The breakfast, lunch, and dinner of champions?
Hackers will hack anything.
Now there’s a guy who has dissolved multivitamins, oat powder, whey protein, brown rice syrup, and other things in olive oil and water to make a solution that purports to completely replace the eating of meals. His name is Rob Rhinehart, and he’s a software engineer, of all things. But that’s hacker culture these days: it doesn’t confine itself to code. Anything: life, design, our brains, gadgets, and even human nutrition are all things to be tinkered with, broken down, unlocked, re-engineered.
He calls it Soylent. He should have consulted a professional communicator first. I know which Charlton Heston movie quote is probably echoing in your mind right now, and the associations there aren’t too positive. How about Lembas? Or Mudder’s Milk? Those are some names with positive vibes and serious geek cred!
But I digress. Continue reading “This Solution Proposes to be a Solution”
If you’re an improvising musician – and if you’re doing it right – then every time you make music, I’ll be hearing your opinion on all the music you’ve ever heard. It doesn’t matter whether you’re faithfully reproducing a Classical piece from the sheet music, wailing free-jazz, or anything in between. From your song selection (or lack thereof) to your chosen approach to the songs you pick, you’re saying something about music, and about which approaches are valid, useful, and meaningful in the context of the material you’re doing.
Once upon a time there were 5 singers, on a stage, in a room, with an audience of 50. The singers knew that all improvisations, no matter how loose, need a structure – need some way for the improvisers to wordlessly understand what was expected of each other. So they had sought a structure that created a maximum of freedom for creative expression.
They had decided ahead of time whose turn it was and how the turns were going to go. And so the first singer had the silence – or the ambient noise – of the room to give an answer to, from whatever was in his heart at the moment, and from his opinion on all of music. He had freedom to do whatever he wanted, but he understood that he was beginning a process of music-making with others, and therefore considered what sound he could answer the silence with that they, in turn, could give answer to. And so, he began. Continue reading “How would an Improvised Choral Piece go?”
One of the existential strategies I like to use is to try to differentiate between what is actually real and necessary to the human experience versus what’s a cultural or societal overlay.
(Huh? What does that sentence even mean? I’ll try to illustrate.)
We all know what life is like, right? Wake up early, shower, coffee, eat, dress for work. Get in the car, drive to work. Work, eat lunch, work, mid-afternoon doldrums, coffee, work. Get in the car, drive home. Eat, maybe some entertainment or hobbies, go to bed late, sleep. Repeat. Repeat again. Do laundry, clean the house, buy groceries, maybe see a movie. Get your paycheck, pay rent, pay bills, set some aside for next month’s groceries, put some away for a rainy day. Repeat. Repeat again. Maybe take a vacation once a year, blow through some of that rainy-day money.
I mean, that’s life, isn’t it?
Or is it? One of the benefits of working in the field of international development is the constant opportunity to be reminded that life is not at all like this for many people around the world. Continue reading “Things We Take for Granted”
A friend asked me what studying with Bobby McFerrin has meant to me, musically and personally. She’d hoped to get a concise answer, one or two lines she could quote from for a piece she’s writing for me. That, apparently, was not meant to be, because here’s what I came up with:
On the one hand, I wouldn’t want to overstate how much Bobby’s been a musical influence of mine. By the time I first heard of him (around the time his album “Simple Pleasures” came out in 1988), I’d already had a bunch of formative musical experiences, written some songs, sang in my first rock bands and an a cappella group. I’d not yet gotten my real music training, nor my real introduction to Jazz. Continue reading “What Studying with Bobby McFerrin has Meant to Me”
My favorite comic book was X-Men, and all the related comics. (I used to read/collect comics. Deal.) One of the things I liked about these particular titles is also exemplified in a fight sequence from the movie “The Incredibles.” It’s not that the individual members of the X-Men team were more powerful than the foes they faced. It’s that when they trained, they practiced ways to use each members’ individual strengths to best advantage. Continue reading “Teams; or, Singing Together as Metaphor for Inter-Personal Action”