Me... In Cycle Leather

O-kay.

I'll have to replace these later with better lighting.

Yeah.
Let's who flinches at the Vogue tonight.

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Update -

All.
Right.

I've never been lusted after as a sex object before.

It's kinda cool.

Meme Injection Map

(rough draft for Defcon presentation)

Patient Zero identifies the origin of a disease vector, the first infection which then spreads to other patients. If memes are similar to diseases, then it should be possible to trace their vectors. If vectors can be predicted from empirical measurements, then it should be possible to optimize meme propagation by optimizing the entry point of patient zero, the meme injection point.

Injection maps are my crude attempt to optimize meme propagation. We can measure the date and rate of change of unique keywords as they pass through major Internet sites like Slashdot.org, CNews, Digg.com, etc and use them as proxies for meme flow. There is a strong association of certain keywords to information domains, so some sets of keywords can be grouped into coarse categories like "technology memes", "business memes", "political memes".

Websites favor different information domains, but there is crossover (contextual intersection) between many sites. Articles and ideas that appear on Slashdot.org tend to appear on Cnews within hours of original publication, and vice versa. Empirical measurement of keywords and domains are used to build a vector map which shows the affinity (contextual intersection) of domains between websites.

I know that if I post certain information on Slashdot.org, there's a good chance it will be reach a set of readers. Some of these readers are also CNews readers, and they may forward the original information to others or append it to an existing CNews article.

The trick of the thing is monitoring unique keywords - when they appear on a site, how much their frequency changes over time - to build a predictive map of how future keywords will propagate.

Technology memes may tend to flow from CNews to Slashdot, while business memes may tend to flow from Slashdot to CNews, and these flow tendencies can be visually displayed as a map of affinities.

We can deduce certain properties of these affinity relationships -

a) Cross flows are not additive. The flow from Slashdot to CNews has little to do with the same domain flow from CNews to Slashdot.

b) Flows do not respective Kirchoff's law, i.e. the sum of all inflows and outflows is meaningless.

c) Flows in the same vector, but between different information domains, are not additive.

d) We can define "integrity" as a measure of "veracity" or how well a website (or that website's readers) accepts factual information and ferrets out fraud or rumor. Integrity should have a positive correlation to diffraction, the ability of a meme to spawn related memes.

e) Each website (or the contextual domain of its readers) has a finite ability to re-transmit memes.
That ability is a curve of diminishing returns.

Conclusion - A meme injection map can be created through the automated measurement of unique keywords as they flow from website to website. Grouping keywords into information domains lets us identify and optimize the entry point of each type of meme. For instance, a technology meme injected onto the Slashdot website may travel faster and further than that same meme injected onto the CNews website.

The Empire Strikes Back

In our prologue, Kook Netstalker revealed his identity to the Amazonian princess.

"I am your father, Dom!
Search your feelings,
you know it to be true."

Click, whuzzzzzzzzzz, and Kook's lightsaber leaps out fully erect, ready for battle!

But the Princess flees to a beach in California where nudity is prohibited!

Tune in next week when the Princess investigates date rape drugs for her own nefarioius purposes!

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A-HA!
I knew it!
You're still reading!

Today's goals - Virtualization memegraph and initial injection map entry.

As I walked up to the Vogue, Freakout Rejection Woman was standing to one side of the door.
I ducked and dodged to the left, narrowly avoiding her razor-sharp claws as she tried to tear my face off again.

And I hit strike #4 on my Vogue interest, damn me, my phobia was too strong or the drinks were too weak.

One personal and one Google pal sent me this Trends link.
I think I'm flattered. And while I was at it, I tried to foist the data analysis of the cultural diffusion off on my Google contact. I just don't have the time or resources to run 50K to 100k queries and parse out the results.

A long-time coding fanatic friend finally threw in the towel and bought into my Year 2000 prediction that there's no future in coding.

One of my prior projects is going well, I'm surprised that everyone was so happy to see me. At lunch, I laid out a strategic initiative that noone has the risk perception or career incentive to pursue, but I was gratified by their reaction to my prediction of systemic failure -

"So, we aren't crazy then? We think so, too."

Groovy Broadband Card

Man, I dig this groovy Verizon broadband card.

Last year I sat in hotel rooms, tied to the cable or dial out connections. Now I can walk around, go almost anywhere, and still get a connection. Yesterday I sat at the library for several hours, today I've been to Kinkos, Starbucks and Cheesecake Factory.

It does have some drawbacks.
It wasn't adequate for my 6 gig download yesterday.
The coverage isn't 100% and varies quite a bit.

But overall, it's definitely worth $70 per month, especially since I don't pay for any other access.

Strategies Of The Mixed Message Pattern

Let's review the Mixed Message Pattern (MMP). The Mixed Message Pattern is the illusion of a single message which contains several context-based messages, messages which are targeted to contextually-specific biases of individuals and groups. The foundation of the MMP is hetereogeneity, the fact that people are highly differentiated in physical and mental form.

We can identify three primary strategies for the Mixed Message Pattern -

• Differentiated MMP


• Modified (or Political) MMP


• Disruptive MMP

Differentiated MMP

The Differentiated MMP extends existing paradigms and belief systems. It enhances the value of information in the same way that differentiated products enhance an economic system, by providing a wider selection of choice and a better matching of product to usage or a more efficient use of resources.

Here's an example of a Differentiated MMP. I use the Mixed Message Pattern to mask identity yet still provide contextually significant information to the appropriate parties. Like a smart bomb, the message's effects are restricted to the targeted area and leaves little impact on other areas.

Political MMP

The primary use of the Mixed Message Pattern is political. Most politicians and parties make extensive use of this pattern. They create the illusion of a single, coherent coalition by appealing to special interest groups, and then use that coalition to alter current paradigms in significant ways. The political MMP masquerades as a cohort of the current belief system but seeks to change certain aspects of it.

Disruptive MMP

The disruptive MMP leverages existing differences to create discord within a targeted group. Let's create a hypothetical religious / sexual group named The Poisson Parish. Let's assume that the Poisson Parish has a sexually explicit website which promotes certain religious beliefs.

But thanks to hetereogeneity, no two members of the Parish are identical. Suppose I could identify certain differences of opinion with The Parish. Some individuals may be more superstitious than others. Others might possess more stability or be more susceptible to adverse publicity. I could construct a set of messages to disrupt the fabric of the Temple, er, I mean The Parish, like so -

The content of the message seems identical to outside observers, but the Parish inhabitants interpret each message in a way that causes internal dissension and conflict. Eventually, the proper application of the MMP fractures the belief system and impacts its paradigms -

Flip O' An Interesting Level of Seattle Wiccan Witches

This past seven months in Seattle is the best I've felt in ten years. How did I not see it for so long? Ten years of constant confrontations, problems and lawyers, the wasted resources and wasted time, spent towards no planned goal, and I wonder how I deceived myself for so long.

I owned the financial field of battle before the battle began.

Now I own the legal field, too, due to her rash error in anger.

It almost looks like I planned it that way.

I started up with some simple weight-lifting on Sunday and I was surprised by my sore back muscles this afternoon. And thanks to my brother's cable modem, I was able to download my new environment in a few hours, six gigs of cutting-edge IBM e-commerce software. He walked in this afternoon, looked at me and said,

"You look good in black."

"Doesn't everyone?", I shot back.

"Yeah but you look especially good."

"Well, I'm twenty-five pounds lighter now." and we both laughed. He started in again at the health club this week, but I frowned when he said that I was his inspiration.

"You're right. I've let all these problems and worries build up in my life and drag me down. It's time to start eliminating them."

Wow.

Perhaps I am Agent of Chaos.
Or perhaps it's really somebody I know.

Save a toad, eat a Wiccan Witch today!
(preferrably Lena, slurp slurp!)

I still believe

ReFlip 'O The Wig

The lawyer asked me if I wanted to pursue criminal charges for false allegations.

An interesting question.
I'm beginning to see how she dug herself in so deep.

Of course, if I file charges, there'd be a major impact on future law enforcement opportunities.
Yeah, at this point, I think the game is over.

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Why did I really leave the Sushi show?

I saw two things in the set of her shoulders and tension of her forehead and cheeks. I did see apprehension and that surprised me. But I also saw the giddy excitement of a first or blind date. At the Cirque De Noc event in December, Lady 3 and Lena both looked in my direction and talked between themselves. I thought it was coincidence, but I realize now that I underestimated my level of notoriety in this small community.

Yes, her apprehension was a surprise.
So I left without introducing myself.

I still feel a happy glow when I think of her.
That's never happened before.
I suppose that's how you might feel about a daughter.

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Last night, I faced my first real rejection at the Vogue. I sat down next to a younger woman, mostly because of the empty seat. I noticed she was tense. An hour later, I thought about how foolish it was for both of us to sit in silence, so I asked her name. The subsequent over-reaction shocked me. She recoiled away from me as if I were snake or spider, and said, "HOLD ON, DUDE! I'm just sitting here minding my own business!"

I made a brief apology, but I felt stung by the ferocity of her denial.
I mean, I only asked her name.

But later, I felt better. Regardless of the outcome, I accomplished my goals for Sunday night. Once again, I got up on a dance floor by myself and I tried to make a social connection with an interesting woman. Her over-reaction is her problem, not mine.

I know I can do this now.

I am an object in motion and I am picking up speed.

An Interesting Level Of Paranoia, Redux

Ahhh, I didn't realize that the "date rape drug" stories are in the news lately.

I don't own a television anymore.

That's a relief.
I thought these two chicks were hiding their drinks because of a paranoid reaction to me personally.

Dang.
Now I wonder what I would do if I had to deal with an unconscious chick again.

I'd probably do the same thing, I couldn't hardly leave her passed out at the restaurant or in the cab.
I suppose I might have asked the cab driver to sign something.
Maybe I should have called the police to take care of her.
That seems so extreme, though.

An Interesting Level of Paranoia

I'd talked to this particular woman before, about a week ago, so I sat down next to her and followed up on our previous conversation. Later, she went outside to smoke a cigarette. But not before checking her drink in with the bartender, out of reach. I noticed it and wondered if that was standard practice for her.

On Sunday, the same thing happened at the Vogue.

Ladies, I don't need sex badly to spike your drink. And if I did, I'd just go to this Capitol Hill hairdresser chick. I did cart an unconscious woman around two cities on Friday night, grimacing as she threw up several times in a cab. And I did haul her up to my apartment because she lives across the bay and the ferries don't running at 3:00 am.

And I was pleased that several club members and employees noticed me leaving with her, since it's changed my reputation at the club. "SCORE!" "TWO POINTS!" Well, they don't need to know the whole truth, now do they?

She was quite the conversation piece at IHOP while I ate breakfast -

"Look at her face!"
"Is she dead?"
"Wow, what club were you at?"
"Do you need some help carrying her out to the cab?"

Trust me, dragging an unconscious woman around isn't anywhere near as easy or fun as you might think, not to mention the mess on my bedding and towels or the continual panic of the cab driver. And I fairly sure that sex with a passive body wouldn't be much fun, so I've never had a desire to test it out.

My Fan Club, Part II

Okay.
We're making some progress here.
I woke up with a strange woman in my bed this morning.

Unfortunately, I wasn't in it with her.

Seattle Witches?!
HA!

I invented passive aggression, you witches!
And then I invented the Internet to propagate it!

Let's go, baby.

Mano y Mano, but with my left hand only, please, the right one is tired.

My Fan Club

I had my car smog-checked and re-registered for WA, driver's license changed to WA State, my teeth examined and cleaned, bought new clothes, an eye exam and new glasses, finally submitted my passport application, changed my doctor & dentist, annoyed the holy hell out of Lena (which made me smile), updated my personal photos, got three free drinks from the PF Chang waitress (here I am, baby, signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours!), one free drink from the Cheesecake Factory waitress, the DMV chick jokingly asked me out on a date, hired a divorce firm, paid out retainers, submitted the rebuttal paperwork today, wrote up two business plans, backed up and reformatted the new laptop and installed IBM software, bought a new FireLite drive for backups, cancelled my five-year-old Earthlink account, set a business lunch date for tomorrow.

The dental assistant worked S&M and dominatrixes into the conversation from out of nowhere. Baby, I am available, but give me enough warning to cancel my hair appointment!

She did seem a little rough with the dental pick, but it was a strangely relaxing experience. Ouch! Ouch!

We Make Ritual Noise

The End

In 1997, the Mormon cabal at Boise State University ulimtately cost me about $60k due to their lies and deception over a job position that I briefly held. I will write that story someday, complete with names, dates and all the documentation that I've acquired over the years. I can prove that Stutz lied to me and I uncovered that both my lawyer and private investigator were Mormons, involved in Mormon legal issues, but did not disclose their bias to me. I wondered for two years why the first lawyer turned down the case, until I traced back the Mormon connections.

I can also prove that the private investigator was, at best, negligent in his job, and probably duplicitious.

For several years, I worked constantly to trim the sails of our financial ship to keep it afloat, but my wife worked against me. She pulled us into constant legal battles and costly problems over the years and she finally went completely out of her mind this year when she pissed away what was left of our savings on multiple lawsuits over what is essentially a JOB TITLE in a small volunteer organization that will not even survive this current madness.

But I finally gave up today and handed it all over to the professionals to get me clear of her insanity.

The Text Message

She only ever sent me one text message, in late summer of 2004 while I was still in Portland.

Earlier I had anonymously emailed a hilarious hair montage to cheer her up, after she'd had her head shaven.

The message was about how painful the cancer therapy was, how she loved me, how I was her reason for living. But I was still bailing away at my Mormon-torpedoed marriage, trying to keep it afloat, so I never replied. A couple of days later she went into a deep depression and I wondered if it was me.

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Another chunk of money gone, but at least it's the final one. I ran out of patience and fired it off at my problem, like a flaming arrow into a dragon's heart. A mortal wound, yes, but there may be thrashing for a few more weeks.

But it's out of my hair, out of my head and out of my heart.

Two more ghosts to exorcise.
Two more problems to slay.

I can do it.

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Today I wrote up my first business strategy for a former customer, at their insistence. I've done them for myself for many years. I sketched it out in Visio and then stepped back from it. It's typical Me. Three interlocking initiatives, spanning a broad range of risk and ROI, with a fair compensation for political whimsey.

Off to the Vogue.

64-Bit Computing Meme

The shift to 64-bit computing has been anticipated for several years.

It looks like there's a real trend now. The "64-bit" meme grew at an accelerating rate in 2005 and continues strong into 2006 -

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This Mood Analysis of LiveJournal link which was forwarded by a friend.

Nietzsche Quote

"To make the individual uncomfortable, that is my task"

And apparently I have succeeded.

I couldn't resist this entry, it has a special mixed message meaning.

I didn't do the Google tour while in San Francisco.
I was busier than expected and it would have turned into a job interview, most likely.

It's going to be an interesting year.