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| ==== Annbonny'S Ark ==== | ==== Annbonny'S Ark ==== |
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| A series of events from the simple start in the technologies and systems we have for the work we do (here and now, Times Up and all that), then visiting friends and family between Europe and Australia gets slower until I end up on one of these slow boats. As issues arise, I change boats to get to different places, but never in time, so I realise that most “urgent issues” are not really that urgent and we wind up on the first big raft, making stuff up as we go along, maintaining a mixture of engineering and entertainment, stories and structures. | A series of events from the simple start in the technologies and systems we have for the work we do (here and now, Times Up and all that), then visiting friends and family between Europe and Australia gets slower until I end up on one of these slow boats. As issues arise, I change boats to get to different places, but never in time, so I realise that most “urgent issues” are not really that urgent and we wind up on the first big raft, making stuff up as we go along, maintaining a mixture of engineering and entertainment, stories and structures. |
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| Tina: I learn to cook - even learnt to enjoy doing it, much to my surprise, as well as I occasionally join the film-crew on the ark, either documenting what is happening on the “madeira-seized” ark or re-interpreting and visualizing the fake news from the journalist team. But, mainly I’ll be occupied by strolling through the ark, observing and enjoying what I see and get carried away with my thoughts. | |
| | Tina: The context in my earlier days (being with Time's Up) gave me the opportunity to develop a broad spectrum of interests. One of them, amongst others, has been into migration and nomadism of all sorts, triggering smaller and bigger social changes and impacts. I have been aware and interested in the formation of “the raft”, slowly growing and turning into floating villages, populated with all kinds of people with different educational and cultural backgrounds, developing new and alternate ways of living, working, researching, creating together. |
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| | The moment the first Ark was about to leave I decided to join. Credible rumors said, that the “ark-society”, due to rather dense living conditions (minimal space) developed methods and strategies of conflict-management, which allow a notable reduction of escalations amongst inhabitants. A highly attempting reason to go there. I had the pleasure meeting Valentina, as being in the team for "conflict-management" in my very first days, knowing her from former days, even working with her on possible future scenarios in the 2010-years. She taught me a lot about here physiological methods and amongst that we started fleshing out stories together, which we like bringing into movie-like shapes, as well as codevelop them with Mara and Alkan into fake-news for the the daily-newspaper. In parallel, this activity supports one of my most loved occupations: the simple strolling and observing, searching for “pockets of absurdity” in society, nature, surrounding environments. And as I keep dragging around either a photo- and/or videocamera, a few of the results can be then used by the ark-news department and feed the real/fake stories with images found by just looking around. |
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| | Another noteworthy passion I developed shortly after I arrived at the Ark, is - to my own surprise - an interest in food-supply which was/is a big issue at the Ark, due to restricted space and resources. There was a growing group of mixed experts and non-experts, all trying mutually facing and solving “food-concerns” at the Ark. Botanists, chefs, “plant-whisperers”, everyday-life gardeners, food-chemists and scientists, “herb-witches”, biologists,.. all of them work together in food-creation, food-processing and delivery. Within that group Maja and I fostered our long-term relationship, her growing knowledge and passion towards foodstuff is always a pleasure to get briefed in. |
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| | But - due to the recent glitch we lost a huge amount of both, our knowledge and stock of seeds. Research being documented to manipulate without destroying the natural structure of seeds disappeared. Some of the knowledge-carries of all sorts vanished at all or at least lost memory... |
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| | Apart from finding people who help regaining this knowledge I'm also here at this cocktail party to find people helping our chefs to collect ideas for dishes mainly consisting of our momentary staples, being loads of algae and mushrooms, tiny pumpkins and rice-extract which through heat gains its known texture and form. We still have a varied stock of herbal and spice essences left.... |
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| Valentina: I used to work at Madeira ITI back in 20014. i was assistant professor in interaction design and digital media. I met my boyfriend in Madeira so i stayed in this lovely island, but after some years it started to feel small. i needed a change. My boyfriend, a software engineer by training, became passionate about open source and hackers movement while i was exploring the layered world of bioenergetics, counselling and body centred psychoanalysis. One evening we looked at each other and realised that we were ready to leave the island, try new adventures and excercise our knew knowledge. Nuno found an add from Annibonnie Ark looking for open source enthusiasts to document the Ark structure and maintenance manual. Nuno asked me if i was up for joining the ark and i immediately felt that was a great opportunity. the life shift i was looking for. a great opportunity to start practicing my new skills. I was i freshly graduate core energetics psychologist when i embarked on the ark. I joined the Ark to counsel people and manage expectations, dreams, panic attacks and everything in between.then with time, my role became more fuzzy. people are always people but on the ark things were different. the listening role of the psychologist would often extend for many hours during the day with the same person or out of the privacy setting of the of a single session into group sessions that would form spontaneously somewhere on a remote deck of the ship. then the listening would become telling, stories would start to flow, weaving together real stories with fiction with future planning and wishful thinking. sometimes at night when i cannot sleep, i write down those tales. i’d like to make a movie one day with Tina’s help this might well happen :) | Valentina: I used to work at Madeira ITI back in 20014. i was assistant professor in interaction design and digital media. I met my boyfriend in Madeira so i stayed in this lovely island, but after some years it started to feel small. i needed a change. My boyfriend, a software engineer by training, became passionate about open source and hackers movement while i was exploring the layered world of bioenergetics, counselling and body centred psychoanalysis. One evening we looked at each other and realised that we were ready to leave the island, try new adventures and excercise our knew knowledge. Nuno found an add from Annibonnie Ark looking for open source enthusiasts to document the Ark structure and maintenance manual. Nuno asked me if i was up for joining the ark and i immediately felt that was a great opportunity. the life shift i was looking for. a great opportunity to start practicing my new skills. I was i freshly graduate core energetics psychologist when i embarked on the ark. I joined the Ark to counsel people and manage expectations, dreams, panic attacks and everything in between.then with time, my role became more fuzzy. people are always people but on the ark things were different. the listening role of the psychologist would often extend for many hours during the day with the same person or out of the privacy setting of the of a single session into group sessions that would form spontaneously somewhere on a remote deck of the ship. then the listening would become telling, stories would start to flow, weaving together real stories with fiction with future planning and wishful thinking. sometimes at night when i cannot sleep, i write down those tales. i’d like to make a movie one day with Tina’s help this might well happen :) |
| Mara: Chief editor of the Ark's newspaper (oscillating between fiction and reality) | Mara: Chief editor of the Ark's newspaper (oscillating between fiction and reality) |
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| Alkan: gonzo journalist (with an alcohol problem) | As a person coming from a background on informatics shifting towards technologies entertainment, I then saw all the evolution happening in the entertainment industry it became bigger and bigger but using more and more virtual ways, the content became less and less important it was more about the spectacle rather than experience, so in that way I started moving to more "traditional ways" of entertainment like fictional short stories. When I heard about the ark i just decided to apply to a position in the Journal Ark but not very long after i decided to found a new kind of journal one where the news were a way of entertaining the habitants of the ark. The "FakeNEWSpapper" becomes a mainstream way of entertainment for the inhabitants. Relies heavily on irony and deadpan humor, it's focus portraits the encounters with the aliens in the planets where the ark passes by but also what is happening in the rafts. People do know that they are fake news but sometimes the line between the real and the fake is very thin. |
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| | Alkan: A schizophrenic gonzo journalist with manic-depressive tendencies, Alkan came to the Ark hoping to regenerate his career through a dramatic scoop on the third culture, which he attempts to investigate through interviews with the Ark's crew and prospective recruits. Due to insider contacts, and with the slimmest demonstration of actual ability, he somehow managed to scrape his way into working for the Ark's newspaper. However, an intrinsic lack of social graces and complete inability to communicate with other humans, coupled with a near-total obliviousness to his surroundings, renders his journalistic aspirations problematic to say the least. Mired in perpetual doubt, he constantly seeks verification of what he's just heard, and is often found asking the same question up to twenty times in a row, subsequently attempting to cross-check the same number of times by bringing one or more others into the conversation and generally confusing everything in the process. Consequently, his approach is dreaded and if possible avoided by those who know him directly or by reputation. |
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| Istvan: role-shifting stowaway with links to the hobo signing network | Istvan: role-shifting stowaway with links to the hobo signing network |
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| It was Ann Bonny who convinced me that I should join the crew as an ambassador of Earth-bound Third Culture, a living example of intertwingularity and an early warning sign in unproductive (or dangerous) conflict situations. Since then I have been training in connecting everything (and everyone) with everything (and everyone) else, often working with [[:/thalience|Thalience]], trans-species communication and first contact with sentient beings. I live in a borrowed scenery, a layered garden with a contemplative core surrounded by a hydroponic and soil-based food fores. I sometimes supply foodstuffs and work in the kitchen with Tina, cooking up many a Third Culture feast. I am a firm believer that food is the foundation of the X-factor that can make the Third Culture work. I often spend my time with Tim, who comes to use my contemplation chamber. When on Earth, I take my musings with Tim back to the New Convent raft, that was founded by Lies and Stevie after a decade of [[:/doing nothing]] experiments at FoAM from 2014. Sometimes I write memoirs from my life and work for the Ark's newspapers, as I begin to feel that life is slowly draining out of me, and mysterious cancers keep eating me away. Valentina has been a great help to me through this paliative process. I met Julian at one of Ann Bonny's banquets and we spend many an evening reminiscing about old times. I see Alkan and Istvan in passing, and they both make me laugh (and cry sometimes too). Nik and I are still married, phylotically connected through various streams of consciousness and meeting in different times and dimensions, often reliving our early relationship using a fluid time-protocol he developed. The protocol it is a bit glitchy, so we also end up stranded in Wolfsburg in 2005, then more than happy to re-emerge in our current timeline, intertwined with the Ark, and each other. It was one of Nik's experiments that got us stranded back in Porto in 2014, inadvertently causing the French air traffic controllers' strike. So now, I'm back in 2014, a host at the Ark's cocktail party, tasked to welcome the guests and ease them into Ark's reality. | It was Ann Bonny who convinced me that I should join the crew as an ambassador of Earth-bound Third Culture, a living example of intertwingularity and an early warning sign in unproductive (or dangerous) conflict situations. Since then I have been training in connecting everything (and everyone) with everything (and everyone) else, often working with [[:/thalience|Thalience]], trans-species communication and first contact with sentient beings. I live in a borrowed scenery, a layered garden with a contemplative core surrounded by a hydroponic and soil-based food fores. I sometimes supply foodstuffs and work in the kitchen with Tina, cooking up many a Third Culture feast. I am a firm believer that food is the foundation of the X-factor that can make the Third Culture work. I often spend my time with Tim, who comes to use my contemplation chamber. When on Earth, I take my musings with Tim back to the New Convent raft, that was founded by Lies and Stevie after a decade of [[:/doing nothing]] experiments at FoAM from 2014. Sometimes I write memoirs from my life and work for the Ark's newspapers, as I begin to feel that life is slowly draining out of me, and mysterious cancers keep eating me away. Valentina has been a great help to me through this paliative process. I met Julian at one of Ann Bonny's banquets and we spend many an evening reminiscing about old times. I see Alkan and Istvan in passing, and they both make me laugh (and cry sometimes too). Nik and I are still married, phylotically connected through various streams of consciousness and meeting in different times and dimensions, often reliving our early relationship using a fluid time-protocol he developed. The protocol it is a bit glitchy, so we also end up stranded in Wolfsburg in 2005, then more than happy to re-emerge in our current timeline, intertwined with the Ark, and each other. It was one of Nik's experiments that got us stranded back in Porto in 2014, inadvertently causing the French air traffic controllers' strike. So now, I'm back in 2014, a host at the Ark's cocktail party, tasked to welcome the guests and ease them into Ark's reality. |
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| | ==== Pre-enactment ==== |
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| | The pre-enactment is a closing cocktail party of xCoAx hosted by the crew of Ann Bonny's Ark, with visitors coming in without necessarily knowing what to expect. The backstory of the pre-enactment is that Ann Bonny's Ark fell through a temporal rift and ended in Porto in June 2014, where it all started. The crew are present in their roles at the party, attempting to find missing crew members (who suffered from amnesia) or to recruit new ones (from the third culture fans at xCoAx). Several crew members act as ambassadors receiving the visitors and helping them along (e.g. filling in their potential roles in the crew, interviewing them about Third culture, booking sessions with Ark's psychologist, etc.). |
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| | The pre-enactment lasted about an hour. |
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| | ====Rough text of the toast==== |
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| | Tim opened the pre-enactment with a toast, that would tell a bit of a backstory to the visitors: |
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| | Ladies and gentlemen, |
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| | welcome here tonight |
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| | It seems that I have been elected as some form of spokesperson. This is, as you might imagine, an embarrassment to me and possibly to you. I am a doddery old man. I have enjoyed the past three or more weeks in a hermitage, meditating on all sorts of things. Speech is strange. Luckily I have some notes. |
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| | Please excuse me if I mix or miss my religious or metaphysical metaphors. I seem to have forgotten which is which and might just sort of throw them together, I might even mix up welche sprache ich sprechen soll and might end up in some corner from which it is hard to extricate myself. Please forgive me, I am an old man, at least 60 years older than I seem. |
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| | We, a few people, have ended up in your exhibition closing cocktails. We have wanted to talk to you because you, the practitioners of the X factor, seem closest to the place that most of us came from. This meeting is important in our history. What you call the X factor, we call the third culture. Not the third world, but a place beyond this art-science disjunction. Our world seems strange to you because, through an anomaly of sorts, we come from the future. Unfortunately our present, i.e. your future, is every bit as mundane as your everyday life is to your grandparents. Boring, huh? |
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| | We would also like to apologise, because it seems that our arriving here had some strange effects on air traffic in France. Our algorithms were a bit off. We hope your delays were not too severe. |
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| | Just as a form of explanation, I can speak only for myself. While in 2014 I was but a confused practitioner, trying to work out how my strangely mixed skills on technology and mathematics, the arts and culture and the sciences, could be of value, it was everyday life that caught up with me. Visiting my family on the other side of the planet all of a sudden became complex. Planes became expensive, boats the only way to travel. Somehow the boats slowed down and, before I arrived in Austria, there was an exhibition in Hong Kong. Leaving there I was distracted with a trip to Doha, then Durban. En route to New York a project fell through and I changed ships back to Rotterdam. After a year, I had not left the sea and was beginning to realise that really, there was no reason to worry. |
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| | If you cannot change it, don't worry about it. |
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| | Keep calm and Carry on. We felt like English royalty. On the open ocean. We all began to. As floating villages formed, we all felt special. We applied our skills in technology and the arts to survival and surviving well. We recycled everything, we shared our skills. We had to keep notes and open source everything, to keep our world afloat. One of the most sought after skills was plumbing, so we all became plumbers, managing the fresh and not so fresh water, composting our shit and growing veggies. As the land became too hard to live on, with overpopulation and climate stress, the rafts became humanity's new home. New ways of living were necessary. It is with a touch of pride that I say that we were one of the first. |
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| | No normalization. Not resistant to change. |
| | Unstructured. Hard to search. |
| | Failure prone. A concern with the particular. |
| | From another perspective, the same. |
| | A ragged multiplicity. |
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| | Ah. That was yesterday. Sorry. |
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| | Today is a special day. Anne Bonny, while not our leader, was an inspiration for us all. Four years ago she passed away, or at least passed into cryogenic suspension. The woman who said that a person should be able to write a sonnet and an instruction manual, who made cold fusion reproducable and open source, has given her name to our ark. The ark is the logical extension of the rafts, a spaceship the size of Madeira, slowly getting ready to unfurl her solar sail and depart this planet for the greatest adventure. |
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| | Which is why we are here with you. A number of our crew are possibly amongst you, perhaps you yourself are one of them, forgetting your place on the ship. We seem to have partial amnesia. Please talk to us, perhaps we can draw you back out of your amnesia. If not, mingle with us anyway, see whether you would like to join us in this future, this third culture that is preparing to depart for good. There are no fixed roles on the ark, we ask you to join and to change. |
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| | While we would like to celebrate Anna Bonny, our reluctant and humble hero, we would also like to propose a toast. A toast to the third culture and to you, dear xCoAxers, for watering the seeds of the Third Culture in these strange times that you live in. |
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| * [[Springfield]] | * [[Springfield]] |
| * [[AnnBonny's Ark|annbonny_ark]] | * [[AnnBonny's Ark|annbonny_ark]] |
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maja