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I heard another disappointment re Wolfram being wrong or knavish, anyone el=
se
agree with that? How would "cellular automata" relate to human behavior,=

cognition, etc.? What's the role of ca in AI and autopoesis, god games etc=
.?


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> >> * The Man Who Cracked The Code to Everything
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> >> Steven Levy talks to Stephen Wolfram, boy genius turned recluse
> >> turned science renegade, about his new book "A New Kind of Science."


Does Wolfram talk about sexual selection?



> >> Ten years in the making Wolfram's wide-ranging book outlines a
> >> fundamental new way of modeling complex systems, like the second
> >> law of thermodynamics, the randomness of financial markets, and
> >> new forms of encryption. The book concludes with the principle of
> >> "computational equivalence" where simple rules produce complex
> >> results, and everything achieves the same level of complexity.
> >> http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/10.06/wolfram.html
> >> Wired.com, June 2002
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> IT WILL NOT WITH STAND THE VIOLENCE oV LV>THEORY {TM}!!!!!!
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> Stephen Wolfram - missed the mistery. which tarkovski unkovered +=

> nn embodies
>

I agree, but how do cellular automata relate to language?



> | it was r!!!!!!!ght under h!z [ugly] nose -
> family.man.family.man.fa.mi.ly.maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
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> nn - tarkovski was the ocean. i am his dream. stanislaw lem is the cry
> falling from our lips - turning
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> n n immune.play [TM]
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> between us
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> | x^2 + 2ax over your h+art |
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> Focus on the maschine=

> output the very musculature which
> n=
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> . oST>EUROPA - simply.SUPERIOR [c]ccp -
> http://www.membank.org/dataset/n/zizek.o.mp3
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> / i should like to be a human plant
> / __
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> i will shed leaves in the shade
> \_ because i like stepping on bugs
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> *–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–
> Netochka Nezvanova nezvanova@eusocial.com
> http://www.eusocial.com
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> http://www.ggttctttat.com/!
> n r . 5 !!! http://steim.nl/leaves/petalz
> *–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*– –*–*–*–*–*–*–
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> letz read
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> nn openz 01 ov her prezentz
>
>
> prologue:
>
> "i can resist everything except temptation"
> "we are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars"
>
> when they made fun of languid aesthetes who worshipped beauty and paraded=

> in the
> streets in velvet clothes carrying a single lily they thought of him.
>
> he was one of the wittiest men that ever lived and one of the vainest.
> even casual conversation dropped from his lips in beautifully balanced
> perfect sentences.
>
> his son vyvyan: "when he grew tired of playing he would keep us quiet by=

> telling fairy stories"
>
> beneath the the dazzling rippled surface of these stories is a powerful
> undertone of sadness. they were written at the height of his wordily
> success.
>
> "the only people i would care to be with now are artists and people
> who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what=

> sorrow is:
> no one other interests me. […] there are times when sorrow seems to me=

> the singular truth.
> others things may be illusions of the eye or the appetite made to blind t=
he
> one and cloy
> the other, but out of sorrow have the worlds been built. at the birth of =
a
> child
> and that of a star there is pain"
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> the happy prince
>
> high above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the happy
> prince. he was gilded all over
> with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and =
a
> large red ruby glowed on
> his sword-hilt.
>
> he was very much admired indeed. `he is as beautiful as a weathercock,'=

> remarked one of the
> town councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic
> tastes; `only not quite so
> useful,' he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, whic=
h
> he really was not.
> `why can't you be like the happy prince?' asked a sensible mother of her=

> little boy who was crying
> for the moon. `the happy prince never dreams of crying for anything.'
>
> `i am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,' muttered a=

> disappointed man as he
> gazed at the wonderful statue.
>
> `he looks just like an angel,' said the charity children as they came out=

> of the cathedral in their
> bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores.
>
> `how do you know?' said the mathematical master, `you have never seen one=
.'
>
> `ah! but we have, in our dreams,' answered the children; and the
> mathematical master frowned and
> looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.
>
> one night there flew over the city a little swallow. his friends had gone=

> away to egypt six weeks
> before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most
> beautiful reed. he had met her
> early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow
> moth, and had been so
> attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
>
> `shall i love you?' said the swallow, who liked to come to the point at=

> once, and the reed made him
> a low bow. so he flew round and round her, touching the water with his
> wings, and making silver
> ripples. this was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
>
> `it is a ridiculous attachment,' twittered the other swallows, `she has n=
o
> money, and far too many
> relations;' and indeed the river was quite full of reeds. then, when the=

> autumn came, they all flew
> away.
>
> after they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love.=

> `she has no conversation,' he
> said, `and i am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting=

> with the wind.' and certainly,
> whenever the wind blew, the reed made the most graceful curtsies. `i admi=
t
> that she is domestic,'
> he continued, `but i love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should=

> love travelling also.'
>
> `will you come away with me?' he said finally to her; but the reed shook=

> her head, she was so
> attached to her home.
>
> `you have been trifling with me,' he cried, `i am off to the pyramids.
> good-bye!' and he flew away.
>
> all day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. `where
> shall i put up?' he said; `i hope
> the town has made preparations.'
>
> then he saw the statue on the tall column. `i will put up there,' he crie=
d;
> `it is a fine position with
> plenty of fresh air.' so he alighted just between the feet of the happy=

> prince.
>
> `i have a golden bedroom,' he said softly to himself as he looked round,=

> and he prepared to go to
> sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of=

> water fell on him. `what a
> curious thing!' he cried, `there is not a single cloud in the sky, the
> stars are quite clear and bright,
> and yet it is raining. the climate in the north of europe is really
> dreadful. the reed used to like the
> rain, but that was merely her selfishness.'
>
> then another drop fell.
>
> `what is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?' he said; `i=

> must look for a good
> chimney-pot,' and he determined to fly away.
>
> but before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up,=

> and saw - ah! what did he
> see?
>
> the eyes of the happy prince were filled with tears, and tears were runni=
ng
> down his golden
> cheeks. his face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little swallo=
w
> was filled with pity.
>
> `who are you?' he said.
>
> `i am the happy prince.'
>
> `why are you weeping then?' asked the swallow; `you have quite drenched=

> me.'
>
> `when i was alive and had a human heart,' answered the statue, `i did not=

> know what tears were,
> for i lived in the palace of sans-souci, where sorrow is not allowed to=

> enter. in the daytime i played
> with my companions in the garden, and in the evening i led the dance in t=
he
> great hall. round the
> garden ran a very lofty wall, but i never cared to ask what lay beyond it=
,
> everything about me was so
> beautiful. my courtiers called me the happy prince, and happy indeed i wa=
s,
> if pleasure be
> happiness. so i lived, and so i died. and now that i am dead they have se=
t
> me up here so high that i
> can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my hea=
rt
> is made of lead yet i
> cannot choose but weep.'
>
> `what, is he not solid gold?' said the swallow to himself. he was too
> polite to make any personal
> remarks out loud.
>
> `far away,' continued the statue in a low musical voice, `far away in a=

> little street there is a poor
> house. one of the windows is open, and through it i can see a woman seate=
d
> at a table. her face is
> thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle,=

> for she is a seamstress.
> she is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of=

> the queen's
> maids-of-honour to wear at the next court-ball. in a bed in the corner of=

> the room her little boy is
> lying ill. he has a fever, and is asking for oranges. his mother has
> nothing to give him but river
> water, so he is crying. swallow, swallow, little swallow, will you not
> bring her the ruby out of my
> sword-hilt? my feet are fastened to this pedestal and i cannot move.'
>
> `i am waited for in egypt,' said the swallow. `my friends are flying up a=
nd
> down the nile, and talking
> to the large lotus-flowers. soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the=

> great king. the king is there
> himself in his painted coffin. he is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalme=
d
> with spices. round his
> neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered
> leaves.'
>
> `swallow, swallow, little swallow,' said the prince, `will you not stay=

> with me for one night, and be
> my messenger? the boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.'
>
> `i don't think i like boys,' answered the swallow. `last summer, when i w=
as
> staying on the river,
> there were two rude boys, the miller's sons, who were always throwing
> stones at me. they never hit
> me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, i come=

> of a family famous for its
> agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.'
>
> but the happy prince looked so sad that the little swallow was sorry. `it=

> is very cold here,' he said;
> `but i will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.'
>
> `thank you, little swallow,' said the prince.
>
> so the swallow picked out the great ruby from the prince's sword, and fle=
w
> away with it in his beak
> over the roofs of the town.
>
> he passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were
> sculptured. he passed by
> the palace and heard the sound of dancing. a beautiful girl came out on t=
he
> balcony with her lover.
> `how wonderful the stars are,' he said to her, and how wonderful is the=

> power of love!'
>
> `i hope my dress will be ready in time for the state-ball,' she answered;=

> `i have ordered
> passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy=
.'
>
> he passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of th=
e
> ships. he passed over
> the ghetto, and saw the old jews bargaining with each other, and weighing=

> out money in copper
> scales. at last he came to the poor house and looked in. the boy was
> tossing feverishly on his bed,
> and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. in he hopped, and lai=
d
> the great ruby on the
> table beside the woman's thimble. then he flew gently round the bed,
> fanning the boy's forehead
> with his wings. `how cool i feel,' said the boy, `i must be getting
> better;' and he sank into a delicious
> slumber.
>
> then the swallow flew back to the happy prince, and told him what he had=

> done. `it is curious,' he
> remarked, `but i feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.'
>
> `that is because you have done a good action,' said the prince. and the=

> little swallow began to
> think, and then he fell asleep. thinking always made him sleepy.
>
> when day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. `what a remarkab=
le
> phenomenon,' said
> the professor of ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. `a swallo=
w
> in winter!' and he wrote
> a long letter about it to the local newspaper. every one quoted it, it wa=
s
> full of so many words that
> they could not understand.
>
> `tonight i go to egypt,' said the swallow, and he was in high spirits at=

> the prospect. he visited all
> the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple.=

> wherever he went the
> sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, `what a distinguished
> stranger!' so he enjoyed himself
> very much.
>
> when the moon rose he flew back to the happy prince. `have you any
> commissions for egypt?' he
> cried; `i am just starting.'
>
> `swallow, swallow, little swallow,' said the prince, `will you not stay=

> with me one night longer?'
>
> `i am waited for in egypt,' answered the swallow. `to-morrow my friends=

> will fly up to the second
> cataract. the river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a gre=
at
> granite throne sits
> the god memnon. all night long he watches the stars, and when the morning=

> star shines he utters
> one cry of joy, and then he is silent. at noon the yellow lions come down=

> to the water's edge to drink.
> they have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar =
of
> the cataract.'
>
> `swallow, swallow, little swallow,' said the prince, `far away across the=

> city i see a young man in a
> garret. he is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler b=
y
> his side there is a bunch
> of withered violets. his hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as=
a
> pomegranate, and he has
> large and dreamy eyes. he is trying to finish a play for the director of=

> the theatre, but he is too cold
> to write any more. there is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him=

> faint.'
>
> `i will wait with you one night longer,' said the swallow, who really had=
a
> good heart. `shall i take
> him another ruby?'
>
> `alas! i have no ruby now,' said the prince; `my eyes are all that i have=

> left. they are made of rare
> sapphires, which were brought out of india a thousand years ago. pluck ou=
t
> one of them and take it
> to him. he will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and=

> finish his play.'
>
> `dear prince,' said the swallow, `i cannot do that;' and he began to weep.
>
> `swallow, swallow, little swallow,' said the prince, `do as i command you=
.'
>
> so the swallow plucked out the prince's eye, and flew away to the student=
's
> garret. it was easy
> enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. through this he darted=
,
> and came into the room.
> the young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the
> flutter of the bird's wings,
> and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the wither=
ed
> violets.
>
> `i am beginning to be appreciated,' he cried; `this is from some great
> admirer. now i can finish my
> play,' and he looked quite happy.
>
> the next day the swallow flew down to the harbour. he sat on the mast of =
a
> large vessel and
> watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. `heave=

> a-hoy!' they shouted as
> each chest came up. `i am going to egypt!' cried the swallow, but nobody=

> minded, and when the
> moon rose he flew back to the happy prince.
>
> `i am come to bid you good-bye,' he cried.
>
> `swallow, swallow, little swallow,' said the prince, `will you not stay=

> with me one night longer?'
>
> `it is winter,' answered the swallow, `and the chill snow will soon be
> here. in egypt the sun is warm
> on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazil=
y
> about them. my
> companions are building a nest in the temple of baalbec, and the pink and=

> white doves are
> watching them, and cooing to each other. dear prince, i must leave you, b=
ut
> i will never forget you,
> and next spring i will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of
> those you have given away. the
> ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue a=
s
> the great sea.'
>
> `in the square below,' said the happy prince, `there stands a little
> match-girl. she has let her
> matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. her father will bea=
t
> her if she does not bring
> home some money, and she is crying. she has no shoes or stockings, and he=
r
> little head is bare.
> pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat=

> her.'
>
> `i will stay with you one night longer,' said the swallow, `but i cannot=

> pluck out your eye. you would
> be quite blind then.'
>
> `swallow, swallow, little swallow,' said the prince, `do as i command you=
.'
>
> so he plucked out the prince's other eye, and darted down with it. he
> swooped past the match-girl,
> and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. `what a lovely bit of
> glass,' cried the little girl; and
> she ran home, laughing.
>
> then the swallow came back to the prince. `you are blind now,' he said, `=
so
> i will stay with you
> always.'
>
> `no, little swallow,' said the poor prince, `you must go away to egypt.'
>
> `i will stay with you always,' said the swallow, and he slept at the
> prince's feet.
>
> all the next day he sat on the prince's shoulder, and told him stories of=

> what he had seen in strange
> lands. he told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks=

> of the nile, and catch
> gold fish in their beaks; of the sphinx, who is as old as the world itsel=
f
> and lives in the desert, and
> knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their=

> camels, and carry amber
> beads in their hands; of the king of the mountains of the moon, who is as=

> black as ebony, and
> worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a
> palm-tree, and has twenty
> priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a b=
ig
> lake on large flat leaves,
> and are always at war with the butterflies.
>
> `dear little swallow,' said the prince, `you tell me of marvellous things=
,
> but more marvellous than
> anything is the suffering of men and of women. there is no mystery so gre=
at
> as misery. fly over my
> city, little swallow, and tell me what you see there.'
>
> so the swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in=

> their beautiful houses,
> while the beggars were sitting at the gates. he flew into dark lanes, and=

> saw the white faces of
> starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. under the=

> archway of a bridge two little
> boys were lying in one another's arms to try and keep themselves warm. `h=
ow
> hungry we are!' they
> said. `you must not lie here,' shouted the watchman, and they wandered ou=
t
> into the rain.
>
> then he flew back and told the prince what he had seen.
>
> `i am covered with fine gold,' said the prince, `you must take it off, le=
af
> by leaf, and give it to my poor;
> the living always think that gold can make them happy.'
>
> leaf after leaf of the fine gold the swallow picked off, till the happy=

> prince looked quite dull and
> grey. leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the
> children's faces grew rosier, and
> they laughed and played games in the street. `we have bread now!' they
> cried.
>
> then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. the streets looked=

> as if they were made of
> silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal
> daggers hung down from the
> eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wo=
re
> scarlet caps and skated
> on the ice.
>
> the poor little swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave th=
e
> prince, he loved him too
> well. he picked up crumbs outside the baker's door where the baker was no=
t
> looking, and tried to
> keep himself warm by flapping his wings.
>
> but at last he knew that he was going to die. he had just strength to fly=

> up to the prince's shoulder
> once more. `good-bye, dear prince!' he murmured, `will you let me kiss yo=
ur
> hand?'
>
> `i am glad that you are going to egypt at last, little swallow,' said the=

> prince, `you have stayed too
> long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for i love you.'
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> `it is not to egypt that i am going,' said the swallow. `i am going to th=
e
> house of death. death is the
> brother of sleep, is he not?'
>
> and he kissed the happy prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his fee=
t.
>
> at that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something=

> had broken. the fact is
> that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. it certainly was a
> dreadfully hard frost. early the next
> morning the mayor was walking in the square below in company with the tow=
n
> councillors. as they
> passed the column he looked up at the statue: `dear me! how shabby the
> happy prince looks!' he
> said.
>
> `how shabby indeed!' cried the town councillors, who always agreed with t=
he
> mayor, and they went
> up to look at it.
>
> `the ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golde=
n
> no longer,' said the
> mayor; `in fact, he is little better than a beggar!'
>
> `little better than a beggar' said the town councillors.
>
> `and here is actually a dead bird at his feet!' continued the mayor. `we=

> must really issue a
> proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.' and the town=

> clerk made a note of the
> suggestion.
>
> so they pulled down the statue of the happy prince. `as he is no longer=

> beautiful he is no longer
> useful,' said the art professor at the university.
> then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the mayor held a meeting of=

> the corporation to decide
> what was to be done with the metal. `we must have another statue, of
> course,' he said, `and it shall
> be a statue of myself.'
>
> `of myself,' said each of the town councillors, and they quarrelled. when=
i
> last heard of them they
> were quarrelling still.
>
> `what a strange thing!' said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry.=

> `this broken lead heart will
> not melt in the furnace. we must throw it away.' so they threw it on a
> dust-heap where the dead
> swallow was also lying.
>
> `bring me the two most precious things in the city,' said god to one of h=
is
> angels; and the angel
> brought him the leaden heart and the dead bird.
>
> `you have rightly chosen,' said god, `for in my garden of paradise this=

> little bird shall sing for
> evermore, and in my city of gold the happy prince shall praise me.'
>
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>
> "someday perhaps you shall read these to my children when we visit you
> ……
>
>
> mo! je t'offr!ra!z dez perlez de plu!e venuez de pa!s ou !l ne pleut paz
>
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