Document everything interesting that you come up with, and write about how it came to be, especially if you’re going to tell others about it at any point. For one thing, keeping track of what triggers you will help you in the future when you need triggering. But most importantly, if you don’t keep track of such things, before you know it you’ll see someone else has done it and taken credit for it. It’s even possible to forget that you did it first unless there’s a record of it.

 

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Can intuition be taught?

 

Yes.

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Sorry for the sudden absence– I have a short explanation. I spilled half a thermos of coffee on my work computer and it broke, and that took me out of my usual routine. I should be back to normal in a couple days.

 

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Difficult night in the neighborhood and I’m groggy. The place can get very noisy, sometimes rowdy, depending on what the excuse is. This time, it was Memorial Day weekend. Despite the fact that the Memorial Day party started on Friday night, it was still raging last night, Monday night, until close to 3am.

In my neighborhood, what that means is lots of loud music playing from souped up cars parked along my street in rows, and many people sitting on their stoops or on lawn chairs, chatting and yelling and clinking an clapping. Adults and kids, the elderly. Thuggish looking dudes vocalizing and calling out loudly, and 5 year olds on Razor scooters zipping along the sidewalk. At 10pm, this was ok. Not preferable since the sound was actually drowning out my ipod, but bearable since it was a holiday and I’m not so reactive to such things usually.

But at 1 am it was too much. At 1:30 it was unbearable and at 2:30a it peaked. The police came by to get people to quiet down repeatedly, in that careful way of influencing group behavior without “cracking down” and risking a riot. Eventually they were successful.

When nights like last night occur, it makes you wonder whether no on my street works, or if everyone decided to take Tuesday off and turn it into a four day weekend. I think the latter is more likely (though it can be hard to tell). However even in that case, they would certainly know that not *everyone* would be partying on a Monday night as they were, so their assumption that it was just OK to do so, to be so incredibly loud so late into the night, is insulting and frustrating.

Is it a cultural difference? That could be part of it. But what about just reasonable courtesy?

Here’s a recording I made with some commentary:

Truth is, I don’t want to claim my freedom to not have my place polluted by their noise. I’d rather find a way to buffer it, to protect against it. Normally in the summer the AC handles a big part of that. Part of what made last night so bad was that I had both ACs taken out for rebuilding.

So the noise pretty much just came right in the big hole in my wall, protected only by a thin piece of plastic. Hopefully that will be fixed very soon– am supposed to get a re-installation date today.

Something tells me this summer isn’t going to be perfect.

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Last minute traveling is OK by me. I’m tired right now, but being suddenly on a bus, headed somewhere for some purpose is a nice feeling. I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of it.

Sometimes I think back  to when my back was broken and try to remember that level of pain. It seemed that nothing could be worse. No amount of pain could be worse because of two main characteristics of the injury. First is that the injury was about as centrally located as is possible in a human body. This makes finding neutral positions in which to turn the pain off almost impossible. It also means almost all movement will trigger it. Sitting was impossible so I would either be lying flat or standing, and neither of those were particularly good either. The second characteristic is the electrical nature of a nerve root injury. Feeling a searing, paralyzing sensation actually move around your body, especially down your legs, is one of the most concerning things a person can experience.

And all of that was months ago, now. By Feb I was doing much better and now it’s the end of May and things seem to be progressing still.

Some sad news is that I’ve learned that spending time on my bike, the Red Fantom, is too risky. I took it for a tune-up (where I was propositioned by a fancy-pants biker guy) and spent some time riding around my area, having a great time exploring and coasting. But the next morning my back was stiff and sore, particularly above the injury. I thought maybe it was just a matter of not having been in that half-crouched position in a long time, so the next day I took it up to work, about a 5 minute ride only. The result is that I was noticeably sorer throughout the day and night.  I let it get mostly back to normal for a day or two and then tried riding to work once again, and the result was the same as before:  soreness and stiffness.

So, riding is pretty much out of the question for now.

It’s difficult to get into a good posture on a non-dorky bike.

Sad.

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Can something be “simulated” without mathematical language to describe the relationships and rules of the aspects of the simulation? Can a complex phenomenon– a complex system–be simulated without formulae?

Sometimes, but with one major caveat: there must at least be data. Without data, the simulation would be purely fictional without undergirding, and therefore not really be a simulation of some thing at all, but rather a new thing in itself.

So what if the data is incomplete? Does that make a simulation (at least in the traditional sense) impossible?

Maybe.

Not good.

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I don’t know why I did this to myself again, but I’m now in another aesthetics and philosophy class.

I like the discussions and the level of thinking, but I do find the reading time consuming and sometimes tedious. I think it is the philosopher’s responsibility to communicate in writing at an accessible level, no matter how complicated the subject is. Physicists can do it– they can describe in layman’s terms the inner workings of the known universe, and even those metaphysical aspects of reality that our math can’t yet describe– like parallel worlds or string theory. But in the classic philsophical texts, authors are often all over the place. They take lots of liberty to diverge and take tangents and circle around and then suddenly come back to what they’re actually attempting to describe and write with the expectation that you are right there with them. Rousseau does this and I hate it completely.

A philosophical understanding of anything is useless to anyone but the author if the author can’t describe it well. That there are thousands of papers trying to describe and understand someone’s work makes me not want to read the stuff. There should be thousands of papers describing the usefulness of the author’s ideas, their value and what they inspire. But if there are a thousand perspectives on what the author actually means, I’d rather read something else.

Otherwise I feel like like every sentence is a waste of time, especially the ones that need to be read ten times to start to make sense of. Usually you get that far and then reach a point where you realize if your interpretation was correct, then the whole second-half of the text is one giant contradiction.

 

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My first real guitar was the Ibanez Xiphos. It was a perfect starting point– narrow neck, neck-through and string-through design, and maybe most importantly for my playing, two ceramic dimargio DeActivator pickups– very hot. I have it tuned to Open-C because I like the layering effect and it’s easy to play.


When I first got the new guitar, my first high quality guitar, a Gibson Les Paul Baritone, I really liked the feel. The difference in quality was very apparent, from the weight and balance, string responsiveness and overall resonance, it was superior. I have it tuned to Open-B because of the extended scale length– it lets me keep it low without the strings getting wobbly.

But as much as I like playing the Les Paul,  the tone was just too soft for me. It sounded tamped down, maybe muffled. Aficionados might call it “smooth and buttery” or whatever, but my guitar playing is meant to destroy entire universes, not butter my bread. I could send the signal through a bunch of processing and get it close to the chunk and bite of the Xiphos, but it was tough. I’d often find myself wailing on the strings during jam, sometimes probably a bit too much, in search of the tone I like.

After about two months of playing the Les Paul, two weeks ago I began playing the Xiphos again and found it to be better. The crunch and harmonics were just so satisfying and effortless, and I was cruising on it, psyched, re-motivated and productive. What to do?

The LP is a superior guitar in just about every other way– from the wood used to the rest of the hardware and overall design and balance. It stays in tune amazingly and feels like a tank, which I like. So the only real option was to swap the standard Gibson pickups out for something more powerful. A friend recommended hand-wound pickups by a UK company called Bareknuckle. Great name.

I corresponded with a person there about my style of playing and my guitar and we settled on the Warpig model— their highest power pickup. I grabbed a calibrated set, bridge and neck, and installed a couple days ago.

They’re freakin’ hot. Easily as hot as the D Activators and with a ton more bass response. I’ve played for about 6 hours with them now and I’m relieved and excited. The tone is fantastic and I think overall it’s just a superior match for the baritone. At jam a couple days ago, I was all over the place, loving all the surprises and capabilities that emerged. Especially with high-gain, high-distortion processing, the Warpigs are a whole new experience. I’ll post tracks up soon.

I might now have the perfect axe for my playing and my desired playing and am ready for a summer full of composing and recording.

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Rainy mosquitos last night.

A bug-netted hammock in the room would have made everything fine. Here’s me a couple weeks ago:

I had to keep the window open because it was too hot, that’s how the skeeters infiltrated. I have an AC, but the first use every year produces a puff of dust and soot that accumulates from the neighborhood and coats everything in my room, awfully. Tomorrow, the unit is being serviced for the first time in probably 7 years.

I like climate control when indoors. Just a digital panel that I can set to 70 and keep it that way indefinitely. In the winter, colder indoors is fine with me. When air is slightly cold, coffee feels better in the hand. Hot eggs in the morning taste better. Sleeping becomes fantastically restful.

Summer sleeping is the worst.

Hot mornings are miserable. I hate the feeling of hot morning air, I hate the smell, I hate thinking about how the temperature is just going to rise throughout the day. The highlight of miserable summer is rain. In NYC, we don’t get enough.

Enough blather. Time for your feedback loop map of the day:

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