Sally and Tom have encouraged me to post these picts. I have a cold and my new relationship to the TP got Ico a bit wound up.
Cory Doctorow transcript of another good Bruce rant. (at SXSW)
Howard Stern .mp3 "Bad American Presidents": [1:14, 2.3 MB]
A couple of museum shows to see:
Singular Forms (Sometimes Repeated) at the Guggenheim. Lots of classic Minimalism and such.
Byzantium: Faith & Power at the Met: Lots of classic icons and such.
Singular Forms (Sometimes Repeated) at the Guggenheim. Lots of classic Minimalism and such.
Byzantium: Faith & Power at the Met: Lots of classic icons and such.
looking for a jukebox to play the mp3s on your server? I'm one of the happy, ignorant interface users referred to in this correspondence below. Go Glirnath!
B. Smiley writes to Glirnath creator: The last few times I have had friends over for dinner and games we have been using Glirnath (0.16.2) to play music. It has been very popularly received. We pass around an iBook (with WiFi) at the table so people take turns picking a few tunes. Everybody has been able to use the system with a minimum of introduction -- ususally I point out that the file path is partially an HREF and then they are able to navigate.
I have evaluated several jukebox packages, and Glirnath is appealing for its simplicity. Another appealing factor of Glirnath is the inclusion of mixer control -- very useful. This is not a feature in rdtj, for example.
The id3 is a good addition, the extra information is often sought after by listeners, and not all my mp3's are well-named.
The quicktime module is missing, which generates the occasional error, but you probably know that. The Glirnath site becomes unavailable to the browser until the mp3 which generates the error is finished playing. So it is not fatal, merely an inconvenience.
nice work!
Glirnath replies: That's great! I always love to hear creative ways that people use the Glirnath. I also tried several jukeboxes a few years ago, and I wrote the Glirnath because I didn't particularily like any of them. I'm glad you agree.
Support for more formats and better security and error/sanity checking are coming in the next release, as soon as I have time to actually work on it.
It's been a busy year. But hearing from people who use it certainly helps in terms of motivation.
I'd also welcome any other suggestions you (or your friends) may have.
Thanks for supporting the Glirnath!
B. Smiley writes to Glirnath creator: The last few times I have had friends over for dinner and games we have been using Glirnath (0.16.2) to play music. It has been very popularly received. We pass around an iBook (with WiFi) at the table so people take turns picking a few tunes. Everybody has been able to use the system with a minimum of introduction -- ususally I point out that the file path is partially an HREF and then they are able to navigate.
I have evaluated several jukebox packages, and Glirnath is appealing for its simplicity. Another appealing factor of Glirnath is the inclusion of mixer control -- very useful. This is not a feature in rdtj, for example.
The id3 is a good addition, the extra information is often sought after by listeners, and not all my mp3's are well-named.
The quicktime module is missing, which generates the occasional error, but you probably know that. The Glirnath site becomes unavailable to the browser until the mp3 which generates the error is finished playing. So it is not fatal, merely an inconvenience.
nice work!
Glirnath replies: That's great! I always love to hear creative ways that people use the Glirnath. I also tried several jukeboxes a few years ago, and I wrote the Glirnath because I didn't particularily like any of them. I'm glad you agree.
Support for more formats and better security and error/sanity checking are coming in the next release, as soon as I have time to actually work on it.
It's been a busy year. But hearing from people who use it certainly helps in terms of motivation.
I'd also welcome any other suggestions you (or your friends) may have.
Thanks for supporting the Glirnath!
"It is difficult/ to get the news from poems/ yet men die miserably every day/ for lack/ of what is found there."
-William Carlos Williams
-William Carlos Williams
Manga and anime artist Leiji Matsumoto designs a water taxi. For real.
Hey, Mr Wilson, I looked out my window yesterday and guess what I saw.....
a hawk. Do you think it was just passing through or do you think Tompkins has it's own? The Christadora seems like a good perch.
When The Kitchen launched the New Music, New York festival in 1979, it created a "genuine landmark in the evolution of a genre" (The Village Voice).
N E W S O U N D , N E W Y O R K F E S T I V A L
25 Years Beyond New Music, New York
N E W S O U N D , N E W Y O R K F E S T I V A L
25 Years Beyond New Music, New York
The Memory Hole has a cool page up
Inside The CIA Museum
Some amazing stuff there, the place resembles The Museum of Natural History as much as it does Q's workshop.
Inside The CIA Museum
Some amazing stuff there, the place resembles The Museum of Natural History as much as it does Q's workshop.
mr wilson and his wunderkammer.
A scholarly Celtic blog from the Digital Medievalist. She also explains why the Mac is the Celtic computer (OK, maybe that one’s obvious....)
anybody know there were earlier silent film versions of books from the wizard of oz series? frank baum direct this one, only $3.99 for the public domain bad print dvd. theres also a fair amount of crap to browse through in their cheapie section.
Cory Doctorow's "impressionistic transcript" of the Zack Exley / Eli Pariser MoveOn keynote from the SXSW conference.
amy's mother's messages
Lagrimas y sangre--tears and blood.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/talking_point/3500774.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/talking_point/3500774.stm
Here's a long post, so long---I promise, I won't impose this way again. My apologies, and my thanks for this forum, in advance. .
No longer to see that ruined face, as I have seen it, off and on through a loop that has now stopped: At the back of "the house" at a professor's play done at wooster st.; at an early desk reading--I remember resenting the implacable image of "man at the desk talking about himself." Coming and going, walking, down through the years of New York---outside the "bad museum," on the bowery with shafransky in '87, to the monstrous box, which I didn't really find funny, only brackish, like my own family's peculiar humor, and sad.
In early December, I passed Gray and some of his friends walking down 1st Avenue, seemingly in fine fettle. I looked at him, and he returned the look, as he always did: I think it was a theatrical impulse, since although I had seen him around often throughout the years, I never knew him. In the past, I had seen him gaze back with either intense and impersonal amazement, or with a glance of acknowledged common humanity. In December, I observed the look of doubt, and I thought, "oh, but he's better now. . ."
If I continued to search, I'm sure I could come up with better poems to use instead of my own clumsy voice. I'm posting one by W.S. Merwin (before he got "soft"), and one by Wallace Stevens, both fellow New Englanders.
Beggars and Kings -- W. S. Merwin
In the evening
all the hours that weren't used
are emptied out
and the beggars are waiting to gather them up
to open them
to find the sun in each one
and teach it its beggar's name
and sing to it It is well
through the night
but each of us
has his own kingdom of pains
and has not yet found them all
and is sailing in search of them day and night
infallible undisputed unresting
filled with a dumb use
and its time
like a finger in a world without hands
Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock -- Wallace Stevens
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches Tigers
In red weather.
No longer to see that ruined face, as I have seen it, off and on through a loop that has now stopped: At the back of "the house" at a professor's play done at wooster st.; at an early desk reading--I remember resenting the implacable image of "man at the desk talking about himself." Coming and going, walking, down through the years of New York---outside the "bad museum," on the bowery with shafransky in '87, to the monstrous box, which I didn't really find funny, only brackish, like my own family's peculiar humor, and sad.
In early December, I passed Gray and some of his friends walking down 1st Avenue, seemingly in fine fettle. I looked at him, and he returned the look, as he always did: I think it was a theatrical impulse, since although I had seen him around often throughout the years, I never knew him. In the past, I had seen him gaze back with either intense and impersonal amazement, or with a glance of acknowledged common humanity. In December, I observed the look of doubt, and I thought, "oh, but he's better now. . ."
If I continued to search, I'm sure I could come up with better poems to use instead of my own clumsy voice. I'm posting one by W.S. Merwin (before he got "soft"), and one by Wallace Stevens, both fellow New Englanders.
Beggars and Kings -- W. S. Merwin
In the evening
all the hours that weren't used
are emptied out
and the beggars are waiting to gather them up
to open them
to find the sun in each one
and teach it its beggar's name
and sing to it It is well
through the night
but each of us
has his own kingdom of pains
and has not yet found them all
and is sailing in search of them day and night
infallible undisputed unresting
filled with a dumb use
and its time
like a finger in a world without hands
Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock -- Wallace Stevens
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches Tigers
In red weather.
Mr Wilson's review of The Passion Of Christ is the most considered and thorough I've come across.
animal instincts
adult swim
Miso soup invasion. BYOS (bring your own sake)
