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The Tower Windmill of Gronsveld is the southernmost windmill in The Netherlands. Built between 1618 and 1623 it's one of five such tower mills in the country and it still functions as a grist mill.

The village of Gronsveld just to the south of Maastricht in the Limburg language is called Groéselt, of which other forms are Grousselt or Grossvelt. It is said that 'Gronsveld' derives from an incorrect reading of the double-s in the original name. In older times the second 's' was written and printed to look like an 'f', hence Grousf(v)eld etc. The 'n' apparently references the 'n' of 'gro(e)n' (=green), said to describe the surrounding green fields.

'Coding' is especially appropriate to this place. Due to Covid-19 I couldn't visit the parish church to view the tomb of count Josse Maximilaan van Bronckhorst (1598-1662). Count Josse invented the so-called Gronsfeld cypher, a widely used encryption scheme for writing coded communications. He developed it from the Vigenère-scheme which derives from Giovanni Battista Bellaso's (1505-?) system of 1553. As far as I know, the attribution to 'Gronsveld' was first made by Gaspar Schott (1608-1666) in his Magia universalis. On the internet you will often/usually find incorrect attribution to a later Bronckhorst of the mid eighteenth century.

This cypher was used well into the nineteenth century, notably for readers of romantic travel fantasies in the books by great Jules Verne (1828-1905). As a lad I'd skipped over those references, but now I know!


Flit jimmies the latch on the skylight and lowers herself down using the latest technology in heist and hacker ware. She cracks the password in less than two minutes; these corporate junkies aren't as smart as their finely pressed suits would make them look, she carefully types in the name of the company and the year, all lower case... bingo.


After cracking the encryption codes and shoving her finger

into the usb drive, she downloads years of hidden secrets, passwords and gains access to the digital key to the wall safe.


She dumps what she can on the desk and takes the unmarked loot, shoving the stacks of bills into her dufflebag before reeling back up and out of the unit a few hundred thousand euros richer.


Location // Dystopia





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[ kunst ] - Wire ring (left)

little bones. Break @Uber

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[MANDALA] Stretched ears Omimi Tunnel (Hole_size_5/L)

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Slink Avatar Enhancement Hands V2.1 - L - Relaxed

(Yummy) Strange and Unusual Necklace - Gold

fractured skylight

deep encryption



Previous Episode


Entering the reactor room, Morgan pulled out the data analyzer that Sparks had sliced for him, running the scanner over the power console and recalling her admonishment "No one ever updates these old fusion reactors with the latest security updates". Morgan chuckled softly and shook his head as the device indicated just that and started uploading the virus into the control systems. "Lets see.. critical cascade failure of coolant system with imminent containment bottle overload... That'll send these rats scurrying to the nearest escape pod." Morgan smiled under his mask as all the indicators turned red and evacuation alarms started blaring through the station.


After scrambling the encryption codes for engineering access, Morgan turned toward the hatch to head farther into the station, knowing he had to make sure any drug cargo onboard didn't make it off the station.


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//Recovered data from the battle of Leethum//

//Pvt. Dan'Fer's log//

The Rebels are relentless. It's a daily routine, fight, run, fight, and hide. I have blaster bolt imprints all over my armor. Theres small cracks in the armor that keep poking me when I climb the rocks . I was shot in the leg when I was climbing and fell off. I tended to it but it it didn't do much. I see something in the distance but can't make it out. I called out and it started to come my way. It was an imperial transport. The trooper in red hopped off and scanned the area. The other one walked over to me.

"get up trooper."

//data encryption failed//

//data end//

Flit types quicker than the human eye would fully register, she's cracking the stolen corporate document by translating over 40 billion lines of code layered on top of each other in an intricate weave of misinformation. The numbers, letters and symbols encrypted here are in the process of being eliminated, excerps of useless filler are almost like a game of pac man to her computer brain, it's stimulating her entertainment drives.


15 minutes into a partial cloaked as a syntax error she locates a folder labelled:



Functional Life Imitation Technology.


She quickly uploads a copy into her harddrive after rerouting the embedded tracking device.


Location // Dystopia





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Blueberry - Asia - Leather Jacket (Maitreya fitted)

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.random.Matter. - Taint Septum - Gold

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xin + toro // gun racks + RARE

xin + toro // hacking station

long stories shortened... (discarded and abandoned and intertwined short stories) well..actually they are chunks and fragmets and notes of stories that never made it




a young PhD math candidate writing his dissertation on an obscure arab mathematician from the middle ages who specialized in cycles and periods in infinite series and develops a process to determine prime number density in a large number space. (which is all and good) except this makes it an excellent tool to decrypting military grade encryption, which is based on the computational difficulty of factoring large numbers into their prime components


the arab mathematician was ultimately censured by the religious mullahs for developing tools to rationalize the infinite, which is of course the nature of Allah and for man to attempt to place Allah into a human scale is blasphemy


so the arab mathematician disappears and the young phd candidate finds that his dissertation has been suspended pending review but cant get any information on who is reviewing it


finally another young mathematician approaches him and starts a long discussion on math and the nature of numbers and the mathematicians love of the underlying structure of reality that math represents. the phd candidate is leary of this mathematician cause he wont answer what he does or where he went to school or how he knows so many cutting edge fields in math


eventually, the young mathematician offers the phd candidate a position with the NSA, National Security Agency, (where all the big crypto and high math goes on) but explains that if he accepts that he will essentially disappear from his current world. his work will be classified, he will not be able to publish in academic journals or speak in public, or talk about his work to his friends on the outside, but the compensation is that he

would be able to work unfettered with the greatest math minds in the country, totally funded, free to explore any field or fancy he thought. after a few moments of thought, the phd accepts.


then the story will go back to the arab mathematician who is also approached my a young beared mullah, who offers him a position within his group of thinkers who do ponder and explore the nature of nature reality and Allah through mathematics, but that by joining them he would need to disappear from the world, after a few minutes of thought, he too accepts...




Daniel sipped his 6th coffee (colloidal suspension for caffeine transport) while his batch jobs on ramanet, the Indian supergrid, finished their checksum verification. His chin, a bit stubbly, itched. His eyes, a bit red, were sore. The goa trance shoutcast feed had mushed into a fast cadence drone. The flat screen monitor warped and bulged with the oscillating fan blowing on Daniel's face


'O' glamorous larval life of a PhD student...' he jotted and doodle-circled on his notepad.


Daniel cracked his neck and jutted his jaw, stretching out the accumulation of kinks, as RamaNet finished the final integrity check on his dataset. this two hour round of processing on the Indian supergrid would cost about $130 out of his precious grant fund, but you couldnt beat the bargain. 120 minutes times 150,000 PCs in the RamaNet processing collective = 1,080,000,000 seconds or 18,000,000 minutes or 300,000 hours or 12500 days or 34.25 years of processing time for the price of a video game. Calculation was commoditized now. You uploaded your pre-fromatted dataset to RamaNet. the data was packeted and sent to out to 150,000 Indians who lent a few percents of never-to-be missed CPU cycles off their systems for background processing. when their alotted package was completed it was sent back to RamaNet for re-assembly into something coherent for the buyer. in return the Indians got a rebate on their net access charges or access to premier bollywood galleries or credit towards their own processing charges. a good deal all the way around. Daniel's dataset, an anthology of complex proofs from a long-dead arab mathematician, was queued with amateur weather forecast modeling, home-brewed digital CGI for indie movies, chaos theory-based currency trading algorithms, etc. the really high end, confidential jobs, like protein folding analysis or big pharm drug trials were more likely handled by the huge western collectives of several million collaborative systems, usually high-performance machines in dedicated corporate server farms. the cost there was out of Daniel's range, but you got a faster return and better promises of encryption for your buck.


Daniel scratched his scalp and flexed his fingers. 'two months from today i will be a doctor of mathematics...and no job. damnit. i need to find something fast.' Daniel calculated in his mind how quickly the student loans repayments would kick in and completely wipe him out. RamaNet would have done it in nanoseconds, ha! he laughed to himself. Daniel had avoided the rounds of job interviews and recommendations that passed his way. he was too absorbed in his research to look ahead, and perhaps a bit intimidated by the idea of the job hunt flea market. flexing his CV, getting a monkey suit, trying to explain his research to recruiters, who were often the same finger-counting business majors in college that made his skin crawl. Daniel always felt a bit embarrassed when he announced he was math PhD candidate. folks would immediately glaze over,

tsk tsk out a 'that's interesting', and swiftly change the subject. something will come up, he mantra'd to himself over and over, something will come up. stick with ali, there is something real in there, just a bit deeper. the real problem was his thesis advisor. dr. fuentes was not returning his calls, his secretary was not taking appointments from Daniel. he had submitted his finished draft of his thesis two weeks ago, but hadnt heard back since, except for a cryptic email saying that the review committee was having some issues with his paper and that Daniel would be hearing from him shortly. Daniel was rerunning his calculations on RamaNet to assuage the gnawing doubt that he completely botched some component of his argument and that the review committee was debating some manner of telling him to redo the entire effort. no PhD and no job. that would ice the cake. Daniel started calculating his body mass and general aerodynamic resistance relative to the height of the school cathedral to figure out if he had time to reach a terminal velocity before impact...only a failed math PhD would attempt to determine at what speed his body would smack concrete, he morbidly thought to himself.


ali ja'far muhammed ibn abdullah al-farisi slipped meditatively on his cup of water, thinking about his proof. he dipped a finger in the cup and held up a droplet of water under his fingertip, watching the sunlight prisimatically splay out on the mouth of the cup. 'praise be Allah and his wonderous bounty' he mumured to himself.


the elders had been in conference all day over his proof. though the heavy doors to their chamber were closed, he would occasionally hear muffled but distinctly angry shouts. ali sat on a divan in the anteroom, served numerous cups of tea by an obviously nervous secretary. ali knew there was deep resistance to his research, but for the life of him he couldnt figure out why. he was a simple mathematician. he came up with some unique observations. he wanted to share them with his peers...



Overview: biotech researcher discovers a new life-extension technology and is murdered. He is cryogenically frozen for 150 years. When he is

revived he must stop a dark corporate conspiracy – and find his murderer.


Summer 2015 - Hot genius free-lance biotech researcher unravels the key component of a radical life-extension gene therapy that will ensure 300 years of robust life to its recipients. The researcher is murdered shortly after he hides the critical component. His distraught friend has him cryogenically frozen. 150 years later, the researcher is revived by the same major bio-med corporation for which he had originally been working.

Quickly he realizes that their motives are less than altruistic: his modification of the gene therapy is needed to resolve an unforeseen debilitation now creeping up in the recipients of the life-extension process. The recipients, now nearing 125 years off added life, are decompensating into psychotics. The researcher at first tries to remember and reconstruct what he did with the hidden critical component, but stops in disgust when he learns that in the past 150 years the life-extension therapy has been reserved solely for the ultra-affluent and has created an extreme and cruel global gerontocratic elite. He voices his disgust to his corporate minders, who cease being beneficent and show their true colors as trying to gain control of this critical technology in order to control the elites.


In the process of dealing with the corporation, he learns about his murder and begins investigating.As he comes closer to the identity of his murderer, he uncovers a wider conspiracy and is the target of more murder attempts.


He was killed by a friend in 2015. The friend was the CEO of a small bio-gen firm that the researcher was doing the LET work for. The CEO, a biz-head with a genetics academic background, took the researcher’s work and exploited it as his own, in the process growing his small firm into a bio-med powerhouse and him into one of the world’s wealthiest individuals.


The CEO also was the first recipient of the LET and is now 190 years old, but doesn’t look a day over 45. Smart, urbane, ruthless, the CEO used his wealth and position to start the cabal of Ultras. It is a faction of the top 50 smartest and wealthiest people in the world who have ‘ascended from the world’ (faked their demise) and control the global economy with their vast coordinated wealth. Perhaps they will call themselves ‘The Ascended’. We need to decide how the cabal lives. Are they sequestered on a luxurious island compound, or do they live in the open, surgically re-sculpted after each faked death, or do they live in the open.


Also we need to figure out what the world will look and feel like in 150 years.


As the ultras decompensate into psychosis, the CEO orders the researcher to be revived in order to find a cure. The CEO had the researcher’s lab notes decrypted and figured that the he was close if not successful in finding the missing component to stabilize the LET.


Tiberius Syndrome: the decline into cruel psychosis experienced by the ultras, named after the roman emperor Tiberius’ degenerate behavior after he sequestered himself on Capri.


The ironic twist might be that there is no cure, no stabilization. The psychosis is not the result of the LET alone, but also due in part to the unfettered ego/wills of the ultras. Absolute power corrupts…




a brazilian hacking syndicate was subcontracted by a st petersberg crew to run interference on a hit on SWIFT, the global currency clearinghouse notification network. The UniFavela clan was going to run a multi-flank raid. They specialized in fast propagating virii and had created a custom mail-in virus that exploited a few microsoft vulnerabilities that they had discovered and kept mum. Their target was a Latin American PR spokesman listed on the corporate web site for press queries. The PR flak would be just the sleepy guard on the wall for their virus to slip past. 30 minutes after opening an inocuous spoofed email from a French e-trade publication requesting clarification on the SWIFT-Indentrus partnership. the virus would port scan and map its entire site LAN, salmoning its way up the router paths till it found the deep waters of the main corporate campus network in Brussels. Shortly, the internal LAN at Brussels would be suffering switch and router buffer overflows and traffic would gasp, ack, and sputter. UniFavela would then towel whip out a vanilla DDOS on the main company web site, any INTERNIC-registered addresses, and any other system in the IP block reserved for SWIFT that had previously port scanned as interesting, or ,even, as nothing. Mongols charging the village gates and tossing flaming torches on thatched roofs. IT Operations would be running to and fro, trying to figure out the internal bandwidth crunch and if there was a bleedout causing the external net problems.




The Post-Human Story of Minos:


the CEO of a powerful commercial combine is bore an illegitimate son by his indiscreet wife in retaliation for his own dalliances. the son has a hideous deformity but is fantastically brilliant - brilliant enough for the father overcome his own repulsion of the child - as a bastard and a freak. the father sequesters the child in an elaborate virtual domain. the child, a hacker savant, is used to breach competitor nets. but as his power in the digital realm expands, the child transforms into the tyrant-monster. using the nets, he lashes out at people who have caused him pain, then evolves into enjoying the taste of terror and fear. He becomes the Minotaur.




'there was a mad scramble amongst all the big spook governments, dark side corporations, and the privacy maccabees once it was determined that quantum computation had left the tidal pool of academia, grown legs and air-breathing lungs, and was headed for the nat sec intel highlands. all previous encryption models were rendered obsolete, and worse, exposed. QC became an undefiable xray spotlight, laying bare any encrypted secret with a ease of opening a mathematical candy wrapper. And for a while it swung the advantage back to the state in the digital Boer War against the freecon partisans.'




The Oort, to the Intras, looked as one people. Extra-stellar hillbillies, ekeing out a subsistance existence on extracted organics from the frozen crud comets and other planetesimals of the Oort Cloud that slung around the solar system in a 1K AU circuit. To the Oort there was no Oort. Each station, each kampong was distinct and seperate. Seperate dialects, traditions, norms, goals. Some were scientific collectives, some were tired mining operations, some were intense sectarian cults - they shared little between themselves beyond necessary trade links for scarce commodities.



A young prince is disgraced in an internal court scandal and sent into a quasi-exile on a worthless mission. On his travels he builds the wisdom and learns the skills necessary to be a just and effective leader.


His exile was a gambit by his patriarch to remove Genji from the arena of pointless court intrigues and develop him as a real leader. The patriarch dispatched a team of loyal praetorians to discreetly follow and protect Genji on his odyssey.


Genji was sent as an emissary to the Oort system. He must pass through the Martian-Saturnine corridor, populated with industrial trading guilds and their private militias.




Genealogy becomes paramount in a closed culture; hierarchy by heredity. Reference the roman patrician class’ death-grip obsession with lineage, or the medieval Japanese imperial court’s strict intra-elite caste system.


But in an era of extreme genetic engineering, how can bloodlines retain their importance? Perhaps this is the wrong question. Perhaps in an era of extreme genetic engineering, authentic bloodlines can only retain their importance. The longevity of an unchanged gene line demonstrates success in evolutionary competition. Over time however, the fitness of a rigidly enforced and ‘sequestered’ gene line will degrade. Consider the hemophilia of the European royal strata.


I would not want the imperial court of the inner system to be pure blue bloods, eschewing genetic manipulation. Rather I would have them take the opposite tack – and embrace genetic engineering in the pursuit of perfecting particular socially valued or distinctive attributes; a roman nose, elongated refined fingers, even the possession of certain ‘noble’ afflictions (for ex., the aforementioned hemophilia as a sign of noble lineage).

The elites should pursue genealogy with the same passion and gusto as horse breeders; studs and mares and percentages of bloodlines, enforced and suppressed gene expressions, surrogates, and gene modes des saisons.




a bum finds a the wallet and keys of a man who jumped from a bridge

he goes to his townhouse to find something to eat or steal

is impressed and overwhelmed with the man's townhouse

showers, eats, gets cleaned up, finds some clothes

is ready to leave when he helps a woman wrestling with groceries at her door

she thanks him, but looks stunned.

‘are you the man in #560? umm..i have lived here for 3 years and have never actually seen you. you seem to leave so early in the morning and get

home so late and keep to yourself.’

they spend 30 minutes talking, having a generally warm friendly encounter.

‘well, I am so glad to have finally met you. Hope to see you soon.’ As she closes her door, the bum turns to leave but pauses and thinks for a moment, then goes back into the man's townhouse

he pours through the man's papers and keepsakes and learns that the man has no family that he speaks with, no friends, lives off a well-endowed trust fund




the bum moves in and takes over the mans identity

he brings warmth and sincerity to the man's identity


what makes a hermit tick? what lengths do they go to to remove themselves from society? does it become a game to avoid contact, trying to become a shadow, a phantom? does society dissolve away as a mental force in their thoughts, atrophy away or does it become an amputated impression?


what divsion line stands between a hermit and convict in solitary? the hermit, by and large, chooses their isolation, the convict has it enforced upon them. at what point does the human need for society or socialization collapse? is there anything left that we can inspect and evaluate? a hermit, however, is able to maintain walls against the Great Other, which would imply that they are seeking refuge from the world. a schizo or an autistic will be physically surrounded by others but unable or incapable of making contact.


when does the will to contact die? what is left over? do humans require contact to retain our humanity? can you love and sacrifice in a vacuum?

what defines humanity? oooh, a big question...




genetic engineering will continue to deconstruct the human species


there will be catastrophic disasters: gene sequence specific viruses engineered to attack 'types' of people. Der Genkampf

petroleum will be replaced- hydrogen-powered locomotion and green power (in the wealthy states). the poor states will continue to be held hostage to oil politics


(cultures and civilizations do not move forward uneringly. they spasticly jerk forward and fro, in clumps andgrains, never ever as a lemming death drive.)


developed economies will be netized. a new state structure will be needed to manage and dsitribute resources. the corporate structure, the commercial backbone of the capitalist democracy, will replace the republic. it is flexible to markets and political forces, insistent on accountability, it provides a sufficient compromise between individual representation and republican government. they will begin their political evolution as projects in community development. assurances of an educated workforce by charter education. assurances of uninterrupted utilities by running their own power/water etc. net-based marketplaces create corporate agoras. employees are in fact de facto citizens of the corporation. citizenship, or regular employment, will be a reward for merit, stock shares will count towards suffrage.


great corporate collectives will arise. housing, education, security...all the needs of the middle class will be absorbed in the corporate state. the tradtional state will cede roles and responsibilities to the corporate state as their resources dwindle. a few isolated violent reactions (military or legal)by the republics against the corporate states, but they will fail over time. against, or more so, in conjunction with the homogenized corporatsists wil be the diasporae, non-corporates will glom to other modes of networked alignment, ethnic allegiance will become stronger over time - as the chinese, indian, and jewish disporaestrengthen as a formula for a successful competition against/with the corporates.


the american state, succored by its overwhelming techo-military supremancy, loses its mission, its vision - substitutes will to dominate for will to excel - and falls into the deep narcotic, insulated slumber of the unassailable. GE, nano, and the banknote net weaken the mythic cohesion of the american spirit. we are no longer united by common experience (mass-mediated or otherwise) the promise of science to make us stronger, smarter, near immortal is held like a manifest destiny or a divine IOU for services rendered to humanity.


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100 things about me (a flickr interpretation on a blogging classic)


i smoke, drink, and curse like a thrown-down devil

i really enjoy dark japanese yakuza movies

i laugh at myself (alot) - in fact i possess a curious defect of self-schadenfreude

i believe in hubris

i have regular dreams of evading and hunting down enemies who are trying to kill me

i am a badass in the kitchen

i am not a tidy person - i submitted to the wisdom of entropy long ago

my political worldview is heavily influenced by the real politik of classical roman empire building

my social worldview is heavily influenced by the Sales Conference scene in Glengarry Glen Ross

My most treasured book is Memoirs of Hadrian - I read it once a year, slowly.

i spit curses on people who dont return a proffered 'hello'

i have a compulsive fetish for tech gadgetry

i can sing most frank sinatra songs by heart (and some from the heart)

i dread dying alone in a nursing home more than anything else

i think global warming is caused more by solar maxima and a shifting geo-magnetic core than industrial pollution

i make a formidable martini

i believe oswald was a patsy

im good with remembering actors and movies. im good, but my brother is a rainman

it is my opinion that the flashback scenes in godfather 1 and 2 are what made the movies into classics

when i was younger i would go cliff diving at 2am alone off La Jolla Cove in San Diego

i understand that your strengths are also your weaknesses

ironically, i can chain smoke unfiltered pall malls but filtered cigarettes give me a vise-like headache

my favorite song is More Than This - The Cure. I can listen to it for hours over and over again

i always tip more than 20%

i cannot eat cooked fish - makes me retch

i have a neuro-physiological need for chicken tempura once every two weeks

i want to learn to tango and passably play flamenco guitar before i die

i use cheat codes on video games

i drink my coffee black and my espressos with a cut of lemon

i broke my collarbone jumping off the back of a moving truck

Yojimbo is my favorite Kurosawa movie

until someone figures out how to move complex organic systems faster than the speed of light, i will scoff at people who believe in UFOs and aliens on earth

i grok russian techno

my phonemail message is 'lasciate ogni speranza, voi chi entrate'

i believe john ashcroft is a greater threat to american security than osama bin laden

i think that viral pandemics and asteroid collisions will end the reign of the human species on earth and that the universe will end in a post-expansion 'heat death'.

i love jackie gleason's orchestral music

i am a good speed shooter with a 9mm

i believe that the NSA has already solved the factorization issue for public key distribution encryption

i have every issue of Wired magazine. its sad watching it turn into a Sharper Image catalog.

i'm a pretty decent storyteller

i always fall asleep reading a book

i am usually reading 3 or 4 books at a time

i think that Social Secuirty is a ponzi scam

when i was in 5th grade, my class ran a mini-city, running businesses, fake money, etc. i was the banker, casino owner, and lawyer

in high school, i was elected Commissioner of Finance and voted Most School Service. bletch

i own 200 acres of land in southern virginia

i make my own italian sausage raviolis from scratch

i once had 40 cats, 3 boxers, 12 guinea hens, and a turkey named Bubba

i love the click and snap of a zippo lighter

i felt lame during the boom for not leaving my safe sinecure at IBM for some hot startup

when i graduated from college, i wanted to make and sell reproductions of greek and roman antiquites and arms

i think nature is one big computational system

I think Wilhem Dafoe, John Malkovich, and Lawrence Fishburn would make an awesome movie together

i desperately miss san diego mexican fast food

i think Ernest Shakleton was the greatest leader of our age (google him...and be amazed!)

i want to learn hardware programming so i can make interactive sculpture

a great dinner party from history to me would be Lawrence Durrell, Julius Caesar, a young William Shatner, and Robert Heinlein - and myself.

i believe that Solzenitsyn must be read with cheap vodka by a raging fire on very cold nights

i have had the same bottle of Tuscany cologne for 4 years

my favorite constellation is Orion

The opening line of Kipling's Kim is my favorite: 'He sat, in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam-Zammah on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaib-Gher - the Wonder House, as the natives call the Lahore Museum.'

ben webster must be listened to with ice-chilled scotch

i love the color of scotch

i told my dad in 91' that he should write a program to catalog all the sites on the internet because it was going to be big one day. he said no, its just a fad

my brother is the funniest person i know

i have never seen Citizen Kane (much to my mortal embarassment)

i hold weekend naps to be an inalienable right of man

when i was 12 i wanted to be an admix of col. hogan (bob crane), james bond (sean connery), and buck rogers (gil gerard)

being alone in a pine forest during a midnight snowstorm is a great experience

i grow my own rosemary and thyme

when i am drunk i start to talk about quantum mechanics and information theory

i make a wicked chimichanga

i believe that Sammy Davis Jr's Mr Bojangles is a perfect song

i have been told that i should have been a lawyer - i was half-insulted by the suggestion

i have also been told i should have been a teacher - i was totally insulted by the suggestion

my worst job was proof reading the white pages

i dont believe in the death penalty - it is an insufficient sanction for truly inhuman crimes. life incarceration in a prison glory hole would be more appropriate

when i was 5, my parents caught me judging an impromptu 'naked beauty contest' with my neighbor girls.

my mother listened to barry manilow, captain and tenille, and the carpenters incessantly when i was a small child. as a result i am scarred today with knowing the lyrics of most of their songs by heart

i only buy dollar store sunglasses

i regret not serving in the military

Snatch is a great movie, but easily tiresome - like Madonna for that matter.

i am not afraid of death, but i will not suffer a long languishing crippling dying

i can recite every line from Blade Runner

i think that marijuana should be legalized - alcohol is a far more socially damaging drug

i make my biscuits and gravy from scratch

the only rap song i get is 'Damn it Feels Good To Be A Gangsta' - Geto Boys. All the rest can burn for all i care

William Gibson's Neuromancer was a pivotal sci-fi book for me, but Greg Egan's Diaspora is the best science fiction work ever written

i made a goldfish pond for my garden

i am proud of the fact that my great-grandfather started the classics department at Stanford

i have a mexican catholic peasant altar in my den with a complete collection of veladoras, loteria cards, a spanish bayonet, and gitane cigarettes

i never got woody allen. make no sense to me, bores the shit outta me

i think voting is a moral obligation - men have died to protect that right. we owe them

but, i think politicians are pathological con artists by nature

i used shave my head with a #2 guard twice a month

i have a wicked evil - barely socially acceptable - sense of humor

i am a jedi master of relaxation

i am told that my eyes change color from green to blue depending on what i am wearing

i love building raging two-story bonfires

"Sometimes it is the very people who no one imagines anything of who do the things that no one can imagine"


The Enigma machine cracked by people at Bletchley Park who were probably overlooked for their ability to help the War effort and save millions of lives.


I know what it feels like to be considered someone who has little to offer the World. I didn't have a great start as a youngster, but I turned it around and consider myself a worthwhile person and I hope the World is a little better for me being in it.


A wonderful weekend to all my Flikr friends (and non Flikr for that matter)



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A German military encryption device, the most advanced of its time, so much so that solving it lead to the invention of the computer.

My 24th build against Jimmy in my Iron Builder.



Installed Build 7000, x64 on my laptop (P8400, 4GB Ram, 1GB ATI 3450) It runs amazingly well. I had to enable the use of both processors in msconfig for startup (1 core/processor is the default for all Windows OS's), but after doing that, my startup times are less than 25 seconds!!! (You can do this in Vista/XP as well, its under Boot tab --> advanced options)


Loving it so far. It truly is a methodical version of Vista.


I've been meaning to reinstall Vista on my desktop (due to a power outage corrupting some windows files :/). I think I'll go the W7 route.


My only complaint is Homesharing (or whatever its called), for some reason ever since I enabled it and then disabled it, I can no longer see shared files on my home network/LAN. Even the files on my NAS are invisible. Might be an issue with encryption settings over wireless (stupid draft N), but the fact that no other computers on my network on W7 is the most likely culprit. Oh well, I guess its just a bump in the road.

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For the black and white theme I thought I should shoot an object from a time when black and white was predominant.


These are the rotors from a three-rotor German Enigma cryptography machine owned by the United States National Cryptographic Museum and displayed at the National Security Administration booth at the RSA security conference in San Francisco, California.


Converted to black and white with the Ilford FP4 Plus preset in Digikam.


Strobist: Single 430EXII RT held just outside the frame above the rotors.

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or is communication power? i had a fleeting image in my head of michelangelo's 'creation of adam' when i saw this entanglement of cables and lines.


when you nod or grunt 'hello' to a passing somebody you expect an 'ack' in return. a simple head flic or a murmur of recognition. when this is not forthcoming, you usually subvocally growl and move on.


humans have been polluting the electromagnetic space of our galactic suburb since the mid-1930s with our radio and TV transmissions, and have been actually listening for our neighbors to call us since the 1970s. So far, no one has come knocking on our door. Why not?


Our transmissions, traveling at the speed of light, have already crossed into the yards of several of our closest stellar neighbors. If those systems had intelligent life with basic mastery of electromagnetism we could had received an RSVP by now. i have a suspicion why no one is talking with us.


they are scared to talk with us.


our electromagnetic effulsia is interstellar police tape. imagine you are alone on a desolate backroad, would you enter a white trash trailer if you heard screams and bangs and shouts and guns going off? of course not. neither should they respond to us.


additionally, on the theme of communication and information it is my belief that one day the internet will disappear. It will just vanish. You, I, they…whoever will wake up and the internet will be gone – and no one will think twice about its absence – in fact, that’s how it will disappear.


The global infrastructure of routers and switches will still be there, rocketing data around to and fro, but the internet will evaporate from our consciousness. It will become another utility, like the phone system, municipal water works, or the national electrical grid. And at the point it achieves its ubiquity, it will also become invisible. Turn a faucet, get water. Flip a switch, get electricity. Pick up a phone, get a dial tone. Click on your...whatever, and you get information. Data doesnt care what sort of contraption you pour it through...a wifi pda, a networked gaming console, a satellite radio receiver - its all the same to 1's and 0's; a classic example of the triumph of message over medium.


more thoughts on communication...


what is the best mode of secret communication? while plaintext can be scrambled, transmorgified, and shrouded in highly exotic mathematical arcanae, you can rightly assume that every information event - every Alice Bob transaction, no matter how well encrypted, is open to traffic analysis. US Navy cryptanalysts deteremined that the islette of Midway was an impending Japanese target by analyzing their coded traffic. how and when you say something can be as relevant as what you say. so, Alice and Bob are left with one of three options to cover their communication tracks: leave no information, leave diverting information, or flood the environment with an overload of information.


the most effective method is arguably to leave a superabundance of information. leaving no information and diverting information will provide insights - poker face bluffing can only work a handful of times before it can be interpreted. having no discernable pattern leaves your opponent at a loss to determine means, intent, or scope. blow the signal-to-noise ratio asymptotic.


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Black and white image of the plugboard, keyboard, indicator lights and encryption setting wheels of a rare German World War II 'Enigma' machine at Bletchley Park.


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While the tractor beam guides the container in between the mandibles, the YT-1450 ship computer calculates the small thruster moves necessary to position the container in the precise location for the automatic docking procedure to start. The XL standard container flashes "all clear" and the ship starts interfacing. The container has it's own fuel tank, thrusters and onboard computer. The ship and the container exchange control sequences and encryption keys. Everything is in order. Docking is complete. The Nadir is once again ready to haul some precious cargo across the galaxy.



Iv'e been thinking about building the Millenium Falcon ferrying a huge container for several years. Those mandibles had to be used for something right? Then the Rebrick FREIGHTER WARS contest came along and I started thinking about building a YT Corellian Freighter. A few days in to the process I was reminded of the container hauling MF, and I realized I had a great opportunity here. Well, it's not the MF, but it's a YT Freighter of my own design hauling a huge container.


I've been building this ship this entire month. Sometimes I had to take breaks from building the Nadir, then I built the container instead. There is a fairly intricate Technic structure inside the container and there are four connection points that connect to the Nadir. It's actually one of the most sturdy SHIPs I've built. (see swoosh video)


Length: 105 studs

While the tractor beam guides the container in between the mandibles, the YT-1450 ship computer calculates the small thruster moves necessary to position the container in the precise location for the automatic docking procedure to start. The XL standard container flashes "all clear" and the ship starts interfacing. The container has it's own fuel tank, thrusters and onboard computer. The ship and the container exchange control sequences and encryption keys. Everything is in order. Docking is complete. The Nadir is once again ready to haul some precious cargo across the galaxy.



Iv'e been thinking about building the Millenium Falcon ferrying a huge container for several years. Those mandibles had to be used for something right? Then the Rebrick FREIGHTER WARS contest came along and I started thinking about building a YT Corellian Freighter. A few days in to the process I was reminded of the container hauling MF, and I realized I had a great opportunity here. Well, it's not the MF, but it's a YT Freighter of my own design hauling a huge container.


I've been building this ship this entire month. Sometimes I had to take breaks from building the Nadir, then I built the container instead. There is a fairly intricate Technic structure inside the container and there are four connection points that connect to the Nadir. It's actually one of the most sturdy SHIPs I've built. (see swoosh video)


Length: 105 studs

Monochromatic image of the keyboard and illuminated letter representing an encrypted character on a rare German World War II 'Enigma' machine at Bletchley Park.


January 2017

It took longer to do this picture then any of my other pieces, eight hours, and it was nearly impossible to come up with a tittle for it, but it is actually a plant that resembles elephant ears, but when I was done encrypting all the faces it came across as something resembling a witches cauldron, not that that’s what I was shooting for. Gainesville Florida 8/14/15

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Blacktron Captain Magnus Metaklahn watched the remote video feed in detached silence as the Raptor Drone closed in for the kill of Nova Team's leader Captain Knight. Suddenly he saw a flash of light and heard the mechanical scream of the bio-synthetic beast. With a flicker and a glitched the video feed goes black.


An error message then appears simply stating:

"NO SIGNAL - There is no signal from your v2.2 Blacktron Raptor Drone. Please make sure the drone is turned on, power cells fully charged and is connected to a subspace network with the proper wireless encryption password. If you still need assistance, please contact your cybernetic administrator, do not contact your retailer. - Thank you, the Blacktron Raptor Drone Team"


This could mean only one thing: Nova Team managed to disable the supposedly invincible drone! In a fit of fury, the Blacktron officer tears off his helmet smashing it into a nearby console setting off a shower of sparks and a puff of smoke.


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I took one of my old, broken hard drives and opened it to photograph. Opening a broken computer hard drive is not as easy as you would think.


After opening the hard drive I placed the hard drive under a softbox in order to make the reflection clean. It is very important to make sure none of the photography equipment is in the reflection of the very reflective disc. I added a shoot through umbrella to the left and a reflector to the right to get a nice reflection of the magnetic read/write head, on the disc.


I used a small aperture to get most of the hard drive in focus. I set my focus on the magnetic head to get that part of the hard drive sharp.


In Adobe Camera Raw I increased the shadows and decreased the highlights to get an almost HDR effect. This enhanced the reflections.


This photo was taken in February 2014 with a Canon 5D MkIII and TAMRON SP 90mm F/2.8 Di VC USD Macro lens.


Camera Settings: f/16.0, 1/160 seconds and ISO 200

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the company has invested time and money in a novel communication system. We believe that we have managed to improve the great inconveniences, occasional, ... in the method of local chat translators. This sophisticated system will allow the communication in any language, since it uses, ... an encryption of codes, very easy to learn. Soon they will be informed, by a notecard, how to use it. As always our goal is to make it easier for our dear users to continue enjoying our quality of service. Proud to have again fulfilled the expectations. On behalf of the company, our greetings of Merry Christmas and New Year.

P / D We believe in the family, which made us think of a beautiful gift for your holidays to your siblings parents, cousins, etc. It comes in sumptuous briefcases. in various colors. , ... ahhhhh, .. then we will inform the value, ... start saving Lindens, ... Happy holidays.

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An Enigma coding machine, Churchill War Rooms, London.

To ensure privacy, all passwords are encrypted.

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Lieutenant Tris ran through the checklist again, her races ability to innately calculate and plot multidimensional vectors served her well as she tweaked the nav computer’s fuel and burn schedule to the target station. Sensing the motion behind her and scowling slightly at the intrusion into HER cockpit, “Yes Commander, I’m locking down the course and target vectors and we are mission capable.” Tris threw over her shoulder anticipating the obvious questions from her commander.


Morgan smiled slightly knowing the irascible Delaxian was one of the best pilots in the sector. “Excellent as always lieutenant, how’s our insertion team doing out there?” Morgan replied as he leaned over the command chair, his eyes sweeping over the indicators.


“Well, they seem to be fine except for Sparks yelling “I’ll get you for this you rotten bastard!”, I’m sure she was talking to you.” Tris smirked.


Morgan shook his head and chuckled, “Get them on comm Lieutenant, It’s time we got underway.”


Tris tapped the controls, “Aye commander, tight beam comms established, quantum encryption is secure.”




“Actually it’s 122,342.4 kilometers, a walk in the park for Union Space Marines.” Mira dryly responded.


“Oh Thanks Mira! I’m not a frakkin’ Marine and you know if we screw this up, I’m going to splat like a bug against that station…”


“Ok team, focus… Sparks you’re the only one who can do this part of the mission. And this is the only way to get you on board without blowing this op.” cut in Morgan. “Tris, send them their nav plots. It’s time to roll.”


“Nav data acknowledged, uploading to suit navcomps… Commencing sequenced ignition in 10… 9…” Mira called out.


“We are gonna die… splat..” Sparks moaned.


“Enjoy the ride you two, you got the best view..” Tris smirked.


Morgan shook his head and smiled, “God speed team… we’ll be 20 minutes behind you.”


“3.. 2.. 1.. Ignition! Booyah!” Mira shouted out.


“OHMYGODOHMYGOD! Oh… WOW!” Sparks cried out as she threw her arms out to the sides.


Morgan nodded at Tris, “Lieutenant, the ship is yours, get us underway.”


Tris leaned forward into the controls, a feral grin crossing her face as she started the countdown to the first burn sequence, “Commander, get your ass off my flight deck unless you want to fly this bird backwards into a hanger slot with 2 meters of clearance at combat speed.”


Morgan stepped back and grinned, “Hell no lieutenant, this is your party right now.”


“Fuckin’ A Right I do… You got 30 seconds to get strapped in Commander…29 …28” Tris calmly counted down as the drop ship’s engines started to rumble and vibrate.


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Once upon a time, a lock and key was the only way to secure and protect information, files and details. But with the evolution of technology all can now be stored with codes and encryptions. HMM!

Collabor88 April round!

An antique military encryption device re-designed into a clock! Any timezone & 12 or 24 hour mode.

Vanji eyed the starport tarmac, her eyes flickered briefly as she switched between the infra-red and ultra-violet spectrum as her internal AI designated potential threats and targets. Her ruby lips made a moue of distaste as she pulled the auto-blaster from her holster.


“It had to be Drune… What is it with this place? It’s like the galaxy’s black hole of scum and villainy.”


**Was that a query or were you being metaphorical… again** her AI Aleph responded through their shared neuro-cyber-link.


“Just bitching Ally… Of all the places in the to get a message from my father… years after he died... It had to originate here.” Vanji grumbled as she strode toward the shabby starport concourse.


Vanjielle Aeon, heir and majority owner of the mega corporation Angel Cyberdynamics walked with the easy grace of the highly trained, striding unafraid down to the concourse, her augmentation package was beyond the scope of anyone who would be loitering for an easy mark.


**There have been 437 attempted hacks and breaches since we’ve landed, I’ve spoofed and rerouted the attempts into a cascading series of recursive traps… Amateurs! I’ve informed the central AI that one Captain Whimsy Aristocrat of the Golden Dragon Mercenary company is in port for a client meeting. ** Aleph huffed with electronic indignity.


“Nicely done Ally and you used Morgan’s company credentials I see. Well we DID hire him after all.”


**We should be using him now, coming here alone is not a good idea**


“This is family business, the messages Sparks uncovered on that station were using encryption keys and tags that only my father used.”


**And Lin isn’t family?**


“You know better, but she needs to recover and she’d hit this place like an avenging angel and probably will, sooner than later. We need information.” Vanji muttered with frown as she looked at the trash and debris leading to the customs station.


Her AI laughed softly in her mind, **Suck it up princess… You’re a big bad mercenary right now. **


Vanji mentally stuck her tongue out at her AI companion as she looked down at the greasy blue skinned male humanoid manning the customs desk.


The customs officer leered as his eyes crawled over Vanji’s curvaceous body. “Purpose of visit and anything to declare?” the officer drawled out.


“Business… Nothing…” Vanji replied flatly.


The officer smirked, “You’ll need to submit to a strip search.”


Vanji’s eyes narrowed dangerously as her hand blurred to press the muzzle of her auto-blaster against the forehead of the very surprised customs officer, “I think not… Care to rephrase that?”


The officer’s eyes bulged as he quivered in his chair, “Ummm… You’re cleared? Have a nice day?”


Vanji smirked as she holstered the weapon as fast as she drew it, “Correct answer..”


Now that the Solian Data Crystal is safety aboard Deep Space Station Arcturus, it’s time for the science and engineering teams to get to work on decrypting the data on the crystal - which is no small feat. Each team is working around the clock to the unlock the secrets of the crystal and Nova Team’s own Lt Cmdr Steele (yellow) & Lt Cmdr Marshall (white) are heading up the project.


While being extremely dense, allowing vast amounts of highly complex data to be stored on the them, the crystal also offers some of the most secure encryption algorithms available today. However, Steele and Marshall get a glimmer of hope when the station's computers start to tear down the digital walls of the encryption, one layer at a time...


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For those who are interested, unfortunately I am unable to sell the Nova Team minifigures or designs due to the use of the "Classic Space" logo which is owned and trademarked by The LEGO Group. My custom designed figures and use of the official "Classic Space" logo is for personal use only in my MOCs and photography. By the same token, I will not give away the design files and source material either. Thank you for understanding! Trust me, if I could legally sell these, I would.

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