Saturday, December 31, 2005

a.s.c. CompuMusik poster

ancient blog entry

assorted sound confusions CD

Step right up, forks.

My second official LP recording as Steven Streight CompuMusik, entitled "assorted sound confusions" is now finished and ready to ship.

Steven Strei ass so usions"
ready to invade any sound system and make it stretch in new and bizarre ways.

Steven Streight CompuMusik
"assorted sound confusions"

(1) button to the stars (5:45)

(2) bubblegum breakbeatnik (5:31)

(3) multiphonic focal point (10:09)

(4) this is me 1 (5:59)

(5) they psycho-pharmacate (8:59)

(6) dynamic immaterialism (6:59)

(7) bubblegum breakbeatnik (riot mix) (6:22)

(8) 7 satellites (5:06)

(9) this is me 2 (5:40)

(10) desert monk meditation (7:15)

(11) new dimension disco (radio mix) (7:48)

Probably stranger than my previous album, more pop surrealism for dancehall ghost vibes. Made with an Audacity audio editor. Internet enabled digital computer music from Peoria, Illinois and Mars.

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate


Friday, December 30, 2005

breaking up via blog post

Yes, I've now seen a blog used for the ultimate purpose: to dump a lover.

Will the dumped lover post a comment? Did he read her blog frequently? Will he start now? Blog Soap Operas here we come.

blog dumping = informing a romance partner that it's The End, but doing it in a post on your blog.

How creative and exhilarating. It really cheers me up to see this innovation. Many of my readers probably recall that I hate phone conversations almost as more or much as I despise face-to-face meetings. Problem: you can't revise or link.

I vastly prefer email to telephone. I prefer blog comments, the what I call "slow chat room" aspect of the blog, to vocal/auditory conversation. I like text. I dislike talk. That's my stupid bashful vocal articulation timidity and my derridean deconstructionism rearing their large and rather ugly heads again.

So the chump visits her blog, sees the bad news, and gulps.

Does he soil himself? I hope so.

Now I shut, and you go visit Min Jung Kim.

Check out "annual break up post":

But even more amazing is some of the language in it. Ah, what exactly is "janky shit"? Man, do I love that phrase.

[QUOTE--end of the "break up post"]

No seirously. It’s not me. It *IS* you.

So no hard feelings.

I’m keeping the Cds and the bottle of Scotch.

Your janky shit is on the curb waiting for garbage pickup in the rain.

See yas.


Friends, this is pure poetry.

"waiting for garbage pickup in the rain" is a nice finishing touch.

[EDIT UPDATE]: Go read Min Jung Kim's post that I blogged about a while back: "Lifecycle of Bloggers", a description of the phases all bloggers go through as they blog with their blogs in the blog-bloated blogosphere.

What is "janky shit"?

[EDIT UPDATE]: Min Jung Kim graciously replies in a comment posted here:

Janky shit = ... everything that one tolerated while within the throes of love during the relationship but would have despised as being owned by anyone else... like for instance, if it were owned by your in-laws or the exroommate who put dogshit in the backseat of your car.

[signed] Steven Edward Streight aka Vaspers the Grate

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Joel on Java schools

Joel Spolsky, old school programmer and blog pioneer from Blogosphere 1.0/2.0 (we are now in 3.0, a bad and popular phase, moving into 4.0, and I mean Blogosphere 4.0, not Web v.2 or The Semantic Mesh or the Brazilian Skillet Net.

"The Perils of Java Schools"

I'm interested in programming, machine-language, Accelerated/Artificial Intelligence, and the dumbing down of computer science. If y'are 2, dig it up by drilling down with that deep link above. Two banana at best (easy to understand and understate), but a rich and creamy reward.

Read Joel's essay whilst listening to Aaron Spectre "Life We Promote" jungle dubstep hard breakcore glitch-rep mash.

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate

smart bloggers of Iran

Everything I've ever said about The Blog Revolution, Information Hegemony, and Free Thought is coming true in Iran. Not because of me, of course, at least not much, and if a Customs Agent is reading this right now, even if "right now" be many long days or years after I wrote this: watch out!

This is a code blog.

Every single word stands for both its signifying value and its symbolic luxury: some other word, or words.

You, Mr. Illusory Limit enforcer, can take nothing here at face value.

I may spend many paragraphs intricately describing a type of blogger, but what I'm "really" refering to is a type of government. So now you'll have to torture me to discover what government type I refer to, because you're scared it might be yours.

Welcome to code blogging.

Some day you'll probably need to switch from language to code, from meaning to meandering, from clarity to obscurity.

I will teach you how...but I have to do it in code. Being poetically lazy, I prefer to use allegory code. I speak of trees, but mean universalism. I speak of infinity, but secretly mean anarchy.

That's all I'll say now. This is how they do it. They reveal a few juicy items, then zip. Just enough to teach others how to code a text, but not enough to provide a reliable "key" to the locked ideas lurking randomly and sporadically in the midst of a dog grooming blog.

If you want to see what a Real Super Blogger looks like, and what one might tend to blog about, go see the Godfather of Iranian protest blogs:

Editor: Myself

The blog of Hossein Derakhshan. Fascinating writing and important topics for all bloggers, and I do mean all, to know about, to form opinions and policies on.

Customs agents, Hossein says in a recent post, Google people.

If you have a questionable blog, a politically outspoken blog, an extremist blog, even (God forbid) a porno blog with photos of your breasts on it like a garden variety scum witch, think:

"What would a Border Guard or Customs Agent in Turkey, China, Australia, Norway, Mexico, Cambodia, Malaysia, Canada think?"

Hossein says he watched an Invisible Line Imaginary Unnatural Boundry enforcer read his blog for, I think he said, HOURS!!! Every idea, every unusual word, every photo, was questioned and remarked upon by the Powers That Pretend To Be agent. Looking for rope to tangle Hossein in.

Using your own words and images, against you.

Think about it.

Think about bloggers, fellow fiends in the family of the global/interplanetary blogosphere, getting imprisoned or tortured for what they write in their blogs.

And we American bloggers bitch about nasty comments that hurt our hyper-sensitive, pampered, comfort-worshipping feelings. But someday, when the UN or other group succeeds in gaining regulatory control over the internet, you'll have to either leave the web, work in an underground network, or code your blog.

I've explained a great deal about Code Blogging and Crypto blogs in this blog. But you'll have to hunt to find it. So nobody's going to go to all that trouble, except for my elite corps of New Super Bloggers for Blogosphere 4.0

Thus, my secrets are safe.

Remember, in the midst of festivities through New Year's, our brother and sister bloggers in repressive environments, with fatal flowers growing all over the graves, those bloggers who have to be tough, fierce, sharp-tongued, and blogocombative.

They are working hard for Reform. Us stupid Americans are lazing soft for More Entertainment, or whatever our twisted natures demand of us.

We suck. They rock.

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate


personal blogs and murder

Here's another reason to be smart and on purpose about what you post in your blog. What you post, even innocently and unknowingly, may provide clues to a homicide or other crime. How well do you know those people you gossip about in your blog?

Criminals, and I mean people in your own neighborhood--adulterers, for example, who resort to homicide--are posting too many personal details in their blogs.

This is good. I encourage criminals to blurt out all they want. That's their right. I defend that right that allows them to spill the beans and provide prosecutors with probable motive and leads.

Blogs and conviction of murder suspects is a welcome breath of fresh air for the blogosphere. I'm all for Self-incriminating Blogging by dumb ass crooks and killers. Yeah, buddy. Bring it on.

Now check out a reference on this topic, to substiate what I'm saying. This article in Pressing Issues by Greg Mitchell:

Bizarre Murder Case Raises New Blogging Issues

[QUOTE -- Greg Mitchell]

Mom confesses that she hired two teens (she's sleeping with one of them) to kill Dad, just home from Iraq. She and her late husband both had blogs. So did their two kids. The local paper, the News & Observer in Raleigh, N.C. quoted from (and linked to) all of them in its coverage. Fair or foul?

By Greg Mitchell

(December 29, 2005) -- With so much written about blogging in the past year, it’s amazing that just now we are witnessing the kind of high-profile crime case that raises new and, some say, troubling issues about how reporters and editors should regard the very personal, yet very public, information shared on Web logs.

The case could hardly be more salacious: Paul Berkley, 46, a Navy reservist home from Iraq and Bahrain, shot by two teens in a North Raleigh, N.C., park in the middle of the night—the boys hired by the dead man’s wife, Monique, to do the deed (she said in a confession). One of the punks claims to have been sleeping with her while the deceased was serving his country.

“It's all just so ironic, isn't it? My dad was in the Middle East for months and months and didn't get shot. ... then he came home, where you'd assume he'd be much safer ... and then, all this happened.” This was a quote carried in the News & Observer of Raleigh.

It came from the blog kept by dead man’s daughter
Becky Berkley. She calls her blog MistressBecky.

The day after police charged her stepmother with killing her father, Becky wrote (the N&O told us) that she and brother Zeke were in California with their mother. "The flight was fine," she revealed. "We sat next to a man that was very nice. He gave me a book called 'Conversations With God.' "

On her blog she has discussed plastic surgery, the Holocaust, and her ex-boyfriend Latwon Johnson. Latwon was one of the boys accused of shooting her Dad. It was the other kid, Andrew Canty, who was sleeping with her step-mom.

The N&O also quoted passages from everyone else in the blog-crazy home: Monique, Zeke and the unfortunate Paul—and provided user-friendly links directly to them.

One could easily find Paul’s picture, hobbies, and final entry, from Dec. 17:

“I have been home a few days now, just got my internal clock turned to local time. I have been shopping and hanging out with family….I watched my son sing the other night in a program put on by the chorus he is in….Last night Becky and I watched Hindi movies and ate pizza. She had never seen any Hindi movies and was really amused... We also did a sentry training program called ‘shoot don't shoot’ which gives you scenarios and asks you if you would shoot the person or not. Becky didn't shoot anyone, preferring to give them the benefit of the doubt, and she was blown up or shot a few times.”

The newspaper, however,went back in time, to reveal, “When Becky was grounded last spring and not allowed to blog, a friend posted a message announcing that Becky had had her first French kiss.” But it also pointed out, more pertinently, that in her blog, Becky “makes no mention of Canty, her high school classmate, moving into their home after her father deployed to the Middle East.”

Readers, meanwhile, could study Monique’s many entries for hints about what was really going on. Someone had posted this comment on her blog last June: "Laying around in young men's arms while your husband endures the horrible heat and conditions my own husband knows all too well is disgusting. I feel for Mr. Berkley."

And reader interest, of course, is high, and no wonder. Among other bizarre details: Paul was known to keep a komodo dragon in his house. Monique had once been involved with a woman who has since had a sex-change operation and become a man. Zeke is a punk rocker who tops his MySpace blog with, “I kill for sex.” And so on.

Ted Vaden, the N&O’s public editor, revealed some negative reader feedback in a column last Sunday. "(W)hat on earth makes the weblogs of the two children newsworthy at all?" asked Hart Matthews of Durham. "Are you suggesting the boy was involved because he uses hard language to describe his punk music? Or that the girl is trying to cover something up because she's so casual? Otherwise, I just can't fathom the purpose of such a story unless it's there to exploit the victims of the crime."

A mom said publishing from Becky Berkley's blog was the same as taking her personal diary from her bedroom.

Vaden explained: “N&O editors defended the use of the family's Web site information as valuable detail that helped readers better understand the tangled relationships of this strange family. After all, it was the two Berkley teenagers who introduced Monique Berkley, their stepmother, to the men accused with her of killing Paul Berkley. Becky Berkley's blog shows that she had a crush on one of the accused.

[snip--material deleted--go visit site to read full article]

How about this one, provided by another N&O writer, Matt Dees, the same day?

Just before Christmas, an 18-year-old in Florida pleaded guilty in a drunken-driving and manslaughter case after he confessed in his blog to causing a fatal crash by grabbing the steering wheel from the passenger's seat.

He firsttold investigators he didn't recall anything, but several days after the accident, he wrote "I did it" on his blog. “He tried to take down the incriminating post,” Dees commented, “but investigators dug it up.”

Greg Mitchell (gmitchell [at] editorandpublisher [dot] com) is editor of E&P. He has a photo blog.


See, this is another example of The Blog Revolution.

Blogs are understood as a New Communication Channel ***and***Research Tool.

Employers, governments, prospective mates, border police, customs agents, local authorities may pry into your very public blog and learn things about you, your friends, your relatives, etc.

Just remember this next time you're in a big hurry to gush prolific over some bit of gossip.

Eerie Sidenote: I just noticed that I'm unable to adjust the time and date of this post. I saved it as a draft, then published the "smart bloggers of Iran" article.

I wanted to change the timestamp of this post, to make it appear at the top of my blog. I can't seem to find that function.

Has it been removed by Blogger? For security and criminal investigation reasons?

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate


Wednesday, December 28, 2005

It's okay if most blogs suck

It's okay if most blogs suck, because most people are irrelevant to any one individual.

Since the vast majority of blogs are authored by a single person, the chances of very many of these unknown strangers having anything important or interesting to say to you: almost zero.

That's beautiful, see?

It must and it shall forever be this way, as long as we think independently. If we all thought the same, we'd all love everyone else's blogs, so we'd want to visit all 38 million of them every day, and consequently, die of acute exasperation.

Since we're so different, and have different interests, all you'll ever really connect with are about 6 to 20 blogs. I speculate that beyond that limit of blog interactability, your relationship to other blogs is slight, casual, infrequent.

Each person grows more different every day from everybody else. Did you know that? With the explosion in information, and easy access to extremely wide ranges of music, art, literature, clothing, individualization is increasing at high velocity.

Exposed to the seemingly infinite variety of things on the internet, each person, as they explore their proclivities, eccentricities, and specialized tastes, goes further out on a limb in multiple directions, thus becoming more extraordinary.

Some folks claim to monitor hundreds of blogs with an RSS feed reader. I don't read as many blogs as I wish I could. I spend far more time working on projects for clients, my personal music compositions, and messing around in and out of my blogs and blog deconstructions.

So why use a feed reader to monitor hundreds of blogs? "Reading a blog through a feed reader" just sounds eerie, creepy, hampered, unnatural to me. I know some of you reading this right now are using a feed reader, rather than a browser. Weird.

Still, I keep tabs on a list of blogs, and sometimes venture out to blogs I like, and know are great, but I don't have time to visit them very often. That is sort of sad, actually, to think about all the smart blog writing I'm missing.

But I do devote special allotments of time to visiting favorite blogs, and posting comments at them. I post lots of comments at lots of other blogs and online MSM venues. That's one of the best ways to become known in the blogosphere: post tons of smart, funny, on topic, enriching, insightful comments at as many good blogs as you possibly can.

Writing your own blog is hard enough.

But to be a Real Super Blogger, you have to interact with the posting comments at other blogs.

So, I don't care if most blogs are vapid or stupid. I only need a few dozen to be worthwhile, plus a stray few here and there on topics of sudden, specialized, temporary interest to me.

If 99% of music is horrible, it's okay, as long as I can have the 1% that's great. Same with the blogosphere. When people think they're being real edgy or controversial, by declaring that most blogs suck, it makes me think they're an amateur.

What triggered this line of thought was a post by Matt Asay at InfoWorld, "What I Learned in 2005...Lesson #5: Most blogs are vapid."

If that deep link directly to the article doesn't work, you get an error message saying the article moved, just go to the home page of InfoWorld, and click on the "Cream of the Crop: Best Open Source Blogs" article.

Why is there two different titles for the article, introducing unnecessary disclarity?

He said that "most blogs are vapid".

"Vapid" means tasteless, unflavorful, bland, trite, jejune, droll, dejected, dismal, unnecessary, boring.


In the much-vaunted blogosphere, I find that people are either dull or too cowed to tell the truth undiluted. 2005 saw everyone and their dog starting a blog, but most are vapid and useless to a large audience. (That's not to say they're not important and useful to one's immediate peers.)

In open source, there are very few blogs I've found worth following. To be worth my time (and yours, I should think), the blogs need to impart real information - either objective news or, more likely, solid data gleaned from real-world experience. Most do neither. And of the two, I think the latter (i.e., experience) is more important than the news.

No one has figured out open source completely yet as a business, leaving all sorts of room for idea-sharing. That's why we started the Open Source Business Conference, and it's what any good open source blog should do.

A few people have asked me which blogs I follow. Here's a list. If you know of something worthwhile, please share, either directly (masay @ osbc . com) or in the comments. My primary objective in posting these is to elicit feedback on others I should be reading.

The List

* InfoWorld's Open Resource by Dave Rosenberg...and me. [description deleted]

* AC/OS. [description deleted]

* Nick Carr's Rough Type. [description deleted]

* Jonathan Schwartz's blog. [description deleted]

* Infectious Greed by Paul Kedrosky. [description deleted]

* Zack Urlocker's Open Force. [description deleted]

* O'Reilly Radar. [description deleted]

* Stephen Walli's blog ("Once more into the breach.") [description deleted]

There are a few more that I've either just started to track (like Mark de Visser's blog focusing on open source marketing and Stephen O'Grady's Tecosystems), or only sporadically track (like ZDNet's Between the Lines, which is filled with a lot of stuff that I don't care about), but that's pretty much the core list.

As far as news feeds, I subscribe to Linux Today, The Register (Hilarious and cynical), BusinessWeek, eWeek Linux, and a few others. But I can get the news anywhere - I like the commentary-style RSS feeds the most.

[snip: he goes on to mention blogs he used to read.]

Posted by Matt Asay on December 28, 2005 02:42 PM


And comment that I posted there a few minutes ago:


This is why I coined the term "bloatosphere", to describe the legit, valuable blogs, plus the blubbery wastelands of pseudo blogs, con blogs, link farms, character blogs, drivel blogs, and blogoid objects (sites that claim to be blogs, but have few genuine blog characteristics, like comments).

I don't use a feed reader, though I do have the Firefox extension, the Wizz RSS 2.0.4, just no need to use it yet.

"Blogrolls, the new feed reader," as Evan Williams recently said.

I only visit a handful of blogs with any regularity. I have many blogs in my blogroll, but just so it's easy to visit them when I might rarely need to.

That's okay. Most telephone numbers are worthless to me, too.

steven streight aka vaspers the grate
11:44 PM, Wednesday, December 28, 2005


Tuesday, December 27, 2005

aaron spectre breakcore

aaron spectre

"Live at Leipzig Mashit"

"Life We Promote"

"No More Destruction"

"Live at Brussels Breakcore Give Me Wood"

"Live at London Electrowerkz Mega Bass Robo Orgy (June 3, 2005) MBRO"



ragga jungle breakcore dubstep mix mashup

turntable deconstructions

controlled sonic anarchy ramifications

bloggers and poets at BCV

My contemplative, deep blogology mini-article, entitled "bloggers and poets", along with my "between sun and star" digital art, has, at long last, now been published at Blog Core Values.

music is the opposite of death

Only living entities, from computers to crickets, can make music. It's a known fact, attested to by all living and dead composers. Music is a production caused by a life form in motion, vibration, or other frenzy.

What's "noise" and "chaos" to one generation is a sedate sleep-soundtrack to the next.

But to make music, there must be animation, life, movement.

The wind, an alive creature with a mind of its own and a great propensity for self-replication and general hell-raising, whistles through trees.

The moon moves the tides and makes splashing sounds on the shore.

NASA space probes and satellites pick up radio wave signals from passing comets, asteroids, and planets.

Everything is making noise. By virtue of containing a thumping heart, you have a beat. The sound of silence is loud, the internal noise of the human endosphere, as John Cage discovered to his delight.

Music is everywhere, and it doesn't always conform to human musicological theory. Iannis Xenakis, a great electronic and glissando composer from Greece, invented the theory of "stochastic music" to explain and imitate the seemingly steady yet random patterns of rain striking a tin roof.

How do the crickets, cicadas, and other chirping, clicking creatures harmonize at night in a concert performance that rivals such gentle noise bands as Soviet France and Lt. Caramel?

I'm tired of this topic now, but that's how CompuMusik was born. I throw a whole bunch of sporadic sounds and temerous tones together, sometimes with a hard beat, a techno drive mechanism to go forward fast.

CompuMusik is a continuation of the desire to record, imitate, and utilize all sounds in the universe: from amoeba splitting to galaxies colliding. Not there yet, but getting closer every nanosecond.

It seems, according to my discovery a couple days ago of Aaron Spectre ragga jungle dubstep breakcore mix mashups, my music has a lot of affinity with some forms of current NYC, London, Berlin dj club sets, as far as random noises mixing in perfectly with broken bass beats and glitch repetitions.

My CompuMusik is not quite as fast and jerky as this A.S. drumcorps music, having a more techno and ambient orientation.

FREE copy of my new CD:

send me your land address. I'm getting ready to mail the next batch. You might as well climb aboard my delivery list.

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate


Monday, December 26, 2005

Terrorists fear the blogosphere

Why do terrorists fear the blogosphere?

Because anyone

can publish anything and be read by the entire world.

The Blogosphere has no central authority control tyrant. There is no puppet master. You can start any blog you want, with whatever design and colors and art you want, and write whatever you want, at least in the nations of the Free World.

You can start a blog, which is a Universal Communication-Interaction Platform. You are now online. You have a web presence, a node on the internet, a hub of information about or by you. YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

The Blog Revolution is the Quantum Leap of Two Way Communication for All. Its the Democratization of Web Content. The Rise of the Individual against and beyond the MSM Information Hegemony.

The people have declared Information War on the Powers That Pretend To Be.

Blogs enable Self Expression to a Global Audience. Or at least friends, family, and the stray web surfer who stumbles on it via a Google search on a keyword that appears often in your blog.

What's troublesome is that blogs can do more than enable Non-conformist, Radical Ideology self-expression.

Blogs, in the wrong hands, can also expose the lies and hidden agendas of corrupt governments and outlaw thugs. Or of sleazy con artists.

As everyone now knows, terrorists tend to be decentralized, random associations of like-minded violent haters of "whatever", whatever is not them, whether they're Ku Klux Klan, Al Queda, or Islamophobic Crusaders.

Hatred of America, Judeo-Christianity, Existentialism, Scientific Rationalism, Abstract Art, Noise Music, Diversity, Democracy, and Free Thought and Voluntarist Association.

Terrorists, cults, rogue regimes, irrelevant organizations, sleazy operations don't want the world to be blogified into an extreme transparency, for then their true selves will be on display.

Blogistic Transparency Transformation: It's already happening all over the world. It's too late to stop it, though the United Nations is trying to gain control of the internet.

But until some Power That Pretends To Be does indeed regiment, regulate, and ruin the internet, we have a wild wild west type bonanza of independent thoughts and radicalized blogging.

Nothing can remain hidden anymore. If anyone knows something, and you made the mistake of messing with them to the nth degree, that something they know may come back to haunt you.

An obscure individual can reveal something that causes an entire civilization to collapse.

A single statement can cause a megacorporation to begin to decline into nothingness.

One stray fact can launch the process that causes a government to lose its iron grip on its mind slaves.

One voice.

Shouting, ranting, or engaging in gentle blogocombat. Or brutal debate.

One, just one single lonely blogger could strike the blow that sparks the instantaneous irrelevance, and ultimate disintegration, of a rogue regime or a cultish religiosity.

Bloggers encourage discussion. Good bloggers specifically ask their readers to state their opinions on various topics. The easy-to-use comment form is like writing and sending an email. It's that simple. This lowly little function is the keystone of the entire New Media edifice.

Blogger writes something. You read it. You disagree. Maybe you even hate this blogger now, due to something he said. You seethe with rage. You pound your fist on the table, scaring the cat.

But, take heart, violent reader: you may express your outrage, and your more enlightened point of view, through the thoughtful and convenient Blog Comment function.

This is what misanthropic corporations and dictatorial organizations despise. The humble little comment function. To comment is to think, often in a very different fashion than what you read in the blog post.

Thus, to post a comment, is a colossal act of democratic liberty. For you to post a comment, to interact with, to question, condemn, or praise the blog author, you must be thinking. Thinking along the same, or different, lines of the author, but thinking indeed. Thinking clearly enough to articulate your thoughts in writing.

This is the Revolutionist's Perpetual Creed:

"Thinking clearly enough to articulate thoughts in writing."

This is what they hate. This is why terrorists hate and fear the bloggers. Bloggers tend to be sharp tongued and smart mouthed. Like me.

Mind-controllers cringe at the thought of people thinking clearly enough to articulate their thoughts, which they shouldn't be having in the first place, in writing, which spells all sorts of trouble.

Talking with eloquent speech is fine and admired. But putting dangerous, troublesome, scandalous, non-conformist thoughts in writing, to preserve and distribute them in an inscribed text format, this is greatly feared.

Tyrants fear writing more than talking.

Heck, even normal people fear writing. Want proof? Take a clipboad with a pad of paper attached, or a big fat spiral notebook, to the next bar, party, or visit to a friend's house. While everyone is doing their normal activities, scribble anything onto the pad or into the notebook. See what happens.

"What are you writing?" will come at you first. Or the variant: "Why are you taking notes?"

Next: "Have you written anything about me?" is hopefully or disdainfully asked.

If you say, "No, you're too boring", that won't make anybody like you much. If you say, "Yes", but refuse to tell them or show them, you're in an awful quandry in this case also.

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Iranian bloggers rock hard

Bloggers in Iran don't need "music" to "rock" hard.

They're doing it, the rocking hard, in their blogs.

Iranian blogs, according to MSM sources like Times Online, are wild, irreverent, and outspoken. Check out this recent article, for which I hope to later post my own commentary to here at VTG.

"Mullahs versus the bloggers"

Iran is going to blow sky high soon, in a mental freedom explosion that will rock the universe.


Free Art.

Self Expression.

Radical Thought.

Elimination of Poverty and War.

Equality of Communication Channels.

Private Access to Universalized Media.

The Blog Revolution.

Creative Imagination cannot be suppressed for long.

Not even by the

Thought Tyranny Trinity


...which are the three means by which rogue regimes seek to confuse and control their passive subjects.

Bloggers in Iran now can't legally listen to "Western music".

Bah! So what?

It's not their lack of access to the songs of Britney Spears, Throbbing Gristle, or Bob Dylan that bothers me.

Most of our music sucks anyway, so that's no real loss. You know what music I like and how I make electronic soundscapes. The music I like, or that which I make, is great, but all the rest sucks.

Banning "Western music" (Hindu ragas and Buddhist chant drones are still okay?) in Iran angers me not due to what allegedly "great music" that can no longer be sold in Iranian record stores.

Now the Iranian students, youth, and revolutionaries can get busy with inventing a Hot New Musical Style and Content. They must, and they shall, do this to commemorate the occasion of Internal Jukeboxing and to herald the arrival of the Swinging New Iran Revolt Sound.

Here's my Merry Christ-mass gift to Iran, my personal instructions for the...

Musical Overthrow of
Bad Governments

(1.) Do It Yourself.

Make your own electronic digital computer, or primitive acoustic, music.

Call it Iranian People's New Dawn Music or similar, with friendly overthrow overtones.

You don't even have to buy any musical instruments: you can use online virtual instruments, like the Audacity Audio Editor or various "softsynths" (software synthesizers). Or perform on simple, easily disguised, home-made instruments.

(2.) Distribute Your Music on the Net.

Make free legal mp3s of your Iranian Revolutionary Music available on Net Labels, via Amazon dot com, and other free sample sites. Please don't post excerpt clip samples. Post mp3s of complete, entire songs, even if they're long. Many net label artists post entire album length CDs, brand new projects, for FREE online.

"Get rich by being insanely generous" is the web-savvy Internet Marketing Wisdom successfully applied by everyone from Microsoft and Apple Computer to Rene Vis and CompuMusik.

(I love it when I download an mp3 and it turns out to be a 59 minute flow of live or studio material--when the band is really good.

Aaron Spectre

psycho hardcore ragga jungle breakcore dubstep mix mashups downloads fall into this category, especially his "Live at Brussels Breakcore Give Me Wood" and the spectacular, super-aggressive masterpiece: "Life We Promote" London performance.)

Your Iranian Happiness-in-Freedom Music is much more to be dreaded by repressive regimes than stupid "Western music" (mostly singing about sex, materialistic trinkets, physical baubles, being lonely, drug highs, or how lousy the boss is at work).

(3.) Post MP3s of Your Music on Your Blog.

As soon as I lick the problem of getting my CompuMusik mp3s hosted on a reliable, large-file size per song server, I'll tell you more on how to do this.

Currently, I'm only at the stage of Creating WAV Files on Audacity, Exporting WAV Files to iTunes Library, and Converting WAV to MP3 File. I still cannot seem to find the MP3 conversion so as to upload it to a host site, like Archives dot org or FileLodge.

If, like me, you aren't geeky enough *yet* to post mp3s of your music on your blog, offer to land mail CDs to your readers. I do it for free, but that's because I'm stinking filthy rich.

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate

"Will the denizens of hell cast
any shadows on those of us
who wind up somehow in heaven?"


Friday, December 23, 2005

ambient pop chill music

For fans of composer Arvo Part, early Tangerine Dream, Popul Vuh, Flying Saucer Attack, Bardo Pond, SciFlyer, Starflyer 59, Klaz, early Sufjan Stevens noise experiments, Philip Glass, The Weird Weeds, Coastal: the minimalistic chill out drones of...


My Tarentel #1 playlist:

* Every Possibility the Next Thing to a Certainty
* Blessed/Cursed (edit)
* Beat Song (live)
* It's in you right now, just get still, think about it, I am light-filled
* Wheel Within a Wheel
* Put It On the Ground
* Hello! We Move Through Weather
* Get Away from Me You Clouds of Doom (live)
* Golden State

This is what I'm listening to right now, at track "It's in you right now...". Very sluggish, slow, lethargic background music for Christmas present wrapping or computer typing.

Music slowed to a crawl, gentle waves of drifting tone zones, with a few abrasivities mixed in low here and there.


If Thousands

Shoe-gazer: (soothing or exciting) self-absorbent sounds. Classical-electro-chill pulsations. Far more melodic and "musical" than the drone dirges of Tarentel. This band is ambient jazz/muffled industrial minimalism with frequent big reverberating echo guitar tones.

My IF THOUSANDS playlist:

* With a voice as big as a tree
* twelve into none
* io
* traffic
* with all the saints
* to shine on him one last time
* your weight
* The Daylight & The Sun (from Silber Records mp3s)

(I downloaded everything off this page. Mostly mellow type reverby murkiness and slow guitar soft rock.

Both bands present dreamy, melt down music for unwinding or rewinding your worn out self late at night while the children sleep and you wrap gifts, or rap online with your friends via Google Talk/VOIP, IM, blog comments, email, wikis, chat rooms, web forums, email discussion lists, or texting.

I think you'll find this Free, Legal mp3 downloadable music to be just the thing to soothe your tired nerves and frazzled bones and tangled muscles.


Yule thank me later, gator!

P.S. More gentle guitar/vocal music at The Rivulets mp3s:

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate

all blogs contain crypto-text

Some "blogologist" comes up to you, interrupts your reveries, and boldly declares to you:

all blogs contain crypto-text.

Okay. I'll be transparent and authentic: the hypothetical blogologist is me, Vaspers the G, and furthermore, I'm not telling you anything new here.

By "crypto-text", I refer to text, or wording, that seems mysterious, looks alien, is "wrong", and cannot be taken for what it is.

Crypto-Text is any writing (not speech, which as Derrida insists, is inferior and posterior to writing) that must thus be Translated, Interpreted, Corrected, Revised, Substituted With Something Other Word, in order to "make sense", according to user expectations of language rules and right spelling.

It's all so painlessly clear what I'm leading on to.

You may be dismissive of this missive and move on, if you wish.

You've all seen the studies that demonstrate that you can scramble the letters in a wodr, an d everyone will know what word you meant. It's almost magic, a transformation of an error instaneously into its opposite, the "correct word", the one that supposedly was "meant" by the "author".

College lit students know all about The Death of the Author and the deconstructionist position on how text generates more text, with little of any "author"'s external self or history muddying the waters of the flow, at least not in any rigorous, analytical sense. The proof of the fallibility and non-personal nature of most writing is the careless flaw, the outrageously obvious contradiction, the internal corruption that is found in all textual entities. (This I learned from Jacques Derrida.)

Flocks, this is a vary serious inditement of language in itself. That we cd scramble or truncate or deharsh a wored, and we all still know what word, and corresponding thought or idea, was "intended" by the author.

Notice how many wirds I've scrambled, or actually not scrambled, but simly mis-spelled.

My long-time readers know that when I allow a "typo" (truncated form of "typographical error") to stand in a blog post, I refrained from revising, correcting it, because it somehow serves a clandestinated purpose. It is "under cover" of mis-spelling, distraction, bad reaction, so it can do its job without anyone noticing.

The "typo" will be allowed to persist, to exist, to have life, because readers will simply Mentally Fill In the correct spelling and meaning, and move on, giving it no further thought. This enables the alleged "mistake" to loiter in the background, relishing its increased freedom and force.

Want to see some crypto-text, a very my'lled version of it?

Look at my post "How to Fix Tim Berners-Lee's new blog". See that quote by Tim B-L? He uses the word "to" when he must certainly mean "do" most certainly means "do". He does it twice. See them?

I also used "to", as in "Derrida...was probably to sick to deal with any online anything...", when I should have spelled it with another "o", as the correct spelling of "too", meaning "of extreme and consequently, unbearable or unimaginable, magnitude", the word "too" (not the alternate "also" meaning), when used in such phrases as "too sick" or "too beautiful" or "too expensive", carries in its inner core a condemnation, a warning of excess and extravagance.

Have you noticed how you automatically fill in the "correct" word when you see "typos" in blog posts?

I once read somewhere, early in my internet explorations, of the Mandatory Web Typo Rule: if there are no typos in your onloin text, it means you're unprofessional.

No typos = Non-professional?

Typos = Mandatory?

The reasoning: if your online techst has no typos in it, it means you spent a lot of time polishing and perfecting it, thus, you have nothing better to do, no deadlines to meet, thus you're just a loser, an unemployed loafer.

Ypots occur when typos mis-occur. A "ypot" is the opposite of a "typo".

A "ypot" is not "typo" spelled backward, so while it's the opposite of a "typo", it is more than just the simple reverse of a typo. The reverse of a typo would be a correctly spelled word or the correct place.

A "ypot" is a perfectly spelled word, a well formulated phrase, even a correctly structured sentence...but in the wrong location. Or at variance, in conflict, with the context within which it exists.

It happens when you revise a paragraph. You change a sentence, probably expanding it, or adding to it, to clarify something. But in doing so, you also affect the sentences before and after what you just changed. Sometimes singulars and plurals get jumbled. Other times, two words are sitting next to each other, making one redundant.

Or a "ypot" could be when you highlight and delete some text, but went one word or two shy of what you meant to delete. So you have a little word or phrase sitting there, disconnected from the vanished rest of its context.

For example, a sentence could be malformed with a "ypot" and look like this: "We didn't find any books documents of hers in the basement boxes." It's obvious that the original sentence had "books" and the word "documents" was added as a better term for what they were really searching for, and the author forgot to delete "books" because he was in a big gigobyte hurry.

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate

Thursday, December 22, 2005

How to fix Tim Berners-Lee's new blog

The new Tim Berners-Lee blog of web inventor, and pioneer of normative web standards and practices, Tim Berners-Lee, has a problem.

His blog is brilliant, but also broken.

[EDIT UPDATE: Actually, this is Tim's second blog, not his first. He is the First Blogger in History, with his "What's New" page, according to Meatball Wiki.]


[QUOTE--by Tim Berners-Lee]

Now in 2005, we have blogs and wikis, and the fact that they are so popular makes me feel I wasn't crazy to think people needed a creative space.

In the mean time, I have had the luxury of having a web site which I have write access, and I've used tools like Amaya and Nvu, which allow direct editing of web pages. With these, I haven't felt the urge to blog with blogging tools. Effectively my blog has been the Design Issues series of technical articles.

That said, it is nice to have a machine to the administrative work of handling the navigation bars and comment buttons and so on, and it is nice to edit in a mode in which you can to limited damage to the site. So I am going to try this blog thing using blog tools. So this is for all the people who have been saying I ought to have a blog.



Comment overload, most, according to Tim, just saying "Thanks for inventing the worldwide web and for finally joining the blogosphere!"

Thousands of comments like this are not valuable user-generated content. It's not Tim's fault that so many fans wanted to get there name and URL attached to the official Tim Berners-Lee personal blog. This, I believe, is a Net Narcissism Necropathy dementia, against which one must be inoculated.

For selfish and only slightly appreciative reasons, thousands flocked to his blog, bloated the poor thing instantaneously, and now the comment function had to be shut down. Good going, you retarded robots.

I have but one feeble, ridiculous suggestion for possibly fixing this blog, so it can open for reader comments again.

THE FIX: Begin to blog in a murky, cryptic, eccentric, elusive, evocative, allegorical, metaphysical manner. This tactic is designed to ward off the casual glory-seeker and nosey busybody. This will be difficult to converse with, but not preventing conversation itself.

EDIT UPDATE: Tim should also enable both a captcha (word/image verification), though that would violate his accessibility goals I'm sure. Then, in that case, maybe try Comment Moderation, delete the fluff comments, and publish the gems. Like what I might write someday.

Blog in a slyly complex crypto-tech language, tossing around undefined neologisms like flowers on fire.

This is how I reduce my enormous comment overloads from a whopping 14 comments per post (cpp) to a more easily handled 2 or 3.

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate


Totality vs Infinity

This bizarre and massively super-intelligent book by a Talmudic analyst and ethicist philosopher, Emmanuel Levinas, the colossal Totality and Infinity, hit me harder than almost any other book in this world.

book battle zone

I was carrying this Totality and Infinity book in my neighborhood in the Lower East Side of New York City, back in 1987, when some convert-craving cultists, some strange chant-crazy, magic formula, vain repetition Pseudo Buddhist Mantraists confronted me, begging me to just one time say what in translation to English would be something akin to "I praise The Lotus of the True Law as the right guide to life."

They, these pseudo-metaphysical fiends, accumulated in an apartment right behind mine, which was on First Avenue and 13th Street, near WGAF saloon, not far from where Ronald Reagan's son lived. Mostly Puerto Ricans on my block, with a little television on the sidewalk when a ball game was on, in the summer, almost tripped over the long extension cord.

And when the Pseudo Buddhists (not the Puerto Ricans) were amassed, they would launch into group chanting, eery, conformist, traditional, unenlightened, obsessive, loud, almost musical, but unwanted, sinced I had plenty of my own electronic music to listen to then, and thus, didn't need to hear their melodic maniacal team chant exercises.

I clutched my book tighter. Totality and Infinity was my companion and confidante, my shield and filter, my combat buddy.

I had no such confidence in these freaks. Couldn't they see what I was reading? Surely they glanced at it, glared at the title. They must have seen it, as I kept waving it like a flaming sword against all their brainwashed obedience and proselytizing zeal.

(Ironically, I think very highly of both books, and had no wish to see their surrogates clash like this.)

What is Totality and why
is it the opposite of Infinity?

Totality and Infinity ranks, to my mind, both as Pure Literature and as Ethicist Philosophy, right up there with 1984 by George Orwell, Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, Nichomachean Ethics by Aristotle, Gorgias by Plato, Writing and Difference by Jacques Derrida, A Heart under a Cassock by Arthur Rimbaud, Exercises in Style by Raymond Queneau, The Blue and Brown Notebooks of Ludwig Wittgenstein, Djinn by Alain Robbes-Grillet, and the amazing Mahayana Buddhist text The Lotus of the True Law.

My dumbed-down (for my benefit, for my personal later reading pleasure, and not a slur on you, gentle/violent reader), mini-review of Totality and Infinity would be:

Totality and Infinity is a majestically aggressive assault on the addictive narcotic of Narcissism, and its secret evil twin, Conformity.

Levinas, through this book, taught me permanently how the needs of my neighbor (the "other") pre-date, occur prior to, my own existence; thus I am, and so is everyone else, born to serve, not to indulge my own every whim, as though the universe's primary purpose is to please me.

Then he took me to the Realm of Higher Creeds, and showed me, through a deeply turbulent, turgid, and nearly impenetrable writing style, how Totalizers seek to control others, while Infinitizers seek to destroy all limits for all good things, including thought.

Totalizers are mediocre, Infinitizers are innovators. Totalizers manage. Infinitizers create. Totalizers complain. Infinitizers champion.

Thus ends the Vaspers the Grate review of Totality and Infinity by Emmanuel Levinas, a friend and colleague of Jacques Derrida and Maurice Blanchot.

It mightily depresses me to think that I was so deeply and irrevocably influenced by these three giants of literature and philosophy, ethicists all, and yet never contacted them before they died. I tried to find Derrida's email address, but by the time I wrote to him, his addy had changed, and probably he was to sick to deal with online anything anymore.

Now let's go to my favorite web site, shall we?

Amazon dot com, and what's really funny about this being my favorite site: I have never ordered anything online, and because of the dangers of identity theft/spoofing, I never will. I preach against online shopping and online transactions of medical or financial data, because no corporations are sufficiently protecting customer files.

But I like Amazon's free music mp3 downloads, and how I can read several pages of a book prior to buying it.

Plus, it's a major part of my job as a web usability specialist to study and interact with the top traffic sites, which set web norms and user expectations for the rest of the web and blogosphere.

So here's the first review on an Amazon dot com page for the Emmanuel Levinas book, Totality and Infinity.


Beyond Being, May 22, 2000 Reviewer: Eric Mullis (Charlotte, N.C.)

A very difficult and interesting work [Totality and Infinity by Emmanuel Levinas].

Levinas' prose is complex and often seemingly contradictory. Why is this so? Levinas struggles with a language that very often glosses over the radical alterity of the other.

Traditionally, western philosophy has relegated all beings to Being, the stuff from which all things, or beings, spring. Levinas wants to suggest that in doing so, western philosophy has ignored the complex and often difficult relationships that exist between individuals.

Specifically, Levinas addresses the ontology of Martin Heidegger which reduces the other's importance by giving priority to Being, or Totality.

The other, however, points beyond Being and towards infinity. The idea of the infinite is drawn from Descartes' third meditation in which he describes this fundamental idea that we all have.

Levinas carries on this line of thought by emphasizing the other that shatters the supposed totality of Being and consequently creates an necessarily ethical relationship. Wonderfully, Levinas' work acts as an other that continually challenges the reader as do the relationships in everyday life.


"O heedless creature"

poem by Vaspers the Grate

O heedless creature
enthralled with sundry delights,
ferociously chasing
uneven evaporations:

What does your unknown
expiration date
mean to you?

When you think about how
you could abruptly die
at any random moment?

Or could just as suddenly,
without a single warning,
begin a long, tortured
spin-down spiral
into an unseemly
whirlpool of anguish
and mind-boggling pain,
accentuated with absolute

The other side of that ugly
and dreaded reality is
full of hope and trust,
truth and goodness,
but what about
that final phase?
that lasting trace?
your death-refrigerated face?

What will unexpectedly come
creeping out of your skinbag,
smirking at all who encounter it,
slithering in a senile imposture,
slobbering, violent, blind,
when nothing remains of Present Mind?

How will your horrified
wife, children, siblings,
as onlookers purveying
an astonishing scene,
view your Final Self
in all its macabre,
in all its repulsively
insane insatiability?

Work on sanity, clarity,
spirituality now...

before the worst in you
necessarily, monstrously
begins to come out,
in your last days on earth.

Wretch, now what's that worth?

[signed] Steven Streight aka Vaspers the Grate



Merry Christ Mass Everyone!

Happy Hanuka!

And happy...whatever the Buddhists, Muslims, Jains, Zorasterians, Hindus, Dialectical Materialists, Evolutionists, Secular Humanists, UFO Cultists, Scientologists, and Dutch are doing during our American holidays!


Hugo Ball pre-blog dada diarist

Before there were online journals and blogs, people expressed their intimate or theoretical thoughts in book format diaries. These were generally made of cardboard, paper, ink, and glue.

Very few people could read these old fashioned curiosities called "books", unless they were printed, bound, and distributed. This cost a great deal of money, unlike the free publishing we have in blogs.

Even worse, the only way a reader could interact with the "book" was by underlining, circling, highlighting, or scribbling notes in the margins.

There were these primitive ways of interacting with the text, but not with the author. To interact with the author, to make a comment, to present a remark, you had to use a letter or a phone. But then the text was not usually there, present, like it is in a blog and its comment posting system.

Still, many great writers of the past tried their hand at this "pre-blog blogging" or physical realm journaling.

Hugo Ball was no exception. His haircut cut across the face of the earth, leaving it needing nothing more than bleeding. Such was the Dada Revolution, strange juxtapositions and fancy loops of what ticks and sticks.

Hugo Ball's Dada Diaries

from Prologue: The Backdrop

(the first pages of his diary)


The world and society in 1913 looked like this: life is completely confined and shackled. A kind of economic fatalism prevails; each individual, whether he resists or not, is assigned a specific role and with it his interests and his character.

The church is regarded as a "redemption factory" of little importance, literature as a safety valve. It makes no difference how this situation came about; it exists and no one can escape from it.

The consequences, for instance in the event of a war, are not encouraging. The masses will then be sent out to adjust the birth rate. The most burning question day and night is this: "Is there anywhere a force that is strong enough and above all vital enough to put an end to this state of affairs?"

And if not, how can one escape it? A man's mind can be trained and adapted. But can a man's heart be appeased to such an extent that we will be able to predict his emotional reactions? ...

* * * * * * * *

...The machine gives a kind of sham life to dead matter. It moves matter. It is a specter. It joins matter together, and in so doing reveals some kind of rationalism. Thus it is death, working systematically, counterfeiting life....Anyone who lasts a lifetime near such a machine must be a hero, or must be crushed. We cannot expect any spontaneous feelings from such a creature. A walk through a prison cannot be so horrifying as a walk through the noisy workroom of a modern printing shop. The animal sounds, the stinking liquids. All the senses focused on what is bestial, monstrous, and yet unreal....

...The war is based on a crass error. Men have been mistaken for machines. Machines, not men, should be decimated. At some future date, when only the machines march, things will be better. Then everyone will be right to rejoice when they all demolish each other...

...Do not attack abstractions and doctrines. Everyone thinks what he wants to about them, and many abstruse words are used. Attack prominent people and events. One single sentence is enough; it does not have to be the whole system.

...Something is rotten and senile in the world....There is need for a widespread conspiracy of eternal youth to defend everything noble....