Although I had taken a programming class at the
university, and I had coded some BASIC on my
brother's Trash-80, I was not free to program to my
heart's content until I bought a Coleco ADAM computer
with built-in daisywheel printer and cassette storage-
tapes. I wrote long programs and printed them out on
the letter-quality printer. My favorite program was the
World Lit Language Tutor for learning Latin. Some outfit
back East almost bought the program from me for
publication and marketing, but they wanted me to create
a lot more lessons than the one included with the
program, so we broke off negotiations. I later rewrote
the program for the Commodore Amiga, and it went into
limited circulation. The Coleco ADAM took on for me a
memetic signficance when I purchased the add-on of a
state-of-the-art 300-baud acoustic modem for calling out
to other computers. Coleco had been hoping to offer a
600-baud modem, but it came out as 300-baud. Very
soon other computers were offering 1200 and 2400
baud modems, and the Coleco ADAM was dying on the
vine. The Apple Macintosh was not out yet, and IBM
clones were sweeping the market. I did not care,
because 300 baud was fast enough for me.
Here in Seattle we had a free newspaper called the
Puget Sound Computer User. Each month it had a list of
telephone numbers where you could dial out by modem
to a Bulletin Board System (BBS). Suddenly the
Mentifex AI memes were off and running. Sometimes a
BBS would have a connection to something called Fido-
net, that stretched all the way around the world. I started
posting about Mentifex AI on one BBS after another.
Some people on one BBS invited me to join them on
their own special literary BBS called Invisible Seattle,
which later morphed into an archival Web site. Another
BBS was being run on an Apple ][ by an individual even
stranger than myself, who saw me typing into his BBS
called The Constant Society and broke into the session
to begin a direct on-screen conversation with me about
how to say various things in Latin, like ancilla Dei for the
handmaiden of God. It was very rare that the operator of
a computer BBS would interrupt me and communicate
directly, but each operator had the ability to observe
user behavior in real time. Often a BBS would have a
twit key for bumping any user off the system if he was
acting like a twit. One BBS operator was quite amazed
that I was using a 300-baud Coleco ADAM to
communicate on his BBS. Another operator broke into
my session and demanded to know what I was looking
for, because he was operating a public BBS but he
wanted me to hurry up and log off so that his friends
could call the BBS. It was a mark of great prestige to
host your own BBS that could become the central
meeting place of an on-line community. The operator of
the Constant Society BBS, however, had his own wild
and woolly memetic agenda and he wanted to recruit
me to help him formulate certain memes correctly in the
ancient Latin language that I knew inside-out. I could
read, write, think and sometimes even dream in Latin
after taking Latin for eight years and teaching Latin for
four years. The head of the Constant Society
(membership: two individuals) invited me to come and
meet him face-to-face at the International House of
Pancakes (IHOP) in the University District. KM1, as he
called himself (for Keymaster One), was an eternal
student who lingered on in the math department and
staved off earning his degree as long as possible. His
main haunt was the now gone but then glorious coffee
house called the Last Exit on Brooklyn. He wanted me
to join his tribe of acolytes consisting then of himself and
one other guy, a love-struck undergraduate who wanted
me to help him impress his would-she-be girlfriend by
sending her "Amor Omnia Vincit" as a message in Latin.
KM1 eventually got written up in a book called
Mathematical Cranks by Dudley Underwood, who told
the world about the handwritten (not typeset) book about
mathematical constants that KM1 self-published and
advertised on the back cover of the main academic
journal for mathematicians, with an enomous Greek
letter Pi as the graphic motif of his message. University
libraries ordered copies of the book because it was
advertised in so prestigious a journal, but many
purchasers were disappointed to find out how shoddily
put together the book was.
KM1 interoduced me to the Internet, which he had
access to and I did not. I had to reach into my backstory
as a former teacher of German and Latin at the
Overlake School in Redmond WA USA and enlist the
aid of my former German student, Joe Telco, who had
become an engineer and worked for a
telecommunications company. Joe Telco and I used to
run into each other after Mass at Christ the King. One
day he told me that he had the parts for the very first
microcomputer, the Mark 8, and wanted to build the
device but did not have the printed plans. He looked at
me with extreme disbelief when I informed him that he
could have my copy of the extremely rare Mark 8
construction booklet. Even before the Altaire came out
and made Bill Gates the richest man on Earth, the Mark-
8 was featured on the cover of a computer magazine
that I purchased at the 7-Eleven store across the street
from Seattle Pacific University. You could buy the Mark
8 outright as a bunch of parts to be assembled, or you
could send five dollars away to Berkeley CA USA for
just the plans, which I elected to do. My perusal of the
Mark 8 design document left me with the impression that
the computer would not do much once you had
assembled it, so I held off from purchasing the parts. I
freely gave away the plans to Joe Telco, and he freely
unleashed Mentifex AI Memes for the very first time on
an unsuspecting Usenet AI discussion forum on the
burgeoning Internet.
Joe Telco came to my Wallingford apartment, rang the
buzzer, and I led him upstairs to where I had my 300-
baud ADAM fired up and ready to go. The buzzer thing I
had had to re-connect especially for him. Although I
myself was a merry prankster of sorts, I did not like
being woken up from my deep ambitions of sleeping my
life away by some prankster ringing all the apartment
buttons successively out on the street. The other
sheeple in the building just put up with things that were
starting to happen back then, like car alarms that would
chirp when car-owners approached their cars, or the
installation of intercom buttons in the archway of the
doorway to the Queen City Apartments. Non tulit hanc
speciem Mentifex, and he opened up the intercom panel
to figure out the wiring and to disconnect the buzzer that
outsiders could use to disturb him and summon him. It
was much easier to re-connect the intercom when a
guest like Third Love was expected, than to be
constantly available to whatever idiot pressed the street-
level button. Mentifex even launched a minor meme
right there in the apartment building.
The street level list of tenants next to each intercom
buzzer was an unpardonable sin by the landlord of
blowing the real-name cover of Mentifex Mindmaker. It
was absolutely intolerable to have one's private name
readable out on the sidewalk. Mentifex devised a
counter-measure, that was soon adopted meme-wise by
other residents of the apartment building. On the original
list of names, and each time that the landlord updated
the list of names with new renters, Mentifex snuck down
at night, unscrewed the glass window, and glued a fake
name on top of his real name. The fake name had to
look believable, though, so Mentifex became "O.
Occupante" on the list of names, as if it were an Italian-
style name and not just the word "Occupant". Other
peeved residents caught onto the trick and suddenly
there were three Occupantes all living in three separate
apartments. The landlord must have realized that there
was a rebellion going on and he decided to follow the
advice of the Beatles and Let It Be: no real names were
put back in place of Occupante. I should go there some
time and see if there is still an Occupante or two living
there.
It was much harder to fool the mailman, the telephone
company, and the nationwide publishers of residential
directories. For the mailman I just put up the name
Andrea instead of Arthur, but it did not fool Dmitri von
Hagen who came looking for my erstwhile secret
apartment one day. I had let slip to him one day that on
a Saturday morning I had heard a military band maching
by on the street outside while I slept in, and I had the
feeling that I was being piped out of the Army to my utter
disgrace. I had gone to the window to look out towards
Green Lake, and I had seen the band marching by.
Dmitri already knew that I lived in Wallingford, but he did
not know where. So I was quite surprised one morning
when somebody slid a note addressed to Andrea under
my door. I opened it, and there was Dmitri von Hagen,
grinning from ear to ear in his triumph. He had figured
out that I had to be on the main drag if there was a band
maching by, and the name Andrea had thrown him, so
he wrote a note to Andrea just in case it really was the
wrong apartment.
To fool the telephone company, I had to invent my live-
in significant other named Beta Pictoris. To the phone
company representative it just sounded like a foreign
name, and not like the star Beta in the constellation
Pictor.
The nationwide publishers of residential directories
would leave a query sheet hanging on each doorknob in
the apartment building. I became a female attorney who
lived in the building. Soon I started receiving junk mail in
the name of that attorney, but it was very high-class junk
mail, because I had released a very high-class meme.
It was more difficult to deal with people who had actually
been to my apartment and now knew where I lived.
Besides Joe Telco who visited one single time to help
me publish the Mentifex Tutorial in
net.ai on Usenet, I
had met another Vaierre visitor at my part-time job
selling Amiga computers in the Navy Exchange of the
Sand Point Navy Base. He came to my apartment to
use my Amiga 1000 computer to show me his own BBS
that he wanted me to call at every opportunity. He was a
very likeable fellow and I thought that we were friends,
and I guess I still do. We lost touch for many years, and
then one day I recognized him by his voice. I turned
around and re-introduced myself at the all-you-can-eat
restaurant on Aurora where he was working. I gave him
the Web address of the Mentifex AI project, and I
thought nothing of it at the time. Within a year or two, he
had written a major Mentifex-bashing blogpost about
me, full of speculations about my private life and
descriptions of how weird I was. He even mentioned my
abode that he had visited near Green Lake. I did not
hold it against him, because to Mentifex-bash is human,
and to forgive is divine. I did link to his blogpost from
various memetic venues, and I guess he began to
receive traffic that he was not comfortable with. He
started warning people not to leave adverse comments,
and he eventually removed the blogpost about Mentifex.
Meanwhile he had decamped to a foreign country, and I
have not seen him in years. I would not recognize him if
I did see him, but I would know his voice.
Back when the engineer Joe Telco visited Vaierre at the
dawn of the Internet, he used my Coleco ADAM to log
onto a computer at his place of work in Kirkland across
Lake Washington. Then he had me type in the Mentifex
http://groups.google.com/group/net.ai/msg/3a4429a7b26d40ef
AI Tutorial that I had written down on a sheet of paper in
two parts, one to be published at that time and a second
part that has still not been published. Joe Telco told me
that at midnight the Usenet post would go out from his
company onto the Internet. We said good-bye and I
waited to hear if my first-ever AI post on the Internet got
any reactions.
The reactions were so negative that both Joe Telco and
KM1 were hesitant to reveal the outcome to me for fear
of hurting my feelings and crushing my ego. I was made
of sterner stuff than they thought, but some of the vitriol
unleashed on me was indeed painful. Those who
wanted to give Mentifex the benefit of the doubt were
shouted down by the spitefull know-it-all types who did
not themselves have any solution to the problems of AI
and did not want to listen to anybody claiming to publish
a tutorial of his own AI solution. The brief flurry of
indignant outrage settled down, but Mentifex had made
his mark and had released his meme -- as can you, too,
when you learn the necessary tradecraft put together
here all in one place by Mentifex the memetic
Mindmaker. O fortunatam natam me memetico artem.
Mentifex
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http://www.scn.org/~mentifex/taotmeme.html