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in fun terms: (exuberant): a "syn-site" is like a superhero of spaces, not stuck in one place or time but zooming across different locations and experiences, both real and virtual. It can be anywhere and everywhere, all at once, juggling a bazillion different things. Picture a super-charged, ultra-connected web of experiences that's constantly evolving and changing. It's like the ultimate party where everyone and everything is invited, from real-world objects to digital ideas, all interacting and influencing each other in a cosmic dance! (whimsical): imagine every place you've ever been, every dream you've ever had, every idea that's ever tickled your brain, all gathered together for a grand cosmic potluck. Each brings their own flavor, their own story, their own essence, creating a delightful, surprising, and sometimes bewildering mélange. That's a syn-site: a cosmic kitchen where reality's recipes get remixed, and the menu is always changing!
in fun terms: (exuberant): a "syn-site" is like a superhero of spaces, not stuck in one place or time but zooming across different locations and experiences, both real and virtual. It can be anywhere and everywhere, all at once, juggling a bazillion different things. Picture a super-charged, ultra-connected web of experiences that's constantly evolving and changing. It's like the ultimate party where everyone and everything is invited, from real-world objects to digital ideas, all interacting and influencing each other in a cosmic dance! (whimsical): imagine every place you've ever been, every dream you've ever had, every idea that's ever tickled your brain, all gathered together for a grand cosmic potluck. Each brings their own flavor, their own story, their own essence, creating a delightful, surprising, and sometimes bewildering mélange. That's a syn-site: a cosmic kitchen where reality's recipes get remixed, and the menu is always changing!
SYN (along with, at the same time | from Greek SYN, with | ~SYNTHETIC) + SITE (N: point of event, occupied space, internet address; V: to place in position | from Latin SITUS, location, idleness, forgetfulness | ~WEBSITE ¬cite ¬sight), cf. SITE/NON-SITE (from Robert Smithson, A PROVISIONAL THEORY OF NONSITES, 1968)
Seeing is superseded by calculating probabilities. Vision loses importance and is replaced by filtering, decrypting, and pattern recognition.
Seeing is superseded by calculating probabilities. Vision loses importance and is replaced by filtering, decrypting, and pattern recognition.
Seeing is superseded by calculating probabilities. Vision loses importance and is replaced by filtering, decrypting, and pattern recognition.
It is not the eye which sees but the body as a receptive totality.
It is not the eye which sees but the body as a receptive totality.
It is not the eye which sees but the body as a receptive totality.
aerial perspectives
aerial perspectives
aerial perspectives
aerial perspectives
It is comparatively easy to make computers exhibit adult level performance on intelligence tests or playing checkers, and difficult or impossible to give them the skills of a one-year-old when it comes to perception and mobility.
It is comparatively easy to make computers exhibit adult level performance on intelligence tests or playing checkers, and difficult or impossible to give them the skills of a one-year-old when it comes to perception and mobility.
It is comparatively easy to make computers exhibit adult level performance on intelligence tests or playing checkers, and difficult or impossible to give them the skills of a one-year-old when it comes to perception and mobility.
...like a piece of sensitive photographic paper, waiting passively to feel the shock of impression. And then I was quivering like a leaf, more precisely like a mute hunk of appetitional plasm, a kind of sponge in which the business of being excited was going on, run through by a series of external stimuli: the lane, the man, the pale light, the lash of silver – at the ecstatic edge of something to be known.
...like a piece of sensitive photographic paper, waiting passively to feel the shock of impression. And then I was quivering like a leaf, more precisely like a mute hunk of appetitional plasm, a kind of sponge in which the business of being excited was going on, run through by a series of external stimuli: the lane, the man, the pale light, the lash of silver – at the ecstatic edge of something to be known.
...like a piece of sensitive photographic paper, waiting passively to feel the shock of impression. And then I was quivering like a leaf, more precisely like a mute hunk of appetitional plasm, a kind of sponge in which the business of being excited was going on, run through by a series of external stimuli: the lane, the man, the pale light, the lash of silver – at the ecstatic edge of something to be known.
