Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

More people “know” Turing’s foundational text than have actually read it. This is unfortunate because the text is marvelous, strange and surprising. Turing introduces his test as a variation on a popular parlor game in which two hidden contestants, a woman (player A) and a man (player B) try to convince a third that he or she is a woman by their written responses to leading questions. To win, one of the players must convincingly be who they really are, whereas the other must try to pass as another gender. Turing describes his own variation as one where “a computer takes the place of player A,” and so a literal reading would suggest that in his version the computer is not just pretending to be a human, but pretending to be a woman. It must pass as a she.

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Studio Eight is a Turing Test

"We are all alone here and we are dead"—T.O.C. Henry Miller

mingo wrote:

My father's story was the war ended while he was on his way to it - my war was still a going concern when I got there -

Got me to thinking about James Willingham Sr. Like his son a pilot too. Killed in World War one Part Duex. Or as winston churchill called "the thirty year war. All neatly filled away in group mind as two distinct and seperate events. Have a picture somewhere of Jimbo's dad holding him in his arms. Not good at estimating childrens ages but jimboloco looked like an infant. He never knew his dad. Then when he attended a Quaker meeting to seek advice on his conscientious objection to flying anymore bombing missions over Cambodia he ran into a couple of his dads friends from the war. Serendipity.

So I was on way to post something to Zuihitsu when I noticed that remark about mingo's father. I was going to write something about no peace in me, in this fearful manic state I been in. I can tell I am scared shitless because I sound optimistic when I talk about it with others. Last day of work today, Uncle Sam's taxman going to be a beach bum without a beach for a month.

Zuihitsu like a ku, must be a stillness in the heart
can't fake it

Day One
another day in heaven
Hobbes™ is here and he is eating a tuna fish sandwich

The road is dry and the weather is good
Oh Mabellene
we be motor-vatin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38hDJQ6yVrE

Day one done
another day in paradise
what does it all mean
life must have a purpose
mine is to live like it is tomorrow
Rode the road for twenty years
my purpose was keep rolling
life suited me, found my niche after ten years of wandering on a guilt trip I think of as SPIDER LOVE.

thinking about limbo as a place for the unbaptized to mingle,
I am ok with the fact that I have never been baptized. Well maybe I have by fire
Almost lost it today, almost blacked out, had to lay down and pay attention of my limbic system and what it was telling me. Poor little ego that I have was not in touch with the emotional content of consciousness. Was it somatic, or psychosomatic. Both actually.
the cigerettes and the metafiscal blues
tonight I gone nine hours with out a cigarette. the american way of suicide

Day Two Dawns

about four hours ago
where did they go
went looking for a cigarette last night
I thank G d I did not find one.

For my epitaph I would like:
‘Eaten by Great White Whilst Night Surfing.’
I hope someone will see to that.

Riding my life away
ride me down easy

Day Two Dawns

about four hours ago
where did they go
went looking for a cigarette last night
I thank G d I did not find one.

For my epitaph I would like:
‘Eaten by Great White Whilst Night Surfing.’
I hope someone will see to that.

Riding my life away
ride me down easy

Day 5 dawns through window
I am bathed in its orange light
time and money
spending freedom
and I still got plenty left to lose.

What happened on Days 3 and 4?
Rode 15 miles yesterday, 12 the day before
I remember that much.

Independent Lens, The Last Laugh
´O sole mio [Sub. Español]
entangled molecular inevitable as the hallucination of a brick wall across the road at at the speed of meaningless beings of times past

Laugh clown laugh
What species laughs
Do chimpanzees laugh

midnight 18 hours of consciousness
how many minutes of the 1080 minutes do I remember
any regrets, things said or unsaid.

go to sleep jacky
signed crazy mike

how they dance
Brownian and the evidence of the unseen
who is typing
no body home just fingers in motion
why? for the illusion of motion
addicted to the grind
momentum junky

Too dumb to live
Banana Fish
God Bless You Mr. Rosewater
How much of Vonnegut and Salinger writing was the PTSD?

....ST we need u

It's only a Turing Test if it's a test for all the other members to try to figure out which screen names are really you.

Just found this - didn't know you were working a zuihitsu of your own over here

I been eating a lot of Cheerios lately, maybe that will improve my mood. I eat them around six in the morning while I watch Jay Silverheels doing his shtick with the Lone Ranger, "Me wait here while you go to town." And I think about Mingo and what he would say to that. Feel like I been living in the land of the smirkers. Who has the best smirk?