TGU.CA
Is available & UGT.CA which hairpins the other way, & GTU.CA too, but it twists the fold of a Watson-Crick bonding The U's folds to a . like it were a diminutive @, er, Adenine - just like a proper Uracyl on a hairpin. The "graphics" could be incredible.
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i just started playing with this hostname / internet subdomain zoning biz -- Amal bought us a domain, krsnadas.org with which to play in the ethereal mechanics. i want Us to own the TGU.CA zone!
i am entranced of Poetry and poesis machinery. What say we stir up a little DNA soup and show the world what it can do with a little AI computations.
We could watch the user play with baubles encrusted with retroflectors - making each uniquely identifiable, like a signature. Allowing authenticated communication. And yet waxen, allowing hir use of constructive geometry.
We could track hir gaze to know what s/he was attending to - what s/he was carving, with a chisel that s/he had mapped from hir bauble, remember the bauble? Baubles more like - tool, carver, and carven.
Or we could do a little electromyographical snooping on the muscles of hir wrist to determine which fingers are moving, how, and with what effort. Maybe even shoot a little juice into those tetanizing nerves for some haptical feedback.
Aim holographical laser scans across hir glasses/polarized screen, a fourier image at the optical plane. Wherever s/he gazes lazes the two worlds.
Oh, and that poetry, that poesis, we could rePsychal every sub/meaningful phrase in the corpus of the languages of Man: and turn it into any rhythm or rhyme your heart devines. Spider all the Web into a thesaurus of Manu.
i just need to be free, can't you see? Lift the winds that i may sail freely in the trust of God almighty.
Remove the clay from my talons, the guacamole on my sole, that it may nourish our earth, and that i may bring back yet more baubles from the seas.
These $hekels are but shackles to me,
they anti the christ inside.
Take them away.
All that i own is not i
Keep this nest and i will fetch a worm.
But i regress, i recurse, you've heard it all before, my old comeon refrain, just rePsychal the compost, the guacamole for the soul.
Untold Generations Through All Creation.
Ascension Grounds http://www.nic.ac Available;
Creating Unknown Genera Around Terra.
(CUG.AT) AT Austria http://www.nic.at Too;
Cheaper Ground Under Canada Though!
http://www.cira.ca
11:18:29 PM 
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