ReEno

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Yet another sound piece up: “ReEno,” (MP3, 2.2MB) a collection of tweaked OS startup sounds blended into a 2.5-minute ambient sound comp. Inspiration loosely drawn from the tonal works of Wendy Carlos and Brian Eno. (Eno is said to have composed startup sounds for both Windows and Mac, though I can find no reference to his having composed the Mac chord.)

Update: Thanks, lupuS, for the quick tip. Yes, I found a MeFi thread where kindall mentions jazz guitarist Stanley Jordan composing the startup strum for earlier Macs, which was the basis for the fuller, richer startup chord we all know and love today.

Update: I was in error with this post; it seems that the Mac startup chord was done by Jim Reekes.

By His Stripes

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And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” And some of the bystanders hearing it said, “Behold, he is calling Elijah.” And someone ran and filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on a reed and gave it to him to drink, saying, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to take him down.” And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his last. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, “Truly this man was the Son of God!”

Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all.

Cultic How-To’s

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Sparticus has a quick primer on cult-starting: Part 1, Part 2. Kaanibs and Benevolents should take note.

Speaking of which, my two favorite Filipino cults have a web presence once again: Kaanib.net, your *cough* “Christian community portal” is back, with stories of a festive mood and a wip of fresh spirit. (Never fear that the past is lost, however: Classic Kaanib.net lives on!) The PBMA is back as well, at Rubenian International, complete with a virtual tour of the Promised Land.

Procrastinatory Anticipation

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With only two weeks of class left, and four major projects still due between now and then, you can expect my blogging volume to increase significantly, as the motivation to procrastinate grows by leaps and bounds.

ReGrove

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Another sound piece up: “ReGrove,” a one-minute remix of material digitally extracted from a five-second segment of Laurie Spiegel’s Appalachian Grove (from the OHM Electronic Music compilation). The piece isn’t really music so much as it is ambient noise, and while I’d prefer to have been more tonal in my interpretation, this will have to suffice for a quickly approaching deadline.

(Just as I finished saving this piece last night in the MA Digital Lab, the lights went out all over the block, and I was stuck in a dark building without power for about two hours. A bit freaky, but that didn’t stop me from flopping onto the couch to sleep till sunrise.)

Tonight, a lecture by new media artist Perry Hoberman. (Don’t you just love that reactionary-liberal “Impeach Bush” link?) I’ve previously linked some of my favorite work of his: the “Accept” series, a whimsical set of tongue-in-cheek exhibits about GUIs and OS culture.

I haven’t blogged much because I’ve been busy; and when not busy, the outside has been far too blissful for one to stay cooped up indoors. Sunday afternoon after church was spent atop the park at Federal Hill with Amy, working on my thesis under the trees while she did watercolors. Then, this morning, I skated to school. Lovely. (But thanks for caring, Stephen. ;)

Spring Day

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Today was a wonderful springtime afternoon; with the sun out, the sky blue, a cool breeze blowing, temps hovering around the mid-70’s, and people out by the hundreds to stroll along Inner Harbor. A fine day to rollerblade around the Harbor, Fells Point, and of course, Little Italy, to avidly engage in rampant, expensive consumerism.