#misrecognition

[processzine-org]

ASCII visualiser — study #01

Built a browser visualiser that speaks in glyphs instead of bars. ASCII as coded language → misrecognition → APD. Spacebar swaps the symbol on beat; keys punch the signal (I invert, G glitch burst, E edge-stretch, S stutter, N noise surge, B blackout, Z/X zoom, H heavy smear). Everything is grayscale, photocopy-crushed, and a little wrong.

This clip uses Emptyset’s Fragment as the motion reference. Next: feed signal // noise stems through this, then back out through The Interpreter — CRTs, waveform/oscilloscope, VHS and Hi-8 — for another round of recursive distortion until the caption becomes the sound.

Try it out: https://processzine.org/visualiser

[polyanthea]

He thought he saw an Elephant, That practiced on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter from his wife. "At length I realize," he said, "The bitterness of Life!"

-Lewis Carroll, "The Mad Gardener's Song"

[processzine-org]

REWIND TEST // signal path check (RX-150A + RD-15F)

Short clip in this post: the counter / ticker counting down as I rewind signal // NOISE back through the deck — time running in reverse, information rethreading itself.

Stills: vintage Rotel stack doing what it was built for:

Rotel RX-150A (amp / tuner)

Rotel RD-15F (tape deck)

signal // NOISE cassette in the window like a tiny monochrome title card: “DSP • signal // NOISE”

Dolby System badge sitting there like a quiet joke about “cleaning up” a signal that was never clean to begin with.

This is me quality-checking the test run of cassettes (as best I can with my hearing) — not “is it perfect?”, more “does the artefact behave?”: level, balance, dropouts, any obvious faults… and the more subtle question: does it still feel like the same machine when it comes back out?

Also: I’ve now got the Avantree Audikast 3 (Bluetooth 5.3 transmitter) hooked up to the amp so I can stream the tape output straight to my CI/HA. Analogue tape → vintage amp → Bluetooth → prosthetic hearing. A whole relay chain of translation layers… which, honestly, is basically the album’s thesis in miniature.

[polyanthea]

The phenomenon of transference—how we all invent each other according to early blueprints—was Freud’s most original and radical discovery. The idea of infant sexuality and of the Oedipus complex can be accepted with a good deal more equanimity than the idea that the most precious and inviolate of entities—personal relations—is actually a messy jangle of misapprehensions, at best an uneasy truce between powerful solitary fantasy systems. Even (or especially) romantic love is fundamentally solitary, and has at its core a profound impersonality. The concept of transference at once destroys faith in personal relations and explains why they are tragic: We cannot know each other. We must grope around for each other through a dense thicket of absent others. We cannot see each other plain. A horrible kind of predestination hovers over each new attachment we form. “Only connect,” E. M. Forster proposed. “Only we can’t,” the psychoanalyst knows.

-Janet Malcolm, "The Impossible Profession"

[dualisticunity]

The Version of You Your Family Still Talks To Isn’t You - Dualistic Unity

The tension isn’t rejection—it’s misrecognition. What part of you isn’t being met in those interactions? https://dualisticunity.com/the-version-of-you-your-family-still-talks-to-isnt-you/

[nedragsigustnik]

🌒 The Fear of Being Seen Too Late

Time: 01:03 AM

Location: My bed, where silence now lives

Mood: Ache wrapped in ritual

We kept playing. He kept misgendering me. And I kept letting it happen.

It became a daily ritual—the second I got home from work, we were online. At first, it was just games. Then it was staying up until morning.

Then it was less about the games and more about the conversations. The laughter. The softness. The way he made me feel like I was someone.

It’s been a week. No calls. No messages. Just silence.

At this time, we’d be deep in conversation. Now I lie in bed, typing this, missing him. Missing the way he spoke to me like I mattered. Missing the way I felt when I forgot to be afraid. He still hasn’t messaged me.

I get it. He came in guns blazing—affectionate, caring, kind. And I got scared.

Scared of falling for a guy who thinks I’m a girl.

Scared of being the exception he didn’t sign up for.

Scared of ruining something that felt good with a truth that felt dangerous.

We got close. He trusted me with something he hadn’t told anyone. I was his confidant.

But I couldn’t be honest with him. I still can’t. And maybe, if I’m being honest, I still can’t be honest with myself.

[tenth-sentence]

In the end, the most significant "misrecognition" is probably not that of animals who overlook each other's sex, but that of scientists who fail to recognize the importance and interplay of these factors.

"Biological Exuberance: Animal Homosexuality and Natural Diversity" - Bruce Bagemihl

[oh-dear-so-queer]

If sex misrecognition were a "cause" of homosexual pairing, one would expect same-sex pairing, courtship, or mounting to be prevalent in these species as a result of "confusion" between transvestite individuals and members of the opposite sex. One would also expect transvestite individuals to be avoided by members of the opposite sex because they do not resemble "obviously" heterosexual partners. Once again, neither of these scenarios generally occurs.

"Biological Exuberance: Animal Homosexuality and Natural Diversity" - Bruce Bagemihl