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Sergey Kuznetsov. NasNet: issue 2
NasNet: issue 2
Sergey Kuznetsov
Publication date: May 24, 2000
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Sergey Kuznetsov
Publication date: May 24, 2000
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Voting number one
From the list of old titles, virtually all of them have been rejected, I will leave two and add more sent by readers (in parentheses - who suggested what). Voting will continue for another week, after which I will reserve the right to choose what I like best.
I will give only one explanation, because I especially liked it:
The project should be called “UsNet” - because it’s always good where we are not, besides, in the 90s we are no longer there, in another life we are not, the events have already passed, and we are no longer there at the moment, but the interactive - The only place where we can check in is - and we are no longer there...
You have a chance to send me something else I'll like.
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Project: nineties
(See detailed description of the project here )
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(New Russians, alcohol, postmodernism)
The famous cultural expert Belov was walking in the forest with a young child. The child was sleeping in the stroller, and Belov was looking around. On the bench he saw three young men in sweatpants with gold chains around their necks. They were all pretty drunk, but one couldn’t get up at all. Two others persuaded him:
- Vasya, let's go, it's time... Vasya, we need to get up... Vasya, let me help you...
Vasya hummed weakly and then, as a final argument, one of his comrades said:
- Vasya, we are new Russians... it’s impossible... they already tell jokes about us!
The last argument had an effect. Vasya got up and, supported by two friends, moved towards the path along which his parents with strollers were walking. When he reached the path, he unzipped (or whatever they do with sweatpants?) and started pissing right on the asphalt. Some woman screamed indignantly, and he apologized and turned 180 degrees, while continuing to water everything around and, of course, without leaving the path.
“Now,” one of his comrades said sadly, “now they’ll compose a new joke!”
Belov saw in this case the triumph of postmodernism, allowing even new junior Russians to become meta-positioned.
“You see,” Belov said edifyingly, “what a civilizing effect this produces!” And you say: “Postmodernism is permissiveness”! Whoever stands in the meta position does not piss on the track.
The first story arrived from, so to speak, a reader ( gavr@ng.ru ). I present it here, in standard format.
(Key words: new Russians, bathhouse, cinema)
Journalist Pogorelov got into the habit of going to the sauna on Saturdays with a company, more than half made up of new Russians and their wives. At first, he huddled in a corner on a shelf and noisily expounded every Sunday on the consequences of culture shock: how people walk, where they live, what they wear. He was especially fascinated by the ability to conduct coherent conversations using three words: “dick”, “fuck” and “customs clearance”.
Then he became bolder and began to bring his articles to show, “so that they would know with whom they rub their asses in the bathhouse.” Among others, he brought a great opus about Antonioni - although he was anxious that they would not understand a word. Suddenly the most terrible new Russian, who had not uttered a word outside the coveted trinity for several months, rushed to squeeze him, saying: “Here, I respected him. After all, when I went to the States for the first time, I drove the car to look at this fucking Zabriskie Point. A hole is a hole." We spent the night talking about world cinema.
Personally, I’m offended that Sasha Gavrilov, who sent it, doesn’t tell me how you can talk about Antonioni using three magic words (I believe it’s possible). One of my friends - and also a potential hero of this column - noticed when I told him the story that “the action takes place after 1995,” because before that the third magic word was not “customs clearance,” but something else. Gavrilov, who has a keen sense of this, offers his own keywords: “new Russians,” “customs clearance,” “cinema.” I express dissatisfaction with the absence of the other two magic words and remove the customs clearance for now.
Gavrilov also writes:
But it seems to me that you are looking for easy ways. We will have heaps of fables anyway. But there will be no dictionary. Let’s put together a dictionary together, and how many dictionary entries we can get so that we get a kind of Russian az of the 90’s with a nostalgic tinge - that would be even cooler.
It might be cooler. But “From A to Z,” in my opinion, is a book or magazine project (and Rostotsky and I proposed it to the magazine “Seance” three years ago). It is, in fact, closed: they compiled a vocabulary, wrote texts - that’s it. It just doesn’t have the interactivity that interests me, and also the internal plot. There are no characters in it, roughly speaking.
Although if anyone wants to create one, I will always take part.
In the meantime, send your stories.
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Well, here’s a new section for you, dear readers. Links that are quite traditional for NetCulture. When I proposed this project to the management of RZh, they immediately asked me if I would intersect with Nastic. I assured that my links would be unique.
Here's the first one.
As usual - as an appendix to the “Project: the Nineties”, so that no one thinks that the matter will be limited to alcohol. However, it is recommended to visit not so much for lovers of LSD-25, but for lovers of beautiful visuals.
However, if the link is an appendix to the “Project: the Nineties”, then the site itself is an appendix to the “Project: the Sixties” - just listen to the music that plays there as an accompaniment to the virtual realizations of the acid trip promised in the title. It is also no coincidence that I came to this page through http://www.abbiehoffman.com , dedicated to the famous sixties activist Abbie Hoffman. Hoffman - along with Jerry Rubin and others - was one of the founders of the Yippie party (such as the Young Political Party... in short, the political wing of hippieism... at one time, back under Soviet rule, I read Rubin’s book with photographs and pictures), organizer of the march on the Pentagon and other joys.
This is my favorite story from his life. In the seventies, Hoffman went on the run after he recklessly tried to sell cocaine to a disguised federal agent (which, of course, was a vile provocation of the FBI, as we all understand), changed his first and last name and settled in a small town on the banks of some canal. But as soon as he settled down there, it turned out that some company wanted to expand the canal for greater navigation. The landscape that Hoffman loved was at risk, as well as countless animals and birds whose habitat would be destroyed. Local residents began to protest, and Hoffman, unable to resist fate, joined them. Let's remember that he was one of the largest organizers of political and countercultural campaigns in the sixties - and as a result, the channel's defenders turned around with such force that the press from all over the United States rushed to film and interview them. Someone recognized Hoffman, and, of course, he got into trouble - in the end, he had to go hand in hand with his lawyer to turn himself in to the police.
today This story (read, however, on the third site ) obviously echoes the story about a second life, told in the last issue. Life is very difficult to change - there is always a temptation to use previously acquired skills (see also Pavichev’s anecdote about a janitor-mathematician, “The Bourne Identification” and many, many other sources).
From Hoffman we will smoothly move on to the next point, noting, as a link, that Abby was one of the ardent fans of free services and one of the initiators of the creation of free stores, in which everyone took (and left) goods for free. He even wrote a book called "Steal This Book!", and now they are making a movie about him called "Steal This Movie!" , which I think pirates should rip straight off the editing table.
Feedback
In the last issue, I allowed myself to invade someone else's territory by writing about what kind of program would be needed to distribute mp3 files throughout the network. Less than two days passed before I received a restrained beating from people more literate in this than me. I am pleased to quote Andrei Chernov , a well-known programmer and fighter for the freedom of all and any information:
“The site owners are also not responsible for the database, since the database was developed by them for respectable people who post something legal on the Internet.”
This is not true, it doesn’t matter what it was developed for, what matters is how it is used now. The approach with a central database or central server is essentially flawed, and it is precisely this that lawyers will attack.
It is necessary to create a distribution system for warez/mp3 like gnutella - i.e. without a central server - its clients exchange only among themselves, each at their own responsibility and there is no one to attack.
Each computer is a network node, both a server and a client. Each computer is connected directly to a number of neighbors. The request is sent to these neighbors, if it is not found with them, they send it further - and so on up to a certain specified search depth. Information is also collected from neighbors about neighbors connected to them and the number of their files. The downside of this particular implementation is a lot of traffic, since almost every request passes through your machine (they can be observed by turning on monitoring). In principle, this place could be optimized, but they did it head-on.
Inspired, I went to http://gnutella.wego.com/ , downloaded a couple of implementations of Gnutella and spent several days fooling around finding all sorts of different things on the net that were inaccessible not only through mp3.com, but also through the corresponding search by Altavista.
It turned out to be a powerful thing, but it works slowly, and the traffic is really monstrous - about a hundred megabytes were pumped through me in seven hours.
Impression
Due to numerous requests from readers, I am opening the “Impressions” section, where you can write about the aesthetic impressions of the week - as was the case in “Pegasus Light” and “KG”.
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