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05:04 am
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Time Gone
Where does the time go? I've been thinking a lot about the nature of time and the virtues and vices of priority.
I'm in Prague, in a huge two-bedroom, four-meter-high flat. Flame and I have started discovering the hip and eccentric as well as the beautiful and historical.
Since last post, we drove all over the south of France with friends, had adventures on low gas at midnight in nowhere, and attended the most precious contemporary art festival in the world (Art Basel).
The best way to know about my goings-on is to read Flame's blog on the Travelers Network: http://travelersnetwork.org/johanna.
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07:20 am
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Leicester Square, London
Here's the last of three posts I mean to write about recent events.
Flame and I are in London! We didn't mean to be-- we should have been in Marseille, France, by now. But such is the price of weather in Philly.
After visiting a half dozen half-price ticket booths near Leicester Square (Leicester Square half-price ticket booth, The half-price ticket booth, The official half-price ticket booth, and The half-official Leicester-price booth, among them), we got some full-price tickets to see Wicked, the Mists of Avalon of Oz.
In celebration Johanna ducked into a steakhouse for a bathroom. I started handing out Travelers Network flyers on the busy Leicester way, which is populated more with flyer-hander-outers than not.
A young man and woman approached. "Wahnt one?", the woman asked, holding out a yellow leaflet.
"Sure, want to trade?" I offered her a flyer.
"No, its for a show, for tonight," the guy said.
"I've already got plans, but I'll take one if you'll take one," I explained.
"Waht? Ewe cahnt be seerias."
"It's a social network for travelers. Here, look."
"Oh! I'm trahvelling next month!" To Argentina and Brazil-- and Iguazu falls-- it turned out. We chatted and she took a flyer, and I got away paper-free.
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12:22 pm
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Going where everyone has gone before!
Want to see the new Star Trek with Flame and I at the Church St. theatre at 10pm tonight? I think a big group would be a fun way to watch!
Get tickets beforehand, tell me, and we'll try to grab a block of seats.
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11:03 pm
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Get Your Own Personal Chef
My beautiful and talented girlfriend, Johanna, wants to cook your dinner!
Johanna was a personal chef in NYC, taught at French cooking school, and has worked in myriad cafes and bakeries. She enjoys combining flavors in inventive ways, and has the best food sense I've ever met.
And she has free time, being underemployed! The deal is you pay $50 an hour, from which she'll buy food, make it, and clean it up. That's for a family-full of people, and other situations are negotiable. The best nights are Tuesday or Wednesday. She's vegetarian, so her experience with meat is limited, but she knows fish.
Reply to me if you're interested and tell your friends!
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10:38 pm
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Writers Anonymous Group
I want writing to be a much bigger part of my life! I'm mainly interested in writing non-fiction: essays, analysis, persuasion, particularly after reading the excellent On Writing Well. But I suppose that the absolute mastery of the English language is found only in traveling all its paths, so I'm forming a...
Writers Anonymous Group!
This was ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) stars_gone_nova's idea, but she's busy and gave me her blessing in starting my own (while reserving the right to start her own later).
Here's what I wrote to a list:
Want to improve your writing style and practice the mechanics and art of writing? Want more people to read and comment on your work?
Join the Writers Anonymous Group!
Writing pieces would generally be 2 - 12 pages, submitted every other week or once a month. The other members in the group will review them, and then we'll meet (on IM or Skype) and discuss the work.
People of all backgrounds and levels of experience are welcome! You can focus on short stories, poetry, journalism, essays, plays; pieces of a long work or different projects every meeting.
If there's interest, we can include readings-on-writing and different challenges to write particular kinds of pieces.
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I'm leaving Boston again soon-- looks like June-- so this will be a distributed support group for people who want to write, meeting online (hence, anonymous). I think it will be really fun, and good incentive and feedback for writing. Let us make words!
So tell me you want to join and start writing!
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12:38 pm
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No Oxford this year!
The development studies department was late with their letters, from the onrush of applicants this year, so they attached it in email: Don't come. Tudo bem! Now I can try applying to grad school the way I tell other people to try-- make correspondence with the people you want to advise you and go wherever they are. But that's a whole year away; it's time for me to make plans for this year!
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01:22 pm
[Link] | I wanted to wait for whatever imminent news from Oxford before posting-- Flame got hers a week ago (not this year)-- but I suspect that my application got shuffled into the later-applicant pool after a snafu with my transcript. So, moving on!
I'm back in Cambridge! It's fascinating to see what's changed in seven short months, what's remained, and what was already history before I left it. But I've gotten back into the rhythm of the land, quickly enough, and the sweet and salty of it is not much different.
I now have a beautiful apartment, Bluehouse. It's on Highland Ave., a ways after it's forgotten its Davis roots, but not far from Porter. The other residents seem really cool, and the whole place-- from stairway to bathroom-- is filled with art.
I have a new cell phone. Ask me for the number.
I am going to Burning Man! I hope to stay with Auto-Sub and help with their preparations! I have a plan for an art installation, if I can get the equipment together!
Outside of A.I. work (which I adore), my big todos for the season include documenting my Brazil experiences, expanding the Travelers Network, authoring an O.C.W. course, writing on work revolutions, developing my Forum Projects, and taking a driving class. And, I'm building a mailing list for virtual seminars-- information in the next post!
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01:59 pm
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Coming Back!
I can barely believe it, but I have ticket to prove it: I'm coming back to Boston! Not for more than six months, but for more than a visit. I'm tired of traveling, I'm in love, and I have jury duty-- it's time to come home.
Anyone know of rooms available for six months? If I get into Oxford, I'll be heading there around September. Otherwise, I'll probably go live in San Francisco for a while, and maybe head there early to prep for Burning Man. I can't wait for the next bite of life!
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08:06 pm
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Busy Being
jrising and www.livejournal.com have been having problems in Brazil-- one or the other hasn't been available for weeks. But I'm alive, and feeling it. A lot has happened! Briefly:
Flame arrived. We flew to Salvador. We got mugged. We got kidnapped. We ate great sushi. We chilled on an island known for its lace, but found no lace. We flew back to Belém. We partied with the World Social Forum. We attended one out of the ten lectures we tried to find. We took over a stall and collected people for my projects. We went to Marajó island and saw many water buffalo. We biked around town, and to a fishing village, ranch, and beach. We bussed for three nights to Campo Grande. We've seen 12 live music performances, eaten at 10 by-the-kilo places, took two warm showers, memorized one poem, and kissed an enumerable number of times.
Our subsequent plans include three days of Pantanal tour, one day of Bonito snorkeling, one day at the Foz do Iguaçu falls, three days of São Paulo, three days of Rio, a plane to Recife for four days of carnaval in Olinda, two days in Fortaleza, and a sad goodbye in Belém.
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09:58 pm
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I think our lifes have just begun.
The beautiful Fire, a friend from Cambridge, is arriving tomorrow morning in Brazil for the World Social Forum! I hope to show her the best of Brazil while we're at it-- four days in Salvador, a week in Belém, and three more days probably on the island of Marajó.
She also nudged me to post pictures from the last forever. So here they are.
São Paulo: (see more)
Brasilia: (see more)
Universo Paralello:
São Luis:
Lensois Maranheses: (see more)
As I get better at understanding Portuguese conversation, I start picking up on funky peculiarities. Like, the Portuguese word for "everyone" is "todo o mundo" ("the whole world"). A little voice in my head always translates it as meaning "even Thailand". "Vamos pra o bar antes de restaurante, e o todo o modo fica feliz." (Let's go to the bar before the restaurant, and the whole world will be happy), and I imagine the Thai all parading through their streets. But there's something beautiful about the phrase. In English, every time we say everyone, we reassert our individuality-- that there are a bunch of us ones for there to be an every of. In essence, we say "I mean all of us here together-- but don't think I'm calling us a group!" The Brazilian, on the other hand, one day meets a visitor from Thailand and thinks "Oh, you're who I've been talking about all along!"
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03:51 pm
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Projects for the World Social Forum
Here are the projects I'm going to collect people for at the World Social Forum! I'll paint the pictures below on either side of a sign to sit next to me, and have the short descriptions translated to Portuguese. And I have plenty more details on both.
You interested in joining? Ideas? Questions? Comments on the designs and descriptions? Tell me!
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Sustainable Travel and Service
I'm looking for people who want to experience South America, help the poor, and live and travel on a sustainable bus.
I have friends involved in BioTour, a traveling sustainability education non-profit. They modified a bus to run on vegetable oil, which they recycle from restaurants. I want to do the same-- plus collect a share of energy from the sun too, as they do.
Half of the bus would be for us, including places to sleep and enjoy ourselves. The other half would have services for poor villages we visit on the way. That could include facilities for basic medical care, internet access, and the opportunity for people to record their stories and be heard.
I also want to just travel around South America in an interesting and fun living arrangement. I think I can make it work for a fraction of the cost of hostel-stays and commercial bus travel.
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Join an Economy of Passion
Do you want to be involved in something great? I have an idea for a way to build a new economic world, run by people's interests instead of money, starting online.
How will it work?
Anyone can propose a new project/business. It could be for-profit, for a particular community, for charity, for art, whatever. People can search through these projects and "sign on" to participate, with whatever time and skills they can provide. The site helps connect people and resources, and supports non-monitary compensation: an economy of time and reputation as well as money.
What are the requirements for projects?
All projects must be sustainable, economically just, and cooperatively organized.
When would it start and how can I help?
Development can start immediately. I need website developers, graphic designers, and business people to find support and spread the word.
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09:47 am
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Another year! Did you think we'd make it?
I'm now in Salvador, the Afro-Brazilian capital of Brazil, after a few wonderful days at the 14,000 soul rave festival Universo Parallelo, after a few harrowing days of trying to get there. With the new year, every resident of Bahia wanted to drain the same ATMs and take the same ferries as me, and I don't want to dwell on the life lost standing in all those lines.
Universo Parallelo was incredible. Endless dancing, creative music, zany art, good beach and sun. And it's a lot more new-agey than I expected, with people meditating on the beach, energy workshops, and lots of tasty veggie food spots. If it's no Burning Man (I can't get anyone here to have a decent intellectual discussion, :(), it's far more than the overgrown child of the Brazilian rave scene.
Last night, I registered for the GRE, which I take in two days. I'm going to apply to Oxford for a masters in Developmental Studies. Wish me luck!
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01:10 pm
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Gift, 2008: Clicks Image Search
Feliz Natal!
Each year, I try to make a gift for the world. Last year it was the Infinite Canvas.
This year, it's the Clicks Image Search.
It's more of a journey than a search. Click the save/thumbs up button on images you like (or are like what you're looking for), and drop/thumbs down the ones that aren't what you want. If you don't see images you want, start with a search.
It develops a model of what you're looking for, and tries to give you more pictures like that.
It's based on tags and a naive Bayes classifier. If you want to see and adjust the model, there's a spot at the bottom. It seems a bit buggy in IE, but it works fine in Firefox.
Try it out, and tell me what you think! http://www.existencia.org/clicks/
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11:19 pm
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Last Night in Porto Alegre (I hope)
I've been waiting for my new bank card for weeks and I'm stir crazy. But I think it will arrive tomorrow, and I'll be off to friends in Brasilia, late Christmas in Rio, huge rave in Bahia, the French in São Luis, and the World Social Forum in Belém.
Hey! The World Social Forum! You should come!
The WSF is the international left's answer to the World Economic Forum, and this year it's in Belém, my old haunt in northern Brazil! It's at the end of January, and you totally have enough time to get a visa, or to just fly to French Guiana and get a temporary visa there! Come on: It's the perfect time to get out of the snow. The list of attending groups and events is dauntingly incredible. If you want help with the details or finding a place to stay, we'll work it out!
Check out the site: http://www.fsm2009amazonia.org.br/
Anyway, this last night in PoA, there was a fairly droopy storm, but it caused a huge electrical outage in my neighborhood. I *love* outages, so I went out into the now-serene night to watch Brazilians.
My apartment is on a big artery, where the street lights still gleamed out of place. Here, people stood outside in hushed circles. I walked three dark blocks to an artist's street, where open doors showed artists talking around candles.
On the next street, a full restaurant bustled with comradery, with people talking loudly in the dim light. I also passed kids, lit by their cellphones in doorways, and the homeless, archetypically taking no notice as they lay on their cardboard.
I returned home and walked up a dark staircase to my door. As I squinted to see if I'd gotten to the right door, someone inside turned on the lights.
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12:09 pm
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New Homepage!
For the past couple weeks, I've been working on a new homepage! I haven't made a general homepage since my MIT page from 2003 (which feels like an eternity, since I haven't updated it since 2004). The goal is to have a depot for the best of my projects and a connecting point between my scattered sites.
The page is still under construction, but I want any comments you have! Check it out. I have 15 more pages I want to add before it's "ready", but each one needs a main graphic, so it takes a while.
Current Mood:  mortar
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01:37 am
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Sermon, December 16: Is Communication Possible?
The Tao that can be named is not the eternal Tao.
The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth.
The named is the mother of ten thousand things.
Ever desireless, one can see the mystery.
Ever desiring, one sees the manifestations.
These two spring from the same source but differ in name; this appears as darkness.
Darkness within darkness.
The gate to all mystery.
- Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching
The greatest strength and the greatest weakness of humankind is our ability to name-- our capacity and propensity to conceptualize the world. From this ability, we conquer the world and know the gods. But it is also the root of injustice, prejudice, and much misery.
We each live in a personal universe. Everything we know comes from personal experiences layered on endless memories, subconscious presumptions, and personally-selective hearing, sight, and feeling. Although we speak the same objective language, every symbol we use is uniquely subjective. The difficulty of communication is not only philosophically significant-- it concretely affects every aspect of our lives.
If pragmatically we know that communication is possible, it's equally clear that most of the world's misery and disputes stem from pervasive failed communication and a lack of understanding. Relationships, business ventures, and movements are made or broken by the effectiveness of their communication. Sweatshop workers and Islamic extremists cannot make themselves heard by the institutions that oppress them. Corporations use misleading communication to direct honest emotions into a money-syphoning spiral. When good communication does happen, as in the work of Amy and Arnold Mindell, apparently intractable race tensions, social status divisions, and relationship dilemmas can melt away.
Following Thomas Nagel, what is it like to be another person? How does the world play upon her senses, and how does the emotional content of objects, situations, and decisions play out? In her political map of the conceptual world, what are the boundaries and border disputes of lust, or work, or family, or sugar, or formal wear? What does it feel like for a minute to pass? Someone wrote that a minute inside another person's head would be wilder than the most intense acid trip, and I believe it.
Kim Krizan presents the quandary in Waking Life:
When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They're just symbols. They're dead. And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable.
The unspeakable is much more common than it appears. In Euclid's geometry, there are two kinds of numbers-- the rational and the irrational. The rational are, by definition, those that can be put in relation to each other: 1, 2, 1/2, A x B, and their kin. We reason and define by putting things in relation. The irrational numbers are all the rest, and they can barely be identified, much less reasoned about.
And all real things are irrational. Reality can never be precisely measured, identified, or put in relation. It is nameless. It is only the abstractions that we create around real things which are rational. By naming the world, we create a parallel universe of things about which we can reason.
In the real world, there are no races, fathers, chairs, crimes, or companies. Any mode of identifying them will fail due to ambiguities in its internal definitions, application to all elements of the class, and application to the same object over time and space. Try it. Language itself is founded in the irrational, and all of our words (mathematical concepts excepting) are ultimately undefinable. The abstractions we make, no matter how sensible, are founded in the unspeakable, so their use necessarily lends itself to misunderstanding.
But language is not the extrapolation of definitions, although that's how we describe it. The political boundaries of our conceptual world are infinitely fine-- a fractal landscape-- as well as fuzzy: they cannot be measured, because they are irrational. The structure of the meaning of words is founded on every level in irrationality.
It is exactly this irrationality that gives language its strength and makes communication possible.
What is said is only the tip of the communication iceberg. In person, we communicate on many levels simultaneously-- through body language, voice tone, and reaction-- but an isomorphic wealth is available in text (though, with more opportunity for miscommunication because there's just less of it). The words we choose represent so much more than what they state.
That deeper communication is registered subconscious level. Cognitively, every word evokes a world of associations. We actually each contain many distinct worlds of names, which interact, exchange, rise, and fall (see "Don't Think of an Elephant"). Every utterance carries with it a reflection of the world from which it was spoken, and the greatest effect of an utterance is to evoke that world within us.
All true communication is subconscious, and consists of this evoking of worlds. While the conscious mind is rational and name-bound, the unconscious mind is at least equally powerful but irrational.
The communications of the subconscious mind are exactly those things that are left unsaid. These are below the consciousness, so we don't think to express them consciously. They nonetheless are expressed, albeit in the form, rather than the content, of our expressions. My favorite book on this is "Training Trances: Multi-Level Communication in Therapy and Training".
Then how do we ensure good communication? Without dismissing the studies of rhetoric, neuro-linguistics, and therapy, all of which are effective ways to improve both conscious and subconscious communication, the most effective way to improve communication is to cultivate a sound subconscious mind. If your deepest believes, presumptions, and world-view are solid, that will be communicated.
In polyscriptivism, we can say that subconscious communication is concerned with communicating gods, rather than facts. Good communication comes from forming good relationships with the gods, so your subconscious has something to communicate. Only that can empower our words with sound meaning.
Life is a mystery, because it too is irrational. No amount of naming will make it any less mysterious. But, by seeking out our personal Tao, we can face that mystery with confidence, and communicate it with hope of a clearer meaning.
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11:36 pm
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Silhouettes in a window frame
Where do the hours go???
I'm long back from volunteering. I just worked there for three days-- it
felt good to help, and it feels good to be back.
As part of a big server move this week, I set up a new photo gallery
and uploaded many never-before-seen pictures. Take a look: http://www.existencia.org/pics. My captions were lost, so ask if you want to know more about any of them.
Also, I'm now on Twitter. It's sort of what I've been looking for-- a personal zephyr class. Follow me: jrising.
Brazilians go crazy for football (soccer). A game in person is supposed to be out-of-the-ball-park intense, but I get a flavor from my apartment: Half the city dresses up and they drive by my apartment building beeping and shouting and thumping their cars with flags and jerseys flying out the windows. And that was before the game. The noise is even worse afterwords. There were so many fireworks today, it sounded like Las Fallas. And every team has songs, all of which go something like...
Oh the team from here is all my lowly life,
And to them, I'd even prostitute my wife.
They wear two or three great hues, their special honour
and to earn their just nickname, The Multi-Color.
The first symbolizes skill at winning and boozing,
the second color: drinking beer and not-losing.
When they win, the sun shines bright and joy overflows,
And they always win, but when they lose, it really blows.
Is it already mid-December?
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12:23 pm
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Current Events, Disaster Relief
Hi, from Itajaí, Santa Catarina, where I'm helping out with a disaster relief effort. First, to catch you up:
Thursday night, I went out with Couchsurfing friends to a party. (The call clubs event nights "parties", and treat them that way.), and it was "Mr. Random's B-Day Party"! For the non-Random among you, I lived in the dorm Random Hall at MIT, and helped organized its last anniversary, which only comes every leap year, which we called "J. Arthur Random's Birthday Party". So I was pleased to finally meat the guy, who is totally blue, and saluted us the whole night from the DJ platform, until he was leaned back against the wall.
Did I tell you I love Porto Alegre clubs? The party was in a long basement room, painted completely black, with red, black, and laser lights. When we arrived, the still-sparse partiers were wearing party hats as unihorns, noses, cat ears, swaying or jumping up and down or duck walking as suited each her own genius, Two girls were making out in one corner while Blur's Boys & Girls played loud.
On the way back, I had my first street robbery! It was super-gentle (tranquilo, one says here) and professional. Two guys walked out from different points of a park across the street and converged on me, ushered me into an alcove, reached in my pockets and took my wallet and my cell phone (but lefy my keys), and then told me to go. The only thing I was sad to lose was the facebook info of the model I danced with at the party. I took another route and got lost, but I found a nice Brazilian couple (or maybe a prostitute and her client-- not sure) who showed me to my street. Good fun.
Anyway, I worked extra this week, so I told my company I deserved a vacation. During the week, storms caused a rash of avalanches and floods, just 10 hours north of me (the next state up), with cities unreachable and 80 000 people out of a home. So I left Friday night to go help.
The relief effort in Itajaí is a lot like the Astrodome, with the most effort going into food and clothing sorting and distribution, and the whole throbbing mess always staying just a step away from total chaos but erring on the side of incompetence, as very few people know what's going on try to direct ever-changing layers of volunteers, who variously over and understep what's expected of them, and "the system" of how things are supposed to be done changes ever 40 minutes. The biggest differences were that it's smaller, because the effort is distributed over several cities (this is just for the 40 000 Itajaíans affected) and the disaster victim's don't live there, and it has more audible spirit, with people cheering and shouting, because it's Brazilian.
I did just about every job. They welcomed me in, tickled that an American would help (I figured it's our fault the storms happened, though). I started with heavy lifting and moving; but archtypically my group had one more people than it needed. I wasn't that one-more-person the first two times the group turned over, but I was the third time. So, I spent the new two hours sorting clothing, and finally getting to handle the funky styles of Brazilian women's dress. A head-volunteer came by to offer more interesting work, at the front desk; I shied away at the language demand, but eventually went down. They didn't need me then, but had use for me in the next step, helping victims by collecting their individual lists of things they needed. It was fun, but eventually a lull in requests went on too long, and I went to help make bags of shit. These are a lot like the Rocky kind, with a big standardized set of food and things people need to have fun-- I think they called them scat-olas. And they had the same kind of assembly line, and the same discussions: "Oh, no, we're out of rice!" "Don't stop, we'll just make the bags without rice. Give them twice as much beans." "Without rice? We can't make the bags without rice!" But after handling all the bags of flour and sugar and whatnot, I was starting to feel like a cake, so I took a break for dinner. I got in a conversation with a head-kitcheneer, and asked if there was work there (and in Brazil, disaster food isn't catered by Aramark, so there's something to believe in. There was, so I helped make sandwiches for a while, and finished the day cleaning, before the kitchen crew offered me a ride back to my hotel.
While we were working, we heard that yet another city was in trouble from the rains that night. The word used that the city was "rising" (subindo), but I think she meant "mountains collapsing on unsuspecting families." Out work is never done.
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12:06 pm
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Guitar Fingerboard Logic
I'm trying to learn the guitar in a way that's compatible with reading standard sheet music. But the notes on the guitar fingerboard seem at first fairly random-- because of the different number of steps between successive notes and between strings, it's tough to predict.
Here's a standard fingerboard diagram, from wikipedia:
But there's another way of looking at it, and every note makes sense:
Edits: corrected score octave, added mysteriously-disappearing notes.
Every note is either on a staff line or a staff-middle. This diagram is for a guitar in standard tuning (E-A-D-G-B-E), against a staff in C major. Changes in the tuning move a guitar string up or down; sharps and flats in the staff move its lines up and down.
The guitar strings aren't evenly spaced, because there are only four half steps between the G and B strings. The staff lines aren't evenly spaced, because there are different numbers of half steps between them. The one thing that is evenly spaced here is the one thing that's not on a guitar: the frets. That's because what's non-linear in space is linear in what we hear. All music is on a log scale, but so are our ears (like all our senses), so it cancels out.
I've called out the C's in purple for convenience. Also, I show the notes on the frets, instead of between them where you hold the string.
Note: this, along with all my posted material, is Creative Commons.
Current Mood:  shades
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05:39 pm
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Wildlife in Pictures
I still need to write a post about life, which has been full of reflection recently. Suffice it for now that I'm working a lot; I'm inspired that my moon sign is Taurus and my ascendant sign is Leo; I love LiveMocha; I miss my friends; I'm considering going back to school in Geopolitics; and I'm the captivated owner of a beautiful new all-wire-strung black acoustic guitar.
Some nights, loud (street-cleaning?) trucks move past my window, with an airy whine that sounds exactly like snow trucks in Boston, on a quite night after a deep snow. Saudade. I hear Boston got its first snow! How's winter?
Here are a few pieces in pictures of my life in Porto Alegre.
Last weekend was the 12a Parada Gay Livre Porto Alegre. I'm sorry these are so far away; you can only see the aggregate energy and festivity (but click on the thumbnails for more!). I partied in the parade before this point, but there was no room for pictures.
The Leading Edge |
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Down the Avenue |
( More Parada Gay Livre Porto Alegre )
Also that weekend, I went to the 780 hectare Zôo of Rio Grande do Sul. A lot of the enclosures were impressively big and pleasant-looking: the chimpanzees and the gorillas had big islands far from their viewers, and half the other mammals had huge fields to themselves. Most were the same animals you see in every zoo, though.
Tigres |
Chimp Island |
Rinocerontes |
( More Parque Zoológico do Rio Grande do Sul )
And yesterday I saw a play reminiscent of i Sebastiani's ICOD shows: it was about all the loves of the main character's life, and she had a different kind of kinky sex (hippie sex, which requires shouting out lines from Marx; ritualistic mystic sex; Santa Claus sex) about every five
minutes. It felt weird being on that side of the stage.
Early Years |
Hippie Years |
Mystic Sex |
Sexy-Magician's Wife |
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