Passed samizdat from hacker to hacker for the past eight
years, the
Lambda Expressway is a surreal tale in the spirit of
The Phantom Tollbooth. Originally a series of
cassette tape letters recorded on a basement 4-track mixer,
it has spawned a MUD, a written edition, and at least one
sequel. Now, thanks to the freedom-loving peoples of Ogg, you can hear it on
your own computer.
About forever and a day ago, I asked for a CD of the Lambda Expressway, so's I
could rip it.
Some kind soul pressed a CD from fresh lemons and shipped it in an envelope
woven from his own hair. I was elated. I was drafting a speech proclaiming
the praises of this generous benefactor and announcing the release of the
e-lek-tron-ik verzhun of the lambda expressway.
I then got laid off and lost access to machines with modern facilities like
CD-ROM drives, power management hardware, and little rubber feet.
But my new job gave me a fancy-pants black obelisk with rich corinthian
leather. It has four on the floor, factory air, and antique hardwood floors.
It can run for three days on a pint of guinness and it can de-vulcanize rubber.
When playing around with the woody release of Debian GNU/Linux, I stumbled across
In the past, when one wanted to make compressed audio files, one had to use the
"rm" utility, which compresses all files to length 0. Then along came Suzanne
Vega, who managed to compress the lyrics to "Tom's Diner" to a series of
doot-doot noises.
Named "Ogg Vorbis", because you kind of oggle while you listen to the extremely
vorbly sounds coming out of the speaker, it was given away to the world in the
same spirit of universal siblingness and conscientious objection that brought
you the coke
commercials with all the baby boomers singing from the mountains about how
thety'd like to buy the world a social security blanket.
And this brings us back to the Lambda Expressway! I called up Vasco da Gama
last night and we talked at great length about ogg vorbis. He gave me the
instructions for encoding the CD by finding the corresponding cypher wheels and
entering them into the collossus machines in the hold of his trireme. What
came out was joyous music.
Vasco shoved a banana into one of the paper tape readers, and it was fixed.
Out came the vorbized edition of The Lambda Expressway. My mission was nearly
complete!
Smuggling it home in a box full of Communist literature, I fired up my ASR-33
and uploaded the data to zork.net, my
offshore merchant banking system.
Thus, those of you who want to oggle at the vorbized lambda expressway (a saga
to make the one you are reading tremble with performance anxiety), kindly send
the following HTTP request to zork.net
by intelligent squirrel:
