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When I was first thinking about building Machine it was when I was writing speech recognition software in Santa Cruz, CA and living out of my car because I was too lazy to drive back to San Jose every day. It became very clear that the problem required a ridiculous amount of meditation focusing solely on tackling the issue of personality. Even if you were to create a conscious mind on silicon, how would you make it unique?
I have been following the madness that is the presidential campaign and it's pretty clear that Obama is going to win. That is, if you can do math. The news reports a much closer race because that's how they make money. It's over, the GOP loses.
I have been thinking a lot about how people organize or fixate on a singular issue. Also I have thought about people who persist in the face of absolute, incontrovertible self-error. Conflict resolution is not explored much in social networking circles other than basic verbal communication. What is the Internet equivalent of flipping a coin? How do you shuffle a deck of cards? What if all I wanted was a guaranteed third-party website to shuffle a deck of cards, flip a coin, or pick a random number for a mutual trust game? Sorta like open source gambling, I guess.
What do you do? That question comes up a lot when meeting new people. My answer can be confusing to some. First you have to understand what I am not. I am not a digital anthropologist or social networking consultant. I do not fix it for you.
You could say that I write custom memes for people, or that I affect my client's thought processes, changing people’s perception of reality for a small fee. You could say that I have no morals or ethics and will use whatever will work with the most efficiency. Okay, I'm not a saint, but I'm no trickster.
So I'm watching this television show on the Discovery channel called 'It takes a thief' that is basically televised rape. These ex-thieves break into someone's house while they watch on a closed circuit monitor. And you watch them, all voyeuristic, as some stranger touches all their private stuff. Then, like a bad Lifetime made-for-TV-movie, they confront the thieves and retrieve their stolen property. Followed quickly by a full security upgrade and another rape attempt.
I have friends. Good, loyal friends who never have to be blackmailed into helping me build a monstrous computer. One blob-u-lous glob of zipping electrons that zip and pop faster than that dinky little Tamagotchi Pet you call your laptop.
What are you going to do with it? They asked me.
I restrained myself, heroically, from using their names in this, or any other post, so I will merely say that I told them the Truth.
I cracked my ribs when riding my bicycle downtown San Francisco. This was unfortunate, as I was about to travel to Rosarito, Mexico to attend my brother's wedding. Suffering, but alive, I managed to fly myself, my girlfriend, my mother, and her boyfriend to San Diego where I had a rental car reserved. My mother insisted that I purchase Mexican car insurance even though it felt like a castration followed closely by a lobotomy.
Lots of people list programming languages that they "know" on their resumé. Since I think the whole process is "look at me! look at me!" pathetic, like code shown in the image, the following is one of many stupid examples of my knowledge. This particular program was an exercise I created to see if I could remember and recreate an entire program from my memory of Intel 386 processor instructions.
![function Sqrt[z] in the complex plane](http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3044/2784341041_f6d7a22697_m.jpg)
