The old android with whom I am in love.

The decent man who washed my dishes for me and whom I call Friend.
The turbulent road by which I plant my wishes.
The open stream that flows beneath my casket.
The proud holler of a drunken mule sated on soft fallen fruit.
The purloined heart of a passing boy unable to keep his gaze.
The balmy girls alight on the yard's broad plain.
The delicate peal of a distant storm savaging our seedling crops.
The honest croak of a wooden door unopened since the first frost.
The soft brown of your thigh under my hand at the light.

The stoic brine of focus besieged.
The filthy spike with which   I sow these pots in memoriam.
The candid smile that turned my spirit and broke the spell.

The sloppy walk in wet socks across an empty summer deck.

Getting along with the old eMusic Download Manager for Linux

I've been a loyal eMusic customer for about five years, and I've been a non-proprietary OS man in my home for a lot longer than that, so I've dealt with the pain you're feeling, and I'm going to help you through it.

So you just upgraded to the latest Fedora/Debian/Ubuntu/whatever, and you can't get the old eMusic DLM working anymore?  Yeah, that happened to me too, but I fixed it.

If you just upgraded to Fedora 19, my help will be completely trouble-free for you.  Otherwise, you may need to adapt these instructions and possibly the package itself to your OS's needs.  If your OS doesn't use RPM, you should be able to do this with just the tarball that eMusic is still providing, or if they've stopped providing even that, you can install some RPM tools on your system and extract the archive from this RPM I'm providing.

Step 1) Install Firefox and the rpm-build package.  We're going to build an RPM in order to exploit its automatic dependency determination, and subsequently YUM's automatic dependency installation.  And Firefox because the old eMusic DLM only works w/Firefox, afaik.

        # yum install firefox rpm-build

The old DLM only works with Firefox, as far as I know.  I haven't been able to get it to work otherwise.

Step 2) Download the old eMusic Download Manager" in tarball format.  We're going to make an RPM.

        # wget http://www.emusic.com/apps/dlm/emusic_linux_current.tar.gz

Step 3) Create rpmbuild/SPECS and rpmbuild/SOURCES directories in your home directory

        # mkdir -p rpmbuild/{SPECS,SOURCES}

Step 4) Move the emusic_linux_current.tar.gz file into the new SOURCES directory.

        # mv emusic_linux_current.tar.gz rpmbuild/SOURCES

Step 5) Create a file called emusic-dlm.spec in the rpmbuild/SPECS directory with the following content:

%define userid          root
%define groupid         root
%define version         4.1.4
%define rel             4
%define debug_package   %{nil}
%define prefix          /opt/emusic/%{version}

# This should be set to the first two directories from the
# emusic_linux_current.tar.gz tarball, but without the leading slash.
%define archivelead     builds/emusicdlm 

Summary: eMusic Download Manager
Name: emusic-dlm
Version: %{version}
Release: %{rel}
License: Proprietary
Packager: It was All Me!
Group: Commercial
Source: emusic_linux_current.tar.gz
BuildArch: i686
BuildRoot: %{_tmppath}/%{name}-buildroot
AutoReqProv: yes

%description
The download manager for eMusic.  Set your firefox preferences to use
/opt/emusic/4.1.4/emusicdlm as the handler for emusic download files.

%prep

%setup -q -n %{archivelead}

%build

%install
rm -rf ${RPM_BUILD_ROOT}
mkdir -p ${RPM_BUILD_ROOT}/%{prefix}
cd ${RPM_BUILD_DIR}/%{archivelead}
find . | cpio -dumpv ${RPM_BUILD_ROOT}/%{prefix}

%clean
rm -rf ${RPM_BUILD_ROOT}

%files
%defattr(-, %{userid}, %{groupid}, -)
%{prefix}


%post

%postun

%changelog

You should now have the following files below your home directory:

rpmbuild/SPECS/emusic-dlm.spec
rpmbuild/SOURCES/emusic_linux_current.tar.gz

Step 6) Create the RPM using the rpmbuild command:

        # setarch i686 rpmbuild -ba rpmbuild/SPECS/emusic-dlm.spec

You should now have an RPM in the rpmbuild/RPMS/i686 directory called emusic-dlm-4.1.4-4.i686.rpm.

Step 7) Install the RPM and its dependencies using YUM

# yum localinstall rpmbuild/RPMS/i686/emusic-dlm-4.1.4-4.i686.rpm

Step 8) Configure Firefox to use /opt/emusic/4.1.4/emusicdlm for .emx files by opening Firefox and going to this URL, which will plant a cookie in the browser indicating that the DLM has been installed.

Step 9) Click on a download link for a song or album.  When presented with the "0.emx" file, choose "Open with", and browse to /opt/emusic/4.1.4/emusicdlm.  Also be sure to click on "Always do this".

A Homemade Relaxing Tea

I was at a SLOUP event tonight where one of the sponsors had donated some really delicious herbal tea (the sponsor was actually ReTrailer), and as I was sitting here tonight doing homework and wanting to drink some more tea, but also not wanting any more caffeine for the night, so I decided to take my own shot at making tea.  It seems to be a pretty awesome success!

Step 1: Heat up some water
Step 2: Pour the hot water into your mug and add:

• 1 cinnamon stick
• 1/2 tsp of lavender
• 1/4 tsp of ground cardamom

Step 3: Let steep for a minute or two

Step 4: Retrieve the cinnamon and lavender (using a spoon) from the mug

Step 5: Enjoy!

Understanding the self

Journal entry from 2/21/12

Like Dean Young says about Keats's Ode to a Nightengale:

"The self is not a fixed thing, rather a movement:  A collection of arrived-at and abandoned impulses and conflicting conclusions, one X over another." (The Art of Recklessness, pg 54)

But as much as our self wanders throughout the day, we, like Keats being dragged back to his forlorn self, always return to that place where we lay our head on the pillow.  Our routines bind us to an identity and give us an illusion of control in a constantly changing world.

Part of our fear of algorithms finding our patterns is that we cannot, or don't want to, break out of them.  Besides, if we do break out, how long before we fall back in?  Do we converge on an invariant identity, categorizable, well-defined, predictable?  Is it even possible to ever break out?  Breakouts become patterns of their own, part of the overall texture of a pattern.

But behold!  We break free, forth into the darkness or the light, ever-changing world where we try new things, jumping off the dock into green water, skiing through the trees, propelling ourselves into space, falling in love, adapting to change, creating new ideas, new things, new ways of being.  In the big picture, we are unpredictable, and in the microcosm of a moment we are as well.  It is only in the quotidien cycle of waking and sleeping, following our routines, that we are most predictable.

So then the most unpredictable we could be would be to change daily or weekly or cyclic habits.  But who would want to?  It is the cycle that gives us a sense of stability.  The predictability is good, reliable.

Christine Miller

"Death is not a fearful thing, it's living that's treacherous."

That is a quote by Jim Jones that I pulled from the second track of the amazing debut album from Cults, who pulled it from the notorious and profoundly sad Jonestown Death Tape.  I hadn't really thought much about the Jonestown disaster since I was little, when I remember seeing the pictures of the bloated bodies and the purple Flavor Aid in a book about photojournalism.  (Actually, come to think of it, that book introduced me to several major atrocities.)

After discovering the SDSU Jonestown website, "Alternative Considerations of Jonestown and Peoples Temple," I came across this incredibly sad and fascinating story of Christine Miller.  She alone stood in dissent of Jim Jones's horrific scheme, but she was ultimately suppressed by the crowd and possibly murdered by lethal injection.

Read.  Listen.

Apostrophes of possession with proper nouns

http://owl.english.purdue.edu/owl/resource/621/01/

add 's to the singular form of the word (even if it ends in -s):

the owner's car
James's hat (James' hat is also acceptable. For plural, proper nouns that are possessive, use an apostrophe after the 's': "The Eggleses' presentation was good." The Eggleses are a husband and wife consultant team.)

"James' hat" may be acceptable, but it is clearly wrong.  James's name is James, and there is only one of him.  I will grant that the intention of the apostrophe in that phrase is disambiguated by the fact that the word hat is singular.  However, there would be no need to refer to that implication if the writer's use of apostrophes was consistent between singular and plural nouns.

Elegy for Reason

you pantsed me
and then I pantsed you back
you pantsed me and then
I pantsed you back and then
I pantsed your mother
said one little god to the other
and then I pantsed the president
said the little drummer
Pah-rum-pum-pum-pum
I pantsed your brother
said my sister
what does it all mean
what does it all mean
you pantsed a honey bee
you pantsed a honey bee

Art from a Machine

In a recent episode of Radiolab, Jad and Robert sampled some of the more intriguing views of Alan Turing.  One of Turing's most exciting insights was that we humans are essentially just biological machines.  From there, they entertained a brief discussion on whether or not a machine could ever produce a work of art.

To create a work of art, a machine would need to have an understanding of concinnity.  That is the perfect union of all parts of a work of art: its form, its function, its ability to inspire new thoughts, its originality (novelty), etc.  Concinnity is the harmonious involution of all those things that make a piece profoundly beautiful.  But a machine could pass a Turing test and still not be capable of recognizing beauty on any level.  Nor could it necessarily be capable of empathy.

"The highest accomplishment of the human consciousness is the imagination, and the highest accomplishment of the imagination is empathy."  - Dean Young (The Art of Recklessness)

I do agree that we are biological machines, albeit marvelously intricate and wildly capable ones, the likes of which have never been seen before on this or any other known world.  However, simply because a machine can be mistaken for a human in casual conversation does not mean that it is capable of anything more than that very thing.  In fact, Turing concedes as much in his paper "Computing Machinary and Intelligence", which is where he first proposed the test.  The point of the Turing test is to prove that a machine is capable of thought, for that definition of thought given in the paper's introduction.

Now we are at a point in time when we are seeing machines capable of testing that barrier more earnestly each year.  It will soon be broken through, but we will have still only barely scratched the surface of the field of Artificial Intelligence.  I think that when the test is finally passed for the first time, there will be a frenzy of sensationalistic media coverage about "machines that can think," "human exceptionalism," etc.  But that will be a classic misinterpretation of scientific results.  The question that most people who are not AI researchers will be thinking is can we make a machine that behaves like a human being, not can we make a machine that is capable of passing the Turing test.

For me, and I'm sure many, the true test of a machine's ability to behave like a human will be to feel empathy and interpret beauty.  It may be possible that one is a necessary condition for the other.  Those are barriers that I do not think we will live to see breached, although I would be excited to be proven wrong.

Put in that perspective, it seems like being able to build a machine that could hold a convincing conversation should be mere child's play.  A vastly more impressive accomplishment will be building a machine that is capable of works of art, and even more that is capable of building other machines that are capable of works of art, ad infinitum.  Of course, even then it will have been a HUMAN accomplishment.

Exercise as an expression of self-loathing

Like you, or unlike you, I sometimes find myself trudging under the weight of some anxiety, which after some time trenches into an open pool of guilt and irrational self-loathing.  These days when that happens I think of forcing myself to exercise because I don't enjoy exercising just for the sake of it.  So it begins as an act of aggression against a guttering mind, a self-destructive behavior, but in the process it often rekindles the mind and strengthens the body.  Somehow I am actually drawing on the angst to press myself.  It's a little sadistic, but also masochistic.  I am both the dealer and the recipient of pain, pushing myself to run further, faster, longer, proving, disproving.

But isn't that how all exercise is?  And of course who REALLY enjoys exercising just for the sake of it?  Isn't it always this push and pull of sadomasochism?  Somewhere in our minds we're disgusted with who we are becoming, so we use exercise as a weapon against that person, which requires overpowering the body's inclination to remain comfortably at rest.

I suspect that most successful people in this world and throughout history have found motivation in creating distance between themselves and that which they have considered revolting, namely failure in themselves or others.  But in focusing on that failure as a means of inspiration, we're really embracing it.

Some things I've learned about running

1) You don't like doing it? Nobody likes doing it. Just shut up and go.

2) You don't have 30 minutes you can spare? I don't believe you.

3) You really don't have 30 minutes? The President finds time to exercise. So can you.

4) If you get out there 3-4 times in one week, it actually starts sucking less, and after a couple weeks, your body actually starts craving it.

5) Just run until you can't run anymore. You don't have to kill yourself over it, just go. Every time you go you're doing yourself a favor, and next time you'll be able to go further.

6) If you let more than three days pass between runs, you'll regress. See rule #1.

7) Unless you really enjoy running, which I don't, you don't need to run more than about 3 miles at a time to be fit. If you still have some time after that, you should move on to other things, like core strengthening, flexibilty, balance, and power (that's the actual order of my priorities).

Ceviche

Ceviche is one of those dishes that I could never have enjoyed as a Missourian (let alone as a West Virginian) twenty years ago. It is only because of our modern food supply chain that I can purchase fresh cod and fresh octopus at Whole Foods in Brentwood, along with a bag of limes, oranges, lemons, cilantro... It really is breathtaking to think of all the amazing foods we have access to these days.

Here is a story that could only happen in our time. Strolling through Whole Foods yesterday, I thought to myself hey, I want to make some ceviche. So out comes my smart phone and, after a 30-minute discussion about work with a colleague who happened to be wandering through the same place and time, I finally googled "ceviche". Within seconds I was reading a recipe for classic Peruvian ceviche.

I bought 1 lb of fresh cod (of which I actually only used about 3/4), and 1/2 lb of fresh octopus, which I had the fishmonger at Whole Foods clean for me (which was great that she offered, since I have no idea how to clean an octopus). In place of the rocoto chili, I used three large sliced Bird's eye (Thai) chilis. In retrospect, I should've used twice as many. The heat didn't come through very prominently.

Because the limes were actually a little dry, it took me the entire bag of medium-sized organic limes to squeeze out just 3/4s of a cup of juice. So to keep the ratios consistent, I only put in 3 oz of orange juice and 3 oz of lemon juice.

The thinly sliced onion is actually a very important aspect of this recipe, because it provides a crunchiness to the final dish that would otherwise be just a lot of soft, pickled fish.

I let my fish "cook" (technically "denature") in the marinade for nearly 3 hours, which is the maximum amount of time recommended. I served it on some slightly toasted french bread with thin slices of avocado.

Now here is the real ULTIMATE kicker, which I know absolutely must be a prerequisite in Peru, because it is so perfect... I had remembered seeing on an Anthony Bourdain episode that the marinade itself, called the Leche de Tigre (the tiger's milk), is considered the ultimate hangover helper. Plus, I mean just consider what it is. It's just begging to be consumed. I mixed 2 oz of the leche de tigre with 2 oz of Don Cesar Pisco Puro, which is an excellent Peruvian unaged brandy (pisco), over ice, flavored with a bit of cilantro, shaken, strained... YUM! I had to have two.

Clearly the cocktail is not shown above, where I actually ate (a second round, next day) on Crispini crackers with a modest dressing of Sriracha. Coconut water does go well with the dish.

The only changes I would've made to this recipe are perhaps a bit more salt and twice as much heat.

God's Reasons

Why would God create man and then give him free will and say Worship me or Die! If you tell me that he has reasons, then that implies that we could deduce his reasons through logic. But the conclusions are not attractive.

"Ignorance is not bliss. It is unconsciousness and slavery; only intelligence can make us sharers in the shaping of our fates." - Will Durant

Green Programming and Fundies

A few years back I started writing a blog entry about Green Programming, in which I attempted to define a philosophical position that views inefficient code as a moral failure. As a programmer, you are responsible for ensuring that your software runs efficiently, just as you are responsible for recycling your recyclables and conserving water.

It makes me remember that morals are sourced from a given worldview, and what may be considered moral by one person, like recycling, may be considered frivolous by another. For instance I know that some people view the world as a place of temporary existence on the way to an afterlife where everything on the planet is created and declared by their god to be at their disposal with no need to worry about exhaustion. Of course this is despicable to someone who doesn't believe in their god and sees them leaving their trash all over the place and making the world a progressively dirtier and sicker place to live, where ultimately they will effect the end of the human race by making our world too toxic to survive in.

On the other hand, that would be gravy for them, because they look forward to the end of the world. With that in mind, what is it that prevents them from simply destroying the world ASAP? I guess a person would not want to sacrifice their own salvation in order to bring about the apocalypse by destroying the world, since it is already promised to them anyway, and they should in fact endure the trials levied against them in preparation for the End of Days.

Also, and this is really my main point here. . . They should want to enjoy a long life in this place that was given to them by their god, and likewise they should show their god their worthiness by leaving this place as beautiful as they found it. If I build a house with the intention of letting my children live in it, and I promise to take them into my much more glorious house after judging how they live in the house I built for them, I would be more likely to take them into my house if they treated the house they lived in with due care and respect for both the place and each other.

America's Decline

To say that America is not declining is absurd. We're declining in both form and substance. Our government is in a perpetual deadlock of petulant brinkmanship and our level of social and cultural dialogue is embarrassing. This was punctuated for me on Friday in the comments of astronaut Scott Carpenter, who spoke at an event celebrating 50 years since John Glenn's historic flight, saying "There are lots of reasons behind our current predicament, but what it boils down to is the simple fact that when John and I went to work for this country, the United States was recognized around the world as a can-do nation. We have become viewed around the planet as a can't-do nation and I deplore that."

Why have we become this way? I think one of the primary factors is that the increasing complexity of modern society has rendered a large segment of our population feeling out of control and incapable of comprehending the technologies that operate this world. When a person feels out of control, he or she tends to clamp down, back up, reassess the situation, simplify, attempt to regain some semblence of control. In many cases, I believe, this is resulting in hebetude and withdrawal from meaningful social discourse.

This feeling of helplessness in the face of drastic global issues such global warming, economic collapse, serial killers, school shootings, genocide, human trafficking, environmental disasters, war and its atrocities, mass media, the 24-hour news cycle and its instant dissemination of every little hiccup, no matter how petty or grotesque, in excruciating raw detail, is causing people to react on a primal level. We are dealing with social issues that are beyond our understanding. Our primal minds cannot cope with the scale of these issues. We're treating issues that affect the whole of human civilization with a social intelligence that is overwhelmed by the nuances involved. Our primal instincts want to take over.

Precogs exist, but they're not people. . .

They're algorithms.

Pattern recognition algorithms can know things about you before you do. Tracking your daily routine: where you go, what websites you access and when you access them, your purchasing habits, your eating patterns, your social engagements, your work habits, etc., which thankfully are all in disparate and disconnected databases, if they're tracked at all, could be unified and mined to profile your psyche for comparison with other people's habits and mental states so accurately that it could actually provide foresight to actions that you have not yet even considered taking.

The amount of data we store about ourselves - all of which can be considered behavioral data in some way - is so vast that we absolutely depend on pattern recognition algorithms to make sense of it.

Today our algorithms are primarily based on statistics. Numbers can be mathematically analyzed for normality and variance. What other considerations could make pattern recognition algorithms more effective? Like the human brain making a discovery, a prudent algorithm will consider many patterns when learning about behavior. Even pruning data, like the human mind forgets, can be an important factor. How should an algorithm decide when it's time to forget old data, or lessen their priority?

We can even employ several algorithms at once to produce independent results that can then be analyzed by a supervisory meta-algorithm. The work can be farmed out to several different computers, several different databases, as long as this meta-algorithm is orchestrating the work.

Thoughtful Conservatism

Knowledge is a journey, and many bright people tire and quit the journey after they have advanced past provincial jealousies but before recovering their receptiveness from vain and hypocritical liberals. That is what leaves people stranded in thoughtful conservatism. They become so contradictarian, they actually come to oppose their own natural will to empathy, trapped in the role of devil's advocate.

They have thought their way past rudimentary tribalism, but then become frustrated by the fops and skanks found gathering in the intermediate spaces of liberalism. The distastefulness of that scene causes some wise people to turn to another track entirely rather than pushing past to the more difficult but rewarding worldview of order from chaos: systems theory. The interconnectedness. Grey Murkiness. Soft paradoxical forgiveness that is human behavior.

phone tones

This blog entry is written from my phone. The ever-increasing laziness or convenience-provided zeitgeist of modern technology is biting me. Hand grip on my shoulder, tearing the sinews like Beowulf on Grendel. I'm Grendel, that pathetic piece of fuck.

You can make music with your phone. This epiphany is probably an old dim incandescent gnat covered lemon to you, but to me it's an epiphany. I realized this while looking up my sister's number. Dial k-a-t-i-e... K-a-t-i-e... K-a-t-e-i... K-a-t-e-i... Repeat. # is the high note, 1 is the low. I've spent at least 30 minutes improvising on this tune.

I probably shouldn't be blogging from my phone, all formality kerplunked...

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Long ass week

Or long week of ass...

This was the first full week without my closest co-worker, Tom. Tom left the company for to pursue an amazing opportunity for himself and his own company. I'm missing him big time. He was the one person there who was fluent in my language, and I was the one person who was fluent in his. Now it's all on me to teach others our dream. The work has begun.

Also today I found out that one of our most important coaches is leaving the ski team to coach for Vail. I'm of course absolutely happy for him to have such a fun adventure ahead of him, but also... goddamnit, I guess it's time to step up and play a more active role on the team to help fill the tremendous gulf he's leaving behind.

The Art of Recklessness

I've just begun reading Dean Young's recent book on poetry, The Art of Recklessness, and I can already say that I have found a new favorite book. It was by page 15 that I felt my eyes swell and a deep sigh or relief pour out of me as I realized how he had killed me, and how wrong he was. HE being that wretched, wretchedly serious "poet" and creative writing professor at WVU: J.H. In the fall of 1995 that son of a bitch crushed in me the very spirit of imagination and visceral instinct that Dean Young advocates. I remember distinctly his discouragement of my "pure music," as he called it, and his encouragement of more reflective poems that were really submissions, in the truest sense of the word, of what I thought he would like. It's as if he disfigured a child, destroyed an ecosystem, trampled on a cherished gift. He dealt a critical blow to my creativity. Rather than develop and refine my instincts, he instilled a rejection of them, a disdain for my own energy: Self Loathing.

His classroom is a dead zone. He takes eager young poets and converts them into dry, boring pills who write about looking back and studying cloud movements; imagery as exciting as a porch swing or an irrelevant conversation between two idiots watching the sun escape into the horizon while he retards the growth of yet another student. He is the anti-poet.

"Pure music" is actually a fair description of the loosely controlled automatic writing that I was producing at the time. I had been working in that vein since around my senior year of high school when I learned about surrealism and Jung and Breton and Dali. Of course what I was doing was somewhat out of control, as he said, but letting go of myself and unleashing abstract yet structurally coherent phrases was my thing. He should've been helping me refine and mature it. For him to objurgate the entire enterprise was devastating. It made me question my talent. I was already questioning most aspects of my very existence at that point.

I couldn't relate to any of the faculty in that English department. I switched majors the next semester.

Put your dranking pants on!

I've come up with what may be an entirely new family of cocktails!

So, you know that there are families of cocktails, like something/vermouth/bitters... like gin/vermouth/bitters, vodka/vermouth/bitters, whiskey/vermouth/bitters. And then there's... well anyway that's one. I call it a family.

So, here we go:

2 oz Gin
.75 oz Brandy
.25 oz Falernum
.25 oz Liqueur that complements the brandy

It seems like a lot of booze, but this little formula will produce good drinks. The problem is that this is the right balance, imo, but a .25 oz component means that you can't downsize it w/out making it very difficult to measure with normal drink-making tools. Regardless, with some consideration you can come up with numerous combinations of spirits to produce something unique and wonderful. Here are three that I've come up with, in the order that I discovered them:

2 oz Small's Gin (this is an Oregonian gin with strong cardamom notes)
.75 Clear Creek douglas fir eau-de-vie (Clear Creek is from Portland, OR)
.25 Velvet Falernum
.25 Cointreau

Mmmm... The douglas fir e.d.v. is actually treated fairly, I think.

2 oz Small's Gin
.75 Framboise (the brandy, not the beer)
.25 Velvet Falernum
.25 Cherry Heering

Completely different from the first one, but nonetheless fantastic cocktail, if I do say myself, and then finally...

2 oz Martin Miller's Gin
.75 Clear Creek Eau-de-Vie de Pomme
.25 Velvet Falernum
.25 Benedictine

Oh. This one is just gorgeous. Everything is balanced, and that peppery gin just shines like a new hinge.

Notice that every recipe here has at least one thing from Portland, and one thing from France. Huh.

Speaking of hinge... Have you ever noticed that at the beginning of Radiolab, at the end of their introductory sound collage, a woman's voice says "enge N P R." That's right, she doesn't say "and N P R," like you think she should be saying. The sound she makes sounds like - I can only describe it as "enge", because I don't know IPA, or any phonetic alphabets. "enge N P R." God it would be annoying, but it's not... yet. What makes it even more interesting is that an older (?), different version of that sonic mashup also features a female saying it, I think in a different setting, the same way! You can hear it on the "Voices in Your Head" podcast, and others. Maybe she just has a weird way of saying "and".