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<h1>Special Issue 21</h1>
<h2>experimental publishing</h2>
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tele touching you try touching yourself teletales teleroot
talk to you titty
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<strong>A typewriter?</strong>
why shd it only make use of the tips of the fingers as contact points of flowing multi directional
creativity. If I invented a word placing machine, an “expression-scriber,” if you will, then I would
have a kind of instrument into which I could step & sit or sprawl or hang & use not only my fingers
to make words express feelings but elbows, feet, head, behind, and all the sounds I wanted, screams,
grunts, taps, itches, Id have magnetically recorded, at the same time, & translated into word or
perhaps even the final xpressed thought/feeling wd not be merely word or sheet, but itself, the
xpression, three dimensionalable to be touched, or tasted or felt, or entered, or heard or carried
like a speaking singing constantly communicating charm. A typewriter is corny!!
From Amiri Baraka, Technology & Ethos, http://www.soulsista.com/titanic/baraka.html
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This issue started from a single technical object: a Model 33 Teletype machine. The teletype is the
meeting point between typewriters and computer interfaces, a first automated translator of letters
into bits. Equipped with a keyboard, a transmitter and a punchcard read-writer, it is a historical
link between early transmission technology such as the telegraph and the Internet of today. Under
the administration of our kubernētēs, Martino Morandi, each week hosted a guest contributor who
joined us in unfolding the many cultural and technical layers that we found stratified in such a
machine, reading them as questions to our contemporary involvements with computing and with networks.
The format of the issue consisted of on an on-going publishing arrangement, constantly re-considered
and escaping definition at every point in spacetime, a sort of Exquisite Corpse Network. It evaded
naming, location, and explanation; the Briki, the Breadbrick, the Worm Blob. A plan to release
weekly bricks was wattled by a shared understanding of time into something more complex in structure,
less structured in complexity.
Initially, the week's caretakers were responsible for collecting materials from our guest
contributions, which included lectures, collective readings, hands-on exercises, an excursion to the
Houweling Telecom Museum, Rotterdam and another to Constant, Brussels. The caretakers were
responsible for recording audio, editing notes, transcribing code, taking pictures, and making lunch.
Meanwhile the week's editors were responsible for coming up with a further step in how the publishing
progressed, by adding new connections and interfaces, creating languages, plotting strikes and cherishing
memories. This mode of publishing made us develop our own collective understandings of
inter-operation, of networked care and access, backward- and forward-compatibility, obsolence and
futurability.
Teletypewriters ushered in a new mode of inscription of writing: if the typewriter set up a
grid of letters and voids of the same size, turning the absence of a letter (the space) into a key
itself (the spacebar), the teletypewriter finished it by inscribing the space in the very same
material as all other letters: electrical zeros and ones, that were to immediately leave the
machine. The Teletype Model 33, one of the most widely produced and distributed text-based terminals
in the 1970s, introduced multiple technological concretizations that are present in the computers of
today as a sort of legacy, such as the qwerty keyboard with control keys, the ascii character
encoding and the TTY terminal capability. We have created short-circuits that allow us to remember
otherwise technical progress and computational genealogies.
TTY was produced in april-june 2023 as special issue 21 of the xpub at piet zwart institute,
rotterdam. xpub is the master of arts in fine art and design: experimental publishing of the
piet zwart institute. xpub focuses on the acts of making things public and creating publics
in the age of post-digital networks. For more see issue.xpub.nl/21
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Subrelease
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week 3
Hey Babe!
Hey Babe! is a publication of XPUB1 as part of the Special Issue 21. It consists of excerpts from the
conversations at the Houweling Telecom Museum, parts from the documentary The Phantom of the Operator
and a collective reading experience on binary systems. This publication aims to act as a familiar sound
over the phone and requires a caller to be heard. Unless anyone calls, our memories about the last couple
of months will be phantomized. This is our ode to the invisible labor of operators, long distance
relationships, people who could not hear from their lovers for years, trembling voices over the phone
and all the people who took an effort and spend time to reach someone. This is the sound of your
friend saying “hello” on the phone. The pubication consists of many sound clips. The caller will listen
to a random clip each time they call.
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<a href="gesture/templates/template-index.html">Gesture Glossary</a>
Overlap
We have a bag full of planets, stars, our favorite moments, darkest fears, best intentions and worst
feelings. We contain them and sometimes they overlap each other. Sometimes we are happy and sad;
sometimes we forget why we were even mad in the beginning. But we also share some of these moments or
galaxies that reside in our bags with other souls. We remember the same moment through a different
window. We remember that day as cold, whereas they remember it as warm. One by one, these moments
create one snapshot of the reality. The reality we create collectively. We sometimes trust our memories
and our memories always trust us.
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We overlap, we crawl through the memory lane. We go silently through the gates of space and time,
we exchange our sights with each other and for one spectacular moment, all the stars in our bags spill
and we get to see through each others eyes. Our bag is now in the middle, its ready for you to
discover and see the networks of our minds, make knots in the middle or intervene with what we call is
a collective memory of few xpubbers.
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