― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:06 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:07 (eighteen years ago)
― aimurchie (aimurchie), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:09 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:10 (eighteen years ago)
http://www.nwlink.com/~erick/silentera/Melies/GM-02-A.GIF
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:12 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:16 (eighteen years ago)
― Huk-L (Huk-L), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:17 (eighteen years ago)
If you take into account solar movement in the Milky Way, and the galaxy's outward movement in the universe, you'll never be here again. Or here. Or...here.
― Tuesdays With Morimoto (Rock Hardy), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:17 (eighteen years ago)
― Aimless (Aimless), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:18 (eighteen years ago)
-- Huk-L (handsomishbo...), February 2nd, 2007 9:17 PM.
not where I live. it was at 5.47 today.
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:19 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:27 (eighteen years ago)
― aimurchie (aimurchie), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:28 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:28 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:32 (eighteen years ago)
-- The Holy Qur'an 006:097 Al-An'am
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:33 (eighteen years ago)
― SÆbästìên (immortalist), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:37 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:39 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:40 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:42 (eighteen years ago)
There we are.
Thinking about the cosmos's empty depths = you are either H. P. Lovecraft or Michael Gira.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 3 February 2007 05:46 (eighteen years ago)
The night I spent in Lovecraft's room I had a memorable dream. Over ten years ago and I remember every detail. In the dream I was invited to a minstrel show. But the minstrels didn't show. Actually, the theater wasn't even real. I bought my ticket and entered a room full of scaffolding, all of it left over from the stuff used to refurbish the Statue of liberty. A a number of 8" x 8" blank canvases hung high on the scaffolding. I climbed up to view one, which took some time + considerable effort. The canvas seemed blank, except when tilted a certain which-way. When tilted, it beamed directly into my brain a piece of special knowledge:
True dogs are not trainable. The animals we call dogs (domesticated dogs, house dogs, pets) are actually only simulacra of dogs, and are all the 3-dimensional protrusions of a 4th dimensional being that feeds on affection, that subsists on primal love. These dog simulacra - housepets - which seem too needy, too sweet, to be true are basically just the intake tubes of a big complex beast that lives in some suprauniverse. The begrudging respect accorded by house'dogs' (glorified tentacles) to their owners is part of a complex symbiotic relationship intended to keep us psychically dependent on 'dogs' and unaware of their true purpose.
I was so startled I fell off the scaffolding. The dream ended shortly thereafter. I lay in Lovecraft's old bedroom, thinking at some length of the possibility of my observation. I decided that 'real' dogs such as wolves, foxes, dingos bore no relation to the happy-puppy simulacra humans take care of, save that they provided the basic shape for the 4th dimensional being's corporealization of the primal-love receptors.
To this day I am vaguely unsettled by the suspicion that I may have received a piece of temporally mismarked oneiric postage intended for HP Lovecraft, and even more unsettled by the suspicion that he may have received some of my nightmail.
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 06:14 (eighteen years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Saturday, 3 February 2007 06:40 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 07:21 (eighteen years ago)
I'm guessing it's just total travel distance, along two different arcs -- a straight-line distance would get really mathematically complicated. (The only complication to the 54 miles verdict is, like, what if you were near one of the Earth's poles.)
― nabisco (nabisco), Saturday, 3 February 2007 07:48 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 07:55 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 08:00 (eighteen years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Saturday, 3 February 2007 08:30 (eighteen years ago)
http://www.astro.princeton.edu/~mjuric/universe/pocketmap.gif
It breaks my heart that even if I am exceedingly lucky I will never get more than 1AU away from this earth.
― ledge (ledge), Saturday, 3 February 2007 12:56 (eighteen years ago)
― Candy: tastes like chicken, if chicken was a candy. (Austin, Still), Saturday, 3 February 2007 15:53 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 17:12 (eighteen years ago)
― indian rope trick (bean), Saturday, 3 February 2007 17:15 (eighteen years ago)
― If you fuck with Jimmy Mod, you call down the thunder (The Famous Jimmy Mod), Saturday, 3 February 2007 17:20 (eighteen years ago)
― If you fuck with Jimmy Mod, you call down the thunder (The Famous Jimmy Mod), Saturday, 3 February 2007 17:21 (eighteen years ago)
― viborg (viborg), Saturday, 3 February 2007 18:24 (eighteen years ago)
― nicky lo-fi (nicky lo-fi), Saturday, 3 February 2007 18:30 (eighteen years ago)
that is one of the coolest things I have ever read on ILX.
remy, have you ever read Rudy Rucker's book on the 4th dimension? it allows for exactly that kind of posibility. I always thought about this whole 3-D manifestaton of 4-D beings but never heard anybody else talk about it (except Rucker).
― sleeve (sleeve), Saturday, 3 February 2007 19:16 (eighteen years ago)
Does that not depend on where you more or less arbitrarily choose to fix the spatial origin of everything?
Also,
http://www.complex.unifi.it/twiki/pub/Education/DomandeERisposteDiFisicaElementare/melies_moon.jpg
― The Vintner's Lipogram (OleM), Saturday, 3 February 2007 20:26 (eighteen years ago)
― UART variations (ex machina), Saturday, 3 February 2007 20:48 (eighteen years ago)
― The Vintner's Lipogram (OleM), Saturday, 3 February 2007 21:15 (eighteen years ago)
My heart was already broken, no need to crush its fragments under your heel.
― ledge (ledge), Sunday, 4 February 2007 11:06 (eighteen years ago)
― JTS (JTS), Sunday, 4 February 2007 11:18 (eighteen years ago)
― Fire and Worms (kate), Sunday, 4 February 2007 13:11 (eighteen years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Monday, 5 February 2007 09:28 (eighteen years ago)
― 冷明, Wednesday, 14 March 2007 07:25 (eighteen years ago)
i liked this thread
― remy bean, Friday, 12 September 2008 00:54 (seventeen years ago)
stop hurtling my meatsack!
― Dan I., Friday, 12 September 2008 01:07 (seventeen years ago)
Hm, its funny re-reading your dogs are tentacles dream, its sort of the plot of the latest Futurama film -only those tentacles didnt diguise themselves, they just glued themselves to everyone and loved them. It was quite ... odd.
― Trayce, Friday, 12 September 2008 01:09 (seventeen years ago)
nothing but void, this space
― Vas Djifrens, Friday, 12 September 2008 02:02 (seventeen years ago)
This space available. Contact ILX.
― Aimless, Friday, 12 September 2008 17:19 (seventeen years ago)
bump
― they call him (remy bean), Tuesday, 12 April 2011 00:33 (fourteen years ago)
(since i posted this, i've traveled more than 183,791,462,400 miles. how about you, chump?)
― they call him (remy bean), Tuesday, 12 April 2011 00:51 (fourteen years ago)
95.
oh wate, that wasn't sarcastic.
This has bothered for some time: no, it definitely was not sarcastic.
― Michael Daddino, Sunday, 5 August 2012 16:51 (thirteen years ago)