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Sunday - Maureen Forrester (1930-2010)


Mahler's Urlicht conducted by Glenn Gould


Bach's Wir eilen mit Schwachen duet w/ Lois Marshall


Mahler's Kindertotenlieder w/The Boston Symphony Orchestra - part 1 of 3 (part 2, part 3)

- L.M. 6-20-2010 5:43 am [link] [6 comments]



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found with the file names remus.jpg and spacestation.jpg

- L.M. 6-19-2010 2:22 pm [link] [add a comment]



More is more.

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found with the file names solphist1.jpg and solphist3.jpg

- L.M. 6-18-2010 5:30 am [link] [5 comments]



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found with the file names homonclus1.jpg and homonclus2.jpg

- L.M. 6-17-2010 5:18 am [link] [1 comment]



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- L.M. 6-16-2010 5:31 am [link] [2 comments]



What do you like better, Thought Bus or Cat Bus?

Thought Bus
excerpts from Mockingbird by Walter Tevis (1980)
"...nervous and excited now, [I] spoke aloud to the door. "Open," I said. And it opened! I got in and seated myself in the front seat, and set my tool box by me. Then I concentrated and thought: Take me out of the Mall and to the front of the obelisk. I pictured the place in front of the obelisk in my mind, just to make sure. And immediately the bus closed its door and began to roll.

[...]

My God! I thought. I think I know where this voice [in my head] is coming from. "But who are you?" I said.

"I am this bus. I am a Metallic Intelligence, with Kind Feelings."

"And you can read my mind?"

"Yes. But not very deeply. It disturbs you a little."

"Yes," I said aloud. My voice sounded strange.

"But it's not too bad. It's not as bad as being lonely." It was reading my mind. I tried to think to it, silently. Are you ever lonely?

"I don't mind if you talk aloud. No, I'm never lonely the way you humans are. I am always in touch, somewhere. We are a network and I am a part of it. We are not like you. Only a Make Nine is like you, alone. I have the mind of a Four, and am telepathic."

The voice in my head was soothing to me. "Would you make a light come on — a dim one?" I said. A bulb overhead began to glow softly. I looked down at my hands, at my dirty fingernails. Then I rolled up my sleeves. For some reason I was enjoying looking at my arms, at the fine, light hairs on them. "Are you as intelligent as [the cat] Biff?" I said.

"By all means," the voice said. "Biff is really stupid in most ways. It's just that she's very real — is very much a cat — and that makes her seem intelligent to you. I can read her whole mind at a glance, and there's very little there. But she feels good. She would not want to be anything other than a cat."

"And I don't feel good?"

"Most of the time you are sad and lonely. Or yearning."

"Yes," I said mournfully. "I am sad. I yearn a lot."

"And now you know it," the voice said.


Cat Bus
excerpt from My Neighbour Totoro by Hayao Miyazaki (1988)



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- sally mckay 6-15-2010 1:11 pm [link] [1 ref] [15 comments]