New Shower Device
June/11/2008 21:20
To my loyal
readers: For those of you who are unaware, I have
been working on a side project for some time now. My
father developed and patented the technology behind
a device that attaches to shower pipes, reaches over
your shower head and releases blends of essential
oils at an extremely small rate into the shower
flow. The result is an amazing aromatherapy
experience, all in the comfort of your own personal
shower.
Anyway, we have completed patent, prototype design and extensive product testing and we’re now at the stage where we are working to take the product to market. We’re in talks with mass market retailers as well as the upscale spa and hotel market. To help refine our understanding of the product I have developed a comprehensive concept test that I have now built online. If you’re reading this, please check out the survey at lavitashower.com. It takes no more than 3 minutes to complete and would helpe us tremendously. Also, if you can forward it on to a few people, I’d be much obliged.
Thanks, and I will keep everyone posted.
Anyway, we have completed patent, prototype design and extensive product testing and we’re now at the stage where we are working to take the product to market. We’re in talks with mass market retailers as well as the upscale spa and hotel market. To help refine our understanding of the product I have developed a comprehensive concept test that I have now built online. If you’re reading this, please check out the survey at lavitashower.com. It takes no more than 3 minutes to complete and would helpe us tremendously. Also, if you can forward it on to a few people, I’d be much obliged.
Thanks, and I will keep everyone posted.
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The Longing
May/19/2008 21:57 Filed in: Poesia
A poem from last summer:
Every day I count the states
of mind, fragile and endless
the states, built up like burnt plaque
the forest fire echoes through the tundra
and the quiet trembling harlequin winces
Every day I count the states
7 of them to be exact
slammed together by borders
where glue trickles down in the form of rivers
and the heart drips like an archipelago
my tongue a peninsula for your aqueous,
open mouth
Every day I count the states
Texas bulges like a fat cowboy
a stomach the size of El Paso
and an appetite that grinds the heartland
and churns out the savory sediment of rebellion
rolling down the rio grande
Every day I count the states
fraught with urgent letters
spelling out names of cities
like corpus christi
the body a pale entity
breathing in topography
like oxygen, fingers tasting
the papered method,
the lay of the land
Every day I count the states
Arizona sparks the orange based
silhouette sometimes wearing a purple cloak
so hard to look past the transparent
superhighway of Phoenix,
flying toward Albuquerque,
the marsh land waiting with wet
anticipation, your moist palms
the dearest things
Every day I count the states
Maddening outbursts of spitfire
Louisiana and Mississippi
Tank topped and alive
nose in mouth and the cantankerous
rickshaw twiddlin' my message
with lackluster echoes
bouncing from inside the spittoon
Every day I count the states
of shattered love, the ghost of you
somewhere in my voice, crawling out my mouth
in the crudest form, the veins of your skull
shining through shoe polished countryside
shining through trailer land, and Alabama
glistening with the sweat of your mind
the rind of your cerebrum tasting how
hunger must feel
Every day I count the states
7 of them to be exact
the states of mind, caught in between
rubbing up like a prickled backscratch
fighting the flaring sirens of
interspersed distance.
Somewhere down below
the pacific floods inside the atlantic
down there in panama
but for my blood
i must count the states
perched in mental holograms
the finest memory
just a bleached out
corollary of your
alabaster artifact.
Every day I count the states
of mind, fragile and endless
the states, built up like burnt plaque
the forest fire echoes through the tundra
and the quiet trembling harlequin winces
Every day I count the states
7 of them to be exact
slammed together by borders
where glue trickles down in the form of rivers
and the heart drips like an archipelago
my tongue a peninsula for your aqueous,
open mouth
Every day I count the states
Texas bulges like a fat cowboy
a stomach the size of El Paso
and an appetite that grinds the heartland
and churns out the savory sediment of rebellion
rolling down the rio grande
Every day I count the states
fraught with urgent letters
spelling out names of cities
like corpus christi
the body a pale entity
breathing in topography
like oxygen, fingers tasting
the papered method,
the lay of the land
Every day I count the states
Arizona sparks the orange based
silhouette sometimes wearing a purple cloak
so hard to look past the transparent
superhighway of Phoenix,
flying toward Albuquerque,
the marsh land waiting with wet
anticipation, your moist palms
the dearest things
Every day I count the states
Maddening outbursts of spitfire
Louisiana and Mississippi
Tank topped and alive
nose in mouth and the cantankerous
rickshaw twiddlin' my message
with lackluster echoes
bouncing from inside the spittoon
Every day I count the states
of shattered love, the ghost of you
somewhere in my voice, crawling out my mouth
in the crudest form, the veins of your skull
shining through shoe polished countryside
shining through trailer land, and Alabama
glistening with the sweat of your mind
the rind of your cerebrum tasting how
hunger must feel
Every day I count the states
7 of them to be exact
the states of mind, caught in between
rubbing up like a prickled backscratch
fighting the flaring sirens of
interspersed distance.
Somewhere down below
the pacific floods inside the atlantic
down there in panama
but for my blood
i must count the states
perched in mental holograms
the finest memory
just a bleached out
corollary of your
alabaster artifact.
Nine Inch Nails Album Is Free Online
May/05/2008 16:09 Filed in: Music
For the second
time, Nine Inch Nails has released an album off of
its website. The newest album, titled
"The Slip", is entirely free. Says Reznor on the
site, "thank you for your continued and loyal
support over the years - this one's on me." This
represents the first time an artist has
distributed an entire album without providing fans
any opportunity to pay for it. The development is
particularly exciting for me as I have been
working directly with the technology team in
developing a spin-off closely related to "Ghost I-IV" and "The Slip".
I also think NiN embracing "free" is a very wise move, given the particular climate of the music industry. Earlier today, a friend expressed curiosity at the new release: "What is the business model?" I would call the business model community relationships 2.0, one in which the model is fundamentally based on built and fostered trust between artist and tribe following. Reznor already proved that he can cater better to his fan base than any major record label could do in the old model, by allowing fans to pay anywhere from nothing to $300 based on their individual loyalty, audiophile status, and economic flexibility. Given that he raked in over $1.7 million on Ghosts, it seems like the perfect strategy to reward fans for sustaining his model. We are quickly shedding the mentality of music as a one-for-one commodity, into one where music begins to gain value precisely because it is free.
The Slip is being released with a Creative Commons license. Stay tuned for my review of the album...
I also think NiN embracing "free" is a very wise move, given the particular climate of the music industry. Earlier today, a friend expressed curiosity at the new release: "What is the business model?" I would call the business model community relationships 2.0, one in which the model is fundamentally based on built and fostered trust between artist and tribe following. Reznor already proved that he can cater better to his fan base than any major record label could do in the old model, by allowing fans to pay anywhere from nothing to $300 based on their individual loyalty, audiophile status, and economic flexibility. Given that he raked in over $1.7 million on Ghosts, it seems like the perfect strategy to reward fans for sustaining his model. We are quickly shedding the mentality of music as a one-for-one commodity, into one where music begins to gain value precisely because it is free.
The Slip is being released with a Creative Commons license. Stay tuned for my review of the album...
Change Congress
April/25/2008 16:59 Filed in: Politics
Stanford Law Professor and founder of the Creative Commons, Lawrence Lessig, is starting a new movement aimed at reducing corruption in politics. Lessig's contention is that the fundamental obstacle preventing political change is not a misunderstanding or disagreement over policy, but instead a lack of transparency and, therefore, accountability. Because campaigns are privately financed, our candidates are able to take money from lobbyists and political action committees and often do out of lust for power. The obvious problem here is that these candidates are no longer solely accountable to the American people that elect them but are forced to compromise their supposed duty to their constituents by returning favors to those special interests that helped elect them. The ultimate result of this is a lack of trust in government, manifested by consistently low congressional approval ratings that today stand at 23%. Lack of trust, of course, leads to two even more profoundly detrimental trends: apathy and disengagement.
Lessig's project, Change Congress, will aim to establish a wiki-style watchdog movement that will seek pledges from elected and running officials in terms of campaign finance, with the goal of reducing the influence of lobbyists, PACs and earmarks. Ordinary citizens will be called upon to hold their representatives accountable and to upload their own political pledges for reform, so that like-minded candidates can link up with like-minded citizens. It will be interesting to see whether or not Lessig can galvanize a community around building an application which has as its sole function a kind of use-value and utility that members of the web 2.0 community are unfamiliar with. Social media applications have rarely been centered around the idea of political utility, but instead are more often centered around more hedonistic or voyeuristic value propositions. So, yes, you can build a site that enables people to upload home movies or pictures, or allows peers to keep up with their ever growing network, and these applications have tremendous value in terms of creative collaboration and social utility. Lessig is asking whether that social energy can now be leveraged into political activism.
For Emma, Forever Ago
April/16/2008 13:39 Filed in: Music
Justin Vernon's debut album, "For Emma, Forever Ago" is steeped
in mysticism, romance, and the deep spirit of
nature. Vernon sings under the pseudonym "Bon Iver" a slight modification of
the French bon hiver, meaning "good winter", and
indeed there is an intimate presence of the cold
and dark penetrating nights of winter pulsating
throughout the album. In making the album, Vernon
retired himself to an isolated log cabin during a
Wisconsin winter for what he called a period of
"hibernation". I listen to a whole lot of music,
and I will not hesitate to say that "For Emma, For
Ever Ago" is the best album I have listened to in
2008 and one of the best in the last 5 years. What
makes it great is not just a transformational
fusion of lulling folk fundamentals with what
Vernon calls "neo-soul", but also the tender
kinetics that weave a fabric of songs into and out
of each other beautifully. Everything on the album
works, there are no dull moments or pointless
diversions, it is simply a collective and
wholesome masterpiece.
The album opens with the lugubrious Flume, which somehow begins in mourning and transcends into personified metaphysics, "Only love is all maroon / Gluey feathers on a flume / Sky is womb and she's the moon." Vernon's voice pierces through the harrowing, hollow guitar chords and quivering electronic sidenotes to communicate an ethereal yet poignant spiritual ascension. Indeed, his voice is layered and re-layered over itself throughout the album, ranging from heights to depths though usually rooted in an angelic falsetto. But for all his hushed fragility, Vernon always has the potential to reinforce the strength he finds in natural isolation by catapulting his voice through powerful sforzandos and accentuated fortes. "I told you to be patient / I told you to be fine / I told you to be balanced / I told you to be kind" castigates the incensed Vernon on Skinny Love. "Now all your love is wasted? / Then who the hell was I? / Now I'm breaking at the britches / And at the end of all your lies."
Vernon overcomes the lack of versatility that
sometimes detracts from other wistful folk acts like
Iron and Wine by relentlessly pushing the boundary.
Wolves (Act I & II), takes a soulful chorus
line encumbered by deep spiritual trauma ("Someday my
pain, someday my pain / Will mark you / Harness Your
blame, harness your blame / And walk through) and
infuses it with a percussive and violent retort, a
seeming refusal to acknowledge a past wrought with
painful memories ("What might have been lost - / Don't
bother me!"). And on the wonderfully percolated "For
Emma" Vernon clearly steeps himself in the tradition of
Simon & Garfunkel, but leaves a
place for incredibly nuanced brass voices,
accompanying his high pitched yearnings like a
friend that knows compassion but doesn't know the
best way to communicate it.
The highlight of the album, if I had to isolate a single song, would definitely be Re: Stacks, a hauntingly austere examination of the relationship between nature and loss. Has there ever been a more fragile song than this? It brings to mind some of the sweepingly intimate epics of Red House Painters and gives Nick Drake a run for his money in terms of poetic frailty. "I've been twisting to the sun I needed to replace / The fountain in the front yard is rusted out / All my love was down / In a frozen ground." "For Emma, Forever Ago" is clearly a cathartic act for Vernon as he isolates himself in the wintry confines of northwestern Wisconsin and confronts old wounds by recognizing their inextricable relationship with the natural world. But the album is neither about resignation nor about resolve, and catharsis is not ultimately the resolution. Instead, Vernon seems to have found what he came for in Wisconsin and seems to want to hold onto memories no matter how painful they ultimately are. "This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization / It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away / Your love will be / Safe with me."
Vernon went to the woods as a sort of Rousseaun retreat, isolated himself in a log cabin for 4 snowy months, and confronted his private tragedies and interiorized emotions. The music is particularly evocative of cold wintry nights, but somehow Vernon's embrace of universal themes and his penchant for cathartic lyrics allow the music to transcend this kind of taxonomy. I listen to the album at the break of dawn, and just as the sun goes down, here in Southern California. It is as beautiful in the open sun as it must have been in the hallowed and darkened beauty of the wilderness.
The album opens with the lugubrious Flume, which somehow begins in mourning and transcends into personified metaphysics, "Only love is all maroon / Gluey feathers on a flume / Sky is womb and she's the moon." Vernon's voice pierces through the harrowing, hollow guitar chords and quivering electronic sidenotes to communicate an ethereal yet poignant spiritual ascension. Indeed, his voice is layered and re-layered over itself throughout the album, ranging from heights to depths though usually rooted in an angelic falsetto. But for all his hushed fragility, Vernon always has the potential to reinforce the strength he finds in natural isolation by catapulting his voice through powerful sforzandos and accentuated fortes. "I told you to be patient / I told you to be fine / I told you to be balanced / I told you to be kind" castigates the incensed Vernon on Skinny Love. "Now all your love is wasted? / Then who the hell was I? / Now I'm breaking at the britches / And at the end of all your lies."
The highlight of the album, if I had to isolate a single song, would definitely be Re: Stacks, a hauntingly austere examination of the relationship between nature and loss. Has there ever been a more fragile song than this? It brings to mind some of the sweepingly intimate epics of Red House Painters and gives Nick Drake a run for his money in terms of poetic frailty. "I've been twisting to the sun I needed to replace / The fountain in the front yard is rusted out / All my love was down / In a frozen ground." "For Emma, Forever Ago" is clearly a cathartic act for Vernon as he isolates himself in the wintry confines of northwestern Wisconsin and confronts old wounds by recognizing their inextricable relationship with the natural world. But the album is neither about resignation nor about resolve, and catharsis is not ultimately the resolution. Instead, Vernon seems to have found what he came for in Wisconsin and seems to want to hold onto memories no matter how painful they ultimately are. "This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization / It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away / Your love will be / Safe with me."
Vernon went to the woods as a sort of Rousseaun retreat, isolated himself in a log cabin for 4 snowy months, and confronted his private tragedies and interiorized emotions. The music is particularly evocative of cold wintry nights, but somehow Vernon's embrace of universal themes and his penchant for cathartic lyrics allow the music to transcend this kind of taxonomy. I listen to the album at the break of dawn, and just as the sun goes down, here in Southern California. It is as beautiful in the open sun as it must have been in the hallowed and darkened beauty of the wilderness.
Is This News?
April/07/2008 15:56 Filed in: Politics
This is why I can no longer get my news from television. Honestly, I could not tell if I was watching Election Coverage on MSNBC or Around The Horn on ESPN. This is sad. And what's the deal with that stupid boxing donkey, is this really how people want to get their news? Why do shows like this continue to get air time, are they getting high ratings? Has the MSM decided that there is absolutely no value to real objective news and analysis? I encourage everyone to pull their news from other sources (internet, podcasts, etc.) and not get pushed by this comic-book trash.


