Streaming my life
above is video as hosted on youtube / below is the video presented via a commercial-free youtube container
above is video as hosted on youtube / below is the video presented via a commercial-free youtube container
The above entry, On Building a Respectful Communications System, is the first material we saw that was written by the Starling. The capsule that contained Starling had many markings on its outside as well as a great many ports and controls relating to data access and life support. It was in no way at first apparent that a living being was inside. The vessel's primary purpose was protection of the hidden living being.
When I hear stasis tube I picture something with a window at eye level, for that is how such things have been depicted in many stories. The reality of those in Starling's situation is that they are entirely dependent on actions taken outside the tube and that being able to see in or out provides no benefit. A window might even cause anxiety for those inside and outside of the capsule. No, at first appearance it was not entirely clear what the object was.
My second impression of Starling was from the following video:
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I'm celebrating a change in operations, from “idea capture” to creative freedom. My prior SOP (standard operating procedure) was to frantically transcribe ideas into verbal form for fear of losing them. I felt kinship with Coleridge, as explained in his preface to Kubla Khan: A Vision in a Dream, a Fragment. [1] I now believe that view of creativity reflects a bizarrely miscalibrated ego, self important yet self limiting. I prefer my current outlook of creative confidence. My ideas come from myself — with many inspirations of course — and I may develop them as I wish when I choose. Memory recall is a function in my own brain — where else? — that is an act of choosing thoughts. Not all memories are attended to immediately; neither must all new thoughts be transcribed. I enjoy allowing ideas to come and go. I do not currently fear that my ideas are not my own. I do not worry that good ideas will be inaccessible to me in future. This confidence is empowering. And most importantly peaceful.
R-)
[1] The importance of this poem in my life consisted of the author's explanatory note that he had dreamed up a magnificent creation that he attempted to describe upon waking, only to be interrupted by a visitor. I found romance in this view of creativity as something grand that I may only hope to capture. I aspired to be an artist in this way. I believed in geniuses as a mysterious and elevated human cohort that I dreamed of joining. Nowadays I see genius as a useless, othering concept.