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===== Dilzio ▽ Patabotanica ===== | ===== Dilzio ▽ Patabotanica ===== | ||
- | (via http://dilzio.borrowed-scenery.org/) | + | < |
- | ====On freedom of expression versus censorship==== | ||
- | Fri Oct 19, 2012 12:48 am | ||
- | As one of the moderators of the forum (and in my capacity as Chief Officer of Multiple Personalities), | + | ===Hello world!=== |
- | < | + | Tue Sep 11, 2012 4:18 pm |
- | Arrezenpholianz Culmendiabuz | + | Welcome, one and all. |
- | Officer of Multiple Personalities | + | |
+ | --[[:/ | ||
- | ====Edible language experiment==== | + | ---- |
- | Wed Oct 17, 2012 4:50 pm | + | |
- | (Towards a vocabulary of taste of Lingua Ignota words) | + | ===First day setting up in the abandoned candy store=== |
- | Test subjects: humans, edible plants \\ | + | Tue Sep 25, 2012 5:12 pm |
- | Moon Phase: Sturgeon Moon \\ | + | |
- | Conditions: partially electrified, | + | |
- | This was a cross-species edible language experiment conducted by myself and recorded by Mandrago long ago. He lost his lab notebook and so we are unable to determine which words came from plants and which from humans. I had hoped he would find it in the meantime, but unfortunately not. | + | (Sturgeon Moon, Parallel Holiday of Incandescent Flowers, 293856 RPT) |
- | Several months afterward, one test subject described | + | We have finally started setting up in the abandoned candy store. Our new laboratory is located in a big room at the end of a long, narrow corridor. Cloudy light filters down through large skylights high above, suffusing everything in eery muted whiteness. The strangest thing about this room is that there are no plants in here yet. They will arrive tomorrow; today we have to set up the furniture and struggle to make sense the first pieces of botanical translation machinery our assistants have found for us: scouring as they have the peculiar shops and fleamarkets of a nearby city for useful equipment. |
- | There was this paper and stuff you could eat, and then all these strange words came out of our mouths. Do you have any more? | + | {{> |
- | - slurbicious | + | {{> |
- | - tadanculus smooi | + | |
- | - toothpaste, hosti, red | + | |
- | - olsynth | + | |
- | - xyzzyxxyzzyx | + | |
- | - tasty blood, chewing gum | + | |
- | - disappearing into nothing | + | |
- | - middle ages | + | |
- | - book with leaves of a citrus tree | + | |
- | - fireworks | + | |
- | - een kaderke | + | |
- | - drip drip drip drip drip drip | + | |
- | - middle ages | + | |
- | - thought | + | |
- | - pepper | + | |
- | - a field of mint leaves | + | |
- | - my first theft and guilt | + | |
- | - Mmmmmmmmm | + | |
- | - mos | + | |
- | - blue and red, many angles | + | |
- | --[[: | + | Our assistants are difficult to comprehend and often exasperating, |
- | ====Cargo cult: conclusions==== | + | Herbert Taraxi has faced many challenges in trying to devise interfaces between the stagnant technologies of this world and the sentient alchemy he is most familiar with. He continues to complain that the voices of plants are almost impossible to detect using available microphones. And so he spent the afternoon curled up, brooding behind the sofa, impossible to rouse. |
- | Wed Oct 17, 2012 10: | + | |
- | Amidst Ashton' | + | --[[: |
- | Fortunately this has just picked up momentum. The new assistant has already been mentioned. I'm mystified as to just what we'll find in the Snoepwinkel in a few days' time. Maybe the whole place will be [[: | + | ===Moondrop Potion=== |
- | --[[:user/ | + | Tue Sep 25, 2012 5:13 pm |
- | ====Newly-installed specimen==== | + | (Blue Moon, Elliptical Patabotanical Time 39488:102, Era of Vampire Princess Mildred' |
- | Tue Oct 16, 2012 12:41 pm | + | |
- | Another assistant has turned up, like the sudden appearance | + | I distill my potion beside forest pools in the first light of dawn, under the slowly sinking silvery moon of late summer. In these forests I collect wild verbena and lady’s mantle, which grow in the hidden dells and culverts where falling droplets of moonlight congeal. These droplets of alchemical moon water can be preserved using a delicate crystalline apparatus. At a moment just after the false dawn, when the coolest, palest colour of the day filters through the leaves of the forest, I infuse these droplets with scents that are condensations of dreams and memories, and mingle them with the volatile essences of verbena; then my potion is almost complete. I prepare |
- | Sprouting: fungi, diodes, bioluminescent exhalations, | + | Two drops of the potion are dripped onto an Alchemilla leaf held in the cupped hand of the drinker. (These leaves must be folded into the protective pages of a book made from ancient parchment, to preserve their sustaining properties.) At the same time as the potion is drunk, the elixir of concentrated morning dew must be sprayed in a fine mist above the drinker’s head. Those who partake of these substances will catch a fleeting but piquant vision - an awakening landscape of Viriditas. |
- | --[[: | + | Amidst the hurly-burly of the picnic carnival in the Citadelpark, |
- | ---- | + | |
- | Wed Oct 17, 2012 10:57 am | + | The landscape is a picture filled with leaves, where forest rain falls in the first chill of autumn; a misty time of day with traces of humidity; damp, fresh, growing, and wet on the face. There are pools of moonlit water into which you plummet, pulled upwards and downwards at once and sucked ever deeper into a place where you can just be, behind the whirlwinds and finally at peace with the daemons. Creatures faint in a lemony scent, and sometimes the taste of peppermint accompanies problems with technical parts and nearly-destroyed nature. Somewhere else you catch glimpses of a silvery metal in straight, angular, and machinic shapes, amidst waving grass and endless fields of fairy floss, suffused in a sweet, pinkish colour and tasting of honey. Further away, perhaps, you come to the shore of a place that may be Italy, where intensely comfortable boats float in the warm twilight. Further still, and you reach a lush, nearly deserted island where ritual initiations are taking place; you want to swim in the warm waters. In the early morning you waken to the blue, orange, violet and purple pastels of another dawn, in the mild warmth of crisp, sweet sea air, smelling slightly of fish. Or maybe this landscape is nowhere else but your parent’s garden in summertime, a bright place where time no longer matters. |
- | They have in fact come down from the roof now and seem to be growing | + | But then you’re abruptly shaken |
- | {{>https:// | + | --[[:user/alchumilla]] |
- | //The red light indicates that there is potential for receiving a communication event// | + | ---- |
- | {{> | + | ===Shopping arcades; sleep experiments=== |
- | //The kokedama has been successfully implanted. Now time, and the precise configuration of the human communication interface, will tell// | + | Tue Sep 25, 2012 5:14 pm |
- | Their modality of science imposes | + | Castuus made a rare appearance in the Snoepwinkel yesterday and was much more talkative than usual (in fact he never really talks at all). Evidently something was troubling him, for it’s usually impossible |
- | {{> | + | I overheard him in conversation with one of the research assistants - she’s the only one who’s ever been able to exchange more than a few words with him - but today he was positively animated. It turns out that, while sitting in the deepest recesses of the greenhouse, he began to hear a mysterious singing. Some ferns, normally so silent, had begun a plaintive melody. Somehow this roused him from his meditations, |
- | //The rudimentary translation equipment, to be configured for operation with the God helment | + | Looking around him, he began to feel a jarring, restless melancholy about the people he saw everywhere. He felt they seemed |
- | On the human side of these initial plant-human interface experiments, they are looking into an amplifier/ | + | Then he thought he should try to understand their point of view. He tried to absorb himself in spiritual contemplation of fashion shops and perfume advertisements. He quickly became intoxicated, |
- | Their efforts are laudable and undoubtedly fascinating, though also quite puzzling | + | He went to sleep on the mezzanine with both pillows upon the fossilised plastic grass. The queasy restlessness of the day disturbed his sleep, and as he twisted and turned he moved his head from one pillow to the other. Then he noticed that his dreams changed depending on the grain. A different quality of Viriditas seemed to fill his sleep depending on the different seeds under his head. Late that night he asked Hazel, Ivy and Frazer to try an experiment, sleeping on the different pillows |
- | --[[:user/armormin]] | + | --[[:user/alchumilla]] |
- | ====[The south - notes from a mushroom]==== | + | ---- |
- | Thu Oct 11, 2012 10:10 pm | + | ===Arrival of the trees=== |
- | Australiskuv cruzaqab fungiyip hoilunk kachziachy. Mazmaunkorschibuzqab, zuzilyip bauirizchy; cauizbokunkcomzimaz - fluischachy. | + | Wed Sep 26, 2012 2:56 pm |
- | --Psi subaeruginosa | + | (Beaver Moon, Week of Merry Rollercoaster Rides cira Motionless Daisy Hula-Hop Paraphernalia Exploraton) |
+ | |||
+ | Somehow during the night our laboratory was transformed into a jungle. The light changed; the walls dissolved; or rather, we can now walk right through them and into other locations. Maybe the plants seeped down through the skylights while we slept; perhaps the machine elves were at work. Our room is now filled with a mesmerising susurrus, and we carry out our research like somnambulists. Celsa Rizofor has discovered a new soma - I am tasting it now, and it is really good. | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the assistants water the plants, the room floods. Many of our notes are washed out onto the streets and into the canals that surround the abandoned candy store, to be discovered who knows where. To escape the deluge we move upstairs and sleep on ancient grass that was fossilised in plastic - it still retains its green pigment after all the passing of the eons. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ---[[: | ||
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- | Thu Oct 11, 2012 10:50 pm | + | ===I don't understand humans=== |
- | I am still working on the details, but I believe that this poster is speaking a heretofore undiscovered plant dialect (no doubt because he is from Australia); he may even be trying to write poetry. | + | Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:07 pm |
- | I can identify many of the particles used, and the overall syntax | + | A general rule of thumb is that human beings dislike being mistaken for vegetables. I made this mistake |
- | --[[:user/eleq]] | + | --[[:user/manmi]] |
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- | Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:50 pm | + | ===Greenhouse contemplation=== |
- | A note on the translation (mechanism), and a more likely hypothesis | + | Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:09 pm |
- | A note to clarify Eleuz' | + | (Worm Moon, 492829 PRT, 4th Octal) |
- | The subaeruginosa mushroom posting above is not of course writing on a keyboard | + | The gardens were deserted |
- | Furthermore, | + | --[[: |
- | Secondly, the mushroom may be using technology found only in the southern hemisphere; in which case, all bets are off and we can only guess at the particular transcoding algorithms used, as we have not yet had the chance to examine one of these biomachines (assuming that they even exist). | + | ---- |
- | In sum, it would be premature to leap to conclusions about the discovery of a new mushroom dialect. I strongly believe the more likely possibility is that this subaeruginosa was communicating in perfectly standard Psilocybish, | + | ===Of making strawberry jam=== |
- | --[[:user/tritar]] | + | Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:11 pm |
+ | |||
+ | So many jams to prepare in so little time and now my assistant has asked me to write it down but I don’t have much to say. As the autumn days shorten I find myself more and more in the fields and forests at twilight, hurrying to gather fruits and herbs and the last of summer’s bounty. My kitchen is overflowing with jars and liquorice, pots, pans, alembics, bottles, children’s toys, it’s such a mess but what can you do, life is bubbling up like hops. | ||
+ | |||
+ | We’re all thinking about the winter to come and the many feasts round the hearth and home and at bonfire festivals. Wines and oils, juices of berries from distant lands, and there’s so many ways that the essences and the substances can be preserved - they’ve got to last for the long winter of course, but it’s much more. When I make strawberry jam some of the essence of the beautiful strawberry princess herself is distilled in the jar. Strawberries in the winter. | ||
+ | |||
+ | --[[:user/andemica]] | ||
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- | Tue Oct 16, 2012 10:45 am | + | ===Watering plant spheres=== |
- | Nosinzizxvlu, zingiabok-onezgiz guziminzchyyaz gragizchy. Phanizchin! | + | Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:17 am |
- | He he he he… LOL | + | * 04/09 - All but 1 side string |
+ | * 06/09 - All string plants | ||
+ | * 13/09 - All string plants | ||
+ | * 20& | ||
+ | * 27/09 All strings sprayed and injected… | ||
- | --Psi subaeruginos | + | --[[: |
- | ====Cargo cult interior design challenge III==== | + | ---- |
- | Thu Oct 11, 2012 4:38 pm | + | ===Saracenia=== |
+ | Fri Sep 28, 2012 12:13 pm | ||
- | We're redesigning | + | Someone wrote a meticulous but incomplete name tag on one of the species we are investigating. There are some details I need to confirm, as I believe they could be inaccurate. For example, does anyone know which " |
- | {{>https://secure.flickr.com/ | + | {{>http://www.flickr.com/ |
- | --[[:user/druko]] | + | --[[:user/cerhy]] |
- | ====Interview featuring three patabotanists==== | + | ---- |
- | Wed Oct 10, 2012 3:46 pm | + | ===Harvest Fest preserves=== |
- | // | + | Fri Sep 28, 2012 12:46 pm |
- | **Magnus Dieter:** Where are you from and why did you come here? | + | The patakitchen was transformed into a distillation laboratory for unusual essences, the last taste of summer in this autumnal hemisphere preserved in oil. I worked all day gently distilling |
- | **Alchemilla Lily Umiliata:** We are researchers and generalists from a parallel reality where plants and humans communicate and collaborate through sentient technology. We became interested in this world when we stumbled on an article on the internet about [[:groworld_hpi_ii|human-plant communication]] here, or rather human-plant non-communication, | + | These were the four recipes: |
- | **Mandrago Fraser Mithrodin:** You understand that both our realities share the internet; I don't know why. It's quite old-fashioned that way. I'm rarely on the internet myself, it gets boring. | + | |
+ | | ||
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+ | | ||
+ | |||
+ | {{120922-170817.jpg}} | ||
+ | |||
+ | --[[: | ||
- | **MD:** And so you decided to intervene? How did you get here? | + | ---- |
- | **ALU:** Not really intervene, but yes, there are these activist movements and artistic and political interventions in this world, and I suppose that what we are doing could be seen in relation to that. As we learned more about your world, we had all become quite concerned about the non-communication between plants and humans, the absence of organic sentient technology and so forth, so we wanted to do something. As to how we got here, maybe Fraser can tell you more. | + | ===Cargo cult interior design challenge |
- | **MFM:** Actually we had a bit of trouble with this - we all disagreed about how to do it. In the end It's like several giant fluffy rabbits bouncing, bouncing… Fur is essential to your survival in this case, but you can end up bouncing everywhere and going nowhere… | + | Tue Oct 02, 2012 4:46 pm |
- | **ALU:** Fraser, what do you mean? | + | Trismegisto has returned with a whole van-load of peculiar apparatuses acquired from a recent auction held by a biotech company after it went bankrupt. He's added these to his growing hoard of scientific instruments - many of them found mouldering away in the basement of a local university. (His research assistant had to be bribed, because he claimed that in order to take these apparatuses he would need to orchestrate a midnight raid on the university, effectively breaking and entering. Apparently it seems we can't simply ask the university directly to lend us equipment that they don't even use.) We can only find space for these often enormous and clumsy machines in the labyrinth of disused rooms connecting to the Snoepwinkel through the one window opening onto the loft of plant meditation. This is also a cause for some concern, as these rooms are leaky and dilapidated, |
- | **MFM:** Well, a few of us decided to try a different approach after all that. And so we ingested Salvia divinorum, which was interesting but terrifying, and probably when all the bouncing started. It actually allowed us to bounce all the way between realities, and so that's how some of us ended up here, and the others could follow through the fluffy wormhole between worlds | + | He has set up an entire rig of interlinked machines and is constantly making forays deeper into the abandoned rooms of the building where our lab is, assembling and disassembling devices, cords, tubes and pipes. Sometimes he can even be seen furtively crawling out of a manhole across |
- | **Trismegisto | + | This extreme disillusion has fed tensions between |
- | **MD:** What were your first impressions upon arriving? | + | --[[:user/eleq]] |
- | **ALU:** We couldn' | + | ---- |
- | **MD:** Please elaborate. | + | Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:40 pm |
- | For example, we discovered an abandoned candy store located in Gent, a city that is very congenial to our interests as there is already a lot of activity and engagement with plants. It seemed | + | sincerely said, i really found your remarkable books by accident when surfing internet yesterday. i had forever want tell, you really do raise so many of good point. exactly! success, it would goes wished |
- | **THT:** We also gradually started to see some potential in the technologies discovered here. Due to their inherent limitations we found it difficult not to dismiss them out of hand at first, but these very limitations inspired us to devise some novel workarounds, | + | --doorknob199 |
- | **MD:** Such as? | + | ---- |
- | **THT:** We established a pataportal to Cornwall that links online and offline worlds. A weather station has been installed, and with the data feed from this we can start to simulate sentient transmutation processes between humans and plants through a variety | + | ===The fallacy |
- | **MFM:** He's talking about the cargo cult interior design challenge! | + | Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:35 pm |
- | Part II of this interview will follow shortly. | + | It is not the place here to present a rigorous critique |
- | ---- | + | In short, it seems that the fallacy of misplaced intangibility is at the root of a good deal of misunderstanding between humans, plants, and us. Theorists and philosophers here have come up with the notion of the fallacy of misplaced concreteness to describe what they variously call fetishism, animism, homeopathic magic, or even by extension such practices as cargo cults. |
- | Wed Oct 10, 2012 5:54 pm | + | This position is articulated in a most outspoken way by the author of an otherwise remarkable tome of some antiquity on this world, whose position statement on magic can be found in full here http:// |
- | I saw this when it first came out in eDit_C#. It struck me as being a rather poor piece of journalism at the time, and though I grant that it is perhaps more "on topic" in this forum than it ever was in the magazine, my opinion remains unchanged. | + | The fallacy is, however, not one of misplaced concreteness, |
- | There are so many flaws here that it is hard to know where to begin. The interviewer fails to elicit the context, which remains unclear throughout; | + | I was going to say more but it will just turn into a rant from here on, so enough said. |
- | In sum: why would anyone waste time on this? m( | + | --[[:user/ |
+ | ---- | ||
- | --uncookedprecaution | + | Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:52 pm |
+ | |||
+ | Frazer, please read your PMs. I'd like to keep this board on topic if possible. | ||
+ | |||
+ | --[[: | ||
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- | Wed Oct 10, 2012 5:58 pm | + | ===Nonsense=== |
- | Thank you for your comments, uncookedprecaution. | + | Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:50 pm |
- | < | + | The art of being most relevant in the most irrelevant circumstances. |
- | </ | + | |
- | Maybe if you followed some of the links (or read some of the other forum posts) you might find some ' | + | --[[: |
- | Re: fabrication, | + | ---- |
+ | Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:08 pm | ||
- | --Motionless Detector | + | Some of the results have been spellbinding, |
+ | |||
+ | Mood: Hilarious | ||
+ | |||
+ | --[[: | ||
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- | Thu Oct 11, 2012 3:52 pm | + | ===Cargo cult interior design challenge II=== |
- | < | + | Wed Oct 03, 2012 6:54 pm |
+ | Herbert' | ||
- | When your magisterial words, I was my mouth fell right open. Far away! Your powerful | + | Fraser has officially declared the Patabotanical Cargo Cult Interior Design Challenge. We are hoping to trick people into plant communication through a meticulous simulation of plant-machine entanglement that is usual in our reality, but must be reached through special contrivances in this one. We will charm visitors into Viriditas through contagious |
- | --doorknob199 | + | --[[: |
- | ====IVLAAMSG62 installed==== | + | ---- |
+ | |||
+ | ===IVLAAMSG62 installed=== | ||
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- | ====Cargo cult interior design challenge II==== | + | {{> |
- | Wed Oct 03, 2012 6:54 pm | + | ---- |
- | Herbert' | + | Wed Oct 10, 2012 5:54 pm |
- | Fraser has officially declared the Patabotanical Cargo Cult Interior Design Challenge. We are hoping to trick people into plant communication through | + | I saw this when it first came out in eDit_C#. It struck me as being a rather poor piece of journalism at the time, and though I grant that it is perhaps more "on topic" |
- | --[[:user/ | + | There are so many flaws here that it is hard to know where to begin. The interviewer fails to elicit the context, which remains unclear throughout; it's virtually impossible to get a picture of who (or what?) these people are and what they are actually doing - or why this is even important to us in the first place. (And after all, it hardly takes much to suspect that the whole interview is mere fabrication anyway.) |
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+ | In sum: why would anyone waste time on this? m( | ||
+ | |||
+ | --uncookedprecaution | ||
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- | Wed Oct 03, 2012 7:08 pm | + | Wed Oct 10, 2012 5:58 pm |
- | Some of the results have been spellbinding, it's like many overlapping wormholes are starting to form in every corner, stretching tendrils out into the streets and through the surrounding buildings. Larch' | + | Thank you for your comments, uncookedprecaution. |
- | Mood: Hilarious | + | < |
+ | </ | ||
- | --[[: | + | Maybe if you followed some of the links (or read some of the other forum posts) you might find some ' |
- | ====Nonsense==== | + | Re: fabrication, |
- | Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:50 pm | + | --Motionless Detector |
- | The art of being most relevant in the most irrelevant circumstances. | + | ---- |
- | --[[:user/manmi]] | + | Thu Oct 11, 2012 3:52 pm **SPAM DETECTION SOFTWARE HAS FLAGGED THIS AS SPAM.** |
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+ | < | ||
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+ | When your magisterial words, I was my mouth fell right open. Far away! Your powerful and effective ideas took me on the next great wave and earnestly wish triumph in some latest presidential elections. Your support given to you I tremble with awe. This time I trust with all my soul right and sincere collaborations after reading your soulful mind eye, it being! | ||
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+ | --doorknob199 | ||
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- | Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:52 pm | + | ===Interview featuring three patabotanists=== |
- | Frazer, please read your PMs. I'd like to keep this board on topic if possible. | + | Wed Oct 10, 2012 3:46 pm |
- | --[[:user/tritar]] | + | //Reproduced below is the first part of an extremely rare interview with three patabotanists (unfortunately the others could not be present for the interview). Magnus Dieter, staff writer for eDit_C# Magazine, managed to catch up with them between pataportals in Cornwall.// |
- | ====The fallacy of misplaced intangibility==== | + | **Magnus Dieter:** Where are you from and why did you come here? |
- | Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:35 pm | + | **Alchemilla Lily Umiliata:** We are researchers and generalists from a parallel reality where plants and humans communicate and collaborate through sentient technology. We became interested in this world when we stumbled on an article on the internet about [[: |
- | It is not the place here to present a rigorous critique of the prevailing viewpoints we have frequently encountered while engaged in our researches in this dimension. But there are certain apparent biases in humans | + | **Mandrago Fraser Mithrodin: |
- | In short, it seems that the fallacy of misplaced intangibility is at the root of a good deal of misunderstanding between humans, plants, and us. Theorists and philosophers here have come up with the notion of the fallacy of misplaced concreteness | + | **MD:** And so you decided |
- | This position is articulated | + | **ALU:** Not really intervene, but yes, there are these activist movements and artistic and political interventions |
- | The fallacy is, however, not one of misplaced concreteness, but its opposite, and it is exactly | + | **MFM:** Actually we had a bit of trouble with this - we all disagreed about how to do it. In the end It's like several giant fluffy rabbits bouncing, bouncing… Fur is essential to your survival in this case, but you can end up bouncing everywhere |
- | I was going to say more but it will just turn into a rant from here on, so enough said. | + | **ALU:** Fraser, what do you mean? |
- | --[[:user/ | + | **MFM:** Well, a few of us decided to try a different approach after all that. And so we ingested Salvia divinorum, which was interesting but terrifying, and probably when all the bouncing started. It actually allowed us to bounce all the way between realities, and so that's how some of us ended up here, and the others could follow through the fluffy wormhole between worlds that we pioneers created. |
- | ---- | + | **Trismegisto Herbert Taraxi:** I'm not sure all of us would agree with the wording of that description. What Mandrago is saying is that we underwent a chemically-facilitated phase transition of our molecular structures |
- | Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:40 pm | + | **MD:** What were your first impressions upon arriving? |
- | sincerely said, i really | + | **ALU:** We couldn' |
- | --doorknob199 | + | **MD:** Please elaborate. |
- | ====Cargo cult interior design challenge I - biotech equipment==== | + | For example, we discovered an abandoned candy store located in Gent, a city that is very congenial to our interests as there is already a lot of activity and engagement with plants. It seemed to be a place where an incipient plant consciousness was ready to bloom. We converted the abandoned candy store into our base where we could research and experiment, of course, but also further study and understand your cultures by interacting with visiting natives. To this end we've been growing a salon where visitors can experience the essence of plant consciousness. It's an ongoing work in progress, and changes with the seasons. |
- | Tue Oct 02, 2012 4:46 pm | + | **THT:** We also gradually started to see some potential in the technologies discovered here. Due to their inherent limitations we found it difficult not to dismiss them out of hand at first, but these very limitations inspired us to devise some novel workarounds, |
- | Trismegisto has returned with a whole van-load of peculiar apparatuses acquired from a recent auction held by a biotech company after it went bankrupt. He's added these to his growing hoard of scientific instruments - many of them found mouldering away in the basement of a local university. (His research assistant had to be bribed, because he claimed that in order to take these apparatuses he would need to orchestrate a midnight raid on the university, effectively breaking and entering. Apparently it seems we can't simply ask the university directly to lend us equipment that they don't even use.) We can only find space for these often enormous and clumsy machines in the labyrinth of disused rooms connecting to the Snoepwinkel through the one window opening onto the loft of plant meditation. This is also a cause for some concern, | + | **MD:** Such as? |
- | He has set up an entire rig of interlinked machines | + | **THT:** We established a pataportal to Cornwall that links online and offline worlds. A weather station |
- | This extreme disillusion has fed tensions between Trismegisto and his research assistants. Not a day passes without heated arguments; these arguments often lead to fits of screaming and the assistant being quite literally ejected from the Snoepwinkel in tears of frustration. And yet today one such argument took a dramatically different turn. The assistant was trying to explain for the hundredth time that just because a machine looks somewhat like one that can be found in our dimension doesn't mean that it works the same way, and ended up screaming that Trismegisto was " | + | **MFM:** He's talking about the cargo cult interior design challenge! |
- | --[[: | + | Part II of this interview will follow shortly. |
- | ====Harvest Fest preserves==== | + | ---- |
- | Fri Sep 28, 2012 12:46 pm | + | ===Cargo cult interior design challenge III=== |
- | The patakitchen was transformed into a distillation laboratory for unusual essences, the last taste of summer in this autumnal hemisphere preserved in oil. I worked all day gently distilling and brewing four interesting essences which were then taken and shared at the Harvest Festival with the help of some dedicated and assiduous assistants (who also helped carefully label and explain each preserve to fascinated passers-by). | + | Thu Oct 11, 2012 4:38 pm |
- | These were the four recipes: | + | We're redesigning |
- | * Beetroot for its earthy taste | + | {{> |
- | * Green coriander (rather than the dried seeds - an experiment) | + | |
- | * Pepper with ginger | + | |
- | * Plums with ginger (plums with garlic would have been interesting, | + | |
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- | --[[:user/andemica]] | + | |
- | ====Saracenia==== | + | --[[: |
- | Fri Sep 28, 2012 12:13 pm | ||
- | Someone wrote a meticulous but incomplete name tag on one of the species we are investigating. There are some details I need to confirm, as I believe they could be inaccurate. For example, does anyone know which " | + | ---- |
- | {{>https:// | + | Thu Oct 11, 2012 10:10 pm |
- | --[[: | + | Australiskuv cruzaqab fungiyip hoilunk kachziachy. Mazmaunkorschibuzqab, |
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+ | --Psi subaeruginosa | ||
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- | ====Watering plant spheres==== | + | Thu Oct 11, 2012 10:50 pm |
- | Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:17 am | + | I am still working on the details, but I believe that this poster is speaking a heretofore undiscovered plant dialect (no doubt because he is from Australia); he may even be trying to write poetry. |
- | * 04/09 - All but 1 side string | + | I can identify many of the particles used, and the overall syntax is quite familiar (of course it follows the broader patterns that anyone communicating with plants |
- | * 06/09 - All string | + | |
- | * 13/09 - All string plants | + | |
- | * 20& | + | |
- | * 27/09 All strings sprayed | + | |
- | --[[:user/manmi]] | + | --[[:user/eleq]] |
- | ====Of making strawberry jam==== | + | ---- |
- | Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:11 pm | + | Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:50 pm |
- | So many jams to prepare in so little time and now my assistant has asked me to write it down but I don’t have much to say. As the autumn days shorten I find myself more and more in the fields and forests at twilight, hurrying to gather fruits | + | A note on the translation (mechanism), and a more likely hypothesis |
- | We’re all thinking about the winter | + | A note to clarify Eleuz' |
- | --[[: | + | The subaeruginosa mushroom posting above is not of course writing on a keyboard in the Latin alphabet. We don't know for sure (he has yet to respond to our extremely keen PMs), but in all likelihood he has connected wirelessly to a neurobiological language transcoder, one that is able to interpret the bioelectric wavelengths used in thought transmission by this species of Psilocybe and convert them to a interspecies-readable or audible format that is remarkably accurate, all things considered. |
- | ====Greenhouse contemplation==== | + | Furthermore, |
- | Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:09 pm | + | Secondly, the mushroom may be using technology found only in the southern hemisphere; in which case, all bets are off and we can only guess at the particular transcoding algorithms used, as we have not yet had the chance to examine one of these biomachines (assuming that they even exist). |
- | (Worm Moon, 492829 PRT, 4th Octal) | + | In sum, it would be premature to leap to conclusions about the discovery of a new mushroom dialect. I strongly believe the more likely possibility is that this subaeruginosa was communicating in perfectly standard Psilocybish, which has been distorted through the mechanisms mentioned above, and in such a precise manner that the semblance of a new dialect has been created. |
- | The gardens were deserted in the twilight. I walked along the paths towards the greenhouse as if invisible, my lantern casting the palest of green halos through the trees, my footsteps echoing with the imprints of those forgotten sounds that have always seemed peculiar to this world alone. (Trismegisto believes that these sounds are doorways.) As the night descends, the cool furnace of the greenhouse is palpable from a distance, radiating the substances captured during the heat of the day in a continuous gentle wind, seemingly impalpable to the natives of this world. This emanation renders the glass walls viscous and easy for me to pass through. I stepped into the scintillating luminosity that is not light, and took up my customary seat in the grotto, listening without sound to the movements of a slow metabolism that is the synthesis of light and earth. Thus I pass many a night on this world. | + | --[[: |
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- | ====I don't understand humans==== | + | Tue Oct 16, 2012 10:45 am |
- | Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:07 pm | + | Nosinzizxvlu, zingiabok-onezgiz guziminzchyyaz gragizchy. Phanizchin! |
- | A general rule of thumb is that human beings dislike being mistaken for vegetables. I made this mistake quite often during the carnival when introducing people for the first time. A gentleman who struck me as the spitting image of a carrot objected vehemently when introduced as such to a young lady who resembled nothing so much as a wilted lettuce. | + | He he he he… LOL |
- | --[[: | + | --Psi subaeruginos |
- | ====Arrival of the trees==== | + | ---- |
- | Wed Sep 26, 2012 2:56 pm | + | Wed Oct 17, 2012 10:57 am |
- | (Beaver Moon, Week of Merry Rollercoaster Rides cira Motionless Daisy Hula-Hop Paraphernalia Exploraton) | + | They have in fact come down from the roof now and seem to be growing quite obsessed with the [[: |
- | Somehow during the night our laboratory was transformed into a jungle. The light changed; the walls dissolved; or rather, we can now walk right through them and into other locations. Maybe the plants seeped down through the skylights while we slept; perhaps the machine elves were at work. Our room is now filled with a mesmerising susurrus, and we carry out our research like somnambulists. Celsa Rizofor has discovered a new soma - I am tasting it now, and it is really good. | + | {{> |
- | When the assistants water the plants, the room floods. Many of our notes are washed out onto the streets and into the canals | + | //The red light indicates |
- | ---[[:user/druko]] | + | {{>http:// |
- | ====Shopping arcades; sleep experiments==== | + | //The kokedama has been successfully implanted. Now time, and the precise configuration of the human communication interface, will tell// |
- | Tue Sep 25, 2012 5:14 pm | + | Their modality of science imposes the necessity for often convoluted workarounds which can appear somewhat comical to those who know better, and to those who know worse. And so they are running round with dark goggles coated in mycelium and debating how to amplify photon events, contemplating where to affix electrodes on plants using a glue of honey and potassium chloride for measuring earth/ |
- | Castuus made a rare appearance in the Snoepwinkel yesterday and was much more talkative than usual (in fact he never really talks at all). Evidently something was troubling him, for it’s usually impossible to find him anywhere else than in the greenhouses; | + | {{> |
- | I overheard him in conversation with one of the research assistants - she’s the only one who’s ever been able to exchange more than a few words with him - but today he was positively animated. It turns out that, while sitting in the deepest recesses of the greenhouse, he began to hear a mysterious singing. Some ferns, normally so silent, had begun a plaintive melody. Somehow this roused him from his meditations, | + | //The rudimentary translation equipment, |
- | Looking around him, he began to feel a jarring, restless melancholy about the people he saw everywhere. He felt they seemed to be so fearful | + | On the human side of these initial plant-human interface experiments, they are looking into an amplifier/ |
- | Then he thought he should try to understand their point of view. He tried to absorb himself in spiritual contemplation of fashion shops and perfume advertisements. He quickly became intoxicated, though | + | Their efforts are laudable |
- | He went to sleep on the mezzanine with both pillows upon the fossilised plastic grass. The queasy restlessness of the day disturbed his sleep, and as he twisted and turned he moved his head from one pillow to the other. Then he noticed that his dreams changed depending on the grain. A different quality of Viriditas seemed to fill his sleep depending on the different seeds under his head. Late that night he asked Hazel, Ivy and Frazer to try an experiment, sleeping on the different pillows to see what their reaction was, inscribing the results on the wall next to his makeshift bed. All of them experienced a similar phenomenon | + | --[[: |
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- | ====Moondrop Potion==== | + | ===Newly-installed specimen=== |
- | Tue Sep 25, 2012 5:13 pm | + | Tue Oct 16, 2012 12:41 pm |
- | (Blue Moon, Elliptical Patabotanical Time 39488:102, Era of Vampire Princess Mildred' | + | Another assistant has turned up, like the sudden appearance of a mushroom in the autumn rain. He arrived with a peculiar shiny metal box. It is filled with artefacts that look potentially intriguing, though he himself is apparently puzzled by their exact uses: organic biofield sensors, photon splitters, cerebral cortex connecting caps, and even a mini orgone accumulator… But right now he' |
- | I distill my potion beside forest pools in the first light of dawn, under the slowly sinking silvery moon of late summer. In these forests I collect wild verbena and lady’s mantle, which grow in the hidden dells and culverts where falling droplets of moonlight congeal. These droplets of alchemical moon water can be preserved using a delicate crystalline apparatus. At a moment just after the false dawn, when the coolest, palest colour of the day filters through the leaves of the forest, I infuse these droplets with scents that are condensations of dreams and memories, and mingle them with the volatile essences of verbena; then my potion is almost complete. I prepare another vial of concentrated morning dew, condensed from the twilight mists of the forest just before dawn. Served in the right way, I hope that these substances can imbue the thoughts of those who take them with inner landscapes. | + | Sprouting: fungi, diodes, bioluminescent exhalations, pinstripe tattoos. |
- | Two drops of the potion are dripped onto an Alchemilla leaf held in the cupped hand of the drinker. (These leaves must be folded into the protective pages of a book made from ancient parchment, to preserve their sustaining properties.) At the same time as the potion is drunk, the elixir of concentrated morning dew must be sprayed in a fine mist above the drinker’s head. Those who partake of these substances will catch a fleeting but piquant vision | + | --[[: |
- | Amidst the hurly-burly of the picnic carnival in the Citadelpark, | + | ---- |
- | The landscape is a picture filled with leaves, where forest rain falls in the first chill of autumn; a misty time of day with traces of humidity; damp, fresh, growing, and wet on the face. There are pools of moonlit water into which you plummet, pulled upwards and downwards at once and sucked ever deeper into a place where you can just be, behind the whirlwinds and finally at peace with the daemons. Creatures faint in a lemony scent, and sometimes the taste of peppermint accompanies problems with technical parts and nearly-destroyed nature. Somewhere else you catch glimpses of a silvery metal in straight, angular, and machinic shapes, amidst waving grass and endless fields of fairy floss, suffused in a sweet, pinkish colour and tasting of honey. Further away, perhaps, you come to the shore of a place that may be Italy, where intensely comfortable boats float in the warm twilight. Further still, and you reach a lush, nearly deserted island where ritual initiations are taking place; you want to swim in the warm waters. In the early morning you waken to the blue, orange, violet and purple pastels of another dawn, in the mild warmth of crisp, sweet sea air, smelling slightly of fish. Or maybe this landscape is nowhere else but your parent’s garden in summertime, a bright place where time no longer matters. | + | ===Cargo cult: conclusions=== |
- | But then you’re abruptly shaken from your reverie by a feline creature covered in golden hair riding by on a bicycle with a million spokes, her hair growing longer with a lingering aftertaste and innumerable small creatures emerging from all surfaces. | + | Wed Oct 17, 2012 10: |
- | --[[: | + | Amidst Ashton' |
- | ====First day setting | + | Fortunately this has just picked |
- | Tue Sep 25, 2012 5:12 pm | + | --[[:user/ |
- | (Sturgeon Moon, Parallel Holiday of Incandescent Flowers, 293856 RPT) | + | ---- |
- | We have finally started setting up in the abandoned candy store. Our new laboratory is located in a big room at the end of a long, narrow corridor. Cloudy light filters down through large skylights high above, suffusing everything in eery muted whiteness. The strangest thing about this room is that there are no plants in here yet. They will arrive tomorrow; today we have to set up the furniture and struggle to make sense the first pieces of botanical translation machinery our assistants have found for us: scouring as they have the peculiar shops and fleamarkets of a nearby city for useful equipment. | + | ===Edible language experiment=== |
- | http:// | + | Wed Oct 17, 2012 4:50 pm |
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- | Our assistants are difficult to comprehend and often exasperating, | + | (Towards a vocabulary |
- | Herbert Taraxi has faced many challenges in trying to devise interfaces between the stagnant technologies of this world and the sentient alchemy he is most familiar with. He continues to complain that the voices of plants | + | Test subjects: humans, edible |
+ | Moon Phase: Sturgeon Moon \\ | ||
+ | Conditions: partially electrified, damp, sunny \\ | ||
- | --[[: | + | This was a cross-species edible language experiment conducted by myself and recorded by Mandrago long ago. He lost his lab notebook and so we are unable to determine which words came from plants and which from humans. I had hoped he would find it in the meantime, but unfortunately not. |
- | ====Hello world!==== | + | Several months afterward, one test subject described the experiment like this: |
- | Tue Sep 11, 2012 4:18 pm | + | There was this paper and stuff you could eat, and then all these strange words came out of our mouths. Do you have any more? |
- | Welcome, one and all. | + | - slurbicious |
+ | - tadanculus smooi | ||
+ | - toothpaste, hosti, red | ||
+ | - olsynth | ||
+ | - xyzzyxxyzzyx | ||
+ | - tasty blood, chewing gum | ||
+ | - disappearing into nothing | ||
+ | - middle ages | ||
+ | - book with leaves of a citrus tree | ||
+ | - fireworks | ||
+ | - een kaderke | ||
+ | - drip drip drip drip drip drip | ||
+ | - middle ages | ||
+ | - thought | ||
+ | - pepper | ||
+ | - a field of mint leaves | ||
+ | - my first theft and guilt | ||
+ | - Mmmmmmmmm | ||
+ | - mos | ||
+ | - blue and red, many angles | ||
- | --[[:/user/manmi]] | + | --[[:user/eleq]] |
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+ | ===On freedom of expression versus censorship=== | ||
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+ | Fri Oct 19, 2012 12:48 am | ||
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+ | As one of the moderators of the forum (and in my capacity as Chief Officer of Multiple Personalities), | ||
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+ | –Arrezenpholianz Culmendiabuz | ||
+ | Officer of Multiple Personalities |