Hi there, I'm 6'1" white male Xtrabeing, welcome to the Fleshpots. Please don't be offended, but I like myself rather a lot. When stranger-girls shout out they want to have your baby to you, it tends to affect the ole ego a tad. 400 xwatchers come here daily and you're 1.
the year we live in seems so detached from our daily lives? When we live in 1991, at the death of Communism — this worldshattering event seems alien to us, foreign to our existence, and its great historical importance — the year — at the time means nothing. But meanwhile future history books slavishly pant over the date and narratives and movies are framed around it. Eventually, a holograph circle is built and the story of the Cold War is told — and we who lived its tail end act as if 1991 never existed: only February, March, April. The imaginary prospect of fall and the changing of the leaves was pictured more clearly than the year 1991.
It is now 2017, and I would like to talk of the Internet, and its current manifestation. It seems to me its most profound poweraspect — the ability to meet like-minded superior thinkers who rise above the morass and mess of society — is totally neglected. I have, personally, been on a search for friends and allies through the Internet since May 5 of last year. Before then, I never commented on blogs and my Internet interactions were limited to porn and info retrieval of a serious nature (with porn being by far more important due to my enforced-celibacy life).
I am beginning to have Internet conversations with strangers from across the globe, with the end goal being to incorporate them into my actual life. I realize this sounds cold and anal, but when writing about the Internet — and my plans in general — I tend to enter my Tyrell Mode . . . I’m a lot like that corporate guy from Blade Runner who has the smirky smile (I’ve smirked at chicks who like me) and who is brainy enough to play chess (my rank: 1100, not good but better than the street tyro and I’ve been part of a club). In my corporate future, the Internet will play an important part and my friends sussed out from a distance will play an even more important part.
Let’s first talk about my Religion: the great Journeyism.
It is strange that an atheist like I would formulate a religion, but I have these nagging thoughts about other worlds and lives I might or should be living and the real significance of dreams, esp. for superior minds. A religion like Journeyism — which I won’t go into now, though this is my first mention of it on the Warp Station — is best spread by propagation through the Internet. I can easily see Journeyism sweeping the world in as little as 5 years through the incredible communicative power of the Net. What took Christianity 700 years, and Islam 150, I could do in 5. Thanks to the Internet and the power of my own Narrative.
When you look at my site, the website shows the power of graphics and the advantages of sound. I know of no other website which incorporates music («sonic»’s) as intelligently and appropriately as I do. If you like rock and roll, just go to search and enter kustodychild (and what a name! picture a delinquent boy shuffled from house to house, getting no adult love or guidance, and turning into a badass swinging his guitar around). You’ll find “Panama”, “Master of Puppets”, and more. A whole screen will pop up. You can do that with katchbutterflies, kabvacation, kamesurreal, and more. The categories are brilliantly chosen and should allow you to just listen to the music at future times. You can scroll up and down and randomly choose, go by category through search, or run ’em in sequence on the Warp Opening Screen, which is how they’re designed to be listened to as well.
The above paragraph illustrates some of the Internet’s strongest capabilities. The ability to insert music videos from YouTube (or any future storage site) into my website is a cross-link, cross-hatchery powerful concept with many applications. It sure wasn’t around when I first found the Internet in 1990, when I was in my first year of university at the University of Waterloo, for computer science. Back then, I would go to the Physics Lab of comp’s with my friends Nick Ali (“Brownman”, later lauded as Canada’s greatest jazz trumpeter; strange coincidence that Canada’s greater writer and its greater jazz musician would be friends at an out-of-the-way school, me and him), John Constantakopoulos and Stephen Danic. We would play MUD’s long into the night, socializing on a kind of chat room in an adventure realm. When I did post my earlier erotica short stories, I did through a cumbersome agonizing interface called v.i. to something called the Usenet, which is now buried in the dust and less important, though I’ve lost touch with its exact status. This was Internet before Berners-Lee’s Web. In 1994-95, the Web started coming out as a tsunami, and in Seattle, Bill Gates wrote a composedly-worried email to his staffers about what he should do about this new phenomenon that was derived from the magnificent standardization pursued and caused by his dominant cheaty underhanded monopolization of the PC industry. The Wintel duopoly — Microsoft in Washington State and Intel in California — allowed all computers except a few misfit Apples (the other industries from Commodore to T.I. died) — permitted an amazing super-synergy of computers. You could slide a disk from one computer into another. If you worked in NORAD command mountain, your computer program or information from a random computer in Buttfuck, Oklahoma would work on it. That allowed and encouraged the eventual development of the Web/Net.
YouTube was bought out by Google on November 13, 2006. The exact date was found by me by using Google itself. These twin micro-phenomena should be explained for time-travelers from the year 1980 and the age of BBS’s (which I won’t go into, look it up on the Net).
YouTube, like certain science fiction stories, is the global repository of audiovisual information. Its truly immense storage servers contain more pure sight-and-sound lovely data than any public-access medium anywhere. Google sensibly bought it because, as a place of public ease and browsing, it is the TV version of Facebook. As a platform for further development, including challenging Netflix or building a video-on-demand service (or unforeseeable expansions and divergences into the future), it is a rich resource to be tapped by 22nd-century Google executives.
Google, brilliantly conceived of by Brin and Page of Stanford, knocked Yahoo decisively off its perch. Its dominance its unquestioned and Bing of Microsoft will never disjar it (the loss of Gates as CEO has been catastrophic for Micro$oft, and I will delve into that in a future post as per my love of C.S. and business) and Google currently functions as the card catalogue for the world. Its portal imagery is weak, its sorting algorithms are too clogged with extraneous information, but its mindshare is excellent. In my estimation, it would be easier to clone and replace Facebook than Google. Google’s simplicity is a part of its strength.
Now then. The Internet in 2017, thanks to Cisco’s improvements in the underlying hardware, has finally reached a mature stage. You could argue that the appearance of the Warp Station website represents that symbolically in a historically important way — the most historically important way. If I do form a religion, at the very least, this website will mark the place where it started. I’ll need sonics for that religion, and they’ll come from the Net. I’ll need a place to reach followers, and that’ll come through the Net. No one has yet founded a societally changing tidal wave through the Net. I could well be the first.
Even if I don’t do that, I could use the Internet to launch myself as a writer. If you look at the top of my main screen, you may notice the menu boxes that get highlighted when you move mouse-arrow over them . . . called NOVEL SERIES 1 and 2. I’m pinning up flyers in my home city right now, and commenting on other WordPress websites to draw in an international audience. During this week, for the past two days I have had 26 and 24 viewers — but I am getting 8-10 viewers early in the morning, which means they’re hooked. The page views are extensive, demonstrating serious interest. The future is wide open / exponential growth on the horizon.
Who has founded himself as a writer on the Net? No one. Who has built a religion or corporation via it? Most imaginatively, who has recruited friends and coworkers through the Net?
But this is not just to blow my own Xwarper’s horn. This is to show some of the truly staggering potentialities of the Internet. Girding the globe, and following the clouds and the birds, the 1’s and 0’s are transformed from illusion into mind-reality. I can even see World Wars 3 and 4 starting from Internet mishaps and misunderstandings. But that is a speculation and a story for another day.