Comments on: 4 Seasons. Cruz Pride. Lazy Eight: UFO or Turing?

By: Steve H

Steve H — Wed, 07 Jun 2006 16:36:42 +0000

Rudy, have you ever heard about the composer Alban Berg’s process of encoding names and phrases into his music? I was listening to Frank Zappa’s sexually aroused gasmask and wondering if another gasmask would hear that as ‘come and git me, honey.’ Then I began to wonder if Zappa had embedded any info into his music, or solos?
Well, if Zappa were kiqqed all his solos would be full of info, wouldn’t they? Not only metanovels but metamusic as well? Maybe even layer upon layer of data if we could only understand it? This has lots of singular implications. Perhaps only a modified dog could hear them?
Great, now I’ve got “Peaches en Regalia” stuck in my head all day.

By: gamma

gamma — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 21:23:08 +0000

wow rudy when i knew i wasn’t crazy & it was just some sort of ray trying to increase my stratifacation of the buddha turd - i knew there was intelligent life in the universe next door -
really good work & maybe its really 8 on it’s like = is 11 if 8 is H then K maybe 11 –p–
love from KT
Gamma

By: gamma

gamma — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 21:22:54 +0000

By: Rudy

Rudy — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 20:30:09 +0000

I hadn’t quite realized that Alan Turing becomes “La Azteca” when I posted the entry, so thanks for nudging me that way.
In reality, La Azteca’s pelvis seemed wide and I’d thought she might be genetically female. But maybe that’s just an illusion. Hormones can give you that sought-after feninizing layer of subcutaneous fat that so enhances the illusion. I guess she’s TS.
Over in the Mirrorbrane, Turing of course left his body when it died of old age about year 2001, this despite his lazy eight psychic powers. But his software lives on, it’s called, indeed, the Turing Imitation. And I figure the Turing Imitation from time to time makes himself a body of convenience, possibly cobbling it together from diverse items, maybe Frankenstein style of human parts, or maybe like those paintings of “Harvest” as a congeries of fruits and veggies or whatever comes to hand. And this can be La Azteca, who appears perhaps to sing in a Parliament/Funkadelic-like band fronted by Lama Jawobul.

By: Steve H

Steve H — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 16:24:47 +0000

Yea, I figured the same: that would be Turing after years of hormone therapy, yoga, and healthy living in San Francisco.
But you could ascertain that it was really him by doing a (all together now) Turing Test!

By: Narrenschiff

Narrenschiff — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 13:09:39 +0000

There’s a statue of Turing sitting on a bench in the park near the gay village in Manchester. I used to walk past him nearly every night on my way home, and every time I saw him sitting in the gloom twenty yards from the canal I’d expect him to get up and walk off. Never did, of course, just sat there looking forlornly at an apple. There’s circuit boards and components from the mark one scattered about the lecture theatres in the CS department, all of them in big shiny glass cases. Some of the components now look wonderfully exotic in these days of millions of transistors per die and multi-layer PCBs and surface mounting and stupid-complexity – like gargoyles on buildings, they’re dated, old hat, superseded and probably couldn’t be replicated without craftsmen who aren’t around anymore, and so shan’t be seen again. Manchester’s full of Turingana if you know where to look!

By: r'lyeh

r'lyeh — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 04:50:22 +0000

The brains of Alan Turing in the body of a busty transexual. Is she a top or a bottom? I’m referrring to quantum states, of course.