It’s me, John…
Some days this feels true.
Now, now. Leave your sister out of this…
This guy gets around. I have seen him in Greenwood, Belltown, Downtown and Capitol Hill. That’s pretty impressive mobility for such a little guy.
The whole gamut of emotions…
Dearest friends often remind us what they think of us. Even from afar…
Nil desperandum, fellow plebes.
So, yesterday I had better luck uploading than I had originally predicted. As a result, the initial offerings of field recordings are now available. I decided not to go with a fancy name, like I have for all the other “products” available in the Sound Design Tools section. Instead, I opted for the boring, yet pointed, nomen “Field Recordings”.
http://www.intelligentmachinery.net/?page_id=1409
Feel free to use and abuse. Now, get out there and make some noise.
I can no longer deny the obvious: I am a giant nerd. This has become an inescapable conclusion since yesterday I began my Harry Potter movie marathon*. Going back and watching the first three movies, I have to say that I do find Michael Gambon to be a better Dumbledore than Richard Harris. I didn’t want to admit it, but it is true.
A few quick notes of projects on the horizon, should this nonsense of being unemployed and potentially homeless resolve itself in a timely manner. First, it is with great pleasure that I announce the unofficial resumption of the Nests of Disorder project. Joseph and I are kicking around some sounds and have, at least momentarily, hit upon the same magic we discovered the first time around. With any luck, the magic will persist, and hopefully I will end up in a place where I can spread my wings a bit and have the room to set up what little gear I have left, so that I can really get back into the swing of noise-making.
The other endeavor currently occupying my time is an expansion of the Sound Design Tools area of the Projects section of the site. I am in the process of uploading six years worth of field recordings. Some of these will be mirrored in SIGHUP’s fantastic Sounds Found project, and some of them are from my personal stash, as-of-yet not shared with the plebs truculenta. I’m not the FLAC fanatic that SIGHUP is, so I will be offering the files in WAV and MP3 format (I hate downloading something that I have to then convert to a usable format). It’s close to 2GB of recordings, so it might be a few days before everything is uploaded and the page is available. I’ll report back when all is available.
In the meantime, caveat emptor, motherfuckers.
* Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve been a giant nerd for as long as I care to remember. This is not even the nerdiest thing I’ve done in the last seven days.
My dear city heard my plaintive caterwauling and rewarded my tantrum with two straight days of chilly, gray, drizzling glory. It has been as near divine as one may expect to find on this mortal coil.
DESTROY pictures!
The first picture is brand new, and another example of the really small, nearly hidden DESTROY tag. The next three are likely older and were discovered in an alley in the Pioneer Square neighborhood of Seattle. The tooth one I’ve seen before, but I don’t think I’ve captured the thermostat or that particular bloated baby. Next is a better representation of the DESTROY Lager graphic. And last, but not least, “From the people who brought you DESTROY: The all new, all different, possibly better 1941™! Order now, supplies are limited!”
I have some other graffiti to post, as well, but I think I want to eat, first.
Until then, etc. etc.
Summer is finally creeping up on Seattle, and I am none too pleased. After listening to the other locals whining and complaining about the protracted Spring, the sun has finally made an indelible appearance, hastening the arrival of my freckle explosion, mild sunburns and a profusion of sweat. The last of these things brings about a multitude of woes, from rank undershirts to outbreaks of unsightly blemishes. Lamentable as all this may be, it skirts around the main issue, which is that I absolutely loathe sweating. Above and beyond any other physical condition, short of waterboarding, sweating makes me surly, argumentative and just plain cranky. The heat and humidity is also an oppressive force that fogs my mental faculties and degrades my already diminishing creative inspiration. Summer, the bane of me.
Among the millions of things I could be doing right now instead of whinging on my blog, is looking for a new job and a new place to live. The former should have already been resolved, but thanks to some cold feet too far up the food chain for me to throttle, that fell through. The latter is equally frustrating and difficult, but has to be resolved before the end of the month. Seemingly both of these things should take precedent over simple pleasures, like venting and trying to get laid. As it turns out, only one of those endeavors happens organically. The other requires more effort than I can muster at this given moment.
Oddly enough, The Dark Knight finally clicked with me night before last. There are still elements that I find worrisome (such as Bruce Wayne performing Batman duties in the middle of the day, sans disguise), but I finally GET why Nolan dispensed with all the fantasy trappings of Batman Begins in lieu of the more realistic setting. Sometimes I’m a tad slow.
I also finally find The Producers funny. Certainly it’s no Blazing Saddles or even Spaceballs, but after a few watches it has grown on me. Initially I wasn’t too impressed, because too much of the humor seemed like it may have been risque in the 60s, but was commonplace today (like the gay director). But some of the other jokes have worn well (like Franz complaining about the way Churchill pronounced “Nazis”).
I have a handful more DESTROY pictures that I captured earlier this week, along with some other interesting graffiti. I’ll try to get those up this weekend. Right now, I’m off to delve into a bit of atmosphere that Joseph has sent me for a possible revival of the Nests of Disorder project.
Auf wiedersehen, baby.