acadmic writing

“New paradigms of the responding self, capable of exemplifying the dialogic relation that structures the meaning space deliminated by the biblical canon, spring up along this trajectory of interpretation.” (Riccoeur, “The Summoned Subject in the School of the Narratives of the Prophetic Vocation.” In Figuring the Scared: Religion, Narration and Imagination. p 267)

The debate:

Is academic writing bullshit or horseshit?

While heretofore the traditional cry of the beleagured student, representing an esprit de corps as much as a remonstrance against obfuscated elusitivty, has been to invoke bovine post-gustatory effluent, it is encumbent upon scholars to examine the lexical baggage surrounding this phraseology and unpack possible biases. For instance, exegesis of the prefix unearths an allusivity to masculinormative beastomorphism, clearly substantiating latent gender issues in the academy, a constituent of occidental scholastic heritage. This, conforming to the mysogonist preposition that congizance is a masculine endeavor. Contrast this now to the symbolic grid envoked via refrences to enquine imagery. The social gendered meaning space deliminated the academic tradition remains undiscerned, masking a recalcitrant responce to gynoschoalistisim or evoking the semiotics of tolerance? Given the subjectivity of differentiating the two prepositions and to avoid “looking a gift horse in the mouth,” the communal recitation is quasi-mandated to equimorphise. That is, academic writing is horseshit.

what about academic music?

ah yes. What about academic music? My music is heavily academically influenced. this is my second round of music school. i read acadademic books about music. i talk to professors. i create stuff that is respected in academic settings (more or less), but doesn’t have much of an outside audience. Just like the essays of the guy I quote at the top of this post. Academics like him. they know the lineage of his teachers and can recognize his influences. The read him and think about him and incorporate his ideas into their own writings. just like music.
well, ok, so is my music horseshit? Some people like it (mostly academics and other composers). But some people also like academic writing (mostly academics). So horseshit is in the eye of the beholder, I guess. Or, maybe pretension is always horshit?
Morton feldman just wrote things as he wanted to. He didn’t have a system. He wrote notes down on paper and people played them. No manifestos. No pronouncements on “invoking temoporal space.” Just notes on paper.
I think music is nifty, but it’s not like finding a cure for cancer or something. It’s entertainment. People ultimately listen or don’t listen based on how they like the sounds, not because of over-intellectulazised program notes. music is nifty. “nifty.” not “secular quasi spiritual pathos.”

Learning things

Last semester, I learned to tie my shoelaces so that they don’t come untied. This semester, I think I’ll learn about how to do bow markings, so string players can figure out how to play notes I write. Maybe next semester, I’ll learn some social skills. I need to concentrate on the usefulness of bowmarkings, or i’ll never do my reading again.

blogosphere

http://www.blogpulse.com/ does automated trend discovery in blogs. This means if a new phrase starts popping up in people’s blogs, it will note it and provide links to the indexed blogs. So if you look at yeasterday, for eaxmple, you see a lot of variations on valentines day.

What’s interresting, to me, is looking at terms related to gay marriage, which have popped up recently for obvious reasons. Every blog that they found that is talking about gay marriage is on the pro side. this means that either homophobes aren’t smart enough to figure out how to blog (likely, but unfortunate, since they seem to be able to manage voting machines), or that the people who care about this enough to post about it are all pro. This means, that while the country may be split on the issue, those who really care about it (at least among the digerati) are pro. If this can be extrapolated to the general public, if Bush gets behind the evil anti amdendment, no antis will care about it enough for it to make up for his previous crimes, but pros will hate him for it, if they didn’t already.

It is with mixed emotions that I look at all this stuff going on. I’m still pro gay marriage, of course. I’m also pro gay divorce. If we can go to Canada an enter into the bounds of holy matrimony, then it would be nice if there was a way to get out of it too. You know, should it become necessary. bleah.

Hangover Music

Yes, I am sitting alone on a saturday night, on my computer. What’s more, it’s valentines day. I woke this morning with a wicked hangover, after really not having consumed that much alchohol. Or maybe it wasn’t that bad, but it took me a dern long time to shake it. Deborah suggests that I didn’t drink enough water.

Anyway, I woke up with the idea that if I made more accessible music, I would be more able to impress chicks. My noise music is not working for me in this regard. I know I used to have a techno-dance generator that was somehwat finished, but it was for MAX/MSP for os9. SO why not do a dance thingee in supercollider? This is why not. I’m never going to get chicks with music. In fact, I may have to lie and tell them I do something else. It might be better to pretend to be an English major or something.
I did nothing productive today

truths

  1. Ice might sounds neat when it breaks, but slipping and falling on it while drunk (or presumably, while sober too) sucks. ice sucks.
  2. Everything Tom says about Connectucut and CT women is true. Tom is Connecticut.
  3. Email is as at least as untrustworthy as the telephone
  4. Hangovers suck

Xena is locked in India House and no human is there to let her out. I want Xena to come home.

I left my heart in San Francisco

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2004/02/12/GAYMARRIAGE.TMP Lesbian couple legally wed.

when I was a youth, before I was out, I checked all the books on being a lesbian out of the Cupertino library and I know I’ve read a bunch of stuff that Del Martin wrote. I think. She wrote a bunch of stuff about how homosexuality should be removed from the DSM, or whatever that book is that lists all the psychiatric diseases that people can have. the first ideas that I had about what it meant to be a lesbian were from reading what she wrote.

Some of my day

Went to the best colloquium of my time at Wesleyan. Korean drummers came and performed. Some of their stuff sounded a lot like house music. It was also at club-type volume. As loud as the Polo Club, for example. Some grad students complained later about the volume and talked about hearing loss. What about people who go dancing? do tey all go deaf? I quit wearing my earplugs because i am a slave to fashion. maybe i should start again. Anyway, the drumming was awesome. it made me want to dance.
then, later, I went to India House where there was an impromptu party, celebrating the coolness of the Colloquium, I guess, and acting as a wake for Leroy (Angela’s gerbil) and for Nick Hawkins’ relationship with his ex, too I guess. Most of the department came.
Leroy died early this morning of respitory failure stemming from a short illness. A funeral is planned for some time tomorrow, when he will be interned in the Connecticut river.
We toasted him several times and talked about other ways to honor his remains. Tom suggest a funeral pire in the middle of the street, or , failing that, in a parking lot. Several people suggested that instead of dropping him off a bridge into the river, we should put him in a boat and set it on fire, like a Viking funeral. I wanted to have a mourning procession down the street where we carried his remains and maybe played some instruments, but Andrew insisted that we would all be arrested. (Which, really, would just be a cool thing to put in a bio or mention in an interview, since we’re all planning on being famous.)
We are however, unrealted to Leroy (god rest his soul), starting a Drone Music Marching Band, which we will call the Drone Core and will have a Drone Major. I will be playing tuba. I knew there was a reason I dragged my sousaphone to CT. Of course, it’s really leaky, so it’s going to need a lot of gaffing tape on it before it’s up to playing a drone. I’m going to drag it to the electronic music studio and start repairs very soon.
the question has always been how to get new audiences to come to concerts. we’ll bring the music to them by playing in the student center at lunchtime!
feel excited about this. also have fun plans in store for my b-day. happy happy joy joy

terrorist!

Apparently, the white house only offers audio archives of radio addresses delivered in the last year. (This one is very instructive: http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2003/02/20030208.html. what we without a shadow of adoubt know, or rather, maybe didn’t know so well.) This gives me less material than I had wanted, since I was going to mine all the radio addresses since Sept 2001. I was thinking of writing to the whitehouse and asking them to send me a CD of the old addresses. I was trying to figure out how to phrase this so that they wouldn’t figure out that i had artistic designs on the material or am registered Green. Also, since the web archives are all in Real format, I’ve been capturing them with Audio Hijack, which is time consuming and has the low quality associated with Real streams. But now I’ve got all the available radio addresses that mention “terrorist” or “terrorism” (but not just “terror”) and it’s 930 Mb of data. That’s way more than a CD will hold and CDs are 74 minutes. Maybe I’ll just work with what I have. ANyway, the low-fi could be nice.

not so shy

my shrink points out that people are normally shy approaching strangers and doesn’t seem to think that there’s anything wrong with me. I think she’s going to cut me off soon. then i’ll have to go back to whining to my friends.

acoustic awesomeness

but i did pay a compliment to a stranger today. I saw Mark Dresser play this evening and told him that his was the best bass playing that I’d ever heard. It was completely awesome. He’s got a pickup behind the neck, fingerboard sort of part of the bass, you know that thingee that people press the strings against to play notes… (go music shcool terminology!) So it pickups both the note he’s playing and the anti-note of the string left over. and he was doing this super cool finger buzz thing, where he intentionally didn’t press the string hard enough and it made this great buzzing sound. His string tunings were toally wild. He started writing the piece by coming up with the tunings. Then he wrote themes in those tunings. then he played the score by improvising on those themes. I’m not sure whether he just ordered them in real time or played variations on them. When I grow up, I wanna play standup bass. this very morning, when Alvin‘s composition seminar was waffling about what ensemble we’ll write for, Alvin threatened us, saying he would make us all write for solo bass. I think I’d be fine with that. If we get a string quartet,, I think I’ll write a bass feature.
bass = good
and speaking of Alvin’s class, we had a pianist come in to talk about John Cage’s Music of Changes and play it. He played the third and the fourth books. Alas, his name is escaping me, but he is an excellent pianist. and I was thinking, as I was listening to it, about what made the piece what it was. Every moment in it is beautiful. It’s a lovely piece filled with lovely and discreete (meaning totally seperated) events, which somehow blends togther into monotony. (i’m going to be burned at the stake like Joan of Arc by the music department. It’s bad enough that I like Phillip Glass’ new stuff.)
I read this book once about cartoon theory, which I can’t remeber the name of or the writer, but it’s pretty influential so far as comic books about the theory of comics go. and in it, they talk about using a lot of colors. Usisng a lot of red, for example, makes a bold statement. Or a lot of blue. Or a lot of yellow. or green. or whatever. But if you start using all of the bright colors, it starts to blend together somehow into grey. Or if you play too many frequencies at the same time, instead of getting the groovy complexness, it sounds like white noise. so what I think happens with Music of Changes is that you have to stay very much right in the present to enjoy it, because it is what it is while it’s going on. Every moment is pointalistic and lovely. and i think if i try to perceive it in any way but on a moment-by-moment or event-by-event way, it’s too complicated rfor my little brain and gets white-noisy.
However, the moments in it are so darn wonderful. I thinking of writing a program to generate some brass stuff based on the approximate algorythm that Cage used. But I think his timings are very virtuosically complex and are perhaps overburdening the player, so I want to combine the results with a performance algorthm invented by the total complexity guy. He wrote some pieces in the 60’s that players could play at the same time, but not togther, so as to create complex textures but still be fun to play. Music of Changes is an amalgamation of 8 parts, with incredibly complicatred timing. In fact, the timing is integral to the structure of the piece. My poorly conceived knock-off would have N parts, but be much freer on the timing. because it would be neat to have something with so many beautious moments that doesn’t take months to learn. and I want to write a brass ensemble piece, possibly as the second movement to my symphonic thingee