{"id":8200,"date":"2019-03-12T11:00:08","date_gmt":"2019-03-12T18:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=8200"},"modified":"2019-03-12T19:36:41","modified_gmt":"2019-03-13T02:36:41","slug":"adrift","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2019\/03\/12\/adrift\/","title":{"rendered":"Adrift"},"content":{"rendered":"

I have lots of little tasks I should do and I think of them in the morning and feel filled with ennui and despair. Paperwork, plans, maintenance.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s always better, as I so well know, to have a writing project. I’m high and dry with Return to the Hollow Earth <\/em>all done. Also my story \u201cSurfers at the End of Time\u201d\u009d with Marc Laidlaw is done. Good news on that front: we sold it to Asimov\u2019s SF Magazine.<\/em> But vhat next?<\/p>\n

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When all else fails, I play with this hypercube puzzle I paid $100 for, in a way it\u2019s like a Rubik\u2019s cube, it\u2019s called Melinda\u2019s 2 x 2 x 2 x 2<\/a>. It\u2019s 3D-printed, with insanely strong magnets inside the individual cubelets to stick them together, so can, in effect, rotate the planes. I never did learn to solve a regular Rubik\u2019s cube, but Melinda\u2019s has the advantage that I can shatter it into cubelets and rebuild. Lots of interesting symmetries.<\/p>\n

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On Valentine\u2019s Day, Sylvia made a big batch of cookie hearts. Wonderful. Here I\u2019m eating one at my laptop in the Los Gatos Coffee Roaster caf\u00c3\u00a9, a fave spot to hang.<\/p>\n

I wrote story called \u201cJuicy Ghosts\u201d\u009d\u2014couldn\u2019t hack making it a novel like I was talking about, but I finished a story. I think I mentioned this one was about a guy assassinating an evil president via wasp larvae that our guy has grown inside his flesh? I waded into the story slowly, shallowly, careful of biting, stinging things. Not a great idea, but don’t know what else to do.<\/p>\n

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As I mentioned before, we\u2019ve had torrents of rain the last six weeks or two months. Love it. I always get so excited about the rings that raindrops make in the puddle. Natural computation at its finest. Wind gusting 30 mph, rain sideways, 4 inches yesterday.<\/p>\n

I went up to Lexington Reservoir, and yah, mon, it\u2019s overflowing. The water rose, like, twenty-five feet in about three days. Smooth so-called laminar <\/em>flow here.<\/p>\n

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I know a special lookout spot where you can see the true chaos of the flume. Paradise.<\/p>\n

When I finished that assassin story, showed it to couple of friends, did some fixes, and sent it off to an SF zine. Not sure they\u2019ll want to publish it. We\u2019ll see where it ends up. Really the New Yorker <\/em>should publish it. As if.<\/p>\n

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Dig the overflow scenes at the dam of Vasona Lake in Los Gatos. I like to think of natural processes as being computations. Those big churning flows\u2026denser than any computers we can build.<\/p>\n

Sylvia and I drove up to Terry Bisson’s to watch the Oscars with him and his family. Terry says he’s the world’s greatest unrecognized film critic. A lot of us feeling this way…<\/p>\n

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Now need something else <\/em>to write. Like a junkie who keeps running out of his stash. Rooting for stories like a hog searching for truffles. I have an idea I might start on today.<\/p>\n

Feeling unsettled and adrift these days. One of those periods when I start wondering if maybe I really am <\/em>crazy. Going out in nature always helps.<\/p>\n

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Wonderful oak next door. The tracery of the branches.<\/p>\n

I’ve been watching this fairly horrible Netflix series of six shows about Rajneesh in Oregon, “Wild Wild Country,” I hate just about every person in the doc by now, especially Sheela and that lawyer guy, so deeply <\/em>full of BS, but kept wanting to see “how it comes out.” One of those shows that makes you feel diminished. I\u2019m not sure I can face the sixth and last episode.<\/p>\n

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This is a photo I really like.\u00a0 I’m making it into a painting right now.\u00a0 Finally got back into my studio (the back yard) becasue it stopped raining today.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d like to write a story that\u2019s a happy UFO 1950s transreal early autobio story. Or, really, any kind of story about my early childhood. In the evenings, before going to sleep, or in the mornings still in bed, I sometimes go into my memory bank and \u201cwalk around\u201d\u009d our 620 Rudy Lane house that I grew up in, in Louisville, I walk around the house and around the back and front yards, with memories going off like landmines, or rather, memories opening up like the window flaps on an Advent calendar. Kind of an old-man thing to be thinking about, right? The guy in my story has a mean older brother who is a talking carrot. I suppose a bit of biotech went into growing the brother-thing.<\/p>\n

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I mean, really<\/em>?\u00a0 Is that all the\u00a0 newspaper has to tell me?<\/p>\n

The childhood UFO story isn\u2019t gelling. Foraging for more story ideas. They pop out of the dirt like mushrooms in the rain.<\/p>\n

I got really wet riding my bike to the Lexington dam to revisit the flume.<\/p>\n

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Nice night at the ballet with Sylvia.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve turned to rereading William Gibson\u2019s \u201cBridge\u201d\u009d series, that is, Virtual Light<\/em>, Idoru<\/em>, and All Tomorrow\u2019s Parties<\/em>. Bill’s so good he makes me wonder why I even bother trying to write. This said, we don\u2019t do exactly the same things, nor are we after exactly the same results, nor do we use the same types of characters, so there is <\/em>room for me. If I ever write again, that is.<\/p>\n

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My friend and fan Chuck Shotton 3D-printed some UFOs shaped like the ones I write about, and each of them as a little flat battery and two diode-type lights, factory made in Shenzhen to flicker in interesting ways. Love these.\u00a0 As you can see, they’re about twenty feet across.<\/p>\n

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Here\u2019s a granddaughter with some balloons. A surprise party for our 85-year-old friend Gunnar. Rudy Jr. and his family happened to be there too. The three little kids loved doing a surprise party. And Gunnar really was <\/em>surprised. Like witnessing a Platonic ideal, for the kids, the archetype know as \u201csurprise birthday party.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

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Despite my customary kvetching, I\u2019ve got ten books coming out from Night Shade this year, with White Light <\/em>and Saucer Wisdom <\/em>this month! Details on the series<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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\n \u201cWow\u201d\u009d acrylic on canvas, February, 2019, 40\u201d\u009d x 30\u201d\u009d. Click for a larger version of the painting.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

I finished a new painting called \u201cWow.\u201d\u009d It\u2019s a silhouette of one of my Wisconsin granddaughter standing in front of some blown art glass in a museum in Madison. I redid the profile a bunch of times. Drew a grid on a photo to help transfer the image by hand. I like how excited she looks\u2014she was making a face for the picture.<\/p>\n

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With my Borderlands show over, I have a big stash of paintings<\/a>\u00a0in the basement.\u00a0 Bargains galore. This one pinhead (Hi, Bart!) said he just wanted to buy the edges<\/em> of the canvases, if I could cut them off and collage them together for him.\u00a0 I might<\/em> someday construct a painting like that, if all else fails.\u00a0 But I’d be copying<\/em> the edges, you understand, not mutilating the treasure trove.<\/p>\n

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One of my favorite neighborhood trees. The mossy crooked Y oak. With a girl and a dog nearby.<\/p>\n

Different topic: Here\u2019s a really crazy puzzle from my Hacker King pal Bill Gosper. What’s the next number? (Answer at the end of this blog post).
\n2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 31, 37, 71, 73, 79, 97, 113, 131, 199, 311, 337, 373, 733, 919, 991, ???<\/b><\/p>\n

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I was in the Cantor Museum Sylvia at Stanford yesterday or the day before, looking at their primo Jackson Pollock painting in the Anderson collection, Lucifer<\/em>. Here\u2019s a detail. His work has this fractal quality, in that the smaller bits work as well as the larger ones do. This particular painting he did in 1947, right at the start of his drip phase.<\/p>\n

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We walked around in the giant Serra sculpture they have at the Cantor, shaped like an eight, it\u2019s called Sequence<\/em>. Soothing to be in there. It was in the lobby of SFMOMA for the last couple of years, but it looks much<\/em> better outdoors.<\/p>\n

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Something else I\u2019ve been worrying about\u2014a lot<\/strong>\u2014is this currently hot computer data structure called blockchain<\/em>.\u00a0 It’s used by Bitcoin, and might have more applications.\u00a0 See this article by Emily Su for possible use cases<\/a>, but see Jimmy Song for grave implementation problems<\/a>\u00a0and see Kai Stinchcombe for full-on\u00a0debunking disdain<\/a>. I’m frantically researching blockchain, because I’m slated to give two talks at a blockchain conference in Miami Beach in April.<\/p>\n

So I\u2019m sweating about my talk, and I’ve been sweating\u2014in parallel\u2014about whether the people organizing the con were going to pay me in advance, like I asked them to. And for a couple of weeks that wasn’t happening, and I grew increasingly paranoid, seeing as how they’re a cryptocurrency-related company out of Hong Kong! (Visions of\u00a0 Kowloon Walled City in Gibson’s All Tomorrow’s Parties<\/em>.) But this morning my first payment came through, so I’m gonna do it.<\/p>\n

I can’t really say much of anything fresh about blockchain, but I can spin out, I hope, a couple of amusing SFnal cyberpunk-type bizzaro\u00a0use case <\/em>scenarios. Indeed one of them relates to the story I’m summarizing just below, “Mary Falls.”<\/p>\n

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My foot is bigger than Sylvia’s foot. (Keen observation stored in blockchain link #00000000000002379818909797023978.)<\/p>\n

Oh, what was I talking about?\u00a0 Oh, yeah, “Mary Falls.”\u00a0 I managed to start writing it yesterday.\u00a0 An old woman dies and migrates into the digital afterworld under the auspices of a company called Juicy Ghosts. They fix her up with a material world peripheral of some kind, but the lady loses her control of this \u201cbody,\u201d\u009d which is, lets say not a machine but a juicy-ghost organic peripheral\u2014and then she has to accept an incarnation as a light-bulb switch. Or she has to work as an NPC (non-player character) in a videogame. And then, (John Shirley\u2019s suggestion) she runs a drone herding sheep in New Zealand, or, no, she runs a ranger-drone in the Big Basin woods, electrically zapping dogs who get in there, but then she loses even that body, and has to transmogrify into a cascade in the Big Basin falls. But then, in the summer, the falls dry up, so she finds a life as a part of the slow shifting of the crystals in the sedimentary stone.<\/p>\n

Yep, that\u2019s a senior’s life in a nutshell.<\/p>\n

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Here\u2019s my knee under the quilt on our bed day before yesterday. I was getting up the energy to go outside and paint\u2026if the rain had\u00a0 finally stopped, but it hadn’t stopped, so I wrote on my laptop for ahwile,\u00a0 but yesterday the sun did come out, calloo callay<\/em>! And I worked on my painting of the long cloud in that photo up the page somewhere.\u00a0 Earlier in the blockchain.<\/p>\n

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Shot from inside a closing elevator.\u00a0 Like, “Help!\u00a0 Let me outta here<\/em>!”<\/p>\n

Oh! You’re waiting for the solution to Gosper\u2019s great puzzle?\u00a0 Well, the next number in the list is 1,111,111,111,111,111,111 that is, it’s the decimal number written as nineteen 1\u2019s,\u00a0 a bit larger than one quintillion, also known as \u201crep 19\u201d\u009d. Why that<\/em> number? Well each number in Gosper’s sequence is a prime number such that, if you list every possible ordering of that prime number’s digits, each of those digit=shuffled numbers is prime too. Some people call these \u201cpermutable primes\u201d\u009d or “absolute primes.” And weirdly enough, no number between 991 and on past a quintilion to rep 19 is a permutable prime.\u00a0 Fascinating, huh?\u00a0 Who says mathematicians don’t know how to have a good time!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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