Archives for the month of: May, 2008

I was looking for a way to print one of my photographs really big and hang it in the living room. I ended up ordering from ImageKind and I am very happy. It looks something like this.

It’s big: 48 by 32 inches. The frame is of black wood. (ImageKind lets you choose from hundreds of frame styles and zillions of mat combinations. The coolest part is that if your piece is an odd size, for example 3 inches high and 4 feet long, no problem!–the framing configurator works just the same.) It looks awesome on our wall, and the price was reasonable. I’ve now put up a whole gallery of my work so that other people can get the same thrill I just got today. (You don’t have to buy my images, but now that you can, why on Earth would you not?)

Update, 8 June 2008: here’s what it looks like in the living room.

If you rather relish the puzzlement of not knowing, for sure, if you’re asking the right questions, you are a philosopher at heart, whatever your training.

Daniel Dennett, McGill University Commencement Address [pdf link], May 28, 2007

I got the craziest ever birthday present today, in the mail, from my niece in California. It’s a Playmobil Security Check-In set. One might not have believed that such a thing exists, but there it is on top of the dresser. (Click to enlarge.)

[This was written when the "pope" was visiting the "president." I wasn't sure how to finish it. Now I'm just going to post it, because, as a famous philosopher once said, "Oh, what the hell."]

Can any news possibly be less interesting than one evil old man visiting another and lying to us about what the whole thing means? The event would become news only if news-people reported it factually rather than as a clueless and relentless spiel of rote clichés. That would be news. But they do not know how, or they do not want to, or they do not dare. Such is the unspoken, unnoticed, insidious power behind this throroughly fake event. You will speak of this meeting, they are told–no, they know without being told, in the manner that such meetings are allowed to be described, and no other. You will treat us and our doings with unconditional respect, deference, and obedience. For an air of extra authenticity, speak as if you are personally awed by both our Presences, and bravely choose to moderate your adoration to the tones proper to a true journalist. Oh you can be a devout believer and tell the public the truth also. This is the truth–these feelings you have. It’s truer than the regular, newspaper kind of truth, deeper and healthier and longer-lasting and more beautiful. We could–you could do without newspapers, but not without faith. Without faith–without us, you are nothing. We hold the entire key to the sense of your life, to the drama without which it has no meaning, the salt without which it has no savor.

For the “pope” to visit with the “president” means nothing. No, it means less than nothing; it erodes meaning rather than deepening it.

Who is this “pope” who is visiting? A figurehead travels around the world from his palace to visit other figureheads. It makes sense that a man with so much misery to answer for would cross the Atlantic to make a show of solidarity with another man just as evil–that makes sense in a social way, in a “the enemy of my friend is my friend” kind of way. Again, this does not qualify as news. When gangs meet to decide which other gangs to murder next, that is not news. That’s the same as every day, nothing has changed, evil people are still evil. Fuck them. I don’t want to hear about them and their despicable games. That shit sticks to you and affects your mind. When they are picked up and put in jail so that we ordinary people don’t have to be afraid of them anymore, that will be news. Don’t tell me about murderers continuing to murder unless you’re also going to do something about it. I don’t want them to be an the news. They don’t deserve to be famous. They deserve to be utterly unknown and impotent. Don’t let them get a “name,” that’s all they have. Without their notoriety they are nothing, they are slime we can step over so we don’t ruin our Vans. They are nothing. If people could see how small and shriveled and sick they are inside, their best friends would puke.

Oh, yes, I’m talking about you, Mr. “President,” Mr. “Vice-President,” and Ms. “Secretary of State.” May you burn in hell.

And you too, Joseph Alois Ratzinger. Of course, you’re familiar with the “scripture.” You would know just how certain and terrible is your fiery fate, if you believed any of it for a second.

I have to stop ranting and get back to the present point. Who or what is this “pope” who visited the “president”? When the Times reports on the activities of the “pope,” what does this noun refer to?

It’s not the guy–Joe Ratzinger. We don’t know anything about him–what makes him laugh, his family ties and troubles, whether he’d rather look at Cosmo or Playguy. He has been long since erased from the public eye. But that is who is riding in the “pope-mobile.” That’s him: Joe Ratzinger. You can change the name and the clothes and the job description, but you can’t change a person very much.

That’s not who the Times covers. They do not cover Ratso. They are complicit in the Ratso cover-up. To them Ratso is not interesting, Ratso is not news; and I agree with them on this. But at least Ratso exists. This “Benedict” thing is a construct, a figurehead, a cover, a lie from beginning to end. “Benedict” is no more real, or newsworthy, than Aunt Jemima.

There is someone, or something, the press is not covering. There is a man, who lives in a place, who has a job. It’s an important job, in the sense that it seriously affects many other human beings. The guy has a lot of power, and he uses it to benefit his organization, his buddies and colleagues, as opposed to the billions of members who faithfully pay their salaries. This is not even controversial. This is a matter of pure fact to anyone who won’t play the game of Don’t Dare Think That. This man is as evil as they come. And he is real. But he does not appear in the New York Times, just as the real President of the United States does not. The two proud papier-mâché figures appear, who do nothing, mean nothing, and are nothing. They are much safer to write about. You can’t get in much trouble with the real pope or president if you stick to writing about the fake pope and president.

The Field (screen capture from the video)

While swinging through Brooklyn on their U.S. tour last summer, electro-punks !!! and Swedish electronic artist The Field stopped at Brooklyn’s Treefort Studios to treat Pitchfork.tv to a private session.

Shown here is a screen capture from the end of the video, as The Field (Axel Willner) leans back from his rig with a look of sweet satisfaction. Watch the video.

Download the mix (MP3 format, 91 MB)

This mix is intended to be inspirational. More than inspirational–it should be electrifying. It should help you change your life. Every segue kicks the tempo up a little, from the woodsy lento of F.S. Blumm’s neo-folk to the electric presto of Scriptti Politti’s shiny neo-thrash. (There is an interesting detour when the UMCs abruptly downshift from 116 to 95, before Tears For Fears’s marimbas yank us right up to 127.)

I made this mix back in 2006 and just rediscovered it today. I think it is very strong.

[0:00] 1. Nie by F.S. Blumm

[3:40] 2. Sometimes, you can’t decide by The Remote Viewer

[7:03] 3. You don’t by Tricky

[11:42] 4. Carpet Crawlers by Genesis

[16:44] 5. Sinner by Neil Finn

[21:10] 6. I don’t know what it is by Rufus Wainwright

[26:00] 7. Solid ground by Ms. John Soda

[29:29] 8. I haven’t seen this day before by the Innocence Mission

If I could, I would break into flower.
If I could, I’d no longer be barren.
This day is filling up my room,
Is coming through my door.
Oh I have not seen this day before.

Oh mourning dove, we’ll go up to my roof.
Oh mourning dove, we’ll go into the sky.
This day is filling up my room,
Is coming through my door.
Oh I have not seen this day before.

And the cars are a stream running by me,
Bend away to a place I don’t know.
This day is filling up my room,
Is coming through my door.
Oh I have not seen this day before.

(Karen Peris, 1999)

[31:38] 9. Wood Beez by Scritti Politti

[36:27] 10. Swing it to the area by the UMCs

[39:44] 11. Change by Tears For Fears

[43:35] 12. Am I Wry? No by Mew

[48:30] 13. Snowball by Devo

My baby took our love
And then she rolled it up
Rolled it up a hill
Like a ball of snow
Like a snowball grows
Until it gets too big
Until she lost control
And it rolled back down
And it rolled back down
And it rolled back down
And it rolled back down

She took a tiny bit
And rolled it up again
Slower than before
She went a step too far
She had to let it go
I saw it go straight down
My baby turned around
Started up again
Started up again
Started up again
Started up again

Eyes were made for looking
Hands were made for holding
Hearts were made for loving
Lips were made for kissing
Legs were made for walking
Tracks were made to follow
Thats what I’m gonna do
Two tracks
In the snow
Two tracks
Up that hill
My heart broke
When my baby left
Two tracks behind

(Gerald V. Casale and Mark Mothersbaugh, 1980)

[50:59] 14. Eu Sou Meu Guia by Lenine

[54:57] 15. We live as we dream, alone by Gang of Four

[58:17] 16. Middle of the road by the Pretenders

[62:32] 17. Here come July by Scritti Politti

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The art (if there is one) of the mixtape is to bring a series of existing compositions together into a new sequence that acquires–that generates, due to the uncanny skill of the mixologist, new meanings not present in the source material. For example, one might concatenate songs from different genres, that might never have been heard consecutively before, and that, for some reason, sound great that way. But genre-straddling is only the most obvious of the mixologist’s techniques. The best are much more subtle and arcane and like totally super secret.

It may be tempting to assign credit for the astonishing discovery that the last chord of Lindsey Buckingham’s “Cast Away Dreams” and the first chord of Talk Talk’s “Chameleon Day” are the same chord to some sort of traditional default pseudo-agent, such as Divine Providence. That would be a mistake. The skill of the mixologist may surpass the understanding; it is, nonetheless, real.

Download the mix (MP3 file, 52 MB)

Download the booklet (PDF file, 3.4 MB)

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1 0:02 Seal Bring It On
2 3:59 Ron Sexsmith While You Were Waiting
3 7:27 Lindsey Buckingham Cast Away Dreams
4 11:55 Talk Talk Chameleon Day
5 15:15 Jimmy Eat World Table for Glasses
6 19:36 Tears for Fears Break It Down Again
7 24:09 Khonnor An Ape Is Loose
8 27:56 Apparat Useless Information
9 32:01 Joy Division Isolation
10 34:56 Sébastian Tellier Elle
11 39:34 Étienne Daho Cet Air Étrange
12 43:36 Ron Sexsmith It Never Fails

1. DRM is a pernicious pain in the posterior

‘Digital rights management’ is a phrase designed to mislead. Almost everything is digital these days, so the word provides no information. ‘Management’ sounds like a useful tool or service, but DRM is neither. And its purpose is to give the manufacturer, not us, control over the ‘rights’–whose nature is controversial. DRM is a mechanism used by ‘owners’ of ‘intellectual property’ to prevent ‘unauthorized’ copying.

Say you’ve discovered a great new album at the iTunes Store. You want to play it for a friend, because he might want to buy it too. You email him one of the songs. But he can’t play it on his computer. This is DRM.

You’re watching a movie on a DVD in your computer. You want to blog about this great movie. And it would be pleasant for the reader if the post is illustrated with a still from the movie, so you do a screen-grab while it’s playing. The resulting image is completely black. This is DRM.

I tried to watch a DVD of 2001: a Space Odyssey the other day, but it was poorly digitized; the picture quality sucks. My stepson has a PS3, which can play Blu-ray discs, so as an experiment I bought a Blu-ray edition of 2001. This was my first purchase of anything Blu-ray. There was a warning slip in the package:

IMPORTANT NOTICE
This Blu-ray disc is manufactured to the highest quality available. It is possible this Blu-ray disc was manufactured after your Blu-ray player. To ensure the best possible viewing experience, your Blu-ray disc player may need a firmware or software update. Please consult your hardware manufacturer’s website for the latest firmware or software version and, if an upgrade is available, we suggest that you follow its installation instructions. (c) 2007 Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc. All rights reserved.

This is the kind of expensive hilarity inherent in DRM. “You might not be able to play the expensive disc you just bought, on the expensive player you just bought, because we’re still trying to fix the crippleware.” What benefits does this development effort have for me? None, it has only costs. It cannot improve the picture, only degrade it. It cannot improve the player, only cripple it. I do not want it. It has been forced on me by a band of jackals and dingbats.

To say that this disc is of “the highest quality available” is misleading. Everything about this disc would likely have been of higher quality, absent the DRM. Warner Brothers can claim to have the highest-quality product available in a crippleware wrapper – but not the highest quality there is.

2. To publish is to make available

DRM is not only irritating, costly, and bug-ridden today; it will so always. DRM cannot work properly, ever, because the very idea is logically incoherent. This is not a technological problem, it is a conceptual problem; it cannot be fixed or sidestepped, because it was baked into the proposal at the very beginning.

Let’s step outside the digital world for a moment. A painting is unique and cannot be copied–I mean not exactly, the way a jpeg can. A painting can be imitated, not copied. A photograph of the painting can be published, but the painting itself, that thing hanging on your wall, cannot. A performance, too, is unique, and cannot be copied. If you sing a song, I can record the sound, but not the intimate, evanescent experience that took place while you were singing.

On the other hand, a recording of a performance can be put into digital form. And anything digital can be copied perfectly, bit-for-bit, through any number of generations.

Therefore: if you don’t like the idea of people making perfect bit-by-bit copies of your performances, all you have to do is to avoid putting them into digital form.

Again: not everything is digital. Physical objects cannot be copied (not yet!), nor can physical events be repeated. No performance can be copied and distributed, but recordings of the performance certainly can; and if you make such a recording, you are deliberately capturing some of the information about that never-to-be-repeated concert and storing it in a form that can be copied and distributed, all over the world, in less time than it takes to play it back.

The Recording Industry Association of America maintains that people should be prosecuted, not only for copying bits, but for just “making them available” for copying. But “making available” is exactly what the recording industry does. That’s its job. That’s what it’s for. Its defining characteristic is that it records things and makes the recordings available. When a CD or an MP3 file is published, it’s available. That’s what the word ‘publishing’ means. What’s more, publishers know perfectly well that this is a digital world and that the tools for copying anything digital are simple, free, and ubiquitous. So if they don’t want their products copied, why on Earth do they publish them in digital formats?

Imagine that there is a trouble-maker who likes to leave his wallet on a park bench, and hide behind a bush, and then call the cops when someone picks it up. Publishing a song, and then arresting everyone who copies it, is the same kind of mind-fuck. You released your precious bits into the global infosphere, knowing perfectly well that they can and will be copied–and then you insist that copying is a crime and anyone who does it is a criminal!

Bits are for copying. You can’t use them otherwise. If you don’t want people copying your “property,” don’t publish it as bits.

For publishers, the fundamental problem with using DRM is not that current methods are lossy, brittle, bug-infested, or expensive (though they are all these things). It is not that their implementation and enforcement raise serious privacy and civil-liberties issues (though they do). It is not even that all these things add up to DRM being experienced, by your paying customers, as an expression of contempt. (Not so good for customer retention.) No, the root problem with DRM is that the concept just totally makes no sense. You cannot publish your bits and prevent their being copied, any more than you can eat a brownie and save it for later. It cannot be done, not by anyone. Not in this universe. All the warts and lesions and poisonous barbs of all DRM technologies follow from this inescapable fact. DRM was a failure before it was even built.

Certainly the software developers should have known this, and probably did. I can picture them telling the publishers, “Sure, we can build this for you. It will be expensive, but we can do it.” Had they had any scruples, they would have said, “We’re sorry, but this thing you want cannot be made. And if we try to make it anyway–or an ersatz version, because the real thing cannot be done–it will just make everyone miserable. Except, of course, the folks who are already accustomed to downloading music for free. DRM will not inconvenience them, only your legitimate customers.”

Look. If you scramble the bits before you publish them, then no one can use them, and no one will pay you for them. So you have to hand out the unscrambling recipe. But as soon as one person has it, everyone can have it, because the recipe itself, like any other string of bits, can be copied across multiple media at the speed of light. Give me ten minutes, and I will print your secret formula on my T-shirt before my next lecture.

To sum up: 1. ‘digital rights management’ would be a poor idea even if it did work, and 2. it cannot work. Any questions?