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Friday 11 November 2005

GrainPIC

I have been working on a very silly Xenakis-influenced graphical cloud synthesis program. The working Alpha version is far enough along that I can release it into the wild. Improvements, like being able to save, will be forthcoming. If there is adequate interest, (ha!) I'll put this on sourceforge or something, so it's easier to get updates.

This program is so cutting edge, that you will need to download a build from today or newer from Wesleyan to run this. Grab the one called Most Recent Build if the file size looks reasonable. (around 6.2 mb or larger.)

There are two files: scribble.rtf and Cloud.sc. The best place to put Cloud.sc is ~/Library/Application\ Support/SuperCollider/Extensions/Les/ (create it if it doesn't exist) or, alternately, you can drop it in SC/SCClassLibrary.

To run: after you've put Cloud.sc in the appropriate place, start the SuperCollider application. Hit the boot button on the localhost server window. Open scribble.rtf. Select all. Hit enter (not return, they're different keys). Start drawing in the big scribble window. To change parameters, hit the draw / edit button. You need to click it when it says "edit" to go into edit mode (I'll fix this soon) and then click inside a shape. A dialog box will come up, which you can use to change parameter for that one shape only (group select is coming soon). To play, click the button that looks like [ > ].

Rain Clouds is an mp3 created with this toy . . . err, tool, I mean.

Obviously, this is open source. The cloud shapes do not need to control granular objects. Cloud's instance variable, settings, should be an instance of the Conductor class. Therefore, you can change all of their settings and what the parameters mean. Use the shapes to control filters or anything else where a high and low frequency boundary change over time! Standard software disclaimers apply.

Have funs

Update:

GrainPIC page is here

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Thursday 10 November 2005

Strange women just kissed me on the metro

Ah, so I was coming home from school, when the train pulled into a station filled with excited youths. They were jumping up and down, drinking champagne and singing. They got into the train car behind mine and started jumping up and down so the whole car was shaking. One woman, sitting near the window facing into my car, looked alarmed.

Some of the youths were wearing what looked like sports jerseys. There was drinking, confetti and merriment and jumping up and down and hammering on the inside of the car. When the train pulled into the next station, they all streamed, screaming, out of their car and ran to other cars on the train. A large number of them were soon standing near me. They sang a song that included the words "bon soir [something that sounded like école]." They seemed to be early college age.

Some attractive young women decided to greet me and the other students of my school. "Bon soir!" they said and kisses us all in turn. On the cheek, which is a normal french greeting.

I blushed.

At the next stop, they ran around again. This continued until Bastille, and then they all got off and headed off to party someplace else aside from the metro.

They're students, but I don't know what was going on aside from that. One blasé older man shrugged as the kids disembarked at Bastille. «C'est le weekend.»

Indeed. Happy whatever holiday tomorrow is!

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Wednesday 9 November 2005

There's lots of good reasons to quit coffee

here was even some evidence that women who drank lots of coffee — four or more daily cups of regular or decaf — faced a slightly lower risk for developing high blood pressure than those who drank little or none.

Winkelmayer said that may be because coffee has lots of antioxidants, substances which are thought to help protect the heart and reduce risks of cancer.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2005/11/08/national/a132928S65.DTL&feed=rss.news

Too bad it makes me all jumpy and stressed and . . . . I'm going to go brew myself some coffeeeeeee right nooooowwwww

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Trespassing Tourism

My friend at school is subletting his apartment. It evaporates for him next wednesday. So he decided that a good way to find a new place would be to go to University buildings and look for ads posted on message boards there. So yesterday, we went on a little tour of basements of the Paris Universities. I'm trying to cut back on my caffeine intake, so I don't know exactly which schools I wandered in to. The institute of Art and Archeology's building looks like Babylonian fortress. The building is a copy of some buildings in the archeology museum in Berlin. They have a copy of the greek temple frieze ringing the building and the front looks like the aforementioned temple, complete with winged lions on either side.

Some of buildings were impressive, like that one. Some, like the unguarded side of the École Normale Superior were ugly. None of them seemed new. The schools are all public, but many of them looked a lot like Columbia University in New York. They look like elite, Ivy league schools, which is what they are, even though they're not.

i walked into the Sorbonne campus. It was lined with a gate and they had a security guard who was supposed to check IDs, but I guess I looked enough like a student and he didn't stop me. They have a large courtyard in the part I was in. One end is a huge patriotic mural. There are statues above it that are plated in new brass or gold. On the other end is a domed building, with imposing stairs leading up into it. There are to larger than life statues next to the stairs. One is Pascal. I didn't want to be too obviously sightseeing, so I didn't take any pictures.

My fellow trespasser was a Marxist. "How many black people do you see?" He asked, angrily, "How many arabs?" From where I was standing, I saw one person with darker than average skin and I saw one black person earlier in the hallway.

The security guards were inside as well as outside. I felt their eyes on me, as if they could tell that I didn't belong because I was too old, too casual, no backback, looking around in wonder, some reason. We left through a stricter gate where they were patting people down and checking every ID.

We looked at the books for sale in the bookstores right outside of the exceedingly posh, wealthy campus. Most were from the 19th century. A few got into the early part of the 20th. "It's like a school from another century" my companion said. I felt lucky and privileged not to have gone to such a prestigious school for my undergrad, where I could learn new ideas, unencumbered by history or tradition but also old ideas, which I was free to ignore if needed. Music history and tonal harmony were required classes, but nobody demanded I write in those styles. John Cage could never have been associated with the Sorbonne, nor Lou Harrison, but both were attached to Mills.

In the United States, we have discussions about accessibility in education. I don't know if this is talked about in France or not. For all the discussions, you could walk around Mills or Wesleyan and see it's absence, but maybe not so pronounced. The entrance to the nice side of the École Normal Superior is though a set of two locked doors with a gatekeeper watching everyone who passes through. This would be controversial on most American campuses. The path through the booth included three stairs.

These schools are for the young, for the able-bodied and for the bourgeoise. Just like Wesleyan, but public. And the kids who graduate from the Sorbonne and other schools have guaranteed lifetime employment once they get out and become functionaries. They're smart and exceedingly well educated and set for life.

Meanwhile, the youth in the suburbs continued to set fires, protesting their lack of access to education.

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Monday 7 November 2005

Media

So last night, round midnight, I was sitting around my home wondering if it was just so cold that I should go to bed. (Yes, I have heat, but it's cheaper just to sleep at night than to run it.) I realized that there probably warm and toasty car fires going on right at that very second! So, since I'm an American, I tuned on the TV.

Channel 1 was showing a French movie. Channel 2 was showing "Cold Case" (The case of the murdered white woman who lived alone followed by the case of the murdered black woman who expressed sexual otherness). Channel 3 was showing a reality show set in Prague. Channel 4, which is always fuzzy shows nothing but football day or night. Channel 5, the arte channel, was showing an angsty american woman artist talking about something. Channel 6, the commercial channel (M6), was showing an old movie with people in funny hats inspecting a chamber pot.

Meanwhile, more cars were burned than ever. And one person died (the first and only one) from injuries received on Friday.

I don't have cable or anything. But there were no program interruptions. No live pictures of burning cars. No live views from the nine helicopters flying over the suburbs. Liberation and Le Monde were not posting live updates to their web pages.

This may be one of those cultural differences I've been reading about.

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Wine Review: Le Vin de la Fromagerie du Marché

Today's wine, a fabulous value at 4€, is easily obtainable at the Fromagerie at the Saint Martin Market in the 10th arrondissement of Paris, France. Simply pop in and explain to the proprietor, "Je voudrais acheter le vin de la fromagerie du Marché - le vin rouge, si vous plait." To get there, from the United States, first get on an airplane to Charles de Gaul airport, then take the RER train (but not at night - alas!) to the Garre du Nord. From the Garre du Nord, transfer to the metro 5 line towards Place d'Italie. Get off at the Jacques Bonsergent stop. When you get out of the metro station, walk down Rue Pierre Chausson and turn left on Chateau d'Eau. Walk a couple of blocks. The Marché Saint Martin will be on your left. Remember that it's closed Mondays.

Ok, so this is not the most internationally useful wine review ever, but the wine was quite good. It had legs that Cola described as "excellent" and a spicy nose with strong hints of cinnamon. The flavor is subtle. This wine is not a spotlight-stealer. It won't direct attention away from your food, which you slaved over. Instead, it will quitely compliment your spicy tomato soup or whatever you happen to be eating.

According to the bottle, this wine is "selection Laurent Bouvet," the winery is independant, "Christophe TERRIER Vigneron" and it has some address type information: Saint-Amour-Bellevue - 71570 France. Telephone: 03 85 37 19 70.

Interestingly, this is only the second wine I've had with a plastic, fake cork. The other was the generic Monoprix brand wine. I hope you don't think I'm putting on airs by going up to 4€. The next wine is even pricier at 4,50€, but will probably have to wait until Nicole comes back. She's gone to Spain again (again!) and won't be back for a bit, alas and woe.

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Sunday 6 November 2005

And it continues

More than 1200 cars were bruned last night, a few of which were actually in Paris, near the Place de la Republique . . . Hey, that's my neighborhood!

I saw a LOT of flics around there this afternoon. Several police vans. (Maybe somebody had his feet on his seat.) A few other cop cars were on their way. I didn't see any smoking remains of cars, but I wasn't looking until after 5:00 pm and I can't imagine they would still be there by that hour.

I don't talk to real French people very often, so I don't know how on their mind this is. It wasn't overwhelming Radio France until today and was growing in Liberation's RSS feed, until it finally, today, outnumbered other stories. I have no idea where it was in print newspapers and I don't know if people are talking about it. Right now, It's all over Radio France. I went out for dinner last night at the restaurant across the street from my building and the restaurant was packed. Oddly, it was packed with Americans(!). My apartment building is next to a Hotel which seems to have a mostly American clientele. The food was really really good Lebanese food. The laso had Lebanese wine, which is kind of a surprising thing to exist . . .. Anyway.

This uprising is very strange, because I just can't imagine it in the USA. They would have been shooting rioters by now. Also, it's really brilliant to be sending guys on motorbikes out with molotov cocktails. In an alarming sort of way. How could you stop that? So it's partly shocking because of how un-violent the "violence" is. Partly shocking how the cops aren't escalating things in the way they would at home. Partly shocking because this never happens at home. Why shouldn't oppressed people burn cars in the USA?

Ok, so, since this is now close to my abode, I'm making sure that Cola and I always carry our passports when we go out, in case we get stopped. Tomorrow, when the BHV opens again, I'm going to go buy a smoke alarm. And aside form that, I don't know. I've been around Republique around 2:00 AM and there were a lot of people out. The fires there were apparently set near 3:00 AM. I don't feel unsafe as long as it's crowded. And . . . well, this is just part of life here. Nobody seems to be freaking out.

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