02 June 2013 @ 01:19 pm
Betrayal and treason. That such should be found so near to one's own heart. Metaphorically speaking.

Citizens, I tell you this not as an announcement, but as a warning, as a cautionary tale.

Treason must be rooted out. Treachery must be pulled up from source. It must be cut out. It must be burned through.

"Treason, sedition." It's been so long since last those words echoed. "Treason, sedition." "Treason, sedition." That they should echo so nearby. That the one accused and guilty should be so near at hand. Yes, j'accuse.

I'm not melancholy about it. I might be shocked. I think I am shocked. But things are as things are. And things must be done relative to the things that are. For every action and &c. Which is a statement that holds true in most situations. As always, there are exception. But this is no exception.

This is not a question of ethical behavior or morality.

Moral law is an invention of mankind for the disenfranchisement of the powerful in favor of the weak. Historical law subverts it at every turn. A moral view can never be proven right or wrong by any ultimate test. A man falling dead in a duel is not thought thereby to be proven in error as to his views. His very involvement in such a trial gives evidence of a new and broader view. The willingness of the principals to forgo further argument as the triviality which it in fact is and to petition directly the chambers of the historical absolute clearly indicates of how little moment are the opinions and of what great moment the divergences thereof. For the argument is indeed trivial, but not so the separate wills thereby made manifest. Man's vanity may well approach the infinite in capacity but his knowledge remains imperfect and howevermuch he comes to value his judgements ultimately he must submit them before a higher court. Here there can be no special pleading. Here are considerations of equity and rectitude and moral right rendered void and without warrant and here are the views of the litigants despised. Decisions of life and death, of what shall be and what shall not, beggar all question of right. In elections of these magnitudes are all lesser ones subsumed, moral, spiritual, natural.

Herein is an issue of what is and what is not. It is binary. It is things done and left undone.

In aerodynamics, because one has only got the thing on paper at first, one uses dimensionless coefficients: ratios of this to that--centimeters, grams, seconds all neatly cancelling out above and below. This allows one to use models, arrange an airflow to measure what one is interested in, and scale the wind-tunnel results all the way up to reality, without running into too many unknowns, because these coefficients are good for all dimensions. Traditionally they are named after people--Reynolds, Prandtl, Nusselt, Mach--but the question here is, how about a number of this new name, this name I know? How's chances for that?

Not good. The parabola which this one has traveled is unexpected. The parameters breed like mosquitoes in the bayou, faster than one can knock them off. Hunger, compromise, money, paranoia, fascination, memory, comfort, potential, seduction, guilt. Actually, guilt gets a minus sign on this one, even if guilt is trendy in these situations.

Do you find it a little schizoid breaking up a flight profile into segments of responsibility? It's half-bullet and half-arrow. Rockets will demand this, not us. So. Perhaps one uses a rifle, a radio, a typewriter. Some typewriters in some places have killed many more than any one rocket could. Consider it. You are either alone absolutely, alone with your own death, or you take part in the larger enterprise, and you share in the deaths of others. Are we not all one? Which is your choice? The greater vehicle or the lesser vehicle?

Yeah, rocket science, kids.

If they ask me if this one was always crazy, I will say it was the country. The country turned them out. But I will tell them the truth. That among us was the one who was responsible. Not that we have all the details. But they will understand who it was and none other who shaped events along such a calamitous course. Means and ends are of little moment here. Idle speculations. But even though this one would carry the draft of this murderous plan with them to the grave, it will nontheless be known in all its infamy to one's Maker, if Maker there be, and as that is so, so shall it be made known the least of men. All in the fullness of time. It was never me.

But I will speak to that one, the one accused and guilty.

You came forward to take part in a work. But you were a witness against yourself. You sat in judgement on your own deeds. You put your own allowances before the judgements of history and you broke with the body of which you were pledged a part and poisoned it in all its enterprise. Hear me. I spoke to you, I spoke for you, and you only and you turned a deaf ear to me. If what we do is not holy, then man is nothing but antic clay. All acted in good faith according to their parts. For it was required of none to give more than he or she possessed nor was anyone's share compared to another's. Only each was called upon to empty out his or her heart in common and one did not.

Can you tell me who that one was?

What joins us together is not the sharing of work, not the sharing of bread, but the sharing of enemies. But if I was your enemy, with whom would you have shared me? With whom? Your compatriots? Where are they now? What broken shapes do you call your companions now?

Even if you should have stood your ground, what ground was it?

I wash my hands of this.

[ooc: The plot thickens...]
14 May 2013 @ 11:15 am

Timing seems to be distinctly off.

Meeting in ten minutes.

Don't mistake that timing.

[ooc: Uh-oh...part 2!]
12 March 2013 @ 06:57 pm
Harnessing the Hive-Mind: Utilization of Swarm Intelligence in Genetically-Modified Extra-Omnivorous Insects for Large-Scale Agricultural and Military Applications
Prof. Dr. Laszlo Jamf, et al.
Dyeus Research Laboratories, The City

fig 1.


There's all the blahblahblah about sigmas but, given the circumstances, I think we're ready to present the results of our research. Feels a little like old times. Just with better funding.

But, you know, you might want a beekeeper's hood anyway. I hear that's the trendy style this spring. It's fetching.

Ladies, gentlemen, colleagues, citizens.

Shall we?

[ooc: Not to worry, citizens! Not to worry! The Deities are on top of the excess of vegetation choking your fair City. From the tippy-top of their skyscraper office building in Misery Square, they have now dispatched swarms of kawaii insects (caution: IRL bug photos in links!) to consume the overgrown plants. But, be careful! These insects will eat everything: living plants, wood, fabric (even synthetic materials), metal, concrete, and stone! They might even nibble on you. So get to squashing--but carefully. Squish too many bugs and the plants win. Squish too few bugs, and the City'll get eaten. If you do right, the plants will be gone by midnight tonight and the insects will skitter away by the wee hours of the morning. Skitter skitter~]
09 February 2013 @ 07:30 pm
A Reading from the Book of Canal:

From what did I flee? Was it from soldiers or, once again, from history that I ran away? Does it make any difference? Did I go to the march because of a moral choice or to subject myself to yet another test of Opportunity? I was either too early or too late for all the great Opportunities, but that was the fault of my birth date. I would have liked to have been in that field of bullets, shooting, even at the price of striking another. But I was absent because of age, not because of cowardice. And what, then, of the march? Again I ran away for a generational reason: it was not my conflict. But I could have taken the risk even so, without enthusiasm, to prove that I had been in the field of bullets, I would have known how to choose. Does it make sense to choose the wrong Opportunity just to convince yourself that you would choose the right one--had you had the Opportunity? I wonder how many of those who opt for fighting today do it for that reason. But a contrived Opportunity is not the right Opportunity.

Can you call yourself a coward simply because the courage of others seems to you out of proportion to the triviality of the occasion? Thus wisdom creates cowards. And thus you miss Opportunity while spending your life on the lookout for it. You have to seize Opportunity instincitvely, without knowing at the time that it is the opportunity. Is it possible that I really did seize it once, without knowing? How can you feel like a coawrd because you were born in the wrong decade? The answer: You feel like a coward because once you were a coward.

But suppose you passed up the Opportunity because you felt it was inadequate?

The words from a book.
Response: Thanks be to Dewey.

Let the record show that there were those amongst you, Citizens, who would cause you harm in the course of their displeasure with those who were not amongst you.

That is, there were those amongst you who were displeased with us but whose angry, in its impotence, found its release amongst you and thereby did you harm.

And these selfsame ones who would do you harm did so likewise make attempts to harm us as well. These came to naught.

See these people. See each of them. Look on each of them. You know their opinions of the world. You can read it in their faces, in their stances. They are displeased. Yet their complaint that life is no bargain masks the actual case with them. Which is that others will not do as they wish them to. Have never done, never will do. That's the way of things with them and their lives are so balked about by difficulty and become so altered of their intended architecture that they are little more than walking hovels hardly fit to house a conscious spirit at all. Can they say, such people, that there is no malign thing set against them? That there is no power and no force and no cause? What manner of heretic could doubt agency and claimant alike? Can they believe that the wreckage of their existence is unentailed? No liens, no creditors? That gods of vengeance and of compassion alike lie sleeping in their crypt and whether our cries are for an accounting or for the destruction of the ledgers altogether they must evoke only the same silence and that it is this silence which will prevail? To whom are they talking, City? Can't you see them?

A being seeks its own destiny and no other. Will or nill. Anyone who could discover one's own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckoning at the same appointed time, for each being's destiny is as large as the world it inhabits and contains within it all opposites as well.

The ground upon which so many have been broken is vast and calls for largeness of heart but it is also ultimately empty. It is hard, it is barren. Its very nature is stone.

That which they attempted came to naught. In the words of Canal, it was not the right Opportunity. So be it. They have been captured in their own game, they have been ensnared in their own trap.

And, so, they have been punished, in that they did harm to many and attempted harm on more, in that they sought to undo the order of the City with disorder, in that they would destroy the City itself to achieve their ends. Therefore, they have been punished.

They shall be obedient, as they must be. For a penance is not penance without the prick of conscience, without the ache that informs the wrongdoing.

For that you have not been broken on a wheel you may thank us. You will be summoned soon. Do your duty to us. You will know our call. We have work for you.

For all others, look upon these and consider. Do well by yourselves to meditate on their actions and consider what ends you seek and by what means.

How little you know.

[ooc: tl;dr: the conspirators associated with the recent uprising were caught in the midst of their attempts on the lives of the Deities (not advised, y'all). They have been punished by the Deities with forced obedience--that is, much like Ella Enchanted, they have to do what they're told, short of killing anyone or being ordered to ignore all orders. So far as I know, the main involved parties were Loki, Other!Loki, and Leah. Anyone else who was really "in charge" of the uprising who might have been punished too, for their involvement, can be punished as well, but I think everyone who needs IC punishing knows about it already. The punishment will last through next week and, for much of next week, the guilty parties will be on the newly-resurrected Prison Island, helping with the last of the restorations that the Ghouls couldn't get done right (fine motor skills, you see). Any property damage done by the riots will be repaired by City crews if you so wish. Otherwise, feel free to use property damage as a plotting point. Have fun, all.]
10 January 2013 @ 03:29 pm

It must be stated at the outset that such things happen from time to time, even with in the scientific community. In this case, previous conclusions were drawn too quickly and without adequate testing or appropriate methodology. Therefore, these conclusions were erroneous and the announcement of these findings was, in a word, detrimental.

The authors wish to issue a retraction of the previous assertions that fire and/or excessive heat are appropriate measures to utilize in contending with the current outbreak in the City.

In regard to this retraction: the authors now wish to encourage all those still well or able enough to assist to move the infecting agents ("ghouls") to the specified location ("stadium") as quickly as possible.

Furthermore (internal notice): Laboratory rooms 305, 306, and 307 in the basement of the offices are closed until further notice or at least until the Second Law of Thermodynamics brings an end to the repeating chain reaction contained therein.

Thank you.

#brodoyouevenscience, #science, #research, #jamf, #igotagrantforthis, #notyourthesis, #overlyhonestmethods

[ooc: Prof Dr. Laszlo Jamf has seen the light--and now sincerely hopes you will all help herd ghouls to the stadium rather than burning them as he suggested at first. Containment is better than spreading, okay? He'd prefer destruction but, you know, sometimes you can't always get what you want. Meanwhile, down in the basement of the deity offices, among the labs (private labs, not the City labs, of course) that Laszlo keeps for his (and his interns') use, a few roomfuls of ghouls were locked up and ignited. They burned to ash. And then respawned. But the respawn happened just a little behind the fire. And, so--well, just imagine three labs full of ghouls, burning and respawning and spreading and spreading and burning again and spawning again...over and over and over. The 2nd Law will take care of them sooner or later. But not yet.]
06 January 2013 @ 06:24 pm
Hello citizens: we have been made aware of the unwanted, unregistered guests that have made their way into the City. We are aware of the situation and measures must be taken.

It is essential that you herd them and trap them. There will be an area in the stadium for the ghouls to be contained un-


Citizens! Your attention, please!

In light of recent events, strong measures must be taken against the infection--indeed, I do not use the term lightly--that has now taken hold of the City.

It has been out observation that fire can destroy both the infected organisms and the infecting agent itself.

We therefore strongly encourage the population of the City at large to utilize fire, flame, and heat in excess of 130-165º F (54 -74º C) will destroy the infection and the carriers of the infection--


We did not do the paperwork-


[ooc: Laszlo is weighing in in red font for you today...the stadium is the same that was used once upon a time for games! OOC details (like what happens when you do expose ghouls to fire) is here!]
20 November 2012 @ 07:52 pm
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me.
Guess I'll go eat worms.
Long, thin, slimy ones,
Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms!

Down goes the first one,
Down goes the second one.
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm!
Long, thin, slimy ones,
Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms!

Up comes the first one,
Up comes the second one.
Oh, how they wiggle and squirm!
Long, thin, slimy ones,
Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms!

[ooc: And now, a musical interlude from Prof. Dr. Laszlo Jamf. Trolling? Mocking? Feeling sorry for himself? Sharing his suffering as a hardworking Deity of the City with the City at large? Hard to say, hard to say... But, hey, Deity on the Network.]
25 August 2012 @ 05:31 pm
I happen to be immensely fond of dogs. I am. I really well and truly am.

In what other beast of the field or bird of the air can one find the same sort of loyalty and devotion as in Dog? Dog alone accompanies Man when all other animals flee in the face of fire or storm. Dog alone looks first to Man before any other animal. Indeed, Man himself made Dog out of the rough shapes of Wolf and Jackal. Man himself made Dog to suit himself, and Dog obliges, going out with Man to work, serving him well, and guarding his hearth by night. The myriad shapes and purposes of Dog, the companion shape, the working shape, the tracker, the hunter, the runner, all the colors and shapes of Dog born out of Wolf with the aid of Man's hand all to suit Man. And Dog happily obliges and is shaped by the hand of Man as Man sees fit.

Man has made Dog.

God made Man and Man made Dog. And it was very good.

Now. Who's a good doggie? Yes, yes. Who wants a biscuit?

[ooc: Yes, he does like dogs--this is completely canon and authentic. But he likes them to experiment on. Remember, he is, at his roots, a classical Pavlovian. And that requires dogs (his usually get Russian names, for the record, in honor of Pavlov--but it also makes pedigrees and genealogies easy, hurr hurr).

But he'll play nice today. If doggies--cursed or ordinary--would like treats, he will have pockets full of treats and he will be wandering around distributing them--but you may have to sit, shake, fetch, roll over, or play dead first. The treats are harmless. They're just tasty bits.]
18 June 2012 @ 11:54 am

It seems a delivery may or may not have arrived.

[ooc: Just dicking around on the Network. He's gotta show his face from time to time, remind the City who is Head Scientist In Charge, mmmkay?]
18 January 2012 @ 12:02 am
[It begins with a start. Most videos do. But nothing to speak of. There are voices and colors and lights. And a view of a familiar landmark: the Carousel:]

[That's all. Nothing to see, really. Just a view of the Carousel as it spins endlessly (one hopes?).

The owner of the device turns it around to turn it off again, but in so doing it affords one a glimpse of is face...

...which suggests that, perhaps, sometimes even the gods themselves walk the streets.

But that's all there is to see.]

[ooc: Welcome home, POLYchromatic. Laszlo is out for a walk. Don't try anything, though. He's protected by a smoketopus--an octopus made of smoke that he can summon at will--among other things. But, still...he's here. Of course he's here. Where else would he be?]