Published on
March 13, 2010 in
research.
I was hunting for heartbeat samples for a notional musique concrète project, and under that rock I discovered a subculture of heart-sound, breath-sound and stomach-sound fetishists1. (This is what I ran into. I wasn’t curious enough to dig deeper.) I suppose intestinal pornography is more intimate than epidermal pornography?
Their interests appear to extend to EKG readouts, so for fictional purposes we can assume that they also extend to EEG’s and FMRI’s. Your hippocampal activity is TURNING ME ON!
1You’ll recall that Frank Zappa was arrested in San Bernardino for producing a pornographic audiotape. (link)
Image CC-BY by Vintage Collective
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Published on
March 11, 2010 in
music.
I sat down just now to pull some images for a review of Werneck – Wretchmond, a recent curatorial conspiracy between Danger Poeira and Yeovillain made of sprung clockwork and quantum-mechanical malfunctions, and I happened upon the image above. The image itself is quotidian, but the description silenced me. It reads:
God, if I speak my love to you in fear of hell, incinerate me in it;
if I speak my love to you in hope of heaven, close it in my face.
But if I speak to you simply because you exist, cease withholding from me your neverending beauty.
—Rabi’a al-Adawiyya
Image CC-BY-NC-SA by benben
EDIT: Benben made his image (of a cable-sprouting server rack) private after I posted this, alas.
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Published on
March 11, 2010 in
stories.
Marcus emptied food scraps into the composter and raised his eyes. “Master,” he asked, “why do we make the soil?”
The old man nodded patiently. “The soil outside is not natural. It is made of the dust and smoke of humanity. Lead, mercury, arsenic: these are the spoor of humanity. To us this is unclean. Making soil is a ritual of devotion in the service of nature.”
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