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"It’s the post-electrical age!", part 3

Here are three videos from the DECONISM talk that I mentioned in this entry from a couple of weeks ago.

The original plan was to have Derrick de Kerckhove moderate as engineer/cyborg Steve Mann, VR artist Maurice Benayoun and philosopher Pierre Levy sat in a hot tub while discussing “fictitious truth, virtual fiction, realiction, and conjured reality” as the audience sat in a room made up to look like Plato’s Cave through the use of projections. Joi Ito was going to be present via telepresence through WiFi, Boris’ laptop and an Apple iSight.

It would’ve been pretty “cyber”, if we all hadn’t been plunged into darkness earlier that afternoon.

Troopers that they were, the gentlemen pressed on with their talk. Steve seems to have a bat-utility belt full of power cells with enough juice to power incandecsent lamps, and cyborg and artistes still sat in a tub; it just wasn’t very hot nor did it have jets.

I took some videos with my Coolpix while it was still light out. Luckily, the gallery room in which the talk took place had a large skylight, which provided enough ambient light for me to capture what the room looked like.

A view of the room, including a close-up of the hot tub. (494K QuickTime) “Arr! Here be cyborgs!”

Filling the tub, requests to conserve water be damned! (164K QuickTime) Forgive the sideways shot — I was thinking like a still camera guy (are there any cheap utilities for rotating video 90 degrees?). “We must preserve our precious bodily fluids.”

The cyborgs got me! (117K QuickTime) “He’p me, he’p me, he’p me p’ease, ah been hyp-mo-tized!”

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pyGTA meeting tonight

(Sorry ’bout the short notice.)

The Greater Toronto Area Python Group will have a meeting tonight at the 519 Church Street Community Centre (519 Church Street, just north of Wellesley) at 8 p.m.. I’ll be there, as will my housemate Paul, and there’ll be a presentation on Python’s metaclasses — about which I know nothing, nada, zero, zip, honkis de konkis — so I’ll be paying extra-special attention.

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Never mind "Freddy vs. Jason" — how ’bout "Python vs. Ruby"?

Well, it’s more of a comparison than an actual battle. In comp.lang.python (Newsgroups? How charmingly retro!), Python guy Alex Martelli compares the two languages and says that their similarities outshine their differences:

Below a thin veneer of syntax differences, I find Ruby and Python amazingly similar — if I was computing the minimum spanning tree among just about any set of languages, I’m pretty sure Python and Ruby would be the first two leaves to coalesce into an intermediate node:-).

Martelli says that comparing Python to Ruby is like comparing capelli d’angelo (that’s Angel-hair pasta) to spaghettini (that’s “really skinny spaghetti”).

Of course, saying that two programming languages are very similar is a very good way to incite a flame war. Quick, Robin, to the flame-mobile!

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The best cure for an awful movie is to see a good one

To make up for the self-inflicted torture of watching Freddy vs. Jason (at least I was seeing it with people I liked), I saw American Splendor — the biography of great comic book author Harvey Pekar — with my friend Anne on Friday.

(Friday was a busy night — first the Hawksley Workman secret concert, then American Splendor, then running into my friend Lori and getting hooked up for some future accordion jazz stuff, then dancing with the girls from the Empire Sandy. Interesting stories all, and I suppose they’ll eventually get blogged.)

Paul Giamatti played an amazing Harvey, and well, Hope Davis is one of my indie film dream dates. The movie captures the spirit of Pekar’s autobiographical comics of his everyday life in Cleveland, Ohio, which take the incredibly banal and turn it into something incredibly interesting. Today’s “alternative comics” — by alternative, I mean the ones that cover quotidian life as opposed to superheroes or detectives — owe Harvey Pekar a big debt.

Recommended reading

Wouldn’t ya know it, Harvey Pekar has a blog. As does his wife Joyce and his daughter Danielle.

You may have seen the movie, but you should read the comics that inspired it!

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Accordion, Instrument of the Gods

Accordion Video Friday: better late than never!

Here’s a tribute to the late Wesley Willis, done in what I thought would be the most appropriate way: Wesley Willis style!

Photo: Still from the video where I sign a Wesley Willis tribute.

Click the image to play the video (QuickTime required, 788 KB).

In case you’re wondering about the end of the song, that’s just the way Wesley ended his songs: with a “Rock over London, Rock on Chicago,” followed by some advertising slogan such as “You’re in good hands with Allstate” or “Budweiser, the king of beers”. I thought I’d just throw in a plug for the company for which I work.

Recommended Listening

Not familiar with Wesley Willis’ work? Here’s a Shockwave Flash video that someone made for Wesley’s Merry Christmas.

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Geek Toronto (a.k.a. Accordion City)

Deep in the heart of cafe coolness

As I type this, I’m sitting at a table at the Lettieri Cafe at the corner of Queen and Spadina, where someone has been cool enough to leave an open WiFi connection.

I’m doing some PHP coding for a client. A couple of passers-by stopped to say hello. “Accordion Guy, I didn’t know you were a computer dude, I thought you were a full-time musician!” said one of them. Robbie’s just started his shift at the 24-hour hot dog stand across the street and is waving to me. I’m enjoying an excellent large moccacino and watching the streetcars and club kids go by.

I should do this more often while the weather’s still good.

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AKMA and the accordion busker

AKMA has a story about an accordion busker he saw while on the Paris Metro. Apparently, he wasn’t very good, but decided to give him some change in honour of me. Thanks, AKMA!

By the way, my first attempts at the accordion were horrible. I played for a little while at home, but it didn’t really click for me until Accordion Saturday, May 1st 1999. Maybe the Parisian accordion player has yet to have that moment.