Daniel

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If Barack Obama were to copyright his name then he could sue advertisers for enough money to pay off the federal deficit... if he wanted to... which he doesn't.

Or he could just throw a identity theft and/or slander lawsuit at every advertiser who quotes him as saying something that he didn't.

Heck, if he sued everyone who did that he could shut down the internet, or at least bankrupt Rupert Murdoch.

So much wasted potential.

There are a load of machines of fire on the Royal Mile right now. They're amazing. Magical, almost. They feel really industrial, sensible, Victorian, but they are art, pure and simple. Everyone's walking around talking in hushed tones, like when something special is happening. And also, you can get right up to the things. I love that. I like when I'm not coddled, and am trusted to not touch the thing on fire. The only fence is around the puppet thing. And there's a radius marker around the tree, because it moves, but even that is a circle of plant pots on fire.

Wed-Rock: A benefit album that includes John Cameron Mitchell and Margaret Cho doing "Benefit of Love."

My 365 photo project for 2010 begins today:
http://ping.fm/Ne7lf
If you're not a tumblr user, you can subscribe to the RSS feed:
http://ping.fm/y0bOA/rss

I don't know if I'll be posting these individually over here yet. I'm still trying to decide if/how I want to post them separately to flickr and DA.

Listening to Talk Talk. The last of the synthpop records and the beginning of the post-rock magic.

Trying to re-configure an odd life. Once again.

THE MICK 52 contains the most interesting in-depth interview anyone has ever done with UK DECAY.
( Read more... )
Happy New Year!

Artist: Clutter
Title: Four O*Clock Chimes
#ca346
Date: 2009-12-31
Keywords: electroacoustic improvisation; ambient; experimental; electronic; sound art; sonic art; generative; contemporary; acousmatic
(320 kbps)

Four O*Clock Chimes is an album of pure electroacoustic improvisation by Clutter using field recordings from around the UK. Tracks 2-4 were originally recorded for a session on the Jeff Grainger Show on Dandelion Radio in October 2009. All tracks were recorded with a combination of software and hardware and have only been topped and tailed for release no other editing has taken place.

Clutter is Shaun Blezard, an improvising sound artist and musician from Cumbria, UK. He has released a number of albums since 2001 and has supplied music for films, theatre, dance and installations. He has also toured around the globe as Clutter and with Id of Mobius, orfeo 5, Good Noise Bad Noise, Dreamdroning and collaborated with the likes of Susan Matthews and Chris Lynn. Clutter also runs the net label and not for profit arts organisation Earth Monkey Productions
Contact:
http://www.cluttermusic.com

DL:
http://www.archive.org/details/ca346_c
http://www.clinicalarchives.spyw.com

About 20 minutes ago (a little after 23:00 here in Seattle), I became aware of the fact that tonight is New Year's Eve, and in [now] 22 minutes, or 1,320 seconds, it will be 2010. And to be honest, the only thought on my mind that followed that realization was about still needing to go to the grocery store, and then wondering if the 24-hour QFC will be open tonight. (This does mean that I'm entirely sober and not at all "celebrating" in the way that is accepted as normal and expected by the majority of people in the first world.)

Thanks to a friend, NP, I was reminded about the full moon. 2010 has been brought into tide with a Blue Moon.

Being rather unable to entertain any supernatural or spiritual or paranormal beliefs of any kind, this means nothing, of course. But, it is no less a wonderful and beautiful fact of the motions of the universe; and perhaps, my lack of such supernatural (or otherwise) beliefs allows me to appreciate just how amazing and beautiful the universe itself just is. (What is that saying, or quote, about the absurdity of spraying perfume onto a flower?)

I don't have any resolutions. I don't really see any point in doing that, although I can certainly believe that many other people have reason for doing it. I only mean, for myself, there is no point. I never stop trying to better myself in all sorts of ways, never stop trying to adapt and evolve myself according to new perspectives and such. It's empty and meaningless to me to have New Year's resolutions, since they would essentially be no different from any other determinations I already have on a regular basis. There is nothing here in what I am saying that should at all be taken by others to imply some judgment or evaluation of others. It's merely a statement about myself.
( Nothing that profound... )

Anyway, this entry has actually taken a rather different turn from where I had expected it to go, and it's far later now than I had intended to still be typing this damn entry, so I'll have to end it there.

But, a certain little nebulosity asked me about my user icon, because I said I have an image of it tattooed on the back of my neck, and so a photo was requested. I don't usually share photos of me publicly, but since I'm not facing the camera in this one, and since it shows off a chunk of my library, which is something I'm rather fond of and proud of, and so enjoy showing it off - hey, I don't have a penis, okay? I need something the size of which to brag about - I am happy to share this photo below. Not the best picture of the tattoo, but you get the idea. (I didn't use the flash, because I hate camera flashes, they spoil pictures.) Oh, and if you end up wondering, I was wearing a scarf wrapped around my head, like a head band.

( Behind the cut, so as not to take up too much space. )

Fuck you, 2009.
And fuck you too, 2010.
If I'm lucky, I won't get to see 2011.

Tavern on the Green was touching in so many small ways- the staff were clearly helping each other through it, and dinner was a constant soft litany of customers telling one waitperson or another that they'd come back to say goodbye. From there, off to Grand Central (after watching The Fantastic Mr. Fox, a charming expansion/adaptation of the novel- Wes Anderson sure likes his caper movies); sadly, no dancing to be seen. I had an invite to a karaoke bar, but decided to walk uptown, to Central Park, as I was in a more solitary mood. I go there to discover a huge crowd (goodbye, solitude); apparently, there was some sort of midnight mini-marathon, involving running a lap around the park's interior perimeter. I stayed to watch the runners take off at midnight, with a blaze of fireworks and some ferocious snogging (none involving me, alas); as I turned to depart, two gorgeous women in bikinis(!) ran past me, belatedly hauling ass for the starting line.

Not bad, 2010; not bad.

I am listening to Tangerine Dream. An album that sounds like the birth of Universes. I am trying to let it take me away. But, not too far.

I need to be here. Be part of this. I'm not sure what the antecedent is.

And I wonder if that's the problem.

I came to Austin to try to change my life.

I'm still not sure what that means. Doesn't my life change every moment?

I thought this post would be one thing, but it seems to want to be something else.

I need to reclaim this space. To give voice to what I keep allowing to be silent, these strange days. I used to be good at this. Enclosing a moment in words. I feel like I am losing my touch when I need it most.

I came to Austin to be surrounded by people who understand. And most of the time, I am alone.

Well I had plans for tonight. Oh well.

Happy new year!

Here's a snap of Edinburgh's fireworks.



I had a jolly good time.

Oh glinted...

Live steaminess via the Americana in Glendale

I had no clue it had been so long since I posted. I have no idea where the time has gone!

and I'm totally late on having everything together to go out tonight so I can't sit and write anything at the moment......

but for those of you who aren't attending funeral party this evening, this is what I've been up to......

So it looks like Rush Limbaugh overdosed on drugs.

 Here are the first two of several drawings I did and gave as gifts this year. A few people haven't gotten theirs yet so I have to wait to show you (I'm always late ugh!). My neighbors:

and this one was for my awesome Brother: