Comings and goings

Keith’s friend Chris is coming over this evening to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show, or something else if that works.

Jeff is humming Black Sabbath and trying to prevent himself from tripping over “the Muffin”.

Butter chicken is simmering on the stove; work, which I had been dreading, is turning out just fine, and I am a valued member of a high functioning team and OMG so happy.  It’s bad, but it’s good, if you know what I mean.  I so respect my colleagues and their humour and effort, and my boss is working himself up into Best Boss Evar range.

Later on I have some church stuff to do.

Brian Eno talk

Last night at the Vogue, Eno gave an illustrated talk (with some truly charming and useful on the spot illustrations) about art and his relationship to it.  A number of interesting points came up, most of which will probably lose their sharpness for you because they were filtered through me.

He said that English is missing a word.  We had theatre, and then we had film, and those two disciplines are quite separate.  They have their own words and their own understandings both aesthetic and technical.  When performance music split from recorded music we got no such division in words, which is a loss.   I was immediately thinking about filk, and the emphasis on performance.  Anyway, he believes that they are two different disciplines and should be as distinct as theatre and film in how we speak of them as well.

Another thing he said is that art has been shaped very dramatically by three pivotal changes in the human world view, at least as expressed as an outgrowth of ‘Western thought’.

One was Copernicus; hey guess what, we’re not the center of the universe.  One was Darwin; we are at the top of the food chain because of evolution, not God.  The last was the development of complexity theory, including cellular automata which allow you to see without equivocation how complexity can proceed – in fact, must proceed – from extremely simple rules.

At the end he talked about how his work slides along the Control at one end and Surrender at the other end Axis.  Once again, a good working image.

He talked for two hours and Jeff and I came home.

Fell on my head last night

I walked across a wooden walkway in the dark while helping Katie move some more boxes and wiped out on the frost; I now have a Hollywood Injury â„¢- just large enough to see but not large enough to be serious.  I also have a sore elbow and a bruise on my abdomen as I raised the china boxes above my head to prevent them from being broken.  Which they weren’t.  However they were cushioned by my tummy, so no surprise.  I’m a little sore today.  Wish I had video of it, it probably looked hilarious.