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Solstice and everything after.

We spent Friday-to-Saturday night awake, Ethan and I and Jennafer the Awesome Housemate and friend Dave, celebrating Solstice. There was cribbage and Futurama and coffee with Bailey’s and whiskey and talking and cheese! Omigod the cheese. I’d bought clochette for the first time (not at that site, locally – but isn’t that a nice photo?), and it was all that with bells on. Other cheeses too, St Marcellin and a Portuguese semi-hard goat cheese marinated in olive oil and herbs.

There was so much cheese that, when we had crepes the next morning, I did not want any cheese with my crepes. I’ll wait for the gasps of horrified wonder to subside.

And then we had a really slow and sleepy day, at the end of which some friends from Virginia showed up and we had pumpkin risotto made by yours truly. I love making risotto. If your ingredients are good (and mine included homemade broth, thank you Mr. Chest Freezer), it’s dead easy and deeply satisfying.

Now, I’m taking a headache break while five people finish up dinner – dolmas (oh yes, hand-rolled) and chicken biryani.

To summarize: I LOVE FOODIES.

Happy Light’s return, everybody.

Morningtime conversation.

“Ha! Thank you, Sherlock:

Everybody is doing it,* and has been for quite a while.

That’s the conclusion of a study of trends in premarital intercourse over the past half-century.”

“All right! That’s why we need science. To tell us things we already knew, in ways we can’t deny.”

*Washington Post link. Login required.

Computer killed the Renaissance man?

Just saw this in Wired: “The Last of a Dying Breed.” The caption is, “What is being lost as technology kills off the Renaissance man? Our souls, perhaps?”

The author-commentator Tony Long sings praises of his friend John, who just passed away (RIP).

John was a dabbler, a sort of Renaissance man, if you will. And you just don’t see a whole lot those around anymore, not in this age of narrowly defined interests. He [had driven a cab, was an artist/painter/sculptor/poet, played guitar and piano, scuba dived, swam competitively, travelled a lot, spoke some languages, was married a bunch].

But he never learned how to use a computer. What’s more, he never had any interest in learning. For John, life existed “out there,” not on a screen. He never owned a cell phone, or any phone, for that matter. Didn’t have a TV. Probably never heard of an iPod. But he was one of the most interesting people I’ve ever known.

I think what made John so interesting, beyond the adventures he had and the great stories he loved to tell, was that there was always momentum to his life. He could make a lot out of a little. His days were full and I’ll wager that, after Viagra came along, his nights were pretty busy, too. He personified the active over the passive.

So, Tony Long isn’t anti-technology, and neither was John, if Viagra came into use.

He was a doer, not a watcher. Which is probably the biggest reason John didn’t care about computers. Yes, they’re efficient and good for business, if business is what you care about. But sitting at a computer when you don’t have to is to be cripplingly passive, even if you’re playing the bloodiest, most maniacal shooter game ever. Sorry, podnah, but that doesn’t make you Billy the Kid. You’re just a couch potato with twitchy fingers.

Er, computers have also changed the nature of our social life, our view of the other side of the world as a bit more accessible, and the kind of information we can get in five minutes’ time to help us pursue our hobbies, whether they be scuba diving, model planes or rock climbing. Networked computing makes things like Burning Man and the Skin project much easier, and allows more people to participate. How’s this killing the Renaissance man?

Society hasn’t changed into a buncha couch potatoes, not any more than it already has been (and I’m talking before TVs, too). Those who want to do, do. And perhaps do more now that they have access to a lot more information.

I’m a bit surprised that this is in Wired. They of all people should know better. Computer != first-person-shooter! Not by anyone’s definition, except, it seems, Tony Long’s.

E-Fest 06

Hello from E-Fest 2006, being held at Brown right now. It’s lunchtime; the first session of papers has passed, as has the first evening of performances (last night, natch). A few thoughts so far. They aren’t intended to be an exhaustive review of the event, just things that occurred to me so far.

The most immediately striking thing, for me (thanks to reading Dr. B et al., and recent women’s issues debacles in the news*) is that, out of the twenty-two official participants, three are women. Three.

Aside from that, however, the event’s pretty interesting thus far. One of the highlights at last night’s performance was Aya Karpinska‘s reading of open.ended. Aya will be the next electronic creative writing fellow in Brown’s Literary Arts MFA program.

Judd Morrissey did a fantastic reading as well, but I can’t find it online; structurally it was similar to his The Jew’s Daughter, which is also a worthwhile read.

Nick Montfort‘s presentation particularly interested me from a pedagogical perspective. He has been working on software that, when overlayed onto a pre-existing piece of interactive fiction (in yesterday’s case, the classic Adventure), allows the user to read the game’s text transformed into different narrative styles. Victorian, for example, peppers setting descriptions etc. with “Reader,”; explicit, when you say “go west,” informs you that you have decided to go west; you have relocated yourself westward; you are now in $otherlocation; you see objects around you. That sort of thing. It seems that, applied to [IF in] other languages, this could be a useful tool for language learning!

Then there’s today. Today’s first session was titled “Memory and Real Time.” It was pretty whirlwind, but one thing that Braxton Soderman was talking about caught my attention: the place of criticism, theory and critical thinking within the increasingly real-time digital culture. (I could be misquoting; will correct later if needed, but this was for me the essence of his talk.)

Briefly: text encoding as literary analysis/research is critical thinking “on the run” (which, for Braxton, was: you get an idea and “run with it”). On the other end of that, the software that eventually shows you a larger picture is also “running”. This feels more real-time than paper writing.

Networked publication of that research, as well as online collaboration (VHL, instant messaging), are also much more real-time than publications in journals and then responses published at a much later date.

Not particularly deep, but a useful snippet for theorizing RolandHT!

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*And speaking of South Dakota’s legislative idiocy, check out the fuck-you message sent by the president of the Oglala Sioux Tribe to the white boys in the state senate there. How much ass does this woman kick?! Needless to say, please donate… or don’t, but we’re not having an abortion debate in the comments, mmkay?

O joyous day! (LIFE, part two)

Welcome, Sylvana Campbell Gruesz, daughter of Colleen and Carl! A big one she is, 9lb 3oz. Born last night by c-section for positioning reasons, mom and baby seem to be doing fine so far. I hope to see them soon, perhaps even today.

Dance the dance with us, baby. We’ve been waiting for you.

(I was thinking of diminuitives to her name last night. Sylvana – Syl – Sylly!)

Happy birthday, Dr. Hofmann.

Today Albert Hofmann, the chemist who first synthesized LSD (and took it, back on Bicycle Day, 1943) turns 100 years old.

I can think of few scientists who changed the Western world as much as he did during the 20th century while managing to create nothing destructive. Thank you for the insight, for the tools, for the kindness and courage, Dr. Hofmann.

Check out this symposium being held in Basel, Switzerland in his honor.

LIFE!

Natalie Fox Covin was born today at 3:50am, weighing 8lbs 7.4oz, safe and sound like her mama. She could not have been born into a more adventurous, kind, loving household. Congratulations, Molly and David!

And welcome, kid. I cannot wait to meet you.

oh. and.

I haven’t known whether to blog about this or not: I’m just on the periphery of this one. But it is affecting my community, and some of my dearest.

Kevin “Frostbyte” McCormick, 29, died last Sunday, it seems from a heart attack. He was a brilliant light artist and an MIT alum. He fostered community, was generous with his time and his energy and his art.

I might have more to say about this later. For now, I am just glad that at this year’s Burning Man festival, I finally got to have a conversation with him after having seen him around for years, and to join in the chorus of appreciation for his light.

Gift.

I’ve received an unexpected gift from a stranger. It totally floored me.

It began innocently, with a blog comment. Joe, you see, wrote this post about the Moscow Cats Theatre performances going on right now in New York.

Omigod, Kuklachev and his cats!!1! I grew up watching them on television. The clown’s art has a special place in Russian hearts: the circus still comes to town, indeed lives permanently in most major cities, and clowns are a huge part of that. The skits are generally mimed, or nearly; it’s all physical comedy, but not all of it is slapstick. They make you think, they tug on your heart strings.

I’m getting all nostalgic here. If you want to know more about Russian clowns, this article in The Moscow Times is a pretty good start.

Anyway, so I react to this effect in a comment to Joe’s post. Go see them if you can!, I wrote, I’d sure be there in a heartbeat if I had the money.

A couple of days later, a letter arrives from Charlottesville. I’m all confused; I was just recently in Charlottesville for the digital tools summit, and don’t remember meeting someone by the name on the return-address stamp. I open it, and out comes a color printout of the poster for the show and another one with the Ticketmaster blurb. And money to cover a ticket.

Well, holy shit.

Ethan and I were so excited about the prospect of going (we can swing another ticket, and no way I was gonna see this without showing him a part of my childhood) that we talked some of my family into going with us. So at the end of December, when my mom flies into New York for New Year’s with my brother-and-family and us, we’ll all be going. The two of us, and my brother, and my sister-in-law, and my nephew (who is going to LOVE this), and my mom, for whom this is possibly more nostalgic than it is for me.

Thank you, Joe. You’ve brought me back some beautiful memories from the old country.

current mood: pretty damn thankful

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