Saturday, March 8, 2025

New Music: "The Colorful Path"

Wizard Peter’s first album takes us on an alchemical journey of creation, joy, horror and self-transformation. Check it out on Bandcamp!


Here we walk
The Colorful Path
Green to the left
Now red on our right
Blue and purple underneath

Betwixt virtue and villainy
There’s darkness all ‘round
Yet ye cannae mis-tread
With Wizard Peter
As your alchemical guide

As our footprints
(the inverse space)
Change the path
The path also does
Change our selves




Genesis



Tohu wa-bohu תֹהוּ וָבֹהוּ
Bewildered and astonished
All begins
χάος, nihil
Ma 間 et Śūnyatā
One divided by zero
The infinite plane
Swirling excitations
Of four fundamental fields
Ringing out 
Every direction
But definitely just
Forward in time
Eternally 
We are hiding between
Detailed initial conditions
Shrouded ‘neath
Liminoid depths
Alakazam! emerges
World and WIZARD
Shimmering star
Blinding shining
Serpent-slaying
Chaoskampf
Dirt below
Water around
Heavens above
I AM
W0RD
MEAN1NG
EXI2T3NCE
Life but a single flash
As first, so at last
O Sophia throw
Seven Archons
Hellward to
Eonic abyss
Await Hawking’s prophesy
Magnanimous final crunch
Or entropic
Universal heat death
Here ending galaxies 
Black holes
Evaporate
They say
“Play that again”
“Nay,” quoth
Lizard Pete
“It’s only 
Beginning”

French Suite No. 5 in G Major, BWV 816: VII. Gigue


Monday, March 3, 2025

Against spelling

 

Trust me, I once wrote a book before Chat GPT was invented.

As a wizard, I should be a hexpert on spelling. Obvz. But the strategist would know their enemy:

Scene one: the English language is in its infancy, the violence of German is met with the subtlety of Latin. Monks are copying the Bible in Latin, while the plebs spit their vile commerce with whatever words they can chew. Spelling is but a dream. Words are in anarchy, the pre-modern state of benighted, decadent, degenerate non-standardization. Creativity flows as the spoken becomes written.

Scene two: Garland invents the word dictionary, c. 1220. Writing is more of a thing. 1806, Noah Webster on one side of the Atlantic, the Oxford University Press c. 1884 on the other side. Spelling is formalized, albeit with competing numbers of the letter "u" depending on whether you're in the Americas or the British Isles. 

Scene three: spelling is industrialized. Gutenberg starts pressing the Bible to the page c. 1440 (in German). The common man learns to read, then the common woman, then even common children. Writing, printing!, becomes commonplace, widespread, malignant, a cancer growing its own way on the daughters and sons of Adam and Eve, banished by flame and sword from our natural state in Eden. Speaking to each other by ink and paper.

Scene four: There is but one way to spell each word (until you reach the other side of the Atlantic). The rise of the screen reveals a crack in the supremacy of the thin sheet of dead tree. Then, the screen reveals the Internet, a gawdy, brawling, bawling monster, cute in its infancy, but rising Cthulhu to an apotheosis beyond Zeus, Jesus, Allah and 1993's incarnation of the Buddha. Microsoft Word starts underlining belligerent spellings with red squiggly lines. Don't trust a program called "Word" to give you freedom in how you spell words. Calcification.

Scene four and a half: The widespread penetration of SMS short message service technology causes an equally-widespread mass psychotic panic in high school education when teens innovate the spelling of words with a barrage of abbreviations designed to squeeze their social lives into atoms of 160 characters. Twitter follows suits with the 160 character limit. Gamers intentionally obfuscate words (especially cuss words) with the digit-letter substitution code known as 1337. Innovation. Acronyms become words, lol. Dictionaries try vaguely to respond, with a mixture of resistance and vain attempts to maintain their status as authorities: in 2007, Merriam-Webster grants word-of-the-year status to "w00t". Water seeps through the cracks of the dam: the prescriptive view of language cannot hold back the onslaught of language-made-by-use. 

Scene five: T9 texting gives way to "predictive text", the Blackberry is released with a full keyboard in miniature, Steve Jobs announces a 3-in-one internet device, iPod and cellphone. The 160 character thing stops being so important. Twitter increases then removes the limit. The prescriptivists hold a back-room party, open the champagne and hang the message in big colorful paper letters, "Welcome back, sanity." Spelling is back on top. You can configure your keyboard to make you spell The Right Way, for the Right on either the left or the right side of the Atlantic.

Scene six: Open AI release a new not-search engine called Chat GPT. Generative pre-trained transformer. While most of the word is celebrating xor hand wringing about the birth of artificial intelligence, Chat GPT and its soon numerous copycats are writing irritatingly delightful, perfect prose. They are modifying our tone, our style. (M$ Word would also highlight some of your sentences with a green underline, the "grammar checker," which was pretty good at noticing when you fell pry to the dread "passive voice" but that was not a feature that was as widely copied as the red-underline spell checker.) Impeccable grammar and a bright, helpful, energetic tone is now available to every plumber, undergraduate student, saint, dandy and social media influencer. And, gosh, these large language models, they know so much, dahling. Independent thought puts on its dusty gray suit and catches the empty nine pm train to the mortuary. Correct spelling is assumed.

Scene seven: Not all is as it should be in the post-large-language-model world. Imagine a crack in the shield of utopia, with me, eh? When maverickness is a commodity, when the differently thinking are on top, when a golfing real estate exec is sitting plumly in the White House (for his sins, and ours). When every teenager in their parents garage is under the heavy cloud of having the potential to start a unicorn business. The wise shut their laptop lids, put their phones in the freezer (with or without the plastic bag) and wander out barefoot into the snow to hide among living trees (not yet made into paper for correctly spelled words). The person on the bus is invisible, not only because of the prosaic ugliness of their normal, non-make-up'd, non-photoshopped, non-Instagrammable realness, but mostly becausedears we're all looking at the Cthulhunet through our phonescreens.

And now: What if I told you, Matrix-pill-style, that the chocie was yurz? You have the keyboard, you tipe teh letterz. Spells are what you make them.

And it's t1me to get creativestyle. 

Mis-spellings typically signal carelessness, a vice. My modest suggestions are partially for distinguishing the wise old freethinking humankindess from the language from models of language. But they are also a mere thought on freedom of expression into the great meadows beyond the squiggly red underlines.

  • Take on the German approach of kitbanging words together via the omission of spaces.
  • Hyphenation is another typographic aid to the Überspeller. 
  • Everyone has a dictionary in their palm, so use that weird word. Everyone has a multilingual dictionary for every language in their hand, so use that foreign word. Even better, mash up that foreign word with an English one. 
  • Correct spellings when the deviant spelling obfuscates your message. Clarity is still (usually) a virtue.
  • Enjoy leetspeek, SMS-isms and whatever other alternatives you can find. Add these in like spices in the kitchen. The right amount, in the right place.
  • Spell in alternative ways when it elevates and electrifies words.
  • Spell with the spoken word in mind. Alternative spellings maybe map to alternative ways of speaking. Th-th-this gives you an idear.

The beaten path is now mechanized by LLMs. When you want to walk that way, why not take the bus and use the LLMs? When you want us to hear you, then what are you going to say -- and how are you going to spell -- differently? 

This spellfree dance is, of course, one big foolserrand, childsplay in the shad0w of the Sing-aling-a-ding-dongularity. But if you don't have to mechanize interaction with all your customers on your OnlyFans, tilt some election with fakenewspam, or you don't have to write an infinite number of advertisements, then maybe you can face the situation that humanwriting is like doing pottery at home, not "scalable," not optimized, not commercial-viable-with-VC-interest-for-your-unicornic-potential. Maybe it's just fun.

Saturday, July 8, 2023

New music: "Equations of Motion"

I released a new album of music! Get "Equations of Motion" on Bandcamp here. Also available on SpotifyApple Music and other music services.


Ilam Stone reaches kinetic integration with Wizard Peter in a journey from computer security through consciousness and meaningness to the absurd. Glitchy beats, twangy guitar lines and expansive synthesizer parts fill this instrumental album. 

(Who is Wizard Peter? Find out more at wizardpeter.com.)

Divide by Zero-Day 

The album opens with this rock song that connects distorted guitars with an almost-normal drum sequence that occasionally drops into glitch territory. The dread Zero-Day bug is one where developers have had no time to fix a computer security bug. Dividing by zero is mathematically not possible, so what should a computer (or human!) do when exactly that is requested? A whole universe might become of a divide-by-zero singularity!

Stranger Loops 

This piece started as a simple loop synthesized by the Make Noise DPO eurorack module. Then I added polychords on top of that. Douglas Hofstadter wrote a book called I Am a Strange Loop which has the thesis that consciousness (the "I") is the result of a loop between different levels of representation: 
In the end, we self-perceiving, self-inventing, locked-in mirages are little miracles of self-reference. (p. 363)
If I am a strange loop, then what of the person who I do not know, the stranger? Perhaps they are a "stranger" loop. And what of the "I" who reaches the conclusion "I am weird," the person who is themselves stranger than most. Also, perhaps, a "stranger loop."

Equations of Motion

The initial conditions and the equations of motion are enough to determine any future state in a billiard-ball universe. The Classical-Modernist-Reductionist view assumes this kind of determinacy for the world. Glitchy drums meet glitchy guitar and insane electronic percussion, trying to find the escape hatch into the flow of one of the possible wonderful Post-Modernities. 

Over 16 year ago, when I first heard Year Zero, I hardened my resolve to learn digital signal processing. "Equations of Motion" is not the only song on this album that draws inspiration from the final section of "The Great Destroyer."

80s Future

This piece is set in a deliberately misremembered past where we dream of an impossible mashup of unreal futures. Some neon dream that paradoxically includes a digeridoo that, in actuality, I found cracked at a Fair Trade blowout sale. What is this nostalgia that makes us imagine our desires for the future as if they were true conditions of the past? We are so über spun-around that time has become two dimensional. After the track itself, a secret track, too small to have a real name: a modular synthesizer solo. Perhaps another yet-to-be disguised as old. The working title of the coda was "...", the symbol of ellipsis.

Infinite Plane of Existence

Imagine the Platonic idea of an infinite 2D plane, where physics textbook examples can safely assume a frictionless surface: this is a type of nihilism where the fractal nature of reality is deleted for sheer convenience. This piece features twangy guitar reminiscent of Western movie soundtracks. Image a man with no name, but on the desert of an infinite plane.

Shadowork

This song began on the Octatrack, and partially for that reason, it came to be a part of Wizard Peter's live set at the New England Synth Fest in 2022. The song is about eating the shadow: the difficult and unpleasant work of finding better integrations for "problematic" aspects of oneself.

Gigglecore

This is another song that started on the Octatrack. It has samples of laughter and birdsong plus the industrial music bass and drums.

Venus Moons

Venus Moons started as a Pure Data reverb patch that grew out of Miller Puckette's example patch based on the part of the Ursa Major Space Station algorithm. A chain of free word association went something like this:

The reverb in this song is an instrument and the piece ends with a continuously droning reverb tail. This reverb tail crossfades into the final track, Visions. 

Visions

Visions is another piece composed on the modular that ignores several of the usual aspects of musical composition (like, pulse). It's absurd.  

But "absurd" no longer holds the force it once used to. When people were possessed by a grand unified system of meaning, a work of art could lie outside that system -- rendering that work meaningless, absurd. But today, society comprises of ever growing constellations of meaning systems, such that "outside the system" is actually merely "inside a different system." Therefore, the word "absurd" is now a puny reverberation of what it once was. "Absurd" has been reduced to "mirthful." 

Visions is a psychological journey, closer to a Charismatic spiritual vision than a Native American vision quest. It has no hard beginning. It's a dream; we appear in the middle with a beginning only implied by the hard assumption of causation. The ending comes with a big transient, the jolt awake. Then only echos of the dream remain, and then only briefly before all is forgotten.

As the final song, so the album. After the musically induced trance, silence returns, or the next track on the streaming service plays, or... 

The journey is complete. 

CREDITS

Composition, production & mixing by Peter Raffensperger aka Wizard Peter

Mastered by Bob Familiar at Sound Familiar Studios

The album art is a remix of a figure from "Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica" by Isaac Newton.



Saturday, July 30, 2022

Conclusion to a series on faith, doubt and anti-metanoia

 Faith, Doubt and Anti-Metanoia series, conclusion.

Supernova remnant in the Large Magellanic Cloud. This image is in the public domain. My most important idea blew up on me. I’m learning to see what remains as wonderful.


I started out as a Christian. After a painful journey, I left Christianity (Part I has the personal story). The path out of Christianity involved intense thinking and reading. This blog post series has summaries of many works that I read, intermingled with my own commentary and opinions (Parts II, III, IV and V). Much of this writing was done in past years and I did not update all the places that have out-of-date opinions. In Part VI, I introduce meaningness.com, a work of David Chapman, which served the double purpose of helping me escape from nihilism and freeing me from the allure of adopting another total system of meaning. Now that I am “not a Christian,” what am I? I address my new identity in Part VII. I also had to escape from the latent nihilism that I had developed as the intellectual foil to Christianity and I speculate on how that could be done better in Part VIII. In Part IX, I consider some potential objections to my new approach to meaning. Finally, in Part X, I speculate on my future directions.


Because this blog usually appears in time order with the newest posts at the top, this post may be the first post of the series that you see. Reading in reverse order doesn’t make as much sense as reading chronologically. So here’s a concluding table of contents:


Faith, Doubt and Anti-metanoia series

These previous blog posts are given post-publication honorary inclusion status:


Reading guide

If you are a casual internet browser and you don’t know me personally, then I suggest that you start by reading meaningness.com instead of reading my posts. Then, come back and do your usual thing here. 


If you know me and you’re interested in learning more about me specifically, then Parts I, VI, VII and X are most relevant. 


If your interest is the Bible, then Parts II, IV and V are for you. 


If you’re confident in your disbelief of Christianity, then feel free to skip entire sections in Parts II to V. They may be tedious for you.


If you want to criticize me, then consider this work to be a mile set out for you to walk in my shoes. If you specifically want to bring me back around to Christianity, then I invite you to read every word in this series. If you want to come to me with a rebuttal, please also point out a typographical error as proof of your diligent reading. 


Part X: Next steps in meaning-space

 Faith, Doubt and Anti-Metanoia series, Part X. For context, start at the introduction.

I used to follow a Christianity that had artificially definite meanings and that tried to force meanings into one complete, coherent system. The previous posts in this blog series explain how I stopped being a Christian and gained new ways of processing meaning. In this post, I’ll speculate on my anticipated next steps in meaning-space. 

My goal is to live as best I can. I mean this not in the sense of eating fine food on the deck of a large yacht, but in the sense of choosing the best action at each moment in time. This question has consumed Western thought at least since Aristotle. In the words of the Wikipedia article on Aristotelian ethics:

Aristotle first used the term ethics to name a field of study developed by his predecessors Socrates and Plato. In philosophy, ethics is the attempt to offer a rational response to the question of how humans should best live.

 


Painting of Aristotle by Francesco Hayez. Public domain.


To live best, I ought to continuously live better, that is, I must continue to grow as a person. After exiting Christianity, I was pretty tired of working on my self and my systems of meaning making, and I stopped for a while. Maybe this was a fatigue-induced shock reflex, or maybe it was a ‘vacation.’ But I can’t remain stopped forever. It’s not so much about quickly reaching a goal as it is about keeping growth going. I hope to live several more decades, so I have plenty of time to grow. I want to cultivate and sustain growth in a reasonable direction. 


In many ways, the direction is definite and pre-set: I know some of what “living better" means, and specifically those around me can imagine a "better Peter.” In other ways, “living better" is actually really vague. (The goal itself is nebulous and patterned.) I think that more technical capability is better than less, all other things being equal, but it’s mostly orthogonal to what I would term “meaning-space.” (Similar logic applies to athletic development of the body.) The more relevant thread is learning to make meaning in more capable ways by expanding my identity to be meta-systematic and meta-rational.


Since meaning is co-created with other people, a big part of doing meaning better is interacting with other people in better ways. Usually, interacting better means being more empathetic, humane, considerate and friendly. Growing in these kinds of ways is the path of virtue. People have been trying to chart the path of virtue for at least as long as history itself. I won’t be a source of virtue innovation; I only hope to more thoroughly apply what is already known.


Living the best I can also means helping other people grow. As a father, this means helping my kids grow. As a husband, it’s helping my wife grow. As a member of society at large, I have a responsibility to help everyone grow.


My overall direction in meaning-space is toward living better and personal growth, plus enabling better living and growth for those around me. Looking forward to the next steps is fundamentally speculative. Probably the most interesting directions are not apparent to me yet, but I ought to head toward my best guess at the frontier. Here are some of the questions I’ve been asking myself: 

  • How can I flow with nebulosity better?
  • How can I grow into a meta-systematic, meta-rational approach to life? Which systems should go in my toolbox?
  • After removing the supernatural, what is left of “spiritual” development?
  • What’s left of the process of leaving Christianity? How do I finish burying Christianity’s toxic bones so that they don’t have the power to poison me?
  • How can I get unstuck on making progress in those areas of life where I consistently make choices that I later regret?
  • How do I help my wife and children to live better?
  • How do I navigate social situations where I need to be respectful of people who disagree with me on matters that encroach on their and/or my identity?
  • In what ways does my exit from Christianity mirror broader social changes? 
  • How do we push society forward to embracing rationality and then meta-rationality? 
  • How do we build meanings that don’t rely on Eternalism for a large society? 
  • What glue would hold a global, meta-rational community together?

For me, these are open questions. I don’t know the answers. At the moment, I have only fractured, tentative ideas. Furthermore, I suspect that the best questions still haven’t come along. 


While drafting, I made several unsuccessful attempts at answering subsets of the above questions. But this post wants to remain unfinished, open-ended, semi-infinite. So after achieving the trivial lemma that I should live better and after kicking up the dust of a few confusing questions, the remainder is left as an exercise for the rest of my life.