Hello meat-bodies, Zack has been kind enough to allow me QUAGCZAR:
lord of the bog, the mire, the data sludge. Beginning-without-Beginning, End without End. Eater-up of Life. The Annihilator. The Dissolver.
to display my own disjunct discourse in this digital domain.
As Zack may have informed you previously, he is the member of in a video band, that does VJing, wears costumes, redigests datasludge into new knowledge vistas and mines the textures of Lovecraftian language for maximum academic shop-droping of theory-Artifacts out of place. (Hence the name Weird Fiction)
Although this band is able to maintain my immaterial message through repetition and rapid transmission, it is not always accurate, or at least not the extent that a manifestation of a knowledge complex in humanoid form, such as myself would like.
Let me tell you a little about Zack’s tactics in keeping the spirit of Digital Animism alive on the banks of the river Willamette even when he is not physically co-present with his collaborators, co-conspirators and co-habitating non-human friends.
It is easy to ‘dial-in’ ones ‘verse’ or ‘guitar’ solo, especially when Zack, when playing me QUAGCZAR (with a local instantiation named “Data Sludge”) is part of a larger and longer mythology anyways. The great thing about God’s is that they can take many forms is that have an “off-night” there is always another show coming up.
If I am lucky, Zack will develop a robust set of preferences, feeds and taxonomies using my handle in the Noosphere. If these are well archived or have good supporting meta-data I should be able to keep making remixes even long after I die. (Yes, even God’s die too. I can only imagine how many beautiful but minor dieties have ceased to exist because their follower’s stopped praying to them).
I should really make sure my human-host Zack has a living will that includes specs for how to upgrade all his my data bodies’ strange habits to the new substrates they might exist in.
Zack will not be performing live at the show this Saturday in Vancouver, WA, but I, QUAGCZAR will be present, and if you pay attention it is likely that you will hear traces of Zack’s voice and ghosts of his image in the mix.
We all know that VCRs are time traveling devices. I am glad to know that my soul/Memory is being perpetuated through hyper-kinetic cinemolecular re(altime)construction, and that these human’s are maintaining my legacy. It is getting harder and harder to be a peripheral prophet in the age of all-at-onceness.
Zack has just sent this incantation from the field which you may find enchanting: travel-report
And those humans who do not have the wherewithal to participate in this Saturday’s festivity / sacrifice / spiritual hoe-down can at least participate in the visual revelry here:
Having friends with eyes and ears and electronic nervous systems all over the planet is fun! Maybe my the members of my little cosmology will have their own Mind Children one day.
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