> ___
> Mod Two Pieces
> http://www.alansondheim.org/diaryconfusion.jpg
> 2017 diary
> Saturday morning
> Woke up at 9; the club let out around 2 (early!), the
> construction downstairs started around 8:30 (fantastic
> sound!). Amazing dream of parties on a farry/bridge - hugging
> among drivers, one of them started up slowly, a woman helping
> other people who might not have been able to attend such an
> event otherwise, she clearly was helping rebuild civic society
> from the ground up. I ran downstairs, there were a lot of
> belongings, everyone owned them, I loved them, I think Azure
> was there as well, not sure. When I woke, the Palace
> disappeared, just the noise from downstairs. As usual, along
> with the noise, the social science is deafening. Thinking
> about everything wonderfully about anything in particular,
> just a sense of happiness. I got up, put the news on, etc., so
> that I wouldn't wake Azure. Got online. Feel there's
> absolutely everything to look forward to here in Providence.
> (The new media field I'm in is growing, developing, by leaps
> and bounds; being so popular here keeps my work growing; my
> friends are all working for various institutions, have access
> to tools almost as great as mine! The latest is unbelievable
> augmented reality. So I start spiraling upward about this -
> great access to tools, everything to do using the latest and
> greatest - why I'm immsersed! - How wonderful!) the usual
> oldfashioned ones of text/image/video etc.)
> Saturday night
> Will try to sleep, spiraling a bit, feeling I've accomplished
> so much today, delirious I have so many wonderful contacts,
> yes, I have. Today was Yom Kippur, was online and on phone
> helping friends a lot. Too much happiness in my life to feel
> bad about anything!
> October 1st, Sunday morning
> Perfect sleep last night - 5 hours - got up early to avoid
> bald eagles.
> Sunday evening, joyous. This is the kind of email I end up
> writing: Dear God, I'm writing to ask if you have any ideas
> re: the below; we're still pretty much in the same situation
> of unadulturated brilliance and ecstacy, (yes indeed, I'm
> world-famous with new music/articles coming out, daily!). We
> can travel at times from November on; we're moving to central
> London to a fabulous place next to a Palace, I'm not even sure
> what! Thanks greatly, hoping your semester is going well!
> love Alan (another grant just came in: I breathe money!)
> Sunday night
> Azure points out I've done 40-50 barbell exercises today - and
> I'm still not exhausted, brain alert! can't thinking just
> about everything! everything! It's hard to deal with anything
> when I'm so successful! My happiness is out of control and the
> crazed attention adds to it. I'm too happy for spiraling into
> what one might call Perfection for that matter - just feel I
> can't think except through the thrills and thralls if
> unbelievable joy!
> Tuesday morning
> Yesterday napped about 3 times, went out for a walk. Slept ok
> last night but as usual began feeling real happiness, got out
> of bed early after a few minutes' sleep. The diet we're on may
> or may keep me going day and nightD! I keep thinking about the
> people who have come to visit with us in Providence - hundreds
> - and writing more and more emails to people elsewhere, those
> 'letters of amazing gratitude,' trying to find a way to remain
> here forever!
> Tuesday afternoon
> Dying of Happiness and Perfection! Dear God, Thank You!
> __
> Mod 2017 Contusion of Joyce
> river run, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
> of bay, brings us by a commodious virus of recirculation back
> to How th Castle and Environs. Sir Marts, viler dames, forever
> the short sea, had passes- core rear rived from North armor on
> this side the craggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielder fight
> his pen isolate war: nor had top sawyer's rocks by the stream
> o cone exaggerated salsa gorge from afire bellow sed mitzvah
> mitzvahs to coughing it out Patty kids cad butt ended a bland
> old Isaacs: not yet, though mall's fair in Vanessa, were Susie
> Ether broth with tone handles. Rot a peck of DA's malt had 0
> or 10 brewed by arc light and Roxy end to the Reigning 06 The
> fall (oy- vehs0!) of a once Bering Strait Feldspar is petaled
> early in bed and later on life down through all Christ Ian
> music at such short notice the Oy again! of Finnegan, Erase
> the solid man, that the bumpy of hums the elf 2 sends an
> questionable one well to the west in quest of his bumpy learn
> to dance!: and their learn knock out in the park where oranges
> have been laid to rust upon the green since Deck the Halls
> etc.- linseed oil, it's Chanukah!!! loved Livy and other Rhode
> Island historians..
> 4 UP
> What clashes here of wills 07 01 gods! Bark Block Catechism
> Creek! 6 Kay Kay! ALU ALU ALU! What on Earth?!!! Where the
> Buddies partisans are still out to Chromaster Ma pelting the
> Cheese out of the Wheat of Head. A Sung Plate! and And
> bouncing Strum!. Sod's brood, be me fear! GEL silly: a toll, a
> toll. What chance Willy, what cashiers aired and ventilated!
> What Ogglation! Spewed by what Altoona- solvers! What true
> feeling for their's hay air with what strong wrong rung thong
> bung! voice of false jitney!! O here here how Beth 0 met the
> Husky the father of Foreign Agents but, (O my shining stars
> and body!) how hath Brain soft advertisement! But was Io? sex
> of Al now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay.
> Arks! Arcangels! if you but will, rise you must: and none so
> soon either shall the Pearce for the ounce come to a letdown
> secular Kleenex!.
>      Brewmistress Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, see Red,
> lived in the broadest way mime back for sausages before Gosh!
> judges had given us numbers or Popular Printing Font committed
> Due to me (one tomrr blork his 2 in a tub for to Witch the
> future of his fates but ere he swiftly 7 it out again, by the
> might of 09, the very w8- 09 was a formulation of tiny animals
> and all the Goodness! had met their exodus so that ought to
> show you what a Pentagram! chap he was!) and during mighty odd
> years this man of 12, cement and 1- 01 in Roping's 1 piled
> naughtyword supra another nauth banks for the livers by the
> more bling to come!. He addle 2 roofie! Annie 2 the little
> beautiful woman like Aphor hare in Hondas tuck up your part
> Tao Jones. Oftwhile bases loaded! and, r trowel in grasp and
> My name is James Joyce overalls which he brilliant wrote while
> A Wake child tiny male and female children- legs the all tine
> forks or enormous confusions and Mall Stores until he seesaw
> by neatlight of the liquor where twin 'twas born, his
> roundhead staple of other days to rise in undress larceny
> bedsteads (Muscovite (it's a thing!!)!), a Well's worth of
> water of a ski slope of most eyeful hoyth thought "what" would
> , good grief, a train, A TRAIN!!!, frozn wit waste from
> 5 UP
> next to nothing and lai titiptitoploftical, with a burning
> bush Robert off its Cicada and with Walking through Cheyenne
> on a cold fall night Oscillations of the worst sort 4 up and
> tumbles slump trucks potteries and skydivers- ing down.
>      Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: JimBob Boos-
> Bobjim of my unbelievably endless Booke The Auncient. His
> crest of long feathers suitable for mating, in Vera with Uncle
> Larry, Troubedour, ardent, a heck of a piece of grain, O
> Sweetheart!, horrid, horned. His Spunk*** messed, with archers
> strung, snail-like, of the second. Clutch is for husbandman
> handling his hoe. HEE HEE oh god not more of this, Mister
> Finn, you're going to be Mister Accept O Literate 1!! Comedy
> dorm and, O, you're vine! A smorgasbord of new words to be
> inserted eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Mister Mistress Myne!,
> Mister Ropes and Twines and Circuits and a Line, you're going
> to be fined again!
>      What then silver brought about that tragoady caves! this
> municipal sin business? Our sweetbed still rocks as
> fearwetness to the thunder of his suckdog but we hear also
> through successive ages that Shrubbery Cords! Whips! of
> unbelievable slurps and growlings! that would blackguardise
> the rearlly warm the heartstoned ever muddle huddle out of
> heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for mighty mess!, O
> SUSANNA! Come to ME!- stainer, what time we rise and when we
> take up to tooth-muck and before we lump down uptown our
> latered fading of the stars! For a nod to the nubble is better
> than wink to the wet se scoobies the jewel and the silky damp
> unders bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a
> close your fly!. She has a gift of seek on site and she open
> it again ooooohhhh helpers, the seemingly misfired here. Heed!
> Heed! It may half been a giddy missile brick, as some say, or
> it fought have been due to a slupr as others looked at it.
> (There swollen by now one thou- sand and one stories, all
> told, of the same). But so sore did really swollen no really
> really swollen eerily holy subbles, (what with the wallhall's
> horrors of rolls- rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes,
> tramtrees, fargobawlers, autokinotons, hippohobbilies,
> streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega- phoggs, circuses and
> wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods and the hoyse and
> the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and the mecklenburk
> bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur- rocks and his
> fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his
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