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Ÿ Nicola Samori. Ogni estasi Ú indecente  2011. Oil on copper
When you check your calendar and itâs only WednesdayâŠ
Here, Titan is being struck down by lightning, so we guess it could be worse.Â
Alvaro Dominguez
Scientists are working on nonaddictive opiates, pills that sober you up, and pot designed to produce certain moods. Take a closer look in Maggie Koerth- Bakerâs story from the June 2016 issue, âThe Future of Getting High.â
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New Online Course on the basics of Digital Signal Processing and computational acoustics
Kadenze is offering a new course in which the basics of Digital Signal Processing and computational acoustics are introduced, motivated by the vibrational physics of real-world objects and systems. We will build from a simple mass-spring and pendulum to demonstrate oscillation, how to simulate those systems in the computer, and also prove that simple oscillation behaves as a sine wave. From that we move to plucked strings and struck bars, showing both solutions as combined traveling waves and combined sine wave harmonics. We continue to build and simulate more complex systems containing many vibrating objects and resonators (mandolin, drum, plate), and also learn how to simulate echos and room reverberation.  Through this process,  we will learn about digital signals, filters, oscillators, harmonics, spectral analysis, linear and non-linear systems, particle models, and all the necessary building blocks to synthesize essentially any sound. The free open-source software provided make it possible for anyone to use physical models in their art-making, game or movie sound, or any other application. The legendary Perry Cook is one of the instructors, and he is interviewed on physics-based synthesis in this blog.
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"McGlue" by Ottessa Moshfegh, recommended by Fence Books
Issue No. 124 EDITORâS NOTE
If I fell in love with McGlue I would want to mother him, and that is unhealthy for both of us. He needs another mother like he needs another hole in the head. Iâd certainly want him to cut back a lot on his drinking, and trick-turning, and take better care of himself in generalâbathing and sleepingâbut I also know that a significant portion of his massive charm, a golden tooth winking in the jaw of a skull, lies in the drastically poor choices he makes, choices poorer and poorer, led down the paths heâs led down, and the severity of his cruelty to himself and others, and the tragedies of his actionsâthe swiftness with which he follows his own soul down into the various drinks available to him, sea and blood and grog, mead, gin, wine. With where he came fromâdirtâand where heâs headedâphantasmagoric hellâyouâd think heâd find room for some redeeming faith in love or God or state. But not McGlue.
He does like to read, when he can get his hands on a text, and so do I, and thatâs what keeps us together.
Shortly after I did fall, irrevocably, in love with McGlue, because heâs the kind of queer, socially maladjusted bad-boy who can always float my boatâif not his ownâRivka Galchen did too. Itâs not every day that a publisher launches a book prize. The publisher has to cross her legs and hope that she, the judge sheâs picked, will settle on something she, the publisher, can love. Rivka says: âA sextant of the psyche, McGlue works its grand knowing through the mouthfeel of language; itâs a sharply intelligent, beautiful, and singular novel. A scion of Nathaniel Hawthorne and Raymond Carver at once, Moshfegh transforms a poison into an intoxicant.â
Hawthorne is the salty courtroom and the bitter docks; Carver is the raw taciturnity and long-suffered loves, maternal and filial and consensual. The poison is drink, a non-literary addiction; the poison is poverty and other harsh, historically accurate conditions that make a boy reckless with those who might love him, with his mortal body and his eternal soul, that turn his soft heart into a sharp or dull knife, one that cuts both ways. The intoxicant is writing this brilliant.
Rebecca Wolff Founder and Editor, Fence Books
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McGlue
Excerpted from the novella by Ottessa Moshfegh Recommended by Fence Books
Zanzibar
I wake up.
My shirtfront is stiff and bibbed brown. I take it to be dried blood and Iâm a dead man. The ocean air persuades me to doubt, to reel my head in double, triple takes towards my feet. My feet are on the ground. It may be that I fell face first in mud. Anyway, Iâm still too drunk to care.
âMcGlue!â
A wrathful voice calls out from the direction of sunshine, ship sails hoisting, squeaks of wood and knots, tight. I feel my belly buckle. My head. Just last spring I cracked it jumping from a train of carsâthis I remember. I get back down on my knees.
Again, âMcGlue!â
This McGlue. It sounds familiar.
A hand grips my shirt and pokes at my back, steers me to the plank and I get on, walking somehow. The ship is leaving. I puke and hold on to the side of the stern and belch bile for a bit watching the water rush past, until land is out of sight. Itâs peaceful for a small while after. Then something inside me feels like dying. I turn my head and cough. Two teeth skip from my mouth and scatter across the deck like dice.
Eventually I am put to bed down under. I fish around my pockets for a bottle and find one.
âMcGlue,â says the cabin boy, the sissy, âhand that shit over here.â
I swig it back. Some spills down my neck and wets my soiled collar. I let the empty bottle fall to the floor.
âYouâre bleeding,â says the fag.
âSo I am,â I say, pulling my hand away from my throat. Itâs dark, rummy blood, I taste it. Must be mine, I think. I think of what use it may have if I get thirsty later. Fag looks worried. I donât mind that he unbuttons my shirt, donât even beat his hands away as he steers my neck one way, then the other. Too tired. Inspection time. He says he finds no holes in me to speak of. âAh ha,â I tell him. Fagâs face has a weird sneer, and he looks a little scared and hovers there over me, red hair tucked carefully into a wool cap, a dot of sweat sitting in the trivet of his upper lip just below his little nose. He looks me in the eye, Iâd say, with some fear.
âNo touch,â I say, ruffling the blanket back up. Itâs a grey-and-red striped blanket that smells of lambsâ milk. I hold it over my face while Fag goes about. Itâs good here under the blanket. My breath shows in the dark. So dark I could almost sleep.
My mind travels the cold hills of Peru where I got lost one night. A fat woman fed me milk from her tit and I rode a shaggy dog back down along a river to the coast. Johnson was there with the captain, waiting. That was trouble. Hit warm with the rum now I close my eyes.
âWhat have you done?â says the captain next time I open them. The blanket is stripped away like a whip. Saunders removes my shoes. I hear the boat creak. Someone walks down the hall ringing a bell for supper. The captain stands there by the cot. âWe want to hear you say it,â says the captain. I feel sick and tired. I fall asleep again.
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Cover of Lionel's classic ballad.
Foggy Notions: Plans Underway For Regensis
While Decayke itself is pretty much kaput, I do have plans on another project, which will begin with an interview here with San Diego psychedelic cult leader and interstitial whiz kid, Eyeball Jackson. Tentatively, that interview will be the final one of Decayke and the first of the new zine, as yet untitled.
I hesitate to become too ambitious, but ideally I would like to pick up where I left off. However, I do not know if that will be feasible at this time or not. In any case, the new project definitely involves plans for a physical presence in the real world and this online tangent being not merely a moon of it. Stay tuned.
The Absolution of Roberto Acestes Laing by Nicholas Rombes, trailer #2
Micro Interviews with 12 Japanese Animators
Itâs been a great year for SECONDS UNDER THE SUN, a touring programme of short Japanese art animation I put together in order to get unknown or under-appreciated work in front of eager audiences. It has screened in Toronto and Winnipeg, and will be featured this Saturday in Montrealâs newest micro-cinema Blue Sunshine. SECONDS features 12 established and emerging animators that employ techniques from sand to hand-drawn, stop motion puppet to digital. It highlights artists from a variety of generations and the subject matter covers a range of emotional landscapes: quiet contemplation of the miniscule, death in the family, grotesque humour, and the ineffable space within relationships.
Here are the bios of the participating artists and some bite-sized interviews for your reading enjoyment!
Naomi Nagata
2010 New Yearâs Greeting, âš30sec (2010)Â
Komoko-chanâs Coffee, 4min 17sec (2008)
Born in 1978, Naomi Nagata makes music videos and her own works in stop- motion animation using sand and paper cut outs. Since 2002 she has been involved in event planning and operation as a member of the animation screening group âanimation soupâ.
Favourite childhood toy: When I was child, I liked playing outside more than playing with toys. But, when I play inside, my favorite toy was Family Computer.
Do you like coffee? Yes.
How long it takes you to brush your teeth: HmmâŠ.about 5 to 10 minutes.
 Kihachiro Kawamoto
The Demon, 8min (1970)
Born in 1925, from an early age Kihachiro Kawamoto was captivated by the art of doll and puppet making. After seeing the works of maestro Czech animator Jiri Trnka, he first became interested in stop motion puppet animation and during the 50s began working alongside Japanâs first stop motion animator, the legendary Tadahito Mochinaga.
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Tu Hongtao, Spent Together, 2007 Oil on canvas, 180 x 130Â cm.