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Uni days: Sound vs Music

I’ve spent a lot of the past couple of months answering quizzes, researching music concepts, listening to music I’d never consider listening to were it not for my course, and writing essays.

Fun. (Sarcasm not intended.)

One of my subjects for uni is called Sound Synthesis and the Sound Environment. As our lecturer explained it on the first day, synthesis is the thesis + the anti-thesis of, in this case, how sound behaves, and the synthesis of sound is about putting sounds together. Basically, this subject is about composing music via electronic means. No, we’re not creating techno music. Actually, this semester, our assessments were about recording “found” sounds — everyday sounds as you would hear them in the real world — and creating compositions using software available at university (ProTools, Mbox, Absynth, etc.) so that our compositions consist of “found” sounds and “abstract”/”effected” sounds — not at all like how it sounds in the real world. The result is not techno, electronic dance music, electro-pop or other similar genres of music, as I said before (though the methods of composing music may be similar), but instead you get music like:

Yes, all of the above are classified as “music”. If you don’t think that’s music, then you need to open your mind more. John Cage, famous worldwide for his “silent piece”, 4’33” (a pianist sits at a piano for four minutes and thirty-three seconds without playing a single key), and known for beginning the electronic music genre, once wrote:

I believe that the use of noise to make music will continue and increase until we reach a music produced through the aid of electrical instruments which will make available for musical purpose any and all sounds that can be heard.

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Book: Two Thousand and Eleven. Chapter: January

See all of the “chapters” from 2011 here.

 
January has ended and I realised that I have not yet written a blog post this year. So I decided that even though my Project 365 isn’t meant for the public, I’d like to share some of the highlights of the past month.

January 1st, 2011For the past several years, my family has spent New Years Eve at the house of our Senior Pastor and his family. So I decided that Photo #1 would be of the TV while the fireworks were going off at Sydney Harbour. I didn’t know that you needed to take a photo to open the film cartridge on a polaroid camera, so I sat there watching the TV waiting for the best moment to take a photo. When I found the perfect moment, I pressed the shutter button, and gasped as I realised that the “photo” coming out of the camera wasn’t even a photo. I positioned myself for the next good scene of fireworks, only to find that the fireworks had ended. So now that my film cartridge was opened, I had to settle for a photo of myself with sparklers.

January 4th, 2011January 6th, 2011

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Let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yeah’, and your ‘No’ be ‘Nah’

Greetings fellow Earthlings! I come to you, after many eons since my last visit, to bring you news of mediocre significance — the story of my life.

Phewwwww, what a lame intro, Danica. Only aliens talk like that, and it hasn’t been that long since your last visit, since you posted last week. Duh.

Anyway, I’ve been up to the usual, ordinary, day-to-day stuff. Bein’ a couch potato and the like. Sleeping in, stayin’ up late. You know the drill. Here are some stories;

You may have read my previous post about my churro-making fail where I blabbed about how I made churros with an icing pump which resulted in my churros looking like French fries. If not, then go read that first because it’s sort of an intro to the story I’m going to share now.

Tonight, I decided to make churros with my brand new piping bag. And with cimmanin (I didn’t have any cinnamon when I made my French churros)! Of course, I used the same recipe as before. I didn’t wanna risk ending up with too many leftovers, so this time, I only doubled the recipe for my family.

It was a million times easier to push the dough out of the piping bag rather than the icing pump. I guess it was because the piping bag was made of a much more flexible material than that of the pump. I got a little too excited squeezing out the first five or so churros that they ended up being quite long. And there were some that I burnt on one side because I had forgotten that they had been frying in the pan for a while already. No matter. I’m happy with the result and they were pretty darn delicious.
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More than empty conversations filled with empty words

You’ve probably noticed that I haven’t blogged here in a long while. No? Oh. Well… that explains why I only get spam comments.

I don’t really have any sort of reason as to why I haven’t been blogging as much as I used to. I’m actually trying to think of a really eloquent way to excuse myself from this inexcusable behaviour of posting irregularly, but I just don’t have it in me right now. I could go on about how I “did this” and “learnt that” and “read something” and “there’s too many things to share that I need time to just compile my thoughts”. But I used that excuse before and I ended up starting several drafts and then just saving them to my hard drive. I could make an empty promise to post every so often even if I don’t feel like there’s anything to say, but we all know where that’ll take us.

Anyway, enough with the blabbing. I have a few things of maybe somewhat mediocre importance that I want to share right now.

1. Fully Sick Rapper

 
If you haven’t heard of this guy yet, then you are seriously living under some sort of gigantor boulder because as far as I know, he’s been all over the media recently.

Christiaan Van Vuuren has TB (tuberculosis) which is basically a lung infection caused by some nasty bacteria (well, as far as I know, that’s the case with Christiaan). He was sent to hospital after coughing up blood, and when he was diagnosed with TB, he was kept in quarantine until he recovered. When he was let out of hospital, they found that he had a more serious case of TB and was sent back into quarantine.

As a way to pass the time while in hospital, Christiaan created rap videos. I assume this video was what made him famous in the States:
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45 Day Fast

Associating the number 45 with fasting sounds ridiculous, but who said extending a 40 day fast was wrong?

In the Bible, the number 40 is repeated a whole lot, but it is my understanding that in the Hebrew culture, 40 was not always to be considered a literal measurement of time. I remember someone explaining it to me [and a large congregation of people] in a way similar to the way I will explain now:

As I’m typing this post, it is Saturday the 16th of August, 2009. Forty days ago, it was Tuesday the 7th of July, 2009. I have no idea what happened on that day. If something significant happened on that day, maybe, but as far as I can recall, it was an ordinary day that I most likely spent sleeping in and pigging out on food. I more than likely also watched an episode of Talkin’ ‘Bout Your Generation that night.

It was the middle of November last year 40 weeks ago. I guess I was finishing up my Diploma of Business Management course at TAFE (ugh, I’m glad TAFE is over). It’s now my second [long] semester at UWS, and it doesn’t feel like I went to TAFE just last year.

Forty months ago was April 2006. At that time, I was in Year 11, still new to Penrith Christian Community School. Before the end of the year, the school board removed “community” from the school’s name, and they also promoted the new uniform. Since April of 2006, the current Year 12 class (grade above me) graduated, my grade graduated, and my brother’s grade (the grade below) graduated. April 2006 feels like a really, really long time ago.

Campbells_Soup_CansThe Beatles, Muhammed Ali, Julie Andrews, and Martin Luther King, Jr. were just some of the people who made the 60s a memorable decade. Andy Warhol’s Campbell’s Soup Can and the high-riding bell bottoms were at their peak 40 years ago, and people in my generation will definitely never really understand what is so artistic about a bunch o’ cans. Forty years ago, my parents were still kids. I think it’s pretty obvious that 40 years ago was a really, really long time ago.

The Hebrews didn’t use the number 40 as an accurate measurement of time, because 40 basically meant “a really long time ago.” You can’t really remember what happened 40 days, weeks, months or years ago. The span of time just feels as if it has been going on forever.

Why am I talking about the number 40? Why indeed.

The GFRESH leaders, connect leaders and worship team will be taking part in a 40 day fast in preparation for SOS 09, the Generation Fresh youth camp. Corporately, we will be fasting television, secular music and Facebook. In addition to that, we will each be fasting anything else that will or may hinder us or distract us from getting ready for SOS.

So, where do I come into all of this?

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