if you’re not going out of your way…

if you’re not going out of your way to avoid ads, consider starting.

not only do you lose your present but long story short, advertising creates false memories, and in a very real way people are stealing your past from you and replacing it with a false one

there’s simply no need to be exposed to the vast majority of ads anymore either, in between adblockers and alternate ways to watch shows. no cure for billboards yet though

march second second march

new preteen is up: sherman’s second march

some thoughts:

  • came out more religious than we thought. that’s in a big way cause the popularization of the ‘weird’ that we like to look into. we had to dig a bit deeper than before, and the result was going into older sources. some stuff ages a bit worse, and there’s only so much communism we can put into a CD. religion is more timeless
  • the verses on Black Block are sampled from an a capella by Utah Phillips. google him
  • the beats date from between 2007 to 2011. the CD was assembled from separate piles of beats and samples, and into an album, mostly in the last week of February 2011
  • boyfriend is a cover
  • electrohead is not a cover
  • the sample on unapologia is real and not taken out of context. we actually considered recutting it to try and get him to make more sense, since he likes to change what his pronouns refer to mid-sentence, but figured that it’d be best left alone
  • this is our longest CD ever and savannah is our longest song ever
  • “message from our sponsor” is our second shortest album song ever and third shortest overall. “uncanny valley (radio edit)” is 4 seconds shorter, “uncanny valley (extended)” is 2 seconds shorter
  • “uncanny valley (radio edit)” is actually too short to go onto a CD
  • savannah is too long to fit on any CD format currently in use. it could fit on a DVD-A though
  • “flaming sanken seven stamp my tote” was the most renamed song on the album. most were different onomatopoeias for that first line
  • “message from our sponsor” made the cut to be on the CD by about 2 hours
  • “a prayer for the nation of africa” is not a complicated audio hack. the speaker really seemed to not have been clear on the difference between a continent and a country
  • despite being in almost every live show, this is the first time that Steve contributed audio to an album. he wrote some of the backing audio in “savannah” and “hate and rockets”
  • i think the only sampled statement in the history of the band that i genuinely can say “i agree with this entirely” is the opening alan moore line in “black block”: “Anarchy is, and always has been, a romance.”

where i make difficult to follow comparisons between things

So after seeing them live, Zoë Keating is the Paul Cézanne of classical cello, and Kaki King the Henri Rousseau of classical guitar.

Not perfect analogies, but the idea is there. Zoë understands classical music theory and that methodology, but rejects it in a conscious pursuit of what became called primitivism in painting (though i prefer Gauguin’s term ‘synthetism’). Her music is intentionally segmented, allowing for a greater tonal and stylistic contrast between the fragments, and these contrasts allow for the audio analogue to brighter colors than usually occurs in more traditional approaches. But it’s not a violent rejection, the classical is there in the background, but only as a launching board.

Kaki King on the other hand is to some degrees the outsider. She comes across as someone who is simply playing with toys, but who’s technical ability makes that playing a spectacle. She isn’t worried about showing the edges of her ability, and by exposing them they become a part of the performance, adding a more direct connection to the audience. Where Zoë is memorized, Kaki is always in part, if not wholly, improvised. It would be a disservice to call her music fauvist as it now implies almost an inability, but she isn’t afraid to step into harsher edges of tone and music when the performance takes her there.

Or at least that’s how a slight synaesthetic with slight apophenia sees it.

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must be a serious post, i used some capital letters.

hook and line neutrality

was working on mixes and watching angelica play ME2, and reading about net neutrality in the background. after about 2 hours of reading, i am of the conclusion that anyone who says they understand net neutrality is either (A) lying, or (B) lying to make money off of it one way or the other

i’d comment on it more, but frankly i’m not qualified to. instead, here’s some thoughts about Mass Effect 2:
1, the game, being a sequel, doesn’t do the “you lose all your items and powers, start over” crap. instead you start a world famous hero who saved the world, and have access to vast resources and near top of the line weaponry and armor. ditto your team. who also are heroes who saved the world and have achieved their own positions of power and greatness.

2, at no point does the game plot fall into the rut of “you need to find the 7 parts of the seal that ancient warriors used to block out the demon” type crap. even the most mundane side quests (aka, the loyalty missions) have better individual plots than most sci-fi books i read. it actually feels like watching hour long episodes of a good sci-fi tv series: each has it’s own complete plot

and yeah, the shooty parts can feel more like an on-rails headshot emulator than an FPS, but eh, it’s not supposed to be a shooter

picture unrelated


selling my VCM-100 djing soundcard. with the included software it’s literally everything you need to do a laptop dj set, pro style. $140

in other words, you get a left and right song, can switch between them using the hardware (like a dj mixer), it does speed synching, auto-synching, and has a separate headphone output for the cues. and it’s neat and metal. and i think has one sticker on the bottom or something.

i’m switching to all ipad. this will allow vinyl, cd, cdr, AND laptop djs to look down on me.

“nobody cares what you did at burningman”

click to enbiggen

road in

double rainbows outside Empire


random firespinner in a fetish getup

ein hammer, waiting for workers and probably screaming in ‘german’

ein hammer, this is what happened when the workers synchronized perfectly

the cornhole, our nearest pub

Nexus soundcamp, their playground at left edge

underneath nexus’ playground

random silk ribbon performer on a more residential street

here at home (department of zombie control) our sound system were mannequins with speakers built into them

some guy setting up the yellow gorilla light ceiling

thunderdome, now in it’s 12th year

thunderdome, opening ceremony: operatic aria part in front of the DPW crustpunks

thunderdome, before a match

thunderdome, during a fight

a random walking artcar

minigolf. it’s like one giant sandtrap

random interactive sculpture, in front of 6 o’clock ring

antfarm. this was actually a 3d maze with dead ends and whatnot

fireflowers, pic 1

fireflowers, pic 2

fireflowers, pic 3

just a statue, i thought it looked pretty. i figure the two snakes represent lower and upper nile kingdoms

mal mart was huge this year, and got placed on the esplanade.

we partied on mr cow, then he dropped us off at like 2 and j. beware of tricksy cows.

this thing was totally movable and shot fire

the tesla coil for megavolts lightning show, random rope dancer in back

firesphere, over by 10 and esplanade. fires moved like waves around it

random sculpture i liked, the shadows would dance unpredictably as it spun

the temple this year. to contrast against the city, it was designed to look like a natural formation where tribes might have met before villages existed. the inside of the dunes had a fake cave network of sorts, with wooden stalagmites and whatnot. for the non-burners, that’s not graffiti on it. people write things they went to let go of, or things important to them, on the temple each year. all of it burns on sunday.

open playa, from temple

me at a saloon camp

pedobear gave out a lot of ice cream

the man, from 7 o’clock-ish

i just liked this car’s style

a pre-saturday show for the main conclave dancers

more of their set

the gentleman cock (he has a tophat you see)

the gentleman cock has an awesome license plate. it’s black california to boot

a random piano on a street, with random person playing

BRAT. clever.

gumby frying bacon

ask me about this in person

those are all woofers. 8 glorious, glorious woofers

thunderdome in a whiteout. 2 vague shapes enter, 1 vague shape leaves

i love whiteouts

seriously, i do

tetris camp

root society’s “dj booth”. the little shapes in the middle of the wall are the djs. you can’t tell, but the inside of the wall is filled with dancers whose outlines you can sorta see

root society during Crystal Method’s show/set

firesphere, nexus, and bat country at night

i have no idea what this artcar is, but the owner had throbbing gristle playing so i partied with him the night before

fire conclave, looking left

fire conclave, jumprope

fire conclave, a hammer team

fire conclave, if you look closely you can see foxy’s firewings in the middle. the san diego team has finished the dragon set piece and now he’s just running amuck

fire conclave, wrecking ball slamming into a little cloth house

video of a chunk of the fireworks that came before the man burned. btw, there’s a bit of an illusion happening here: the wind is blowing strongly towards us so the fireworks are not exploding over the man, but almost directly overhead

i was going to post something from the actual man burning, but i decided not to because, you know, maybe you should have been here

insincerely yours

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burning man 2010 by the numbers:
for me this was number:

sinus infections I had:

days that one lasted:

number of times this stopped me from going out:

pounds of bacon that KAR brought down:
75 (this is not a typo)

pounds of bacon that got fried and handed out:

number of days this took:

“mystery poops” that got dropped in our evaporation pond:

number of injuries I saw at thunderdome:

percentage of those those that required hospitalization:

years I listened to the melvin’s “going blind” until i realized it was a KISS cover on thursday:

number of times jon dressed up like a cat and charged through Animal Control Camp while screaming:

on a scale of 1 to 10 how clever I thought I was for lacing my boots with EL wire before Thursday night:

on a scale of 1 to 10 how clever I thought I was when it came to unlacing them 6 hours later:

number of conversations I had with strangers that started when someone recognized a soulmate using a nude self-portrait, about whether the concept of duality between mind and brain could lead one to draw incorrect conclusions regarding guided group archetype evolution:

invites into cult-like astral projection rituals this earned me:
1 (and hell yes am I doing it)

locked bikes with non-functional gears and cut brakes that I had stolen from me:

total amount of miles i drove on my 3rd and 4th ever time behind the wheel, on my shiny new learner’s permit:

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