Writing: Slow to Full Stop

LUXT - [Subcutaneous Grin]--- It was yellow. Not that piss yellow, you get from arc sodium lights, though. It was deeper than that. It was almost orange, appearing and disappearing, making you think it was a small sun, in the fifteen feet above the dark road, in front of us, the asphalt reflecting it perfectly, and signaling everything I was afraid of, right then. The slow crawl, perfectly capturing the dead halt in my mind.

I couldn't look at it, didn't want to look at it, but the glare on the road held my eyes. On, off. On, off, shining through the trees, illuminating everything but the darkness on the sides of the street. (LUXT - [Hardware]). It collapsed, in, then. The mood, the conversation, everything that was, in the world right then, sprialled into that light, the glow that didn't so much shine as it slid, slick and viscous, thin slimy ooze over the pavement, and the green. It wasn't Lantern-stopping, not the colour that they fear; I said that. But it was enough to throw everything into question.

We were in that sphere for less than five seconds, but it's got me, and I'm still there, in a way. (LUXT - [Filament]). Because, in that light, i saw everything coming to a stop, i felt the gears winding down, grinding to that bare stop that comes right before everything flies out of control, into the ether, spinning to fast to control, with no teeth left to hold, or ever stop again.

LUXT - [Fiend]--- And now I don't know which prospect scares me more, the stagnant, pregnant stop, or the blind perpetual motion.

Today: Dreams, Internets, Heuristics, and Artificial Intelligence

LUXT - [User]--- Dreams consisting of leading many people out of a labyrinth, into the cool night, outside. Having been, myself, before, and feeling deja vu, as i went with everyone. Al, Bob, Kelly, Professor Farnsworth, mech_angel, and others. When we got out of the labyrinth, we spent time looking at the sky, and breathing deeply, even though we had been exposed to open air, in the labyrinth. (LUXT - [Vulgar Monkey Love]). There was something fundamentally different, about the air, outside the labyrinth. The outside was the circle, in front of Union Station, in DC. After this, I drove a red Honda Civic hatchback, into town. WE turned on some back streets, down by GSU capus, and we separated. The car became a hand-held vaccuum cleaner, and i walked up by Five Points MARTA station, past a stall, with two witches, talking, one of whom was Granny Weatherwax.

LUXT - [Inside]--- Strange things, there. But, as you can see, my internet is working again, thanks to BellSouth. Listening to music and responding to live journal-style things.

In terms of the other things mentioned, in the Title: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heuristic

http://www.elearnspace.org/Articles/connectivism.htm

Conversations with my Dad, on AI, and hive-structured learning techniques.

LUXT - [Blast Furnace]--- Any questions?

Good to be back.