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Science fiction diary. Spent a few days commandeered by the paranoid, smarter-than-thou mind of A. E. Van Vogt; after finishing The War Against the Rull, the Weapon Shops cycle, and Voyage of the Space Beagle I felt like I'd been let out of prison. Someone (David Pringle?) described his books as "visionary but slapdash" and that's true but the author has this quality of certainty about the futuristic folderol that's more than a little scary. He's constantly talking about "superior systems of thought" that are mostly just mind control techniques. You can see why he embraced Dianetics in the '50s (he later unembraced it)--it would appeal to the brain that conceived Nexialism in the late '30s (a cross disciplinary hybrid of all sciences), built a series of novels on non-Aristotelian logic (I didn't like The World of Null-A much), or conceived the "guns against the government" libertarian credo of the Weapon Shops (a scheme dependent on the machinations of an immortal superman working behind the scenes).
Pringle, in his seminal Science Fiction: The 100 Best Novels, considers Charles Harness' The Paradox Men to be the best book Van Vogt never wrote. It, and the later tome The Ring of Ritornel combine some of Van Vogt's swashbuckling medievalism (both Harness novels take place in a future feudal society) and wild leaps of imagination, but are much more satisfying and conceptually tight, and you don't intermittently wonder if the author is crazy. The stories have posthuman themes that anticipate cyberpunk and a strain of quantum mysticism that later comes to full flower in the writings of A. A. Attanasio. Paradox has a character called the "Meganet Mind," a horribly disfigured former circus freak who spends all his time plugged into a vast computerized library (this was written in 1953), and Ritornel features a former poet laureate whose brain is removed and wired into a computer called the Rimor, which dispenses verse and song for a depressive Emperor.
The "disembodied identity" is a constant of Attanasio's. In Radix his Voors are aliens feeding on the energy spraying from a collapsar who eventually become trapped in human bodies, living out their years as vampiric soul-eaters. In Solis the main character is the brain of a man who has himself frozen for posterity only to wake up as a machine component. In several AAA books the dead continue to live as gradually-dwindling packets of photons. Harness presages all this with the Rimor and also his characters in Ritornel who go into "the Deep" between galaxies and reemerge as antimatter beings, walking among normal humans by means of matter-protecting skin prosthetics. And speaking of the space between galaxies, to bring this full circle to Van Vogt, there is nothing quite like his image of a red horned devil creature hovering in that trackless void only to be awakened after aeons by a passing earth vessel. This is the basis of the plot that became the movie Alien--the creature is taken into the ship and begins laying eggs in the crewmembers' bodies.
"Song 11 (Magic Fingers)" [mp3 removed]
Deleted background instruments in photo inspired by this post [link removed] on "unwitting Baldessaris."
Hacking vs Defaults, an argument about types of Internet art in table form by Guthrie Lonergan. The blog you are reading is proud, yet...humble to be included in the scheme. For more Defaults than you can possibly consume at one sitting see the Year in the Internet 2006, which includes Lonergan as curator and also Travis Hallenbeck, whose exquisite taste in the Internet is a constant inspiration.
For example, handmade plastic models of Rick Wakeman's keyboards, this Google video documenting a slow-playing cassette deck, and these great, perfectly centered photos of food.
The YearIn The
Internet
2006
"We asked some people what their top ten links of the year were for 2006. This is what they said."
- Michael Bell-Smith & Cory Arcangel
The Year in the Internet 2005
"Song 10 (MG)" [mp3 removed]
jimpunk: "Buckyball Bob" [179 KB Quicktime .mov] (1.5 second loop)
originally here as a downloadable .m4v for those little white players that people have.
(the buckyball is by me.)
An excerpt from More Brilliant than the Sun, a 1998 book on music by Kodwo Eshun, was posted on this blog six years ago in March. Here it is again, and it will be reposted yet again in 2013, that's how much I like it:
There are no drum-machines, only rhythm synthesizers programming new intensities from white noise, frequencies, waveforms, altering sampled drum sounds into unrecognizable pitches. The drum-machine has never sounded like drums because it isn't percussion: it's electronic current, synthetic percussion, syncussion. The sampler is at first termed an "emulator," as if it does nothing but imitate existing sounds. Calling the rhythm synthesizer a drum-machine is yet one more example of [r]earview hearing. Every time decelerated media writes about snares, hihats, kickdrums, it faithfully hears backwards. Electro [music] ignores this vain hope of emulating drums, and instead programs rhythms from electricity, rhythmatic intensities which are unrecognizable as drums. There are no snares--just waveforms being altered. There are no bass drums---just attack velocities.Somehow the passion and insight of this writing in response to music that was revolutionary ten, fifteen, twenty years ago, ought to be held onto in the face of overwhelming excess production--the microchip revolution that has probably resulted in more djs than listeners, as represented by the surfeit of grooveboxes in stores and on eBay. What if there were only a few of these left in the world? Someone would be hacking the chips for sure once the factory-intended "unlimited sonic possibilities" had run out. When writing music for machines like this--and it's a hoot, I recommend it, they're cheap used, kind of a latter day harmonica or skiffle pole--I sometimes envision a jaded, overworked "holy man" of a post-apocalyptic tribe that has somehow preserved one of these rarities (plus a generator, amp, and speakers). The tribe engineer is constantly tweaking it, and together they are responsible for keeping people amused and "up" at all events requiring shamanic jubilation such as weddings, funerals, and war rallies.
John McCain defends Bush's strategy. Contrary to media hype, John McCain is not a moderate Republican. He is a war hawk, and wants to kill American soldiers to prop up Bush's vanity and bad judgment.
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