June, 2009


30
Jun 09

Crazy Idea: Everything Should be a Tree

Attention Tree! by Philipp Klinger (Off to Ville de Québec) on flickr, cc-by-nc-nd

Attention Tree! by Philipp Klinger (Off to Ville de Québec) on flickr, cc-by-nc-nd

That is, every set of information and logic should be organized into a data structure, such as a tree.

I came up with this idea while I was taking a course called Technology and Power, which was basically a philosophy course. We read Heidegger, and I decided that I hated philosophy (we later read some other philosophers who convinced me that I didn’t _actually_ hate philosophy, such as Foucault). But I just kept thinking, “there’s got to be a better way to get these ideas across.” We happened to be working with file structures in a computer science course that I was taking at the time.

As I was reading all of this philosophy, I quickly became skeptical that the authors were descending into poetry and losing track of the logical flow of their arguments. This is something that I do _not_ appreciate. I like poetry and I like logical arguments, but mixing of the two does both a disservice. A statement that sounds profound and important and interesting and just ooey-gooey-delicious is no substitute for a statement that is supported by logic.
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29
Jun 09

The Noisy Clutter of Quiet Emptiness: The First Minute of Conflict in A Da’s Three Monks

This was my mid-term paper for Ehrlich’s FILM42 class in Spring ’09. Embed of the animation below, followed by the paper after the jump (no promises that the video will remain, but the wikipedia page sure isn’t going anywhere).


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28
Jun 09

Anotherku

Sorry for all this;
I’ve been busy all weekend.
This is a cop out.


28
Jun 09

Prideku

Pride is effing great.
Just be sure to bring sunscreen.
Ow. Ow ee oo ow.


27
Jun 09

What My Belt and My Operating System Have In Common

They can never be declared “finished.”

This one time, I was hanging out in #freeculture. I was thinking about installing the latest version of Songbird. I had installed an early version awhile ago, and I remembered it being buggy and lacking key features. So I asked the people of #freeculture, “is Songbird finished?” Someone (I don’t remember who) responded, “software can be finished?”

This is a really cool idea, and it’s one that Free Software embraces. It’s somewhat obvious that software could always be better–more useful features could be added, bugs could be fixed, and compatibility with more pieces of hardware and software could be added. With proprietary software, the people distributing it have the power to declare that it is finished. They can simply refuse to continue to develop it, and because they are the only ones who can legally do so, development stops and evolution of the software ends. With Free Software, even if a group of developers dissolves or a company becomes bankrupt, the public has the freedom to continue to develop and re-distribute the software. Free Software cannot be killed, and it cannot be definitively declared finished.

I made my belt out of duct tape. As with anything else made out of duct tape, it eventually starts to stretch or peel. When that happens, I add more duct tape. At one point, I added strips of white on top of the black for a cool zebra effect. When the space between notches rips and the holes get too big, I just add a couple new layers of duct tape and then cut new notches. If my belt were made out of leather, I wouldn’t be able to easily add or subtract parts without “ruining” it.

My duct tape artwork is significantly different from my ceramic sculpture in this way. When I make a sculpture out of clay, I let it dry, fire it, glaze it, and fire it again, and then it’s done. It has been declared finished, and its form is fixed. I can’t decide later that I want to add parts or take parts away. If the handle breaks off a teapot, any repair work will stand out against the rest of the piece, which is “finished.”

With my duct tape belt (and my other duct tape artwork), the material medium is culturally understood as a tool for repairs, especially quick fixes. Thus, the idea of a construction made entirely of said material is weirdly recursive and cool. Similarly, many members of the Free Software community use the term “hacking” to refer generally to “coding” and sometimes any sort of “working” or “doing.” A common understanding of the noun form, “hack,” is something like “a quick and dirty fix.” A “hack” is the duct tape of coding.

I have the power to adapt and fix and remix my belt–in fact, by the very nature of its construction, it encourages me to do so. The same goes for my operating system, GNU/Linux. This is empowering.


25
Jun 09

Listom.at (Formerly Lyst) Source Now Available

It’s ugly, poorly documented, and without version control. But now it’s free to the world.

Listom.at


24
Jun 09

Yet Another Marathon

I will post at least one thing on this blog every day, for at least the next 7 days.

Whether you like it or not.


10
Jun 09

So I Was Walking Down the Street, Right?

Somone Walking Down the Sidewalk, by iirraa, from flickr

Somone Walking Down the Sidewalk, by iirraa, from flickr


And there was this woman in front of me. Sorta short and probably middle-aged. Suddenly she starts doing this little hobble thing to pick up speed. Anyone who knows me personally knows that I walk aggressively quickly, so I was probably trying to pass her at the time. She tries not to let on, but she’s kind of looking every time we pass a set of windows so she can see how close I am without looking over her shoulders. She’s obviously straining herself to put this awkward little hop in her step so that she can stay in front of me. It’s in a less-than-busy area, but nonetheless we’re passing a couple storefronts per block, and I notice one or two other pedestrians.

At first, I’m sad. I want to say, “relax, lady, I’m not going to hurt you.” But I worry that’ll just scare her more. Or she’ll whip out her pepper spray on me. Literally, I’m afraid that if I address her, she’ll either scream, sprint off, or start putting her free trial self-defense lesson to work.

Then I start getting annoyed. At this point, I’ve slowed my pace just a tiny bit, she’s still struggling, and every time i speed up she speeds up too. I try going further to either of the sidewalk, but she keeps nervously hobbling along and making sure to stay in front of me. I’m offended that she’s read me as a threat. How could I possibly have looked threatening, with my stonewash skinny jeans and bright purple american apparel hoodie (hood down, mind you). I’m incredibly skinny, and kind of pimpley. I was carrying a burger, eating as I walked. Perhaps it was my mohawk (well, more of a “dirty hawk”)? Or just my quick pace? Maybe she’s just had a bad experience, perhaps involving someone who looked something like me? Certainly the fact that I’m male had something to do with it.

Either way, I’m pissed off that this lady has obviously passed some sort of judgement on me, and I really don’t feel like slowing down (again, if you know me personally, you’ve probably noticed this). I still kind of feel bad that she’s scared, and she’s obviously having trouble keeping up the pace, but at the same time, part of me is saying “That’s what you get for accusing me of being a predator. Not my problem you’re being paranoid and judgmental.”

Eventually, she takes a sharp turn to go inside some little liquor store or something.

I’m still not sure what to make of this. I’m still kind of angry at her, but I also feel bad that I scared her. I make a point of not flaunting my masculinity and I try to subvert my male privilege, yet this still happened. Welcome to the city?