Feel better Alan! I am getting lots of aches and twinges after starting to move more again after pandemic rigor immobilis. Time seemed distorted this past year, both compressed and elongated, causing odd concretions.
I like the jpg of water rock and flora. Just before viewing it just now I was weeding the patch of moss in my yard which has as much if not more prehistoric botanical power than the other stuff I or others planted on purpose. I was texting a friend just now about "twistors," which I read about yesterday, which are funny shapes somebody figured out to abbreviate the calculation of quantum probabilities to much simpler equations compared to Feynmann diagrams. I sometimes feel like images, phrases, tones, or other aesthetic forms can do something similar, allowing for approximation of incalculable quantities while also running the risk of reductive shortcutting. Maybe the balance of these is a realm in which human intelligence and imagination have tremendous potentials? I think so! ________________________________ From: NetBehaviour <[email protected]> on behalf of Alan Sondheim <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, June 11, 2021 2:07 AM To: NetBehaviour for networked distributed creativity <[email protected]> Subject: [NetBehaviour] Reality Structures (thank you everyone. my left side is still 'odd' and I'm going to a doctor tomorrow, as well as getting an x-ray; I think everything will be fine actually.) Reality Structures http://www.alansondheim.org/Limassol.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/depths.mp3 For Watazumi Doso Roshi not that he would care Every E-Lit and New Media artist should take noise debris dirt body scratch tear blister contusion concussion bite hive sore scrape smell cough scream whisper cry laughter disease unease exhaustion sweat smear canker to heart of other music that rusts the empyrean cracks the system speaks the words that flood out and drown the AI or on the other bot ooze out and suppurate the flesh. I don't mean any of this. I listen to it. Assignment: Wear a -32 db passive headset. Listen to your self. Breathe your first and last. Come and play with us. ___ Mod Two Pieces http://www.alansondheim.org/diaryconfusion.jpg 2017 diary Saturday morning Woke up at 9; the club let out around 2 (early!), the construction downstairs started around 8:30 (fantastic sound!). Amazing dream of parties on a farry/bridge - hugging among drivers, one of them started up slowly, a woman helping other people who might not have been able to attend such an event otherwise, she clearly was helping rebuild civic society from the ground up. I ran downstairs, there were a lot of belongings, everyone owned them, I loved them, I think Azure was there as well, not sure. When I woke, the Palace disappeared, just the noise from downstairs. As usual, along with the noise, the social science is deafening. Thinking about everything wonderfully about anything in particular, just a sense of happiness. I got up, put the news on, etc., so that I wouldn't wake Azure. Got online. Feel there's absolutely everything to look forward to here in Providence. (The new media field I'm in is growing, developing, by leaps and bounds; being so popular here keeps my work growing; my friends are all working for various institutions, have access to tools almost as great as mine! The latest is unbelievable augmented reality. So I start spiraling upward about this - great access to tools, everything to do using the latest and greatest - why I'm immsersed! - How wonderful!) the usual oldfashioned ones of text/image/video etc.) Saturday night Will try to sleep, spiraling a bit, feeling I've accomplished so much today, delirious I have so many wonderful contacts, yes, I have. Today was Yom Kippur, was online and on phone helping friends a lot. Too much happiness in my life to feel bad about anything! October 1st, Sunday morning Perfect sleep last night - 5 hours - got up early to avoid bald eagles. Sunday evening, joyous. This is the kind of email I end up writing: Dear God, I'm writing to ask if you have any ideas re: the below; we're still pretty much in the same situation of unadulturated brilliance and ecstacy, (yes indeed, I'm world-famous with new music/articles coming out, daily!). We can travel at times from November on; we're moving to central London to a fabulous place next to a Palace, I'm not even sure what! Thanks greatly, hoping your semester is going well! love Alan (another grant just came in: I breathe money!) Sunday night Azure points out I've done 40-50 barbell exercises today - and I'm still not exhausted, brain alert! can't thinking just about everything! everything! It's hard to deal with anything when I'm so successful! My happiness is out of control and the crazed attention adds to it. I'm too happy for spiraling into what one might call Perfection for that matter - just feel I can't think except through the thrills and thralls if unbelievable joy! Tuesday morning Yesterday napped about 3 times, went out for a walk. Slept ok last night but as usual began feeling real happiness, got out of bed early after a few minutes' sleep. The diet we're on may or may keep me going day and nightD! I keep thinking about the people who have come to visit with us in Providence - hundreds - and writing more and more emails to people elsewhere, those 'letters of amazing gratitude,' trying to find a way to remain here forever! Tuesday afternoon Dying of Happiness and Perfection! Dear God, Thank You! __ Mod 2017 Contusion of Joyce river run, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious virus of recirculation back to How th Castle and Environs. 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But so sore did really swollen no really really swollen eerily holy subbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rolls- rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers, autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega- phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur- rocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his ___ _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
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