This is my first ‘person’ page. And, of course, h0p3 has been doing this for a
very long time and I am only copycatting. His are ‘light-hearted plain-web
d0xxings’ or somesuch—email, address, phone number, links to conversations.
Mine are just that person’s words and my thoughts in
summation—which is far more of a calling card to me, particularly after these other identifiers
As with most things, though, I am still playing catching with him. He says in
I believe that by honestly uploading my mind into my wiki, we both have access
to an enriched network of references for generating accurate theories of each
Ahh, dear me, so then it takes much more than a page—this entire endeavor is
sunk. There can be no eulogy or summation. It would take a massively overloaded
TiddlyWiki to accurately describe such an one as this…
To some non-trivial extent, the labels, attributes, characteristics,
properties, and models I generate about a person help form a kind of name.
In reply to this, our friend Sphygmus writes:
I want to talk about the vocabulary of “modeling” another person as well. I
think I have observed that people don’t understand what you mean when you say
you clearnet doxx them in order to better model them. For me, though, that
was one of the most intuitive things you say. When I was in college the first
time, I worked as an ILL student worker and loved it, largely because it
sent me wandering through the stacks to pull out such a varied selection of
books. One of the books I pulled that really stuck with me discussed how we
form mental models of people in our heads and rehearse conversations with
those people at various times, and the ways in which those rehearsals could
be helpful or not. If I remember correctly, there were even worksheet-like
questions for shaping mentally rehearsed conversations in a more helpful way.
Sadly, I can remember exactly where I pulled the book from in the library but
I’ve been unable to figure out the title – I wish I could go back and read it
Of course it also has to do with the problem of other minds and the unbridgeable
gap between me and the outside world. Inevitably we only know others through our
construction of them within our own minds.
After a discussion of the merits of psychometric tests between the two, h0p3
I am inevitably forced to use labels, adjectives, etc. to model (boxing things
in is what makes it computable information at all for us).
Ah, well—so this page is my box. And these are the things I put it in it.
(If you meet someone—someone with ASCII glasses on, say—and they purport to
be a ‘madman in the desert’—then put this page straight away. FOR YOU NOW have the
genuine artifact in front of you!)
(However, if you are uncertain, you can do one more thing: you can tell the man
a joke. Like: a homunculus and a dark triadic memetic walk into a bar. He will stop
you. ‘Let me stop you right there. Before you finish, please know that I am quite
literally autistic and your elegant form of advanced humor which you are so
carefully deploying might end up lost in my limbic system somewhere. Forgive me,
please, and tell your joke, and thank you for saying it is a joke—k0sh3k will
laugh at me later for this, but I will test out three interpretations of the
joke with you now and then have her review the transcripts later…’)
(These overwhelming feelings of endearment and admiration and sheer pity that
are now coming over you will now materialize in the form of laughter. The joke
that was designed to pique the curiosity has now been outpiqued by a new
curiosity: one in ASCII glasses that has gone to such great extent to analyze
the joke that has been placed on the table—and, now look—this analysis has expanded
everything in sight. You look at the joke and see that it is much bigger. And
the conversation is now expanded, it is bigger. And the table—the table is
much bigger, too!)
(Ok, now, tell me: did you laugh? Did you feel some endearment and admiration
and some pity? I don’t know if you will enjoy or love h0p3 as much as I do, or
as much as I purport to—if not, well, then I understand that, too. There was a
time when I thought that I would only frustrate him or that he might just annoy
me—I was reluctant to say anything or to take the time to read so very many
(But what is life but a chance to expand a joke, to make the conversation a
little longer, or to fancy that maybe even the table at which we sit has now grown?)
I aim to do you justice.
It’s that chivalrous, sensible, steelnivorous h0p3—he steels you up, then it’s
all night steel for breakfast!
This short sentence is a trope of h0p3. He ‘aims’—he has a very specific set of
purposes in mind for you, good good, his work is a pointed effort. A discovery of truth? A deep sea
recovery of some rarified moral sense? I cannot characterize it properly. But to
‘aim’ is truly a bold facet.
True literature can exist only where it is produced by madmen, hermits,
heretics, visionaries, rebels, and sceptics.
— Yevgeny Zamyatin
The world is kept alive only by heretics: the heretic Christ, the heretic
Copernicus, the heretic Tolstoy. Our symbol of faith is heresy.
— Yevgeny Zamyatin
That h0p3 labels himself a ‘madman’, a ‘jester’, a ‘retard’ and so on—well,
this is a rich tradition and these are rarified, very colorful and storied
appellations. I do think of Zamyatin—who is forgotten to our society, but who
was prescient to the disasters of the 20th Century that he lived in. We was a
catalyst to the entire utopian and dystopian genres. (I have no doubt that
my beloved Vigoleis also saw himself among this rabble.)
This is cause for alarm—and I see this in h0p3’s more dismayed dispatches from
time to time—the world will not be kind to him. However, he is a heretic—we
know this. He must do his work; it is too valuable.