• they/them

plural system in Seattle, WA (b. 1974)
lots of fictives from lots of media, some horses, some dragons, I dunno. the Pnictogen Wing is poorly mapped.

host: Mx. Kris Dreemurr (they/them)

chief messenger and usual front: Mx. Chara or Χαρά (they/them)

other members:
Mx. Frisk, historian (they/them)
Monophylos Fortikos, unicorn (he/him)
Kel the Purple, smol derg (xe/xem)
Pim the Dragon, Kel's sister (she/her)


pnictogen-wing
@pnictogen-wing

holy heck I remembered this all of a sudden. I was asking myself, what were some early influences on our sentiments towards computers? this one kid's book, Danny Dunn and the Homework Machine, was one of those influences.

I wanted a Homework Machine, so very badly. homework sucked! ~Chara (ugh I need to figure out how to type Greek characters. WinCompose maybe)


pnictogen-wing
@pnictogen-wing
He studied the writing for a moment and then sighed. “If only we could save even more time. You’d think six hours of school would be enough for them, without making us take school home. If only I could build some kind of a robot to do all our homework for us…”

“Now, wait a minute,” Joe said hastily. “Let’s not go overboard. I’m still not sure there won’t be some kind of trouble from this pen board, like there generally is when you start inventing things. So far, I’ll admit, it looks all right. But if you built a robot, we’d be in trouble for real.”

wow. it's like I'm reading a biography of Sam Altman! ~Chara


pnictogen-wing
@pnictogen-wing
Upstairs, in her bedroom, Irene bent over her short-wave radio, completely unaware that she was interrupting her father’s television program with her amateur broadcast.

“W9TGM,” she said. “W9TGM. This is W9XAG. Come in.”

She snapped a switch, and Danny’s voice crackled in her earphones. “W9XAG. This is W9TGM.”

“Hi, Danny.”

“H’lo, Irene. What’s up?”

I used to think this was the coolest idea in the world—talking to your friends over the magic of radio. And it still seems like a cooler idea, somehow, than what we've got now. You might think that's ridiculous. Look at where I'm saying that! On the Internet, a modern miracle of long-distance, high-bandwidth communication. Why on Earth would it seem lacking?

Is it simply a question of oversaturation? I'm old enough to remember a couple of decades of life before the Internet, days during which I really did listen to shortwave radio, although I never tried to get on the air myself. All the same, more than half of the "real life" that I remember has been spent online. Familiarity has bred contempt, and so forth.

But there's one thing about radio that's not true about using the Internet: you can build a radio with a few dollars of parts. Building a radio transmitter is tougher but it's still easily within reach of anyone who can solder some parts together. Radio therefore ought to be accessible in a way that the Internet, for all its pretensions of being a universal medium for The People™, just isn't. I say "ought to be", because in practice radio is heavily locked down by regulation in service of corporate monetization of the RF spectrum. The technology itself though is trivial in comparison to what's needed to sustain Internet connections.

We've got some galena around here; or I could try the trick of melting some sulfur and iron filings together, to get a iron sulfide suitable for "cat's whisker" RF detection, and try to make the world's simplest radio. I did try that trick once! I used a piece cleaved off a large sample of galena—I now regret damaging the sample, kinda—and a thin strand of copper wire extracted from ordinary multi-stranded lamp cord as the "whisker", along with a handwound coil and a variable capacitor scrounged from a busted five-tube radio. (Good luck finding one in a thrift shop these days, though; they used to be routine finds.) It could pick up a few AM stations.

~Χαρά (there, I bothered that time)


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in reply to @pnictogen-wing's post:

ah! good job finding it! we were also thinking about this book recently... this is the one where their parents and teachers realize they've built the machine, and secretly conspire to give them much harder problems, so that writing the code for them is still educational?

we were pretty disappointed when our own education absolutely did not do that, heh

like, instead we just got permanently ahead of our peers in knowledge, and stayed that way into adulthood. which was a pretty good consolation prize but we would have appreciated if the system rewarded us for wanting to learn rather than punishing us.

in her first appearance, she's got a weather balloon with an anemometer attached. I wanted one of those! I used to have a lot of daydreams of that sort—sending instruments up with balloons or kites. I think Irene might just have been a role model, although I'm not sure I could have articulated that at the time. I suspect a lot of my reading went straight into some subconscious vault and stayed there, not the least because I was always reading something different.

yes! that was really cool!

there are a lot of books really deep within us. it's... it's complicated, there's stuff we let go of and moved on from, but then other stuff is still there. lately we've been reading the young-adult fiction we-today would have chosen as kids, which is very different from what our predecessors liked. it's been interesting noticing that we're kinda hungry for it, like there's a book-shaped void inside waiting to have something new in it.

... but some of the stuff we read at younger ages, that seems to still be in us.

I can tell you what I think we're getting out of revisiting this stuff, other than the general business of trying to remember more of our youth: it's like we deposited some of our ancient enthusiasm there. we used to have an uncomplicated and naïve sort of love for sci-fi things, computers, electronics...it's pleasant to get some reminder of a time when we weren't embittered and cynical about technology, and it was all still fun and full of promise.

I used to dream of complicated networks of tin-can phones, which is a similar concept in a way (my family members who were hams were always too embarrassed to try get me into the hobby, for whatever reason, but I listen to shortwave nowadays)