<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438</id><updated>2011-09-10T05:02:35.586-07:00</updated><category term='future faint fall'/><category term='vacation interrupted by falling flying saucers and there peeple'/><category term='call for help'/><title type='text'>{  nikuko  } alan sondheim {  jennifer  }</title><subtitle type='html'>theory, codework, links to multi-media work, commentary</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-2591548318721492483</id><published>2008-12-21T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:58:01.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/SU8eEBXvj9I/AAAAAAAAAig/ClczY29bhS8/s1600-h/leased2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/SU8c1UgSJyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/9g9W0Hgv6rI/s400/leased4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282472590291642146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/SU8c1JrIjPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/fg_33lcw_Eo/s1600-h/leased3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/SU8c1JrIjPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/fg_33lcw_Eo/s400/leased3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282472587384360178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchange Rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our eyes met. it was at that moment s/he knew s/he'd sign up. I leaned&lt;br /&gt;over to clinch the deal. s/he looked me up and down I was swollen in all&lt;br /&gt;the right places and then some. Chinatour gained another satisfied&lt;br /&gt;customer, hir fantasy money in the bank. let's call this piece Exchange&lt;br /&gt;Rate. geodesics make geodesy. I couldn't forget my future s/he said to no&lt;br /&gt;one in particular. Chinatour will take care of that I said to no one in&lt;br /&gt;particular. :leased hir body hir sheave-skin distended in all the right&lt;br /&gt;places, for what, for Chinatour, the mountain says it all, hir body in the&lt;br /&gt;foreground. I can't see clearly I said, I'm distracted. that's my job,&lt;br /&gt;s/he said, I'm Chinatour, if you look at me I make money for them, you&lt;br /&gt;can't help it, I can't help it, they pay me, they can't help it either.&lt;br /&gt;where do they go I asked. who. Chinatour. s/he replied not to China that's&lt;br /&gt;for sure. I don't know. but they use the Sung backdrop, Fan-Kuin, some-&lt;br /&gt;thing like that, I don't speak the language. you can't see anything s/he&lt;br /&gt;added, the fog's in the way. it's you not the fog I said and let it go at&lt;br /&gt;that. Chinatour gains a point, maybe five. it's more than I'll ever see.&lt;br /&gt;and these photos, incredible. almost like the real thing. there are no&lt;br /&gt;real things around here. they're as real as they get, you just don't see&lt;br /&gt;them. at least I see, s/he replied. at least I see as well I said not&lt;br /&gt;catching the drift into body and fog, sheave-skin and mountain. our eyes&lt;br /&gt;met.:leased hir body for that ad for Chinatour who knew what would come of&lt;br /&gt;the foreground effacing tao-mudra w/ hermit in the distance well s/he&lt;br /&gt;needed monie as s/he said and flight was easy it's our world s/he said,&lt;br /&gt;there's no tao. there's no tao, nothing, not even emptiness, everything&lt;br /&gt;stricture s/he said, you can't have a thing without a frame &amp;amp; a frame&lt;br /&gt;without a thing. but I can fly s/he said &amp;amp; that's the tao of Chinatour you&lt;br /&gt;can always have an image of the thing if you can't have the thing itself.&lt;br /&gt;even emptiness I asked. even emptiness, if there's no way just turn the&lt;br /&gt;screen off, I won't know, time stops when I'm gone, when I'm back it's&lt;br /&gt;like I never left. even if things changed I asked. I begin where I begin&lt;br /&gt;s/he replied. look at me. I'm ready for it. what's that I asked. movement,&lt;br /&gt;process, s/he said, I can't go farther, Chinatour is looking for me:China-&lt;br /&gt;tour, the velvet fog of the world:Chinatour satisfies your customer:China-&lt;br /&gt;tour, the velvet fog of the world:Chinatour, when your day is done ours&lt;br /&gt;ust begins :Chinatour, when there's smoke there's mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from ESP-Disk night performance at the Bowery Poetry Club (for Barnacled and my re-release of an ESP recording: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alansondheim.org/esp2.mp3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.alansondheim.org/esp2.mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-2591548318721492483?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2591548318721492483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=2591548318721492483' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2591548318721492483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2591548318721492483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2008/12/exchange-rate-our-eyes-met.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/SU8eEBXvj9I/AAAAAAAAAig/ClczY29bhS8/s72-c/leased2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-7346044643158849647</id><published>2008-03-23T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:26:53.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R-b1BRXRjpI/AAAAAAAAAXc/okEX9DDBjOc/s1600-h/classb92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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I've been working on things like the enclosed . The video contains two avatars; each is created with motion capture used simultaneously by two people (therefore four people in all); the stills are from head and body scans of dancers that are then attached to the avatars; in other words there is an entire community here invisible and visible; dancers are Kira Sedlock and Foofwa d'Imobilite; programmer is Gary Manes; production etc. myself; choreography mixed; technical Azure Carter; created at the Virtual Environments Lab, West Virginia University. For a more detailed rendering of the video try &lt;a href="http://www.alansondheim.org/riddle.mov"&gt;http://www.alansondheim.org/riddle.mov&lt;/a&gt; . This work consists of duals, as if the pre- or proto-linguistic self-constructed from oppositions that dissolve into the abject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-7346044643158849647?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2c44afebc9beebea&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7346044643158849647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=7346044643158849647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7346044643158849647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7346044643158849647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2008/03/apologies-for-not-responding-here-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R-b1BRXRjpI/AAAAAAAAAXc/okEX9DDBjOc/s72-c/classb92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-7074897078097794109</id><published>2008-02-03T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:07:36.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R6ZlAlW0fkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ykIIgAeFdpI/s1600-h/bod6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R6ZfllW0fYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rMqBe7NLibY/s400/trueworldword07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162919122114477442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R6Ze2VW0fTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iQH6ci10Cr0/s1600-h/trueworldword08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R6Ze2VW0fTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iQH6ci10Cr0/s400/trueworldword08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162918310365658418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;outline of emanent research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note while the notions of 'code,' 'coding,' 'decoding,' codework,&lt;br /&gt;underlie almost everything below, they're not explicit - nor are the&lt;br /&gt;actions of reading and writing. the actions can be considered emergent&lt;br /&gt;phenomena, and the notions as primitives in the sense of members of a set,&lt;br /&gt;etc. again, the analog and digital phenomenologies are implicit as well,&lt;br /&gt;as are the (related) concepts of abjection and purification. the analyses&lt;br /&gt;of these comes out through praxis, attention to detail, thinking through&lt;br /&gt;mandalic structuring until the scaffolding leads, not to silence, but to&lt;br /&gt;tending. this should be clearer as the work progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should note that the following is both a constitution of my usual/cur-&lt;br /&gt;rent directions and most likely too ambitious. the trajectories circulate&lt;br /&gt;around formal systems and their psychoanalytic/psychological receptivi-&lt;br /&gt;ties, around emanents and 'true worlds,' around edge phenomena which turn&lt;br /&gt;towards the uncanny and abject, around languages, bodies, sexualities,&lt;br /&gt;communalities, and inhabitations. i have increasingly worked through&lt;br /&gt;buddhist philosophies, the analogic and digital at the limits, notions of&lt;br /&gt;'dis/eased' philosophies, deathing and uneasy worlds. now that i have a&lt;br /&gt;clear time to think through these things, the outline below is useful as a&lt;br /&gt;guide; for that matter, it's a guide to the past few years of the 'inter-&lt;br /&gt;net text' as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. motion capture: this conjures up external behavioral characteristics&lt;br /&gt;translated into internal processes (penetration, scale, displacement,&lt;br /&gt;torsion, according to various geometries). think of mocap behaviors&lt;br /&gt;operating within a constrained field with strange attractors / catas-&lt;br /&gt;trophic jumps. continue to develop mocap with new multi-valent sensors&lt;br /&gt;and software rewrites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. turning nodes on and off&lt;br /&gt;2. combining nodes&lt;br /&gt;3. mathesis such that node1 = f(node{n not = 1}), or such that&lt;br /&gt;node1 = recursively f(node1)&lt;br /&gt;4. multivalent sensors such that sensor(x) = sensor[{n}]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are the emergent images here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the possibility of constructing bvh files with additional nodes&lt;br /&gt;determined mathematically from the hardware set? or mathematically from&lt;br /&gt;extraneous data?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the possibility of other organic models (i.e. than human or&lt;br /&gt;animal forms)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IA. data remappings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entry of bvh files into blender:&lt;br /&gt;1. modeled onto abstracted forms&lt;br /&gt;2. modeled onto parent/child forms&lt;br /&gt;3. modeled onto metaball forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blender file outputs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. entry into cave environment: static or dynamic&lt;br /&gt;2. video output&lt;br /&gt;3. what is the possibility of gaming output here? (moving around emanent&lt;br /&gt;environment)&lt;br /&gt;3. second life output: static or dynamic/interactive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IB. interiors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. standardized interiors: sheave-skin, sheave-organism&lt;br /&gt;2. constructed 'model' interiors: solid, transparent, penetrable,&lt;br /&gt;impenetrable&lt;br /&gt;3. abject fluxed interiors: how should these be constructed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IC. interior narratologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. abject/purified narratologies and emanent interactions&lt;br /&gt;2. abjected/purified contents of dis/ease, dis/order, ecstasy, ekstasis,&lt;br /&gt;catatonia, defuge, death/immobility, sexuality, speech/murmured/&lt;br /&gt;whispered/cried/screamed, body formed/deformed&lt;br /&gt;3. tantric/middleway theoretics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID. choreographic mocap (see above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. additional issues of jump/leap, exhaustion, tether&lt;br /&gt;2. video/photographic output as well as bvh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. scan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phenomenology of scanning, causality across scanned lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIA. small scanner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. head/speech phenomena dissected&lt;br /&gt;2. schizophrenias and beam-splitters&lt;br /&gt;3. reflections from coils, air condensers&lt;br /&gt;4. static tantric buddha image: sutured, stitched-displaced, node&lt;br /&gt;combinations and splits&lt;br /&gt;5. wounds, scars, lips, genitals, ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;output into .obj files into blender/cave&lt;br /&gt;output into video/still image files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within blender: solve the issue of disappearance/transparency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIIB. large scanner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. interior scans: rooms with bodies, reflections, dance-studio,&lt;br /&gt;scan-choreographies&lt;br /&gt;2. exterior scans at bretz coke ovens, persona rapid transit (in motion),&lt;br /&gt;soccer fields&lt;br /&gt;3. mobilized body scans in inert environments: reading 2d -&gt; 3d, nature of&lt;br /&gt;the inference.&lt;br /&gt;3. environmental scans with mobilized and peripheral bodies&lt;br /&gt;5. narratologies of such bodies: violence, chase, jump/fall, etc.&lt;br /&gt;6. choreographic narratologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. access grid (open source internet 2 group messaging/environment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. distant interaction with emanents&lt;br /&gt;2. readings of the corporate / corporate bodies: photographs/video&lt;br /&gt;3. theory and discussion, levinas, leder, lingis, etc. at the distance&lt;br /&gt;of telecommunications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. cave and second life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. performance and documentation&lt;br /&gt;2. working/running within emanent interiors&lt;br /&gt;3. and so forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. goals of the above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what does it mean to be in-carnated within the real/virtual/&lt;br /&gt;true world?&lt;br /&gt;2. what are the edge-phenomena/plastic and static limits of the body?&lt;br /&gt;3. of the geopolitical body? of the political-economic body?&lt;br /&gt;performance: abu-gharayb modeling in sl&lt;br /&gt;performance: abu-gharayb modeling in choreography&lt;br /&gt;4. what are the signifiers of bodily arousal/violence/meditation?&lt;br /&gt;how are these constituted within the real/virtual?&lt;br /&gt;5. readings: what does it mean to read the real body? the virtual body?&lt;br /&gt;6. what are the ontologies and epistemologies involved here?&lt;br /&gt;ontological status of the so-called virtual -&lt;br /&gt;schrodinger's cat paradox and collapse of the wave function as model&lt;br /&gt;for simultaneous analogic/digital readings -&lt;br /&gt;seeing through microscopy (tunnel, scanning, optical, etc.):&lt;br /&gt;are ontology and epistemology equivalent at the limit?&lt;br /&gt;(are analogic and digital equivalent at a parallel limit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI. medical model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. internals and externals, static/dynamic. remnants of the visible&lt;br /&gt;human project, gendering of the visual/internal&lt;br /&gt;2. comfort, dis/comfort, ease, dis/ease, hysteria and abjection/fluid-&lt;br /&gt;ity (laycock's 1840 essay on hysteria, kristeva, chasseguet-smirgel)&lt;br /&gt;3. dis/ease, hysteria, and so forth of emanents&lt;br /&gt;distorted emanent behavior and body image (gaz)&lt;br /&gt;distorted surface textures and behavior-collisions (sondheim)&lt;br /&gt;distorted worlding, 'bringing one out of the true world' (etc.)&lt;br /&gt;4. medical model and technology&lt;br /&gt;5. psychoanalytics and technology, psychoanalytics of emanents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII. radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. vlf - very low frequency - body interferences with antenna&lt;br /&gt;reception, phenomenology of body coupling with antenna&lt;br /&gt;2. scanner - social, continuous socio-political landscape description.&lt;br /&gt;3. sw - anomalous signals&lt;br /&gt;4. long-wave - anomalous signals&lt;br /&gt;5. crystal - the receptivity of inert materials, primordial radio and&lt;br /&gt;primordial radio culture&lt;br /&gt;6. phenomenology of the antenna/field: materiality of the world as&lt;br /&gt;electromagnetic channeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII. emanents within fieldings, choreographies, edge/boundary phenomena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIIIA. praxis of edge/boundary phenomena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. analogic and worn emanent boundaries&lt;br /&gt;2. edge / boundary phenomena - physics and psychophysics of the game-&lt;br /&gt;world edge in second life&lt;br /&gt;3. phenomena of the sheave-skin and sheave-skin internals&lt;br /&gt;4. phenomena of medical models in relation to edge/boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIIIB. praxis of edge/boundary phenomena with hardware/software&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. edge phenomena in literature, codework, mathesis of the text&lt;br /&gt;(cramer's and reith's programs)&lt;br /&gt;2. edge phenomena within the motion capture software, poser, blender,&lt;br /&gt;calculations for example of sin(tan x) as tan x nears the&lt;br /&gt;asymptote&lt;br /&gt;3. generalization of edge phenomena into the dialectic between tacit&lt;br /&gt;knowledge (polyani) and error (winograd/flores)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIIIC. live choreographies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. foofwa and soccer (edge phenomena, dancesport, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;2. foofwa with crystal radio, vlf radio, etc. in large field&lt;br /&gt;3. sexuality of ballet (nude ballet, classical or genre figures),&lt;br /&gt;gendering of roles, ballet as emanation&lt;br /&gt;4. anita berber narratologies ('annihilation: to the limit!')&lt;br /&gt;5. foofwa dancework at coke ovens&lt;br /&gt;6. 'body-contouring' of dance/geography&lt;br /&gt;the geography of dance, dance of geography, dance geography&lt;br /&gt;7. 'body-contouring' of dance/technology: dance at the limits&lt;br /&gt;of the machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IX. world-constructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what constitutes worlds? constructing?&lt;br /&gt;world of the text, inhabitation/dwelling/building (heidegger,&lt;br /&gt;dufrenne)&lt;br /&gt;2. what constitutes the true world? worlding?&lt;br /&gt;'true world' in which lines/angles are 'trued' (affine geometry),&lt;br /&gt;'true world' in the sense of 'trued' phenomenologies within which&lt;br /&gt;virtual, real, and ikonic are blurred and interpenetrating, somewhat&lt;br /&gt;equivalent, and within which traditional epistemologies of symbol/&lt;br /&gt;sign/signifier/signified/index/ikon etc. break down (kalachakra&lt;br /&gt;tantra, jeffrey hopkins)&lt;br /&gt;3. 'reading' underlying (substructural, configuration files, guides)&lt;br /&gt;organization of mocap/scan through surface phenomena&lt;br /&gt;(and the relationship of this reading to waddington's epigenetic&lt;br /&gt;landscapes)&lt;br /&gt;4. who is world? communality, consensuality?&lt;br /&gt;the problem of other minds and the problem of consensual other minds&lt;br /&gt;(group hallucinations, vijnanavada, dwarf sitings, ufos, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R6Zd2VW0fPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/w0HomQzXq6o/s1600-h/azuresit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R6Zd2VW0fPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/w0HomQzXq6o/s400/azuresit.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162917210854030578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These images are produced from scanners, motion capture, anything that can analyze or transform the body in unexpected ways. For theory there are the pm.txt, pn.txt, po.txt going up and on at &lt;a href="http://www.alansondheim.org/"&gt;http://www.alansondheim.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- please check for details. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-7074897078097794109?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7074897078097794109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=7074897078097794109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7074897078097794109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7074897078097794109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2008/02/these-images-are-produced-from-scanners.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R6ZlAlW0fkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ykIIgAeFdpI/s72-c/bod6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-4808003265133323296</id><published>2008-01-03T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T05:58:30.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From sondheim@panix.com Wed Jan  2 22:33:&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wed, 2 Jan :33: (EST)&lt;br /&gt;From: Alan Sondheim &lt;sondheim@panix.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Cyb &lt;cybermind@listserv.aol.com&gt;, Wryting-L &lt;wryting-l@listserv.wvu.edu&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Boojum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boojum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cat, Boojum, had to be put to sleep today, in our arms, two days after&lt;br /&gt;her 18th birthday. We were closer to her than most people. She meditated.&lt;br /&gt;She taught patience. We're distraught; she was a good friend, a companion&lt;br /&gt;who helped us through bleak times. She loved olives, asparagus, tomato&lt;br /&gt;sauce. She was beginning to close down; her last purring was about ten&lt;br /&gt;days ago. Losing a companion (Haraway's companion species) is as bad a&lt;br /&gt;loss as any other (in spite of my father, who said, It's not like losing a&lt;br /&gt;person you know). I can't do elegy after days of crying, running to emer-&lt;br /&gt;gency rooms, trying different foods and medication. Below is her Internet&lt;br /&gt;Index, within the crabbed space of my webpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her name, boojum, jean-paul, others&lt;br /&gt;her name, boojum, jean-paul, others&lt;br /&gt;her name, boojum, jean-paul, others&lt;br /&gt;her name, boojum, jean-paul, others&lt;br /&gt;name, boojum, jean-paul, others her name, boojum, jean-paul, others her&lt;br /&gt;name, boojum, jean-paul, others her name, boojum, jean-paul, others hear&lt;br /&gt;the despair among the carbon cacti, boojum trees, even in the midst of the&lt;br /&gt;name, boojum, jean-paul, others her name, boojum, jean-paul, others her&lt;br /&gt;name, boojum, jean-paul, others her name, boojum, jean-paul, others hear&lt;br /&gt;the despair among the carbon cacti, boojum trees, even in the midst of the&lt;br /&gt;Aditya A boggart bogle bonachus bonasus bonedevil bonnacon boobrie boojum&lt;br /&gt;hear the despair among the carbon cacti, boojum trees, even in the midst&lt;br /&gt;forgotten. Now, 2007, we are bringing our cat Boojum, this May 29, to Hope&lt;br /&gt;2003 Boojum the cat who adopted me in 1990, developed breast cancer. She&lt;br /&gt;The cat, Boojum, imagining her, the tenor of her fur, quality of her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;:Boojum Carter&lt;br /&gt;Comments by writer: Boojum is named after the Boojum tree in Baja&lt;br /&gt;fury of cancer and creation. Azure and I are beside ourselves, and Boojum&lt;br /&gt;Boojum, our cat, is checked now daily for a resurgence of cancer; we can't&lt;br /&gt;cat, Boojum, imagining her, the tenor of her fur, quality of her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Boojum Carter Comments by writer: Boojum is named after the Boojum tree in&lt;br /&gt;Boojum Boojum, our cat, is checked now daily for a resurgence of cancer;&lt;br /&gt;cat, Boojum, imagining her, the tenor of her fur, quality of her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Boojum Carter Comments by writer: Boojum is named after the Boojum tree in&lt;br /&gt;Boojum Boojum, our cat, is checked now daily for a resurgence of cancer;&lt;br /&gt;partner, Azure Carter, and their cat, Boojum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boojum Carter (medical report four years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feline, aged 13 1/2, four years after our mother's death, biopsy diagnosed&lt;br /&gt;as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microscopic: MAMMARY MASS ONE - This mass is demarcated and has a well&lt;br /&gt;localized appearance. It is comprised of a collection of neoplastic&lt;br /&gt;epithelial cells that are forming tubules. The tubules are separated by&lt;br /&gt;variably thick connective tissue septa. The neoplastic cells have ovoid&lt;br /&gt;stippled nuclei and a scant amount of eosinophilic cytoplasm. Cytoplasmic&lt;br /&gt;borders are distinct. The mitotic rate is low and ranges from 0-1 per&lt;br /&gt;high-power field. Nonneoplastic tissue is forming margins. There are&lt;br /&gt;scattered aggregates of lymphocytes and plasma cells surrounding the&lt;br /&gt;growth MAMMARY MASS TWO - This is the larger of the growths evaluated.&lt;br /&gt;There are several large cysts. There is a proliferating population of&lt;br /&gt;neoplastic epithelial cells. The cells are organized in the lobules that&lt;br /&gt;are forming occasional tubules. The central areas of the lobules are&lt;br /&gt;degenerate. Neoplastic cells exhibit invasion. One or two layers of cells&lt;br /&gt;line the tubules. The cells have large round vesicular nuclei with&lt;br /&gt;multiple nucleoli. The cytoplasm is eosinophilic, scant and cytoplasmic&lt;br /&gt;borders are distinct. The mitotic rate ranges up to six per high-power&lt;br /&gt;field. Nonneoplastic tissue is forming margins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIAGNOSIS: MAMMARY MASS ONE- MAMMARY GLAD ADENOCARCINOMA, TUBULAR, LOW&lt;br /&gt;GRADE MAMMARY MASS TWO - MAMMARY GLAND ADENOCARCINOMA, TUBULAR CYSTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROGNOSIS: Guarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTS: Feline mammary malignancies should be considered capable of&lt;br /&gt;metastasis and warrant a guarded prognosis at best. The first smaller&lt;br /&gt;growth evaluated is well localized and is not exhibiting invasion. This&lt;br /&gt;appears to be a well-differentiated adenocarcinoma. The second growth is&lt;br /&gt;exhibiting invasion and this growth should be considered as having&lt;br /&gt;potential for metastasis. Lymphatic invasion is not identified with any of&lt;br /&gt;the sections evaluated. These growths appear to be excised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments by doctor: Guarded. Felines tend not to recover. She might live&lt;br /&gt;six months, several years, or less. There is no way to tell. She needs&lt;br /&gt;immune system fortification. The doctor wishes her news would have been&lt;br /&gt;better. The question is whether or not the tubules remain within the body.&lt;br /&gt;The cancer could spread rapidly or even go into remission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments by writer: Boojum is named after the Boojum tree in Baja&lt;br /&gt;California. She is thirteen and a half. She exhibits no signs of illness.&lt;br /&gt;She has been my companion and is highly sociable and nervous, She has the&lt;br /&gt;personality, if not the skills, of a brilliant writer. At the moment she&lt;br /&gt;is sleeping, recovering from the removal of her stitches. She travelled&lt;br /&gt;with us to Miami, where she encountered, even indoors, new and interesting&lt;br /&gt;forms of flora and fauna. Azure and I pray that she will live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: That cancer is always the same, disordered, disorderly, a tough&lt;br /&gt;go whose treatment is violent and invasive as well. The well-defined&lt;br /&gt;structure of the body begins to collapse as tunnels are formed through&lt;br /&gt;highly-organized tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every organism is a world of miracles, and every creature dissolves in the&lt;br /&gt;fury of cancer and creation. Azure and I are beside ourselves, and Boojum&lt;br /&gt;Carter dreams now, not of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sondheim@panix.com Thu Jan  3 08:39:&lt;br /&gt;Date: Thu, 3 Jan :39: (EST)&lt;br /&gt;From: Alan Sondheim &lt;sondheim@panix.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: arc.hive@anart.no&lt;br /&gt;Subject: elegy for Boojum, our companion cat, we are all poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elegy for Boojum, our companion cat, we are all poor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i can't do elegy' -&lt;br /&gt;this is a poor and sleepless poem -&lt;br /&gt;when something's at the limit there's nothing more to say -&lt;br /&gt;for a moment i might have reversed the process&lt;br /&gt;but heard nothing more than wailing or sounds like an animal -&lt;br /&gt;nothing of crying, just tattered sound -&lt;br /&gt;nothing of warning, fear, existence, trepidation -&lt;br /&gt;nothing can be said on either side of death -&lt;br /&gt;neither this one nor that one -&lt;br /&gt;neither this nor the other -&lt;br /&gt;death is an other -&lt;br /&gt;(eighteen years, and death is an other) -&lt;br /&gt;death is everywhere, death is not around -&lt;br /&gt;(eighteen years, and death is everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;death is poor, death is not around) -&lt;br /&gt;always already other can't speak can't hear can't see -&lt;br /&gt;double needles, of sedative, of anesthetic overdose -&lt;br /&gt;doubled needles -&lt;br /&gt;who are these people &amp;amp; their kindness -&lt;br /&gt;(eighteen years and the kindness of strangers) -&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with it, the other's never done with it -&lt;br /&gt;always the last trip last day last night&lt;br /&gt;last meal last touch last scent last sound -&lt;br /&gt;(eighteen years and the last day and night,&lt;br /&gt;last touch and meal, last scent and sound) -&lt;br /&gt;in and out of the thick of it -&lt;br /&gt;the thick of it never changed -&lt;br /&gt;it stayed dry, viscous, substance and fissure -&lt;br /&gt;it's uncomfortable, stains, sticks to everything -&lt;br /&gt;lives on in us, exchanged, drops to the ground -&lt;br /&gt;crawls out, walks to the sea, drops to the ground -&lt;br /&gt;i can't drop to the ground, i drop to the ground -&lt;br /&gt;there's an elegy on, everyone's there -&lt;br /&gt;she says i think we're at the beginning of speech -&lt;br /&gt;she says she's very sad and wants to go hone -&lt;br /&gt;she stood dry, unattended -&lt;br /&gt;(eighteen years and dry and unattended,&lt;br /&gt;accompanied and unaccompanied, who can go&lt;br /&gt;into and out of the world) -&lt;br /&gt;the fire went out, into the world --&lt;br /&gt;today someone counted elements,&lt;br /&gt;earth, fire, water, wind, air, heat, dearth,&lt;br /&gt;wood, &amp;amp; metal -&lt;br /&gt;(eighteen years and the counting of elements) -&lt;br /&gt;how was the air, the air was cold, bitter,&lt;br /&gt;the wind harsh, we turned the carrier against&lt;br /&gt;the wind, dearth of it all, harboring a flame&lt;br /&gt;until the last, dying in our arms, the metal table,&lt;br /&gt;off to a far wood of hunting -&lt;br /&gt;the world is filled with secret coordinates -&lt;br /&gt;impermanence of the metallic -&lt;br /&gt;she says she thought of the limit -&lt;br /&gt;in a small heaven somewhere -&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now we are silent in the night, existence is silent -&lt;br /&gt;existence crawls, we heard her cries, the catheter&lt;br /&gt;carefully inserted elsewhere in the building -&lt;br /&gt;we held her heat against us, we exchanged heat -&lt;br /&gt;the tablets - prayer wheel spinning above a slow flame -&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't bear to empty her water, clean&lt;br /&gt;her bowl of food, now despair reigns, &amp;amp; in our arms&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened, everything seized --&lt;br /&gt;'this is a poor and sleepless poem' -&lt;br /&gt;without goodbyes, with ill-knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;with infinite regret, with the world undone -&lt;br /&gt;(eighteen years and the world undone) -&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sondheim@panix.com&gt;&lt;/wryting-l@listserv.wvu.edu&gt;&lt;/cybermind@listserv.aol.com&gt;&lt;/sondheim@panix.com&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-4808003265133323296?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4808003265133323296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=4808003265133323296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4808003265133323296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4808003265133323296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-sondheimpanix.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-6026147893269558092</id><published>2007-12-28T21:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:06:06.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R3XjTQXauhI/AAAAAAAAATk/4ZImTowziI4/s1600-h/fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R3XjTQXauhI/AAAAAAAAATk/4ZImTowziI4/s400/fan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R3XjTwXauiI/AAAAAAAAATs/W_IrhvqYhss/s1600-h/samisen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R3XjTwXauiI/AAAAAAAAATs/W_IrhvqYhss/s400/samisen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 images, Azure and samisen during packing, so many hidden instruments, count them all. but then a fan which (all but) disappears as all fans do, into the background (and the real, taking slightly more time). what more can I say but Queneau, stylistic exercises. in my life, I prepare for a continuous leavetaking - I realized I haven't had even the semblance of a 'steady job,' that is a situation that seemed as if it might continue, since 1985, which means 23 years of scurrying. so I will die most likely rather soon - I feel the increased stress constantly - for which purpose I suggest you download as much as possible, as quickly as possible, whatever you might like, just on the offchance that the site goes fallow, that I'm unable to keep up payments for pecuniary or health reasons. in the meantime do check out the current, December, issue of Signal to Noise, p. 44 for an excellent article on my work - I do say so myself - every so often someone seems to have gotten it 'right,' by which I mean of course, something I agree with, no more and no less. Also if you have the chance, check out, in whatever stage of progress, Barbara Caspar's film Acker, on Kathy Acker - again, a getting-it-right; I saw this at MOMA here in NY and was tremendously moved. (Most work I've seen on Kathy makes claims one way or another, 'claiming Kathy' - this film, as much as possible (disclaimer here), give her the presence of the fullness of her speech, not that of others.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-6026147893269558092?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6026147893269558092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=6026147893269558092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6026147893269558092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6026147893269558092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-images-azure-and-samisen-during.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R3XjTQXauhI/AAAAAAAAATk/4ZImTowziI4/s72-c/fan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-3539346015698991996</id><published>2007-12-24T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T05:51:06.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2-5EwXaueI/AAAAAAAAATM/O00QOHf30lk/s1600-h/fetal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2-5EwXaueI/AAAAAAAAATM/O00QOHf30lk/s400/fetal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147536390461503970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2-5FAXaufI/AAAAAAAAATU/6KcwIldxxjc/s1600-h/fetalfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2-5FAXaufI/AAAAAAAAATU/6KcwIldxxjc/s400/fetalfield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147536394756471282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fetal and fetal-field, more importations of human plasmatic neoplasm organism into programs of restructuration, retaining and amplifying abject deconstruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-3539346015698991996?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3539346015698991996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=3539346015698991996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3539346015698991996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3539346015698991996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/12/fetal-and-fetal-field-more-importations.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2-5EwXaueI/AAAAAAAAATM/O00QOHf30lk/s72-c/fetal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-4735345190934399009</id><published>2007-12-23T00:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:09:01.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XQgXauZI/AAAAAAAAASk/f3c8v4_0DYs/s1600-h/consortt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XQgXauZI/AAAAAAAAASk/f3c8v4_0DYs/s400/consortt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147076996464556434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XQgXauaI/AAAAAAAAASs/15z5TUtKwSY/s1600-h/consorttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XQgXauaI/AAAAAAAAASs/15z5TUtKwSY/s400/consorttt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147076996464556450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XQwXaubI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XAVfUCdI_6g/s1600-h/consortttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XQwXaubI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XAVfUCdI_6g/s400/consortttt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147077000759523762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XRAXaucI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tZ0mAQd5x30/s1600-h/consorttttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XRAXaucI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tZ0mAQd5x30/s400/consorttttt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147077005054491074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XRAXaudI/AAAAAAAAATE/wuR6IU-pV60/s1600-h/involute2field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XRAXaudI/AAAAAAAAATE/wuR6IU-pV60/s400/involute2field.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147077005054491090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiments with human modeling through a variety of programs passing matrices, objects, structures, vectors, from one to another, programs include Second Life, mocap, Blender, CS, Poser, scanning softwares, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-4735345190934399009?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4735345190934399009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=4735345190934399009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4735345190934399009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4735345190934399009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/12/experiments-with-human-modeling-through.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R24XQgXauZI/AAAAAAAAASk/f3c8v4_0DYs/s72-c/consortt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-8360648068658909657</id><published>2007-12-21T09:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T09:09:18.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2vydAXauVI/AAAAAAAAASE/bF7MjXRGUBU/s1600-h/snowtop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2vydAXauVI/AAAAAAAAASE/bF7MjXRGUBU/s400/snowtop1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146473579329272146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2vydQXauWI/AAAAAAAAASM/90iLQAySpHc/s1600-h/snowtop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2vydQXauWI/AAAAAAAAASM/90iLQAySpHc/s400/snowtop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146473583624239458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2vydgXauXI/AAAAAAAAASU/HSJEp_AUt_8/s1600-h/snowtop3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2vydgXauXI/AAAAAAAAASU/HSJEp_AUt_8/s400/snowtop3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146473587919206770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2vydgXauYI/AAAAAAAAASc/jrHiyhhHzdo/s1600-h/snowtop4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2vydgXauYI/AAAAAAAAASc/jrHiyhhHzdo/s400/snowtop4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146473587919206786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chirality, in this space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 64 move upward 66&lt;br /&gt;for 63 move rightward 63&lt;br /&gt;for 62 move forward 62&lt;br /&gt;for 61 move downward 61&lt;br /&gt;for 60 move leftward 60&lt;br /&gt;for 59 move backward 59&lt;br /&gt;for 58 move upward 58&lt;br /&gt;for 57 move rightward 57&lt;br /&gt;for 56 move forward 56&lt;br /&gt;for 55 move downward 55&lt;br /&gt;for 54 move leftward 54&lt;br /&gt;for 53 move backward 53&lt;br /&gt;for 52 move upward 52&lt;br /&gt;for 51 move rightward 51&lt;br /&gt;for 50 move forward 50&lt;br /&gt;for 49 move downward 49&lt;br /&gt;for 48 move leftward 48&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-8360648068658909657?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8360648068658909657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=8360648068658909657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/8360648068658909657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/8360648068658909657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/12/chirality-in-this-space-for-64-move.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2vydAXauVI/AAAAAAAAASE/bF7MjXRGUBU/s72-c/snowtop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-834756108837993935</id><published>2007-12-19T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:53:35.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1PgXauQI/AAAAAAAAARc/4f9KRvx9Qv0/s1600-h/Yamatantra7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1PgXauQI/AAAAAAAAARc/4f9KRvx9Qv0/s400/Yamatantra7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145913695982500098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1PwXauRI/AAAAAAAAARk/THKnmLDaMMM/s1600-h/Yamatantra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1PwXauRI/AAAAAAAAARk/THKnmLDaMMM/s400/Yamatantra1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145913700277467410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1PwXauSI/AAAAAAAAARs/1tRHn1bpO3o/s1600-h/Yamatantra6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1PwXauSI/AAAAAAAAARs/1tRHn1bpO3o/s400/Yamatantra6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145913700277467426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1QAXauTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jUaEeFRGNgA/s1600-h/Yamatantra5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1QAXauTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jUaEeFRGNgA/s400/Yamatantra5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145913704572434738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1QAXauUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_K2IkcwQhwk/s1600-h/Yamatantra4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1QAXauUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_K2IkcwQhwk/s400/Yamatantra4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145913704572434754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamatantra debris / ex-caliber /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-834756108837993935?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/834756108837993935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=834756108837993935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/834756108837993935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/834756108837993935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/12/yamatantra-debris-ex-caliber.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2n1PgXauQI/AAAAAAAAARc/4f9KRvx9Qv0/s72-c/Yamatantra7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-7631078154631739668</id><published>2007-12-19T11:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:54:03.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2l2RwXauMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l8mWTcnO35Y/s1600-h/drawndown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2l2RwXauMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l8mWTcnO35Y/s400/drawndown1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145774096660478146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2l2RwXauNI/AAAAAAAAARE/G0cs5U0JKa0/s1600-h/drawndown2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2l2RwXauNI/AAAAAAAAARE/G0cs5U0JKa0/s400/drawndown2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145774096660478162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2l2SAXauOI/AAAAAAAAARM/ouErRqitrAo/s1600-h/Yamantaka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2l2SAXauOI/AAAAAAAAARM/ouErRqitrAo/s400/Yamantaka1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145774100955445474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2l2SQXauPI/AAAAAAAAARU/k3SdRWmVAqM/s1600-h/Yamantaka2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2l2SQXauPI/AAAAAAAAARU/k3SdRWmVAqM/s400/Yamantaka2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145774105250412786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;identify with Yamantaka Vajrabhairava an occurrence from 1st thru 2nd life then identify with nothing at all when the space abandons itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second life third life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begin by setting out directions, these are the five healthy directions,&lt;br /&gt;the middle direction is one of exhaustion and ecstasy, then in the&lt;br /&gt;direction opposite the middle direction set out the last direction, which&lt;br /&gt;is one of wounding and suffering. if the middle direction is reception,&lt;br /&gt;the last direction is penetration, if the last direction is reception, the&lt;br /&gt;middle direction is penetration. set the house in order from the middle&lt;br /&gt;direction outward, these are the spokes which narrow to the point of&lt;br /&gt;intersection between the middle direction and last direction. now forget&lt;br /&gt;the four directions, concentrate on the spokes, the point, the middle and&lt;br /&gt;the last direction. then concentrate on the spokes, forget the point, the&lt;br /&gt;middle and the last direction, the spokes come close to the point, forever&lt;br /&gt;close to the point, but the point is absent, emptiness, emptiness radiates&lt;br /&gt;outward between the spokes. now forget the spokes, emptiness radiates&lt;br /&gt;among the ghosts of them, the spokes are hungry ghosts, they gnaw at&lt;br /&gt;emptiness, they are wounded, they are defeated, they disappear. now think&lt;br /&gt;of emptiness, think of nothing else, think of nothing. now you have laid&lt;br /&gt;out the house and the world and the word, but you are in ignorance, you do&lt;br /&gt;not know house or world or word, if you think house or world or word you&lt;br /&gt;must begin again, laying out the five directions and so forth. now you&lt;br /&gt;have come to an end and you are ready to begin, you have come to the&lt;br /&gt;beginning, and you are ready to end. now continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must imagine now yourself and house and world and word annihilated,&lt;br /&gt;you must imagine annihilation of annihilation. you must imagine almost all&lt;br /&gt;pleasure, among taste of delight and touch of exaltation, and among scent&lt;br /&gt;of numinous being and sight of untold beauty and hearing of harmonious&lt;br /&gt;sounds. now you must imagine another being joined to yourself and house&lt;br /&gt;and world and word, you must imagine penetration reception and reception&lt;br /&gt;penetration, you must imagine fullness and overflowing of delight. now you&lt;br /&gt;will find you are creating and you are making sheave-woman and sheave-man,&lt;br /&gt;you are sheave-woman and sheave-man, you have sheave-sight-and-sound, you&lt;br /&gt;have sheave-touch-and-scent, you have sheave-taste-and-mind, you have&lt;br /&gt;sheave-passion and sheave-ecstasy. now you will walk and remember, you&lt;br /&gt;will remember everything, and you will speak and hear, see and taste, you&lt;br /&gt;will forbid nothing, you will not be forbidden, you will rise above and&lt;br /&gt;sink below, you will be among the direction of wounded and suffering. now&lt;br /&gt;you will do this for a long time, for aeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you will embrace emptiness, you are making sheave-other, you are&lt;br /&gt;making sheave-emptiness, you are making wrath, are making creation, are&lt;br /&gt;making annihilation. now you are making annihilation, now you are among&lt;br /&gt;them, beneath them, above them, now you are beyond them. now you are no&lt;br /&gt;longer imagining, you are no longer thinking among them, you are no longer&lt;br /&gt;thinking, no longer sheave, no longer thought, now you are annihilation,&lt;br /&gt;now you are making nothing, now you are annihilation, now you destroy&lt;br /&gt;house and world and word, now you are destroyed, now you are annihilation,&lt;br /&gt;you are free, you are emptiness, you are annihilation, you are emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;now you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say Nikuko.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Say Everything.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say Julu.&lt;br /&gt;Julu: Say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko: Julu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost a sonnet -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azure wakes up in the middle of the night, she says&lt;br /&gt;she says, well I say, I'm getting up here in Denver,&lt;br /&gt;there might be coyotes - I say, are you awake, feeling&lt;br /&gt;a bit moronic with the possibility of an 'of course' -&lt;br /&gt;she replies you have to get out of the way - I say, of&lt;br /&gt;what - of the man with the cart - what man - the man&lt;br /&gt;with the cart - I look, we're in a small room, surely,&lt;br /&gt;if there were a man with a cart, I'd see him - well he&lt;br /&gt;was behind the cart - but still - I look around, she's&lt;br /&gt;awake now - I say where did he come from - she says&lt;br /&gt;she says, from the closet - she says from the closet -&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep, it's 3am or 4am - I say, I'm getting up,&lt;br /&gt;I rise like the dark sun of her dreams - she's sleeping&lt;br /&gt;again, I dress in the dark, look out the window - no&lt;br /&gt;coyotes to be seen, no man, no cart, no me, I walk down&lt;br /&gt;the hall, open the laptop, write this, almost a sonnet -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-7631078154631739668?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7631078154631739668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=7631078154631739668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7631078154631739668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7631078154631739668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/12/identify-with-yamantaka-vajrabhairava.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R2l2RwXauMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l8mWTcnO35Y/s72-c/drawndown1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-517367941607618407</id><published>2007-11-22T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:10:39.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VT7W6WglI/AAAAAAAAAQU/i0e1ci6xqAI/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VT7W6WglI/AAAAAAAAAQU/i0e1ci6xqAI/s400/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135603229313630802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VT8W6WgmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fXRIugh9lDo/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VT8W6WgmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fXRIugh9lDo/s400/hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135603246493500002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VT926WgnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uV5PiC02KwY/s1600-h/optical1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VT926WgnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/uV5PiC02KwY/s400/optical1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135603272263303794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VT-m6WgoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ECsfL9_eqRc/s1600-h/optical2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VT-m6WgoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ECsfL9_eqRc/s400/optical2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135603285148205698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VUAW6WgpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kLInsrjyfoQ/s1600-h/optical3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VUAW6WgpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kLInsrjyfoQ/s400/optical3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135603315212976786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My webpage is no longer http://www.asondheim.org but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alansondheim.org/"&gt;http://www.alansondheim.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-517367941607618407?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/517367941607618407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=517367941607618407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/517367941607618407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/517367941607618407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/11/please-note-my-webpage-is-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/R0VT7W6WglI/AAAAAAAAAQU/i0e1ci6xqAI/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-7626647088265222978</id><published>2007-11-22T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:52:39.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;i_bii_loi_tx f/ i_lots i_loi_louii_pv i_lotl i_tx i_lotl uig/ tl aq i_pv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tl uc i_tx tl uets tl sf tl tl ux eq tl ux ud aq uy sf eq uy uy uc uy ef &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ud uy wl sf uy ip ux uy xv vv uy ps wl uy ps xv vv ps yr ef ps hz w ps ip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps ps ps yt ps yr yr yt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memory of a Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I walked last Wednesday night from the Modern Culture and Media building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;at Brown University to the train station downtown. I took the 6:16 to New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;York. It arrived around 9:50 at Penn Station. On the way I remembered the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;walk. I followed myself step by step, reconstructing as I went along. This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;was six days ago. Now again I remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you think you were doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memory and reconstruction worries me. I wanted to follow myself. I didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;think of this at the time, that is the time of the walk itself, but only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;later. I conductor asked if I were a philosopher; I think I appeared deep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in thought. I wanted to remember as much as possible. Later, several times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the past six days, I thought I would try and remember again, try to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;write everything down. But I thought this would take too much effort; it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't until now, Tuesday, that I've had the energy to proceed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you take with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm clearing my belongings out of Leslie Thornton's office. This trip I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;took, in addition to what I brought up, a Cambodian bowed instrument, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pair of slippers, some extra toiletries, a white towel. The towel and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;plastic bag were wrapped around the instrument and inserted into a cloth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bag. It was damp out. I added a polka-dotted umbrella as well, in case I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went down the stairs and out the front door. Susan and Ellen were in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;office talking. I didn't say anything to them. I walked out the door and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;turned right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you do then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I walked to the corner. I thought about going straight down as usual, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;instead crossed the street. I began walking up a slight hill to the Brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quadrangle. I passed two people as I turned into the Quadrangle. I took a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;diagonal left, which would leave me out between two libraries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait, I remember crossing the first intersection. I think there was little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;or no traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I walked diagonally through the cold mist, almost but not quite a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;rain. I went through the gates to the top of the street. I didn't notice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the sculpture on the left; usually I look at it. I crossed the street. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;was surprised there was no traffic. I thought that usually there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;traffic. I began the descent of the hill. I passed the location of the old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brown Music Department, where I had played several times; I thought about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that. I didn't think about the arts building that replaced it. I went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;straight down the hill. I arrived at Benefit Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Benefit Street you had several choices. What did you decide here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I crossed Benefit street; I believe there was some traffic, but I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sure. I continued going down the hill. I passed a corner building and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;looked in a window. I wondered whether the window was where my studio at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rhode Island School of Design used to be. I thought again about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;accusation I had stolen equipment and wondered how S. could possibly think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that since I had no place to take it but the school itself. I looked in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;other windows on the way down; they were studios. I think they might have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;been drawing studios; I'm not sure. I reached the bottom of the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you're into the city itself, or at least the outskirts of the city, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Providence River. What did you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I crossed the intersection here. This one I remember being easy. I arrived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;at the bank of the river, the bank nearest the hill. I thought that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;time before I had crossed and taken the other bank. I found that the river &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;split, and that I was thrown off-course, that I ended up guiding myself by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Statehouse dome. This time I felt tired, and stayed on the nearer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bank. I looked into the water as I walked towards the train station; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn't see anything. I reached the next corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then there was traffic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was a lot of traffic. I ran across the street; I was almost hit. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;continued on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you press the button for the traffic signal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember a button, but it might have been farther on. I didn't press it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think. Perhaps I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I continued walking. I think it was either this block or the next, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;possibly the end of this block, still by the river, that I heard foot- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;steps. Or possibly saw someone ahead of me. But I think it began with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;footsteps. At the next intersection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're then at another heavily trafficked one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, the footsteps belonged to a woman, I think possibly a student, carry- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ing a backpack or small suitcase of some sort. I didn't see her full-on; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn't identify her, but thought she might be blond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happened? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She had crossed the street and I crossed as well, somewhat behind her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was the second time I was almost hit; I wanted to make the light, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;since the signals were long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The road curved up ahead. Wait, there was a four-way stop intersection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She continued up the curve on the left. I walked part of the way across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the bridge, crossing the Providence River. I stopped and looked down in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the water. I was looking for the herring or shad family fish I had seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;there before, in large schools. It was dark out; I looked for ripples in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the water. The week before I was guided by ripples. This time there were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;none. I couldn't remember the name of the fish, something like mulhagen; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;still can't remember. I was frustrated, worried that I couldn't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;After looking in the water for a while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I crossed the street. There was hardly any traffic. I looked up ahead to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;see if the student was heading to the train station. I thought I saw her; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't be sure. I stopped on the other side of the street, which was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the other side of the bridge. I looked again down at the black water; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;was looking for the fish on the other side. Most of the time I had seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;them on this, the other side. This time again there was nothing, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ripples, at least none visible. But wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the first, left-hand side of the bridge, I saw a leaf in the water; it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;was large, and looked like one of the fish on its side; I wondered if it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;was in fact one that was dying. When I looked on the other, right-hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;side of the bridge, I saw several more, and it was clear that they were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;leaves, slowly going down the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which way were they going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not sure; the river flowed slowly, but I believe from the right-hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;side to the left-hand side and beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I began walking up the hill towards the train station. I had again to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;go out into the street because the sidewalk was partly closed due to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;construction. I walked past a number of parked cars on the right, in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fashion. I noticed the construction was coming along, and remembered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hearing that apartments were to be built here. As I walked up the hill I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;walked over a recently-asphalted entrance to the construction site, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;near the entrance. I wondered why the asphalt had been poured; it could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;only be temporary and didn't seem to serve any purpose. I continued up the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sidewalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you see any birds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, often in the daytime, particularly in the spring, I had seen birds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;around the site and in the trees directly to the left of the train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;station. But this time there was nothing. I looked down into the huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;excavation beyond the immediate construction and noticed for the second &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;time, the train platform, I think it was the platform for the number 1 and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 tracks, jutting out into it. The platform looked oddly spacious and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful in the dark. I continued walking past the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was near the taxicab stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This went directly past the taxi stand. I saw a number of drivers standing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;around; they were speaking a language I didn't understand. At first I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought, this might be Pakistani, but then I thought Italian; I couldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hear well enough. The drivers all seemed to know one another. I wondered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what would happen if a new driver came along, who didn't speak the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;language - would he or she be accepted in the group? Would the group, on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;occasion, speak English to him or her? Would the driver be ignored? This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;went on only for an instant. I reached the station doors and went in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just went in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember looking at my cellphone on the way, at least twice, checking on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the time. I was early as usual; I think I arrived at 5:34, for the 6:16, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I'm not sure. I was hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long did the walk take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think it took about twenty-one minutes, but I couldn't be sure. If I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone directly, it would have taken between seventeen and eighteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were hungry? Were you hungry the whole time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was hungry the whole time; I had only breakfast at Louie's, a #1 with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;orange juice extra, I think, beforehand. I was going to drink some Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bull to keep me going through the day, but had a large coffee with skim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;milk instead; the Red Bull is still in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what did you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went to the small cafe inside the train station. The man who served me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't there; the woman was. I had often wondered about their relation- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ship; they seemed tight. I ordered, I think, something with apricot; I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not sure. I do remember eating it without getting sticky; I didn't have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wash my hands afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this whole time you were carrying both your camera bag with various &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;things you had brought with you, as well as the cloth bag contraption with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Cambodian instrument and other things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. I believe I also took back a copy of The Structure of Reality with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;on this trip. I had a copy of Claire's demo DVD, since I'm writing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;recommendation for her. I remember I didn't change clothes; the clean ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;were still in the bag. I had some trail mix left over from the ride up. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't want to order anything on the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you were reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I had books with me, but I'm not sure I remember them. I definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;had Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey, which I had read; now I wanted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;finish Sanditon which was in the same Penguin volume, which of course I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;did. And I had a copy of David Hume's Enquiry with me as well; I had been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading about miracles. But I think there might have been a third book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The week before I had carried a relatively medieval history of the tantric &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;schools of Tibet, but I don't think I had it with me this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What else were you carrying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other than the usual identifications, I had a small Olympus solid-state &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;recorder for notes. I didn't use it - I had been hoping to. The camera bag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;was somewhat heavy of course. Another item - a small power supply for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember going down the stairs from the office?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not very well. I do remember having to negotiate the stairs because of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;awkwardness of the instrument package. Once outside, things were easy. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;had been afraid of rain; the skies were threatening all day. But as I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;said, there was none, or rather just a light misting, slightly, nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had taken sixty dollars with me, but had spent very little. I spent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing on the train on the way up, so I had all of that. I spent little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;there, and little on the train. I had walked down to Wickenden or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wickendon street to go to an antique shop; I was hoping to find some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;useful books, but nothing seemed promising. So I had most of the money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with me of course. I also had four rolls of unused Tri-X and Plus-X (the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;new Plus-X) 16mm movie film to shoot in the winter and spring. And on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;way up I had brought a mini-DV tape for transferring the second roll I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;shot, but the roll wasn't back and the tape stayed in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some recommendation forms from Claire; I had to fill these out. I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;afraid they would get bent. I put them between the pages of something else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was carrying back - I don't remember, a pamphlet of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you tired when you walked down to the train station?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was extremely tired; I had hardly slept the night before - I coughed a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot, there were sounds around, etc. I should add I sleep in the office to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;save money; there's a futon. So I was glad that the air was bracing. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;went down to the train platform itself - #1 as usual - at 6:04 - I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;remember looking at the clock - because it was open to the air and would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wake me up. I walked down; I haven't taken the elevator for a long time. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;noticed that the construction inside the station was down for the first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;time - there were new escalators installed, but the one for track #1 only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;went up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only that I remembered, as I approached the station, that I would be too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired, and it would be too late, to go to the Border's bookshop in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nearby mall. When I went into the station, I wouldn't come out again, at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;least until the train I boarded left, which it did, two minutes late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ballet's wet Pirouette grande (dance-film)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arabesque foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;penchee down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;up goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;goes the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;foot what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;down a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;head penchee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;balance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;straight the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;line floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;slammed what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;floor, hinge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanton straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hinge line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;allongee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;high, higher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;higher, pole-hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pole-hole spectacular,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;spectacular, nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing hidden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hidden, wanton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;never Lift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fear caressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lift, partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;caressed lifting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;partner sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lifting pleasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;armed smells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;one wanton,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;looks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;distance, damp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;body slid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hinged, flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;damp, fingered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;slid, wanton,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;flesh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fingered, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;well distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tunnel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hinged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nub your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mausoleum hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seconde, knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;on look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hands blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;knees, nub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;look mausoleum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessed seconde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;world you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;have Blessure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you extension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessure tripped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;extension privilege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tripped Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;privilege grecque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attitude the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;grecque, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;void to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;abyss, be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;spartan, sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;here would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;be brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sure, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;they void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;would abyss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;brought nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;house don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;battement, with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;catch leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;leg down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yours, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;battement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;scented, En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;drift and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;En where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;travesti, one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;where scented,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;discovers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;holes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hinged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;soles holes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;roles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hinged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Muralist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The muralist has one good idea, something he repeats over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The muralist is an expert portraitist, avatartist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been said (of him), He paints the same woman again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been said, It is the result of an unhappy love affair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of the muralist: His pallet is limited, his technique sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of the name of the woman: Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of her surname: Unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The one good idea of the muralist is transcendent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is said (of him), Everything is contained in these portraits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is said, As with Being, so with the Portrait of the muralist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The muralist paints the eyes mysteriously, they follow you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The muralist uses techniques found in primordial drawings and caves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one possesses the woman of the Portrait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is said, the woman of the Portrait is Woman, is infinite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(It is suggested she is a woman of the sheaves.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(It is suggested she contains others, who contain her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The muralist is considered mad, obsessed, compulsive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been said (of him) that his skill comes from bewitchment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been said that Jennifer paints the Portrait over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of the muralist: That he is a woman, that he is Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of the muralist: That he has no skill, that he is doomed to repetition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been said: Jennifer is the result of an unhappy love affair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(It is suggested she is his daughter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(It is suggested she is a daughter who died at birth.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(It is suggested she is the mother of a daughter who died.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of the muralist: That he understands women, he understands Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of the Portrait: That Jennifer speaks, that Jennifer speaks through him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The muralist repeats herself (it is whispered).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She has had one good idea (it is whispered and whispered).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That she paints and paints (the result of an unhappy love affair).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(It is whispered. It is murmured. It is said.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.alansondheim.org/Portrait.mov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-7626647088265222978?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7626647088265222978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=7626647088265222978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7626647088265222978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7626647088265222978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/11/savaged-code-ps-ml-r-yr-ml-yt-ml-j-hz.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-7934834336493160019</id><published>2007-10-09T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:18:24.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxgP9j_aCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/-Xt5rfTm0Kc/s1600-h/photoalp01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxgP9j_aCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/-Xt5rfTm0Kc/s400/photoalp01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119572703753234466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxgQ9j_aDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/11Hf7Z4FVms/s1600-h/photoalp04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxgQ9j_aDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/11Hf7Z4FVms/s400/photoalp04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119572720933103666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rwxf59j_aBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/muwmHq-zf4Q/s1600-h/photoalp34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rwxf59j_aBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/muwmHq-zf4Q/s400/photoalp34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119572325796112402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;images by azure carter (most likely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ghost in my machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mv  clara&lt;br /&gt;postulations; these ian;&lt;br /&gt;; then there are  relays, one to another, all indirect -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hole. i put my face in my hole._" (, hole, in uncontrollable bod-&lt;br /&gt;login:&lt;br /&gt;USER                     My name's her own.&lt;br /&gt;alias()&lt;br /&gt;udbexpand()&lt;br /&gt;forward()&lt;br /&gt;Return-Path: ($g)&lt;br /&gt;Resent-From: ($?x$x &lt;$g&gt;$|$g$.) crackaddr( &lt;&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: ($?x$x &lt;$g&gt;$|$g$.) crackaddr( &lt;&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From person = ""&lt;br /&gt;remotename( &lt;&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;another window in Panix, -window. 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[laugh] [kiss]&lt;br /&gt;mr. , we are with you in our heart. you are a genius and you must&lt;br /&gt;of course you will not, mr. , you have never done but brilliant&lt;br /&gt;audience [empathetic] [poor mr. ]&lt;br /&gt;you are so brave mr. , i cannot believe how brave you are in this&lt;br /&gt;that was wonderfully put, mr. , thank you, thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;noticed the gears beginning to saw away at the studs and ties.&lt;br /&gt;skeining skeins Snoxfly  sourcess spam stentor stromatolite&lt;br /&gt;(     soaking, filmed with the dying camera&lt;br /&gt;(       in mourning and recuperation&lt;br /&gt;inscribes itself on retinal matrices. it says ', there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;to look at.' it says, ', you will have nothing to see.' i hide&lt;br /&gt;inscribed with rectilinear coordinates. sawgrass says, ', this is&lt;br /&gt;embarrassment. my machines say ' is not a pariah.' i am run by my&lt;br /&gt;' is not a pariah.' i am run by my machines in this direction. it&lt;br /&gt;', there is nothing to look at.' it says, ', you will have&lt;br /&gt;says, ', this is your imaginary.' sawgrass says, 'inscribe&lt;br /&gt;Login name:               In real life:&lt;br /&gt;-dark - assassin-killer laureate. -genius I am&lt;br /&gt;sick of assassin-killer -dark - assassin-killer. laureate&lt;br /&gt;-genius doesn't know how stupid and rude he is. laureate&lt;br /&gt;-genius must certainly revel in being hated and stupid. -dark&lt;br /&gt;- is hated more than beautiful-laureate of sir  hates&lt;br /&gt;laureate -genius or his stupid old-man writing. beautiful-laureate&lt;br /&gt;of sir  thinks he is better than assassin-killer. -dark -&lt;br /&gt;suffering in the world. 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Form, thrust out. Form, thrust away." (, Disorders of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unspeakable reality of the world. In this uncanny present, 's&lt;br /&gt;In 's writings digitization is no historical process. Or if we are&lt;br /&gt;process,  shows that we find rupture and breakdown of the process&lt;br /&gt;digital. The great importance of 's writings is to treat the&lt;br /&gt;More specifically,  writes the problematic of the analog and the&lt;br /&gt;digital. There is a rhythm to 's writings on the subject. Even&lt;br /&gt;the more in its absence or gap. 's writing is syncopated in all&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, these writings are syncopated in the way  thinks through&lt;br /&gt;only in digital form. There are only analog-simulacra. 's&lt;br /&gt;through the analog.  takes a different route, gambling on a&lt;br /&gt;these will not reduce the confusion. This is not to say that&lt;br /&gt;The ``mathematical physicist''  addresses in ``Spike'' could help&lt;br /&gt;some level. More simply,  writes from a belief in the world. The&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, 's writing is syncopated in the way it differentiates&lt;br /&gt;by explaining that ``by digital I mean discrete,''  ties thinking&lt;br /&gt;both ``relative and fundamental,'' explains . For example,&lt;br /&gt;``intervention'' in everyday life.  is clear that raster and&lt;br /&gt;Every aphorism is latent in every other and 's writing remembers&lt;br /&gt;communication. 's aphoristic writing is in the mode of Novalis or&lt;br /&gt;Finally, bodily interruption syncopates 's writing. Of course, it&lt;br /&gt;digital and analog. This is 's concern throughout, but it is most&lt;br /&gt;'s aphorisms is reprocessed and hashed and the embodied text stops&lt;br /&gt;making sense.  offers some clues or lures for the reader. Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;super-ego,  suggests, followed by the introduction of numbers and&lt;br /&gt;libidinal. To say that 's writing exhausts the problematic of the&lt;br /&gt;through.'' 's work on the analog and digital works on itself. What&lt;br /&gt;'s writings on the analog and digital are grounded in pragmatics.&lt;br /&gt;technologies.  explains the digital as the result of setting up a&lt;br /&gt;possibility of accumulation. Finally, 's raster and protocol are&lt;br /&gt;None of this is entirely new in 's work. The concern with the&lt;br /&gt;back as  early theoretical writings, such as The Structure of&lt;br /&gt;allowed  a theory of online writing as hysterical text, as&lt;br /&gt;environment. For , the implication was subjectivity in relation to&lt;br /&gt;If  writes against the digital future described by Kittler and&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand,  saw the possibility of a future where REWRITE&lt;br /&gt;If 's analog and digital writings do not foreground futurity in&lt;br /&gt;digital orders. What is such an intervention?  does not specify&lt;br /&gt;a world of increasing digitization,  demonstrates the entanglement&lt;br /&gt;immense importance. The style and content of the work is radical.&lt;br /&gt;dialogue with . The content ranges from theory to praxis, with&lt;br /&gt;and virtual subjectivity. While interacting with 's ebook of&lt;br /&gt; and thought itself  has written: "These are the essays I&lt;br /&gt; "['s] writing exploits the plasticity of natural and machine&lt;br /&gt;Introduction: Codework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weisses usually in Massachusetts. In contrast, the  side of the&lt;br /&gt;deep; I had felt close to the Weiss, not the , side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;lives in another world, just like our own.&lt;br /&gt;saw the world was his.&lt;br /&gt;would listen to you speaking and would&lt;br /&gt;listen to  listening to you speaking.&lt;br /&gt;knew that the world was doubled.&lt;br /&gt;would watch it burst, but it would burst&lt;br /&gt;was not joined at the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;and then the world.  would hardly hear&lt;br /&gt;For my mother, Evelyn Weiss&lt;br /&gt;: This is fascinating - I'm always curious how many of&lt;br /&gt;                             :&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;displayed the following&lt;br /&gt;: Some of them are working! I've been playing around&lt;br /&gt;: But Im not in bold now -are you? There's no bold at&lt;br /&gt;: Well, I've got the URL up - yes, it's difficult, you&lt;br /&gt;: Why don't you start with questions and we'll see where&lt;br /&gt;: It's odd because those seem like different operations&lt;br /&gt;: Well, what gets rid of the "I self Me" - which is&lt;br /&gt;: The protocols reference code and the breakdown of&lt;br /&gt;: and it's between code and its breakdown that I'm&lt;br /&gt;: which is partly interpretable in a classical sense&lt;br /&gt;: She disappeared a while ago; I didn't want to write&lt;br /&gt;: The space-between code - what underlies writing here&lt;br /&gt;: I started calling this 'codework' which has taken on a&lt;br /&gt;: So the subtext so to speak ruptures the text which&lt;br /&gt;: As if the bones of the tomb of writing were made&lt;br /&gt;: - as if the bones had some sort of presence in the&lt;br /&gt;: So that the writing in a way is 'lurid' - cutting&lt;br /&gt;: As in the 'Anita Berber' pieces that I've put up at&lt;br /&gt;: Mistakes in print, and in the traditional Tanach, five&lt;br /&gt;: There's the "skeleton" of a piece of writing - which&lt;br /&gt;: which gives you a huge list of synonyms. The first&lt;br /&gt;: Which is a kind of overflowing of synonyms, burying&lt;br /&gt;: and there's a parallel with Berber's life here, at&lt;br /&gt;: This isn't my 'best' tabla work, but I thought it&lt;br /&gt;: I wonder what happened; I'm always afraid of clicking&lt;br /&gt;: The first bit - the short bit - is a&lt;br /&gt;: There are better tabla pieces here! I think something&lt;br /&gt;: Think of the rest as both an expansion and a&lt;br /&gt;: in so many directions that nothing&lt;br /&gt;: It a strange interface with a mysterious life of its&lt;br /&gt;: two bits in that sentence will get you a quarter (bad&lt;br /&gt;: yes, but you might want to ask away here? When I enter&lt;br /&gt;displayed the following&lt;br /&gt;: There are so many terms - I mentioned 'codework'&lt;br /&gt;: which just about close everything down in a classical&lt;br /&gt;: If you think of say Lautreamont - what he was doing&lt;br /&gt;: But if had to attent a conference on his own work,&lt;br /&gt;: What I've put up here - and you do have to shuttle&lt;br /&gt;: There's also a few code snippets (most of which I've&lt;br /&gt;: I tend to write in Unix or Linux - I've been doing&lt;br /&gt;: which allows me to use all sorts of sophisticated text&lt;br /&gt;: Just briefly - the first is Normal, then 'Back" takes&lt;br /&gt;: Punched Cards is another linux program that turns&lt;br /&gt;: Eliminate which was written by Florian Cramer for me&lt;br /&gt;: Elimx is one I wrote from Florian's that makes a mess&lt;br /&gt;: Cramer made a program that eliminates duplicate&lt;br /&gt;: The program is above. It counts different words for&lt;br /&gt;: The "mathesis" program I love - Jim Reith wrote it for&lt;br /&gt;: You can enter a mathematical function (the very first&lt;br /&gt;: GoogleScrape - is just using the Google program (API&lt;br /&gt;: It's just a more sophisticated way of using google&lt;br /&gt;: Then there's the "Simple perl program results" - which&lt;br /&gt;: Yes of course, that would be a lot better than this&lt;br /&gt;: Yes to both, that was also a while ago. Shinto&lt;br /&gt;: Not so much; I've been very moved by Red Pine's&lt;br /&gt;: because I can't get myself "around it" - which is&lt;br /&gt;: On the other hand, I could never 'submit' to Zen or to&lt;br /&gt;: and am alienated by, say, Mishima, by whale-hunting,&lt;br /&gt;: The one book that stays with me, now, is the Flower&lt;br /&gt;: These are openings for me, and the sutra is&lt;br /&gt;: By the way (while waiting) the Yipes! text is made&lt;br /&gt;: And the "Using Chat" was made by recording one of&lt;br /&gt;: Ah I see - for me in relation to D Turner's second&lt;br /&gt;: about Youtube and so forth - the work skitters among&lt;br /&gt;: I also work with dancers in Geneva, Switzerland, and&lt;br /&gt;: Yes, the meaning shifts in each context, but the&lt;br /&gt;: Edting in relation to suprlus - that depends on what&lt;br /&gt;: but I prefer also to work on an idea, get through with&lt;br /&gt;: Code and text interact for me; sometimes the structure&lt;br /&gt;: When I'm working with software (I work at the Virtual&lt;br /&gt;: to some sort of limit - seeing what happens at the&lt;br /&gt;: Text-based work allows me to think the&lt;br /&gt;: I write a great deal of theory, and it's so easy to&lt;br /&gt;: Sometimes it matters, most of the time it doesn't - if&lt;br /&gt;: whether or not one understands it fully. There are&lt;br /&gt;: I did some work in visual basic (you can download the&lt;br /&gt;: Exactly like lace, and just as&lt;br /&gt;: It makes it seem as if the world is both obdurate,&lt;br /&gt;: I think of Jacques Lacan in this regard - reading his&lt;br /&gt;: There are also political concerns here - trying to&lt;br /&gt;: Which effects in the films? And you should sometime&lt;br /&gt;: There are avatars that are constructed from motion&lt;br /&gt;: and images from laser scanning equipment (big&lt;br /&gt;: I'm not sure which this is! I think that's the&lt;br /&gt;: The Wolf piece - that's using motion capture and&lt;br /&gt;: Yes, Bellmer fascinates me, but thenI worry - in my&lt;br /&gt;: It's separate, it's faster than Max I think - the&lt;br /&gt;: A lot of teen-age boys make 'ideal' girlfriends with&lt;br /&gt;: I think my work walks an edge of being lurid and&lt;br /&gt;: I do think at least in the US these images are the&lt;br /&gt;: There was a book years ago which talked about Jewish&lt;br /&gt;: culture as breaking down the 'etiquette' of middle or&lt;br /&gt;: for example Freud scraping at the psyche, Marx at&lt;br /&gt;: And these people were - again perhaps like codework&lt;br /&gt;: partially-assimilated Jews, but not 'really'&lt;br /&gt;: This is obviously a gross over-simplification but it&lt;br /&gt;: You have the same thing, say, in the blues, with&lt;br /&gt;: When I'm surprised by the result, it's a success, no&lt;br /&gt;: when I know 'what I'm doing' - it may well be a&lt;br /&gt;: I coined the term 'defuge' to reference those moments&lt;br /&gt;: for example when you try to read a novel several&lt;br /&gt;: The same thing happens with pornography, but that's&lt;br /&gt;: - if pornography were 'ideal' - one image would do it&lt;br /&gt;: In sports it's another related issue - one wants one's&lt;br /&gt;: So there's a kind of disinvestment at work here, and&lt;br /&gt;: I think it depends. I haven't been thrown out of&lt;br /&gt;: I also cross-post a lot which bothers&lt;br /&gt;: The sexual content of some of the work bothers&lt;br /&gt;: And at my end I have little patience for what I think&lt;br /&gt;: I don't know, some tame, some not tame - it depends on&lt;br /&gt;: "don't I think" - I'm not sure where this typo was&lt;br /&gt;: With my work? Just to be able to keep doing it. And&lt;br /&gt;: I'm terrible at programming, okay with borrowing or&lt;br /&gt;: I want to explore more 'body-avatar' issues in Second&lt;br /&gt;: for me, at least the aesthetics of&lt;br /&gt;: Well, she may return, but there are other things -&lt;br /&gt;: I don't thin I need an editor but I might have&lt;br /&gt;: In fact some of the work they do is imitating avatars&lt;br /&gt;: When you getto something like the Wolf,&lt;br /&gt;: I have no dance background, but I work with a dancer&lt;br /&gt;: That's his choreography from the avatar tapes&lt;br /&gt;: We tend to inspire each other. I can't do much&lt;br /&gt;: I agree re: Butoh, I haven't, but would like to work&lt;br /&gt;: Or I'm the material for the dancers; it's really back&lt;br /&gt;: At times I'm not sure who is doing what with whom or&lt;br /&gt;: I can stay for a few more minutes if there are any&lt;br /&gt;: Oh someone asked why the webpage is a&lt;br /&gt;: That's the simplest way I can present the materials;&lt;br /&gt;: The Trace materials are different - they were done&lt;br /&gt;: There are six left; before I leave, are there any&lt;br /&gt;: I'll sign out then and thank you and thank you&lt;br /&gt;: No problem; I'm about to sign out unless there's a&lt;br /&gt;: I'll be on the discussion board later this&lt;br /&gt;: Kate, please send the recording if you&lt;br /&gt;: Thank you as well - I'm constantly worrying about the&lt;br /&gt;, Written on some Body&lt;br /&gt;-  (somewhere over Kentucky)&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for interrupting, but are you the  on the Poetics&lt;br /&gt;, lists, there is a certain consistency, there is a certain&lt;br /&gt;ici, you are here, you are really here, trans. .&lt;br /&gt;, beatle-eyed, there wasn't a bone to him that wasn't soft, if&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, if it wasn't for , theory wouldn't exist! 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(, Love, The Blue Glow of Dawn)&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;" lives in another world, just like our own.&lt;br /&gt;saw the world was his.&lt;br /&gt;would listen to you speaking and would&lt;br /&gt;listen to  listening to you speaking.&lt;br /&gt;knew that the world was doubled.&lt;br /&gt;would watch it burst, but it would burst&lt;br /&gt;was not joined at the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;and then the world.  would hardly hear&lt;br /&gt;I glow for you, where I glow for you, my name , where it&lt;br /&gt;The name is no longer the same, "" is virtual, faded; "," a&lt;br /&gt;simulacrum  structuration systemics Thomas-Edwards Thomas-Edwards.&lt;br /&gt;tends towards a translation of , but with other, more reson-&lt;br /&gt;, Brooklyn, New York, and the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this writer , a conveyance or purchaser of such a magazine at&lt;br /&gt;But the model, this writing  says, is Mina Tsurumaru perhaps&lt;br /&gt;. I sense it's broken because I'm breaking back in America&lt;br /&gt;For.Daishin.Nikuko.by..&lt;br /&gt;A jumps up and down and nothing breaks.&lt;br /&gt;A immediately regrets his life!&lt;br /&gt;A Has Fled The MOO!&lt;br /&gt;   This is an automated reply.  is in at the moment but&lt;br /&gt;"You are an impatient man, Mr. ," Jennifer said, holding&lt;br /&gt;"I'm an orphan," Mr. , she replied.&lt;br /&gt;[Kim McGlynn and ]&lt;br /&gt;( and Kim McGlynn)&lt;br /&gt;"In the past five years,  has produced a large body of work,&lt;br /&gt;"A more appropriate place to begin is with 's notion of the 'rich-&lt;br /&gt;"One of the basic strategies in all 's work is to extend an analy-&lt;br /&gt;es, errors can be especially revealing and thus much of 's work,&lt;br /&gt;"For our purposes, and apparently for 's as well, the working-out&lt;br /&gt;"But before the formalism settled into a final form,  began to&lt;br /&gt;ness and Being._] "however, _A General Theory of Reality,_ which&lt;br /&gt;"As to whether or not his work is art,  argues convincingly that&lt;br /&gt;###--###||Rev&lt;br /&gt;Sidonius, trans. , Ad V. 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Or for as&lt;br /&gt;prices Wyoming Seminary Alumni Update Request Inquiry Correction&lt;br /&gt;rn Magnhild&lt;br /&gt;en &amp;amp; :&lt;br /&gt;--  (I'm serious)&lt;br /&gt;, side of the family. department head, made veiled threats. To&lt;br /&gt;"depth"&lt;br /&gt;[ joined the session]&lt;br /&gt;[ started recording]&lt;br /&gt;: Listening to this session for the echo in the room.&lt;br /&gt;: "Recording this session" "Listening to this session"&lt;br /&gt;: I remember when I used to write into the void,&lt;br /&gt;: And because the worlds were beyond worlds, because of this,&lt;br /&gt;: They recorded only as echoes, they sounded only as echoes.&lt;br /&gt;: That was the beginning of appearance, that was the ending&lt;br /&gt;[ stopped recording]&lt;br /&gt;Anderson (violin),  (mandolin, guitar)&lt;br /&gt;[-] Q&amp;amp;A with&lt;br /&gt;[-] Re: Q&amp;amp;A with     &lt;br /&gt;Re: Q&amp;amp;A with     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;properties. Indeed, I'd go so far as to say it was 's most&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(), and a story worth seeing, "Long Long Run." I usually&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack and story: :&lt;br /&gt;itself? Let's find out in this wonderful image by . He says:&lt;br /&gt;NOTES ON CODE ()&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;What I'm writing about is related:  and I have been&lt;br /&gt;almost always cites 's work but does not engage it directly.&lt;br /&gt;Dear !&lt;br /&gt;                                                   ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for interrupting, but are you the  on the Poetics&lt;br /&gt;, beatle-eyed, there wasn't a bone to him that wasn't soft, if&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, if it wasn't for , theory wouldn't exist! He sure&lt;br /&gt;, I said, and he replied, oh, the musical?! No, I said, the phil-&lt;br /&gt;It's the melatonin, I said,  gave it to him, and it changed his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/index&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
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So this is splines, Bezier curves, NURBs, early&lt;br /&gt;polygon work, etc. now automated by Poser etc. Avatar-skin also applies to&lt;br /&gt;audio (later touch, scent, taste, etc.) - everything perceived from one&lt;br /&gt;human or other organism to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well: AI communality/behavior/sociality: the internally-automated behavior&lt;br /&gt;of the avatar-skin; think of this as diachronic avatar, and avatar-skin as&lt;br /&gt;synchronic; each moves through the other. With AI, avatar is somewhat&lt;br /&gt;spread across the social; communication and communality extend the opaque&lt;br /&gt;body (metaphorically) into the translucent.&lt;br /&gt;Fundamental rules of the 'game' tending towards description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well: Medical modeling: Both diachronic and synchronic, the projected/&lt;br /&gt;introjected organs of the avatar-skin, always on the level of a model,&lt;br /&gt;i.e. a beating heart is fabricated on a subtextual level again from poly-&lt;br /&gt;gons, curves, splines, etc. The ontology is different as long as one&lt;br /&gt;remains within the realm of computational modeling. (One might say that&lt;br /&gt;_inscription_ in the real is paralleled by _fissure_ in the virtual.)&lt;br /&gt;Medical modeling is fundamental description tending towards explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well: Psychoanalytics: Here is where the following have to be taken into&lt;br /&gt;account:&lt;br /&gt;1. The abject: epistemological/ontological/inscriptive 'smears' across&lt;br /&gt;domains. Corrosive and irreducible to the other categories.&lt;br /&gt;2. Introjection/projection ('jectivity') - formation of internalized&lt;br /&gt;images from virtual to real.&lt;br /&gt;3. Obscenity and interjections: Breakdowns of communication within&lt;br /&gt;communication.&lt;br /&gt;Psychoanalytics are not susceptible to mathesis beyond topology.&lt;br /&gt;(Level of the metaphoric: No verification procedures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course all of this is rough, not exactly accurate; ontology and&lt;br /&gt;epistemology, various branches and techniques of mathematics, can be&lt;br /&gt;thrown around heedlessly. Still I'd want to begin from the four aspects&lt;br /&gt;described here: body/surface, psychoanalytics/'mind', AI/habitus, and&lt;br /&gt;medical/observation-experimentation. One would have to further consider&lt;br /&gt;the role of apparatus, observation, observer, in all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final note - the concern - that, with formal and informal modeling&lt;br /&gt;systems of organisms/physics/mathematics: How is consciousness in&lt;br /&gt;relation? In other words, _what are the effects on the reader/programmer/&lt;br /&gt;experimenter? How do these relate to abjection and jectivity if at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from the Structure of Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Structure of Reality (which is under review), there are three funda-&lt;br /&gt;mental layers to what I call the 'topology of intention'; these are of&lt;br /&gt;interest since they critique any structuring, conscious or unconscious,&lt;br /&gt;'like a language.' The layers are the real, interpretation, and language;&lt;br /&gt;there is a 'zone' between the real and interpretation, and mappings all&lt;br /&gt;across the layers. The real is knowable through interpretation which does&lt;br /&gt;not presuppose language (syntactics, sememe); the mappings are tight, how-&lt;br /&gt;ever, between interpretation and language. One might think of this as a&lt;br /&gt;pre-linguistic representation without the thwarting embodiment of lan-&lt;br /&gt;guage. You can see this at work when the 'unnamed' of the real skews into&lt;br /&gt;anomaly - in other words, when anomaly appears without the aegis of lang-&lt;br /&gt;uage. Consider for example something falling without the presence of an&lt;br /&gt;ostensible object; the 'something falling' might be construed as such by a&lt;br /&gt;thud or less-interpretable sound. Repeat this enough and a name is gener-&lt;br /&gt;ated; if it remains on the level of a singularity or the anecdote, it&lt;br /&gt;might be quickly forgotten - except for the possibility of a marker of&lt;br /&gt;some sort, for example, a recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heinz von Foerster: "Since nothing in the environment corresponds to&lt;br /&gt;negation, negation as well as all other 'logical particles' (inclusion,&lt;br /&gt;alternation, implication, etc.) must arise within the organism as a&lt;br /&gt;consequence of perceiving the relation of itself with respect to its&lt;br /&gt;environment." (From "Thoughts and Notes on Cognition.") SoR p. 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclical chains sailing past O and I - maybe modeling through the tangent&lt;br /&gt;function. Is the repetition assumed to be 'complete'? A cyclical chain is&lt;br /&gt;a loop with any number of nodes; think of one as nul, O, and another or&lt;br /&gt;the same as universal, I. Then circle. What happens? One moves from 0&lt;br /&gt;through infinity perhaps then back again. The simplest equation here:&lt;br /&gt;tangent. Each revolution is marked perhaps by sliding along the x-axis:&lt;br /&gt;equivalent but not identical graphs. And so we're there. We can visit as&lt;br /&gt;many times as we like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does distributivity really fail w gesture? (The old Land experiments in&lt;br /&gt;color vision as well as a structural analysis of gesture seem to imply&lt;br /&gt;that distributivity in Aristotelian logic fails in daily life - which&lt;br /&gt;further implies the potential for superimposition as the basis for a logic&lt;br /&gt;of gesture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thinness of language - ontologically existing on the level of the&lt;br /&gt;sheave - language carries no weight at all. From within the avatar, the&lt;br /&gt;sheaves, surfaces, have zero-width, one-pixel width, nul-width, as 2d&lt;br /&gt;mathematical manifolds embedded within 3d space; they've all got the same&lt;br /&gt;measure as the continuum, but zero volume in the embedding space - like-&lt;br /&gt;wise language has zero volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language, speaking, is always frustrated, flustered. It can't get around&lt;br /&gt;things. Meaning: One can't get around things through language, not even&lt;br /&gt;through performatives (which indicate real-material embodiment elsewhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation medication goes nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle's Problems - sexual problems related to fluidity, abjection, in&lt;br /&gt;part iv - numbers pp 327-328, Loeb edition. The beginning of the fifteenth&lt;br /&gt;book is of great interest - he describes number systems with different&lt;br /&gt;bases which is fascinating given the apparent absence of zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conservancy of the Problems, Bacon of all people working through them&lt;br /&gt;almost two thousand years later; not that much had changed. The Problems&lt;br /&gt;are on the level of the anecdote - curiosity cabinet, wonders - same as&lt;br /&gt;any fundamentalist text - wonder upon wonder without internalized&lt;br /&gt;structure or subtext - everything is new, raw, unrelated. Or causality is&lt;br /&gt;pushed back into categories which are taken for granted, even though, like&lt;br /&gt;heat or air, they're composite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is meant by modeling? Think of a 'world-particle' W whose scope is&lt;br /&gt;anything, process, etc.: W( ... ). what does that tell us? What are the&lt;br /&gt;processes of narrowing the scope, increasing the information - in other&lt;br /&gt;words filtering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along these lines, modeling is always a filtering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four negations: annihilation, -x s.t. --x &gt; x; 'chain negation' s.t. -x &gt;&lt;br /&gt;y; -y &gt; z or whatever; combinations of these; negative of the 'set-aside'&lt;br /&gt;- form of retrievable absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;States and nodes of graphs represented/mapped into states and nodes of&lt;br /&gt;graphs - this includes the possibility of 'foreign' graphs which are&lt;br /&gt;disruptive. The whole becomes an excursion into description rather than&lt;br /&gt;explanation, which is seen as a subset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be limited copies of the Structure of Reality online/offline&lt;br /&gt;- dates from 1977, I wasn't a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL - theoretical approaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Life behaviors come as animations which may eventually go down to&lt;br /&gt;the frame, but are packages in any case. There is a relation with older&lt;br /&gt;silent film and melodrama patterns - what have been dubbed histrionic&lt;br /&gt;gestures. A good text here is Bharata's Natyasastra, which discusses,&lt;br /&gt;among other things, rasa and pattern presentations. Patterns are used as&lt;br /&gt;generators of audience psychological response. The text not only considers&lt;br /&gt;patterns independently, but as group structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Life bodies touch on the abject, but don't 'enter' within it; there&lt;br /&gt;are issues of purity and corruption. Buddhaghosa's Visuddhimagga, Path to&lt;br /&gt;Purity, is extremely important in this regard, especially in relation to&lt;br /&gt;illusion and suffering. There are also kasinas which are may be related to&lt;br /&gt;landscape 'focal points' in SL. A second important text is the Hevajra-&lt;br /&gt;tantra with its multiple bodies; it might be worth looking at the works of&lt;br /&gt;Tsong Ka-Pa in this regard as well. (Again, Kristeva's Powers of Horror,&lt;br /&gt;Lingis, Mary Douglas, all come to mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of ontology, Nagarjuna's Mulamadhyamakakarika, The Fundamental&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom of the Middle Way, is critical, given its analysis of dependent&lt;br /&gt;(co)-origination ad emptiness. This correlates almost too neatly with the&lt;br /&gt;ontology and epistemology of protocols on one hand and the abject body on&lt;br /&gt;the other. Dependent (co)-origination can also be related to Indra's Net&lt;br /&gt;and the relation of the Net to the Internet as a collocation of nodes, at&lt;br /&gt;least on an epistemological level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might ask what is the ontology of SL from _within_ protocols - and&lt;br /&gt;whether such a question makes any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To self-active an SL avatar - use the screen itself as vision, motion-&lt;br /&gt;detection across the image - feed this into AI neural networks - output&lt;br /&gt;back into SL through encoded behaviors. Note the ontological and epis-&lt;br /&gt;temological shifts involved: from digital readout through analog screen&lt;br /&gt;(2D) interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there are the old MOOs - MUDs-object-oriented, where MUDs stood&lt;br /&gt;for multi-user-dungeon (or some such - out of the old D&amp;amp;D gaming). MOOs&lt;br /&gt;are text-only virtual realities, somewhat similar to SL. One of the&lt;br /&gt;biggest differences: MOOs are open-source and can easily be set up on any&lt;br /&gt;linux/unix box. Now MOOs (like SL) have a system of unique identification&lt;br /&gt;tags for every object, player, etc., and this is hierarchical (much like&lt;br /&gt;unix itself, with the root / ). Explore the earliest numbers (which re-&lt;br /&gt;flect the sysadmins, wizards, MOO structure as a whole. Remap through&lt;br /&gt;dependent (co)-origination. (It should be noted that the Sharp Zaurus,&lt;br /&gt;which runs on embedded but easily terminal-accessible linux, has a file&lt;br /&gt;structure which 'resonates' with itself - one can literally go in circles&lt;br /&gt;through it. How can one think through these dependencies, proxies, etc.?)&lt;br /&gt;This might be a way of clarifying the philosophical issues - for example,&lt;br /&gt;one might think of both absolute and relative ontologies (much like URLs)&lt;br /&gt;- and then how the former maps onto the latter, or how all of this dis-&lt;br /&gt;appears. (Just as things disappear, mathematical objects appear to appear.&lt;br /&gt;So problems related to SL and avatars: the mapping of protocols, networks&lt;br /&gt;in relation to the visual; to mathesis and abstract ontologies; and to&lt;br /&gt;hardware implementations: static (ROM or storage where configuration is&lt;br /&gt;mapped thing that is read as virtual thing), and dynamic (where transmis-&lt;br /&gt;sion dynamics, ontologies, and economies are paramount).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of swallowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my own adulterated view, defuge is connected with the hunt as well,&lt;br /&gt;with the ravishment and devouring of the other, with propitiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm so tired having taken you and reduced you to nothing, oh such tired&lt;br /&gt;and you're nothing to me, not even flesh, not even a smear on the carpet,&lt;br /&gt;once ravished, you're all over, what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hunt and one of you is not enough; my cock hunts you down. lucky me i&lt;br /&gt;got a gun. lucky me you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me, i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interest in, and may hunt at his pleasure; where besides the pleasure in&lt;br /&gt;and as I hunt the world of storm, I fear for your safety and my own. In&lt;br /&gt;in my own adulterated view, defuge is connected with the hunt as well,&lt;br /&gt;through the message bases, in the form of a hunt or retrieval: recupera-&lt;br /&gt;that it produced language, just as the hunt did. That the repetitive bab-&lt;br /&gt;        then i hunt for something stronger than pills&lt;br /&gt;from the hunt and the preparation of ancient flesh.&lt;br /&gt;constituted, constructed, as the humans on the hunt - no more or less. i&lt;br /&gt;kill all priest. worry lama. hunt rabbi. kill shaman. kill all grand&lt;br /&gt;my own adulterated view, defuge is connected with the hunt as well, (and&lt;br /&gt;the man on the hunt for the rabbit. The man-dog is preyer; the rabbit is&lt;br /&gt;while there's no stopping humans from the hunt -&lt;br /&gt;elon grief dim weapons quiver savoury love hunt obey kids goats loveth&lt;br /&gt;vinegar, the wine! Seize the hand, hunt with it, angle it upward! Mend&lt;br /&gt;deleted weemails should scream them bloody with hunt But them for with now&lt;br /&gt;views them But scream views 349: should them hunt that 349: that But with&lt;br /&gt;bloody is is bloody now for weemails is should with machette. hunt that&lt;br /&gt;now murder scream with scream them for murder with them hunt But just&lt;br /&gt;bloody But with now play play machette. hunt for nowand approach murder&lt;br /&gt;practice. i hunt on the internet. i shape ride on the internet. i speak&lt;br /&gt;You can hunt anywhere, you can hunt online. Ghosts are here, their images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't smash them. i want to sleep. kill me, i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;identity self hunt economy dyad eat wife-force co-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o god ravish me isn't the same as oh god ravish me. i can't tell the&lt;br /&gt;difference. eating flesh helps for a while. fuck you i'll code your flesh&lt;br /&gt;i'll stamp it out. there's this odd calm after the hunt but then it turns&lt;br /&gt;to slaughter. breathing heavy it's a sign. don't wait to breathe heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To code is not to produce codework; it is to produce code on the level of&lt;br /&gt;the code or interface. Bridged code, embedded code, is not codework; the&lt;br /&gt;irreversible spew of cellular automata is codework, all the better if the&lt;br /&gt;rules are noisy. The cultural production of codework abjures&lt;br /&gt;intensifications, strange attractors, descriptions such as this (which is&lt;br /&gt;the oldest game in the book). The hunt and reception of short-wave number&lt;br /&gt;codes is codework. Writers on the edge are circumscribed by codework,&lt;br /&gt;malfunctioned psychoanalytics, scatologies endlessly coded and decoded;&lt;br /&gt;the codes are dissolute, partial, always already incomplete: the differend&lt;br /&gt;is codework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a different species&lt;br /&gt;I'd be me&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a smelly goose-pickle&lt;br /&gt;I'd be me&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a protein shop&lt;br /&gt;I'd be me&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a blue kasina&lt;br /&gt;I'd be me&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm am me&lt;br /&gt;I'm still am me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I photographed these flying saucers (there seem to be two types??) over&lt;br /&gt;Clarksburg, West Virginia, in the north-central sector of the state. A&lt;br /&gt;slight amount of detail is visible. Clarksburg is known as the hometown of&lt;br /&gt;Gray Barker, who was first visited by "the men in black" - he was also the&lt;br /&gt;first to write about this top-secret government organization. The saucers&lt;br /&gt;were silent, propelled by a new kind of drives which relies on elements&lt;br /&gt;and physical principles unknown to modern science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I photographed these wooden and plaster models (there were two types) as&lt;br /&gt;they were thrown vertically in Clarksburg, West Virginia. These were made&lt;br /&gt;by Barker himself and were a prototype for many of the flying saucer ima-&lt;br /&gt;ges from the 1950s-60s. Barker created the concept of "the men in black,"&lt;br /&gt;as well as secret letters purported to originate with the US government,&lt;br /&gt;which encouraged the saucerian movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-7741332820641846267?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7741332820641846267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=7741332820641846267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7741332820641846267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7741332820641846267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/10/z-or-whatever-combinations-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-7606399198706950091</id><published>2007-10-09T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:06:03.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ay  summed other miracle of life&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxdW9j_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/uP9PW07syyU/s1600-h/beefsteakpolypore1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxdW9j_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/uP9PW07syyU/s400/beefsteakpolypore1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119569525477435330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxdYNj_Z9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/39wpJj5aSKQ/s1600-h/beefsteakpolypore2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxdYNj_Z9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/39wpJj5aSKQ/s400/beefsteakpolypore2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119569546952271826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxdYtj_Z-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/DSgNwdWy9GU/s1600-h/grit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxdYtj_Z-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/DSgNwdWy9GU/s400/grit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119569555542206434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rwxdbdj_Z_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/g9W10umwWt0/s1600-h/grit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rwxdbdj_Z_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/g9W10umwWt0/s400/grit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119569602786846706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rwxdb9j_aAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/F0VYEm-d8ek/s1600-h/grit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rwxdb9j_aAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/F0VYEm-d8ek/s400/grit3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119569611376781314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summed remains of the d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-7606399198706950091?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7606399198706950091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=7606399198706950091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7606399198706950091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7606399198706950091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/10/ay-summed-other-miracle-of-life-summed.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxdW9j_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/uP9PW07syyU/s72-c/beefsteakpolypore1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-8533039552386395450</id><published>2007-10-09T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:07:48.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation interrupted by falling flying saucers and there peeple'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW0dj_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/9VjoOk51AYs/s1600-h/clarksburg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW0dj_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/9VjoOk51AYs/s400/clarksburg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119562335702181730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW09j_Z3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/xzdAtmMnlRE/s1600-h/clarksburg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW09j_Z3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/xzdAtmMnlRE/s400/clarksburg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119562344292116338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW1dj_Z4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Oz_ejJSKFPc/s1600-h/clarksburg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW1dj_Z4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Oz_ejJSKFPc/s400/clarksburg3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119562352882050946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW19j_Z5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/PB8ks1r4u6s/s1600-h/clarksburg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW19j_Z5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/PB8ks1r4u6s/s400/clarksburg4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119562361471985554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW2Nj_Z6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/t8deTGdh8Nw/s1600-h/clarksburg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW2Nj_Z6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/t8deTGdh8Nw/s400/clarksburg5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119562365766952866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flying saucers clearly visible over &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clarksburg west virginia, i saw these with my own eyes, some sort of magnetoroidal drive definitely visible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-8533039552386395450?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8533039552386395450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=8533039552386395450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/8533039552386395450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/8533039552386395450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/10/flying-saucers-clearly-visible-over.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RwxW0dj_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/9VjoOk51AYs/s72-c/clarksburg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-6804804370382631477</id><published>2007-09-01T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T08:59:43.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RtkZ8JEBnBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hT-u6W2JyWE/s1600-h/eclipse113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RtkZ8JEBnBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hT-u6W2JyWE/s400/eclipse113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days of wine and eclipse but something else was in the air&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting caught in ontology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following from around 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DEATH ON THE NET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PING jefferson.village.virginia.edu: 56 data bytes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----jefferson.village.virginia.edu PING Statistics----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 packets transmitted, 0 packets received, 100% packet loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  xenyn-eid-E0.nyc.access.net (198.7.0.126)  2 ms  2 ms  2 ms&lt;br /&gt;2  sewer-S1-T1.nyc.access.net (166.84.64.10)  5 ms  4 ms  3 ms&lt;br /&gt;3  transit.nyc.access.net (166.84.0.98)  5 ms  5 ms  4 ms&lt;br /&gt;4  144.228.2.193 (144.228.2.193)  12 ms  12 ms  12 ms&lt;br /&gt;5  sl-dc-8-F0/0.sprintlink.net (144.228.20.8)  18 ms  17 ms  15 ms&lt;br /&gt;6  icm-dc-1-F0/0.icp.net (144.228.20.101)  29 ms  29 ms  13 ms&lt;br /&gt;7  icm-fix-e-H2/0-T3.icp.net (192.157.65.122)  25 ms  109 ms  38 ms&lt;br /&gt;8  sura9-fix-cf.sura.net (192.203.229.9)  17 ms  13 ms  18 ms&lt;br /&gt;9  sura8-ext-cf.sura.net (192.221.252.8)  24 ms  14 ms  13 ms&lt;br /&gt;10  wtn8-sura8-c3.sura.net (128.167.212.2)  17 ms  14 ms  15 ms&lt;br /&gt;11  ctv-wtn8-c3mb.sura.net (128.167.3.2)  24 ms  22 ms  22 ms&lt;br /&gt;12  uva-ctv-c3mb.sura.net (192.221.3.18)  41 ms  28 ms  27 ms&lt;br /&gt;13  acc-router.ver.NET (137.54.200.12)  24 ms  24 ms  26 ms&lt;br /&gt;14  garrett1-router.acc.Virginia.EDU (128.143.226.4)  26 ms  27 ms  25 ms&lt;br /&gt;15  * * *&lt;br /&gt;16  * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no answer from jefferson.village.virginia.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packets spew into the space, absent themselves past any conceivable&lt;br /&gt;timeout. Traceroute exhausts itself flailing uselessly at the doorway to&lt;br /&gt;eternal hell, damnation of black-hole event horizon where bytes transform&lt;br /&gt;into noise, heat, the far side of the chaotic domain. The bell tolls for&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson who, refusing enlightenment, does not accommodate this&lt;br /&gt;dark date in Cyberspace, this December  of Cybermurder,&lt;br /&gt;tinymurder, which shall be forgotten forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beforehand, there was mail-collapse, waves of temp files, waves of&lt;br /&gt;exiting processes, long languorous waves-becoming-membrane, almost the&lt;br /&gt;fluidity of space itself, wash-down of the wires, supplement of the&lt;br /&gt;signifier. But not quite, as the gag covered the mouth, the machine was&lt;br /&gt;raped, stuffed with anonymity, empty dark messagings, the gristle showing&lt;br /&gt;through. If you read this, if it arrives, you're shape-riding, riding the&lt;br /&gt;gristle, going for it; if you read this, there hasn't been a&lt;br /&gt;resurrection, you're just not part of the chaos, destruction, tinymurders&lt;br /&gt;and o lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh this is just the older stuff that appears every now and then&lt;br /&gt;you can find it just about the same time you can find other things&lt;br /&gt;at the a.txt when you look past the Net.txts of various sorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to take the damn video out, it wouldn't render over ten hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-6804804370382631477?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6804804370382631477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=6804804370382631477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6804804370382631477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6804804370382631477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/09/days-of-wine-and-eclipse-but-something.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RtkZ8JEBnBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hT-u6W2JyWE/s72-c/eclipse113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-4980785783278192739</id><published>2007-08-01T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:27:54.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RrEyagTcLAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5INeKe5-vDI/s1600-h/aurora022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RrEyagTcLAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5INeKe5-vDI/s400/aurora022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.c. a.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analogical, used by way of analogy&lt;br /&gt;Analogically, in an analogical manner&lt;br /&gt;Analogicalness, the quality of being analogical&lt;br /&gt;Analogize, to explain by way of analogy&lt;br /&gt;Analogous, having analogy&lt;br /&gt;Analogy, resemblance between things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digit, three fourths of an inch, the twelfth part of the diameter&lt;br /&gt;of the sun or moon; an number expressed by a single figure&lt;br /&gt;Digitated, branched out into divisions like fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electre, a mixed metal&lt;br /&gt;Electrical, Electrick, attractive without magnetism&lt;br /&gt;Electricity, a property in bodies, wherebye, when rubbed, they&lt;br /&gt;draw substances, and emit fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Walker's Critical Pronouncing Dictionary, 1823)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am God and when I die God is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's little time left to speak to Me.)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not leaving a forwarding address.)&lt;br /&gt;(Come to think of it.)&lt;br /&gt;(Offerings don't count.)&lt;br /&gt;(Pretty much anything you have to say.)&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you for listening.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Wonderful Picture of the Month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when the image of a text becomes the archaeology of the text&lt;br /&gt;itself? Let's find out in this wonderful image by Alan Sondheim. He says:&lt;br /&gt;"I took this with a Canon 630 set on flash and automatic. The image is a&lt;br /&gt;shelf in my local bookstore, full of works connected with "theory" and&lt;br /&gt;other intellectual pursuits. But everyone knows that books like knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;decay, and I thought, how can I hasten the process? I experimented with&lt;br /&gt;many filters and pencil bandwidths, finally settling on an ideal transfor-&lt;br /&gt;mation, in which a few of the titles like Doubt are just barely visible. I&lt;br /&gt;hope to continue in this vein; the best thing about digital photography is&lt;br /&gt;that no one needs to see your failures, and there are so many successes!&lt;br /&gt;I'd advise anyone to just keep their eyes open, to shoot what they know,&lt;br /&gt;and to shoot as many images as possible. You'll find that one golden one&lt;br /&gt;in the mountain of dross, but it's always worth waiting for. And with&lt;br /&gt;digital, you can just shoot and shoot and shoot! It costs almost nothing&lt;br /&gt;to make mistakes, but takes a great deal of editing and creative energy to&lt;br /&gt;find that one perfect image, the one that dreams are made of." We are sure&lt;br /&gt;that Alan will continue to make these "perfect images," and we will all&lt;br /&gt;enjoy them. This is a far cry from our Sunset Composition we began with,&lt;br /&gt;just a few months ago! http://www.asondheim.org/thelatest.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Stress Fracture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from my desk which is neither in Paris nor the Black&lt;br /&gt;Forest; it faces nothing but bleak development, projects, urban wasteland&lt;br /&gt;scheduled for drastic over-development, still opposed by Develop Don't&lt;br /&gt;Destroy Brooklyn (DDDB) in what is increasingly appearing to be a losing&lt;br /&gt;battle. How can one expect literature from such blight, nature pushed out&lt;br /&gt;to the limit, pigeons with missing toes resulting from frostbite, squir-&lt;br /&gt;rels huddled in backyards along with jays and almost invisible mourning&lt;br /&gt;doves? Everything protects itself; humans are the dominant species and&lt;br /&gt;everything, including other humans, is prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't can't expect literature, only theory crippled by screams and auto&lt;br /&gt;accidents; you can't expect proper grammar and spelling - those literary&lt;br /&gt;matters - in the face of screeching cars and sirens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/windowview.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uselessness of Monoculture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will call 'monoculture' anything before the advent of the Internet - in&lt;br /&gt;particular artworks, literature, theater, dance, etc. etc. This culture is&lt;br /&gt;characterized by the singular; even when dispersive anatomies are present,&lt;br /&gt;they are always in opposition or subtext to traditional thought. The mono-&lt;br /&gt;lith is always present and accounted-for. The monolith is either station-&lt;br /&gt;ary or process- movement- oriented, always static or dynamic; its elements&lt;br /&gt;cohere, separate, are born to die, to be reborn again. This is the culture&lt;br /&gt;of the traditional university but it is also urban culture, street-corner&lt;br /&gt;culture; it is the culture of history and historiography, of the encyclo-&lt;br /&gt;pedia and the expert and think-tank. Monoculture resolves, whether towards&lt;br /&gt;resolution or irresolution; it is possessed by narratological impulse, by&lt;br /&gt;development and the compass. Monoculture is not necessarily unary; there&lt;br /&gt;is multiplicity and the nomadic, beneath the stars, within it. Monoculture&lt;br /&gt;blinds us to the world; it is the World that is all the case. It is the&lt;br /&gt;culture of gas, liquid, solid, electrostatics, electrodynamics, special&lt;br /&gt;and general relativity; it is the substance of quantum mechanics insofar&lt;br /&gt;as action may be defined as action or verification at a distance. In sum,&lt;br /&gt;it is our sum, our summation, our accountancy of the world and of our-&lt;br /&gt;selves, and it is useless, as the result of an Internet that is neither&lt;br /&gt;singular nor plural, neither present nor absent, neither coherent nor dis-&lt;br /&gt;persed; I will call 'Internet' what has corrupted monoculture, tended&lt;br /&gt;towards its demise. I am not implying that 'Internet' in fact or fiction&lt;br /&gt;signifies anything, that the name means; it may, in fact or fiction, be&lt;br /&gt;characterized imprecisely by insigification, spews, abjections, blurs,&lt;br /&gt;avatars, nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the change that has come about within and without the tangled skein,&lt;br /&gt;holarchy of networkings, is of the plasma or swarm; it is Wolfram's&lt;br /&gt;science, not Hertz's. Thinking through social sites, collaborative facting&lt;br /&gt;and fictioning, wikipediatry, avatars of avatars, bots and phishing, what&lt;br /&gt;comes clear is lack of clarity, lack of clarity's epistemology. This is a&lt;br /&gt;fundamental transform to the extent that anything is fundamental at this&lt;br /&gt;point; it sweeps away, for example, plots and allegories, bureaucracies&lt;br /&gt;and governments, minds and bodies. Think of pre-Internet novels - novels&lt;br /&gt;of modernism or post-modernism, of constructed and conceptual weavings, of&lt;br /&gt;characters or lack of them. And television, theater, cinema, follow suit;&lt;br /&gt;one is locked into farther time, father time, to diegesis, to an unravel-&lt;br /&gt;ing that characterizes experimental film as well. Neither film nor paint-&lt;br /&gt;ing are linear, but both participate in a locking-down of perspective, no&lt;br /&gt;matter what openings, contusions, are on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacan, Gardner, even Bateson presaged multiplicities; in Wolfram the swarm&lt;br /&gt;is simultaneously organized and disorganized. Lacan never went far enough;&lt;br /&gt;there was that reliance on language, no matter how shifted. It comes down&lt;br /&gt;to this: When I read a novel, I don't recognize myself, the 'times,' any-&lt;br /&gt;thing. When I watch a show on television, there are actors, people, or&lt;br /&gt;animated actors. They're moving through familiar antiquated monolithic&lt;br /&gt;space, proscenium or deep space - it makes no difference; there's always a&lt;br /&gt;perspective. Perspective invades novels, stories, the world of monolithic&lt;br /&gt;writing - on the other hand, try assigning a vanishing-point to MySpace or&lt;br /&gt;even Facebook. Even Second Life, which tends towards classical perspec-&lt;br /&gt;tive, falls apart on the edges where the simulacrum of physics is turned,&lt;br /&gt;churned upside-down. One doesn't recognize (oneself or others) in Second&lt;br /&gt;Life because recognition is already a problem; everything moves within the&lt;br /&gt;aegis of Bell's theorem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider photographic apparatus: begin with camera obscura, that one-to-&lt;br /&gt;one allegory of the real - through Daguerre, view cameras, stationary then&lt;br /&gt;moving then Edgerton. Cameras dissolve into swarming components; now com-&lt;br /&gt;ponents themselves disappear as cameras transform into light-sensitive&lt;br /&gt;holarchies, networked or independent, under whose or what control? The&lt;br /&gt;image ends up everywhere and nowhere at all; no longer is it allegory -&lt;br /&gt;which has long since disappeared - but the stuttering of the fragment&lt;br /&gt;which no longer is in need of suture or extension. You can watch family&lt;br /&gt;trauma, physical and mental abuse, on the morning talk shows, but whose&lt;br /&gt;families? whose abuse? whose perspective? It doesn't need to end up on&lt;br /&gt;YouTube; YouTube provides its own violence, its own parameters of liter-&lt;br /&gt;ally unfathomable streams. Videos are removed if found, if from copy-&lt;br /&gt;righted material; everything gets through, leaks. But leaks from nothing -&lt;br /&gt;the culture, non-monolithic, Internetted, leaks without transmitters,&lt;br /&gt;receivers, leaks without channels, or leaks from traditional channels,&lt;br /&gt;only to be churned back, lost in brackish protocol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code, programs, codes, protocols, reference one another, are increasingly&lt;br /&gt;open-sourceless; scratch the surface and no one's there, nor beneath the&lt;br /&gt;surface - all those dead-ending projects on SourceForge ending up maybe&lt;br /&gt;somewhere else, maybe vaporware, the languor of the name. Languages embed&lt;br /&gt;languages; soon they'll be without physical foundation for all intents and&lt;br /&gt;purposes, perfectly floating signifiers shattering against subroutines and&lt;br /&gt;useful or useless misuses. (The world doesn't end either with a bang or&lt;br /&gt;with a whimper; there is no world to end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This confusion is on the ground as well - in some places, Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;really is a witch; children suffer as a result. It doesn't take electron-&lt;br /&gt;ics; it takes nothing more than extinctions, overpopulation, global cli-&lt;br /&gt;mate change, weapon distribution, religious fanaticisms, starvation,&lt;br /&gt;desertification - the unsupportive world. Radiations swirl around the&lt;br /&gt;farthest villages; there are unheard broadcasts, music, news, exhortations&lt;br /&gt;to the perfect religious life, promises of vacated paradises. These places&lt;br /&gt;or spaces are the future of the novel; language dissolves without signifi-&lt;br /&gt;ers, without that place where the sememe holds, however tenuously. It's&lt;br /&gt;here that home is found, in the bombing of the home, categorization of&lt;br /&gt;flora and fauna, ethnic cleansing. Online real explosions transform into&lt;br /&gt;hacking, thousands, millions, of MySpace friends, hundreds of millions of&lt;br /&gt;blogs, billions of Wikipedia pages hardly ever under contestation. Yes,&lt;br /&gt;it's all true. Yes, none of it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monolithic culture prepared the battlefield inhabited only by the wounded.&lt;br /&gt;Monolithic culture developed the technology of multiplicity and the plasma&lt;br /&gt;- a multiplicity of multiplicities, never stationary enough for analysis,&lt;br /&gt;never moving enough for a coherent dynamics to emerge. It's a memory to an&lt;br /&gt;extent, to the extent that memory is encapsulated in fast-forward media&lt;br /&gt;already forgetting what was loosened in the habitus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all electronic, all colonial, all nanobot, this isn't your fath-&lt;br /&gt;er's monoculture, your mother's multiplicity, your father's multiplicity,&lt;br /&gt;your mother's monoculture. Capital seeps everywhere as do heat and water;&lt;br /&gt;island nations are disappearing in the Pacific, Atlantic not far behind.&lt;br /&gt;Think of this as the anxiety of diminishing power; surely, not only is the&lt;br /&gt;world out of control, but control is as well. What happens to feedback in&lt;br /&gt;chaotic domains? One likes to think fecundity, fractal, but in the real&lt;br /&gt;this holds only so long before 'things' bottom out in rust and tumors.&lt;br /&gt;Monoculture is always waiting in the wings; as networks decay and data-&lt;br /&gt;bases turn useless, big iron will descend upon the world. But this is far&lt;br /&gt;in the future, a future so defined that no one will see it, no one will&lt;br /&gt;inhabit it. Instead of now, we are pre-sent, always in a state of arrival;&lt;br /&gt;there are endless tracks, monorails, they go nowhere, sink in dust,&lt;br /&gt;desiccation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all electronic, and as technology miniaturizes, improves, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;these skeins will continue, sheathed, to exist, transmit, transform, no&lt;br /&gt;matter what. Then the scenario simply holds longer. Consider: There are no&lt;br /&gt;species. There is no real life, no organic life, no artificial life, no&lt;br /&gt;patented life, no constructed life. There is network life and one hopes&lt;br /&gt;that the remnants of wilderness (which are not to be deconstructed) remain&lt;br /&gt;that way, that enclaves succeed where management hasn't. Consider: There&lt;br /&gt;are no persons; there are couplings, situations which grow increasingly&lt;br /&gt;small and temporary, imminent decisions. Consider: Immanence has disap-&lt;br /&gt;peared, if it were every anything more than mythos; it's replaced by the&lt;br /&gt;Facebook contact, as enunciations are replaced and replicated by 'What I&lt;br /&gt;am doing now.' Consider the usual: We are all audience; none of us are&lt;br /&gt;watching; we are all watching; there is no 'we.' It's the latter Lacan has&lt;br /&gt;missed; there is nothing to talk about. These essays themselves are thin&lt;br /&gt;sheaves, interspersions; they carry the dim light of the dusk into the&lt;br /&gt;dusk. 'Beyond' means absolutely nothing; time is indicated only by the&lt;br /&gt;stoppage of death. What is a store if not a mouse-click or twitch? What is&lt;br /&gt;a body if not blown to pieces by a car-bomb? On a certain undefined level,&lt;br /&gt;these are identical. Perhaps an economic level. Perhaps in the poetics of&lt;br /&gt;disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be in pain, slaughtered, wounded, is two-fold, interior, exterior. The&lt;br /&gt;former stops everything; it is unthinkable, unbearable. It is always other&lt;br /&gt;even when ourselves. The color of time disappears without witness. But&lt;br /&gt;exterior - this requires transmission, a receiver, political economy, some&lt;br /&gt;means of noise control. The receiver must be receptive, must orient itself&lt;br /&gt;towards the message; otherwise the message remains noise, death. The&lt;br /&gt;receiver must have space place for reception, a moment off the network&lt;br /&gt;which in the very real, idiotic inert real, may be what has brought her to&lt;br /&gt;this moment. But the receiver is already dissolving and a hundred-thousand&lt;br /&gt;new novels are being born, and they are not novels, nor histories, but&lt;br /&gt;software biographies perhaps. Rather than monoculture, monolith, let us&lt;br /&gt;say multlathe, uncontrolled or multiply-controlled lathes refashioning,&lt;br /&gt;refiguring, configuring, what we are reading that was once literature.&lt;br /&gt;There is great exhilaration, great promise; multilathing, in its bypassing&lt;br /&gt;any and all absolutes, is always in process of permanent deconstruction.&lt;br /&gt;Think of the school essay, modified, bought, sold, dated, outdated, online&lt;br /&gt;and offline, assembled, reassembled, spell-checked, recreated, plagiar-&lt;br /&gt;ized, written on demand, printed on demand, behind wikipediatry, related&lt;br /&gt;to class, gender, sex, race, nation, religion, handedness, all or none.&lt;br /&gt;Think of the essay reader, the recipient, following through with programs&lt;br /&gt;designed to weed out the copy which is always already a copy, hacking his&lt;br /&gt;way through the sememe looking for miscreants, passing results to and from&lt;br /&gt;university and institutional databases, listening softly to the YouTube&lt;br /&gt;song, exchange of draft letter on Gmail, or just listening to Ipod Itunes&lt;br /&gt;with her Ii. The whole world is steganographic, embedded, uninterpretable,&lt;br /&gt;piecemeal, exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for better or worse monoculture is dead; it grew on foreign soil, is in&lt;br /&gt;the process of recession. To what? To the corners of vulnerable data-bases&lt;br /&gt;and technologies, conservationists, those disappearing from the present.&lt;br /&gt;The future were there, pre-sent, and it's why novels and paintings and&lt;br /&gt;just about anything before 1985, say - _not_ 1968 - is inconceivably&lt;br /&gt;quaint, something for school credit, nothing more. We need an ethnography&lt;br /&gt;of our own pasts presented as disappearing cultures or archaeologies&lt;br /&gt;written in the unreadable, spoken in the unspeakable; it is here that our&lt;br /&gt;bodies once reproduced and never reproduced in the continuing acceleration&lt;br /&gt;of images - of someone or other or no one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not good enough; I'm not smart enough: You may think this is tempora-&lt;br /&gt;ry or not-me, not-I, that this is elsewhere, of an other, an other genera-&lt;br /&gt;tion, place space, time, time before death. This is not the bicylist who&lt;br /&gt;was injured on the corner of Fifth and Bergen three days ago, but this is&lt;br /&gt;her/our interior, her/our political economy, what comes about in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of architecture and physics. I want to talk about the pleasure of novel-&lt;br /&gt;reading, Harry Potter and other accelerants, and their fan- and enclave-&lt;br /&gt;existence. I want to talk about radiations and dusts and their dispersions&lt;br /&gt;and what they carry from prions to nanogarbage to pollutions to sex to&lt;br /&gt;early deaths from bullets and asthma. I want to talk about mash, I want to&lt;br /&gt;perform djay vjay Vday vdday. I want to be you or someone. Rimbaud knew he&lt;br /&gt;was splitting up. The last of the obscene has passed, the obscene is al-&lt;br /&gt;ways passing: the ob-hack fractured and visible. The last of the discourse&lt;br /&gt;too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagarjuna 1 2 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are singing no space, place, spatial distinctions cumber observation,&lt;br /&gt;the annihilated self. How so. Speak no speech, to be spoken to, undisting-&lt;br /&gt;uished distinction, in zazen in walking meditation, hearing is the space&lt;br /&gt;of the heard. My bones are ornaments, my neck Buddha's, my eyes Nagarju-&lt;br /&gt;na's. Pratyahara, withdrawal, without rasa, flavor, fervour. Breathing is&lt;br /&gt;the body's violence, meditate your corpse, you have it, you are singing no&lt;br /&gt;home, no home singing, you are singing no home singing, you are singing no&lt;br /&gt;home singing no home singing, you are singing no home singing&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/buddha.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two lives there certainly are not; -- nevertheless an extra body is&lt;br /&gt;visible, by reason of the Shadow-Sickness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  Naga-tabi no&lt;br /&gt;  Oto wo shitaite&lt;br /&gt;   Mi futatsu ni&lt;br /&gt;  Naru wa onna no&lt;br /&gt;  Saru rikombyo. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Lafcadio Hearn )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is foretold by gong is foreshadowed by memory of its telling.&lt;br /&gt;True, but emergence she said.&lt;br /&gt;She said true, but emergence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/bhaga.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notes on code:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study of huddling http://www.asondheim.org/huddled.mp4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major modality:&lt;br /&gt;Relationship between modeling and codework:&lt;br /&gt;mapping within the subtext/substructure of the metric.&lt;br /&gt;Visual modeling: Visual as thetic  - modality of happenstance (i.e.&lt;br /&gt;modeling becomes dependent on the physiology of visual bandwidth).&lt;br /&gt;Aural modeling: Visual with similar field, different spatial modality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the thetic (is that the correct word?) in relation to ideality?&lt;br /&gt;Does political economy depend on visual/aural physiology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanning as doubled text: coded software / parameterization of the real&lt;br /&gt;tending towards results which are residue (separate the results from the&lt;br /&gt;structure). But within the phenomenology of the real, the results and&lt;br /&gt;structure are inextricably tangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motion capture (mocap) - see scanning. In scanning, the static object is&lt;br /&gt;standard; in motion capture, the dynamic object. Think perhaps of the&lt;br /&gt;latter in terms of a second-order differential - doubled modeling of&lt;br /&gt;changes (1. through mocap; 2. through 'accelerated modeling').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results: the 'code carapace' or chiten - Barrier/revelation code.&lt;br /&gt;(Older work: The relation of consciousness to structured systems: what are&lt;br /&gt;the manifestations of those systems?) Code as armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing and hearing seem 'tawdry,' unable to sustain the abstracted or&lt;br /&gt;philosophical weight placed upon them. To see or hear text philosophically&lt;br /&gt;churns on transparency; everything else stumbles. We turn to writing&lt;br /&gt;because it gets away from us to the extent that it's also reflective of&lt;br /&gt;deep abstraction, alien-code (all code is alien).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All code is alien because it calls from elsewhere - or rather, doesn't&lt;br /&gt;call at all; it's as if someone created it, it's as if it wasn't created,&lt;br /&gt;not a bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the fundamental phenomenological status of code: some of it is&lt;br /&gt;created, but some of it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was here -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Life residue / theory, Sandy Baldwin, Alan Sondheim:&lt;br /&gt;On avatars and avatar escapes, July 26 performance -&lt;br /&gt;duplication eliminated -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13:23]  Gesture is missing from database.&lt;br /&gt;Eifachfilm Vacirca Online&lt;br /&gt;sandy Taifun [13:29]  Taifun: My avatars! little people!&lt;br /&gt;I have moved into the interior of  avatars...&lt;br /&gt;avatars speak with a thousand voices. Mon poupees.&lt;br /&gt;DO WE NOT BREATHE AS ONE PERSON? ARE HUMAN?&lt;br /&gt;murmur constantly, you can hear them just beneath surface, in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;gasps air, dolls&lt;br /&gt;[13:30]  They run around everywhere, underfoot. will play song, aire,&lt;br /&gt;jig or rondelay!&lt;br /&gt;vectored human&lt;br /&gt;define an avatar as organism which infinitely repairable&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;within and without semi-geodesic space paralleling&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming avatar-man dream-woman.&lt;br /&gt;natyasatrotpatti: mythical origin work&lt;br /&gt;You begin to understand that all are bots expert systems some symptoms&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;preksagrhalasksana: characteristicis playhouse its different parts&lt;br /&gt;You: ==/222&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's no more it, his writing discourse itself getting stale.&lt;br /&gt;He's taken bend&lt;br /&gt;trundles bundles towards future; we're there carrying than our share&lt;br /&gt;avatar's, where there, so heard&lt;br /&gt;Just like those pirouettes, if were body at center them. Her skirt kept&lt;br /&gt;flying up, was nothing&lt;br /&gt;SQUEAK forever now hold your peace; this life, do lease on any other,&lt;br /&gt;left,&lt;br /&gt;rangadevatapujana: worship deities connected stage&lt;br /&gt;upangavidhana: gestures minor limbs such eyes eyballs eyebrows nose&lt;br /&gt;cheeks lower lip chin mouth&lt;br /&gt;fifty industrialized nations incincerated 250000 Iraqis ARMED POLITICS&lt;br /&gt;ANNIHILIZATION science baby, camera absurd linkage VOLUPTUOUS SHOCK&lt;br /&gt;VIGOR BODY FRAME "TREE" "SEA" "SKY" "I" GO AWAY red pepper boiling&lt;br /&gt;vinegar teach marks PHILOSOPHY OF VIRTUAL BEDROOM AVATAR immortal&lt;br /&gt;sacred heater language train pet&lt;br /&gt;ritual-objects-insignia-power-substitute-spiritual-satellite-enchanted-l&lt;br /&gt;ove-exposure-regulative-transaction-corruption-norm&lt;br /&gt;acquire baody others - blood milk urine shit face value social&lt;br /&gt;universal perversion contract law coordinate field&lt;br /&gt;rudding odors sweat vaginal semen ova decompositions bacteria&lt;br /&gt;vegetation hummingbirds sparrows flies mites "i detest her because i&lt;br /&gt;know well" imitate her" curse felt"&lt;br /&gt;OOH AHH YOU AAH YOUR YOURS ARMS criminalization society = transactions&lt;br /&gt;portions feed decay protodocument libertinage rules for outcries&lt;br /&gt;screams unnatural acts after-image liquefy vaporize crime shortcircuit&lt;br /&gt;dissipate thickness passion trigger calculate&lt;br /&gt;sinews muscles mecoming glands libs blotting out muscular enervations&lt;br /&gt;loose wet chest become&lt;br /&gt;semiotic comic witness extreme pleasure speech reduction crushed&lt;br /&gt;conspiracy integral monsters torso split big brains&lt;br /&gt;cipher OUTRAGE THE NORM ASSAULT SUCH EQUILIBRIUM BLAZE SCREAM solitude&lt;br /&gt;essential limit stranger shout&lt;br /&gt;metallize starched nurse uniform wanton hands liquify atmospheric&lt;br /&gt;electricity markers lust muddies turgid light idols&lt;br /&gt;vaseline-coated lens streets orchid limb thrust meter possessive&lt;br /&gt;handgun GIMME SAY AM DYING remaining suspended fondly animal fur&lt;br /&gt;feathers root dank hummus flake caress fabric come silk leather seesaw&lt;br /&gt;horse hump transact mire ossify&lt;br /&gt;slime&lt;br /&gt;fluminescens&lt;br /&gt;hardness bones rods collapse secretions belly giggling jelly swamps&lt;br /&gt;fetishize solidify sweating gleaming belts boots powdered&lt;br /&gt;male milk-sap LIFE FLUID EXCESS BLOOD PUMP fluid conduity neuter&lt;br /&gt;identity self hunt economy dyad eat wife-force co-&lt;br /&gt;[13:31]  phallocratic mach bullshit rights WIT NONSENSE RICOCHET HEART&lt;br /&gt;CLANDESTINE NIBBLES ocean illuminated plastic box motor, tiny&lt;br /&gt;heels depilated legs job musculature buildt gym scar liquid hand&lt;br /&gt;movement want man woman PEFORATED LOBES EARS HIS NOSTRILS TUSKS BEAKS&lt;br /&gt;CLAWS PLUMES SHELLS PATHS FEAST&lt;br /&gt;hillbill&lt;br /&gt;monoculture&lt;br /&gt;SURFACE! SEX! SHADOWS! ELEMENTS! PINK MUFFINS! COUCH EARTH! DUCK LIPS!&lt;br /&gt;MANDRAKES!&lt;br /&gt;small creature half-hidden seaweed brown drag undertow hermit crab&lt;br /&gt;shell smelled moist ebb doorway&lt;br /&gt;[13:32]  corpse color remains when their unreality has been demonstrated&lt;br /&gt;becomes eye longer stimulation retina world declares odorless song wind&lt;br /&gt;trees&lt;br /&gt;remediations, mediations, projectivities,  introjectivities,&lt;br /&gt;phenomenologies, histories, mechanics, Extruded intruded (upon) body:&lt;br /&gt;cleansed bodies continuous middle-eastern 'war'&lt;br /&gt;armored imaginary journeys  (Rhine, England); sexualized bodies:&lt;br /&gt;o avatar, rise midst maelstrom, sadness cobalt plutonium uranium radium&lt;br /&gt;seriously, what covers pain completion, yours argon xenon neon, whirl&lt;br /&gt;me through infinnnnitude drugs&lt;br /&gt;file sex fuck suck cum avatar.&lt;br /&gt;knife skin watch solo sexatar watch.&lt;br /&gt;shades avatars-- precognition behavior collision transparent&lt;br /&gt;interpenetration gave new Life Avatar Body moves would move had File&lt;br /&gt;called God&lt;br /&gt;attempting escape vectors result avatar-work led 15:47:47 There&lt;br /&gt;constructed motion capture  equipment 15:48:08 images laser scanning&lt;br /&gt;check Love War, Avatar, Cyborg, Experimental conferences.&lt;br /&gt;{avatars backed, back infinite space}.&lt;br /&gt;digital sublime, space}&lt;br /&gt;imitating real-life people right, imitatin avatars.&lt;br /&gt;refuse moon-bay, moon-bay.  avatars, (digital) sublime; backed&lt;br /&gt;, well, these torn apart, By What May AsK?&lt;br /&gt;sublime&lt;br /&gt;backs against wall space; nowhere left go.&lt;br /&gt;elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;The disappearance branch hardened rock occasional  artifacts.&lt;br /&gt;itself, image-avatar, ghost. ghost travels anything course;  coordinates&lt;br /&gt;tacit knowledge electronic Every symbol ligament avatar; every referent&lt;br /&gt;gesture; gesture procures body; speaking&lt;br /&gt;spectre doll faerie wraithe hobgoblin troll tengu kappa presence&lt;br /&gt;cloth stitch suture binding closing damming holding velvet cotton wool&lt;br /&gt;"Consider next smearing thinking skin.\n";&lt;br /&gt;Kamishibai, virtual idols, PlayKiss&lt;br /&gt;Nikuko, Meat-Girl, (among others) 'emanation'&lt;br /&gt;another dead ok you're hearing imitation 78 record created event very&lt;br /&gt;low frequency&lt;br /&gt;help. 16:04:35 explore 'body-avatar' issues&lt;br /&gt;tobother less! 16:07:11 dancers live yes 29-Jan-2007 16:07:18 In fact&lt;br /&gt;they something head pieces did while ago but excusable! went &lt;br /&gt;somewhere, said something!&lt;br /&gt;beginning transparency, wizard listening-posts MOOs example. Here we&lt;br /&gt;are, becoming-virtual still.&lt;br /&gt;Given danced-to-infinity motion-capture second=life quasi-avatar &lt;br /&gt;tethered somewhat distanced&lt;br /&gt;image 'break through' private  barriers course consequence&lt;br /&gt;"one by one, each line alone, typing Control-d done.\n";&lt;br /&gt;$name calls forth $a[$gen1] $noun[$non], hungered, making things. &lt;br /&gt;$prep[$pre] $a[$gen], $a[$diff], $[$gen], $str?&lt;br /&gt;system("touch .trace; rev rope &gt;&gt; .trace");           system("rm&lt;br /&gt;rope"); &lt;br /&gt;"Your inscription finished, thing.", "\n\n" 3 &lt; $g;&lt;br /&gt;fly it. takenpart apart llnhx 2.2.6.::attributions Devour Blue&lt;br /&gt;Nattributions Brought Forth lntarn$l karnals, bhckats pf mpdhlas,&lt;br /&gt;Attempt grapple ungrapple Death Star Galleon (s0): h boarding Flying&lt;br /&gt;Dutchy (f0) Dutc&lt;br /&gt;Sound wood wire: alpine zither:&lt;br /&gt;wish home computer with.&lt;br /&gt;avoid swords.  swords make angry.&lt;br /&gt;avatar-meat  representation uncaptured remembering origins / scars&lt;br /&gt;ancer ancer/avatar ancer/ancer ancer/igital igital ancer. &lt;br /&gt;ancer{}igital{{}}avatar{}analog. igital{{}}avatar{}analog. &lt;br /&gt;deconstructible&lt;br /&gt;level deconstruction&lt;br /&gt;engineering reverse "My leashed, logical  thought, protocols thought;&lt;br /&gt;it's wonder think  al&lt;br /&gt;One cannot reach farther one's reach, closer control release,&lt;br /&gt;dissipation. Enter reality     world, suffused sound.&lt;br /&gt;Over Lord 1      Quon: tone war... Wings creak, sound beginning.       &lt;br /&gt;  (Subtitle) &lt;br /&gt;Haruka: "Why blue?" That's wondering.     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But there are results and results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However think through a second process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interface 6 and Interface 1 interact, transform the ontology of Class 7.&lt;br /&gt;Thus Class 7 is virtual by dint of representation through the processes of&lt;br /&gt;Interface 6 and Interface 1. Perhaps the full model is a ghost trap within&lt;br /&gt;which the epistemological changes among Class 4 and Class 0 are iin&lt;br /&gt;relation to the ontological change of Class 7, virtual. Then perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Interface 6 and Interface 1 are in a continuous process of evanescence,&lt;br /&gt;disappearance. These are the models of coding process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moktak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moktak composition for plane, bird, lake, moktak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/moktak.mp4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mandala is the impression of the feet." (Hevajratantra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I hear the three sounds, may I perceive the three forms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having said this to witness I will have been reborn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Propitiation dies with the insurmountable corpse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meditate upon the double entrance of the circle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The accountancy of rebirth is of no account at all (i.e. nothing)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All afflictions, all sufferings, extinguished by these words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The whole of existence, Clear Light and mirror."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten directions and no sounds, two directions, semen and blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten directions, no sounds, the (fierce) corpse is killed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I perceive the word of the corpse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Death is a tautology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I perceive the word of death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our earth, the killdeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are on earth for such a shorttime, we have no more than a picture.&lt;br /&gt;the picture is what we think of when we say, 'the way things are.'&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday or tomorrow, something new, perhaps a bee.&lt;br /&gt;the bee pollinates a flower shortly after our death.&lt;br /&gt;there is a storm somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;just now, i am beginning to understand the alarm calls of the killdeer.&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of a shorebird, the feint, the run, the back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;everything, everyone, lives in a different world.&lt;br /&gt;i can say this because the image is always a sad image, the image is in&lt;br /&gt;mourning for our death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/killdeeralarm.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like neural signals, the killdeer calls are a mix of analog and digital&lt;br /&gt;phenomenology - their frequency is very narrow, and the repetitions of&lt;br /&gt;standard (most likely territorial or display) calls are easily comprehen-&lt;br /&gt;ded - at least they appear to be (the cry of the killdeer is easily iden-&lt;br /&gt;tified) - on the other hand, there are temporal processes, non-standard&lt;br /&gt;pitch and repetition, which present information, in this case alarm based&lt;br /&gt;on distance, degree of threat, etc. - as far as i can tell - which means&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all - on the sample you hear both calls and responses and the&lt;br /&gt;changes within individual calls as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_NOTES AND DIALOG ON CODE_ (7/31/07) (Sandy Baldwin and Alan Sondheim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTES ON CODE (Alan Sondheim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major modality:&lt;br /&gt;Relationship between modeling and codework:&lt;br /&gt;mapping within the subtext/substructure of the metric.&lt;br /&gt;Visual modeling: Visual as thetic  - modality of happenstance (i.e.&lt;br /&gt;modeling becomes dependent on the physiology of visual bandwidth).&lt;br /&gt;Aural modeling: Visual with similar field, different spatial modality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the thetic (is that the correct word?) in relation to ideality?&lt;br /&gt;Does political economy depend on visual/aural physiology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanning as doubled text: coded software / parameterization of the real&lt;br /&gt;tending towards results which are residue (separate the results from the&lt;br /&gt;structure). But within the phenomenology of the real, the results and&lt;br /&gt;structure are inextricably tangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motion capture (mocap) - see scanning. In scanning, the static object is&lt;br /&gt;standard; in motion capture, the dynamic object. Think perhaps of the&lt;br /&gt;latter in terms of a second-order differential - doubled modeling of&lt;br /&gt;changes (1. through mocap; 2. through 'accelerated modeling').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results: the 'code carapace' or chiten - Barrier/revelation code.&lt;br /&gt;(Older work: The relation of consciousness to structured systems: what are&lt;br /&gt;the manifestations of those systems?) Code as armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing and hearing seem 'tawdry,' unable to sustain the abstracted or&lt;br /&gt;philosophical weight placed upon them. To see or hear text philosophically&lt;br /&gt;churns on transparency; everything else stumbles. We turn to writing&lt;br /&gt;because it gets away from us to the extent that it's also reflective of&lt;br /&gt;deep abstraction, alien-code (all code is alien).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All code is alien because it calls from elsewhere - or rather, doesn't&lt;br /&gt;call at all; it's as if someone created it, it's as if it wasn't created,&lt;br /&gt;not a bit of it. Which is the fundamental phenomenological status of code:&lt;br /&gt;some of it is created, but some of it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIALOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy Baldwin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for these notes - always helpful. It would be interesting to&lt;br /&gt;present them somehow with the video. I'm trying to think about your&lt;br /&gt;question about the relation of the thetic to ideality. Now, the former&lt;br /&gt;references taking a position (thesis) and signification (cf Kristeva); the&lt;br /&gt;latter references Husserlian phenomenology and the constitutions of&lt;br /&gt;objects. Are the second set of distinctions (political economy - visual /&lt;br /&gt;aural physiology) parallel to the first two? Anyway, I wonder if you would&lt;br /&gt;venture an answer to the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Sondheim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I understand all the modalities or connotations of the&lt;br /&gt;thetic; online we have (among other things): 2.  Presented dogmatically;&lt;br /&gt;arbitrarily prescribed. and derived: Greek thetikos, from thetos, placed,&lt;br /&gt;from tithenai, to put; see dh- in Indo-European roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking of the thetic as arbitrary proffering, gesturing; if&lt;br /&gt;code might be construed from ideality, the thetic might be construed from&lt;br /&gt;code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visual/aural/sensory modalities seem clearly arbitrary in the larger&lt;br /&gt;scheme of things, if such exists; the electrical senses of fish obviously&lt;br /&gt;map the world completely differently (not to mention magnetism in birds,&lt;br /&gt;bees sensing of solar polarization etc.). So this is the thetic, the shown&lt;br /&gt;and it's in relation to political economy, which is dependent on culture&lt;br /&gt;and organism. The ideality - and this for me is where a kind of&lt;br /&gt;neo-platonism comes into play - is a structure which underlies everything&lt;br /&gt;- a structure which _might_ map through propositional logic or Wolfram's&lt;br /&gt;cellular automata or etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The structure is alien to the extent that a rock is in-itself, ding an&lt;br /&gt;such. It's possibly here that the uncanny of codework appears (and coding&lt;br /&gt;in general, mathematics/mathesis in general) - that code, no matter how&lt;br /&gt;written, always seems, in part, to come from somewhere else, to appear, to&lt;br /&gt;have appearance, whatever the sensory modality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the elaboration of the thetic. Some thoughts: As to the&lt;br /&gt;visual/aural modalities (you mention fish, for example), I wonder if&lt;br /&gt;inter-species animal display such as "stotting" (sp?) or "organs to be&lt;br /&gt;seen" and the like, apply here. Here the code of display, in the large&lt;br /&gt;sense of code from Eco or elsewhere, implies a semiotics that can't simply&lt;br /&gt;be understood in terms of a return to the individual or even the species,&lt;br /&gt;that gestures towards a general not-political economy. I'm thinking that&lt;br /&gt;we, insofar as we are just such animals in the world, are on display for&lt;br /&gt;the other (substitutable in the sense Levinas talks of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to look up stotting! The sp. is right. But I'm not sure that it&lt;br /&gt;doesn't imply a 'return to the individual' insofar as the communication is&lt;br /&gt;a signal? This isn't the 'mutual orienting of cognitive domains' - it's&lt;br /&gt;masquerade or camouflage in a sense? But the display has to be readable by&lt;br /&gt;the other, in both cases, stotting or display for the other, and the&lt;br /&gt;modalities are always limited; in fact, with stotting, the limitation is&lt;br /&gt;absolutely necessary - for a signal to be a signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this substitutability I refer to above as the alien you refer to *&lt;br /&gt;the alien that I am. The thetic (as arbitary positing and also as a&lt;br /&gt;"thing" in the scopic field) is always ideological. I think this is where&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming to your point about ideality, and when you mentioned&lt;br /&gt;neo-platonic I thought of Barthes' on the photograph as a kind of&lt;br /&gt;"emission" (in the sense of&lt;br /&gt;Plotinus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think we're in agreement here perhaps. The alien is the source&lt;br /&gt;structuration of code; the propositional calculus can't be consumed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed. Obviously, I'm thinking, on the one hand, of Bataille or Lingis&lt;br /&gt;and their insistence and foregrounding of economies of excess and&lt;br /&gt;non-return; but then, thought is made to account for and come back to&lt;br /&gt;itself. Now, this dialectical reason is inseparable from philosophy, yet&lt;br /&gt;we know there are other philosophies and unreasonable ways of thinking. I&lt;br /&gt;could see this as life within and against the human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting... I agree with you but then there's the 'selfish gene' issue&lt;br /&gt;- if the stotting is common and in various species, then it's not leaky at&lt;br /&gt;all but highly efficient; certainly it would be evolutionarily (?)&lt;br /&gt;determined more than other signals, since it's at the fulcrum of life and&lt;br /&gt;death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a different but not unrelated question - returning to the alien as&lt;br /&gt;"source structuration of code." I wonder about the following: it seems to&lt;br /&gt;me the subject relation to the symbolic online, let's say to the ideality&lt;br /&gt;of ascii, is like that of the subject of film. There's is something like&lt;br /&gt;suture occuring, and so on; at the same time, there's a difference and&lt;br /&gt;even a complete reversal. I think this has to do with time, but I'm not&lt;br /&gt;sure? Any thoughts here - again, if it's too much, there's no need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to be online. A HUGE storm is coming, lightning etc. out here.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - the subject online is an actant of course; the suture is similar&lt;br /&gt;but different in that the filmic subject is predetermined - and therein&lt;br /&gt;lies it's power - I think it relates to a fundamental masochism. The&lt;br /&gt;viewer is held in thrall by the film, and/or the actions of the viewer&lt;br /&gt;change nothing about the film itself - which continues to unravel at its&lt;br /&gt;own pace - but only about the diegesis, which is always in dialog. The&lt;br /&gt;subject in relation to the online symbolic, I assume you're referencing&lt;br /&gt;jectivity (projecting, introjecting) is in a sense too much in control, as&lt;br /&gt;if that control were offered to us elsewhere, outside online being as&lt;br /&gt;well. In that sense, time is 'supple' for the online subject - in film,&lt;br /&gt;it's not linear, but shuttled, and that dialog is set into motion by the&lt;br /&gt;obdurate quality of the film, which just unravels. Of course this obdurate&lt;br /&gt;quality relates, I think, to the inert of the real as well. Then when one&lt;br /&gt;brings dream, dream-screen, all these other aspects into it, the whole&lt;br /&gt;situation becomes muddled? Perhaps hopelessly so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, yes. I think in the suppleness of the online subject: ASCII gives&lt;br /&gt;me life, I give ASCII life, but I also ask more of ASCII than it can give,&lt;br /&gt;and it gives more than I can ASCII. (In the otherness of it.) Also,&lt;br /&gt;interesting that there's no "apparatus theory" of the net, beyond your&lt;br /&gt;internet text of course (which does explain all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World in Two Jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Passenger Pigeons does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Tibetan Buddhists does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-4980785783278192739?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4980785783278192739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=4980785783278192739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4980785783278192739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4980785783278192739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/08/b.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RrEyagTcLAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5INeKe5-vDI/s72-c/aurora022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-5713590941785341700</id><published>2007-07-21T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:39:25.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RqL7lQTcK_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/eys6vQ_Bj-I/s1600-h/coyote0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RqL7lQTcK_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/eys6vQ_Bj-I/s400/coyote0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089907146332318706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am God and when I die God is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's little time left to speak to Me.)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not leaving a forwarding address.)&lt;br /&gt;(Come to think of it.)&lt;br /&gt;(Offerings don't count.)&lt;br /&gt;(Pretty much anything you have to say.)&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you for listening.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uselessness of Monoculture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will call 'monoculture' anything before the advent of the Internet - in&lt;br /&gt;particular artworks, literature, theater, dance, etc. etc. This culture is&lt;br /&gt;characterized by the singular; even when dispersive anatomies are present,&lt;br /&gt;they are always in opposition or subtext to traditional thought. The mono-&lt;br /&gt;lith is always present and accounted-for. The monolith is either station-&lt;br /&gt;ary or process- movement- oriented, always static or dynamic; its elements&lt;br /&gt;cohere, separate, are born to die, to be reborn again. This is the culture&lt;br /&gt;of the traditional university but it is also urban culture, street-corner&lt;br /&gt;culture; it is the culture of history and historiography, of the encyclo-&lt;br /&gt;pedia and the expert and think-tank. Monoculture resolves, whether towards&lt;br /&gt;resolution or irresolution; it is possessed by narratological impulse, by&lt;br /&gt;development and the compass. Monoculture is not necessarily unary; there&lt;br /&gt;is multiplicity and the nomadic, beneath the stars, within it. Monoculture&lt;br /&gt;blinds us to the world; it is the World that is all the case. It is the&lt;br /&gt;culture of gas, liquid, solid, electrostatics, electrodynamics, special&lt;br /&gt;and general relativity; it is the substance of quantum mechanics insofar&lt;br /&gt;as action may be defined as action or verification at a distance. In sum,&lt;br /&gt;it is our sum, our summation, our accountancy of the world and of our-&lt;br /&gt;selves, and it is useless, as the result of an Internet that is neither&lt;br /&gt;singular nor plural, neither present nor absent, neither coherent nor dis-&lt;br /&gt;persed; I will call 'Internet' what has corrupted monoculture, tended&lt;br /&gt;towards its demise. I am not implying that 'Internet' in fact or fiction&lt;br /&gt;signifies anything, that the name means; it may, in fact or fiction, be&lt;br /&gt;characterized imprecisely by insigification, spews, abjections, blurs,&lt;br /&gt;avatars, nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the change that has come about within and without the tangled skein,&lt;br /&gt;holarchy of networkings, is of the plasma or swarm; it is Wolfram's&lt;br /&gt;science, not Hertz's. Thinking through social sites, collaborative facting&lt;br /&gt;and fictioning, wikipediatry, avatars of avatars, bots and phishing, what&lt;br /&gt;comes clear is lack of clarity, lack of clarity's epistemology. This is a&lt;br /&gt;fundamental transform to the extent that anything is fundamental at this&lt;br /&gt;point; it sweeps away, for example, plots and allegories, bureaucracies&lt;br /&gt;and governments, minds and bodies. Think of pre-Internet novels - novels&lt;br /&gt;of modernism or post-modernism, of constructed and conceptual weavings, of&lt;br /&gt;characters or lack of them. And television, theater, cinema, follow suit;&lt;br /&gt;one is locked into farther time, father time, to diegesis, to an unravel-&lt;br /&gt;ing that characterizes experimental film as well. Neither film nor paint-&lt;br /&gt;ing are linear, but both participate in a locking-down of perspective, no&lt;br /&gt;matter what openings, contusions, are on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacan, Gardner, even Bateson presaged multiplicities; in Wolfram the swarm&lt;br /&gt;is simultaneously organized and disorganized. Lacan never went far enough;&lt;br /&gt;there was that reliance on language, no matter how shifted. It comes down&lt;br /&gt;to this: When I read a novel, I don't recognize myself, the 'times,' any-&lt;br /&gt;thing. When I watch a show on television, there are actors, people, or&lt;br /&gt;animated actors. They're moving through familiar antiquated monolithic&lt;br /&gt;space, proscenium or deep space - it makes no difference; there's always a&lt;br /&gt;perspective. Perspective invades novels, stories, the world of monolithic&lt;br /&gt;writing - on the other hand, try assigning a vanishing-point to MySpace or&lt;br /&gt;even Facebook. Even Second Life, which tends towards classical perspec-&lt;br /&gt;tive, falls apart on the edges where the simulacrum of physics is turned,&lt;br /&gt;churned upside-down. One doesn't recognize (oneself or others) in Second&lt;br /&gt;Life because recognition is already a problem; everything moves within the&lt;br /&gt;aegis of Bell's theorem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider photographic apparatus: begin with camera obscura, that one-to-&lt;br /&gt;one allegory of the real - through Daguerre, view cameras, stationary then&lt;br /&gt;moving then Edgerton. Cameras dissolve into swarming components; now com-&lt;br /&gt;ponents themselves disappear as cameras transform into light-sensitive&lt;br /&gt;holarchies, networked or independent, under whose or what control? The&lt;br /&gt;image ends up everywhere and nowhere at all; no longer is it allegory -&lt;br /&gt;which has long since disappeared - but the stuttering of the fragment&lt;br /&gt;which no longer is in need of suture or extension. You can watch family&lt;br /&gt;trauma, physical and mental abuse, on the morning talk shows, but whose&lt;br /&gt;families? whose abuse? whose perspective? It doesn't need to end up on&lt;br /&gt;YouTube; YouTube provides its own violence, its own parameters of liter-&lt;br /&gt;ally unfathomable streams. Videos are removed if found, if from copy-&lt;br /&gt;righted material; everything gets through, leaks. But leaks from nothing -&lt;br /&gt;the culture, non-monolithic, Internetted, leaks without transmitters,&lt;br /&gt;receivers, leaks without channels, or leaks from traditional channels,&lt;br /&gt;only to be churned back, lost in brackish protocol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code, programs, codes, protocols, reference one another, are increasingly&lt;br /&gt;open-sourceless; scratch the surface and no one's there, nor beneath the&lt;br /&gt;surface - all those dead-ending projects on SourceForge ending up maybe&lt;br /&gt;somewhere else, maybe vaporware, the languor of the name. Languages embed&lt;br /&gt;languages; soon they'll be without physical foundation for all intents and&lt;br /&gt;purposes, perfectly floating signifiers shattering against subroutines and&lt;br /&gt;useful or useless misuses. (The world doesn't end either with a bang or&lt;br /&gt;with a whimper; there is no world to end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This confusion is on the ground as well - in some places, Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;really is a witch; children suffer as a result. It doesn't take electron-&lt;br /&gt;ics; it takes nothing more than extinctions, overpopulation, global cli-&lt;br /&gt;mate change, weapon distribution, religious fanaticisms, starvation,&lt;br /&gt;desertification - the unsupportive world. Radiations swirl around the&lt;br /&gt;farthest villages; there are unheard broadcasts, music, news, exhortations&lt;br /&gt;to the perfect religious life, promises of vacated paradises. These places&lt;br /&gt;or spaces are the future of the novel; language dissolves without signifi-&lt;br /&gt;ers, without that place where the sememe holds, however tenuously. It's&lt;br /&gt;here that home is found, in the bombing of the home, categorization of&lt;br /&gt;flora and fauna, ethnic cleansing. Online real explosions transform into&lt;br /&gt;hacking, thousands, millions, of MySpace friends, hundreds of millions of&lt;br /&gt;blogs, billions of Wikipedia pages hardly ever under contestation. Yes,&lt;br /&gt;it's all true. Yes, none of it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monolithic culture prepared the battlefield inhabited only by the wounded.&lt;br /&gt;Monolithic culture developed the technology of multiplicity and the plasma&lt;br /&gt;- a multiplicity of multiplicities, never stationary enough for analysis,&lt;br /&gt;never moving enough for a coherent dynamics to emerge. It's a memory to an&lt;br /&gt;extent, to the extent that memory is encapsulated in fast-forward media&lt;br /&gt;already forgetting what was loosened in the habitus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all electronic, all colonial, all nanobot, this isn't your fath-&lt;br /&gt;er's monoculture, your mother's multiplicity, your father's multiplicity,&lt;br /&gt;your mother's monoculture. Capital seeps everywhere as do heat and water;&lt;br /&gt;island nations are disappearing in the Pacific, Atlantic not far behind.&lt;br /&gt;Think of this as the anxiety of diminishing power; surely, not only is the&lt;br /&gt;world out of control, but control is as well. What happens to feedback in&lt;br /&gt;chaotic domains? One likes to think fecundity, fractal, but in the real&lt;br /&gt;this holds only so long before 'things' bottom out in rust and tumors.&lt;br /&gt;Monoculture is always waiting in the wings; as networks decay and data-&lt;br /&gt;bases turn useless, big iron will descend upon the world. But this is far&lt;br /&gt;in the future, a future so defined that no one will see it, no one will&lt;br /&gt;inhabit it. Instead of now, we are pre-sent, always in a state of arrival;&lt;br /&gt;there are endless tracks, monorails, they go nowhere, sink in dust,&lt;br /&gt;desiccation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all electronic, and as technology miniaturizes, improves, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;these skeins will continue, sheathed, to exist, transmit, transform, no&lt;br /&gt;matter what. Then the scenario simply holds longer. Consider: There are no&lt;br /&gt;species. There is no real life, no organic life, no artificial life, no&lt;br /&gt;patented life, no constructed life. There is network life and one hopes&lt;br /&gt;that the remnants of wilderness (which are not to be deconstructed) remain&lt;br /&gt;that way, that enclaves succeed where management hasn't. Consider: There&lt;br /&gt;are no persons; there are couplings, situations which grow increasingly&lt;br /&gt;small and temporary, imminent decisions. Consider: Immanence has disap-&lt;br /&gt;peared, if it were every anything more than mythos; it's replaced by the&lt;br /&gt;Facebook contact, as enunciations are replaced and replicated by 'What I&lt;br /&gt;am doing now.' Consider the usual: We are all audience; none of us are&lt;br /&gt;watching; we are all watching; there is no 'we.' It's the latter Lacan has&lt;br /&gt;missed; there is nothing to talk about. These essays themselves are thin&lt;br /&gt;sheaves, interspersions; they carry the dim light of the dusk into the&lt;br /&gt;dusk. 'Beyond' means absolutely nothing; time is indicated only by the&lt;br /&gt;stoppage of death. What is a store if not a mouse-click or twitch? What is&lt;br /&gt;a body if not blown to pieces by a car-bomb? On a certain undefined level,&lt;br /&gt;these are identical. Perhaps an economic level. Perhaps in the poetics of&lt;br /&gt;disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be in pain, slaughtered, wounded, is two-fold, interior, exterior. The&lt;br /&gt;former stops everything; it is unthinkable, unbearable. It is always other&lt;br /&gt;even when ourselves. The color of time disappears without witness. But&lt;br /&gt;exterior - this requires transmission, a receiver, political economy, some&lt;br /&gt;means of noise control. The receiver must be receptive, must orient itself&lt;br /&gt;towards the message; otherwise the message remains noise, death. The&lt;br /&gt;receiver must have space place for reception, a moment off the network&lt;br /&gt;which in the very real, idiotic inert real, may be what has brought her to&lt;br /&gt;this moment. But the receiver is already dissolving and a hundred-thousand&lt;br /&gt;new novels are being born, and they are not novels, nor histories, but&lt;br /&gt;software biographies perhaps. Rather than monoculture, monolith, let us&lt;br /&gt;say multlathe, uncontrolled or multiply-controlled lathes refashioning,&lt;br /&gt;refiguring, configuring, what we are reading that was once literature.&lt;br /&gt;There is great exhilaration, great promise; multilathing, in its bypassing&lt;br /&gt;any and all absolutes, is always in process of permanent deconstruction.&lt;br /&gt;Think of the school essay, modified, bought, sold, dated, outdated, online&lt;br /&gt;and offline, assembled, reassembled, spell-checked, recreated, plagiar-&lt;br /&gt;ized, written on demand, printed on demand, behind wikipediatry, related&lt;br /&gt;to class, gender, sex, race, nation, religion, handedness, all or none.&lt;br /&gt;Think of the essay reader, the recipient, following through with programs&lt;br /&gt;designed to weed out the copy which is always already a copy, hacking his&lt;br /&gt;way through the sememe looking for miscreants, passing results to and from&lt;br /&gt;university and institutional databases, listening softly to the YouTube&lt;br /&gt;song, exchange of draft letter on Gmail, or just listening to Ipod Itunes&lt;br /&gt;with her Ii. The whole world is steganographic, embedded, uninterpretable,&lt;br /&gt;piecemeal, exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for better or worse monoculture is dead; it grew on foreign soil, is in&lt;br /&gt;the process of recession. To what? To the corners of vulnerable data-bases&lt;br /&gt;and technologies, conservationists, those disappearing from the present.&lt;br /&gt;The future were there, pre-sent, and it's why novels and paintings and&lt;br /&gt;just about anything before 1985, say - _not_ 1968 - is inconceivably&lt;br /&gt;quaint, something for school credit, nothing more. We need an ethnography&lt;br /&gt;of our own pasts presented as disappearing cultures or archaeologies&lt;br /&gt;written in the unreadable, spoken in the unspeakable; it is here that our&lt;br /&gt;bodies once reproduced and never reproduced in the continuing acceleration&lt;br /&gt;of images - of someone or other or no one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not good enough; I'm not smart enough: You may think this is tempora-&lt;br /&gt;ry or not-me, not-I, that this is elsewhere, of an other, an other genera-&lt;br /&gt;tion, place space, time, time before death. This is not the bicylist who&lt;br /&gt;was injured on the corner of Fifth and Bergen three days ago, but this is&lt;br /&gt;her/our interior, her/our political economy, what comes about in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of architecture and physics. I want to talk about the pleasure of novel-&lt;br /&gt;reading, Harry Potter and other accelerants, and their fan- and enclave-&lt;br /&gt;existence. I want to talk about radiations and dusts and their dispersions&lt;br /&gt;and what they carry from prions to nanogarbage to pollutions to sex to&lt;br /&gt;early deaths from bullets and asthma. I want to talk about mash, I want to&lt;br /&gt;perform djay vjay Vday vdday. I want to be you or someone. Rimbaud knew he&lt;br /&gt;was splitting up. The last of the obscene has passed, the obscene is al-&lt;br /&gt;ways passing: the ob-hack fractured and visible. The last of the discourse&lt;br /&gt;too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-5713590941785341700?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5713590941785341700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=5713590941785341700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/5713590941785341700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/5713590941785341700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-yes-of-course.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RqL7lQTcK_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/eys6vQ_Bj-I/s72-c/coyote0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-2215028185124250208</id><published>2007-07-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T08:38:05.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RofKLDxRb4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/BQTB0VqCtto/s1600-h/brig1+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RofKLDxRb4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/BQTB0VqCtto/s400/brig1+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082252995850235778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ravishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her eyes fall through her eyes, a thing is lashed&lt;br /&gt;you find yourself hysteric, is she watching me&lt;br /&gt;or something else next to the shuddered prims&lt;br /&gt;so gaze against her gaze, nothing is ever lost&lt;br /&gt;and play within her plays, whatever might be found&lt;br /&gt;this might seemed worried, her mouth is berthing wide&lt;br /&gt;no matter what bleak hardness or good however grace&lt;br /&gt;or where the neural networks might be stashed&lt;br /&gt;her eyes, uncanny, swollen, gaze across a sea&lt;br /&gt;you're always swollen, harboring her whims&lt;br /&gt;is clearly thing your flesh has neatly tossed&lt;br /&gt;sodden emptied, sallow, on unhallowed ground&lt;br /&gt;you fear the world, there's no thing more inside&lt;br /&gt;no more than eyes cut through the hollow face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/lookatme.mov"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/lookatme.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-2215028185124250208?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2215028185124250208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=2215028185124250208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2215028185124250208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2215028185124250208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/07/ravishing-her-eyes-fall-through-her.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RofKLDxRb4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/BQTB0VqCtto/s72-c/brig1+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-1814904810353231104</id><published>2007-06-27T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:12:51.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RoKMbzxRb0I/AAAAAAAAANc/8PKYKkrH-ng/s1600-h/heber07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RoKMbzxRb0I/AAAAAAAAANc/8PKYKkrH-ng/s400/heber07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080777739008569154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RoKMcDxRb1I/AAAAAAAAANk/8h6ggp4PQ80/s1600-h/binghamwide28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RoKMcDxRb1I/AAAAAAAAANk/8h6ggp4PQ80/s400/binghamwide28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080777743303536466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RoKMczxRb2I/AAAAAAAAANs/WUfonGv4GYc/s1600-h/copperton10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RoKMczxRb2I/AAAAAAAAANs/WUfonGv4GYc/s400/copperton10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080777756188438370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RoKMdTxRb3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/JGvQAHUVCJM/s1600-h/heber19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RoKMdTxRb3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/JGvQAHUVCJM/s400/heber19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080777764778372978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnat swarming behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following video was made about 100 meters from the Jordan River trail&lt;br /&gt;in Salt Lake City (West Jordan / Midvale), Utah. The site is a pond per-&lt;br /&gt;haps one or two acres across; there are numerous birds (swallows, swifts,&lt;br /&gt;red-wing and yellow-head blackbirds, etc.) around. When I first saw the&lt;br /&gt;gnats, near sundown, they swarmed in a typical ellipsoidal fashion, i.e.&lt;br /&gt;similar to a free-falling water balloon in slow motion. I noticed several&lt;br /&gt;columns forming; in a short while, they became vertical, long and narrow.&lt;br /&gt;They swayed and held shape. In gnat swarms, males and females behave&lt;br /&gt;differently; in one of the vertical columns, a roughly spherical 'head' is&lt;br /&gt;visible to one side, and I wonder if there might be sexual differentiation&lt;br /&gt;here. What is fascinating to me is the relationship of millions of gnats&lt;br /&gt;to an over-arching geometry; this parallels slime mold behavior to some&lt;br /&gt;extent. I've seen lots of gnat swarms before, but nothing like this. We're&lt;br /&gt;leaving the Salt Lake City area today, so I have no time to investigate&lt;br /&gt;this further at the moment (we're leaving today), but I'm interested in&lt;br /&gt;any further input, images, videos, you might have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/gnats.mp4"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/gnats.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Radio' - modified recording in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir building; note&lt;br /&gt;the laptop in the foreground which controls and monitors the organ, light-&lt;br /&gt;ing, recording, etc., as far as I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/radio.mp4"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/radio.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-1814904810353231104?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1814904810353231104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=1814904810353231104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/1814904810353231104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/1814904810353231104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/06/gnat-swarming-behavior-following-video.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RoKMbzxRb0I/AAAAAAAAANc/8PKYKkrH-ng/s72-c/heber07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-9000310404534279082</id><published>2007-06-24T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T07:19:40.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(video w/ Foofwa d'Imobilite, church at Pringy, text w/ytalk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ringing julu...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[?7h&lt;br /&gt;[2;1H&lt;br /&gt;[Ringing julu...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/kirkegard.mp4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/kirkegard.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Waiting for connection...]&lt;br /&gt;[H----------------------------=&lt;br /&gt;YTalk version 3.3.0 =-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[2;1H&lt;br /&gt;[12B&lt;br /&gt;[A-------------------------= julu =--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[14;1HSwollen embryos filled the membrane of the KIirk&lt;br /&gt;rk, Jennifer, almost sounds bubble&lt;br /&gt;forth from the mouth&lt;br /&gt;broth broth, Julu, air is always inside air,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing beside air, nothin&lt;br /&gt;[6D&lt;br /&gt;nothing motivated&lt;br /&gt;[13Bthere are our motivations and we skillfully&lt;br /&gt;envelop our bodies against the line separating us and our accountability&lt;br /&gt;why do things always move sexually, as if there were no&lt;br /&gt;other concourse, religi&lt;br /&gt;[6D&lt;br /&gt;religion for exampkle, the Kirk, for example&lt;br /&gt;[13Bah you can see me there in the dark, you can hee re my whispers to&lt;br /&gt;Chirst our Lor&lt;br /&gt;Lord Buddha, you can hear everything, skin on skin and&lt;br /&gt;face on face on face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5Byour face is lovely lovely i would kiss your facei would&lt;br /&gt;inhale your skin i wou would inhale your isin your sin i would take with&lt;br /&gt;me a&lt;br /&gt; would fondle your sin i w&lt;br /&gt;would i would listen to you against dorje and cross&lt;br /&gt;against hammer and star&lt;br /&gt;[12Bwe expand in our own worlds of information, we move&lt;br /&gt;accordingly, we act accord accordingly, we are drunk we are drinking each&lt;br /&gt;other, we are devouring&lt;br /&gt;[8Bwe are devouring each other's eyes, yes, and blinding&lt;br /&gt;ourselves to anyting but&lt;br /&gt;ourselves to anyone but ourselves to any universe but ourselves&lt;br /&gt;[12Band reading ourselves one against ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;o o o jenifer julu you are soundi&lt;br /&gt;[6D&lt;br /&gt;sounding bubbling forth, there is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are gods and goddesses after t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all there are holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dances&lt;br /&gt;[10Band dangerous and holy writings for us to read and o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; anyone to read and to compar&lt;br /&gt;[6D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compare beauty against beauty, love against love, our bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[25;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hour bubbles when they are whole, they cannot burst,&lt;br /&gt;they are eternal, when they are the only one or two or multitude&lt;br /&gt;, yes yes o ulu-enifer, when they are multi&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[23;75H&lt;br /&gt;multitude, then will they soften the sounds&lt;br /&gt; of ours&lt;br /&gt; selves murmuring and filling&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hworlds with wings and understandings of wings and&lt;br /&gt;great gyrefalcons above and b&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[11;79H&lt;br /&gt;belong every new-born clouds, bubbling forth, the very froth of existence&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[25;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hfroth uncarrying, uncaring, every one, every one and ojbect,&lt;br /&gt;o glorious sound j&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[23;79H&lt;br /&gt;jenifer julu, are&lt;br /&gt;o participation in aeon and aeon and aeon&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hwhat we have wrought here&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1H&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hwhat we have wrought here in this quiet space in this existence&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hin this existing agan n and again and agon, in this murmuring&lt;br /&gt;against&lt;br /&gt;the membrane of the&lt;br /&gt;bubble, murmuring membrane&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hprolix and univie fied&lt;br /&gt;[25;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hwhy is there anything&lt;br /&gt;[12;1H&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hwhy are we here&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hi am drinking you ah ah ahhh&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hi am drinking you ah ah ahhh&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hah and drinking and drinking you&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Ho julu jennifer&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Ho jennifer julu&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[?7h&lt;br /&gt;[2;1H&lt;br /&gt;[Ringing Jennifer...]&lt;br /&gt;[Waiting for connection...]&lt;br /&gt;[10B&lt;br /&gt;[24C###############################&lt;br /&gt;[31D# Rering Jennifer             #&lt;br /&gt;[31D###############################&lt;br /&gt;[12B&lt;br /&gt;[A-----------------------------= Jennifer =-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[14;1H&lt;br /&gt;[14;1H&lt;br /&gt;Swollen embryos filled the membrane of the KIirk&lt;br /&gt;rk, Jennifer, almost sounds bubble&lt;br /&gt;forth from the mouth&lt;br /&gt;[11Bbroth broth, Julu, air is always inside air, there's&lt;br /&gt;nothing beside air, nothin&lt;br /&gt;[6D&lt;br /&gt;nothing motivated&lt;br /&gt;there are our motivations and we skillfully envelop our bodies&lt;br /&gt;against the line separating us and our accountability&lt;br /&gt;[11Bwhy do things always move sexually, as if there were&lt;br /&gt;no other concourse, relig&lt;br /&gt;[5D&lt;br /&gt;religion for exampk le, the Kirk, for example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5Bah you can see me there in the dark, you can hee&lt;br /&gt;re my whispers to Chirst our Lor&lt;br /&gt;Lord Buddha, you can hear everything, skin on skin and face on&lt;br /&gt;face on face&lt;br /&gt;[11Byour face is lovely lovely i would kiss your facei would inhale&lt;br /&gt;your skin i wo would inhale your isin your sin i would take with me a&lt;br /&gt; would fondle your sin i&lt;br /&gt;would i would listen to you against dorje and cross&lt;br /&gt;against hammer and star&lt;br /&gt;[7Bwe expand in our own worlds of information, we move accordingly,&lt;br /&gt;we act accordi&lt;br /&gt;[7D&lt;br /&gt;accordingly, we are drunk we are drinking each other, we are devouring&lt;br /&gt;[12Bwe are devouring each other's eyes, yes, and blinding ourselves&lt;br /&gt;to anyting but&lt;br /&gt;ourselves to anyone but ourselves to any universe but ourselves&lt;br /&gt;[9Band reading ourselves one against ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;o o o jenifer julu&lt;br /&gt;you are soundin&lt;br /&gt;[7D&lt;br /&gt;sounding bubbling forth, there is&lt;br /&gt;are gods and goddesses after t&lt;br /&gt;all there are holy&lt;br /&gt;dances&lt;br /&gt;[11Band dangerous and holy writings for us to read and o&lt;br /&gt; anyone to read and to compa&lt;br /&gt;[5D&lt;br /&gt;compare beauty against beauty, love against love, our bubbles&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hour bubbles when they are whole, they cannot burst,&lt;br /&gt;they are eternal, when they&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hare the only one or two or multitude&lt;br /&gt;, yes yes o ulu-enifer, when they are multi&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[11;75H&lt;br /&gt;multitude, then will they soften the sounds&lt;br /&gt; of ours&lt;br /&gt; selves murmuring and filling&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[25;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hworlds with wings and understandings of wings and great&lt;br /&gt;gyrefalcons above and b&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[23;79H&lt;br /&gt;belong every new-born clouds, bubbling forth, the very&lt;br /&gt;froth of existence&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hfroth uncarrying, uncaring, every one, every one and ojbect,&lt;br /&gt;o glorious sound j&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[11;79H&lt;br /&gt;jenifer julu, are&lt;br /&gt;o participation in aeon and aeon and aeon&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[25;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hwhat we have wrought here&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hwhat we have wrought here in this quiet space in this existence&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hin this existing agan&lt;br /&gt;n and again and agon, in this murmuring against&lt;br /&gt;the membrane of the&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hbubble, murmuring membrane&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hprolix and univie&lt;br /&gt;[24;1H&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hwhy is there anything&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[25;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1H&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hwhy are we here&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1H&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Hi am drinking you ah ah ahhh&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[25;1H&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1H&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hi am drinking you ah ah ahhh&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Hah and drinking and drinking you&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1H&lt;br /&gt;[14;25r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[24;1Ho julu jennifer&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[12;1Ho jennifer julu&lt;br /&gt;[2;12r&lt;br /&gt;[1;25r&lt;br /&gt;[25;1H&lt;br /&gt;[?1l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-9000310404534279082?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/9000310404534279082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=9000310404534279082' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/9000310404534279082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/9000310404534279082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/06/video-w-foofwa-dimobilite-church-at.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-5044013663163677521</id><published>2007-06-15T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:58:44.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RnJGrdqUzYI/AAAAAAAAANU/SRoy8dfDpes/s1600-h/a+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RnJGrdqUzYI/AAAAAAAAANU/SRoy8dfDpes/s400/a+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076197442510441858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes an engine.&lt;br /&gt;It masquerades the crankshaft.&lt;br /&gt;It turns like an engine.&lt;br /&gt;It transforms taps into pitch.&lt;br /&gt;It hums and makes everything hum.&lt;br /&gt;It turns and turns out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/revvvv.wma"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/revvvv.wma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/revvvv.mp3"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/revvvv.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/revvv.wma"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/revvv.wma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/revvv.mp3"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/revvv.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wma smaller ; if you can't open, use mp3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-5044013663163677521?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5044013663163677521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=5044013663163677521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/5044013663163677521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/5044013663163677521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/06/engine-it-becomes-engine.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RnJGrdqUzYI/AAAAAAAAANU/SRoy8dfDpes/s72-c/a+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-4511647693475199275</id><published>2007-06-07T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:10:20.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RmhmINqUzWI/AAAAAAAAANE/tQOnLJE8EiU/s1600-h/sintan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RmhmINqUzWI/AAAAAAAAANE/tQOnLJE8EiU/s400/sintan.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073417271525035362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RmhmIdqUzXI/AAAAAAAAANM/UGnukBe5ie8/s1600-h/sintanb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RmhmIdqUzXI/AAAAAAAAANM/UGnukBe5ie8/s400/sintanb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073417275820002674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtual, not Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two modes of writing, most likely among others: Well, I demonstrate (x); well, I demonstrate (myself). The first compresses, contains, confuses the object; the second smears the object within or against the code/work of the text. To smear the object implies an onto-epistemological corruption or breakdown; it is abjection that determines the problematic relationship between self and object. To demonstrate (x) is to clarify an indexical mapping between symbol and object; to demonstrate (myself) is to dis-embody both object and self; the ontological breakdown is between organism and signifier; the epistemological breakdown implies that knowledge itself is problematized across the boundary. Of course there isn't any boundary; this is all non-sense - in other words, senseless, one can't make sense of these things, there's nothing in the sense of sense as direction - can you sense which way to go? The discussion itself leads to abjection; a w/hole body has no need of dis/splay, dis/comfort; it's there inhabited, sutured, one with inhabitation and self, powerful, commanding, desiring, desired. The body tending towards discussion is already embedded in a futile attempt to construct existence out of shifters, pronouns; the discussed body is already a crude form of empathetic magic, which never works but which constantly requires both sacrifice and repetition. Then one reads it, the same, the differentiated, as autobiography; what is being described adheres to, seems to adhere to, the events of the day, those contortions or fits (fitts) of the writer, and thus replete with projection; this holds as well for fictional characters, but everyone recognizes that avatars at least have no history. The avatar is intermediary/sluice between clarified object and smeared self; its skin labors skin in one very singular direction, that is, from an acceptable exterior distance - but its skin labors space within or close to within. Within what? The prims fall away, replaced by space which mirrors, maps external space, all the way to the ends of the game, game-space, or beyond; mirrors, by association, space itself in the real, which is already virtual, the closer one apporaches quantum or fundamental particle levels. In this very real sense it is the avatar which is real, and our selves, bodies, our organic existence, which is virtual, dependent among other things on an Aristotelian logic that holds only on _this_ level in the holarchy, among others. For the law of distribution, so important in the applica- tion of classical logic to the world, breaks down in favor of the gestural, once the logic is examined closely, once appearance and the reading of the world, such as it is, virtual-real, is foregrounded. We defend ourselves against this through a whole phenomenology of pain and suffering, as if death constitutes the undeniable presence of the material world. That this isn't the case is clear, not by considering death itself virtual, but by recognizing death as the termination of processes in the middle-zone, in the middle-way - and processes them- selves, are by virtual of the ineluctable ontology of time, virtual in their constituation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu, place, virtual or real, of this, I speak like a madman, like a hungry ghost, already a contradiction, since what would fulfill a ghost, hungry or not, except an internal transform among ghost-organs, ghost- perceptions, ghost-epistemologies? Madness always carries the tinge of the virtual with it, and thereupon the real, just as what one considers the real in everyday life, appears as a dream, false, masquerade, sham, facade, theater and theatrical performance, all of which is true, recognized in every movement or body-speech of an avatar, in one or another world, more real than virtual, as ours is more virtual than real. To write of an object: "Two modes: Well, I demonstrate (x); well, I demonstrate (myself). The first compresses, contains, confuses the object" - is to write of oneself writing of an object; this is elementary. And it is also elementary to realize that "writing of oneself writing of an object" is an aporia, useless, exhausting, falsely-recursive; one might as well stop there and recognize that the smear (stutter, cough, text, pause, punctuation, page or screen) is behind, within, inherent in, every utterance whatsoever. The psyhoanalytical loss of object or good object or bad object is founded on no object at all - none, but food in the eyes of the hungry ghost, or the hungry ghost in the eyes of its prey. Nothing is simple, everything melds within the hallucinatory, and rational action is the apparent ability to 'freeze' those moments, as if they endured beyond the momentary glance or description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-4511647693475199275?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4511647693475199275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=4511647693475199275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4511647693475199275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4511647693475199275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/06/virtual-not-real-two-modes-of-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RmhmINqUzWI/AAAAAAAAANE/tQOnLJE8EiU/s72-c/sintan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-3543808855933654263</id><published>2007-05-21T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:14:01.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asondheim.org/embalm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.asondheim.org/embalm4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asondheim.org/embalm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.asondheim.org/embalm2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asondheim.org/embalm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.asondheim.org/embalm1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asondheim.org/embalm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.asondheim.org/embalm3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RlI0CFoVFjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4bGBNXfu-lw/s1600-h/zero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RlI0CFoVFjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4bGBNXfu-lw/s400/zero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067169741220943410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RlI0CloVFkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/MOSwr2-BRl4/s1600-h/littleavatar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RlI0CloVFkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/MOSwr2-BRl4/s400/littleavatar.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067169749810878018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too distant, too many calls. I'm on Ning (Second Life Odyssey), Facebook (Brown University), Youtube (whatever), Myspace (horror but I wanted to contact someone); this blog, which is hardly read at all, why should it be? finds or follows last... which is a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/embalm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/hhhhh.mp4"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/hhhhh.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/amidha.mp4"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/amidha.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/railray.mp4"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/railray.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/amidha.mp4"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/amidha.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/fallingout.wav"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/fallingout.wav&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/fallingouter.wav"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/fallingouter.wav&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/parisfull.mp3"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/parisfull.mp3&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/spectralparisecho.mp4"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/spectralparisecho.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the soundwork is duplicated in the video but easier to download. You find some of the work as well at Ning or Youtube. I think this is my best work in quite a while. But here's the rub - I can't add anything to the senseless political climate; one would be a fool to pay attention to my personal ramblings; I can't review cultural/poetics/etc. books with any degree of interest in this space (although they're sent periodically to a number of lists); and I'm beginning to think more and more that blogs are all too often personal embellishment, ornamentation, rhinestones without the glitter like an albatross around the neck of Leda's swan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel an obligation, keeping the date open...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-3543808855933654263?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3543808855933654263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=3543808855933654263' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3543808855933654263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3543808855933654263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/05/too-distant-too-many-calls.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RlI0CFoVFjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4bGBNXfu-lw/s72-c/zero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-6426538965779447735</id><published>2007-05-04T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T21:59:46.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm on facebook i have no face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Facebook Photo Uploader version: 1.1.27 Current document URL: http://brown.facebook.com/editalbum.php Reload proxy configuration ... Proxy Configuration: Browser Proxy Configuration Done. Dump thread list ...&lt;br /&gt;Group main,ac=13,agc=2,pri=10&lt;br /&gt;    main,5,alive&lt;br /&gt;    AWT-Windows,6,alive,dameon&lt;br /&gt;    AWT-Shutdown,6,alive&lt;br /&gt;    Java2D Disposer,10,alive,dameon&lt;br /&gt;    AWT-EventQueue-0,6,alive&lt;br /&gt;    Thread-4,5,alive&lt;br /&gt;Group Plugin Thread Group,ac=3,agc=0,pri=10&lt;br /&gt;    Main Console Writer,6,alive&lt;br /&gt;    AWT-EventQueue-1,6,alive&lt;br /&gt;    TimerQueue,5,alive,dameon&lt;br /&gt;Group http://upload.facebook.com/controls/-threadGroup,ac=3,agc=0,pri=4&lt;br /&gt;    thread applet-com.facebook.facebookphotouploader.FacebookPhotoUploader,4,alive&lt;br /&gt;    TimerQueue,4,alive,dameon&lt;br /&gt;    AWT-EventQueue-2,4,alive&lt;br /&gt;Done. Dump thread stack ...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Full thread dump Java HotSpot(TM) Client VM (1.4.1_04-b01 mixed mode):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thread-4" prio=5 tid=0x03737AA0 nid=0xfac runnable [0..1ccff82c]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AWT-EventQueue-2" prio=4 tid=0x0399D428 nid=0xbec in Object.wait() [1d23f000..1d23fd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventQueue.getNextEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    - locked &lt;127e42f0&gt; (a java.awt.EventQueue)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpOneEventForHierarchy(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpEventsForHierarchy(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpEvents(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpEvents(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TimerQueue" daemon prio=4 tid=0x02130078 nid=0x15c in Object.wait() [1d43f000..1d43fd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    - waiting on &lt;1288ec58&gt; (a javax.swing.TimerQueue)&lt;br /&gt;    at javax.swing.TimerQueue.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    - locked &lt;1288ec58&gt; (a javax.swing.TimerQueue)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Thread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TimerQueue" daemon prio=5 tid=0x038A4238 nid=0xf10 in Object.wait() [1d53f000..1d53fd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    - waiting on &lt;1288ecb0&gt; (a javax.swing.TimerQueue)&lt;br /&gt;    at javax.swing.TimerQueue.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    - locked &lt;1288ecb0&gt; (a javax.swing.TimerQueue)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Thread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AWT-EventQueue-1" prio=7 tid=0x0295ECD8 nid=0xecc waiting on condition [1d63f000..1d63fd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.plugin.JavaRunTime.dumpAllStacks(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.plugin.ConsoleWindow$1.actionPerformed(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at javax.swing.JComponent$ActionStandin.actionPerformed(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at javax.swing.SwingUtilities.notifyAction(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at javax.swing.JComponent.processKeyBinding(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at javax.swing.KeyboardManager.fireBinding(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at javax.swing.KeyboardManager.fireKeyboardAction(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at javax.swing.JComponent.processKeyBindingsForAllComponents(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at javax.swing.JComponent.processKeyBindings(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at javax.swing.JComponent.processKeyEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.Component.processEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.Container.processEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.Component.dispatchEventImpl(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.Container.dispatchEventImpl(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.Component.dispatchEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.KeyboardFocusManager.redispatchEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.DefaultKeyboardFocusManager.dispatchKeyEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.DefaultKeyboardFocusManager.preDispatchKeyEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.DefaultKeyboardFocusManager.typeAheadAssertions(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.DefaultKeyboardFocusManager.dispatchEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.Component.dispatchEventImpl(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.Container.dispatchEventImpl(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.Window.dispatchEventImpl(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.Component.dispatchEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventQueue.dispatchEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpOneEventForHierarchy(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpEventsForHierarchy(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpEvents(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpEvents(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thread applet-com.facebook.facebookphotouploader.FacebookPhotoUploader" prio=4 tid=0x03513F60 nid=0xa7c runnable [1d33f000..1d33fd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.plugin.javascript.navig5.JSObject.JSGetNativeJSObject(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.plugin.javascript.navig5.JSObject.JSGetNativeJSObject(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.plugin.javascript.navig5.JSObject.&lt;init&gt;(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.plugin.viewer.context.NetscapeAppletContext.getJSObject(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at netscape.javascript.JSObject.getWindow(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at com.aurigma.imageuploader.ImageUploader.init(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.applet.AppletPanel.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Thread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AWT-EventQueue-0" prio=7 tid=0x02746D50 nid=0xed0 in Object.wait() [fe3f000..fe3fd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventQueue.getNextEvent(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    - locked &lt;12795830&gt; (a java.awt.EventQueue)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpOneEventForHierarchy(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpEventsForHierarchy(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpEvents(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.pumpEvents(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.awt.EventDispatchThread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Java2D Disposer" daemon prio=10 tid=0x02897D00 nid=0xea4 in Object.wait() [93af000..93afd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    - waiting on &lt;127e78e8&gt; (a java.lang.ref.ReferenceQueue$Lock)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.ref.ReferenceQueue.remove(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    - locked &lt;127e78e8&gt; (a java.lang.ref.ReferenceQueue$Lock)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.ref.ReferenceQueue.remove(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.java2d.Disposer.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Thread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AWT-Shutdown" prio=7 tid=0x02C1A820 nid=0xd9c in Object.wait() [255f000..255fd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    - waiting on &lt;127bf888&gt; (a java.lang.Object)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.awt.AWTAutoShutdown.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    - locked &lt;127bf888&gt; (a java.lang.Object)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Thread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cache Cleanup Thread" prio=4 tid=0x0387D058 nid=0x9f0 in Object.wait() [1ceff000..1ceffd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    - waiting on &lt;127d0ce8&gt; (a sun.plugin.cache.CleanupThread)&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.plugin.cache.CleanupThread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    - locked &lt;127d0ce8&gt; (a sun.plugin.cache.CleanupThread)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Main Console Writer" prio=7 tid=0x03F42ED8 nid=0x914 in Object.wait() [1cdff000..1cdffd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    - waiting on &lt;127b0e40&gt; (a java.util.LinkedList)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.plugin.MainConsoleWriter.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    - locked &lt;127b0e40&gt; (a java.util.LinkedList)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Thread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AWT-Windows" daemon prio=7 tid=0x038D5B20 nid=0x504 runnable [1cbff000..1cbffd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.awt.windows.WToolkit.eventLoop(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    at sun.awt.windows.WToolkit.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Thread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Signal Dispatcher" daemon prio=10 tid=0x039FB190 nid=0xb90 runnable [0..0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finalizer" daemon prio=9 tid=0x078205C8 nid=0x2cc in Object.wait() [1c20f000..1c20fd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    - waiting on &lt;12790520&gt; (a java.lang.ref.ReferenceQueue$Lock)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.ref.ReferenceQueue.remove(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    - locked &lt;12790520&gt; (a java.lang.ref.ReferenceQueue$Lock)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.ref.ReferenceQueue.remove(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.ref.Finalizer$FinalizerThread.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reference Handler" daemon prio=10 tid=0x03FD3DE8 nid=0xac8 in Object.wait() [1c10f000..1c10fd8c]&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Native Method)&lt;br /&gt;    - waiting on &lt;12790588&gt; (a java.lang.ref.Reference$Lock)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.Object.wait(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    at java.lang.ref.Reference$ReferenceHandler.run(Unknown Source)&lt;br /&gt;    - locked &lt;12790588&gt; (a java.lang.ref.Reference$Lock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"main" prio=5 tid=0x077B6A80 nid=0xe9c runnable [0..12e450]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VM Thread" prio=5 tid=0x03CC0008 nid=0xfd4 runnable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VM Periodic Task Thread" prio=10 tid=0x03EBCA70 nid=0x618 waiting on condition&lt;br /&gt;"Suspend Checker Thread" prio=10 tid=0x03A26B88 nid=0x9c4 runnable&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Done. Clear classloader cache ... completed. Reload proxy configuration ... Proxy Configuration: Browser Proxy Configuration Done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-6426538965779447735?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6426538965779447735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=6426538965779447735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6426538965779447735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6426538965779447735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-on-facebook-i-have-no-face-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-4159788667515891080</id><published>2007-04-19T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:37:08.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RihfVPZv2uI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NJgFbRpVgqQ/s1600-h/canyonfilm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RihfVPZv2uI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NJgFbRpVgqQ/s400/canyonfilm6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055395400239799010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RihfVfZv2vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8h_BONj3bWw/s1600-h/canyonfilm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RihfVfZv2vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8h_BONj3bWw/s400/canyonfilm7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055395404534766322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rihe3_Zv2pI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ld37oIqYIOc/s1600-h/canyonfilm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rihe3_Zv2pI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ld37oIqYIOc/s400/canyonfilm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055394897728625298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rihe4PZv2qI/AAAAAAAAAME/wTow07hPjdo/s1600-h/canyonfilm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rihe4PZv2qI/AAAAAAAAAME/wTow07hPjdo/s400/canyonfilm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055394902023592610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rihe4fZv2rI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LV6LWy8ZjdM/s1600-h/canyonfilm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rihe4fZv2rI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LV6LWy8ZjdM/s400/canyonfilm3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055394906318559922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rihe4vZv2sI/AAAAAAAAAMU/P9Fawyg-Ns4/s1600-h/canyonfilm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rihe4vZv2sI/AAAAAAAAAMU/P9Fawyg-Ns4/s400/canyonfilm4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055394910613527234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rihe5PZv2tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7LrTCRb2dqU/s1600-h/canyonfilm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rihe5PZv2tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7LrTCRb2dqU/s400/canyonfilm5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055394919203461842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lost Films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made films from; most of them were carried by Canyon Cinema in&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco. The films are all mast prints; I didn't copy them, but&lt;br /&gt;showed the originals, since I wanted to use what little funds I had to&lt;br /&gt;produce more. They were shown periodically at Millennium in New York, and&lt;br /&gt;occasionally elsewhere, but they've never been part of the film community;&lt;br /&gt;as a result, they've hardly been shown. Canyon Cinema returned them after&lt;br /&gt;the board voted against handling masters, which could be damaged during a&lt;br /&gt;screening of course. They were then placed at the Filmmakers Coop here in&lt;br /&gt;NY, where they've remained on the shelf for fifteen years; I doubt anyone&lt;br /&gt;has rented or seen them. I don't know their condition at this point; many&lt;br /&gt;of the 16mm ones had mag stripe sound on them, which is susceptible to&lt;br /&gt;print-through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were featured prominently in the 1992 Canyon Cinema catalog, just&lt;br /&gt;before Canyon changed its mind about handling them. (I should add that my&lt;br /&gt;videos have been available at times from places like Printed Matter or Art&lt;br /&gt;Metropole, but these can be duplicated.) I'm saddened that they remain&lt;br /&gt;unscreened - there are probably 15-24 hours worth. There are a large&lt;br /&gt;number of them; for a while, when I was teaching at UCLA, I made a film&lt;br /&gt;every week, mostly 16mm black and white sound, imitating the older silent&lt;br /&gt;film production strategies and rates. For me the films broke a lot of new&lt;br /&gt;ground - not least, in optical/magnetic soundtrack experimentation, but&lt;br /&gt;they're quiet, moot on that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recently found a copy of the 1992 catalog and xeroxed the six pages&lt;br /&gt;that describe my work. I am forced to think of the pages themselves as a&lt;br /&gt;new film, made from the silence of the old; they read as a narrative of&lt;br /&gt;concerns, experimentations, confusions, and theory-work changing over a&lt;br /&gt;twenty-year period (although to be fair, most were made between 1980 and&lt;br /&gt;1992). The image URLs are given below. Read the texts, imagine watching&lt;br /&gt;the films, and maybe in some absurd future, they'll come to life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-4159788667515891080?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4159788667515891080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=4159788667515891080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4159788667515891080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4159788667515891080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-lost-films-i-made-films-from-1969.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RihfVPZv2uI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NJgFbRpVgqQ/s72-c/canyonfilm6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-2735733471770160411</id><published>2007-04-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:11:07.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLnqJ1gx4I/AAAAAAAAALc/psgw9pe-A_M/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLnqJ1gx4I/AAAAAAAAALc/psgw9pe-A_M/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053856443244005250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLnqZ1gx5I/AAAAAAAAALk/1Wf5SxYX3NQ/s1600-h/7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLnqZ1gx5I/AAAAAAAAALk/1Wf5SxYX3NQ/s400/7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053856447538972562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLnrJ1gx6I/AAAAAAAAALs/OqQUt5scMSQ/s1600-h/7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLnrJ1gx6I/AAAAAAAAALs/OqQUt5scMSQ/s400/7b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053856460423874466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLnrp1gx7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/cxQdOlOqVm0/s1600-h/7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLnrp1gx7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/cxQdOlOqVm0/s400/7e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053856469013809074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLkZp1gx0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/FL4Q39Ex25U/s1600-h/7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLkZp1gx0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/FL4Q39Ex25U/s400/7d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053852861241280322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been remiss; if you go to &lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at the most recent work; it's made with Second Life avatars still/yet - using techniques of behavior collision - when bvh files are piled on bvh files to the extent that there seems to be an almost darwinian competition among actions. i've also been doing performance in Second Life. if you look at&lt;a href="http://%20www.asondheim.org/pa.txt"&gt; http:// www.asondheim.org/pa.txt &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/pb.txt"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/pb.txt &lt;/a&gt;you'll find the recent text files that accompanied the work. there have also been personal struggles, friends in troubles, our usual situation of desperate lack of finance (a faculty member at Brown where I'm teaching a beginning course in filmmaking asked if I liked living poor), bad leaks in the loft, cop shot in the neighborhood, building in flames three blocks away, riot in the subway station we use, friend in the hospital, another friend outrageously let go from a job, and so forth. not to mention health issues - that 'low temperature' thing that gives me flu-like symptoms about a third of the time (i have it now, accompanied by a headache of close to migraine proportions), a bad knee that's made walking difficult, eyes going bad and just no money for new glasses, our cat becoming wobbly, a real scare that my almost 93-year-old father was in serious poor health (not true), the usual series of nightmares giving me maybe a couple of hours sleep a night, fears of death and mass destruction, moving closer to the edge of deep depression (pulling back then but tottering), difficulty getting my main manuscript published, the usual job turn-downs, and the Sony shortwave stumbles a bit about the 15 megahertz position with a degree of static coming from god knows where...  not to mention some bizarre uploads here that I have to go and correct, goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-2735733471770160411?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2735733471770160411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=2735733471770160411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2735733471770160411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2735733471770160411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-remiss-if-you-go-to-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RiLnqJ1gx4I/AAAAAAAAALc/psgw9pe-A_M/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-5074017038679888743</id><published>2007-03-27T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:20:33.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rol everything, lesion-express, chora, brick of gold, dials and steerage across banned seas going nowhere, product of inconceivable geometries&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RgjTmHKLp2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/wZ5Qtvqy7QA/s1600-h/covered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RgjTmHKLp2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/wZ5Qtvqy7QA/s400/covered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046516034178885474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything began to follow apart in sorrow, second life was the refuge of the moment, i could cont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-5074017038679888743?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5074017038679888743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=5074017038679888743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/5074017038679888743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/5074017038679888743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/03/rol-everything-lesion-express-chora.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RgjTmHKLp2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/wZ5Qtvqy7QA/s72-c/covered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-6380800456115240543</id><published>2007-03-12T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:25:07.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RfUOSKOr9fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1sKvs7d1t5k/s1600-h/amocap+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RfUOSKOr9fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1sKvs7d1t5k/s400/amocap+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040951063057528306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/pas.mp4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/pas.mp4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liner notes for Crepuscule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexual projections over dancers and without dancers and sexual&lt;br /&gt;dances on the tentpoles ravens at the four corners of the world.&lt;br /&gt;dancers are below. oh they want to jump on the bodies.&lt;br /&gt;this is dance on deadly earth.&lt;br /&gt;origin of dance&lt;br /&gt;try to make sense of the dialog; they can't. The live dancers may be&lt;br /&gt;are nude, exposed; the dance ends when they cum. They observe&lt;br /&gt;two dancers -&lt;br /&gt;audience and masturbating couple - the dancers sexually aroused - if nude&lt;br /&gt;dance should move from position to position. Anita Berber.&lt;br /&gt;The dancers are reeling, on edge, nervous, difficult, a problem, their&lt;br /&gt;desires constrained by spectacle. The dancers are on exhibit, behavioral&lt;br /&gt;codes thwarted or broken. If a dancer feels comfortable, he or she should&lt;br /&gt;push further on.&lt;br /&gt;sexuality, and horror, interpenetrate. For the dancers, everything is at&lt;br /&gt;the body of the dancer is eternal&lt;br /&gt;exists in relation to the sexuality of the body within the dance, within.&lt;br /&gt;dance is the interiority of the metaphysical,&lt;br /&gt;dance succeeds only by virtue of the interiority of the dancing, only by&lt;br /&gt;the foundation of the world. the foundation of the world lies in dance,&lt;br /&gt;The body of the dancer lies supine, breathless.&lt;br /&gt;storing these things - in the dance itself there's an image of a woman&lt;br /&gt;My Cluttered corner of the dance studio. Cloth, food items, all supine,&lt;br /&gt;is choreography masteranwhile dancers having dancing day debris three.&lt;br /&gt;liner notes for Anita Berber.&lt;br /&gt;point of dance and sexuality dancing is indiscriminate fucking, display -&lt;br /&gt;midnight phone-calls and invitations. one a dancer is pornographic, once&lt;br /&gt;this splay / display, dance, photography, culture, art in general, is&lt;br /&gt;invisible as semen on stage, spurted from dancer, welcomed and returned by&lt;br /&gt;art, of dance, of the body; it is also the most unknown. draw a vector;&lt;br /&gt;appurtenance-appearance; this is what the dancer, photographer, performer,&lt;br /&gt;tensed in our tawdry space of the real. for if the dance-dancer emerge -&lt;br /&gt;Sex dances for one to four people.&lt;br /&gt;The dancers are nude. There are no props.&lt;br /&gt;Male dances alone while masturbating. He dances until he cums.&lt;br /&gt;Female dances alone while masturbating. She dances until she cums.&lt;br /&gt;Tethered: Male dances with one hand holding himself erect.&lt;br /&gt;Tethered: Female dances with one or more  partners' fingers in her.&lt;br /&gt;Variant Tethered: Male dances with one or more partners' fingers in him.&lt;br /&gt;The dance ends when one or both have cum.&lt;br /&gt;Variant Tethered: Female dances with one or more partners' fingers in&lt;br /&gt;her. The dance ends as above. The dance ends when the dance cums. dancers.&lt;br /&gt;So this is a dancer transformed. Role disappears from dance, dance is.&lt;br /&gt;The advantage of a dancer: You'll have your body at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;The disadvantage of a dancer: You'll have your body at the end of the&lt;br /&gt;day. dance and culture brings Signs from Worlds eaten by light. Score&lt;br /&gt;restraint, bounded three-dimensional space, against which such dancers&lt;br /&gt;remain authorless in the midst of author/authority, danceless in the&lt;br /&gt;presence of dancers/dancing, human within the post-human, flesh within&lt;br /&gt;dance the doomed Case of doomed, doomed, a-void. Case of A world chaos,&lt;br /&gt;sex, spoken sex, poetics of sex. I may work with dance and sex and&lt;br /&gt;dance-video and sex. I will not work with images of sexual violence. I&lt;br /&gt;dance. Or I'm the material for the dancers; it's really back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- sondheim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crepuscule (Twilight) recorded / edited 2006 Geneve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/thirst.mp4"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/thirst.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this time alan dojoji is out of control dance has held him he moves&lt;br /&gt;through landscape escapes the camera hides in rock runs behind viewers&lt;br /&gt;moves at the speed of light or something else instantaneous i am here but&lt;br /&gt;i disappear you can't catch me you can't snatch me you can't watch me you&lt;br /&gt;can't scratch me you can't match me you can't stash me you can't crash me&lt;br /&gt;you can't slash me you can't mash me you can't bash me you can't trash me&lt;br /&gt;you can't cash me you can't dash me you can't patch me you can't patch me&lt;br /&gt;body out of sight out of light out of might out of byte out in flight out&lt;br /&gt;and right out and tight out and wight out at night out with might out in&lt;br /&gt;plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olomphax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the laminixys olomphax, a scotohylact watching horrehomo the somatoroser.&lt;br /&gt;the menadodus beneath the odigraculus, the lythrophyll of the vilipheno&lt;br /&gt;salamyx - a form of glottography against which the histemoreades of the&lt;br /&gt;notooecetes the medeicelomel nablajact; olomphax's palpebriosche begat&lt;br /&gt;tittholup. now to ingest the duobusthamnus, phalectopist, list to the&lt;br /&gt;phalerlall of the nullistymatic nostocarcinus; from gorgopteris to mega-&lt;br /&gt;medusa (zizanilarus flying high above the prinopalpodynia of the olomphax)&lt;br /&gt;- paniseptum in the cimoliscutellium, a form of serpophial beneath the&lt;br /&gt;irriturano. olomphax and conicrio together drank from the serpophial, that&lt;br /&gt;very same, to say, moliphet, the olomphax herself was sersect. salamyx&lt;br /&gt;tells no lies ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cimoliscutellium small white-clay dish sersect late-cut moliphet hardly-&lt;br /&gt;speak serpophial creeping saucer tittholup nipple-pain conicrio dusty ram&lt;br /&gt;irriturano useless heaven laminixys thin-loins, waist menadodus way of the&lt;br /&gt;moon lythrophyll bloody leaf salamyx lustful slime odigraculus song of the&lt;br /&gt;cormorant glottography tongue writing vilipheno vile purple-red notooece-&lt;br /&gt;tes moist inhabitant nablajact harp-thrower palpebriosche drunken touching&lt;br /&gt;of testicles scotohylact dark yelper medeicelomel genitals resembling the&lt;br /&gt;cheeks olomphax an entire young girl histemoreades mountain-nymph tissue&lt;br /&gt;horrehomo trembling-man duobusthamnus two-cow-shrub somatoroser body-gnaw-&lt;br /&gt;er phalectopist shining-wanderer phalerlall coot babble nostocarcinus&lt;br /&gt;returning-home-crab nullistymatic limp gorgopteris fiercefern megamedusa&lt;br /&gt;great jellyfish zizanilarus weed-gull prinopalpodynia oak-feeling-pain&lt;br /&gt;paniseptum fence-bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onedy twody threedy four&lt;br /&gt;fivedy sixdy sevendy more&lt;br /&gt;fourdy threedy twody one&lt;br /&gt;sevendy sixdy fivedy done&lt;br /&gt;ingirl outgirl upgirl down&lt;br /&gt;outboy inboy downboy crown&lt;br /&gt;pretty bonnie in the well&lt;br /&gt;happy johnny pulled the bell&lt;br /&gt;seventeen eighteen nineteen two&lt;br /&gt;twenty and one makes bonnie blue&lt;br /&gt;nineteen eighteen seventeen one&lt;br /&gt;sixteen years makes bonnie glum&lt;br /&gt;zero zero short and narrow&lt;br /&gt;cut the bone and gnaw the marrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/running.mov"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/running.mov&lt;/a&gt; - performance at Exhibit A opening,&lt;br /&gt;Second Life, Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/lessens.mp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/lessens.mp&lt;/a&gt;4 - motion capture choreography studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ubeidiya culture - Israelo-Abbevillian v Israelo-Olduvan (Stekelis my&lt;br /&gt;teacher) Israelo -&gt; placeholder: deep hiatus in relation to identification&lt;br /&gt;the figuring at Berekhat Ram - earliest reported piece of art 'Ubeidiya&lt;br /&gt;was the first place/holder 1.4-1.7 million years ago, emigration from&lt;br /&gt;Africa - Acheulian tools at the dawn of hominid culture - Berekhat Ram -&lt;br /&gt;early figurine I walked the trenches at 'Ubeidiya, hand-axes everywhere&lt;br /&gt;embedded in the dirt walls, sacks of them at the edge of the site - how&lt;br /&gt;could so many be produced by so few? so Israelo- becomes the placeholder&lt;br /&gt;at this moment, perhaps Palestino- earlier or later - our time here is&lt;br /&gt;minimal in relation to the depth of the early pleistocene - synchronical-&lt;br /&gt;ly, the median lies well within the Olduvan; diachronically, the demo-&lt;br /&gt;graphics fall pretty much now - twentieth-twenty-first-century collusion&lt;br /&gt;bringing pre/history to an end; elsewhere I've written about the 'uncanny'&lt;br /&gt;in relation to the site - holding, figuring, tools last held by almost-&lt;br /&gt;humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now when voice comes to Second Life: who will speak for identification,&lt;br /&gt;morphing or the granularity of the real making its appearance across the&lt;br /&gt;wires, given as such, taken as such? we're at the threshold of what&lt;br /&gt;appears beginning, here/now, of the virtual, 'pain has turned the thresh-&lt;br /&gt;hold to stone,' of the post-pleistocene - of the post-hominid landscape&lt;br /&gt;whose details still escape us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the relationship between the grain of the voice and&lt;br /&gt;SL originary history - what is an original of the voice - who spoke&lt;br /&gt;and with what 1.7 million years ago -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the genidentity of the voice - genitdentity of locus of human production&lt;br /&gt;- the voice which is self-identical, the rootless voice, the voice without&lt;br /&gt;substance, the body untied to the voice, voice untied to the body -&lt;br /&gt;genidentity of the voice: analogic transforms from real to real - return&lt;br /&gt;to stone, to the stones, to material culture continuously absentint&lt;br /&gt;itself, taking everything with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-day weeks - Onedy, Twody, Threedy, Fourdy, Fivedy, Sixdy, Sevdy 4-week&lt;br /&gt;months 3-month seasons ... Even with your studies, you need to meet&lt;br /&gt;people. I know! ... 7-day weeks - Onedy, Twody, Threedy, Fourdy, Fivedy,&lt;br /&gt;Sixdy, Sevdy 4-week months 3-month seasons ... Even with your studies, you&lt;br /&gt;need to meet people. I know! ... 7-day weeks - Onedy, Twody, Threedy,&lt;br /&gt;Fourdy, Fivedy, Sixdy, Sevdy 4-week months 3-month seasons ... Even with&lt;br /&gt;your studies, you need to meet people. I know! ... 8 bit bullet list&lt;br /&gt;marker is recognized. september ninth nineteen sixdy, ...  paragraph this&lt;br /&gt;is a mail message that i received one day. i didn't make it up ... The&lt;br /&gt;preprocessor is actually a series of small consecutive functions, which&lt;br /&gt;may be thought of as one long pipeline. Each function makes certain&lt;br /&gt;assumptions ... Help others find this item. Make a Search Suggestion |&lt;br /&gt;Manage your Search Suggestions.  No-one has made a Search Suggestion for&lt;br /&gt;this item yet. ... Konference se bude konat v prostor ch katedry filozofie&lt;br /&gt;FF v Plzni stnosti ... www.kfi.zcu.cz/fivedy E-mail: schust@kfi.zcu.cz ...&lt;br /&gt;jemu&lt;br /&gt;v r mci chodu katedry jeho kolitelem, vedouc m katedry, tajemn ky ... v&lt;br /&gt;jednotliv ch kurzech, p prav ~[ a organizaci ~Yij&lt;br /&gt;a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From last night's Millennium screening greatly reduced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/pas.mp4"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/pas.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Sandy Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to Ian Murray, Sugar Seville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 short dance motion capture sequences in combination with walk/fly modes&lt;br /&gt;in Second Life. Sound: Alan Sondheim (Ensoniq Mirage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siting the edge of SL - at this particular point, SL/RL physics is trans-&lt;br /&gt;formed into aberrant behavior; objects are literally deconstructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of these as collisions, speed-motion studies, the last digital ikon,&lt;br /&gt;emptied signifiers, transformations of desire, metaphors for metonymy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      n : substituting the name of an attribute or feature for the&lt;br /&gt;          name of the thing itself (they counted heads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-6380800456115240543?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6380800456115240543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=6380800456115240543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6380800456115240543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6380800456115240543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RfUOSKOr9fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1sKvs7d1t5k/s72-c/amocap+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-6927584310472112256</id><published>2007-03-02T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:01:00.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the form of fold catastrophes. images from the edge of Second Life&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReiedTISGgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Gcu1Hhi9tq8/s1600-h/coyote1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReiedTISGgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Gcu1Hhi9tq8/s400/coyote1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037450409402309122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReiedjISGhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-8hM_ebK5hk/s1600-h/coyote2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReiedjISGhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-8hM_ebK5hk/s400/coyote2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037450413697276434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReiedzISGiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cdNSYPAOBF8/s1600-h/coyote3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReiedzISGiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cdNSYPAOBF8/s400/coyote3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037450417992243746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReieeDISGjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D4oxx1Rvv_Y/s1600-h/coyote4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReieeDISGjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D4oxx1Rvv_Y/s400/coyote4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037450422287211058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performance scripts from motion capture with missing sensors tending towards infinity; data is returned in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-6927584310472112256?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6927584310472112256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=6927584310472112256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6927584310472112256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6927584310472112256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/03/form-of-fold-catastrophes.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReiedTISGgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Gcu1Hhi9tq8/s72-c/coyote1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-3206728209551185160</id><published>2007-02-26T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:01:53.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReMdt7VQr1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/iy_Qu60yh0w/s1600-h/chic077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReMdt7VQr1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/iy_Qu60yh0w/s400/chic077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035901483188531026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReMdu7VQr3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/CQN_2zeTRqk/s1600-h/chic115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReMdu7VQr3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/CQN_2zeTRqk/s400/chic115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035901500368400242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during Chicago's Openport Festival from the Sear's Tower. punctured page of the flat landscape, circular oceanic horizon, phenomena at the edge of the world, crystal 115 77 97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performance performance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-3206728209551185160?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3206728209551185160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=3206728209551185160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3206728209551185160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3206728209551185160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/02/during-chicagos-openport-festival-from.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/ReMdt7VQr1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/iy_Qu60yh0w/s72-c/chic077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-6965025956741831191</id><published>2007-02-20T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:26:28.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rdq-l7VQryI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mS8Gsm_qBxw/s1600-h/breakin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rdq-l7VQryI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mS8Gsm_qBxw/s400/breakin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033545092331253538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakin through into another banned space through root avatar image displaced from object itself also see &lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/breakin.mov"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/breakin.mov&lt;/a&gt; thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-6965025956741831191?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/6965025956741831191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=6965025956741831191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6965025956741831191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/6965025956741831191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/02/d-f-breakin-through-into-another-banned.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rdq-l7VQryI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mS8Gsm_qBxw/s72-c/breakin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-3816350806495652558</id><published>2007-02-18T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:18:54.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RdlBPrVQrwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2Smp00NvN9w/s1600-h/rose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RdlBPrVQrwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2Smp00NvN9w/s400/rose1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033125796148981506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RdlBP7VQrxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WMIarJU-5_M/s1600-h/rose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RdlBP7VQrxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WMIarJU-5_M/s400/rose2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033125800443948818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;two dancers two dances two roses two worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-3816350806495652558?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3816350806495652558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=3816350806495652558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3816350806495652558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3816350806495652558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/02/two-dancers-two-dances-two-roses-two.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RdlBPrVQrwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2Smp00NvN9w/s72-c/rose1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-5212614047591029086</id><published>2007-02-09T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T17:12:30.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is the problem, as anyone following my work can attest - there's too much of it. I'll be at the Openport festival in Chicago the end of the month, doing a symposium, talk, two performances. So I'm attempting to organize files for the last, and it's difficult. I narrowed the video/audio work to 900 files - and these are edited from the mass of my video/audio work in general, running I think into the 1000s. I've placed the files in two folders, Performance 1 / 2. The names (titles) of the files convey nothing. I'm still naming from the film years when one produced "pieces" with such. So there are 900 names, and I forget what most of these things are. It's not even easy to tell by extension - there are sound files with .mp4 and the video files almost all end in .mov, even though some of them are modified .mp4 with H.264 compression that use up a lot of processor time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbnails won't do - they would be too difficult to manage, would clutter up the screen, wouldn't handle audio. I think of code - G for Geneva, D for dance, GG for Gruyere, GA for Aletsch glacier work - but then the individual pieces are still left behind. I've tried brief 2-3 word descriptions in the titles, but that doesn't seem to help. All of this has to be on the screen when I'm performing - that's the whole point of it - the ability to choose video/audio on the fly. I'm not sure where to take this, memorizing indices in my head, mnemonics ... The total number of still images that I work with (i.e. not family) is about 10000. The total audio, probably 1000; the total video, I imagine around 1500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swim in these. I need a directory structure for everything, coupled with a search engine; I need keywords and a way to delimit and present files during performance; I need a system which is easily understandable. I'm speaking of approximately 200 gigabytes of material here. Of course any suggestions greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-5212614047591029086?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/5212614047591029086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=5212614047591029086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/5212614047591029086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/5212614047591029086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/02/here-is-problem-as-anyone-following-my.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-825761331243846501</id><published>2007-02-02T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:48:34.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call for help'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savethemanatee.org/banners/howie_adopt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.savethemanatee.org/banners/howie_adopt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year there were more manatee deaths, almost all as a result of human callousness, than any other in history. The species will go extinct if we don't take action. Please consider donating or joing the Save the Manatee org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Alan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-825761331243846501?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/825761331243846501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=825761331243846501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/825761331243846501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/825761331243846501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-year-there-were-more-manatee.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-2330679195395412389</id><published>2007-01-31T01:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:26:22.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2007 04:18:12 -0500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduced De Montfort University Creative Writing and New Media guest&lt;br /&gt;lecture chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fascinating - I'm always curious how many of&lt;br /&gt;the old IRC commands are retranslated or reinterpreted in these newer&lt;br /&gt;chats 14:52:20&lt;br /&gt;No problem - let me knowwhen to start 29-Jan-2007&lt;br /&gt;14:52:29&lt;br /&gt;***MUZAK** 14:52:53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       MUZAK 14:53:02&lt;br /&gt;               MUZAK 14:53:07&lt;br /&gt;                heh! 14:53:11&lt;br /&gt;                               :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music... 14:53:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:53:52 hello 14:53:57 where are we now? 14:54:13 here we are then...&lt;br /&gt;14:54:39 now we are one 14:54:45 one 14:55:11 going out and coming back in&lt;br /&gt;- 14:55:28 left the session 14:55:34 joined the session 14:55:46 left the&lt;br /&gt;session 14:55:51 joined the session 14:57:21 displayed the following URL:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/net1.txt 14:57:45 Alan 14:57:48 Some of them are&lt;br /&gt;working! I've been playing around with html tags and couldn't get out of&lt;br /&gt;bold! 14:58:10 But Im not in bold now -are you? There's no bold at this&lt;br /&gt;end? 14:58:26 This is wonderfully strange... 14:58:42 - you're bold?&lt;br /&gt;14:58:48 Hi everyone! 14:58:52 Must be the diluted blood... 14:59:16 Well,&lt;br /&gt;I've got the URL up - yes, it's difficult, you have to use the slider.&lt;br /&gt;15:00:12 I'll try and be spare. 15:00:17 Wow! Stumbling over Brooklyn -&lt;br /&gt;15:00:35 Ok I'm ready whenever anyone else is - 29-Jan-2007 15:01:20 Can&lt;br /&gt;you scroll the text I've put up? 29-Jan-2007 15:01:34 It's just the first&lt;br /&gt;file in the Internet Text, which I've been writing for fourteen years;&lt;br /&gt;I'll switch to an 'examples' text in a bit 15:02:01 Ok, thanks 15:02:05&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you start with questions and we'll see where it goes - 15:02:26&lt;br /&gt;Hi - 15:02:41 Yes of course 15:02:53 It's odd because those seem like&lt;br /&gt;different operations - I'd say something close to obsessive compulsive&lt;br /&gt;behavior combined with a real wonder about the world 15:03:24 I can't not&lt;br /&gt;work 15:03:43 Too much neurosis on this end - which then becomes part of&lt;br /&gt;the content - 15:04:18 Well, what gets rid of the "I self Me" - which is&lt;br /&gt;narcissism - is the world itself - 15:04:36 the protocols etc. - 15:04:43&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure - I do all my writing online - possibly 5 hours a day -&lt;br /&gt;15:05:00 god no 15:05:05 the protocols - coding - 15:05:24 I'm not&lt;br /&gt;struggling with that. 15:05:31 It's a hideous anti-semitic tract -&lt;br /&gt;29-Jan-2007 15:05:49 The protocols reference code and the breakdown of&lt;br /&gt;code 15:06:04 it's amazing I could stop there - 15:06:20 and it's between&lt;br /&gt;code and its breakdown that I'm interested in - that 'liminal' space&lt;br /&gt;15:06:40 which is partly interpretable in a classical sense (hermeneutics)&lt;br /&gt;and partly not 15:06:58 She disappeared a while ago; I didn't want to&lt;br /&gt;write into the character any more. I felt I had done all I could - and&lt;br /&gt;with Julu, Jennifer, Travis, Alan, etc. 15:07:28 The space-between code -&lt;br /&gt;what underlies writing here and the surface itself. 15:07:59 I started&lt;br /&gt;calling this 'codework' which has taken on a life of its own. 15:08:17 So&lt;br /&gt;the subtext so to speak ruptures the text which collapses the subtext etc.&lt;br /&gt;15:08:34 As if the bones of the tomb of writing were made visible.&lt;br /&gt;15:08:52 - as if the bones had some sort of presence in the world without&lt;br /&gt;the flesh of writing (which in a way is a kind of etiquette) 15:09:14 So&lt;br /&gt;that the writing in a way is 'lurid' - cutting through in other ways.&lt;br /&gt;15:09:37 As in the 'Anita Berber' pieces that I've put up at the blog -&lt;br /&gt;15:09:57 Mistakes in print, and in the traditional Tanach, five books, all&lt;br /&gt;those misplaced letters, etc. 15:10:18 displayed the following URL:&lt;br /&gt;http://nikuko.blogspot.com 15:10:32 There's the "skeleton" of a piece of&lt;br /&gt;writing - which started with a short piece paralleling Berber's and&lt;br /&gt;Droste's own writing,and then expanded it using the 'dict' command -&lt;br /&gt;29-Jan-2007 15:11:20 which gives you a huge list of synonyms. The first&lt;br /&gt;entry is the skeleton - the entry immediately following is the piece&lt;br /&gt;itself. 15:11:46 Which is a kind of overflowing of synonyms, burying the&lt;br /&gt;original text - 15:12:04 and there's a parallel with Berber's life here,&lt;br /&gt;at least for me, and also a sense of over-accumulation, "surplus" 15:12:33&lt;br /&gt;- a surplus which goes nowhere. 15:12:41 If you click on the link you&lt;br /&gt;might get the .mp3 file which is made from tabla playing heavily filtered&lt;br /&gt;- a kind of stuttering/heartbeat that again parallels the text 29-Jan-2007&lt;br /&gt;15:13:43 How so? 15:13:46 This isn't my 'best' tabla work, but I thought&lt;br /&gt;it interesting to put up - 15:14:28 I wonder what happened; I'm always&lt;br /&gt;afraid of clicking on links here - at one point everything closed down.&lt;br /&gt;29-Jan-2007 15:15:01 No problem 15:15:04 The first bit - the short bit -&lt;br /&gt;is a poem... 15:15:30 There are better tabla pieces here! I think&lt;br /&gt;something called metrical.mp3 is one of them at the same site -&lt;br /&gt;29-Jan-2007 15:15:53 Think of the rest as both an expansion and a&lt;br /&gt;suffocation of meaning - meaning flying off 15:16:11 in so many directions&lt;br /&gt;that nothing coheres... 15:16:20 It a strange interface with a mysterious&lt;br /&gt;life of its own. When I was using html tagsa bit ago, everything was going&lt;br /&gt;a bit awry - 15:16:57 two bits in that sentence will get you a quarter&lt;br /&gt;(bad pun) 15:17:13 yes, but you might want to ask away here? When I enter&lt;br /&gt;a URL then the box closes - 15:18:06 displayed the following URL:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/examples.txt 15:18:20 You ask about code poetry?&lt;br /&gt;15:18:38 There are so many terms - I mentioned 'codework' because it seems&lt;br /&gt;the most genearl; for me, the rest - e-poetry for example, electronic&lt;br /&gt;poetry, new media poetry, etc. - all create genres/canons 15:19:14 which&lt;br /&gt;just about close everything down in a classical form/at - in other words,&lt;br /&gt;the usual politics and decisions make themselves felt. 15:19:39 If you&lt;br /&gt;think of say Lautreamont - what he was doing hadn't been done before&lt;br /&gt;(think ofthe space - again liminal) between Poesis and Maldoror and how&lt;br /&gt;that operates) - and that is fantastic! 15:20:16 But if had to attent a&lt;br /&gt;conference on his own work, that would have been something else...&lt;br /&gt;15:20:33 What I've put up here - and you do have to shuttle back and forth&lt;br /&gt;- is an example of a 'standard paragraph' - the "Normal" - and then&lt;br /&gt;various manipulations ranging from simple to complex... 15:21:16 There's&lt;br /&gt;also a few code snippets (most of which I've asked other people to write,&lt;br /&gt;or found elsewhere etc.) 29-Jan-2007 15:21:36 I tend to write in Unix or&lt;br /&gt;Linux - I've been doing that for a dozen years now - 15:21:54 which allows&lt;br /&gt;me to use all sorts of sophisticated text manipulation tools and script&lt;br /&gt;languages 15:22:13 Just briefly - the first is Normal, then 'Back" takes&lt;br /&gt;each line and reverses the words, not the letters... 29-Jan-2007 15:22:43&lt;br /&gt;Rev reverses everything 15:22:55 Tac reverses the line order 15:23:08 tr&lt;br /&gt;A-Z a-z just gets rid of the capitals 29-Jan-2007 15:23:20 transposition&lt;br /&gt;does group substitutions 29-Jan-2007 15:23:33 substitution is simpler but&lt;br /&gt;similar 29-Jan-2007 15:23:43 Pig-Latin is a program that comes w/ linux&lt;br /&gt;and turns everything into pig-latin! 15:24:03 Punched Cards is another&lt;br /&gt;linux program that turns phrases into imitation punch-cards which were&lt;br /&gt;used in the 50s and 60s 15:24:32 Eliminate which was written by Florian&lt;br /&gt;Cramer for me just eliminaes any duplicate works in a piece 15:24:55 so&lt;br /&gt;that "the dog and the cat" becomes "the dog and cat" for example. 15:25:12&lt;br /&gt;Elimx is one I wrote from Florian's that makes a mess of "eliminate" and&lt;br /&gt;creates a kind of poetry out of it which reminds me of John Giorno or&lt;br /&gt;William Carlos Wiliams 15:25:53 Cramer made a program that eliminates&lt;br /&gt;duplicate words. 15:26:09 The program is above. It counts different words&lt;br /&gt;for example as "cat" and "cat," - the comma makes it another word.&lt;br /&gt;15:26:40 The "mathesis" program I love - Jim Reith wrote it for me - and&lt;br /&gt;it creates a "filter" for a text - 15:27:08 like a photoshop filter.&lt;br /&gt;15:27:14 You can enter a mathematical function (the very first line) and&lt;br /&gt;it pulls out words from an "array" that match points of the function. The&lt;br /&gt;details don't matter here; the results, though, are something that would&lt;br /&gt;be very difficult to get otherwise 29-Jan-2007 15:28:00 GoogleScrape - is&lt;br /&gt;just using the Google program (API and WSDL - forget what the&lt;br /&gt;abbreviations stand for) to create files which can be "scraped" - turned&lt;br /&gt;into texts. I think this is what the flarf group does - 15:29:15 It's just&lt;br /&gt;a more sophisticated way of using google results as a basis for literature&lt;br /&gt;- 15:29:33 Then there's the "Simple perl program results" - which is based&lt;br /&gt;on a program I wrote years ago that's interactive and allows me to 'write&lt;br /&gt;into' it - it then rearranges things in somewhat technical ways - 15:30:23&lt;br /&gt;Yes of course, that would be a lot better than this blithering on my part!&lt;br /&gt;15:30:33 Yes to both, that was also a while ago. Shinto fascinated me and&lt;br /&gt;still does to some extent - a kind of animism and heavy mythology that&lt;br /&gt;exists coherently with high technology. And the language (I can't read it&lt;br /&gt;in the original) is so arcane - 29-Jan-2007 15:32:13 Not so much; I've&lt;br /&gt;been very moved by Red Pine's translations of Chinese poets, mostly of&lt;br /&gt;Zen/Taoist outlook like Cold Mountain (Han Shan) - the spaces that these&lt;br /&gt;poems create - and the kind of language used by, say, Dogen in Japanese&lt;br /&gt;Zen 29-Jan-2007 15:33:02 because I can't get myself "around it" - which is&lt;br /&gt;wonderful. 15:33:15 On the other hand, I could never 'submit' to Zen or to&lt;br /&gt;that sort of discipline - I'd be interested in wild Zen, wild Buddhism,&lt;br /&gt;without training, kind of yamabushi stuff without the community 15:34:02&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's complex. I don't have a traditional relationship to Shinto or&lt;br /&gt;to Japanese culture - 15:34:29 and am alienated by, say, Mishima, by&lt;br /&gt;whale-hunting, by what happened at Nanking, etc., all of which relates (I&lt;br /&gt;think) to State Shinto. but that's really another topic... If this is the&lt;br /&gt;Mu you are speaking of then yes, I do (for some reason I started thnking&lt;br /&gt;of 'the continent of Mu" 15:35:37 The one book that stays with me, now, is&lt;br /&gt;the Flower Sutra, possibly the full translation of the Tibetan Book of the&lt;br /&gt;Dead as well. 15:36:18 These are openings for me, and the sutra is&lt;br /&gt;incredible. 15:36:29 By the way (while waiting) the Yipes! text is made&lt;br /&gt;from some of the rules above. 15:37:13 And the "Using Chat" was made by&lt;br /&gt;recording one of thesesessions by myself. 15:37:30 ok 15:37:32 Ok - but&lt;br /&gt;they're not appearing here - 29-Jan-2007 15:38:10 One second 15:38:24 Ah I&lt;br /&gt;see - for me in relation to D Turner's second question - 15:38:55 about&lt;br /&gt;Youtube and so forth - the work skitters among all of these. I do laptop&lt;br /&gt;performance and actually musical performance in rl (the latter I'm dubious&lt;br /&gt;about) and video/audio/dance/image are all part of this; 15:39:31 I also&lt;br /&gt;work with dancers in Geneva, Switzerland, and this has gone back and forth&lt;br /&gt;with my other work. 15:39:51 Yes, the meaning shifts in each context, but&lt;br /&gt;the concerns are pretty consistent. 15:40:05 Edting in relation to suprlus&lt;br /&gt;- that depends on what I'm working on; with vidoe I tend to pare things&lt;br /&gt;down greatly, especially for the web - 15:40:36 but I prefer also to work&lt;br /&gt;on an idea, get through with it, and move on, rather than finesse it; the&lt;br /&gt;latter in a way is too easy, I know where things are going, so does the&lt;br /&gt;audience - 15:41:06 Code and text interact for me; sometimes the structure&lt;br /&gt;is evident, sometimes it isn't. 15:41:46 When I'm working with software (I&lt;br /&gt;work at the Virtual Environments Lab at West Virginia University at&lt;br /&gt;times), I try to take the software 15:42:16 to some sort of limit - seeing&lt;br /&gt;what happens at the edge. I did a piece in Second Life where the&lt;br /&gt;character/s try to escape and keep coming up against artificial barriers&lt;br /&gt;of the edge of the mapping 15:42:49 I work in both darknet and a/v - the&lt;br /&gt;presentation in some ways 'fills out the form' - whatever is available...&lt;br /&gt;29-Jan-2007 15:43:20 Text-based work allows me to think the&lt;br /&gt;hardest/clearest in a way - it's unforgiving 15:43:55 I write a great deal&lt;br /&gt;of theory, and it's so easy to slide into nonsense... 15:44:10 Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;it matters, most of the time it doesn't - if the code is present, one can&lt;br /&gt;usually get some idea of the structure in it 15:44:33 whether or not one&lt;br /&gt;understands it fully. There are times I don't understand it fully.&lt;br /&gt;15:44:49 I did some work in visual basic (you can download the exe.tar and&lt;br /&gt;open it on a PC - they'reexecutables) - and I can't tell you where the&lt;br /&gt;effects are from. 15:45:22 Exactly like lace, and just as ephemeral...&lt;br /&gt;15:45:33 It makes it seem as if the world is both obdurate, inert, and&lt;br /&gt;interpretable, transparent. 15:46:09 I think of Jacques Lacan in this&lt;br /&gt;regard - reading his text is a kind of psychoanalytical working-through&lt;br /&gt;itself 29-Jan-2007 15:46:34 But of course I may be fooling myself.&lt;br /&gt;29-Jan-2007 15:46:47 There are also political concerns here - trying to&lt;br /&gt;scrape away at etiquette - I relate this to the usual obfuscation in our&lt;br /&gt;government's policies. 15:47:27 Which effects in the films? And you should&lt;br /&gt;sometime see the originals - the compression makes a mess out of them -&lt;br /&gt;15:47:47 There are avatars that are constructed from motion capture&lt;br /&gt;equipment 15:48:08 and images from laser scanning equipment (big lasers)&lt;br /&gt;15:48:23 I'm not sure which this is! I think that's the laser. 15:48:34&lt;br /&gt;The Wolf piece - that's using motion capture and feeding it into Poser,&lt;br /&gt;which models figures - then distorting the files so the figures literally&lt;br /&gt;break down. 15:49:02 The bones of the wolf come through. 29-Jan-2007&lt;br /&gt;15:49:18 Poser is a 3d mannequin modeling program. 29-Jan-2007 15:49:28&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Bellmer fascinates me, but thenI worry - in my own work as well -&lt;br /&gt;about the gender implicatons of al of this - 15:49:53 It's separate, it's&lt;br /&gt;faster than Max I think - the mannequins are already formed to be&lt;br /&gt;manipulated. 15:50:18 A lot of teen-age boys make 'ideal' girlfriends with&lt;br /&gt;the stuff. 15:50:33 I think my work walks an edge of being lurid and&lt;br /&gt;almost violent almost overtly sexual, but not quite (this is the video&lt;br /&gt;work, not the writing or sound pieces) 15:51:28 I do think at least in the&lt;br /&gt;US these images are the kind of imaginary one lives within 15:51:50 There&lt;br /&gt;was a book years ago which talked about Jewish (and one can apply this to&lt;br /&gt;any minority that feels beleagured) 15:52:25 culture as breaking down the&lt;br /&gt;'etiquette' of middle or upper class Anglo-American culture - 15:52:48 for&lt;br /&gt;example Freud scraping at the psyche, Marx at classical economics,&lt;br /&gt;Witgenstein at language itself, etc. 29-Jan-2007 15:53:20 Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;15:53:28 And these people were - again perhaps like codework - 15:53:39&lt;br /&gt;partially-assimilated Jews, but not 'really' assimilated - so they existed&lt;br /&gt;- again - in the liminal space which they recreated for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;15:54:06 Einstein as well. 15:54:10 This is obviously a gross&lt;br /&gt;over-simplification but it started me thinking... 15:54:27 You have the&lt;br /&gt;same thing, say, in the blues, with people like Patton 'between' African&lt;br /&gt;and 'white' rhythmic/tonal structures. 15:55:07 Ok - 15:55:12 Whew. I'm&lt;br /&gt;not sure 9something else opened up here, sorry).. 15:55:55 When I'm&lt;br /&gt;surprised by the result, it's a success, no matter how awkward. 15:56:10&lt;br /&gt;when I know 'what I'm doing' - it may well be a failure. 15:56:21 I coined&lt;br /&gt;the term 'defuge' to reference those moments which are akin to disgust&lt;br /&gt;15:56:43 for example when you try to read a novel several times 15:56:56&lt;br /&gt;and the writing itself becomes distasteful, 'decathected,' unworkable.&lt;br /&gt;15:57:14 The same thing happens with pornography, but that's another&lt;br /&gt;issue. 15:57:28 - if pornography were 'ideal' - one image would do it all&lt;br /&gt;- but that's not the case. instead, the industry is fueled by continued&lt;br /&gt;transmission. The same thing of course in the entertainment industry, etc.&lt;br /&gt;15:58:04 In sports it's another related issue - one wants one's team to&lt;br /&gt;win, but if it's a massacre all the time, the 'sport' disappears. 15:58:34&lt;br /&gt;So there's a kind of disinvestment at work here, and that also occurs in&lt;br /&gt;my writing I think when I'm too sure of myself, 'filling out that form'&lt;br /&gt;again. 15:59:04 Such as what? 15:59:28 Yes, lots of time. 15:59:52 times&lt;br /&gt;16:00:00 I think it depends. I haven't been thrown out of anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;But there's controversy definitely - the worst was probably on nettime-l&lt;br /&gt;which went on for an entire month. I left the list but came back later.&lt;br /&gt;16:01:00 I also cross-post a lot which bothers people. 16:01:07 The sexual&lt;br /&gt;content of some of the work bothers people. 16:01:19 And at my end I have&lt;br /&gt;little patience for what I think of as the right-wing which gets me into&lt;br /&gt;trouble; I just start blustering. 16:01:41 I don't know, some tame, some&lt;br /&gt;not tame - it depends on how it's defined... I don't mean to offend&lt;br /&gt;anyone, but most people don't I think. 16:02:19 AI? It's only a matter of&lt;br /&gt;time... 16:02:53 "don't I think" - I'm not sure where this typo was&lt;br /&gt;going... 16:03:19 No problem - 16:03:24 I'll be on the board, except for&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday/Wednesday, when I'll be on but not that much (traveling). 16:03:55&lt;br /&gt;With my work? Just to be able to keep doing it. And with technical things&lt;br /&gt;like music (trying to learn to play the erhu now) - just doing a better&lt;br /&gt;job 16:04:17 I'm terrible at programming, okay with borrowing or asking&lt;br /&gt;for help. 16:04:35 I want to explore more 'body-avatar' issues in Second&lt;br /&gt;Life, but I'm not sure i'll get to that... 16:04:55 I feel exactly the&lt;br /&gt;same way- 16:05:23 for me, at least the aesthetics of coding... 16:05:50&lt;br /&gt;Well, she may return, but there are other things - working with live&lt;br /&gt;dancers (who are fairly extreme and we shot in the Alps and so forth) has&lt;br /&gt;been wonderful 16:06:32 The 'parables' (they're in the book .echo)&lt;br /&gt;29-Jan-2007 16:06:57 I don't thin I need an editor but I might have&lt;br /&gt;tobother people less! 16:07:11 The dancers are like live avatars yes -&lt;br /&gt;29-Jan-2007 16:07:18 In fact some of the work they do is imitating avatars&lt;br /&gt;exactly as much as possible - 16:07:32 When you getto something like the&lt;br /&gt;Wolf, it'sdifficult. 16:07:43 How to who feel about? 16:07:53 - 16:08:32&lt;br /&gt;We tend to inspire each other. I can't do much physical (except music) and&lt;br /&gt;the dancers are incredibly athletic. 16:08:58 I agree re: Butoh, I&lt;br /&gt;haven't, but would like to work with Butoh dancers of course 16:09:17 The&lt;br /&gt;Cunningham technique is very complex, so I can explore pretty much what I&lt;br /&gt;want... 16:09:51 Or I'm the material for the dancers; it's really back and&lt;br /&gt;forth. 16:10:09 At times I'm not sure who is doing what with whom or&lt;br /&gt;whether it's ultimately real or virtual 16:10:25 I'll be on Joanna. -&lt;br /&gt;16:10:34 I can stay for a few more minutes if there are any questions -&lt;br /&gt;16:10:53 Oh someone asked why the webpage is a directory? 16:11:03 That's&lt;br /&gt;the simplest way I can present the materials; I'm not good at design; when&lt;br /&gt;I send out texts, they usually include URLs. 16:11:27 The Trace materials&lt;br /&gt;are different - they were done with Simon Mills and are fully&lt;br /&gt;interfaced... 16:11:51 Good night! - 16:11:56 Take care - 16:12:05 There&lt;br /&gt;are six left; before I leave, are there any other questions? I'll check&lt;br /&gt;the discussion board later 29-Jan-2007 16:12:26 down to two! 16:12:34&lt;br /&gt;board with more 16:12:41 Yes 16:12:56 No problem; I'm about to sign out&lt;br /&gt;unless there's a question - we're really down to you and Christine who&lt;br /&gt;might have left... 16:13:27 I'll be on the discussion board later this&lt;br /&gt;afternoon. 16:13:59 , please send the recording if you can! 16:14:08 Well,&lt;br /&gt;if there's anything else... 16:14:17 Oh, good 16:14:32 Thanks - 16:14:40&lt;br /&gt;Thank you as well - I'm constantly worrying about the quality of these&lt;br /&gt;answers... 16:14:56 - bye - 16:14:59 left the session 16:15:08 joined the&lt;br /&gt;session 16:15:17 left the session 16:15:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-2330679195395412389?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2330679195395412389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=2330679195395412389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2330679195395412389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2330679195395412389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/date-wed-31-jan-2007-041812-0500.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-4399225050213761122</id><published>2007-01-28T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T19:17:17.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skeleton Anita Berber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murder.&lt;br /&gt;morphine.&lt;br /&gt;mucous.&lt;br /&gt;murmured. voices.&lt;br /&gt;mayhem. vortex.&lt;br /&gt;misery. blood.&lt;br /&gt;murder.&lt;br /&gt;muck. fuck. naked.&lt;br /&gt;murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pico zz 3 dict murder 4 dict murder | more 5 pico zz 6 dict morphine 7&lt;br /&gt;fg 8 dict mucous 9 dict mucous |more 10 fg 11 dict murmur 12 fg 13 dict&lt;br /&gt;voice | more 14 fg 15 dict mayhem 16 dict mayhem | more 17 fg 18 dict&lt;br /&gt;vortex 19 fg 20 dict misery | more 21 fg 22 dict blood 23 dict blood |&lt;br /&gt;more 24 fg 25 dict muck 26 fg 27 dict fuck 28 dict fuck | more 29 dict&lt;br /&gt;fuck | more 30 fg 31 dict naked 32 dict naked | more 33 fg 34 sort zz &gt; yy&lt;br /&gt;35 pico yy 37 sed 's/ //g' yy &gt; zz 38 pico zz 39 sort -k 4.3 zz &gt; yy 41&lt;br /&gt;pico yy 43 sort -k 3.2 yy &gt; zz; pico zz 44 perl a/eliminate.pl &lt;&gt; yy;&lt;br /&gt;pico yy 45 sed 's/[\.,;{}]//g' yy &gt; zz 46 pico zz 50 new zz; cat oz.txt zz&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ding; mv ding oz.txt; m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/anitaberber.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/anitaberber.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-4399225050213761122?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4399225050213761122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=4399225050213761122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4399225050213761122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4399225050213761122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/zz-pico-zz-44-perl-aeliminate.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-4320106001283800103</id><published>2007-01-28T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:53:32.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throat Anita Berber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murder.&lt;br /&gt;mucous.&lt;br /&gt;murmured. voices.&lt;br /&gt;mayhem. vortex.&lt;br /&gt;morphine.&lt;br /&gt;misery. blood.&lt;br /&gt;murder.&lt;br /&gt;muck. fuck. naked.&lt;br /&gt;murder.&lt;br /&gt;murder mucous murmured voices mayhem vortex morphine misery blood&lt;br /&gt;muck fuck naked bonk] OK weakening wreck yelp yowl homicide v :&lt;br /&gt;have sexual intercourse with "This student sleeps with derivation&lt;br /&gt;descent Amytal Amytal pill Demerol Dolophine H Luminal adherence&lt;br /&gt;Rh-type Rhesus factor acute leukemia affiliation agnate carnage&lt;br /&gt;commit a gaffe cool decapitate decimation Letterer-Siwe bed have&lt;br /&gt;go at it bang get it on away Schmerz ache aches and pains&lt;br /&gt;aching heart adversity rub out ruin mandrake admiration agency&lt;br /&gt;agent air allophone alto alveolar crow affliction agony agony of&lt;br /&gt;mind angst anguish anxiety bale agnation alliance ancestry anemia&lt;br /&gt;angiohemophilia anima undressed color common come out with comic&lt;br /&gt;bass communicate consonant hum stringy lubricous as mucous&lt;br /&gt;substance abate abolish sadness sordidness animal kingdom animating&lt;br /&gt;force antibody antigen apico-dental approbation approval aria&lt;br /&gt;singer speak incoherently annihilate asphyxiate assassinate&lt;br /&gt;assassination air grievance aspiration assert assimilation atone&lt;br /&gt;spiral spout spurt stew stir blunder blunder away into on upon&lt;br /&gt;purging put patricide play havoc polish off purge extermination&lt;br /&gt;Australian ballot Hare system Heldentenor Meistersinger attune aye&lt;br /&gt;baritenor baritone basso basso buffo aspirate bark bated breath&lt;br /&gt;bawl articulate articulation undraped drone emit endorsement&lt;br /&gt;enfranchisement enunciate continuo ostinato profundo gangrene&lt;br /&gt;garbage glop boulevardier bassus bilabial blessing blues bourdon&lt;br /&gt;breathe aristocracy aristocraticalness bitterness bleeding broken&lt;br /&gt;biorhythm birth blade blood bank muttering outcry pant pipe blue&lt;br /&gt;devil heaven bloodmobile bloodshed bloodstream blood litter loiter&lt;br /&gt;boggle botch bumble bump bumping-off bungle butcher blubber boom&lt;br /&gt;bray bankruptcy breakage breakdown chaos collapse commotion lie&lt;br /&gt;with brand breath life breed exhalation flute fret fret brood&lt;br /&gt;brotherhood brothership buck cast caste category muck up counting&lt;br /&gt;voice buzz buzzing cackle chant collateral collateral relative&lt;br /&gt;velvet calmative chloral hydrate codeine chest chime cacuminal&lt;br /&gt;canary cantatrice canto cantor underbreath undercurrent burden&lt;br /&gt;calamity care group grouping picture vote cerebral chance chanter&lt;br /&gt;chantress check goofball hard stuff continuant chirp clamor&lt;br /&gt;complain complaining complaint coo crab circulation clan clansman&lt;br /&gt;claret malcontent melancholia blunt clarified clear Tuinal Tuinal&lt;br /&gt;alcohol amobarbital sodium Luminal cleared colorless conspicuous&lt;br /&gt;denuded detectable dextran clotheshorse cognate cognation black&lt;br /&gt;blue angel croak cirrus coil condensation trail contrail corkscrew&lt;br /&gt;chord chorus coloratura coloratura soprano organic fertilizer&lt;br /&gt;butchery connection connections consanguinean cantante discernible&lt;br /&gt;codeine cough syrup depressant depressor dolly downer muddle&lt;br /&gt;consanguinity cousinhood cousinship coxcomb cyclic heads crooner&lt;br /&gt;cumulative voting deciding swirling tendril counterflux curl&lt;br /&gt;curlicue mumble mumbling murmuration murmuring crushing curse&lt;br /&gt;cynic wheel whirl whirlpool whirlwind whorl cripple crippling&lt;br /&gt;damage destruction aplastic apparentation decision declare deep&lt;br /&gt;deliver dental descant diphthong ordeal dampener damper dejection&lt;br /&gt;depression depth misery caroler casting Hand-Schuller-Christian&lt;br /&gt;disease disaster discomfort discontent native buff disclosed&lt;br /&gt;discovered distilled evident exposed dilapidation disablement&lt;br /&gt;dismember inroad loss maiming mischief dissimilation diva division&lt;br /&gt;dramatic drone exposed to view disturbance dizzy round ebullience&lt;br /&gt;ebullition eddy Cassandra displeasure distress dolor beef bellow&lt;br /&gt;bellyache bitch blare blat count donor donor center contralto&lt;br /&gt;convey electrocute eliminate elimination destroy do in dust drift&lt;br /&gt;droppings dung dust exterminate eradicate eradication execute&lt;br /&gt;effervescence embroilment evolute exhaust feery-fary ferment&lt;br /&gt;enrichener entangle excrement open outcropping overt explosive&lt;br /&gt;express expression syndrome Rh Rh-negative Rh-positive bring&lt;br /&gt;bare-ass bared fagot falsetto favor favorable figured faux pas&lt;br /&gt;finish flounder foul play fratricide extinguish flap flurry&lt;br /&gt;fluster flutter barefaced beholdable blank blatant beverage&lt;br /&gt;biological clock formulate forum franchise give give glottal&lt;br /&gt;dressing fumble garrote genocide get rid of guillotine hang fume&lt;br /&gt;fuss gabble gasp wet blanket woe wretchedness hardship fussiness&lt;br /&gt;gulf gurge gyre helix tongue utterance glide disclose flagrant&lt;br /&gt;free glaring gymnosophical fermentation fidgetiness fit involute&lt;br /&gt;extremity gloom gloomy Gus grief grimness grouch grump goo gook&lt;br /&gt;goop grime grind grub feculence filth fool heartache heartfelt&lt;br /&gt;heartgrief heavy gibber gossip grapevine gripe groan grouse&lt;br /&gt;grousing confusion crack-up platelet growl grumble grumbling grunt&lt;br /&gt;hearsay hiss holler howl encroachment fracas harm havoc hobbling&lt;br /&gt;bracket braining branch everyone in her dorm" "Adam knew Eve" "Were&lt;br /&gt;you ever fling heroin hop horse hypnotic junk kink maelstrom&lt;br /&gt;pell-mell rainbow red hubbub hullabaloo hurly-burly hurry&lt;br /&gt;hurry-scurry liquidate ice infanticide kill killing knock lay low&lt;br /&gt;impairment incapacitation infringement injury unassisted unblended&lt;br /&gt;stage whisper still small yellow yellow jacket jeremiad keen kick&lt;br /&gt;lament lilt little rat race reel joylessness killjoy lamentation&lt;br /&gt;languishment malaise cantus cantus laid lodge low maffle maunder&lt;br /&gt;moan mouth despondency destitution louse manure mess mess around&lt;br /&gt;beau liquidation lumber lynch mangle manslaughter mar massacre&lt;br /&gt;matter furfur privation prophet doom prostration barbiturate&lt;br /&gt;meperidine methadone morphia narcotic nightcap melancholy&lt;br /&gt;mirthlessness misfortune detriment devastation mire mope mosey&lt;br /&gt;dandruff debris decay dirt dirty dirty mucker mucky mucus mud&lt;br /&gt;muddy murk matricide miscue bloody murder blot be all thumbs behead&lt;br /&gt;pressure relation muff murdering mutilate parricide liable&lt;br /&gt;manifest naturistic neat nonimmune noticeable nude scag&lt;br /&gt;neutropenia nudist observable obvious open as day all slimy ropy&lt;br /&gt;or opiate opium pacifier pain killer paregoric pen yan&lt;br /&gt;phenobarbital ringlet roll ruffle scramble pain pang passion&lt;br /&gt;penury pessimist pining poverty toil trash palpable patent peeled&lt;br /&gt;hanging evidence full mussitate mutter phenobarbital poppy purple&lt;br /&gt;quietener Seconal Seconal dandy dealing death deme denomination&lt;br /&gt;figuratus planus canvass canvassing twist unquiet uproar perplex&lt;br /&gt;phosphate plod pus putrid suffering suicidal despair perturbation&lt;br /&gt;pirouette pother desolation desperation plain pure purified raw&lt;br /&gt;recognizable countercurrent counterflow plaint planctus purr&lt;br /&gt;knockout drops laudanum liquor lotus lullaby untinged untrimmed&lt;br /&gt;down regicide removal remove root refluence reflux regurgitation&lt;br /&gt;restlessness raise register relationship M Mickey Finn Nembutal&lt;br /&gt;Nembutal repine roar rumble rumbling mutilation ruination Beau&lt;br /&gt;Brummel Christmas secobarbital sedative shit sleep-bringer humming&lt;br /&gt;jabber intercourse serum substitute bloodletting bloodline scurf&lt;br /&gt;scuz sewage guano gum gumbo gunk idle linger shriek sibilate&lt;br /&gt;sigh acceptance accompaniment active active scrag slaughter slay&lt;br /&gt;slaying slip smother analgesic sleep-inducer sleep-producer sleeper&lt;br /&gt;sleeping draught slab slave slime slob slog slop slosh sludge&lt;br /&gt;slum class clinical rumor scold scream screech scuttlebutt smudge&lt;br /&gt;smut snarl snot soot plain sight puris snort sob soft sough&lt;br /&gt;unmixed unobstructed unornamented night soil nitrate nitrogen&lt;br /&gt;obscenity offal ooze ordure snuff sororicide spoil strangle&lt;br /&gt;stumble thuggee thuggery screw scroll spasm spin ravel rot&lt;br /&gt;rubbish screw scum sorrowing sourpuss spoilsport squalor stitch&lt;br /&gt;apico-alveolar splutter sputter squall squawk squeal disorder&lt;br /&gt;disrepair showing simple stark carking catastrophe cheerlessness&lt;br /&gt;sorrow stark-naked straight stripped susceptible seen flutteriness&lt;br /&gt;susurrate susurration susurrus slush smirch smoke smooch stream&lt;br /&gt;surge sweat swirl sordes splosh squash stroll superphosphate&lt;br /&gt;swill tangle sex know do be intimate naturalibus the&lt;br /&gt;altogether insight smack sodium thiopental somnifacient soother&lt;br /&gt;breathy waste waste time absolute apparent au naturel bald bare&lt;br /&gt;cry dolorous tirade drawl droning exclaim character chronic throe&lt;br /&gt;trial tribulation trouble ruinousness sabotage scathe to-do tumult&lt;br /&gt;turbulence turmoil turn twirl perceivable perceptible trumpet&lt;br /&gt;twang ululation intimate this man?" [syn: roll unadorned&lt;br /&gt;unadulterated unaided unalloyed unarrayed hurt hurting unclad&lt;br /&gt;unclassified unclogged unclosed unclothed unclouded uncolored&lt;br /&gt;uncombined uncomplicated uncompounded unconcealed uncorrupted&lt;br /&gt;uncovered undecked humorlessness indigence infelicity infestivity&lt;br /&gt;undecorated undeniable undiluted undisguised unembellished&lt;br /&gt;unfortified unfurbished ungarnished twinge uncheerfulness&lt;br /&gt;unhappiness unjoyfulness unmirthfulness unhidden unleavened&lt;br /&gt;unmingled unmistakable unmitigated sing snap unprotected&lt;br /&gt;unrestricted unsheathed unsophisticated unstopped thuggism trip&lt;br /&gt;uproot uxoricide wipe wiping sickening spoiling violence vapor&lt;br /&gt;volute volution wake wash soothing soporific tar glottalization&lt;br /&gt;graveyard ground guttural cell undertone wail wail warble swallow&lt;br /&gt;take talk thunder epenthetic vowel esteem yeastiness whimper whine&lt;br /&gt;whispering whistle yap yawp yell tranquilizer turps white&lt;br /&gt;anesthetic anodyne barb barbiturate off screw jazz eff&lt;br /&gt;hump rectified revealed seeable sheer hay love arterial atman&lt;br /&gt;bane bathmism beating countenance countertenor make out love&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-4320106001283800103?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4320106001283800103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=4320106001283800103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4320106001283800103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4320106001283800103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/throat-anita-berber-murder.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-1629463812106296802</id><published>2007-01-28T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:39:15.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rbz5YE4oiXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nln1X3TRT_I/s1600-h/sc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rbz5YE4oiXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nln1X3TRT_I/s320/sc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025165476262087026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to approach this blog for someone coming to it for the first time. One thing - I'd suggest going to the examples text below - you'd have to scroll down of course. There's also a philosophy text further down. You might also want to connect directly to &lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look about; since the URL leads to a directory, you should be able to find the most recent posts (on my computers I just click twice on 'date modified'). The .txt files are of two types - those from the 'internet text' which I've been continuously writing - for the most part these are of the form ??.txt (for example ob.txt) or, some of the earlier ones - Net??.txt - and those which are stand-alone files such as nature.txt or cancer.txt. Most of the latter have been published elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphics are almost all jpgs and easy to view; the video is mostly .mp4 which uses the latest H 264 compression; you might need to update your Quicktime to view it. I've also noticed that some Mac people find the .mp4 files only appear as characters on the screen; if this is the case, download them, save them as .mp4, and drag to Quicktime. I believe there are ways to set the permissions to have this done automatically in Safari. The audio files are almost all .mp3 and recently I've been saving them with less compression, less artifacts. There's an exe.tar which contains visual basic executables; you have to untar the file to get at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way to proceed would be to use ftp and download, say, all the text files with the .txt extension. If you download the entire site, it's about 1.2 gigabytes, which actually isn't terrible and has all my writing from the past 14 years, a great deal of my earlier articles, some books, and audio/video/photo representative of the past 14 years as well. If you have questions, contact me at sondheim@panix.com .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-1629463812106296802?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/1629463812106296802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=1629463812106296802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/1629463812106296802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/1629463812106296802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-sure-how-to-approach-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rbz5YE4oiXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nln1X3TRT_I/s72-c/sc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-4427386831810674551</id><published>2007-01-27T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:44:31.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rbz89U4oiYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hGSY6J9PKSA/s1600-h/raron+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rbz89U4oiYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hGSY6J9PKSA/s320/raron+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025169414747097474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rbwez04oiWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DSqxlplGNtc/s1600-h/providence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rbwez04oiWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DSqxlplGNtc/s320/providence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024925159956973922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may have seen this already - it's signature -&lt;br /&gt;for an online discussion tomorrow - alan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2Z7o1K3utg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2Z7o1K3utg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WolfTC shortened vesion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/wolf.mov"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/wolf.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still shortened but mp4 and clearer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-4427386831810674551?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4427386831810674551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=4427386831810674551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4427386831810674551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4427386831810674551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-may-have-seen-this-already-its.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Rbz89U4oiYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hGSY6J9PKSA/s72-c/raron+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-8992612984771747386</id><published>2007-01-24T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:51:20.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground zero (second and almost complete version - comments welcome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero is ground down; the ground has no depth; the ground is flattened;&lt;br /&gt;ground is always already charnel-hus; ground is always killing-field;&lt;br /&gt;ground is replete, fecund, historic; history is flattened; ground is&lt;br /&gt;characterized by the _trail_; the trail crosses the ground; the ground is&lt;br /&gt;obdurate, inert, among and within the trail. The ground trails the trail;&lt;br /&gt;the trail trails the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground is space, now this is space, now this is time, this was time;&lt;br /&gt;ground is, this is time now, this is space there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground zero is the ground of the wild, the trail of the wild, its call or&lt;br /&gt;calling, kill or culling. Ground zero is the table-tabulation of the&lt;br /&gt;ground, part-objects of plants, animals, organic debris; ground is always&lt;br /&gt;already debris. The ground does not suffer: the suffering of the ground is&lt;br /&gt;our suffering: the ground is contaminated with our suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our suffering is the suffering of the ground - which is not the suffering&lt;br /&gt;of the ground - which does not suffer - our suffering is the table-&lt;br /&gt;tabulation, the unknown, unaccounted, unaccountable, unaccounted-for basis&lt;br /&gt;of data, the blurring of data: all this construct of the human upon&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is here that the wild parts the Wild, that the Wild decomposes - not on&lt;br /&gt;the technological, on the subsequent extinctions, on the devolving of&lt;br /&gt;extinctions - but on ground zero, on table-tabulations - from the begin-&lt;br /&gt;ning an established fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here the strategy is the move to the tabled, the move which is a&lt;br /&gt;history of the process of tabling: the recognition, not of the Wild, but&lt;br /&gt;of its loss inherent within the Wild. Which isn't to say a foregone&lt;br /&gt;conclusion, but a technology gone wild, infected, infecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what remains: ground zero already charnel-hus, slaughtered animals,&lt;br /&gt;what shall one do now? The question parallels standard 'what is to be&lt;br /&gt;done?' - to which there is no answer. Ground zero - not the Ground Zero of&lt;br /&gt;9/11 - but the ground zero of the trail, the trace - must be absolutely&lt;br /&gt;understood and understood absolutely: that the Wild has always been&lt;br /&gt;sundered to the extent that human languaging and culture have operated&lt;br /&gt;through the _trajectory of the hand-ax_ - from stone through reification&lt;br /&gt;to ax, from ax through exchange to ax. The trajectory refers to the&lt;br /&gt;_skittering_ of the trail across ground zero. The skittering is scythe and&lt;br /&gt;dominion, the distinction that makes a distinction: live and dead, hunter&lt;br /&gt;and prey, herd and cull, grain and territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there is travel, tool, reification, ground zero is both relinquish-&lt;br /&gt;ment and harboring. The violence of writing is here within table-&lt;br /&gt;tabulation, the sintering of ground zero, the remeasurement of trail, the&lt;br /&gt;contestation of trail and table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is any of this a matter of concern? Because the Wild continues to be&lt;br /&gt;romanticized, farmed-out, mystified; the sublime itself is the Wild placed&lt;br /&gt;beyond reach, the distance of a troubling absolute. I believe one must&lt;br /&gt;begin otherwise - with Holocaust, with disappearance. This needs more than&lt;br /&gt;text or voice, more than lip service. It's useless to pretend that the&lt;br /&gt;issue is "management" or "wildlife corridor" or "dark matter" or "natural&lt;br /&gt;selection" or even "selection" given the fold-catastrophic (re: Thom)&lt;br /&gt;nature of extinction. The horror inheres to flattening, to trail. It is&lt;br /&gt;not an addition, not techne, not technology. As population increases, it&lt;br /&gt;is simply coming into greater view. The issue is a fundamental geopolit-&lt;br /&gt;ical one. The only solutions may well be enclaves, data-bases, DNA banks,&lt;br /&gt;regions within hunting or poaching are punishable by death. This is far&lt;br /&gt;too little too late. It is the best chance there is. It does not address&lt;br /&gt;the future collapse of culture world-wide as pollution and climate rampage&lt;br /&gt;- these will happen. It does address the the end of things (end of the&lt;br /&gt;Wild, end of megafauna, end of variety, end of coastal culture), and that&lt;br /&gt;is all we can hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a question of apocalypse; it has always been a question of&lt;br /&gt;apocalypse; humans have read the trails, walked and traced them, from the&lt;br /&gt;beginning, from the beginning of organism. Every organism has culture. The&lt;br /&gt;question becomes "how are we with apocalypse"; "how are we among the&lt;br /&gt;apocalyptic." For this condition, this state-of-affairs, this desire,&lt;br /&gt;looms closer, as if the apocalyptic announced itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read far too often that humans have cried apocalyptic far too often - but&lt;br /&gt;for a moment, put yourself in the position of a polar bear, or black&lt;br /&gt;rhino, or bonobo: Consider these, as well, crying apocalyptic, until the&lt;br /&gt;last of the them disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not, again, "what is to be done," but "what is the doing." And it is&lt;br /&gt;insufficient to abjure the doing, as in the notion there can be no lyric&lt;br /&gt;poetry, perhaps no poetry, after the Holocaust, that other holocaust that&lt;br /&gt;continues in yet other forms. This bypasses, not only doing, but thinking&lt;br /&gt;that may yet reveal another dawn in the midst of dusk. One might say in&lt;br /&gt;return, all dawns are ruptured. The day is ruptured by the night. What&lt;br /&gt;remains, what is never ruptured: ground zero - one might say the substance&lt;br /&gt;of ground zero, but here there is no divisibility; one fails and falters&lt;br /&gt;with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground zero is the ground of debris, spew, emission - the ground that&lt;br /&gt;erases traces, derails trails. It is never so simple as inscription, but a&lt;br /&gt;confluence of inscriptions, spatio-temporal strata, cross-purposeless. The&lt;br /&gt;fossil record is the miniscule surface of the world appearing as depth.&lt;br /&gt;But there is enough present to indicate that today something is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;incoherent - an environment that changes faster than adaptation, fit only&lt;br /&gt;for generalists - species, themselves, that might be in trouble later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artificial (zoo, museum, housing development) requires energy and&lt;br /&gt;continuous maintenance. It is a strange attractor of finance; without&lt;br /&gt;money, the budget of organism falls apart. It is susceptible to world&lt;br /&gt;politics, to a world with rapidly decreasing resources. The Wild must be&lt;br /&gt;seen against this background. The Wild and its species have disappeared -&lt;br /&gt;which means the cultures of these species have disappeared - which means,&lt;br /&gt;further, that we are dealing with organisms divested of spatial and&lt;br /&gt;temporal history. There are no neighborhoods, no learned behaviors, that&lt;br /&gt;are not contaminated by humans - both within the artificial, and in the&lt;br /&gt;remnant parks and "wildernesses" on a planet experience an information&lt;br /&gt;implosion, population explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the artificial as organism banking, and continuous maintenance as&lt;br /&gt;the lineage of organisms translated to the lineage of human beings, in the&lt;br /&gt;future perhaps other technologies. The point is this: these lineages are&lt;br /&gt;disrupted as well, are broken - and a single break results in permanent&lt;br /&gt;loss. Kill the zoo, kill the species. Develop a plot of land harboring an&lt;br /&gt;irreplaceable biome, and the biome is gone forever. It's a no-win situation&lt;br /&gt;- environmentalists hold out with man/woman-years, and the biome seems&lt;br /&gt;safe - but one victory of development, and everything is lost. This is an&lt;br /&gt;example of the "fragility of good things" in catastrophe theory - if&lt;br /&gt;everything goes right, good things happen - but there are many more -&lt;br /&gt;astronomically many more - things that can "go wrong" - and any of them&lt;br /&gt;permanently eliminate the catastrophic peak of "goodness." In this sense&lt;br /&gt;"goodness" might be defined as _any_ desired state-of-affairs; there's no&lt;br /&gt;ethos implied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "world of generalists" will never be the end of the story, as generalist&lt;br /&gt;species compete with one another, construct new strategies, fill new&lt;br /&gt;ecological niches. Competition continues on a planet of rapidly depleting&lt;br /&gt;resources. There _is_ an end in sight, as variety ultimately decreases&lt;br /&gt;exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture suffers as well. Projects disappear as coastlines are inundated,&lt;br /&gt;fresh water and fossil fuels are at a premium, and replacement fuels&lt;br /&gt;create vast changes in biomes themselves. Gasoline replacement comes at a&lt;br /&gt;price - again, of ecological niches, cultures, even an acceptable air&lt;br /&gt;quality level. Couple this with population pressure (we're not yet at the&lt;br /&gt;9-10 billion peak expected), and one has a world in which criminal&lt;br /&gt;activity is necessary for survival. Poaching will be long gone - there&lt;br /&gt;will be nothing left to poach (I think of the denuded hills around Ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Juarez already as an example). What we still consider, ever more tenu-&lt;br /&gt;ously, the "safe" internet, will exist locally at best, most probably used&lt;br /&gt;for gang/terror networking. The simplicity and spread of nuclear arms only&lt;br /&gt;adds to the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the ground zero of debris, detritus, effluvia: when there is no&lt;br /&gt;return to and from the Wild, when the "natural" becomes a literally mean-&lt;br /&gt;ingless term, when histories are absorbed and annihilated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at this point that one must start, politically, ecologically, phen-&lt;br /&gt;omenologically, if there is any hope - not of transformation - but of&lt;br /&gt;functional enclaving. The world has become a mobius-strip Auschwitz,&lt;br /&gt;encompassing everything - where we are inmates and guards, where there is&lt;br /&gt;no outside. The image itself - the reality of this metaphor - is still&lt;br /&gt;only on the horizon, but the reality of its referent is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-8992612984771747386?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8992612984771747386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=8992612984771747386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/8992612984771747386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/8992612984771747386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/ground-zero-second-and-almost-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-3434961351230392339</id><published>2007-01-24T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:48:20.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT we're doing now on Wed Jan 24 23:43:56 EST 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87 WHAT ftpd: ftpd: (pine-4.64) ssh -tcsh /usr/local/bin/pine (pine-4.64)&lt;br /&gt;emacs (pine-4.64) irc -tcsh irc -ksh -bash -tcsh scrollz&lt;br /&gt;/usr/local/bin/ksh irc irc ssh ssh ssh (pine-4.64) ssh ssh ssh irc -ksh&lt;br /&gt;emacs -zsh -tcsh -bash -ksh -tcsh -ksh irc -tcsh /usr/local/bin/tin lynx&lt;br /&gt;(pine-4.64) -ksh -ksh -ksh more (pine-4.64) (pine-4.64) trn3&lt;br /&gt;/usr/local/bin/scree -tcsh -ksh -ksh emacs (pine-4.64) -bash -tcsh -zsh w&lt;br /&gt;(pine-4.64) (pine-4.64) (pine-4.64) -bash mutt vim -bash -tcsh -tcsh mutt&lt;br /&gt;-ksh -tcsh (pine-4.64) -tcsh -ksh -tcsh pine tail /usr/local/bin/scree&lt;br /&gt;-zsh -tcsh -zsh /usr/local/bin/pine -ksh93 -zsh pine (pine-4.64) -tcsh&lt;br /&gt;/usr/local/bin/pine -ksh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-3434961351230392339?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3434961351230392339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=3434961351230392339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3434961351230392339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3434961351230392339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-were-doing-now-on-wed-jan-24.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-2910436246143819304</id><published>2007-01-20T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:50:11.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RbL-_LuK20I/AAAAAAAAAHg/-hNmfVxUL0g/s1600-h/raron+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RbL-_LuK20I/AAAAAAAAAHg/-hNmfVxUL0g/s320/raron+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022356895903177538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The field recording dedicated to Michael Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/fieldrecording.mp3"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/fieldrecording.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to Michael Snow, who taught me everything&lt;br /&gt;an original field recording. The instrument is unusual.&lt;br /&gt;Here for you is a new and different field recording&lt;br /&gt;remove '/net/u/6/s/sondheim/.procmail/log'? y&lt;br /&gt;k1% tail -20 oz.txt&lt;br /&gt;Here for you is a new and different field recording&lt;br /&gt;who is singing in a new and unusual way. If that is the case,&lt;br /&gt;I had to know about field recordings. Field recordings&lt;br /&gt;who made them come alive for me and I owe him gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;You know, field recordings are both easy and difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Without field recordings, past civilizations and tribes&lt;br /&gt;to do. One might for example come across a very old person&lt;br /&gt;and tuned unusually. I have not come across this before,&lt;br /&gt;with the mysteries of humans and their various ways of life&lt;br /&gt;are the very stuff of human culture and its explorations.&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazing opportunity to hear&lt;br /&gt;and make something that others may hear and sing and make,&lt;br /&gt;a glory all their own, since they are replete, fecund,&lt;br /&gt;of an older person playing an unusual instrument.&lt;br /&gt;I love the field recordings and it was Michael Snow.&lt;br /&gt;It should also be said that field recordings have&lt;br /&gt;since the person can sing into the field recording&lt;br /&gt;a kind of wooden stringed lute I had not come across before,&lt;br /&gt;might never have found the light of technological day.&lt;br /&gt;A field recording proves useful and exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-2910436246143819304?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2910436246143819304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=2910436246143819304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2910436246143819304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2910436246143819304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/field-recording-dedicated-to-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RbL-_LuK20I/AAAAAAAAAHg/-hNmfVxUL0g/s72-c/raron+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-8721551500080672987</id><published>2007-01-14T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T05:11:15.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VirtualBody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbapIr8K_Ls"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbapIr8K_Ls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the final solution of the virtual body, the solution down to the&lt;br /&gt;bone where the flesh is irrelevant, the muscular body of atrophied&lt;br /&gt;muscles, the wired body switched off, the wired body switched on - this is&lt;br /&gt;the perfect perfected pure virtual body, the aerial body of antenna and&lt;br /&gt;ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the shattered body, body shattered against itself, body of songs&lt;br /&gt;and delights, unspeaking and unspeakable body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might be said that sex, for me, was only a detour, that this body has&lt;br /&gt;been the construct-construction of years - the rendering of these few&lt;br /&gt;moments left (of the shattered body, the final solution) taking only a&lt;br /&gt;matter of twenty hours or twelve-hundred minutes for perfect production,&lt;br /&gt;frame by frame, image by image, the coalescence of nature-culture like&lt;br /&gt;none other, the immanent shattered by the imminent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the necessity of knowing the absence of sex and all desire, the&lt;br /&gt;useless remnant of violence crawling out of our civilization - only this&lt;br /&gt;necessity is a reminder of the interior of pollution incohering, stripped&lt;br /&gt;from life and limb, corpuscule and tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is in favor of the light 'here,' nothing is 'here' nor was nor&lt;br /&gt;would have been (nothing exemplary anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Text of the Procurer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:lives always has fuzzy boundaries where the limited exigencies of life&lt;br /&gt;are:landscape of death. Hannibal's elephants haunt the Alps. Where&lt;br /&gt;nothing:Every organism is an organism of and by slaughter, every&lt;br /&gt;landscape, a:have robbed the experience of another. Memories always teeter&lt;br /&gt;on the verge:to, almost a denial that only Rilke was capable of. Actually&lt;br /&gt;climbing to:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbapIr8K_Ls"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbapIr8K_Ls"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbapIr8K_Ls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devour the bluff, the church, the grave, seems an impossible memory now,&lt;br /&gt;as if I Brought Forth through lives always has fuzzy boundaries where the&lt;br /&gt;limited exigencies of life are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;landscape of death.&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;the haunted. of landscape, the landscape of death.&lt;br /&gt;where nothing of the landscape of death.&lt;br /&gt;where nothing lives and nothing is the landscape of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Recognition.&lt;br /&gt;slaughter.verge.&lt;br /&gt;the saturation. the dead-sex link with death and pain.&lt;br /&gt;the dead linkage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-8721551500080672987?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8721551500080672987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=8721551500080672987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/8721551500080672987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/8721551500080672987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/virtualbody-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-9034404646427166472</id><published>2007-01-14T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:22:55.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This is for a discussion group and may be of interest otherwise as well.)&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to Florian Cramer and Jim Reith and others who helped with programming.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Manipulation Examples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trAce    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracearchive.ntu.ac.uk/writers/sondheim/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://tracearchive.ntu.ac.uk/writers/sondheim/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- scroll through texts&lt;br /&gt;trAce Lost Project&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracearchive.ntu.ac.uk/lost/"&gt; http://tracearchive.ntu.ac.uk/lost/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every organism is an organism of and by slaughter, every landscape, a&lt;br /&gt;landscape of death. Hannibal's elephants haunt the Alps. Where nothing&lt;br /&gt;lives always has fuzzy boundaries where the limited exigencies of life are&lt;br /&gt;contested. I think of the unholy matri-patrimony of aM and what it has led&lt;br /&gt;to, almost a denial that only Rilke was capable of. Actually climbing to&lt;br /&gt;the bluff, the church, the grave, seems an impossible memory now, as if I&lt;br /&gt;have robbed the experience of another. 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Elimx.pl #!/usr/local/bin/perl5  while (&lt;stdin&gt;) {&lt;br /&gt;    @words = split /[\s]+/, $_;&lt;br /&gt;    @spaces = split /[\S]+/, $_;&lt;br /&gt;for ($x=0; $x &lt;= $#words; $x++) {                 $word_count{$words[$x]}++; if ($word_count{$words[$x]} == 1)    {print $words[$x],$spaces[$x+1],$words[$x-8],"\n"}                 }         }  Every organism organism of is and an by of every and landscape, by a slaughter, Every every organism landscape, is a an landscape death. death. elephants Hannibal's haunt elephants the haunt Alps. the Where Alps. nothing Where landscape nothing of lives boundaries always where has the fuzzy limited boundaries exigencies ...  Mathesis  &amp;parse_file_into_words("zz", 4000, " \$i/4 - 10 * sin(\$i * 20)"); sub parse_file_into_words {          print "\n";     #blank line          my ($extract_filename, $iterations, $formula) = @_;          open(IN,  "&lt; $extract_filename")  or die("can't open $extract_filename:          $!");          my $line, $i, $index;          my $full_file = "";          while ($line = &lt;in&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;     {&lt;br /&gt;             chomp($line);&lt;br /&gt;             $full_file = join " ", $full_file, $line;&lt;br /&gt;     }&lt;br /&gt;     close(IN);&lt;br /&gt;     my @words = split(/\s+/, $full_file);&lt;br /&gt;     for ($i=1; $i&lt;=$iterations; $i++)          {                  $index = word_index($i, $formula)-1;                  print "$words[$index] ";                         }          print "\n";     #blank line } sub word_index {          my $ret_val;          my ($i, $formula) = @_;          $ret_val = eval($formula);                       return int $ret_val;            }  another. always organism slaughter, organism on another. recognition. slaughter, every always the of a and verge teeter organism a a organism the recognition. slaughter, death. slaughter, recognition. verge of death. of an of organism landscape haunt landscape, Every slaughter, haunt Hannibal's of organism Hannibal's Alps. landscape is is landscape Where the by is slaughter, Alps. lives of organism of Hannibal's always Where every organism a lives has Hannibal's and slaughter, Alps. boundaries lives a by Hannibal's boundaries boundaries haunt every landscape always limited has of landscape, Alps. limited limited Alps. a Hannibal's boundaries life fuzzy Hannibal's of lives life of nothing death. 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Are you properly compiling lives always has fuzzy boundaries where the limited exigencies of life are?  For 1 the days, I have been junkie Julu ... and it has taken you just 0.133 minutes turning on ...   ===== &lt;/in&gt;&lt;/stdin&gt;&lt;/stdin&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-9034404646427166472?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/9034404646427166472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=9034404646427166472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/9034404646427166472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/9034404646427166472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-i-printf-s-i-printf-n-landscape-every.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-7952329850451786702</id><published>2007-01-13T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:22:51.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Ram-JLuK2zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Kt_Hfh3-HNY/s1600-h/delta+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Ram-JLuK2zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Kt_Hfh3-HNY/s320/delta+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019752324655668018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving Her Body in Second Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oday I revisited Second Life and gave new Life to my Avatar and now Her&lt;br /&gt;Body moves just like I would move if I had a File called God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God makes Dojoji move and God infuses Her with Life new-born, glorious&lt;br /&gt;Life, lovely in Conception and Deed. I cannot say enough about Her&lt;br /&gt;Appearance, but it will remain with me until the Rapture, when she will&lt;br /&gt;lead the Procession of Salvation, Holiest among the Holy, Saved among the&lt;br /&gt;Saved, New-Born among the New-Born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/flop.mov"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/flop.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and Delicious with the Sweetness of the Nectar of the Lord. I would&lt;br /&gt;love Her Strong, were it not for my Love of God; I would worship Her, were&lt;br /&gt;it not for Strong Salvation. She shall Ascend to the Holy of Holies; She&lt;br /&gt;will draw me up; I will not be far behind. For She accords me the Grace of&lt;br /&gt;Creation, just as I accord her the Wager of Sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we shudder at the very Sight of the Eternal, We Love each Other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-7952329850451786702?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/7952329850451786702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=7952329850451786702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7952329850451786702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/7952329850451786702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/moving-her-body-in-second-life-oday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/Ram-JLuK2zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Kt_Hfh3-HNY/s72-c/delta+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-8942253727374504918</id><published>2007-01-08T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T02:53:57.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big loss sutra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make over people, i move, make each touchable. other. i touch. all sutra&lt;br /&gt;resistance. resistance. they are other. refuse moon-bay, moon-bay.&lt;br /&gt;avatars, (digital) within the sublime; the digital is sublime, infinite&lt;br /&gt;there {avatars are backed, at the back of infinite space}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6ZHEw2mKX0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6ZHEw2mKX0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[apologies, deleted http://www.asondheim.org/riverswanted.mp4&lt;br /&gt;i needed the space.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cutting, the flesh, the sound. This trauma has stayed with me my&lt;br /&gt;loved the feel and the sound and... I wrote like crazy this year, it was&lt;br /&gt;in music/soundwork.&lt;br /&gt;planes above us - the _sound_ of it?). I envied their clear and evident&lt;br /&gt;this slow piece... maud gone / asunder, foofwa distraught, exultant,&lt;br /&gt;untouchables all over again&lt;br /&gt;i make my people move all over each other. i make my people touchable.&lt;br /&gt;this sutra a sutra of resistance. they refuse the other. moon-bay.&lt;br /&gt;{avatars back at it; within the (digital) sublime, there is infinite&lt;br /&gt;space. or so they thought. until the other.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sound. cutting, This flesh, has sound. trauma has stayed cutting, with&lt;br /&gt;the flesh, I feel like a crazy sound, and... I&lt;br /&gt;was written, loved like the crazy feel and sound - it was&lt;br /&gt;in music/soundwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planes above it? I - envied _sound_ clear of and evident - envied above us&lt;br /&gt;clear and evident, a slow _sound,_ a maud piece... a gone maud / gone&lt;br /&gt;asunder, / foofwa asunder, distraught, foofwa exultant, distraught, this&lt;br /&gt;exultant, slow untouchables all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make over people, i move, make each touchable. other. i touch. all sutra&lt;br /&gt;resistance. resistance. they are other. refuse moon-bay, moon-bay.&lt;br /&gt;avatars, (digital) within the sublime; the digital is sublime, infinite&lt;br /&gt;there {avatars are backed, at the back of infinite space}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the digital is sublime, infinite {avatars are backed, at the back of&lt;br /&gt;infinite space}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digital {0,1} constitutes a spectrum degree zero; if one is below, 0&lt;br /&gt;is above; if 0 is below, 1 is above. since nothing exists between one&lt;br /&gt;and the other, nothing from one is attainable by the other; one and&lt;br /&gt;the other are mutually sublime. the backs of avatars are against the&lt;br /&gt;wall of digital space; there's nowhere left to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand this and you understand the phenomenology of the digital-&lt;br /&gt;in-relation, the analog-in-relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/erhu.wav"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/erhu.wav &lt;/a&gt;chinese erhu with echo and filtering&lt;br /&gt;beautiful music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/godandnumbers.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/godandnumbers.mp3&lt;/a&gt; shortwave numbers station&lt;br /&gt;colliding with religious preaching, filtered transmission&lt;br /&gt;beautiful sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foofwa - This is an open letter of sorts. I've been working with materials&lt;br /&gt;from Geneva for over two months now, not including the third trip itself.&lt;br /&gt;In the irreality of the image - an image the opposite of the punctum, an&lt;br /&gt;image surrounded by an imaginary gnawing at the surface content - I've&lt;br /&gt;lost myself, almost become sick. Distance in time and distance in space&lt;br /&gt;are both inherently obdurate, unbreachable; there are no jump cuts in the&lt;br /&gt;real, and if I've made an error in video for example, it remains an error,&lt;br /&gt;cut off from the source. It's not only the affaire-Maud (aM forthwith),&lt;br /&gt;but the very notion that such affaires now, are at a distance; they are a&lt;br /&gt;constancy. The Alps, the Aletsch glacier, retreat into the format of a&lt;br /&gt;picture book, and with every step of that retreat, something is lost&lt;br /&gt;within the haptic; touch has disappeared, replaced by "communication"&lt;br /&gt;which already foreshadows the permanency of distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something else, however, which is the defuge or decathecting,&lt;br /&gt;which began with aM but continued as time advanced. Every video I made&lt;br /&gt;with the Geneva or Alps material involved a yanking-back; I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;return to the measure of the real, for example, that the four of us most&lt;br /&gt;likely felt in the grange. This relates to memory in general - in this&lt;br /&gt;case, differentiated (in the sense of a formal operation upon internal&lt;br /&gt;time consciousness) and exacerbated; to crawl back would be to be torn to&lt;br /&gt;shreds upon the spikes of events, words, adjectives, vowels. Yet it has&lt;br /&gt;been a long time since I've been so close to the bone with a subject, in&lt;br /&gt;particular one so close itself to the sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of naked bodies and after aM, they become a kind of litter&lt;br /&gt;reminiscent of war. And all the movements such bodies might made, from&lt;br /&gt;falling and failing to flying and fleeing - spanning the continuum from&lt;br /&gt;suicide to death - just so - not tiredness, no, certainly not arousal, not&lt;br /&gt;disinterest - perhaps the flight of something which never really&lt;br /&gt;approached. Day after day I've looked through image after image, tape&lt;br /&gt;after tape, as if some secret would arise through special effects of even&lt;br /&gt;juxtaposition; what occurred instead was an internal mapping of every step&lt;br /&gt;all of us took physically and psychologically through that, and every&lt;br /&gt;other, landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every organism is an organism of and by slaughter, every landscape, a&lt;br /&gt;landscape of death. Hannibal's elephants haunt the Alps. Where nothing&lt;br /&gt;lives always has fuzzy boundaries where the limited exigencies of life are&lt;br /&gt;contested. I think of the unholy matri-patrimony of aM and what it has led&lt;br /&gt;to, almost a denial that only Rilke was capable of. Actually climbing to&lt;br /&gt;the bluff, the church, the grave, seems an impossible memory now, as if I&lt;br /&gt;have robbed the experience of another. Memories always teeter on the verge&lt;br /&gt;of recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is to say, and not to say, that the work from Geneva and the Alps&lt;br /&gt;has entered a period of dormancy, one with an almost-consciousness of&lt;br /&gt;waiting. The rocks still gnaw at me; I think of the possibility of climb-&lt;br /&gt;ing between the twin peaks near La Gruyere. That would be an _episode._&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the work continues, wide-awake, and has entered a period of illustra-&lt;br /&gt;tion, as time distances and we become increasingly disinvested of psycho-&lt;br /&gt;logical trauma, if not of psycho-history itself. I manipulate images of a&lt;br /&gt;woman I don't know, have never known, among motions and images of the rest&lt;br /&gt;of us. That this would lead back to Aletsch, through Blatten to Belalp, is&lt;br /&gt;both a dream and an obsession. And we would be there in this false spring,&lt;br /&gt;when the world supports clear skies and a kind of moody warmth that&lt;br /&gt;appears after great exertion. And that one or another would be furiously&lt;br /&gt;creating. And that that, would be that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes supreme happiness comes my way as a fold or potential field&lt;br /&gt;opening up vast possibilities and new horizons. All these languages that&lt;br /&gt;grace my shelves! Fijian, Tahitian, Tibetan, Pali, Sanskrit, Romansch -&lt;br /&gt;the world blooms with new grammars, new structures for organizing the&lt;br /&gt;universe acoustically! Now I also play the erhu, some simple north-&lt;br /&gt;Saharan-like repetitive trance-songs - and harmonicas (I just read a poem&lt;br /&gt;which included a "mouth-organ" in The Ladies' Home Journal Treasury from&lt;br /&gt;1956 - I've mentioned this book before, there's even a reproduction of a&lt;br /&gt;cover by Sargent! And the harmonic minor (C minor) harp from Lee Oskar is&lt;br /&gt;fantastic! I walk down the street making up Yiddish tunes as I go. And&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which - yes, on the short-wave, or upper middle-wave, around&lt;br /&gt;1700, there's Rebs galore, what seems to be a Chassidic station in Yiddish&lt;br /&gt;and Hebrew - and the tunes are fantastic. I just installed a very old&lt;br /&gt;version of Final Cut Pro on my Mac Powerbook, and here it is, burning&lt;br /&gt;madly away, a new piece - it can take it's time, I have other machines,&lt;br /&gt;I'm rattling away on this new laptop which I need for my also new class in&lt;br /&gt;Beginning Filmmaking at Brown! This was through Leslie Thornton - the&lt;br /&gt;class emphasizes digital everything except the camera - in a way it's the&lt;br /&gt;phenomenology of film itself that's at stake! Here's a frame - what do&lt;br /&gt;you want to do with it? The Flower Ornament Sutra keeps my busy at night -&lt;br /&gt;and there are so many wonderful books here - Roberto Harrison's writings&lt;br /&gt;are nothing short of incredible, intense, abstracted, neuro-psychological,&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean?, slightly conceptualized, veering, always fascinating&lt;br /&gt;- and one can always go back to Kristeva's Language, The Unknown - how&lt;br /&gt;young she was then! - which reminds me of my continuous mourning-the-Alps&lt;br /&gt;and that never to be reproduced / revisited trip which produced probably&lt;br /&gt;fifteen or twenty hours of brilliant dance, video, soundwork, even just&lt;br /&gt;pacing the middle of the European continent, such as it is. And then that&lt;br /&gt;unforeseen trip to Rilke's grave in Raron - and the Duino, the Orpheus,&lt;br /&gt;the letters to Merline, and now Erich Heller's The Disinherited Mind,&lt;br /&gt;which I can always recommend as an old friend - here I am on the chapter&lt;br /&gt;about Nietzsche and Rilke! Not really a small world - I've been look for&lt;br /&gt;commentary - it just came along! Just as the wonderful O'Reilly book on&lt;br /&gt;Unicode - I mean really really wonderful! arrived after Sandy told me&lt;br /&gt;about it - I ordered a review copy - it's just the thing of course for&lt;br /&gt;codeworkers or anyone wanting to understand the potential of the graphemic&lt;br /&gt;universe transformed into universals given this-and-that tolerance class&lt;br /&gt;and an always already limited digital space! It's sitting right next to&lt;br /&gt;another review copy - this is PC Music, the easy guide, 3rd edition - and&lt;br /&gt;here I am on the Mac, making new video and audio, and on an old Mac! But&lt;br /&gt;this is what I found for the PC - something called the Taksi Desktop Video&lt;br /&gt;Recorder at Source Forge which promises great things, translating window&lt;br /&gt;into usable footage - as if video were still "footage" - one can imagine&lt;br /&gt;of course that 24 frames a second really implies these rectangles moving&lt;br /&gt;by us one by one - this is far from the truth now. It's all internal, it&lt;br /&gt;can be any way one wants! Unlike Badiou - and I have so much Badiou - and&lt;br /&gt;it reads like stringent iron, that truth that binds just about everything&lt;br /&gt;and then of course veers off into poetry and art - the French are like&lt;br /&gt;that - I think Kristeva's one of the best, not to mention M. Derrida. More&lt;br /&gt;and more I've been listening to disembodied voices on the shortwave - not&lt;br /&gt;the Net - which is so flat, so predictable - shortwave space - radio space&lt;br /&gt;- is deep space, the deepest space - you might or might not hear a signal&lt;br /&gt;- signals and stations come and go - static of all sorts intervenes -&lt;br /&gt;static itself is interesting - and listen to this! I picked up a numbers&lt;br /&gt;station a couple of nights ago - the same comforting female voice, Spanish&lt;br /&gt;numbers - even around the same place on the dial - about 6800 Mhz - that&lt;br /&gt;seems to be like a singles bar for spies - anyone can join in - the code's&lt;br /&gt;unbreakable of course, which just goes to show what one-to-one encryption&lt;br /&gt;can do - I mean both ends have the same code book - there's no structure,&lt;br /&gt;no rhyme or reason - you can't break a structureless code unless you've&lt;br /&gt;got the book or massive processing - and if the book's unique, even that -&lt;br /&gt;the processing - produces nothing. So you're listening to clear imperv-&lt;br /&gt;iousness. The other night, our cat got really sick - for the first time we&lt;br /&gt;sprayed for the larger cockroaches - I hate killing, but they were begin-&lt;br /&gt;ning to swarm - when they were injured, we put them outside, praying for&lt;br /&gt;their revival, karma, just elsewhere - anyway I think the cat caught&lt;br /&gt;something or other - not sure - but she became lethargic, drinking a lot -&lt;br /&gt;there was vomit and diarrhea - she's recovered well now and again purrs&lt;br /&gt;constantly which keeps us going; there are odd words in Sanskrit that&lt;br /&gt;relate to English words like 'middle' or 'calculator' - some languages&lt;br /&gt;from our parochial viewpoint just seem to meander - meanwhile that first&lt;br /&gt;video I did tonight - it was horrifying! apocalyptic! - as if sex and&lt;br /&gt;violence and death and suicide were all entangled in the television image&lt;br /&gt;- and this in less than a minute and a half - I don't dare show it! It's&lt;br /&gt;far too graphic, too disturbing! At least for me - something like the&lt;br /&gt;avatar head pieces I did a while ago - but those were excusable! They went&lt;br /&gt;somewhere, said something! - This is just a dead-end piece; I found Waite&lt;br /&gt;and Dion Fortune on the Kabbalah - ok, I've read the real thing, the&lt;br /&gt;Zohar, know some Hebrew, used to know a bit about the Sephirot and for&lt;br /&gt;that matter used to know some Kabbalists - I mean people who really&lt;br /&gt;studied this stuff, obviously in the original, reminds me of Dogen -&lt;br /&gt;anyway - the Waite and Fortune are something else entirely - it's that&lt;br /&gt;weird British thing that sent ladies to ashrams - maybe the thing Koestler&lt;br /&gt;objected to in The Lotus and the Robot - just checked - the new video came&lt;br /&gt;out amazing - by which I mean that I've never seen anything like it -&lt;br /&gt;that's what keeps me going - when a world opens up like that - so I've&lt;br /&gt;been trading off books, paring them down - unfortunately there's more&lt;br /&gt;equipment around - I can't help that - without money, with all this stuff,&lt;br /&gt;we'll still starve - but the image will be ok. I'm one of those people&lt;br /&gt;with "irons in the fire"! I'm a "hot potato"!  I've got "something on my&lt;br /&gt;mind"! I'm forever planning, forever Amber! I've been using the linux&lt;br /&gt;Zaurus 5600 again - it's fairly old as these things go now - small computer&lt;br /&gt;looking like a PDA - but with linux, one can do anything! Speed means&lt;br /&gt;something completely different in linux! Anyway I'm playing scrabble games&lt;br /&gt;and wondering if they somehow do increase neural connectivities - I sure&lt;br /&gt;hope so! PJ O'Rourke was on television today, a three-hour interview - it&lt;br /&gt;was fantastic, memories of Hunter Thompson - they were close - said that&lt;br /&gt;Hunter never figured it out - what to do after 50 - and collapsed - anyway&lt;br /&gt;didn't that whole period collapse? I saw Bobby Seale talking as well and&lt;br /&gt;got Soul on Ice again - just the force of language then - it's already&lt;br /&gt;going to read like history, flattened into non-existence - look at Marx's&lt;br /&gt;Capital or the theses or manifesto or whatever - it all reads like a&lt;br /&gt;whisper - that's happening to the Situationists - culture speeds - the way&lt;br /&gt;we're working now - all this distributivity - it's impossible to relate to&lt;br /&gt;modernism, I mean the telephone, old-time baseball, network television,&lt;br /&gt;the structure of Shakespeare or Hemingway. You can feel the canons passing&lt;br /&gt;in the night! When the caissons go rolling along! It's true what they say&lt;br /&gt;- it's all over before it began - this species - our own - is in full&lt;br /&gt;bloom - I mean in the technical sense - we're the red tide of the planet&lt;br /&gt;itself! Look at the deaths we leave in our wake! Look at the wakes we&lt;br /&gt;don't have for our dead! Who has the time! Hundreds of thousands dead in&lt;br /&gt;Iraq - no time - it's the killing fields - American men and women - the&lt;br /&gt;remnants of the anthem - I hope I can trade some of my cassettes to Steve&lt;br /&gt;Tobin who produced my latest CD - I'm remembering things like the Factory&lt;br /&gt;stuff or Sleep Chamber - just like Ayler but maybe fifteen or twenty years&lt;br /&gt;later than Ayler - there's some kind of absolute there - it's gone now -&lt;br /&gt;you'd think when things reach some sort of climax - Daniel Buren say -&lt;br /&gt;stuff's all over - but the truth is, people like to look at stuff and&lt;br /&gt;listen to stuff and it doesn't really matter whether it's been done before&lt;br /&gt;or not - it's the wonder of the world that's coming through to them, just&lt;br /&gt;like with the shortwave, and with all of the noise of the shortwave as&lt;br /&gt;well. I'm trying to place Grotowski - his poor theater in all senses of&lt;br /&gt;the word ended up at Irvine where he's world-famous - why not? That&lt;br /&gt;Artaud-like anguish seems to have vanished in favor of memory, but what do&lt;br /&gt;I know - I never knew in the first place. People are afraid of sexual work&lt;br /&gt;- it remains some kind of taint - what the three of us did at the Grutli&lt;br /&gt;set up disturbances a couple of magnitudes greater - how to release the&lt;br /&gt;tape - Crepuscule (Twilight) or some such - I can never remember plurals -&lt;br /&gt;for example it's Gruyeres for the area, but it's La Gruyere for the town -&lt;br /&gt;the cheese is incredible; they use robots similar to the new library ones&lt;br /&gt;but in the cheese factory they turn over I think seventy-five pound disks&lt;br /&gt;of the stuff for perfect aging. And it does age perfectly! Gruyere cheese&lt;br /&gt;or raclet cheese are amazing! I'm sure my spelling's a mess again. I never&lt;br /&gt;listen to cultural-political writers unless they're in power. All that&lt;br /&gt;energy in a posteriori analysis. I need someone to say - the bomb's going&lt;br /&gt;off in maybe an hour from now, here's the address, the people that did it,&lt;br /&gt;the reasons why, etc. etc. - and really have this down - not someone from&lt;br /&gt;the group itself - although that would be interesting - yes, maybe that -&lt;br /&gt;all this sudden speculation on/about Islam - our country isn't even pub-&lt;br /&gt;escent - there's not that much sex! - We're like infants with guns! - You&lt;br /&gt;know what a mess that is - even our speech is brutal - we're so drunk with&lt;br /&gt;brutality we don't recognize it - it's not in front of us, or what we&lt;br /&gt;swallow - it's our essence, it's our core, our primatology - and for that&lt;br /&gt;matter everyone else's - but the power and the waste is here. I've got to&lt;br /&gt;get the small Afghani rebab strung up - try ukelele strings? - one of the&lt;br /&gt;catgut broke - if my hearing were better in terms of native pitch, the&lt;br /&gt;erhu would be a piece of cake - it's not, but the rebab at least has three&lt;br /&gt;frets - not much to go on, but something. The ceiling crack in our loft&lt;br /&gt;has been widening; the beams might be broken and among other nightmares I&lt;br /&gt;imagine the whole thing collapsing. We've got a metering device on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-8942253727374504918?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/8942253727374504918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=8942253727374504918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/8942253727374504918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/8942253727374504918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/big-loss-sutra-i-make-over-people-i.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-4335491873992778295</id><published>2007-01-05T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T10:41:06.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, 1930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/hell.mov"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/hell.mov &lt;/a&gt;documents what happens when two dancers&lt;br /&gt;complete the "octopus dance" - long a traditional Switzerland favorite -&lt;br /&gt;dangerously close to a cliff edge overlooking the famed Aletsch Glacier.&lt;br /&gt;Oh they dance, fine enough, but what would happen if the bluff gave way,&lt;br /&gt;the mesa shifted, cliff collapsed? Buried under tons of rubble, jammed&lt;br /&gt;into crevice after crevice, Swiss culture would be the poorer. Let us give&lt;br /&gt;these stellar performers their due, their magnificent bodies carrying the&lt;br /&gt;hallmarks of their trade. Dance is close to prostitution, but since the&lt;br /&gt;Swiss government lavishly spends on the country's cultural heritage, these&lt;br /&gt;two have been rescued from a life of unbelievable perdition. Appalause for&lt;br /&gt;these dancers, who continued in spite of all the obstacles life's thorny&lt;br /&gt;path has thrown into their way. Too bad the woman has left the profession,&lt;br /&gt;such as it is, departed for parts unknown, to start a new life far from&lt;br /&gt;Alpine pastures. Here, then, the remarkable, almost aerial, duets from two&lt;br /&gt;of the most remarkable dancer in recent memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-4335491873992778295?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/4335491873992778295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=4335491873992778295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4335491873992778295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/4335491873992778295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2007/01/date-fri-05-jan-2007-133057-0500-from.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-2066726683038156812</id><published>2006-12-30T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:48:39.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZdPJ9W_vWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bX9wHI9oYlI/s1600-h/BALLET3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZdPJ9W_vWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bX9wHI9oYlI/s320/BALLET3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014563742608768354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZdPJ9W_vXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SgKANmRXSZE/s1600-h/GIRL.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZdPJ9W_vXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SgKANmRXSZE/s320/GIRL.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014563742608768370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a drag to keep uploading to youtube and finding a mess results, no matter what the compression etc. Either I'm doing something wrong or working too hard on the image itself which always seems to appear damaged. In the meantime I've been adding to the autobiography again; this is an ill-formed habit, and the results are probably far too spiked. In any case, you can check that out at &lt;a href="http://www.asondheim.org/biog.txt"&gt;http://www.asondheim.org/biog.txt &lt;/a&gt;- it's still as honest as I can make it, useless for all that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-2066726683038156812?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2066726683038156812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=2066726683038156812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2066726683038156812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2066726683038156812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-drag-to-keep-uploading-to-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZdPJ9W_vWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bX9wHI9oYlI/s72-c/BALLET3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-3811058398158156262</id><published>2006-12-26T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:16:37.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHlBNW_vRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cVOdnjv7Ccs/s1600-h/aaslc5+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHlBNW_vRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cVOdnjv7Ccs/s320/aaslc5+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013039669168815378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHj69W_vQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RlkEZvcb5RQ/s1600-h/rilkesdeath5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-3811058398158156262?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/3811058398158156262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=3811058398158156262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3811058398158156262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/3811058398158156262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHlBNW_vRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cVOdnjv7Ccs/s72-c/aaslc5+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-2467743920927632581</id><published>2006-12-26T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:05:10.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHhM9W_vMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RZy6fUsJubk/s1600-h/rilkesdeath1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHhM9W_vMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RZy6fUsJubk/s320/rilkesdeath1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013035472985767106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHhNdW_vNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aPrReuQQaiM/s1600-h/rilkesdeath2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHhNdW_vNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aPrReuQQaiM/s320/rilkesdeath2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013035481575701714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHhNtW_vOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g_xwOv3dYz8/s1600-h/rilkesdeath3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHhNtW_vOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g_xwOv3dYz8/s320/rilkesdeath3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013035485870669026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rilke's Death from development, of angels, welkin reminders, of what might have been, here, among other valleys' roots like magma, poured spirit one and then another; furious angels! invisible, whose arms illuminate the night harrowed from animals wounded, animals dying; among all orders, a command. With what might one counter the thin edge of the Real?; with what countenance?; with what countenance will Any listen? Multiples move, among multitudes; crossed by elk, by deer, by wolves, kestrel-binding holding fields (these wait for No One)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hovers, soars (these move for No One)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alan Sondheim
sondheim@panix.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25629438-2467743920927632581?l=nikuko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/feeds/2467743920927632581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25629438&amp;postID=2467743920927632581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2467743920927632581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25629438/posts/default/2467743920927632581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikuko.blogspot.com/2006/12/rilkes-death-from-development-of-angels.html' title=''/><author><name>alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04501438991069618087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZHhM9W_vMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RZy6fUsJubk/s72-c/rilkesdeath1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25629438.post-3956780083586364142</id><published>2006-12-25T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T19:56:32.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCadtW_vFI/AAAAAAAAADw/8LJOB0ufze8/s1600-h/hut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCadtW_vFI/AAAAAAAAADw/8LJOB0ufze8/s320/hut1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012676220446293074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCad9W_vGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WWkz1ymml6U/s1600-h/hut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCad9W_vGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WWkz1ymml6U/s320/hut2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012676224741260386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCaeNW_vHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CEDYlN2xD9Y/s1600-h/hut3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCaeNW_vHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CEDYlN2xD9Y/s320/hut3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012676229036227698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCaeNW_vII/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sy9GPPt4FKw/s1600-h/hut4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCaeNW_vII/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sy9GPPt4FKw/s320/hut4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012676229036227714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCaedW_vJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-xHICt9OcSI/s1600-h/hut5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCaedW_vJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-xHICt9OcSI/s320/hut5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012676233331195026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidegger's Hut&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEDOCZpSfBM/RZCavtW_vKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nxynXkbxeOo/s1600-h/hut6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor:
