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aliya rahman: every time you try to break my body, you fuel my spirit
Andrej Henny Penny Karpathy
Andrej Henny Penny Karpathy
Log: Friday February 27th
I haven't picked up any brass in a while. Nate did some nice synth overdubs for a Geodes thing we're working on and I thought maybe some brass harmony would be nice.
When I was recording I could hear my heart beat through the long tones. It was a steady disturbance in the tone.
My breath control is terrible, maybe that was it? It really sounded like I was listening to my heart beat though.
I'm not sure what to make of that.
richard barrett - close-up
richard barrett - close-up
wkhtmltopdf was taking a while to build so I went to the hardware store, did a grocery shop, came home... and it's still building...
wkhtmltopdf was taking a while to build so I went to the hardware store, did a grocery shop, came home... and it's still building...
Rest in peace Éliane Radigue
Rest in peace Éliane Radigue
Log: Wednesday February 25th
Rain, snow, rain
Rain, snow, rain
alan partridge's mid morning matters
alan partridge's mid morning matters
If I make another about page, I think I want to make the photo be a re-creation of this Anne Laplantine photo
If I make another about page, I think I want to make the photo be a re-creation of this Anne Laplantine photo
Log: Friday February 13th
swells, drums, bass required
swells, drums, bass required
various - music from the institute of sonology
various - music from the institute of sonology
thirty minutes studying the reading, fourty-five minutes getting it to print
thirty minutes studying the reading, fourty-five minutes getting it to print
bikeshedding delegate
bikeshedding delegate
the lamps are going out - rage thormbones
The trouble with computers is you play with them.
it was the best of times, also it was the worst of times
it was the best of times, also it was the worst of times
I told someone in my dream last night: software moved to the 'cloud' and then it all got bad.
I told someone in my dream last night: software moved to the 'cloud' and then it all got bad.
maybe I do like programming, actually. he mused as programming was declared dead.
maybe I do like programming, actually. he mused as programming was declared dead.
Doing a crossword this morning for the first time in a long while, sipping on my morning coffee I wondered if there was still time before work for writing -- it's just after midnight. Today is going to be weird!
Doing a crossword this morning for the first time in a long while, sipping on my morning coffee I wondered if there was still time before work for writing -- it's just after midnight. Today is going to be weird!
Imagine if in 1992 you could only call your friend if they also subscribed to MTV. That's the way communication systems feel today.
Imagine if in 1992 you could only call your friend if they also subscribed to MTV. That's the way communication systems feel today.
Well The way Goethe died... "It was about eleven in the morning; "he expired," says the record, "without any apparent suffering, having, a few minutes previously, called for paper for the purpose of writing, and expressed his delight at the arrival of spring."A beautiful death; like that of a soldier found faithful at his post, and in the cold hand his arms still grasped! The Poet's last words are a greeting of the new-awakened Earth; his last movement is to work at his appointed task. Beautiful; what we might call a Classic sacred-death; if it were not rather an Elijah-translation, — in a chariot, not of fire and terror, but of hope and soft vernal sunbeams! It was at Frankfort-on-Mayn, on the 28th of August, 1749, that this man entered the world: and now, gently welcoming the birthday of his eighty-second spring, he closes his eyes, and takes farewell."
Well The way Goethe died... "It was about eleven in the morning; "he expired," says the record, "without any apparent suffering, having, a few minutes previously, called for paper for the purpose of writing, and expressed his delight at the arrival of spring."A beautiful death; like that of a soldier found faithful at his post, and in the cold hand his arms still grasped! The Poet's last words are a greeting of the new-awakened Earth; his last movement is to work at his appointed task. Beautiful; what we might call a Classic sacred-death; if it were not rather an Elijah-translation, — in a chariot, not of fire and terror, but of hope and soft vernal sunbeams! It was at Frankfort-on-Mayn, on the 28th of August, 1749, that this man entered the world: and now, gently welcoming the birthday of his eighty-second spring, he closes his eyes, and takes farewell."
Thomas Carlyle: [in death] eternity is seen /looking through time/
Thomas Carlyle: [in death] eternity is seen /looking through time/
snuggle time in kitty town
snuggle time in kitty town
Log: Friday January 23rd
Rusty and I have been exchanging mail art for a few years. He introduced me to a fluxus game where you send one word very infrequently via the mail to someone else, and then at some point they take the words you sent and use them to make a poem and that's the game.
So we played that for a few years and in the meantime did other things too. That's been a very good thing. The most recent of those things Rusty just sent to me:
This video uses some postcards I sent Rusty as visual accompaniment to his friend's hungry stomach.
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just because it's not western classical doesn't make it noise
just because it's not western classical doesn't make it noise