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Stroke of Insight

Jill Bolte Taylor’s stroke of insight: “I knew I was no longer the choreographer of my life…”

And on what it is like to have a left hemisphere stroke: “And in that moment, my brain chatter — my left hemisphere brain chatter — went totally silent. Just like someone took a remote control and pushed the mute button. Total silence. And at first I was shocked to find myself inside of a silent mind. But then I was immediately captivated by the magnificence of the energy around me. And because I could no longer identify the boundaries of my body, I felt enormous and expansive. I felt at one with all the energy that was, and it was beautiful there.”

Spring Tulips

Spring Tulips

It’s finally spring.

Mykala’s Laptop

Mykala’s Laptop

After nearly 7 years accident free, Mykala accidentally spilled coffee on her laptop. We took it apart, cleaned the entire thing, put it back together, and it worked… for 4 minutes. This is the last picture of the laptop before it went to the laptop farm. We will miss you, you were a wonderful computer.

Playfulness and Ive

With Scott Forstall out and Jonathan Ive now oveerseeing interface design as a part of his duties as benevolent head of Industrial Design at Apple, one can be pretty certain that rich Corinthian leather and green felt will be expunged from future software. (And yes, those examples are just how it looks, not how it works.)

Anticipating a reduction in user interface “exuberance” at Apple, The Talk Show #39 discussed concerns of a loss of “playfulness” with Ive in charge. Such speculation made me remember Peter Burrows’ 2006 piece Who Is Jonathan Ive?:

During an internship with design consultancy Roberts Weaver Group, he created a pen that had a ball and clip mechanism on top, for no purpose other than to give the owner something to fiddle with. “It immediately became the owner’s prize possession, something you always wanted to play with,” recalls Grinyer, a Roberts Weaver staffer at the time. “We began to call it ‘having Jony-ness,’ an extra something that would tap into the product’s underlying emotion.”

That sure sounds like playfulness to me.

Squander

Watching the world turn upside down in the era of constant information:

In theory, big countries should dominate all sports because they have the biggest talent pool. But they don’t, because societies squander their talent.

Chopin, Op. 58

Let’s see, well I don’t know enough about classical music to correctly name this piece, but the one I’m listening to right now is performed by Lang Lang and is called Chopin - Piano Sonata No. 3 in B minor, Op. 58, III. Largo. Ok, well now I feel guilty and I need to sort out this title. Ok, off to Wikipedia.

I’m back. Sonata comes from the Latin, by way of Italy, meaning “to sound” — a piece of music played and not sung. In this case, though, the piece I’m listening to is from a particular and famous “Sonata” by Frédéric Chopin—from what I can gather, he was so good that he gets to capitalize the “s” in his Sonatas. It would be like if the Beatles had released Album 3, I think. B minor, the key, of course. Now here’s the part where I’m a little fuzzy. “Op. 58, III. Largo” — ok: “Op.” abbreviates “opus” meaning “work” and is a numbering scheme. So, much like I have ids in my database for entries here on tumbledry, it’s a bit like that… and just as mine are inconsistent and not necessarily in chronological order, so too are opus numbering schemes. Wrapping things up, “III.” means movement three, and the title for the movement is “Largo”.

And after that dreadful introduction, the point is, there’s a part of this song that has stupefied my brain. Blown my mind. Depending on who is playing, it’s usually about 3 minutes in — I really really like how Lang Lang slows it down, and the modern recording quality make it a huge delight to listen to. I can NOT find it on YouTube, and I am really sorry for that. Ugh. This whole post is kinda pointless if you can’t listen to it. Wait! I have an idea. I edited it down and you can listen to it right here:

Chopin is doing something with the melody, and the corresponding harmonies that I don’t completely get. It’s as though the line is almost resolving, but he teases your ear away from that, substituting something else that leaves you in an uneasy, anticipatory state. Usually, I hate that. All I can think is “RESOLVE”. But here, something in the almost-resolution stretches the melody out, the left hand plays this glorious chord that isn’t at all what you expect… it’s better. I can see why Chopin keeps returning to it — it’s utterly brilliant.

B&W Mykala

B&W Mykala

Stitched Spring Snow

Stitched Spring Snow

Mykala & Elephant

Mykala & Elephant

Snow Shed

Snow Shed

April 14, and this is how our backyard looks. April 14! C’mon, spring.

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