Live Blog from GUEST, GHOST, HOST: MACHINE! Marathon

guest, ghost, host: machine, baby, teardrop
The White Pube

October 7, 2017

RAQS MEDIA COLLECTIVE: SHUDDA

LIVING LABOUR, DEAD LABOUR, GHOST LABOUR

dominant residual emergent culture. [link]

HOW DID THE TIME WE SAVED WHILE INVENTING MACHINES GET LOST WHILE THEY BECAME MORE LIKE US

- - - - machine as folklore // hologram as ghost / / / robot as the body of a single secret teardrop, teardrops of sad gods looking down at us all, not angry but disappointed /// alien as exotic as Other ooOoOOo

  • THE KING IS DEAD LONG LIVE THE HOLOGRAM//// SILENT TELEGRAMS OF SPECTRAL POWER / / ENJOY///

"""HISTORY IS HUBRIS IN DRAG""""

ANUPAM GUHA & SHUDDA:

i eat data for breakfast, a chaotic breakfast, bc i am AI;;;; ; ;; ; ; lol

Indian like farms, ::::: >>>>>vvvvvv

“hello sweety, u r looking so cute. pls respond my message”

“hi, beauty, i want to b friends, how are u today, pls like my profile i will also like urs :)))))))”

DATA WILL BE THE OIL OF THE FUTURE - MUKESH AMBANI

“my dear, i am not made of money, do i look like Mukesh Ambani???” - my uncle

1:

I went to Taipei in August;;; walking around i saw people wearing slogan t-shirts with a kind of garbled line;;; 140 characters or thereabouts, non-sequitur, aphorism. out of context, not-making-sense, it’s own kind of sense, or rationale. a kind of botched, ungramaticised raw english;;; how knowing is that?? how deliberate how ;;; i loved those slogan t-shirts, i kept trying to find somewhere i could buy one of my own; bc they reminded me of the death of grammar, how it is a social construct, socially enforced, i hope when the robots take over there will be no grammar, no tenses, no line between adjective, verb, fiction, or assonance.

INTERMISSION:

my eye itches, if i was a cyborg i wouldn’t have this issue, i wouldn’t need contact lenses, lasik as transhumanism lite ahahahahah (((i should cut this out, it undermines my thoughts, i am so good at self-sabotage)))

2:

My cousin just had a baby; her lil baby is so small, not even a whole month old.

When i held her, she was so tiny, and raw, angry at being alive, but so so calm. actually, like a little bug in my arms, like a cartoon or something, not really human; or at least human as i recognised it. Like i knew what she was but it felt so strange, not right, but recognisable.

She just stared at me in the face, she was so good at eye contact, it was kinda uncomfortable. My cousin said she was mapping my face; that i was just a bunch of shapes and colours and she was trying to make sense of it all. this cluster of objects that make up my face. Like the new iPhone X, she was plotting it all and locating my features, registering them.

So strange!!! like a small little robot, like a lil clunky caterpillar. She was unable to hold her own head up, but able to recognise my face from at least 2 meters. I’ve never felt so human and so not. i couldn’t quite register the creature i was holding in my arms; it was a kind of magic i thought. The kind of magic machines and computers can have. a kind of wonder and just oh! so magical!

fin~~~~~~

AI AS: NOT AN ADVERSARY, BUT AN ALLY IN THE FIGHT AGAINST CAPITALISM;;;; BY LABOURING BODIES IN SOLIDARITY WITH EACH OTHER,,,,,,,,,,,,,

long live the revolution, comrade saab. Laal salaam, the body smells of musk and vanilla, the sign of shahid.

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these things all make sense in my mind, they’re all linked, to me. but i feel sorry for you while ur reading this, bc i know i probably seem like that meme::: (i've attached it somewhere, the conspiracy theory meme idk where it is on the page ah)