In general, we ignored social reality, basing our networked cosmos on the intellectual meanderings of a certain kind of white male psyche. We thought that Metcalfe's law on networks and Moore's law on processor power would change everything. But people don't change every 18 months; cultures don't start moving faster than processors. People don't increase their value with the increase in value. Whoops. Based on the idea that culture and technological capabilities ran parallel, the "New Economy" is crashing into flames as a new reality sets in - that people use computers, not the inverse, and all the technology in the world won't push people into buying enough gizmos to justify a stock price at 20,000 times earnings. Recession is over the horizon, apparently. And yet all is not lost.
I would speculate that the human capacity to resonate sympathetically is at the root of music's species-wide significance. Music allows one to grasp physically that the external world is our kin. Music incites perceptual vitality, and the well-performed music of every culture offers hints to consciousness of the world's on-going currents. Music reinforces the broadly religious insight that we share our world with others and the ethical ideal of living in harmony with them. It not only presents these ideals to our intellects; it offers a perceptual experience that serves to ground them.
Tuesday, February 27, 2001 03:50 p.m. Scanner Making Music From Kravitz, Lopez Pictures: "Experimental electronic guru Scanner is living up to his name by making music with a unique computer program that translates scanned images into sounds." Our good friend Cerebral has also been known to dabble in such technologies.
However, according to the analysis at Slashdot, this is a blatant lie -- spin, propaganda if you will. And, in fact, CD sales are up this year. Don't believe the hype!
Monday, February 26, 2001 12:30 p.m.
What makes "good" music? Is there any kind of objective standard with which we can judge the quality of a piece of music? Is some music better than others?
I believe that there is no such thing as objectively "good" music. People like different things. And people like things for different reasons.
Context is very important. What were you doing and how were you feeling when you first heard it? What kind of people also like this kind of music? Who introduced you to it? What do your friends and family think of it? What does the cover art look like? What else is associated with this kind of music? (Style of dress?, attitude?, etc.) Does it make you feel tough? Intellectual? Cool? Progressive? Cutting edge? Different? Is it comforting? Does it make you feel like you "fit in"?
Some people like to dance, so they prefer dance music. Some people like new ideas, like to be challenged, so they prefer intellectually challenging music. But, I would say, it is usually more complex than that. It often depends on the time, the place, the culture, the setting, the mood.
It is silly for people to think that their music is superior, or that a certain genre is without value. Music is more than just sound waves. It is a complex phenomenon that cannot be separated from its personal, social, and historical context.
Monday, February 26, 2001 09:56 a.m.
There is an inspiring article in Newsweek about weblogs: "Weblogs aren’t about making money; they’re about revolutionizing communication."
Sunday, February 25, 2001 02:37 p.m.
The new quote in the title bar is from a poet named Hanpo. I found it in the book The Master of Go by Yasunari Kawabata, which I just finished reading. The line was mentioned in passing, but something about it struck me.
In case you were wondering, Go is an ancient Chinese/Japanese game, to which I have been completely addicted for many years. It is really more of an art than a game.
Saturday, February 24, 2001 04:22 p.m. Cerebral's newest splash page is hilarious. Will everyone please tell him to send his portfolio to The Onion. Oh, and while you're at it, go download one of his latest and greatest tracks, Danielle Maysky. Big up!
Friday, February 23, 2001 03:27 p.m.
Is all of this information that I am taking in doing me any good? Am I addicted to information? Am I addicted to novelty? New ideas? Finding the latest info-nugget? It seems to be speeding up my mind, stirring it up. I feel an incredible need to organize it all. Sort it all out. Analyze. Abstract. Why do I do it? What good is it doing me? Can I stop? Am I addicted? I am reeling in the Data Smog. I think I need to get outside.
Do Commodities Reproduce themselves through human beings?
Bins and the history of waste relations
What do we need a freezer for? - The social construction of the freezer use(r) in Finland from the 1950s to the 1980s
Wednesday, February 21, 2001 04:30 p.m.
Man, I have had a terrible week. I won't go into the details, but I just want to say this. Do not take your health for granted. It is a wonderful, fragile thing.
...attempts to find a quantum theory-style description of the entire universe have shown that the equations spit out an infinite variety of possible universes - an embarrassment of riches, given that most people think there can be only one cosmos.
The usual gung-ho physicist's approach to such problems is to find an excuse to kill off all but one of the infinitude of universes and hope that the one left standing coincides with what we see. More philosophically-inclined physicists, however, have pointed out that there is another way of looking at things.
Perhaps the equations are not giving us what we expect, that is, objective descriptions of an infinite variety of universes. Perhaps they are actually giving us the infinity of subjective views open to observers in one universe. That is, the equations are simply telling us that what we mean by "the universe" depends on our place in it, and even on what questions we ask of it.
Wow. I think something in my brain just popped.
Tuesday, February 20, 2001 06:33 p.m.
I just took the Keirsey Temperament Sorter personality test, and I must say, I am impressed. It pegged me as a "Composer". How did it know!? There were no questions about art, music, or anything like that. This describes me so well, it is scary:
More than the other Artisans, Composers are in tune with their senses, and so have a sure grasp of what belongs, and what doesn't belong, in all kinds of works of art. While the other Artisans are skilled with people, tools, and entertainment, Composers have an exceptional ability-seemingly inborn-to work with subtle differences in color, tone, texture, aroma, and flavor.
Although Composers often put long, lonely hours into their artistry, they are just as impulsive as the other Artisans. They do not wait to consider their moves; rather, they act in the here and now, with little or no planning or preparation. Composers are seized by the act of artistic composition, as if caught up in a whirlwind. The act is their master, not the reverse. Composers paint or sculpt, they dance or skate, they write melodies or make recipes-or whatever-simply because they must. They climb the mountain because it is there.
This ability to lose themselves in action accounts for the spectacular individual accomplishments of some Composers, and yet on their social side they show a kindness unmatched by all the other types. Composers are especially sensitive to the pain and suffering of others, and they sympathize freely with the sufferer. Some have a remarkable way with young children, almost as if there were a natural bond of sympathy and trust between them. A similar bond may be seen between some Composers and animals, even wild animals. Many Composers have an instinctive longing for the wilds, and nature seems to welcome them.
Composers are just as plentiful as the other Artisans, say nine or ten per cent of the population, but in general they are very difficult to observe and thus greatly misunderstood. Very likely the difficulty comes from their tendency not to express themselves verbally, but through their works of art. Composers are usually not interested in developing ability in public speaking, or even in the art of conversation; they prefer to feel the pulse of life by touch, in the muscles, in the eyes, in the ears, on the tongue. Make no mistake, Composers are just as interested as other types in sharing their view of the world, and if they find a medium of non-verbal communication-some art form-then they will express their character quite eloquently. If not, they simply remain unknown, their quietness leaving their character all but invisible.
Monday, February 19, 2001 07:24 p.m.
Everyone pray for me that I do not catch the evil bug that has infected my poor girlfriend.
A study of college students in the February issue of the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, published today by the American Psychological Association, concludes that money is at the bottom of a list of would-be psychological needs that bring happiness and fulfillment.
In order to be happy, the study subjects most needed to believe they were autonomous and competent, to have self-esteem and to feel a sense of closeness with others.
Sunday, February 18, 2001 02:36 p.m.
To commemorate President's day, I urge you to read this wonderful column Unsung Heroes by Howard Zinn. Just to give you a taste:
Why go along with the hero-worship, so universal in our history textbooks, of Andrew Jackson, the slave-owner, the killer of Indians? Jackson was the architect of the Trail of Tears, which resulted in the deaths of 4,000 of 16,000 Cherokees who were kicked off their land in Georgia and sent into exile in Oklahoma.
The nationwide online survey by Ohio-based Progressive Insurance found that 45 percent of married Americans ranked their cars as the thing they considered most important to them.
In answer to separate questions regarding their preferences, only 6 percent rated their children as important and just 10 percent said their spouse or significant other was important to them, the survey said.
The end is near.
Friday, February 16, 2001 06:30 p.m. This guy is my hero.
Friday, February 16, 2001 11:10 a.m.
The new issue of Adbusters focuses on the "digital revolution". I'm not sure what to think of their Cyborg Manifesto. Sounds a lot like Extropianism. Which is another thing I am not quite sure how I feel about.
Wednesday, February 14, 2001 04:58 p.m.
I love to watch the flocking of birds. The way they all seem to be moving as one strikes me as being very beautiful. In 1986, Craig Reynolds came up with a way of modeling this. His 'boids' follow simple rules, yet produce this apparently complex behavior.
Hundreds of long-lost works of ancient Greek and Latin philosophy, science and literature – possibly including works by Aristotle, Archimedes and Seneca – are about to be rediscovered in what promises to be the most important re-emergence of classical literature and thought since the Renaissance.
Tuesday, February 13, 2001 12:24 p.m.
Meet the people who are running your country (and spending your tax money): Bush Incorporated is Open for Business.
Tuesday, February 13, 2001 10:09 a.m.
I'm really looking forward to this movie:
Waking Life, originally shot on digital video with live actors, stars Wiley Wiggins (Dazed and Confused) along with numerous other Linklater film alumni and presents a revolutionary approach to animation by transforming a cast of dozens of live actors into unique characters, each interpreted and animated by a different artist. The animation phase of the film will be done entirely in Austin, under the supervision of LineResearch--the new digital animation studio founded by Bob Sabiston, Tommy Pallotta and Richard Linklater.
After editing was complete, the animation process began using software invented by Sabiston. The software allows artists to paint over the digital footage using a technique of interpolated rotoscoping. Individual brushstrokes can be stretched smoothly across a range of frames, giving the animation a unique look, which Filmmaker Magazine describes as "shimmering impressionism with a pop cartoon flair."
Inside a defunct department store in the heart of London's shopping district, dozens of yellow bins move slowly along conveyor belts toward the mouth a gigantic blue machine. Workers in jumpsuits systematically catalogue and weigh the contents of each one.
This is British artist Michael Landy's newest work: The items in the bins - coats, photographs, paintings, furniture - are all of his belongings. Over the next two weeks, everything he owns - including a red Saab - will be destroyed.
The Bonobos are being killed for their meat in the chaos of the country. A makeshift orphanage struggles to save them...
Unlike other apes--and humans--where the males usually rule, bonobos are governed by females. Cooperation often overrides conflict in bonobo society. The reason, as one researcher coyly put it, is "an unorthodox repertoire of behavior": almost constant sex.
Monday, February 12, 2001 11:14 a.m.
I made pancakes for the first time ever this morning. It really is quite easy. Be not afraid!
Monday, February 12, 2001 10:20 a.m.
There are so many interesting things on Follow Me Here from this past weekend that I figured I would post a link to the weblog instead of ripping them all off. This is hands down my favorite weblog on the net. Highly recommended.
Saturday, February 10, 2001 05:02 p.m.
I have been thinking a lot recently about adaptation. Adaptation is the tendency for the mind to become accustomed to its situation over time. Our minds only really register change, contrast. To take an example that Alan Watts likes to use, imagine that someone puts their hand on your leg. You notice that because it is a change. But, if they leave their hand there, and do not move it at all, you will eventually stop noticing it. Because, it is not changing. But if the person strokes your leg repeatedly, you will continue to notice it, because change is taking place. Touch, no touch, touch, no touch. On, off, on, off. Vibration.
Our brains are attuned to pick up things that are different, things that are changing. They are wired to pick up contrast. And this is true down to the level of neurons.
And it makes sense from an evolutionary perspective. If we spent too much time appreciating the grass or the nearby mountain instead of the lion that just appeared (a change!), we probably wouldn’t last very long. Things that stay the same in our environment are usually not dangerous (the landscape, etc.).
It is contrast that keeps our attention. Change. Imagine eating chocolate cake for every meal. You would eventually get sick of it. You would no longer enjoy it. There is no contrast. In order to appreciate, to enjoy something, there must first be the LACK of that thing. Who appreciates (and enjoys) a tall glass of water more than the extremely thirsty man? Who enjoys a warm house, a nice meal, and a comfortable bed more than the construction worker who has been laboring outside in the cold all day? Who enjoys music more than he who has not heard music for days, weeks, or months?
But, in our culture, we are afraid of the lack, the negative. We constantly seek the positive. We try to fill up every moment with some sort of stimulation, some sort of entertainment. We are afraid of silence. We eat the richest foods whenever we want. We loathe any kind of work or physical labor. But, without work, it is impossible to appreciate leisure! You cannot have up without down! You cannot have foreground without background! You cannot have sound without silence! By always chasing after the positive and not allowing room for the negative, we are making our lives dull.
Friday, February 9, 2001 09:19 p.m.
In case you are in the mood for some Flash eye candy, I highly recommend Nosepilot and the new Lexaunculpt Site.
Friday, February 9, 2001 07:55 p.m.
Check out this wonderful interview with Boards of Canada (from XLR8R magazine). This one will be of particular interest to those producers and composers out there.
"I do actually believe that there are powers in music that are almost supernatural. I think you actually manipulate people with music, and that is definitely what we are trying to do."
Friday, February 9, 2001 05:30 p.m.
Ok, well, I think I have the design looking acceptable now. More coming soon... For now, it's time to go home.
Friday, February 9, 2001 01:20 p.m.
Ok, so I am a retard. I can't seem to decide how I want my web pages set up. Hopefully I will be sticking with this one. This site is hosted from pitas.com, and it allows me to make updates VERY easily. We'll see...
Friday, February 9, 2001 11:34 a.m.
This is a test entry with a link to my music site.
Friday, February 9, 2001 11:25 a.m.
This is a test entry.