zombie cricket: because the flipside of “hauntology” — the residual power of seemingly vanished projects — is the obnoxious material residue of projects that you fondly believe must have vanished (and should have), but still stumble along all around us!
Attention Popular readers and disputants: I have a poll coming on!
It is about music writers and music writing throughout ALL OF TIME! If you wish to make nominations in all or any of the categories the details are here.
(Not posted on Popular per se because needn’t be just about Chart Music — unless YOU THE INDIVIDUAL VOTER wish to push it in that direction!)
Hullo all! For a project I am working on which I shall reveal soon(ish), I would like your wise suggestions in four categories:
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A: music writers all should read (two parts)
B: music writing all should read (two parts)
C: zone of exchange that all should learn from
D: music-related film or documentary all should see
Eventually there will be polls and everything! (Note: this already went up at LJ on Poptimists, so you can also put answers up there if you like. Also read answers. But it has reached that stupid LJ point — 50 replies in — where the thread folds in on itself. Also NOLJies are afeared, I know, and RIGHTLY SO NO DOUBT…
ANYWAY: the four sections above will entail SIX tranches of nomination, as follows… more »
If you have google earth, then paul rademacher’s plug-in will help you visualise the physical scale of this environmental disaster — just type in the locale of your choice as the epicentre
I can’t quite parse Anish Kapoor’s expression here, but some of those other smiles seem a little forced.
via comments at Blood and Treasure. Better views of Kapoor’s Orbit here
Nepalese Maoists: “Long Live Prachandapath“
Distributed processing is great…until it isn’t. Similarly, distributing tasks among independent nodes allows us to scale up easily and to achieve greater reliability. However, these goals are often in conflict. The more cooks you have in the kitchen, the harder it is to maintain consistency between them, and the more critical it is that you get the networking element of the problem right. Strange emergent properties of the system may surprise you, and it seems to be a law that the consumption of drink scales O(log n) with the number of cooks.: from this nice piece by occasional FT pub-fancying commenter Alex the Yorkshire Ranter, likening cookery to computing and vice versa. (The ingredients can be found in the comments thread at this post on Unfogged, but the final salad of all the gags is smart as as it’s funny.)
ok i ett this yesterday: had been swimmin w/dr vick near victoria park, and she was keen to check out the weird village-y bit of victoria park road — it comes across like dulwich village except without a not-as-good-as-it-thinks-it-is minor public school — ftb having tea and cake, and we found a bakery/caff called “loafing” (hoho DYS), and yes, it was the best SR i ever had = a fancy cuisine echo of the foodstuff recollected here!
a piece i’ve often wanted to write has been something about the switch from dourly puritan late-50s stasis (back-to-backs you will never escape) to slippy mid-60s mobility: this — possibly deluded — urgent new sense that you could get a beatle-shaped ticket to ride out of grim-up-north nowhere down into swinging bedsit london (a city which rarely features in the kitchen sink canon: up the junction? the ipcress file?), and, who knows? become whatever you wanted to be…! this 1969 series being a touchstone fragment of whatever you’d want to call the relevant realism, except i can remember nothing whatever of the actual programme, only the pentangle theme music…
(This is a series in which FT contributors read the ghost stories of M. R. James. Hey! It is not going as slowly as some FT series! But er yes, it has taken me quite a time to get round to this one. If you want to read it first — and do, bcz there will be SPOILERS — it can be found here.)
It’s all about the numbers, obviously, so let’s begin there. This is a nicely turned haunted-room tale, with four very excellent aspects to it, and five oddities. Actually it’s a subvariant of the haunted-room tale. The classic would be something like F.Marion Crawford’s “The Upper Berth“, where those who stay overnight in Room 105 on the ship Kamtschatka encounter something pretty grisly, and respond accordingly. This subvarant is probably better termed the “hauntING room tale”, as it’s less a matter of the unsuspecting visitor to the house being at certain times troubled by the room’s occupant, as of the building being at certain times troubled by the room. more »
