Too much to ask:

I want an Artificial Intellicence that can understand nuance, symbolism, conceptual schema, and the fact that what of those I may represent in my mind and daily operations may not represent and make sense, in the same way, in It's processes.

And that THAT IS OKAY.
If we manage to create that, I'll be more than happy.

Because then I could teach it magic.

Dreams

Dreams were a roiling conflagration of symbolism, past, present, future.

The apartment complexes and townhouse developments where I used to live. Not the places, just the grounds. The paths and shortcuts I used to take. Everyone I know, living in the complex, together. My having to walk from apartment to house, etc. Taking a shortcut,letting my semi-conscious memories take over, and finding an old friend I used to have, in one of the complexes. He showed me around, how everything had changed. He has grafted marijuana plants onto my Red Maple tree, Max.

Somehow became and epic post-apocalyptic about needing to keep music pure and free from corporate interference. The complexes became covered, underground networked hallways, subways, walkways and open markets. Like a mall, subdivision, and survivalist bunker, all rolled into one. We had to find this one girl, and, having found her, we had to find some conceptual component so that she could see what music truly was, again. We took her from her corporate masters (AT&T/Disney) and one of the former drones/junior execs came with us. We made it to the utility stairs, and most of the way out.

We were in a theater, hiding, watching Disney's "version" of Caligula, as mashed up with Julius Caesar. The formerr exec. kept talking about remembering this, from his childhood...

The movie ended and we left, ascending the stairs, which became an elevator. We opened it, and the entire slum-side of the city was underwater, though the majority of it was still underground. Her music had triggered the apocalypse, but it had started with those worst-off peoples, leaving the rich to feel delusionally secure.

There was other stuff about having to carry my knife, walking in the apartment/subdivisions. Something about watching lord_of_smoking's apartment, while he was out of town.

The rest is gone...

Gotta go to work.

9+9+9

So, my 27th birthday is in a few months.

In addition to getting tattooed, I'm thinking about doing a fairly large piece of ritual magic, to commemorate the day.

Clutch - [Escape From the Prison Planet]--- Beginning at 4.44 AM, on July 15, 2009, I am going to do... Something. I don't know precisely What, yet, but I think that part of it will depend Entirely upon you, in that I want something from you, to get this done.

A word, a drawing, a small physical token, something that means something between you and me, and no one else, something that everyone knows about us, something that has a symbolic resonance between you and me. And I will use whatever this thing turns out to be in whatever it is that I end up doing.

Vermillion Lies - 01/10/09 - [Sugar House Lullaby (written by request)]--- So, if it's a word, or a representation of a memory, or a between-you-and-me/&c. concept, leave it here.

If it's a drawing, give it to me, or email me a digital copy of it.

If it's a physical token, give it to me.

You have three and one-half months.

Starting Now.

Day 19

"Every night, I have the same dream..."

Tell me what you see.