<< The Tasked Homunculus >>

 

Imagine the following scenario and world:

 
Doing the task well, is no longer sufficient in this world. In this world one must incessantly proof that one can do the task well, in a jargon and within time- and space-sensitive confinements that are defined and logged elsewhere; external to oneself. Either such processes toward proof are humanly observed (i.e., by other homunculi), or they are automated.
 
In effect, in this imagined world, the latter seems to be increasingly the case, spreading as if an ink blot across the ages and the social areas within which that world’s human individual (perhaps a homunculus) moves into, and out of, during their lifetime.
 
In this imaginary scenario, the task, as well, is no longer simply the act of making a living for oneself, one’s family, one’s community, one’s national context or one’s in-group’s nascent generations. The task is any data-generating act; preferably acts that can be aggregated and capitalized on by involving, at times unknown and obscured, third-parties.

The latter actor then is enabled to create, via its tasks, those tools toward improving tasks, to be fed back to those who have provided the data sets in the first place (e.g., that same homunculus), and to yet other parties interested in visualizing tasks outside of these tasks’ initially intended settings or (meta)physical aims.

In this imagined story, and in your imagination, where or how do you see yourself (if at all; and / or if you were that homunculus)?


—animasuri’22

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Header visual: digitally photo edited digital photo of paper and pencil folded against wood . “Mediated Existence” . —animasuri’22

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References and perverted note-taking intertwining “#task”, “#assessment” and “#data” from:

William, D. (2006) Assessment for #Learning. Cambridge AfL Keynote. Online Retrievable from here.

data tasked from bodies (as shedded data and free labor) from here

data tasked across species (as alienating datasets from those who do or don’t count) from here

data tasked across borders (as disembodied data teleportation) from here

data tasked from mobiles (as extended-cognition extenders) from here

#dataliteracy #wellbeing #systemsthinking #alienation #poetry #creativity #adaptability

<< G(l)azed Veneer of Legal Narration >>


So do the rivers and the sky and the trees and birds we so eagerly adore

in the artificiality of our poetic narrations, with statutory rhyme, and our sardonic pleasures under our lover’s gaze

or does the cell of a long dead woman or the face of a primate who click-bated their selves

not enjoy the grace of our standing and authority

I am Icarus untouched by Medusa, grandeuring to be Zeus, thundering down my edict as to whom or what shall have the right to mimetic representation.

—animasuri’22

perverted note taking of:

https://www.vice.com/en/article/m7vzjb/location-data-abortion-clinics-safegraph-planned-parenthood

https://law.justia.com/cases/federal/appellate-courts/ca9/16-15469/16-15469-2018-04-23.html

https://www.vice.com/en/article/5db4ad/google-bans-safegraph-former-saudi-intelligence

https://www.vice.com/en/article/m7vymn/cdc-tracked-phones-location-data-curfews

<< I’m Feeding Fine >>


I’m tired of trees:
made into totems,
banal demarcations
of your turf

mycelium: we are
your fruits,
at the crossroads of symbiotic
and parasitic futures

bathwater-babies: we are
its impulse,
of stop or pull the plug
diminishing returns, sunken costs

unbecoming human: we are
its cusp, of circular economics
or linear infinity up, up, up
to shed the beast yet layer the animal

I’m rejuvenated: with trees
made me their totem;
bananas feeding demon
on their turf

—animasuri’22

<< the artifice of mass conception >>


This is the playground for the serious at heart
Play and scaffold your giggle with depth, profundity, reflection, and wit

let the sciences, semiotics, ontology, epistemology, post, pre, peri play, play
play, imaginary friends

ah the thrill of the adventure, the excavation
the symbolically measured and the looking into the spaces in-between

that liminal that is only metaphorically segregating: let nonsense befriend Apollo, rising into quicksands
Let Dionysus enjoy fasting; he secretly craves

the controlled, the stoic, the pure,
come and lie down spread out arms onto the fresh meadow calculating the circular movements of drops visually bending the branches

Let the surreal be real for the artificial shan’t grasp its quick shifts in meaning eloping the censors of the established, excommunicated denotations

Rise and sit at the table, break bread and slide
For it is the universe that looks into itself
you are its expression and birthing of thought
you are its commune

—animasuri’22

header visual: digital photo edited analog paper, pencil . “Artificially Not There” . —animasuri’22

<< You Awesome Me Tarzan >>


It’s time slinger
Let the song end
Let the slung go
Catapult you-selves
out of here into the future
Utterly unknown

Drop the belt
‘n’ fold the greyed wife-beater
drop. the. belt. or else you say?
Nah, muscle up the tonality
of your compassion
show off its sexy six pack

Bend is not break bro
Brothel of the insecure yo
Brethren of the Ronin
Masterless slaves
Become at peace with the new code
be breathing breaches of air

You Awesome, Me Tarzan
you sister me handsome
You mother me hand some
listen here
silence fellow man silence
lend her your ear

—animasuri’22

(for Mother’s Day)

for Katarina

Header visual: digitally photo-edited pencil on paper fold . “Trickery of the Eye, message of the medium” . —animasuri’22

<< Outin’ Contexts >>


Rhythmic rhythm rhyme as centric-libertarian anarchy or well-distempered Stockhausen and cacophonous company at play in poetry Realizing I left this phrase rather late I think therefor it is reasonably congested and automatedly drivable forward Throw in a sentence seemingly Seemingly out of rhythm growing off and in to put back up meaning making frameworks of fragility and yet not maturity Constant pinging for trepidational translation and immediate transcoding ripped out of your comfort zone earzone warwax out of rhythm is out of context no yes maybe at times 200 Billion plus out of sight out of known That is those mental models you took for granted Ceci est la pipe d’un fumeur not hinting at innuendo of where there here is smoke then there where is more smoke Give too a doze of incongruity from the sharpest edge Is anything ever decontextualizable Alien intelligentsia are alienated data from the set is the word a stage within which they assigned themselves meaning put in more malice So too comes it with a word a phrase a dog’s pile of bones I am competing with artificially designed poetics I win moaning meaning and thought and consciousness and sachets of bleached happiness because I say so I said soon I will be saying soap I am sane in context Be-ware 


—animasuri’22

header visual: digitally edited digital photo . “Beyond Mere Fistages” . —animasuri’22

<< Insight by Infinite Substitution >>

What reality would I be imagining

IF

X  = believe-systems; technologies; communities; relationships; systems; foods; drinks; drugs; products; brands; ideologies; dogmas; stories; pleasures; obligations; jobs; companies; bosses; etc. 
AND

“Naturally, persuasive [ __X____] should comply with the requirement of [my] voluntariness to guarantee [my] autonomy… 

[My] voluntariness presupposes a sufficient understanding of the [interaction with___X_____ ]. But, what does it mean to “understand”, and what is the sufficient degree [of understanding], really? 

What is the correct reading of “understandability” – “transparency”, “explainability” or “auditability”? 

How much, and what, exactly, [should I] understand about [ ___X___] ? When can [ I ] genuinely estimate, whether or not [ I ] want to [be guided by / be part of / be constrained by / be defined by / delegate decision to [_____X___] ?”


—animasuri’22 

Perverted note-taking of https://ethics-of-ai.mooc.fi/chapter-3/4-the-problem-of-individuating-responsibilities

<< To Bloat To Fail >>


the methodologies of doubt until proven wrong, are the humbleness we could cup in our open palms when reaching out to others with the gift of questions.

Here, hold this measuring stick through wondering meanderings, through life, through counterpoints to countering voices. 

There burn the regular intervals well-tempered for microtonal crisp fireflies darkling the unknown skies: the lens is yours to sharpen. 

Where then she’d shed the stale narratives unreal of the stagnated and installed. Human, halt your race, guiding the seeing blind to the furnaces of moist soil and dispersed stardust. 

Gentle Human, you noble beast, are never too bloated to dignified fail. 

—animasuri’22

<< I stole >>

I impertinently stole these words pried from the wicker cutty-stool’s back Was it bamboo, cane, rattan, reed, seagrass, or willow perhaps vinyl: for sure You sat there, arched back, lower disc pains pen held in left itch in the armpit: paper smudges I will hold you responsible for all the things you did not and knowingly omitted: blank page Did you mean for your main character to actively commit someone to the immorally dead by turning her head away from agency Ah bestowed upon loss of autonomous pages where are thou free’edness Rip the rattan claw them out: cat Let the inner frame be naked and stand out Spill your guts out: filled The page silenced the stomachs

—animasuri’22