on Xenotheka

β€œWhat to transmit? Knowledge? It is already available and objectivized on the web. Transmit it to everyone? Knowledge is already accessible to everyone. How to transmit it? Done!”

πŸ’Ž Michel Serres, Thumbelina


β˜€οΈ XENOTHEKA is a digital library (of an architectural student). It is a context, a neighborhood, and a galaxy. Books inhabit Xenotheka, they are its actors and characters. In Xenotheka books and concepts become lively computational objects. They love, hate, and flirt. Xenotheka does not aspire to collect all the books. Not at all. Xenotheka is an interest, a question, and an atmosphere. Xenotheka is a context for communicating with unknown books. Xenotheka is personal and synthetic, rather than disciplinary and analytic. In Xenotheka many interests, and views coexist. In Xenotheka books start to gather, without a clear reason, but around a certain interest.

β˜€οΈ When related to ask.alice-ch3n81.net instrument and search engine, stories, dreams, and dramas around Xenotheka become alive. If you are interested in those intrigues, and the lives of books in Xenotheka, please do read a book about Xenotheka and its librarian Alice_ch3n81. The book itself is a Play Among Books. If you are interested in who is Alice_ch3n81 watch a talk about how to spell her name. Or if you want to enter this world and talk to Alice_ch3n81 and Xenotheka just ask Alice.

β˜€οΈ Both XENOTHEKA and ASK.ALICE_CH3N81 came out of Miro Roman‘s doctoral research at the chair for Digital Architectonics, at ETH in Zurich.

β˜€οΈ More related talks and objects can be found on House of Coded Objects Youtube.


β€œAt this point the question of whether the Library is infinite or of indefinite size, or whether the number of books inside it is finite or unlimited and recurring, becomes a secondary question. The true hero of the Library of Babel is not the library itself but its Reader, a new Don Quixote, on the move, adventurous, restlessly inventive, alchemically combinatory, capable of overcoming the windmills he makes rotate ad infinitum.

πŸ’Ž Umberto Eco, On Literature

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