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Social Networking With The Living Dead

August 6th, 2010

Twitter is the land of the dead. In this social networking microcosm the living, real human content generators; and the dead, automated bots/marketeers/spammers; share a peaceful coexistence.

Every day my account gains new spam followers and loses a few real people. Gradually the human agents of my readership are being replaced by automata, until one day soon I will be left babbling to a disinterested audience of the inert, passive and/or robotic, shuffling along behind me like Romero zombies [*].

George A Romero

Might this be the ultimate destiny of Twitter? Will there come a point where my following is entirely automata? Might it eventually devolve into a closed memetic feedback loop in which uncomprehending bots blindly retweet auto-generated content at each other at high speed, while the humans are all off partying on the moon.

Some days it feels like this has already happened.

Rudy Rucker, my favourite mathematician (we all have a favourite mathematician don’t we), has a concept he calls “the lifebox“. I’ve written about it before. He foresees a future where the dead live on through the data they have left behind. The content (text, audio, video etc…) they have generated during their lifetimes, bundled with some intelligent search software, could create a type of queryable data-entity, a lifebox.

In this scenario our descendants will be able to converse with their long departed relatives, in much the same way as they interact with the living, through electronic channels. The lifebox software would be able not only to return, but also extrapolate, meaningful responses to queries. In short, you could ask your dead great-grandmother a question and, even if she had not left record of her thoughts on that topic, the kind of response one might expect from her could be generated.

It is autobiography as a living construct. Our grandchildren will be able to enjoy the same quality of relationship with the dead as you might do now with your warm bodied FaceBook/Twitter chums. And as the sophistication of semantic tools develop, the lifebox could become capable of creating fresh content too, writing new blog posts, or copy-pasting together video messages. It is a much more feasible form of immortality than Walt Disney ever invested in.

Toying with this idea I decided I’d have a go at creating my own rudimentary lifebox. I was going to build it in Flash, just a basic text muncher that trawled my online writings, matched any cultural references from a dictionary, replaced that text with the trending topics of the day, then tweeted what it had generated. This way I would have a zenbullbot that could rant on the state of the world, without me having to do the hard work of getting grumpy about it myself.

dedbullets

It would probably have taken me a day or so to build, but after last night drunkenly pitching the idea to my anarcho-art-geek friend shardcore (we all have a token anarcho-art-geek friend don’t we), who also happens to be a shithot Perl coder, he knocked up an automated version of me in about ten minutes this afternoon, reusing an old Markov chain script he’d put together a few years previously to create a scarily convincing celebrity gossip bot (typical entry: “Justin Bieber showed his appreciation for members of band camp, that thick liquid rushing up your throat is called vomit“)

dedbullets

Ok, so this undead clone of me (follow him here) may not be as coherent or relevant as the flesh version (a belief I’m clinging to very tightly). But it sure sounds like the kind of shite I come out with.

Having just finished writing a book on the subject of generative art, which might be said to go some way toward devaluing human practitioners of the abstract visual arts, you might dismiss The Late Mr Bullets as a piss-poor attempt to do similar for the written word. But no, there is less allowance for abstraction with text, which is why the randomness of dedbullets betrays his inhumanity. Shardcore’s experiments along these lines are interesting though, see also his Word of God (mashing up the King James Bible, The Koran and the writings of L Ron Hubbard) or the Fortune Cats (who impart wisdom upon anyone who asks a question of them).

No, this is not a foray into generative text, this is more than that. Today I have done nothing short of achieving IMMORTALITY. For as long as shard’s server is around to run the Perl script, dedbullets will be talking to his bot (and human) followers on a social network somewhere. He’s alive I tell ya. ALLLIIIIVE!

* This, presumably, is what it feels like to be a presenter on Channel 5.



Opiamas Trangelo

July 28th, 2010

Opiamas Trangelo 2

“Well the good news, we like the book so much we’re doubling the number of colour pages. The bad news, you’re gonna have to pull your finger out and create some extra content to fill them. Okay? Great, we’ll leave you to it.

Oh yeah, one more thing, it needs to look good set opposite the work of Robert Hodgin. S’that okay? Goooood.”

This, plus a few rejected covers, just added to my flickr stream.



Hell Is Other People’s Kids

July 19th, 2010

Just before I became a father, back when we were expecting our first, I went out and bought a thick Russian novel. It started like this: “Happy families are all alike…” and continued along similar lines for another 800 pages. It is, I am told, a very highly regarded piece of literature, and one day I may get round to reading it. Sometime after they’ve grown up and left home.

I remember, so clearly, my motives for buying this book. It astounds me that there was a time in my life, not very long ago, when I actually thought an 800 page Russian classic was something worth devoting my evenings to. This was, of course, before Kid A came along and blew both the need and desire for such value-for-money pastimes out the window. I’d already spent most of my twenties reading works of “quality” literature, and watching “important” cinema (the popular definition of which only occasionally matched my own). These days, by the end of the day, I barely have the mental strength to follow the adventures of Batman. But in this I am stupidly happy.

You see, happy families are all alike, which is why they make not only for boring novels and boring blog posts, but they also make for boring people. I’m sorry dear friends, but there are few things more boring than hearing parents talk about their kids. I know this because I have to listen to myself doing it all the time. I’m pretty sure the death of our social life post-parenthood is only in part down to the cost of babysitters, it is also because friends can no longer bear to be trapped across a pub table from us when we’ve had a few drinks and start getting sentimental about the littleuns.

The stories we love only ever end with happy families. If there is one at the beginning you know it is about to be blown apart to give the protagonist something to get upset about. A good tale needs conflict, misery and unsatisfied needs. The happy family is without these. Which is why you only ever see them on TV as something to aspire to in an advert.

If you follow my Twitter you might occasionally enjoy my cynical moaning about the little buggers for comic effect, but on these hot summer afternoons, playing in the back garden, I’m lost to my own of these ubiquitous happy clans. My mental state is that dumb bliss I spent much of the nineties failing to simulate with narcotics (which, by no coincidence, makes for similarly boring people).

These are happy days in the Pearson house. Which is why, for your sakes, I promise I’ll try my best not to write about them any further.



Generative Art Book – cover

June 8th, 2010

Generative Art:a practical guide using Processing

Finally, my book has a cover.

One day, when I’m feeling particularly grumpy, I’ll write a blog post detailing the battle I have had with my (otherwise sane) publishers for a half-decent cover to wrap my words in, including images of some of the horrors that were proposed at various stages. But for now my mood is sunny, as I’m really happy with the one we’ve ended up with.

Naturally, being generative, I have several hundred wildly varying iterations of the cover image. Feasibly, every copy could have had a uniquely generated cover image, but I fear my publishers would have had suffered some form of prolapse had I suggested such an idea.

No release date quite yet (I’d expect it late Autumn), but the “early access” program should be rolling out any day now, if you are that desperate to have a peek inside. And, in slightly related news, 100 Abandoned Artworks is back from its little holiday. There is quite a backlog from my few months of writing, so yesterday I queued up 21(!) fresh generative scribbles, 17 of which include source code for the plundering. I am allowing them to trickle out one every five days, which should keep it going way into September/October. Schedule started yesterday with 71: Super Spiral.



Violet Darling

June 2nd, 2010

Eightball #22 (Icehaven) Daniel Clowes 2001