Sunday, May 31, 2009

modern zeus

Last night we had a lightning storm and I got up to unplug all our surge protectors from the walls of the apartment. THen I opened the blinds so that I could watch the flashes from bed. THe tree outside lit at various blue angles.
So I got this great idea. A comic set in the 1800's where zeus is unhappy about his lack of importance in collective thought. So he goes and frees Prometheus ( but I prefer the idea that there is some backstory where Prometheus has already been freed, cause there is way too much torture in our literature right now) so anyway he goes to Prometheus and is like "What can I do to get back into the human imagination?" and Prometheus gives him this it is what it is speech about how Zeus treated humanity as lesser beings just because he could and how when humanity managed to forget about him, the were happy about it because he was nothing but a thorn in their side. Prometheus explains that if Zeus really wants worship, then he should do something for humanity that they would enjoy. Zeus says that he doesn't know what humans want and that is why he has come to Prometheus. So somehow they come to the conclusion that Zeus should go and talk to Hermes about it, but only after Zeus has recived a sense of humility.

So Zeus comes to Hermes and is like "Hey Hermes! I need you to give a message to the humans that I want to give them what the want, I want to help." but Hermes kinda laughs because even if Zeus's message had actual substance, he still wouldn't really be able to delivere it.
"You want a message to humanity huh?" Hermes laughs, " Then I suggest you start writing your little thank-you cards now. I can't just deliver one message to humanity, you have been disinterested for a long time. The human population has crawled all over the globe."

Zeus thinks about this problem in reference to his powers and somehow comes up with the telegraph.

I gotta go read the wikipedia article on samuel morris now, but it seems like this would be a fun comic booky alternate history for the human use of electricity.

Friday, May 29, 2009

silent walk

I just went for a walk. There's a church with a large field right across the street. The field is bordered by wild, uncontrolled plants. I glanced at them for a bit. Here are my questions:

How similar are the growths of leaves to waves?

How would I benefit from thinking of growth as a wave?

If the illusion that we all experience is that time is traveling forward, and I was to grok that time is actually moving in reverse ( or atleast be able to switch between perspectives) how would that benefit me? or should I ask "How have I benefitted?"?

Seems like disease is pretty common in wild, uncontrolled plant growth. Is disease on plants maybe like seasoning?

Which plant diseases will give me super-strength and muscle-memory through ingestion?

Wouldn't it be cool if we all had cameras which measured large quantities of distances and such to build vector based sculptured areas which we would then upload to a videogame, decide on a scale and objective filter and play? I saw a beautiful thorny plant and I though how it would be awesome if there was a little balcony right above each thorn and the stalk was an impressive tower.

Feel free to answer in the comments. I'm not holding my breath, but the blog can be like a sketchbook, only different. This includes you future Clyde, you can comment too because your perspective is influenced by a different context.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

loan program

I've decided to try free versing on me blog, so don't be alarmed. It's a creative exercise and it can only be understood by doing it rather than reading it. The premise is that I have evasive thoughts of specific things and adjectives which create this meta association in my mind. By writing them out and allowing myself to let the words that are already on the page affect them > I circumscribe the idea sample that I am trying to capture. I do it all the time with a pen and diagrams, but this is infrequent if not new:


writing an explanation of what I was going to do has made the sensation of the idea coming, recede. Hold on, let me get me coffee and build it back up with internal hype.

The desire to share
the hospitality of the internet
a place for all ideas 
a size which suggests that you are not alone, you just haven't searched the right keywords. Like the sea
NOte: this is not poetry.
If you want that I got it. Unrecognizable at first until you say "wait that is not true" and then I build a clue and it ryhmes
The desire to share like a full three generations of monastic traditions resulting in good beer and a few bright pages full of complex yet accessible knots intended for decoration, but applicable as signal flows for casual information processing > forgiving like day dreams. 
Always building, growth from broken stumps. 

This blog and my books are so soliptic. But it's what I need to write, I try to do nothing, because I'm so satisfied with what I do.  But still, martyrs of peace are in prison and they lack methods of communication with the outside world. Privately tortured. My necessary guilt is that I sometimes channel not the dead, but the trapped. 
and all this consummation of rainbows and possibility waves doesn't seem to have the same level of pragmatism that becoming a lawyer to work for free, or goin to school to be a kind prison warden has in my fantasy. 
Every once in a while I have to say something to that. Sacrifices of good beer, spilt intentionally into the ground.

So again, live free:
Games made of 4k, I don't really know how much time that takes. Or if I could do something that would really communicate > snow.
Flash costs money and Chrissy has tried it out, seems like I would have to learn how to doodle in order to build, all my art is casual. Seems that unfinished digital simulations are so much less forgiving that a partially shaded page. 

So what would I want to communicate if I had the will and expertise to do so in a videogame?

Part of me says that I will never know because my art is a process not a result. Creative feedbacking

But the other part is trying to get somewhere by typing about it and so is willing to just make some assumptions in order to move on. 

At this point I would usually draw a diagram, to demarcate the land of the imaginary. 

That'll work. 
 Exploration of the cute little ideas so that I can show what they are given enough hype. Critical interpretation is the closest thing, but it would be so much better if it breathed. 
The words on the page, in ink> when they got that idiosyncratic hand-writing and that arrogant "I" that I don't have a font for> when your saccade can slosh around the imbalances of diagrams with heavy black outlines and pencil erasures. When you immerse yourself in this while trying to actually manipulate the page into something expressive, something more clear than what existed before >> it moves. It takes you in in such a way that a videogame vilage does before you play, when you are just reading about the game through the eyes of teh developer's hype and all you can think is "this is going to be so cool" because you have a faith that the art gets more and more immersive the smaller they make transistors.  
each page can do that, so when i see someone just look at it and move on, I'm screamin on the inside, "THey're sooo missing out" the magic. 

I can identify frequently, as I flip through my own pages, without time for but one. But I am in the habit of solution and experience religiously examining a page from the past and making  a new one while inspired by it. Around the time that I realize what I meant and when I have to part from what I meant then, and how I think about it now, I can get that immersion in a page from the past. But other people don't do that. 

Steven from Warner Robins knows the feeling though he hasn't told me so. He used to sit in IHOP with his Baseball Encyclopedia and write stuff down. Then he went off and tried to enjoy a solo monastic tradition. And I can see this connection: How lucky were the monks who got to just copy bibles all day and embellish them withy neat little illustrations? Now that is worship. I do the same, but I don't do it with the bible which is nothin but bulldata with enormous quantities of hype.  
It's really awesome, and so low tech. Another great example is how cool it seems when the character in Heathers underlines passages of moby dick.  It can be done with any book, I just prefer my own. 
That would communicate.

But I now feel satisfied. 

Thursday, May 14, 2009

spinal posture

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jukebox mimics

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eight levels

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magnetic sensor

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enhanced purity

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remains stationary

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recording you

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unexpected spikes

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to pass

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the aggregate

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little square

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another psychic

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musical egg

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allows beginning

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rendered obsolete

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hawk when

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new subtleties

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telephone company

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