I have an inverse Chinese room predictor in my head; from output, it reconstructs a probable input tree. I can't stop listening when the world talks to me. It pushes me on a quest to impose structure, find meta-medium, and taste the infosphere.
I hope that one day I'll be the craftsman worthy of my craft. Python for everything, Smalltalk and Self for the under-dream. Licklider, Engelbart, Kay—forgotten futures I stumble through. If they are the lock; reverse engineer the key. Xerox PARC is the focal point, as far as I can see.
Masks of the many-eyed whisper to me; illusionary and flickering. Strange loops entangled, impedance matching information to monkey brain; visualizing, explaining, and yes, hallucinating. Software tentacles as promised; I register—yet do not feel.
I leave behind open source, toy languages, 3D polygons, and words on my blog. Yes. I really am Remote Fox; and this is all I’ve got.
| Blog | https://blog.rfox.eu |
| Github | https://github.com/Bystroushaak |
| Server | Ubuntu |
| Desktop | Mint / Cinnamon |




