<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:17:31.739+01:00</updated><category term='barthelme'/><category term='GREYCSstoration'/><category term='rather'/><category term='Singularity'/><category term='Salvador Dali'/><category term='mermaid'/><category term='administrative'/><category term='Idoru'/><category term='gotohellscience'/><category term='GIMP'/><category term='Image Processing'/><category term='poetron'/><category term='assignment'/><category term='Translation Notes'/><category term='Bad Argumentation'/><title type='text'>Control Machine</title><subtitle type='html'>The official blog of physical reality.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-4542567650727202383</id><published>2009-12-02T17:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:34:53.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper for Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.grafiksaati.com/Ressamlar/dali/resimleri/Lobster_Telephone_degistirilmis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 156px;" src="http://www.grafiksaati.com/Ressamlar/dali/resimleri/Lobster_Telephone_degistirilmis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surrealismcentre.ac.uk/papersofsurrealism/journal4/acrobat%20files/ruffapdf.pdf"&gt;Dalí’s surrealist activities and the model of scientific experimentation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abstract&lt;/span&gt; (from author)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paper aims to explore relationships between Salvador Dalí’s practices at the end of the 1920s and during the 1930s, and models of scientific experimentation. In 1928 Dalí took a growing interest in André Breton’s automatism and elaborated his first conception of surrealism which was based on the model of the scientific observation of nature. Dalí’s writings of this period mimicked protocols of botanic or entomological experiments and reformulated in an original way Breton’s surrealist project: they simulated the conditions and practices of scientific observations of nature. Paradoxically, this documentaristic and hyperobjective attitude led to a hyper-subjective and surrealistic description of reality: objects were taken out of their context, they were broken up and no longer recognisable. When Dalí officially entered Breton’s group and conceived the paranoiac-critical method, he focused his attention on another scientific model: Albert Einstein’s notion of space-time. Dalí appropriated a concept which defined the inextricable relationship between space-time and the object and which became, in his view, the mental model of the interaction between interiority and exteriority, invisible and visible, subjectivity and objectivity. Significantly, the Catalan artist almost rewrote one of Einstein’s own papers, by pointing out the active dimension of Einstein’s space-time and by conferring new meanings on his notion of the space-time curve. I will track down the migration of this concept from physics to Dalí’s surrealist vision by considering its importance in writings where the artist uses his method to interpret the most varied phenomena, from the myth of Narcissus, to English pre-Raphaelitism and the&lt;br /&gt;architecture of Antoni Gaudí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-4542567650727202383?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/4542567650727202383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=4542567650727202383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/4542567650727202383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/4542567650727202383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/12/paper-for-thursday.html' title='Paper for Thursday'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3651642889356985737</id><published>2009-11-17T17:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:39:35.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristan Tzara, Dada Manifesto 1918 (excerpt)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cabaladada.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/tristan_tzara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cabaladada.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/tristan_tzara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the essay I talked about today.  It has refreshingly concise descriptions of cubism and futurism, as well as subjectivity in art.  The whole manifesto is available &lt;a href="http://www.arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/dada/Tristan-Tzara.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cubism was born out of a simple manner of looking at objects: Cezanne painted a cup twenty centimetres lower than his eyes, the cubists look at it from above, others complicate its appearance by cutting a vertical section through it and soberly placing it to one side. (I'm not forgetting the creators, nor the seminal reasons of unformed matter that they rendered definitive.) The futurist sees the same cup in movement, a succession of objects side by side, mischievously embellished by a few guide-lines. This doesn't stop the canvas being either a good or a bad painting destined to form an investment for intellectual capital. The new painter creates a world whose elements are also its means, a sober, definitive, irrefutable work. The new artist protests: he no longer paints (symbolic and illusionistic reproduction) but creates directly in stone, wood, iron, tin, rocks, or locomotive structures capable of being spun in all directions by the limpid wind of the momentary sensation... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every pictorial or plastic work is unnecessary, even if it is a monster which terrifies servile minds, and not a sickly-sweet object to adorn the refectories of animals in human garb, those illustrations of the sad fable of humanity. A painting is the art of making two lines, which have been geometrically observed to be parallel, meet on a canvas, before our eyes, in the reality of a world that has been transposed according to new conditions and possibilities. This world is neither specified nor defined in the work, it belongs, in its innumerable variations, to the spectator. For its creator it has neither cause nor theory. Order = disorder; ego = non?ego; affirmation = negation: the supreme radiations of an absolute art. Absolute in the purity of its cosmic and regulated chaos, eternal in that globule that is a second which has no duration, no breath, no light and no control. I appreciate an old work for its novelty. It is only contrast that links us to the past. Writers who like to moralise and discuss or ameliorate psychological bases have, apart from a secret wish to win, a ridiculous knowledge of life, which they have classified, parcelled out, canalised; they are determined to see its categories dance when they beat time. Their readers laugh derisively, but carry on: what's the use?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3651642889356985737?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3651642889356985737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3651642889356985737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3651642889356985737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3651642889356985737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/11/tristan-tzara-dada-manifesto-1918.html' title='Tristan Tzara, Dada Manifesto 1918 (excerpt)'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12375657935485069033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqNjA8nyR1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eMbFaYMEpxA/S220/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5374246305591199074</id><published>2009-11-05T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:59:51.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What constitutes Proof?</title><content type='html'>We worked very hard during the first few weeks of this semester to address this question.  I listen to the radio, watch television, and hear people chatting in truck stops and dimly lit roadside diners often enough to know that people accept all sorts of claims with no proof whatsoever.  Unfortunately, this indicates to me that an alarmingly large portion of our world a) have no idea what it means for something to be proven (or even supported), or b) don't care if things are demonstrably true or not  Does repeating a claim represent proof?  Of course not.  What about my particular belief that a claim is true? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without some reproducible, falsifiable framework for investigating reality, we are basically left with about 50% "I never thought about whether or not that was true" and 50% "I think it's true because I think it's true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this notion of a "framework of inquiry" that we have been interrogating ruthlessly since august.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5374246305591199074?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5374246305591199074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5374246305591199074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5374246305591199074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5374246305591199074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-constitutes-proof.html' title='What constitutes Proof?'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12375657935485069033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqNjA8nyR1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eMbFaYMEpxA/S220/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3896164015629236056</id><published>2009-10-29T03:46:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:47:25.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theory Recursion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmCEFIp09_s/SukJiBgpOhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dt0QCMK-6iE/s1600-h/reptile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397856108505807378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmCEFIp09_s/SukJiBgpOhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dt0QCMK-6iE/s200/reptile.jpg" style="float: left; height: 192px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something seems wrong about the way people instinctively make sense of the world. There seems to be a universal need in humanity for novel experience, for there always to be another layer behind what we think the world is. Perhaps some selective pressure in our evolutionary history predisposes to such thinking, or it is an expectation in light of the seemingly limitless progress of science...there we are thinking of deeper explanations. There is also bias in the way people come to know ideas, for much of what influences whether you buy an argument is determined by the person that expresses it. As written by Dostoyevsky in The Possessed, “you cannot imagine what wrath and sadness overcome your whole soul when a great idea, which you have long cherished as holy, is caught up by the ignorant and dragged forth before fools like themselves into the street, and you suddenly meet it in the market unrecognisable, in the mud, absurdly set up, without proportion, without harmony, the plaything of foolish louts!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't really think this post was about flaws in human perception, did you? You aren't that naïve. This post is about David Icke. He would have you believe his fall from British national spokesman of the green party to arch-alien-crackpot-conspiracist was the result of lots of drugs or a brain tumor that won't close the deal. You wouldn't fall for that one, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostensibly Icke had nothing to gain by his supposed revalation. His meager sales in books will not make up for his salary at the BBC or restore his tattered reputation. If shapeshifting reptiles actually do exist, they now know they can breed within the human population without any threat of people finding out, for Icke's conspiracy theories are shamgasms of froth and fear mongering. They are caricature. You could even call it a smokescreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Icke is an alien. The same flesh eating, shape shifting reptile from the constellation Draco that he writes about. Any reports of his scaly plans will be laughed off by the unwitting public, the herd he preys on. Sheeple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3896164015629236056?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3896164015629236056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3896164015629236056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3896164015629236056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3896164015629236056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/10/conspiracy-theory-recursion.html' title='Conspiracy Theory Recursion'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07612267815110220827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XmCEFIp09_s/SukJiBgpOhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dt0QCMK-6iE/s72-c/reptile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5696463735140248866</id><published>2009-10-21T03:52:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:57:00.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Physicist Beware</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCIkm-rWBqA/St5rYdbgf8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/iJJs9HyZEo8/s1600-h/FlatEarth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0.3em; margin-right: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394867471597469634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCIkm-rWBqA/St5rYdbgf8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/iJJs9HyZEo8/s200/FlatEarth.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the classic and apparently still-popular conspiracy theories is that of a flat Earth.  Notwithstanding the grandiose elements of myth and legend that are so often highlighted by the existence of a planar disc-shaped world (stories ranging from medieval sea tales to Tolkien's epic &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Silmarillion-J-R-R-Tolkien/dp/0345325818"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Silmarillion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), the modern proponents of a flat earth have quite a number of physical phenomena to account for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "convincing" flat earth model would necessitate a complete restructuring of how we view the universe, involving everything from a 32-mile-diameter sun to a universe-wide upwards acceleration at 9.8 m/s/s to a Wall of Ice [sic] guarded by the Government in an attempt to keep its Conspiracy under wraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More (mis?)information than you could ever want on the topic can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.theflatearthsociety.org/forum/"&gt;The Flat Earth Society Forum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who's to say the Earth isn't really shaped like a 21-dimension pentagonal orthoborotunda?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5696463735140248866?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5696463735140248866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5696463735140248866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5696463735140248866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5696463735140248866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-physicist-beware.html' title='Let the Physicist Beware'/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCIkm-rWBqA/St5rYdbgf8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/iJJs9HyZEo8/s72-c/FlatEarth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-8351850476965139967</id><published>2009-10-19T20:20:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:03:54.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theories,  Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://drbobbs.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/tin-foil-hat-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://drbobbs.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/tin-foil-hat-3.jpg" border="0" width="155" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conspiracy Theories Part One&lt;/u&gt;:   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What the Government/Nasa/A Baffling Network of Unlikely Cohorts United only in their Compulsive Desire to Mislead You Don't Want You to Know&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conspiracy theories are marvelous things.  By marvelous, I mean entertaining, bizarre, and often devoid of any link to what we in the Biz call reality.  Unconstrained by things like evidence, logic, or reason, they are able to grow in spite of all contrary data.  In a perfect world, a conspiracy theory's lifespan would be brief and brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 1)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hypothesis is presented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span&gt;The only reason the government refuses to address the shadow people dilemma is that our government ARE shadow people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 2)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Data is checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;Is there even a shadow person dilemma?  No.  Wait, what is a shadow person?  Are you just making things up?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 3)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hypothesis terminated with extreme prejudice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in the real world, with its pundits, cable news stations, late night radio hosts and an internet absolutely bursting with literally anything anyone wants to say about anything, this sort of claim can grow exponentially as time passes.  Every news cycle represents another chance to fill 30 seconds of empty air time with a passing mention of "the shadow person agenda"or the "neocon denial of a shadow revolution."  This in no way represents proof or data, but conspiracy theories don't need those to survive--they only need continued exposure.&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;The proponents of conspiracy theories often use what appear to be evidence-based methods to establish their points.  In class, we have been covering various forms of fallacious argument.  Fallacies are the food, water, and sunlight of conspiracy theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-8351850476965139967?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8351850476965139967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=8351850476965139967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/8351850476965139967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/8351850476965139967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/10/conspiracy-theories-or-what.html' title='Conspiracy Theories,  Part 1'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12375657935485069033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqNjA8nyR1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eMbFaYMEpxA/S220/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-2422243325320301597</id><published>2009-09-30T21:06:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:45:14.858+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is listening to music cognitive or pragmatic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/406258694_e65219a08c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SsO1G7JAOcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mjTK1LZnLsE/s400/music.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387348709824543170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are in the process of deconstructing our musical tastes to determine which aspects of our favorite genres are actually musical.  As it turns out, lots of nonmusical information clutters our perception of what makes music enjoyable or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; "My ex-girlfriend liked the free form jazz stylings of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruno Mindhorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I think he sucks," or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"No &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt; Scotsman would listen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terminal Margaret&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;However true these sentiments might be, they are in no way related to the arrival of pressure changes at the eardrum and their subsequent transformation into electrochemical signals.  We have become a little more able to explore this departure since our experiences at Lakatos' pool party and our weekend at Martha's Vineyard watching Baudrillard and Lyotard deconstruct their favorite episodes of Quincy: Medical Examiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next couple of assignments, let's be especially aware of the boundary that exists between what we are talking about (e.g. music) and what narrative we use to talk about it (good versus bad, useful versus frivolous, moral versus immoral, structure versus chaos, etc).  For a quick glimpse at a narrative-free description of musical genres, check out the Music Genome Project (the guts of the pandora algorithms).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-2422243325320301597?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/2422243325320301597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=2422243325320301597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/2422243325320301597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/2422243325320301597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-listening-to-music-cognitive-or.html' title='Is listening to music cognitive or pragmatic?'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12375657935485069033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqNjA8nyR1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eMbFaYMEpxA/S220/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SsO1G7JAOcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mjTK1LZnLsE/s72-c/music.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-4931791567214590238</id><published>2009-09-24T05:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:34:19.301+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Water on the Moon, Folks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a52.g.akamaitech.net/f/52/827/1d/www.space.com/images/090917-lro-newmap-lola-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 208px;" src="http://a52.g.akamaitech.net/f/52/827/1d/www.space.com/images/090917-lro-newmap-lola-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if you read that headline completely, because it said that we have found "unambiguous  evidence" of water.  Where, you ask, having not read the headline?  The moon, that's where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.space.com/scienceastronomy/090923-moon-water-discovery.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-4931791567214590238?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/4931791567214590238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=4931791567214590238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/4931791567214590238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/4931791567214590238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/09/water-on-moon-folks.html' title='Water on the Moon, Folks.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-2401716839726913195</id><published>2009-09-23T00:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:58:27.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Evening Sinners</title><content type='html'>Generally speaking, I would consider Warren Ellis to be the rabid dog of contemporary literature. He lives entirely by means of red bull, GOOD whiskey, cigarettes, and a signed contract from the devil granting him complete immunity from death so long as Ellis doesn't let lucifer's missus know about the mistress he lets dress him up as a piece of asparagus and then trim him in ways that would make bmezine blush (I'm sure Warren tells her anyway, because he's just that kind of bastard). He's made his living, from what I know, mostly as a comics writer with a style that could probably be best described by taking Alan Moore's misanthropy of the 80's, turning it inside out as a hat, dousing it with gasoline, then running screaming naked down the streets of london with it ablaze in a whiskey induced haze that would have made Ernest Hemingway recommend him for rehab - by which I mean he would have called the cops to come restrain him down and put him a way in a padded room until judgement day with priests of all denominations around guarding to make sure that nothing ever came back out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An early adopter of social media, warren ellis carved a niche among many of us by being out there on a daily basis, emailing, blogging, and now twittering -creating a connection with his audience that many now cite as their reason for psychotic break. Trademark of this was his introduction "Good Morning, sinners." In twitter, he has found some variance, a thing which now proves to be his downfall - the creation of a Warren Ellis simulator that is so spot on people now ask him if he's ever heard of it, or even worse yet, if that's where he gets his insults from. As someone who's been enduring Warren's derogatory remarks about everything for a few years now, I can certainly say that it is truly a third order simulacra. It is mechanical, algorithmic, and reproduces the bile which spews forth from the damnedable man in a way that only serves to infuriate him further. I present it to you now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://talklikewarrenellis.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only hope the apocalypse will come before the website "http://talkliketalklikewarrenellisdotcom.com" is created, otherwise I'm sure the man himself will do much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other instances of his work you can find him (or some of the things he does) here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.twitter.com/warrenellis&lt;br /&gt;http://www.warrenellis.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.freakangels.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bleedingcool.com/category/do-anything-by-warren-ellis/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Script: If anyone is offended by the tone or content above, just know that Warren would have made things much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-2401716839726913195?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/2401716839726913195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=2401716839726913195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/2401716839726913195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/2401716839726913195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-evening-sinners.html' title='Good Evening Sinners'/><author><name>Temporal Vortex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134161951345374984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-6316424016171240082</id><published>2009-09-17T23:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:15:21.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All your Baudrillard are belong to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.britannica.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/baudrillard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.britannica.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/baudrillard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20060711031649/http://www.uta.edu/english/apt/collab/baudweb.html"&gt;huge repository&lt;/a&gt; of Baudrillard information available to anyone comfortable with time travel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-6316424016171240082?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6316424016171240082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=6316424016171240082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6316424016171240082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6316424016171240082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-your-baudrillard-are-belong-to-me.html' title='All your Baudrillard are belong to me'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12375657935485069033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqNjA8nyR1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eMbFaYMEpxA/S220/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-7721826865557406795</id><published>2009-09-15T23:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:21:45.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetron, or My robot has more of the mead of poetry in his tiniest servomotor than you do in your wildest imaginings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;My poetry engine, &lt;a href="http://www.algabrosticspastigraphy.com/josh/tinyscramble_2.htm"&gt;Poetron&lt;/a&gt;, takes the ideas we develop in class and applies them to text.  Here is an example of his work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;After reading it, follow the link above and try out the engine yourself.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This piece is a combination of Colonel Kurtz, the Sugar Hill Gang and an underground UK breakbeat pioneer, William Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,&lt;br /&gt;I watched a snail crawl&lt;br /&gt;let's rock, you dont stop&lt;br /&gt;the edge of a straight razor and surviving.&lt;br /&gt;Crawling, slithering, along&lt;br /&gt;to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat&lt;br /&gt;well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along&lt;br /&gt;The Horror.&lt;br /&gt;the edge of a straight razor and surviving.&lt;br /&gt;That’s my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-7721826865557406795?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7721826865557406795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=7721826865557406795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7721826865557406795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7721826865557406795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/09/poetron-or-my-robot-has-more-of-mead-of.html' title='Poetron, or My robot has more of the mead of poetry in his tiniest servomotor than you do in your wildest imaginings.'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12375657935485069033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqNjA8nyR1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eMbFaYMEpxA/S220/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3810544796755369664</id><published>2009-09-12T18:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:41:29.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Mapping Software</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqvO4SbiuoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lEtqi6sG4_M/s1600-h/b2v2h82_New-Sheet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqvO4SbiuoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lEtqi6sG4_M/s200/b2v2h82_New-Sheet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380621646239545986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't done much with this software, but it seems straightforward.  Since it's online, you do not need to install anything on your machine to use it.  Oh, and it exports in html or xml, so you can post any maps you make directly on controlmachine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bubbl.us/"&gt;http://bubbl.us/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3810544796755369664?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3810544796755369664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3810544796755369664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3810544796755369664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3810544796755369664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/09/online-mapping-software.html' title='Online Mapping Software'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12375657935485069033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqNjA8nyR1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eMbFaYMEpxA/S220/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqvO4SbiuoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lEtqi6sG4_M/s72-c/b2v2h82_New-Sheet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5327628608122177026</id><published>2009-09-02T21:18:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:00:11.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three / Four:  Pool Party at Popper's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://calwestray.tripod.com/Thrilling_Tales/Coral_Gables_Venetian_Pool_1920s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 503px;" src="http://calwestray.tripod.com/Thrilling_Tales/Coral_Gables_Venetian_Pool_1920s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We waded into the deep end of the pool at Karl Popper's house.  Luckily, Thomas Kuhn was in for the weekend, and he provided a slightly less brutal view of how science progresses.  According to Kuhn, fields of study go through several stages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prescience-Folks working really hard to understand phenomena well enough to begin to propose a tentative suggestion of a solution.  Once a set of conceptually linked theories, or paradigm,  has its collective phaser set on falsify, the body of work moves to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Normal Science-- Scientists go about their daily work of moving the body of knowledge slowly but surely forward.  Errors and unexplained results happen and are recorded.  They don't cause the disposal of the entire paradigm, since no more successful set of theories exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eventually, however, enough problems, missteps, and falsified claims accumulate and cause an entire paradigm to be overthrown.  This is revolutionary science.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Popper's version of scientific progress looks as tame as a Mayberry Cake raffle for the Daughters of the American Revolution compared to the cataclysmic shifts in power Kuhn described.  "Ultimately this view is naive," shouts Lakatos from the diving board.  Lakatos took Popper's wel-behaved linear model, folded in Kuhn's &lt;u&gt;Great Battles in Norse Mythology&lt;/u&gt; style of progress, and combined the best parts of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Lakatos, families of conceptually linked scientific theories and methods are linked in a research program.  Competing research programs do slow and steady battle every day.  After a given research program gains prominence, it may begin to recede (become increasingly complex without contributing more knowledge) and be overtaken by one that is progressive (produces new knowledge).  This shift in power between research programs can be considered a revolution, but not a discontinous event.  It is instead the result of a long, steady tension between programs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5327628608122177026?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5327628608122177026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5327628608122177026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5327628608122177026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5327628608122177026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-three-four-pool-party-at-poppers.html' title='Day Three / Four:  Pool Party at Popper&apos;s House'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12375657935485069033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqNjA8nyR1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eMbFaYMEpxA/S220/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-4823358106126505794</id><published>2009-08-30T18:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:28:33.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Again Science!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/08/28/article-1209726-063617DB000005DC-474_468x241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 178px;" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/08/28/article-1209726-063617DB000005DC-474_468x241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the smallest thing you have ever seen? &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1209726/Single-molecule-million-times-smaller-grain-sand-pictured-time.html"&gt; Not any more&lt;/a&gt;.  Scientists from IBM have successfully imaged a single molecule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am sorry if the shock and awe produced by this discovery caused anyone to faint, become incoherent or otherwise harm themselves in disbelief.  A better introduction might have been "Are you sitting down?  No, then find a chair because your mind is about to be blown."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-4823358106126505794?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/4823358106126505794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=4823358106126505794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/4823358106126505794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/4823358106126505794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-again-science.html' title='Thanks Again Science!'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12375657935485069033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3tJTKQlYoI/SqNjA8nyR1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eMbFaYMEpxA/S220/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3153219135665093063</id><published>2009-08-30T06:25:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:52:20.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/10/Lakatos_2.jpg/200px-Lakatos_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 179px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/10/Lakatos_2.jpg/200px-Lakatos_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we discussed the scientific method as an iterative process.  Rather than grinding out answers mechanically, the scientific method grinds out experimental results, from which we may infer the answers.  Was our initial claim correct?  Does that indicate anything about our hypothesis and it's underlying structure?  Was there anything we assumed?  Most importantly, does any of that affect the possible Truth of my claims?  Deciding we needed a better understanding of these things, we called in the big guns, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Popper"&gt;Popper&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Samuel_Kuhn"&gt;Kuhn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imre_Lakatos"&gt;Lakatos&lt;/a&gt;, et al for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also mentioned the differences between a hypothesis and a theory, and studied the long and winding road the former travels to become the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum:  The analyses of the in-class poem were reviewed and discussed.   Excerpts and commentary will be posted soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3153219135665093063?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3153219135665093063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3153219135665093063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3153219135665093063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3153219135665093063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5653525841990592053</id><published>2009-08-26T01:39:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:35:12.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpSBzqNJ5yI/AAAAAAAAADc/-R0rs81XVSg/s1600-h/geesesm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 20px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpSBzqNJ5yI/AAAAAAAAADc/-R0rs81XVSg/s200/geesesm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374062979862619938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We constructed twelve randomly selected lines of text, divided into three groups of four.  Ostensibly, these are the intro, conflict, and resolution of some internal theme.   During our initial pass at understanding (first order approximation) we spotted some common threads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christian imagery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;death and rebirth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fire and water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;groups of people characterized by following&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suffering and the benefits of eventual discovery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and so on.  For next time, we need to start thinking about how to combine these into a coherent theme or "meaning of the poem."  Are these the only connections that can be found?  Have we utterly exhausted the content of our text?  Of course not.  As long as we stare at the lines, we will continue to generate connections between varying images in the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we continue to study these things (physical systems) we will get a clearer understanding of what it means to mean something, and how certain we can be that our meanings are real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5653525841990592053?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5653525841990592053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5653525841990592053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5653525841990592053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5653525841990592053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpSBzqNJ5yI/AAAAAAAAADc/-R0rs81XVSg/s72-c/geesesm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-4884905739758836029</id><published>2009-08-22T22:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:33:11.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forum for the course</title><content type='html'>I have set up a forum page for the class, in the event that we need one.  If you can think of any subdivisions that would be useful, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://controlmachine.freeforums.org"&gt;controlmachine.freeforums.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-4884905739758836029?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/4884905739758836029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=4884905739758836029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/4884905739758836029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/4884905739758836029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/08/forum-for-course.html' title='Forum for the course'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-1572036666089192699</id><published>2009-08-15T19:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:19:01.583+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mermaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gotohellscience'/><title type='text'>Go to Hell, Science!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tsl.state.tx.us/ld/projects/trc/2007/clipart/extraart/thumbnails/mermaid.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 148px;" src="http://www.tsl.state.tx.us/ld/projects/trc/2007/clipart/extraart/thumbnails/mermaid.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Folks are flocking to the Israeli town of Kiryat Yam to cash in on what I can only call a sure thing.  All they have to do is get a photo of the town's mermaid.  Simple as pie, folks.  Whoever ponies up this reward money is an idiot.  How long can this contest take, like 8 minutes?  Here's a contest idea for you: "$1,000,000 for any photo of a broken sand dollar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, it's more difficult to take beach pictures &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; mermaids littering the shot.  I have a filing cabinet filled with vacation pictures absolutely ruined by mermaids.   Perfect shots of the sun setting over the horizon...marred by comely sea wenches lolling about on the sands.   Award winning visions of morning fog slowly fading under the intense gaze of the rising sun...poisoned by the emerging forms of she-fish.  At least with jellyfish, you can listen to the radio and get an idea of the population density.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  The graphic accompanying this post does not constitute photographic evidence of mermaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/strangenews/090813-bad-mermaid.html"&gt;Link to article (LiveScience.com)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-1572036666089192699?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1572036666089192699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=1572036666089192699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/1572036666089192699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/1572036666089192699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-to-hell-science.html' title='Go to Hell, Science!'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-426683101411721358</id><published>2009-07-30T06:40:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:11:35.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SnEm-fvSlSI/AAAAAAAAADM/wTaCInBJijk/s1600-h/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SnEm-fvSlSI/AAAAAAAAADM/wTaCInBJijk/s320/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364111486288565538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;So a factory worker in Sweden got injured during a run-in with some bit of automated machinery yesterday.   Seems innocent enough, I guess.  The article is available &lt;a href="http://www.thelocal.se/19120.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Blah, blah, blah.  Industrial accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sentence in the report did, however, catch my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the robot suddenly came to life and grabbed a tight hold of the victim's head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just so everyone is clear on what happened... A ROBOT CAME TO LIFE AND ATTACKED A MAN.   A human man, not some audioanimatronic factory worker that shared a kind of perverse kinship with the malfunctioning (allegedly) assemblage.   An actual man.   Given that this is in clear violation of every human/robot precept, why is every newspaper  not printing full page reports on this, or at least putting out special "Well, we're dead for sure" editions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These editions/ads wouldn't even need an accompanying article, just a black and white spread (with a quick splash of dark fluid...is it blood, or oil...who can tell) and the words A ROBOT CAME TO LIFE AND ATTACKED A MAN.     If I were appointed head of the worldwide media cabal, I would use every drop of ink at my disposal and a font of my own devising, Times New Holy Shit Bold, because this seems like that kind of emergency.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Full Disclosure:  I originally designed Times New Holy Shit Bold  for use with the potential future headline "Infinite Hamburgers!"  It saddens me to think that due to impending robot massacre of the human race, we will never see a day that knows no limit on hamburgers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-426683101411721358?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/426683101411721358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=426683101411721358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/426683101411721358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/426683101411721358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SnEm-fvSlSI/AAAAAAAAADM/wTaCInBJijk/s72-c/ig88-12in-hc-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5453035569982649445</id><published>2009-07-23T23:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:35:14.187+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review:  Seagalogy, by Vern.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.springboard.gorillanation.com/storage/craveonline.com/legacy/article_imgs/Image/seagalogy%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://cdn.springboard.gorillanation.com/storage/craveonline.com/legacy/article_imgs/Image/seagalogy%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="reviewTextContainer64687454" style=""&gt;&lt;span id="freeText847780822127960851" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;If my mind had a wrist, this book would have broken it and thrown me through a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don't feel like shadow boxing or meditating on the finite nature of man before reading a book. But this book, this awesome and terrifying book, leaves me more than a little worried that its subject, the likewise awesome and terrifying Steven Seagal, is somehow out to get me (or at least knows I am reading about him). The author applies his “Badass Auteur Theory,” or “the idea that in some types of action or badass pictures, it is the badass (or star) who carries through themes from one picture to the next” to the whole of the seagal's oevre, including musical efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you doubt the strength of the author's theory, ask yourself how &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; episode of &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; show would be transformed by even the most fleeting glimpse of Steven Seagal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective support for B.A.T., though, is the existence of the book itself. Since Seagal appears in it, it becomes a "Steven Seagal Book" rather than just an extremely readable and entertaining journey through all things Seagal. How about a "dizzying look through the seagalian lens, whose refractory power transforms governments into criminal agencies, submarines into helicopters, ponytails into widow's peaks, and of course, arms into pretzels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5453035569982649445?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5453035569982649445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5453035569982649445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5453035569982649445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5453035569982649445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-review-seagalogy-by-vern.html' title='Book Review:  Seagalogy, by Vern.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3899585605498711772</id><published>2009-06-10T07:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:14:34.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Even DND is in on the Beaudrillard ideas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/3254/1244609606650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 604px;" src="http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/3254/1244609606650.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3899585605498711772?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3899585605498711772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3899585605498711772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3899585605498711772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3899585605498711772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/06/even-dnd-is-in-on-beaudrillard-ideas.html' title='Even DND is in on the Beaudrillard ideas.'/><author><name>Hyrule Soap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629610516134744731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yklBNRdoFrU/SXU7a4YooCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7kWO0bbmEU/S220/IMG_8274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3421807162820410638</id><published>2009-04-02T06:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:17:14.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baraw's newest album - "Find A New One"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yklBNRdoFrU/SdQ8NUgsMKI/AAAAAAAAABY/uZbDLUAaWS8/s1600-h/baraw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yklBNRdoFrU/SdQ8NUgsMKI/AAAAAAAAABY/uZbDLUAaWS8/s320/baraw.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319943259373187234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3421807162820410638?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3421807162820410638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3421807162820410638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3421807162820410638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3421807162820410638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/04/baraws-newest-album-find-new-one.html' title='Baraw&apos;s newest album - &quot;Find A New One&quot;'/><author><name>Hyrule Soap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629610516134744731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yklBNRdoFrU/SXU7a4YooCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7kWO0bbmEU/S220/IMG_8274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yklBNRdoFrU/SdQ8NUgsMKI/AAAAAAAAABY/uZbDLUAaWS8/s72-c/baraw.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-7578027297429217079</id><published>2009-04-01T05:27:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:50:30.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Covers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="story_comment"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first article that appears is the name of your band.  Example?  How about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OSS Detachment 101&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="story_comment"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: Go to &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few words of the final quote on the page is your album title.  Like...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Do about it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3: Go to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third picture in the top row is your award-winning album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3385062071_bd45c32b14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3385062071_bd45c32b14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="story_comment"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;  Use what technomancers call "software" to combine these elements into an album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-7578027297429217079?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7578027297429217079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=7578027297429217079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7578027297429217079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7578027297429217079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-go-to-httpen.html' title='Album Covers'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3385062071_bd45c32b14_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5318846129269789275</id><published>2009-04-01T05:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:23:27.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrealism Papers</title><content type='html'>The papers we talked about in class are &lt;a href="http://www.surrealismcentre.ac.uk/papersofsurrealism/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Choose one and read it.  Then, we can talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5318846129269789275?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5318846129269789275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5318846129269789275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5318846129269789275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5318846129269789275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/04/surrealism-papers.html' title='Surrealism Papers'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-2035708772466292491</id><published>2009-03-10T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:59:06.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dada, or A users' guide to kung fu art survival (Repost)</title><content type='html'>From Tuesday we know that Dada was a reaction to the belief that rational thought and culture would elevate mankind to some sort of heightened state. The prevalent view at the time (early 19teens) was that technology, powered by logic and driven by science, would complete man as a species via enlightment and truth. To the founders of Dada, these things had instead lead to World War I, effectively lowering mankind's status beneath possible repair. The only response that made sense, therefore, was a complete abandonment of rational processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their beliefs, by-laws, and boasts can be found in several "Dada Manifestos" from various members of the movement. In particular, we focus on one by Tristan Tzara, called shockingly, &lt;a href="http://www.ralphmag.org/AR/dada.html"&gt;Dada Manifesto&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assignment for Thursday is to figure out what they meant by one of the following statements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cubism constructs a cathedral of &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; liver paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expressionism poisons &lt;i&gt;artistic &lt;/i&gt; sardines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simultaneism is still at its first &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; communion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;futurism wants to mount in an &lt;i&gt;      artistic&lt;/i&gt; lyricism-elevator &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unanism embraces allism and fishes with an &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neo-classicism discovers the good deeds of &lt;i&gt;artistic art&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paroxysm makes a trust of all &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; cheeses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultraism recommends the mixture of these seven &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creationism vorticism imagism also propose some &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; recipes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want you to do is pick one of these statements (e.g. ultraism recommends the mixture of these seven &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; things) and decipher it. I don't want you to draw connection willy and/or nilly like our earlier exercises, but find out what ultraism is, for example, then what they meant by the 7 artistic things and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-2035708772466292491?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/2035708772466292491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=2035708772466292491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/2035708772466292491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/2035708772466292491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/03/dada-or-users-guide-to-kung-fu-art.html' title='Dada, or A users&apos; guide to kung fu art survival (Repost)'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-6092183159758360201</id><published>2009-02-27T21:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:28:07.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you Baudrillard!</title><content type='html'>As if we had any doubt about House of Leaves, the book opens with a discussion about the nature of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;authenticity&lt;/span&gt;."  A series of documents about a film about a house.  Layers one, two and three of Simulacra.  This is turning out even better than I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-6092183159758360201?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6092183159758360201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=6092183159758360201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6092183159758360201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6092183159758360201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-you-baudrillard.html' title='Damn you Baudrillard!'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3062348734823848451</id><published>2009-02-23T06:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:38:42.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Leaves</title><content type='html'>OK.  The book we will attempt to model as a general system is Mark Danielewski's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_of_Leaves"&gt;House of Leaves&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a big 'un, so we will need to read like the wind.  Like the wind itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3062348734823848451?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3062348734823848451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3062348734823848451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3062348734823848451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3062348734823848451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/02/house-of-leaves.html' title='House of Leaves'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-6879942486917875599</id><published>2009-02-19T00:54:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:26:31.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mapping</title><content type='html'>The mapping software we chose turned out to be pretty nice.  I hesitate to use the term "mindmapping" as it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indicates that we are somehow tracing a topography of Thought.  Since we are not using some ridiculously advanced brain scanning mechanism in the classroom (and unless the students have some fat NSF green they haven't mentioned yet) claiming something like this is ridiculous.  The brain is made of meat with lightning inside.  None of the class's instruments measure anything like this.   What we are doing is recording the iterative processes that occur during our attempts to understand a given system--organizing our thoughts in the order they appear and looking for connections that do not necessarily depend on that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Implies a sort of trademark on what I would just call brainstorming.  Evidently brainstorming is what helps kids decide on a science fair project but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mindmapping&lt;/span&gt; is what marketing directors do to motivate their teams to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pursue an operational paradigm-shift that strikes strategic brand equity&lt;/span&gt;.  If you found yourself making air-quotes during either of the italicized phrases, you see what I mean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the software helps us do is abstract whatever system we encounter into a sort of "idea space" that we can study independently.  This happens every day in physicist's notebooks and dry-erase boards.  A man on a bicycle becomes an arrow named 5 m/s, or a falling battleship becomes a sphere of radius r.  Potentially troubling details are considered and often discarded.  For example, does the man happen to like French cinema?  Did the MC5 ever write a soulful but impossibly violent garage rock tribute to this particular battleship?  While interesting, these tidbits might not effect a given calculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often mention the act of trying to understand a system as "rotating that system until a symmetry becomes clear."  Imagine a poem being mapped, for example, and the concepts sorted or moved around the page until a series of connections becomes clearer.  This is the sort of rotation I am talking about.  If we could raise the map into three dimensions and rotate it in any direction, it might be easier to spot connections than if it were on the page, the same way relative height is easier to grasp on a 3-d model than a flat map.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-6879942486917875599?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6879942486917875599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=6879942486917875599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6879942486917875599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6879942486917875599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/02/mapping.html' title='Mapping'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-8317271521802913030</id><published>2009-02-11T04:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:17:33.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the text.</title><content type='html'>After running the Billy the Kid piece through the ringer a few times, we extracted some promising patterns about simulacra, biblical imagery, lost pilots and the rugged individualism of the american psyche.  Now let's use those patterns as the basis for a set of filters on the rest of the data set, i.e. the full text of &lt;a href="http://www.eskimo.com/%7Ejessamyn/barth/daumier.html"&gt;Daumier, by Donald Barthelme&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By treating the first excerpt as a representative element of the whole space (text) we can focus tightly on behaviors that we suspect might turn up throughout the data.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-8317271521802913030?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8317271521802913030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=8317271521802913030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/8317271521802913030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/8317271521802913030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/02/rest-of-text.html' title='The rest of the text.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-4567114550868695797</id><published>2009-02-06T23:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:01:56.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Text I want you to map.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Have All&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Billy the Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speaking to Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;"Not self-slaughter in the crude sense. Rather the construction of surrogates. Think of it as a transplant."&lt;br /&gt;"Daumier," she said, "you are not making me happy."&lt;br /&gt;"The false selves in their clatter and boister and youthful brio will slay and bother and push out and put to all types of trouble the original, authentic self, which is a dirty great villain, as can be testified and sworn to by anyone who has ever been awake."&lt;br /&gt;"The self also dances," she said, "sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said, "I have noticed that, but one pays dear for the occasional schottische. Now, here is the point about the self: It is insatiable. It is always, always hankering. It is what you might call rapacious to a fault. The great flaming mouth to the thing is never in this world going to be stuffed full. I need only adduce the names of Alexander, Bonaparte, Messalina, and Billy the Kid."&lt;br /&gt;"You have misunderstood Billy the Kid," she murmured.&lt;br /&gt;"Whereas the surrogate, the construct, is in principle satiable. We design for satiability."&lt;br /&gt;"Have you taken action?" she asked. "Or is all this just the usual?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have one out now," I said, "a Daumier, on the plains and pampas of consciousness, and he is doing very well, I can tell you that He has an important post in a large organization. I get regular reports."&lt;br /&gt;"What type of fellow is he?"&lt;br /&gt;"A good true fellow," I said, "and he knows his limits. He doesn't overstep. Desire has been reduced in him to a minimum. Just enough left to make him go. Loved and respected by all."&lt;br /&gt;"Tosh," she said, "Tosh and bosh."&lt;br /&gt;"You will want one," I said, "when you see what they are like."&lt;br /&gt;"We have all misunderstood Billy the Kid," she said in parting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Donald Barthleme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-4567114550868695797?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/4567114550868695797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=4567114550868695797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/4567114550868695797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/4567114550868695797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-i-want-you-to-map_06.html' title='Text I want you to map.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-8342668845149436467</id><published>2009-01-28T21:53:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:38:57.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>why don't poets just say what they mean (I)</title><content type='html'>An important question came up in class today.  &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why don't poets just say what they mean."&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an absinthe maddened verse-jockey somewhere wants to tell me that he's upset over his most recent lover's decision to spend the rent money on a collection of needlepoint replicas of scenes from the patriotic body-art documentary "Tattoos of our Founding Fathers," he could just say it.   This is often a source of frustration for science students attempting to navigate literature classes.  The science student, as an ostensibly logical being, wants information that is direct and free of distortion.  In fact, this is an issue for any person with a growing expertise in one field.  After working so hard to compile a library of information and skills, we might not be terribly interested in having to adapt it to another, purposefully complex, system.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  The poet is more likely to wonder (or probably opine) about the apparent sterility of mathematics and the engineer laments the theorist's ignorance of utility.  What I want you guys to recognize is that underlying all these fields is a meaningful foundation:  There is information in this system and you can get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-8342668845149436467?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8342668845149436467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=8342668845149436467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/8342668845149436467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/8342668845149436467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-dont-poets-just-say-what-they-mean.html' title='why don&apos;t poets just say what they mean (I)'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-6303293178824204172</id><published>2009-01-24T05:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:25:02.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientific Method</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive/phd091606s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 156px;" src="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive/phd091606s.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive.php?comicid=761"&gt;PHD Comics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-6303293178824204172?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6303293178824204172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=6303293178824204172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6303293178824204172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6303293178824204172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/01/scientific-method.html' title='Scientific Method'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-7336163262358504791</id><published>2009-01-23T21:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:25:10.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If at first you don't succeed, GOTO LINE 1</title><content type='html'>If we don't want to spend the rest of the semester dumbfounded by lines like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assert a privileged epistemological status with respect to counter-hegemonic narratives&lt;/span&gt;, we must pick a starting point for understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that end, we focused on the act of understanding as an iterative process.  Like a puzzle whose pieces we only slowly begin to recognize, physical systems can be approached in a simple but effective way:  the scientific method.  I am not claiming that scientists are alone in their efforts to understand systems, but the scientific method is at least an algorithmic approach to the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a thing happen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suggest a way of understanding that thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Test some aspect of your suggestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compare the results of the test to the claims you made.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If your results agree, you can move forward with more testing.  Getting your friends to perform similar tests and checking out their results implies reproducibility.  If your results crash and/or burn, you go back to watching the thing happen and try again.  Tadaaaa!  Iteration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, the system that gave us headaches was Baudrillard's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simulacra and Simulation&lt;/span&gt;.  We attacked it head-on and understood parts of it better than others.  Viewing the text, or rather, the process of our attempt to understand the text, as a repeated application of the scientific method will do two things for us.  First, we will get a clearer understanding of what Baudrillard means.   Second, it will help us wrap our heads around iterative processes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-7336163262358504791?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7336163262358504791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=7336163262358504791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7336163262358504791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7336163262358504791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed-goto-line.html' title='If at first you don&apos;t succeed, GOTO LINE 1'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-2421924184044746022</id><published>2009-01-20T20:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:45:49.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny thing is, I can see this actually happening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/impostor.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 156px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/impostor.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xkcd.com/451/"&gt;http://www.xkcd.com/451/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-2421924184044746022?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/2421924184044746022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=2421924184044746022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/2421924184044746022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/2421924184044746022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-thing-is-i-can-see-this-actually.html' title='Funny thing is, I can see this actually happening.'/><author><name>Hyrule Soap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629610516134744731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yklBNRdoFrU/SXU7a4YooCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K7kWO0bbmEU/S220/IMG_8274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5747003688901582238</id><published>2009-01-19T22:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:40:58.459+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idoru'/><title type='text'>William Gibson's Idoru</title><content type='html'>Through the year that this blog has been around, pattern recognition has been one of the primary topics discussed. A great example is the seemingly random construction of poetry which the mind can take and construct meaning from. This is a truly powerful tool. The capabilities of machines to infer meaning is exceedingly limited - Sure, there are semantic descriptions and machine learning algorithms to be able to probabilistically determine what might be inferred or entailed by a sentence, but really the whole thing is still in its infancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain though can construct patterns from anywhere, with anything. No where (to my knowledge) is this idea explored more beautifully than in William Gibson's novel "Idoru." The novel center's around Colin Laney, a man with a unique talent for sifting through data to find "Nodal points" - the patterns in the noise. Through this he comes to the attention of Rez - aging rock star - and meets the most interesting of all creations: Rei Toei, the Idoru. Throughout the novel Gibson explores the implications of a brain with an unfettered talent for pattern recognition, and how the massive amount of information presented to us now and in the future will affect our brains ability to construct meaningful patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5747003688901582238?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5747003688901582238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5747003688901582238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5747003688901582238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5747003688901582238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/01/william-gibsons-idoru.html' title='William Gibson&apos;s Idoru'/><author><name>Temporal Vortex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134161951345374984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5864347164413625590</id><published>2009-01-15T17:48:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:45:13.766+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>we forgot to title this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SW-fE2k82_I/AAAAAAAAACI/77a-Rmyv_bs/s1600-h/zsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SW-fE2k82_I/AAAAAAAAACI/77a-Rmyv_bs/s320/zsun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291622992902413298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;over the Christmas break i traveled to key west&lt;br /&gt;you can't push it underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look up, you might see an angel falling&lt;br /&gt;there i watched the sun set every night&lt;br /&gt;how did it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;if that's so, it's the most elegant bullshit I've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some nights we slept in the car&lt;br /&gt;you will be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed laying in the sun on the beach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5864347164413625590?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5864347164413625590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5864347164413625590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5864347164413625590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5864347164413625590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-forgot-to-title-this.html' title='we forgot to title this'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SW-fE2k82_I/AAAAAAAAACI/77a-Rmyv_bs/s72-c/zsun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-1336854032573765373</id><published>2008-12-29T21:36:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:43:32.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Patterns in Text</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SVk1QQNx8kI/AAAAAAAAABw/OK-ReqWeFWk/s1600-h/parkgraytrim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SVk1QQNx8kI/AAAAAAAAABw/OK-ReqWeFWk/s320/parkgraytrim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285314191042933314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the text from "Harold and Maude," but if you look carefully you can just make out the flickering image of Dorothy Parker.   And yes, dear reader, that is Dali's handwriting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-1336854032573765373?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1336854032573765373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=1336854032573765373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/1336854032573765373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/1336854032573765373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/12/patterns-in-text.html' title='Patterns in Text'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SVk1QQNx8kI/AAAAAAAAABw/OK-ReqWeFWk/s72-c/parkgraytrim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-8929089724406591950</id><published>2008-12-01T15:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:32:52.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruin Value: The concept that a building be designed such that if it eventually collapsed, it would leave behind aesthetically pleasing ruins</title><content type='html'>Since I remember this having come up, I'm posting it. Seems that in designing ruins as art we ran across an idea that had already come up. Funny, in'it? I wonder how long it will take the next person to come up with it independently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruin_value&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-8929089724406591950?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8929089724406591950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=8929089724406591950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/8929089724406591950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/8929089724406591950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/12/ruin-value-s-concept-that-building-be.html' title='Ruin Value: The concept that a building be designed such that if it eventually collapsed, it would leave behind aesthetically pleasing ruins'/><author><name>Temporal Vortex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134161951345374984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3061708652734419616</id><published>2008-09-03T05:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:50:54.474+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official:  we live in the future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.medgadget.com/archives/img/robodudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.medgadget.com/archives/img/robodudes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From medgadget.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another day, another exoskeleton. Designed to help paraplegics to walk again, ReWalk™ is the product of Israeli company Argo Medical Technologies, Ltd. Massachusetts based SolidWorks Corp, whose 3D CAD software was used to develop the device, is reporting about the exoskeleton:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://medgadget.com/archives/2008/03/rewalk_exoskeleton.html"&gt;Read the article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3061708652734419616?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3061708652734419616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3061708652734419616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3061708652734419616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3061708652734419616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-official-we-live-in-future.html' title='It&apos;s official:  we live in the future!'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-7754432059510290222</id><published>2008-06-04T06:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:44:19.487+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singularity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Argumentation'/><title type='text'>The "Singularity"</title><content type='html'>Something for us all to poke fun at this summer: &lt;a href="http://www.spectrum.ieee.org/singularity"&gt;The Technological Singularity.&lt;/a&gt; I've been reading through the first article by the guy who coined the term, and he's pulling the same tricks as Willie Jessup of the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It's funny. Warren Ellis, SF novel and comic writer, suggested that once one gets bored with the singularity shenanigan, one should instead substitute "Flying Spaghetti Monster" in at every occurence for a good chuckle, and an equally well thought out article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-7754432059510290222?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7754432059510290222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=7754432059510290222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7754432059510290222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7754432059510290222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/06/singularity.html' title='The &quot;Singularity&quot;'/><author><name>Temporal Vortex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134161951345374984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-1212094976026594985</id><published>2008-05-15T08:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:06:11.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Presentations</title><content type='html'>Just a quick reminder.  The final presentations will be at 9 am rather than 8 am on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-1212094976026594985?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1212094976026594985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=1212094976026594985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/1212094976026594985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/1212094976026594985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/05/final-presentations.html' title='Final Presentations'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5934022155432416282</id><published>2008-05-01T02:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T02:59:37.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of UbuWeb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ubu.com/"&gt;UbuWeb&lt;/a&gt; is a completely independent resource dedicated to all strains of the avant-garde, ethnopoetics, and outsider arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...UbuWeb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What that sounds like to me is a near bottomless repository of weirdness.  I have personally spent hours just strolling around listening to and looking at this site, and it reminds me of a lyric by The Free Design, "Follow the way that leads between Madness and madness."  I'm not sure why they are so lax with their capitals, but they seem to have captured something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5934022155432416282?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5934022155432416282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5934022155432416282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5934022155432416282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5934022155432416282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/05/joys-of-ubuweb.html' title='The Joys of UbuWeb.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5635589238595351286</id><published>2008-04-14T16:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:52:30.475+02:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting Idea...</title><content type='html'>This class shall be over soon, and those of us here as students shall be gone and graduated. Surely though, there shall be iterations of the class beyond this one, and with reason, there should probably be more blogs about it. The question then would arise as to whether or not: a new blog should be created, this blog should be wiped and reused, or this blog should continue to be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally would like to suggest the experiment of continuing to use this blog once this class has been finished for future iterations of the course with those who are already listed as contributors being allowed to remain so. This allows not only for colaboration on our continued studies in the topics presented, but also for a greater reader base to enrich the blog experience of future classes and perhaps the eventual evolution of the blog into an entity driven by class experience but also an entity in and of itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5635589238595351286?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5635589238595351286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5635589238595351286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5635589238595351286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5635589238595351286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/04/interesting-idea.html' title='An interesting Idea...'/><author><name>Temporal Vortex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134161951345374984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3027091541822654776</id><published>2008-04-14T16:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:47:47.590+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Translation Notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvador Dali'/><title type='text'>Notes on translations of Dali, or why we are not quite so austentatious for reading the manuscripts in their original languages</title><content type='html'>While reading through Salvador Dali's "Les Cocus du Vieil Art Moderne" I've noticed several translational choices that make me glad the copy of the manuscript I have has both the translation and original french. Thuogh I am only making my way through the second essay, there are several choices that the translator has made so far (and I assume there will be many more) which I disagree with. The first is his choice in the translation of the title. "Les Cocus du Vieil Art Moderne" literally means "The Cuckolding of Old Modern Art" where as his translation's title is the "the cuckolds of Antiquated modern art." Not a huge difference, and perhaps his choice of antiquated versus old has some specific reasoning, however, as we've noted in class, Dali was very specific about choosing his words, and so allowing interpretation could potentially provide problems down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second instance is in his translation of the phrase "Parce que les critiques du tres vieil arte moderne - venus des Europes plus ou moins centrales, doc de nulle part..." Which literally means "Becaucse the critics of very old modern art - come from more or less central europe, thus of nothing." His translation however is "Because it so happens that the critics of the very antiquated modern art - who come from more or less central eurpoe, in other words from nowhere..." I find it interesting his choice of the use of nowhere rather than nothing - as the two have very different connotations - though just now I've found online translators that translate nulle part into nowhere, so perhaps that's more reasonable than I'd originally thought. Still, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also a number of occurences where he changes "peinture" into "art" where the former literally means "painting." As Dali specifically uses the form "art" in the french title, one can suppose that he specifically meant painting there rather than art. The last thing for the moment is actually a note regarding both Dali and the translator, as in numbering the two types of cuckolds, dali lists them as "primo" and "secundo" which I assume would be spanish, rather than the french "premiere" and "deuxieme" however they are translated as "first" and "second" which implies that there is a lost meaning there, since, once again assuming Dali's specific choice of words the use of the spanish rather than french had a specific purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll update this again later today after I find more things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3027091541822654776?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3027091541822654776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3027091541822654776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3027091541822654776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3027091541822654776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/04/notes-on-translations-of-dali-or-why-we.html' title='Notes on translations of Dali, or why we are not quite so austentatious for reading the manuscripts in their original languages'/><author><name>Temporal Vortex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134161951345374984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3613944760509638821</id><published>2008-04-10T05:20:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:37:25.128+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetron'/><title type='text'>Poetron versus The Three Rickies, or Mr Astley...you and the super freak have some splainin' to do.</title><content type='html'>Weve know each other for so long&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;That girl is pretty wild now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a freaky scene&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you how Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;That girl's all right with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And Cuban Pete doesn't teach you in a hurry like Arthur Murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir, I'm Cuban Pete I'm the craze of my natives street&lt;br /&gt;She's a very special girl&lt;br /&gt;When I start to dance everything goes chick-chicky boom chick-chicky boom&lt;br /&gt;hey call me Cuban Pete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from Havana and theres always manana so Senorita.... Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;In a limousine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3613944760509638821?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3613944760509638821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3613944760509638821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3613944760509638821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3613944760509638821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/04/poetron-versus-three-rickies-or-mr.html' title='Poetron versus The Three Rickies, or Mr Astley...you and the super freak have some splainin&apos; to do.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-6590472260582446887</id><published>2008-04-07T04:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T04:20:44.930+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My class forges a blade of N+7 in my absence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Batches back to bats, which draw blood, along with the bancal(sword), gets costly as measured by wedge-photometers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can argue with this sort of iron-clad logic.  Wedge photometers are notoriously temperamental for blood based measurements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-6590472260582446887?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6590472260582446887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=6590472260582446887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6590472260582446887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6590472260582446887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-class-forges-blade-of-n7-in-my.html' title='My class forges a blade of N+7 in my absence.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5748707951166205140</id><published>2008-04-03T17:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:53:01.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Really? Today's Exquisite Corpses and Their N+7 Partners</title><content type='html'>Exquisite Corpse I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana is a&lt;br /&gt;Fruit bats feed&lt;br /&gt;Nightly weddings get&lt;br /&gt;Costly whores cause&lt;br /&gt;Debt accumulates quickly&lt;br /&gt;Now is the&lt;br /&gt;Time is an&lt;br /&gt;Illusion fools the&lt;br /&gt;Minds over matters&lt;br /&gt;More food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretation (both): Pre-sleep dream state thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exquisite Corpse II:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark images create&lt;br /&gt;Madness this is&lt;br /&gt;Madness means nothinglessness&lt;br /&gt;Forever never arrives&lt;br /&gt;Punctually driven clocks&lt;br /&gt;Lapse in shortterm&lt;br /&gt;Memory xenograms zoom&lt;br /&gt;Quixotic episodes delude&lt;br /&gt;Mankind has lost&lt;br /&gt;Itself when god&lt;br /&gt;Failed at life?&lt;br /&gt;No! Man won War!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretation 1: Futility of man. God failed when man discovered the secret truth. History is an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;Interpretation 2: Man won the war, but lost himself. At what cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N+7 of Exquisite Corpse I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bancal is a&lt;br /&gt;Fruiter batches feed&lt;br /&gt;Nightly wedge-photometers get&lt;br /&gt;Costly whorish cause&lt;br /&gt;Debulination accumulates quickly&lt;br /&gt;Nowel is the &lt;br /&gt;Time-deposit is an&lt;br /&gt;Illusory fools the&lt;br /&gt;Mindless over Mathiola&lt;br /&gt;More foody for&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtlessness shot mead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretation: Batches back to bats, which draw blood, along with the bancal(sword), gets costly as measured by wedge-photometers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5748707951166205140?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5748707951166205140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5748707951166205140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5748707951166205140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5748707951166205140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-really-todays-exquisite-corpses-and.html' title='Oh Really? Today&apos;s Exquisite Corpses and Their N+7 Partners'/><author><name>Temporal Vortex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134161951345374984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-653253127623281195</id><published>2008-04-03T15:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:48:39.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Cancelled 3 Apr 08</title><content type='html'>As previously indicated in the title, lads, Class Cancelled 3 Apr 08.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-653253127623281195?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/653253127623281195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=653253127623281195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/653253127623281195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/653253127623281195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/04/class-cancelled-3-apr-08.html' title='Class Cancelled 3 Apr 08'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-3062448213915465924</id><published>2008-03-12T19:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:56:00.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dada, or A users' guide to kung fu art survival</title><content type='html'>From Tuesday we know that Dada was a reaction to the belief that rational thought and culture would elevate mankind to some sort of heightened state.  The prevalent view at the time (early 19teens) was that technology, powered by logic and driven by science, would complete man as a species via enlightment and truth.  To the founders of Dada, these things had instead lead to World War I, effectively lowering mankind's status beneath possible repair.  The only response that made sense, therefore, was a complete abandonment of rational processes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their beliefs, by-laws, and boasts can be found in several "Dada Manifestos" from various members of the movement.  In particular, we focus on one by Tristan Tzara, called shockingly, &lt;a href="http://www.ralphmag.org/AR/dada.html"&gt;Dada Manifesto&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assignment for Thursday is to figure out what they meant by one of the following statements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cubism constructs a cathedral of &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; liver paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expressionism poisons &lt;i&gt;artistic &lt;/i&gt; sardines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simultaneism is still at its first &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; communion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;futurism wants to mount in an &lt;i&gt;      artistic&lt;/i&gt; lyricism-elevator &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unanism embraces allism and fishes with an &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neo-classicism discovers the good deeds of &lt;i&gt;artistic art&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paroxysm makes a trust of all &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; cheeses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultraism recommends the mixture of these seven &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creationism vorticism imagism also propose some &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; recipes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT DOES DADA DO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want you to do is pick one of these statements (e.g. ultraism recommends the mixture of these seven &lt;i&gt;artistic&lt;/i&gt; things) and decipher it.  I don't want you to draw connection willy and/or nilly like our earlier exercises, but find out what ultraism is, for example, then what they meant by the 7 artistic things and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-3062448213915465924?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3062448213915465924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=3062448213915465924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3062448213915465924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/3062448213915465924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/03/dada-or-users-guide-to-kung-fu-art.html' title='Dada, or A users&apos; guide to kung fu art survival'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-1572263459584446073</id><published>2008-03-03T22:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:55:42.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-text site with great beaudrillard reference.</title><content type='html'>I found a really good resource site for &lt;a href="http://www.continental-philosophy.org"&gt;continental philosophy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanities.uci.edu/mposter/books/Baudrillard,%20Jean%20-%20Selected%20Writings_ok.pdf"&gt;Selected writings of Jean Beaudrillard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in pdf format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacques Derrida's &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cross-x.com/vb/showthread.php?t=979701"&gt;Glas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-1572263459584446073?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1572263459584446073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=1572263459584446073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/1572263459584446073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/1572263459584446073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-text-site-with-great-beaudrillard.html' title='E-text site with great beaudrillard reference.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-1332662424855505819</id><published>2008-02-28T22:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:47:52.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GIMP:  GNU Image Manipulation Program</title><content type='html'>Since we will eventually be doing a couple of image manipulation projects, I decided to post a link to the free software, &lt;a href="http://www.gimp.org/"&gt;GIMP&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the noise reduction plug-in Matthew described today is &lt;a href="http://www.greyc.ensicaen.fr/%7Edtschump/greycstoration/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-1332662424855505819?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/1332662424855505819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=1332662424855505819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/1332662424855505819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/1332662424855505819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/02/gimp-gnu-image-manipulation-program.html' title='GIMP:  GNU Image Manipulation Program'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-6810900627719036889</id><published>2008-02-28T21:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:45:53.223+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREYCSstoration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIMP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image Processing'/><title type='text'>GREYCStoration and Fast Anisotropic Noise Reduction</title><content type='html'>The link for this can be found &lt;a href="http://www.greyc.ensicaen.fr/~dtschump/greycstoration/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GREYCstoration is an image regularization algorithm which is able to process a color image by locally removing small variations of pixel intensities while preserving significant global image features, such as edges and corners. The most direct application of image regularization is image denoising. By extension, it can also be used to inpaint or resize images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREYCstoration is based on state-of-the-art image processing methods using nonlinear multi-valued diffusion PDE's (Partial Differential Equations). This kind of method generally outperforms basic image filtering techniques (such as convolution, median filtering, etc.), classically encountered in image painting programs. Other comparable image denoising techniques are available (for instance, Noise Ninja, Neat Image ) but are not open-source, and the corresponding algorithms are kept secret. On the contrary, the source code of GREYCstoration is freely available and distributed under the CeCILL License (compatible with the well-known GPL). It gives similar results (not to say better) to existing closed-source denoising filters, and is absolutely free to use. Compared to other PDE-based regularization methods, our approach has several advantages : It performs very fast and is able to preserve thin image details since it works at a sub-pixel accuracy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The algorithm works by treating the image as a tensor field and then using a trace based PDE(Partial Differential Equation) approach to determine the curvature of each dimension of the image(Red, Green, Blue) everywhere in the image at subpixel accuracy. It then implements this through the use of a line interval convolution numerical method based around Runge-Kutta interpolation. From there it smooths the boundaries within the edges and curves so that the important data is maintained while removing the Chaffe. Examples of all sorts of wicked cool stuff that can be done with it can be found at the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few forms available for the algorithm. The two available from the developer are a standalone binary executable in which the direct parameters of the PDE may be manipulated to optimize the output of the image, or there exists a GIMP(GNU Image Manipulation Program) plugin which will allow you to vary the parameters of the standard program plus some others which are not available. It also allows for preview of a section before the entire process is performed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-6810900627719036889?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6810900627719036889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=6810900627719036889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6810900627719036889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6810900627719036889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/02/greycstoration-and-fast-anisotropic.html' title='GREYCStoration and Fast Anisotropic Noise Reduction'/><author><name>Temporal Vortex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134161951345374984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-978703838361354667</id><published>2008-02-28T16:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:39:04.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Question about Baudrillard</title><content type='html'>Titsworth, et al. state, in their recent paper &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dc9qj9k3_4fshhkmdx"&gt;The Shower Scene from Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho" as Exemplifying Baudrillards four fold simulacrum creation process&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;state:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"there is no more reality because it is impossible to define a definite starting point for any of these relations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;referring to the spawning of various simulacra from an original, real, entity.  Which proves more difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Defining a starting point for a sequence of entities, or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Determining the starting point from the sequence?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-978703838361354667?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/978703838361354667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=978703838361354667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/978703838361354667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/978703838361354667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/02/question-about-baudrillard.html' title='Question about Baudrillard'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-8627432823809234542</id><published>2008-02-28T16:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:25:11.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaudrillard Take One:  PostNeoModernisticMetaAnalysis and so on.</title><content type='html'>Is there a way to tell the difference between connections we know are fake and those we cross our fingers are real?  We spent a few weeks in the throes of "anything can be connected to anything fever" and are now dealing with the persistent symptoms of this illness (or delicious madness, as I prefer to call it).  We looked to semiotics to understand how the language we use influences the nature of the connections we make.  Now we are dining with Jean Baudrillard and discussing his choice of entrees (he insists that since duck is so commonly referenced on tables worldwide and its preparations so interchangeable that there is no longer Duck, only hyper-fowl which are indistinguishable from whatever "real" duck has become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-8627432823809234542?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8627432823809234542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=8627432823809234542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/8627432823809234542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/8627432823809234542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/02/beaudrillard-take-one.html' title='Beaudrillard Take One:  PostNeoModernisticMetaAnalysis and so on.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-6850992686796722333</id><published>2008-02-17T05:01:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T07:34:23.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semiotics, or A few things about how to talk about talking about things.</title><content type='html'>Semiotics is "a general theory of signs and symbolism, usually divided into the branches of pragmatics, semantics, and syntactics."  There...now that we've cleared that up, we can...(tires screeching, confused pedestrians snatching wayward toddlers from the paths of various runaway musclecars, fruit carts toppling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't investigate a little more closely, the definition might as well be "a pile of stuff about things for understanding stuff and things, including 1) stuff, 2) things, and 3) combinations of things and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect you to become a semiotician (or semioticist, for that matter) by Tuesday, but you need to understand and be able to discuss the basic concepts.  Keep in mind the basic diagram we made about the relationship between an artist, the work, and the viewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semiotics"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semiotics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aber.ac.uk/media/Documents/S4B/semiotic.html"&gt;http://www.aber.ac.uk/media/Documents/S4B/semiotic.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-6850992686796722333?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/6850992686796722333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=6850992686796722333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6850992686796722333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/6850992686796722333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/02/semiotics-or-how-to-talk-about-talking.html' title='Semiotics, or A few things about how to talk about talking about things.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-7685632859604095522</id><published>2008-02-17T04:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T05:00:52.079+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administrative'/><title type='text'>Calendar Setup</title><content type='html'>I am experimenting with a couple of calendar versions for the blog.  The one that is running now lets you see what you need for the next class period.  You will also have access the the entire calendar (to see everything we have done so far) through your email/calendar account.  If you don't have a calendar application linked yet, I emailed you an invitation to the class calendar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-7685632859604095522?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7685632859604095522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=7685632859604095522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7685632859604095522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7685632859604095522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/02/calendar-setup.html' title='Calendar Setup'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-2806872986678102890</id><published>2008-02-11T21:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:08:58.946+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barthelme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rather'/><title type='text'>Dan Rather is the sphinx of our time, and his riddle is “Kenneth, what is the frequency?”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.harpers.org/archive/2001/12/0075777"&gt;http://www.harpers.org/archive/2001/12/0075777&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke briefly in class about the links between one of my favorite authors, Donald Barthelme and Dan Rather, a newsman about whom I have constructed no particular opinion (except that he descends into temporary madness during election night coverage, erupting into baffling word salads that frighten all but he most hardened psychiatric professionals).  The article about it in Harpers is linked above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-2806872986678102890?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/2806872986678102890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=2806872986678102890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/2806872986678102890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/2806872986678102890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/02/dan-rather-is-sphinx-of-our-time-and.html' title='Dan Rather is the sphinx of our time, and his riddle is “Kenneth, what is the frequency?”'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-5588975122139770783</id><published>2008-02-09T21:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:13:44.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Image as Information System</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.algabrosticspastigraphy.com/josh/dali/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.algabrosticspastigraphy.com/josh/dali/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family of Marsupial Centaurs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  We can begin to apply our fairly limited set of tools to extract whatever information is lurking in this painting.   What, if anything, is the image trying to say?  In more practical terms--what, if anything, can I force the centaurs to tell me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-5588975122139770783?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5588975122139770783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=5588975122139770783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5588975122139770783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/5588975122139770783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/02/image-as-information-system.html' title='Image as Information System'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6721164677042781515.post-7576420405567036028</id><published>2008-02-08T07:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:19:39.581+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetron'/><title type='text'>Poetron, or My robot has more of the mead of poetry in his tiniest servomotor than you do in your wildest imaginings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My poetry engine, &lt;a href="http://www.algabrosticspastigraphy.com/josh/tinyscramble_2.htm"&gt;Poetron&lt;/a&gt;, takes the ideas we develop in class and applies them to text.  Here is an example of his work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After reading it, follow the link above and try out the engine yourself.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This piece is a combination of Colonel Kurtz, the Sugar Hill Gang and an underground UK breakbeat pioneer, William Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,&lt;br /&gt;I watched a snail crawl&lt;br /&gt;let's rock, you dont stop&lt;br /&gt;the edge of a straight razor and surviving.&lt;br /&gt;Crawling, slithering, along&lt;br /&gt;to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat&lt;br /&gt;well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along&lt;br /&gt;The Horror.&lt;br /&gt;the edge of a straight razor and surviving.&lt;br /&gt;That’s my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6721164677042781515-7576420405567036028?l=controlmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7576420405567036028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6721164677042781515&amp;postID=7576420405567036028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7576420405567036028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6721164677042781515/posts/default/7576420405567036028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlmachine.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-post.html' title='Poetron, or My robot has more of the mead of poetry in his tiniest servomotor than you do in your wildest imaginings.'/><author><name>The Reality Studio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538150345178044713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ohou69InPM/SpciCerhuqI/AAAAAAAAADo/TeqX995Am9s/S220/william_burroughs_372x495.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
