"Mamba in the Video Van outside your place, Sent by Jimekus at Cybergates. We need you there now to unload everything".
That was what we agreed the Web2Txt to Brent and Sally would say.
I got out of the van to run to Cybergates, when, "POW!" there was Brent, dressed like Spiderman, clinging to the side of the van and cursing awkwardly about his gear. And so the universe blinked when fate stepped in. Otherwise I knew I could command attendance with just a click and a password, thereby validating my new theory that money is time over information.
Mamba agreed.
As I write this, I think a storm outside is brewing. Was that eerie wind whistle only a locomotive leaving Newmarket Station? Silly me for getting that sound wrong. Maybe it was the music in the background or was it the dagger through Hurricane Heta which killed one and shattered the island of Nuie. I'm apprehensive about the little known effects of a precedent to this storm.
A weatherman would call what happened between the time of the storm and my earlier recorded weather patterns a scary teleconnection spanning a third of Earth circumference from the North Pole all the way to the South Pacific. So scary that I took stock of the vulnerability of me in New Zealand a little to the south.
Whatever the case I'm going to sleep to escape these damned mosquitos.
* * * *
The Reclusive don't like laptops as my latest computer attests, with a Shuttle and flat LCD screen. It is great for fitting into a four foot robo dock. When I brought it home at Christmas I was googling for its future wheels. In this list my eye caught an eight wheeled thingy on a leash that could possibly be used. This was a link to the full text of Neuromancer which sure brought back memories when I flicked the book up onto my reader. When Reader got to Gibson's description of Cheap Hotel a vague analogy stirred in my mind connecting my video van in the garage and an earlier street side video wall daydream of mine.
Strands of my Résumé
William Gibson said in the Philly Inq on 20/02/2004, "When you write a science-fiction novel set in some sort of recognizable future, as soon as you finish it you have the dubious pleasure of watching it acquire a patina of quaint technological obsolescence. For instance, there are no cell phones in Neuromancer. I couldn't have foreseen them. It would have seemed corny, like Dick Tracy wrist radios."
 Cell
Phone Is The Most Hated Invention |
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from the seattle-police-car-572-hates-turn-signals dept.
Romeo Elias Cabrera writes "The most hated invention in America -although also one of the most used- is the cell phone, according to a recent survey. The Lemelson-MIT Invention Index, an annual survey by the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, found that among adults asked what invention they hate most but can't live without, 30 percent said the cell phone."
"Why", I suggest, "we went astray from Gibson's unrealized
technology, was because my field failed to speak loud enough in favor
of mind uploading; - that, our
rigidly enforced globalisation and
Moore's
law. Though
Gibson's novels inspired me to
action and goals which I am not yet ready to abandon, they still lead
me
into all manner of cyber-this and cyber-that type projects." And you
can quote me on the fact that I suffer fools because of a rare
Euclidean brain condition brought on by these manifolds of geometric
inversion.
To be sure, the concept of Cheap Hotel was Gibson's answer to
the cell phone as a "must have" for every cyberpunk to go to to jack
into. Today such a Cheap Hotel might only be commercially successful
here in New Zealand as a tourist attraction for alpha-geeks; loving
Gibson's innovational early work all the same today as if it were
twenty years ago. But I wonder if we
all
have settled for "less is less" with low powered portables that still
don't shine in sunlight?
Therefore, even though the science fiction did not live up to science fact, the fact is that technology has advanced us once again to a point where we might reconsider a high powered "go-anywhere" wearable room, sculpted around an assisted lifter. All this to where the rubber meets the road could be ours now instead of more and more obsolete wearable phones cluttering and weighing down the body.
* * * *Saturday morning sees me chasing flies and there seems to be a lot
of them. I'm having no dammed luck reducing their number. Around
mid-day I got regrettably stirred into protecting myself against an
attack by a large bumblebee by hitting it with the loose wooden cover
that normally slides into my toolbox. Not only did the half square foot
rectangular piece of plywood dispatch the bee, it was later useful in
knocking out flies that I couldn't catch by hand. I figured they just
couldn't see it coming and didn't know which way to turn. Weather
blinded, because www.webearth.org was taken down ten days ago, I grimly
felt
that this was a portent of what could happen to my exposed roof-top
dwelling if it were subjected to an overwhelming force of nature. It
didn't feel good to be right sixteen hours later in such a freak storm
that my room was lifted and shaken like a rat caught in a terrier. The
old fibrolite cladding came off in chunks and the daylight revealed
much
that was rotten.
If you knew me better you might be asking why I didn't used my
psychic powers to ward off danger. My answer to that, "is not
consciously; I didn't". I'm now so used to my remote influencing
ability that it's second nature for me to project into an
inverse
reality, orthogonally. A better question is, "Did it work". An answer
in one respect is, "no it didn't". I do realize that this storm may be
the precipitating cause that forces me to move out of here; damaged and
diminished but still alive; a hermit who, with any luck, won't have to
handle
builders and inspectors traipsing all over the place.
The major damage from the storm
wasn't in
Auckland but farther towards the antarctic where the absolutely unusual
weather collided with a tropical stream. It was this greater damage
that I would have been trying subconsciously to deflect and my heart
goes out to the smacked down survivors caught in the worst of the
flood. If over the horizon weather modification was to blame for the
freakish weather which set off car alarms all around me then I want the
survivors to believe I was only defending myself and wasn't the
instigator. But I'm in a sorry state nonetheless for that and an
earlier
remote viewing, via my homepage; of seeing daughter Sally's car being
swept up as she traveled through the flood. She and the band had to
detour for seven hours around the flood getting home from the David
Bowie concert. Their later first hand descriptions were gruesome of
horses dying in the water and sodden cows on grassy knolls with
tractors hauling survivors in wagons; helicopters everywhere.
Monday comes around and, thinking rapidly once again outside the small box of my life, I deduce that when the rot was cut out and new timber used then a complete platform covering the bottom of the damaged window and all the rot back to the door could be built to serve as a loading dock entrance for Gibson's Cheap Hotel pods as well as eco-lodge rack mounted facilities. This is because a gondola to this platform would be in a straight line to the road. Moreover, the entire length of the "V" alongside my room frees up a lot of tiles; invaluable as replacement for scores of other leaking and broken tiles. It's also the cheapest construction because no finishing in the attic needs be done and has the least impact on the lives of the current occupants. This works from the outside in.. The pods don't need windows other than video screens. It also saves an internal staircase to start with as the entrance would be by conveyor/ elevator at the end of the path.
Why? Only just yesterday, before the storm - mind you, I noticed the second story "For Rent" sign of the old Terrabyte office; just across the Broadway from my window. I thought then about how portable I've become and may never need office space again. On second thought, maybe I could interest them in paying me to move in there instead. Me paying them! The thought even then was that their return should be enough if they get kudos from simply being involved in the production of the stage performance called "Hey, Ingrid D.J.". Doubly so now, because of the storm damage and my fears for the safety of my room, that idea has combined with Cheap Hotel.
Tuesday, I start costing Cheap Hotel - as
in a tourist attraction based on William
Gibson's Neuromancer.
http://www.lib.ru/GIBSON/neuromancer.txt
I envisage ordering plans for ten 3
meter long ergonomic rubber worms sculpted inside for the advantage of
a
human
occupant. They must be flexible and
covered in kevlar and velcro or such
like in order that a compressed air
ropeway can take them reversibly through
60 meters of inflatable tunnel which
rises to the third floor attic. For this I set up a personal bank
account in the name of Cheap Hotel at the BNZ in Newmarket A/c 020192
0021112-00 and linked Paypal donations to my email
address.
income@ihug.co.nz
Do it yourself Black Mold Test Kit
Maybe someone kindly pays $US85 to Mold Products
and Services with ar Visa, Master Card, American
Express Card or Discover Card by logging in to their Paypal account. Send
small donations to either me (income@ihug.co.nz) and/or request
anonymity or maybe directly and in full just for this test kit to
moldinspector@yahoo.com. Non members
can easily sign-up at the Paypal website. Please email me for the delivery
address. Donations are not tax detuctable and my own $100 donation will
probably disappear in bank fees. Rest assured that any surpluses
will go to other charities via this public purse.
Cheap Hotel
| Date | Description | Memo | Category | Amount |
| BALANCE 31/12/03 | 0 | |||
| 16/02/2004 | Opening Balance | [CheapHotel] | 0 | |
| 16/02/2004 | Very Local FM Transmitter | $US75 - get neighborhood on side | Cam/todo:kumar | 0 |
| 16/02/2004 | Steve Chester - Freedom Air | #1alpha-geek | Email/todo | 0 |
| 17/02/2004 | Dick Smith | SubWoofer power Cord | Testing/mamba:done | -10 |
| 18/02/2004 | (09) 272-7707 ROYAL WOLF TRADING | portaloo - Peter Elliot | --Split-- | 0 |
| 18/02/2004 | 336x014x3 in der - need a building inspector |
data cable | /cell:done | 0 |
| 19/02/2004 | 0800836262 Ministry xx Housing New Zeala | Amanda Binns PR | --Split-- | 0 |
| 19/02/2004 | http://a-flextechnology.co.nz/contact.ht | see note today - inflatables | --Split-- | 0 |
| 20/02/2004 | MJL Donation | [0211468500] | 100 | |
| 23/02/2004 | 5780206 Lydia Housing NZ-
Wesley taken over |
re 19/2 10:29 | --Split-- | 0 |
| TOTAL 1/01/04 - 23/02/04 | invited by voicemail the Privacy Commisioner to review this page. |
/Clara:done |
90 | |
| BALANCE 29/02/04 | 90 | |||
| http://brice-metals.straightsell.net/Request%20Information.phtml
get back to me with a price for 90 feet of RSJ suitable for straddling
the back of the house from which everything gets hung. |
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| 28/02/04 |
Boringly, I struggled from day to day being
battered by two large storms crashing
headlong
into each other while I sat huddled on the couch covered by a yellow
bedspread over me with my flat screen on the floor where the brake is
on a car. Presto the design of my Cheap Hotel pods took shape built
from a strong foot plate on a $30 hacked escooter and painted to look like a robot. Below the throttle, on the rampant handlebar, the four foot high motorized Auto D.J. is shielded by curved coroplast fairing. All the components combined to weigh less than a small adolescent minus any coverings extending from the top to cover the couch potato who glances down once in a while. |
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| 10/3/04 | LETTER TO MY BROTHER Hi Ted, I'd like to open relevant parts of my diary, including my birthday email to you, to the banking ombudsman. I did not see my intention expressed in my one and only voicemail to the BNZ as being a security risk nor, I believe, would any reasonable person; except maybe next door neighbor Victor, a biased globalist computer vendor, who said banks see everything as a threat. The case presents no cause for a bank account cancellation and demands an apology. Unfortunately I can no longer directly approach the bank in question because I know that the bank officer lied to his manager by denying his wish to test a Paypal transaction. I could decide otherwise based on whether a letter from one brother to another for a 65th birthday frankly depicts the situation or not. So far the advice from John is that the BNZ discovered who I am and are taking continuing revenge against me personally for linking my CV for seven years to the Opal File. This afternoon a policeman on duty next door said he thought my question genuine and would find advice on how to lift my robot if they knew of it. He suggested I contact a lawyer. After I spoke to them I cold called the manager of the Auckland Savings Bank opposite the BNZ who suggested I speak to The Banking Ombudsman. The Banking Ombudsman listened to the whole story and said to put it in an email. The problem is that I can't easily paraphrase what I've already told you and so I thought the text should remain in context and not be rewritten for another purpose and thus retain its authenticity unedited. I presume this will get closer to the bottom of the story. I am calling a lawyer friend in 17 minutes and I would dearly like your comments. Jim > No problem. Ted PREVIOUS LETTER TO MY BROTHER Happy Birthday, Ted.
Here is attached a photo collage of "Case", the name I gave it. Please accept it as the birthday gift I wanted to make for you. The first field test was to the gig that Sally's Brent's psychobilly band played last Thursday. That went well and Case scooted around with great fanfare. The only mar of the evening was when the drunken lead singer of the support band who had been whispering about Case all night long with his cronies came up and looked at me trying to move closer to the stage and then looked at my keyboard on the chair and then at me again and then kicked my keyboard to the floor and stepped on it while apologizing in the same movement. Nearly immediately I discovered the keyboard was broken and as I was acting as doorman I deducted the $25 cost of a new keyboard from that guys takings. What a palaver ensued. The photo collage, immediately below, was made for sending out to firms seeking urgent assistance to create a lifter to get Case back up into my room because I couldn't do it myself. It wasn't the 30 kg weight that stopped me but the very narrow and steep stairs to my loft. I eventually got it back up with a crude home made block and tackle and then spent days thinking about the lifter problem. I must have rung dozens of firms and late yesterday afternoon I made a call to the friendly bank officer at the BNZ who had set up the Cheap Hotel account. At the time he was keen to establish the Paypal link and, to see how it all worked, he vowed to make a transaction into the account when he returned from his holiday. In the call to his voicemail, I explained where I was at and tried to describe the very fine block and tackle that I needed by describing by way of an analogy those movies we have all seen in which the burglars are traversing the ceiling of the bank vault on very fine wires. This sort of pulley system, I told him, was what I needed. I even humorously suggested that he might inquire of his security people what sort of equipment the burglars used. Before I made the call I had no idea how badly this question would be received. This morning I got a call from some head of security saying my question was totally inappropriate to ask of a bank officer and because of that they were canceling my bank account. Such pettiness, I thought. What dastardly conspiracy is being brewed against me by this banker domination of a powerful secret society that may well date back to the Germanic occultism of the Bavarian Illuminati. Let me explain that years ago I caused this bank's corrupt ownership to flee the country when I widely disseminated the Opal File - A secret history of Australia and New Zealand http://www.netti.fi/%7Emakako/mind/opal.txt So, spurning my enemies with a few mouse clicks, I transferred the Cheap Hotel account to my own bank and flushed the BNZ to the waste system of my mind. After all, I see them as only providing a web page of my transactions. In their minds however the godliness to which they perceive themselves as sacrosanct bankers seems very real. That's being kind. Before the bank's call this morning, I had been hitting the phone and discovered what I needed was 2 mm (260 Kg limit) superbraid and tiny triple 16 mm (2000 kg) pulley sets that they use on yachts. The whole block and tackle system fits into my pocket. To make it work I need to make a drum to fit the back wheel so the superbraid doesn't tangle with the drive belt. My idea is to use the throttle to wind the superbraid onto the back wheel as it goes up the stairs and use the brake to unwind it when it goes downstairs. Interestingly, Cheap Hotel is now being morphed into being a place for Case, et al., and not humans. Best wishes, Jim 
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| TOTAL INFLOWS | Case is
the
first robotic implementation to carry The Ingrid Freeware World, onto the street. My priceless
multi-dimensional software blog, integrates (1) an
Online / Session / Presence Manager, (2)
a Screen Reader / Text
Manipulator, (3) a BPM
based AutoDJ, (4) a visual 3D
chess game and story teller. (5)
all on top
a
multi-monitor 2D-3D animated graphics screensaver based Social Network powered by PCA
feature vectors
with an error recovery and
registration email client providing inbuilt HTML, XML, Print Preview,
Encryption, Compression, FTP and HTTP facilities. ~100,000 lines. |
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| TOTAL OUTFLOWS | The reason
my freeware exists is inferred by my observations of capitalists who
perpetrate the "time is money" propaganda.
Actually, working on Ingrid taught me that the algebra of money is time
over information. My hope is to live without capitalism and build my
new world once again; banking on information this time over money "and
an anthing box". Hello Nanotechnology, Bye, Bye Money!
Thank Google! |
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| CHEAP HOTEL - DAY CARE CENTER FOR ROBOTS |
| 26/02/04 | FEE | B/P ESTABLISH FEE | INTERNET | -0.5 | ||
| 27/02/04 | FEE | MONTHLY BANK FEE | -5 | |||
| 8/03/04 | S | 2745112 Custom Conveyors - Watson | pulleys SAECO 2744596 SKS 2738513 | --SPLIT-- | 0 | |
| 9/03/04 | BP | Closed Account BNZ Are Too Uptight | M J Legg transfer | [748950] | -84 | |
| 22/03/04 | DC | LEGG M J | Jim Legg Transfer Bank Fee | [748950] | 6 | |
| 31/03/04 | FEE | MONTHLY BANK FEE | -4.1 | |||
At 18:33 2004-04-03 +1200, you wrote: Corbans warehouse hit by fire <http://onenews.nzoom.com/onenews_detail/0,1227,265217-1-7,00.html> E. J. (Ted) Legg wrote: Interesting. Imagine you remembering about Bob's letter after all these years!! Ted At 12:34 2004-04-04 +1200, you wrote: I can't remember the words but some detail like a picture in the paper of you smiling and Mary holding the letter and pointing up to the beam where it was found. Did you keep any newspaper clippings of the mystery? After Dad died I found some of his scribblings that Mum hadn't burnt and for me they shed quite a different light on the subject. Where to begin? I don't know. E. J. (Ted) Legg wrote: Yes and No. No, I don't have the newspaper clippings themselves. Mum had said that she wanted to keep them. Did she burn lots of stuff? But Yes, I have a photocopy of them. In addition, I have been waiting for the both the Toronto Star and the Kingston Whig to get their archives digitized. Once that happens, I'll be able to get a more permanent copy. The photocopies is VERY old; VERY faded; and I do not want to open them up (disturb them) too much unless absolutely necessary. PS: There is a company here in Canada that has taken on the task of digitizing all of Canada's old newspapers. It's a big, long job. PPS: The photocopies that I have are not like the modern day photocopy. This is old, glossy, sticky type paper that has turned to an aged, sepia type color. Ted |
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I received from the BNZ what was in
my opinion a contradictory response and the matter slipped for a time
into the twilight zone. Their letter acknowledged the situation but not
that the account was closing or staying open. But open it stays and the
Bank Ombudsman is happy that the BNZ backed down. Though it is obvious that they have read this web journal, they didn't recognize my position or see the need to state, as I have asked, that there was nothing wrong done on my part that justifies any reason for the account to be held in such limbo. The account can only work with this understanding, and unless freed from this tortuous single sided set of conditions, my opinion will remain, to coin a phrase, that the gravy trains of the people involved at the BNZ depend on their not understanding. |
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23/04/04 Hi Ted, I know you don't want to disturb them (the photocopies of Bob's letter) but could you tell me if you can transcribe (re-type or edit) anything visible into an email and send it to me. With many sources of information, I am writing a story that includes its December 1938 King George Canadian stamp, the Pope (when he worked for I.G. Farben), the eugenics criminals at Shell (where Dad worked) and the worldwide Easter Island scenario known as Peak Oil. The genre is an Ingrid-based endless computer game/blog that unfolds into an autobiographically mixed fiction. E. J. (Ted) Legg wrote:
Jim, Bob's hand writing and Dad's hand writing was NOT (repeat NOT) the same. Also, I am upset that you would link Dad with Bob. I suggest that you stop this. Ted. |
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It's been four weeks now since the anniversary of Hauptman's execution when Bob's Letter resurfaced along with a suspicious electric fire that drove another nail into the Illuminati coffin. Read on to see how their bank-of-lies tried to close me out with a second Last Daughter Contact | |||||
| 06/05/04 |
I couldn't invent the world
which I wrote of in the last two links. It's all true. Sammy Cash and Mamba were with me when I hoisted Case up into the Video Van outside the Odeon on its first and only outing. Brent was there too and I drove them all home. He stressed he liked it that we were all still doing what we enjoyed. Happily, I am doing it no more with them. This chapter in my life ends with the one and only and hopefully final email from Sally indicating Brent thought otherwise and that I was being pushy in adding my stuff to the band which Brent's praise led me to believe. Based on that please judge for yourself Sally's response and deduce how the Illuminati are right now attempting to trigger a self destruct mechanism which they think they programmed in me. Unfortunately I was a dud. I saw through it all but still this has got to be their best shot. Sally wrote on 06/05/04 I did kinda feel sorry for you getting heavied at the studio, even though I knew that you'd bought it on yourself due to your lack of sensitivity to others environments, and desperate need to thrust your ideas on ininterested parties. However now I am just sickened by the way you involve me in your patheticly twisted attempt at making your life exciting by creating this constant web of lies. Either you know it, in which case your a shit stirrer, or you really believe it, in which case your very sick. I now realise why I dont bother reading your trashy emails and will not bother again. Get a fucken life you slanderous pig, just cos you might get off on thinking that Im some sex trade virgin prostitute, doesnt make it real, DAD. I never said that crap and it never happened. When are you gonna stop beleiving that I have no brain of my own? Im so bored of this bullshit, not to mention that Im extremely offended that you tell people this kind of low grade attention seeking melodrama fantasy. Ive just started to be able to tolerate your behaviour, putting it down to cheap entertainment, but leave me the fuck out of it, sicko. |
If you got thus far, think about reloading for any earlier withheld media, then understand that I'm working to password-protect this Cheap Hotel page and edit it to serve as a minimum background. To that end, if an open CHAT invitation exists to view the full ongoing web log [story] via my purposely-built Ingrid Game Engine, which you got from a Developer/User, and if you're not barred by a big f**k-off pair of steel boots, you'll get to see lots of classified information. For this preview the said viewer is the only client that even a Kofi Annan would feel safe spreading by word of mouth. Other than that shoot off an RSVP to me. Last Updated on 17/03/2004
By Jimekus
Email: income@ihug.co.nz
j.Maxwell Legg
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