self-indulgent authorial divertissement

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   Our iconic symbol face lord Sky-Turtle   
   was ball game sacrificed at Palenque

    19.feb.2007  Moondaeg    :   61.winter  3.moon/luna  50.spaceage/edad.espacial     


Started raining last night.

It.

It started.

It started raining.

Last night.



Today is it still showering on and off. I go to internet, make a movie of looking out the window at overflowing gutters and cars driving by, then throw it away. It's boring. My website is dead again. Two separate facts relate together in my brain.

Perhaps it doesn't bother me because I have always enjoyed exploring abandoned buildings in the process of demolition. My dead web site is only another. One of my favorite quotes from the holy scripture entails the proper protocol for entering an abandoned ruin from the ancient empire builders. I have been looking for that quote for years, especially recently, when I dedicate so much more time to reading and writing than ever before. I still haven't found it. Beginning to think it was only a dream.

I dreamed a week ago that I was a woman. I got upset because I would have to shave off my moustache. Tomorrow night is a presentation of a web zine project. The next night a history lecture at the Museo de las Californias, the museum of Baja California history that opened my second year in town. They are celebrating their seventh anniversary with a series of lectures and films. It is true that for me the best thing is going and hearing all this in Spanish. I continue to learn more and more, and yet, each thing I learn goes in more slowly and more slowly as I am getting older and older. Oh well. I am just lucky that I started learning Spanish when I was still young. A long, long time ago. In another century, another millennium. Ha ha ho ho ho Doctor Suess.

I saw a couple of Dr. Suess books at the street market last week but didn't buy them.

Gonna cook some beans in my crock pot tonight. Overnight all night ssssssss wake up to the delicious smell of fresh pintos. I always put in lots of garlic and onion. Several healthy (unhealthy) pinches of salt. A couple sliced chili peppers.

Today it is still showering on and off. It rained all last night. In my hiking boots and raincoat I walk through streets running full of water. The gutters – los arroyos – are overflowing. I sit in the chair by the internet cafe window and point the camera outside. Cars go by splashing. No. I won't waste the bandwidth. Erase. Delete. Bye.

Crumple up the piece of paper and throw it over your shoulder. Good riddance.

The kids come in and dance around in front of the tiny camera but it's already turned off.




But no. I don't. I don't cook beans tonight.

Instead, I go back to the internet cafe
and make another movie.

One I keep. One that I dub narration onto.
One I upload to Youtube. Yes.
One that is even shorter
than these words
about it. Yes.

Simple, fast, straight. I do it all in only an hour. It's not even hardly a minute long, if that at all. Use the built in robot sub-program contained within moviemaker "tools"

auto-movie

that automatically selects pieces from a series of shots/clips you give it, and analyzes them and edits them together. I wonder what algorhythm it uses, how it analyzes, does it analyze color? Movement? Length? I don't know but it intrigues me, this concept of my putting together a collection of video clips and then letting a robot analyze and edit them. It also selects how to cut or dissolve between clips, depending on which of five scenario/paradigms you select for the robot to follow. Shall it be an old, scratchy movie? Or a sports film? A music video? A straightforward, plain sequence of shots?

You decide and let the robot decide. Curious. Man.machine.

I remember thirty some years ago when I first tried to write science fiction, I imagined an human:machine interface called m:mind.

I still imagine that. And now it is more true than ever. When I was a child computers were the size of factories. Then they became the size of houses. Then they became the size of rooms. Then they became the size of desks. Then they became the size of notebooks. Then they became the size of credit cards. Then they became the size of mosquitos. Then they

vanishing sound





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tomorrow, or the next day, when I make my next little movie, I want to take my zebra hand puppet. Burrebra. Zeburro. Zeburrebra.


tomorrow, or the next day, when I make my next little movie,
I want to take my zebra hand puppet. Burrebra. Zeburro. Zeburrebra.


She Will Speak For Me and to me.




Ms. Z.Burrebra

or is he Mister




Amen. Goodbye.

or well... goodbye for now at least



   19.feb.2007    :    61.winter/invierno     3.moon/luna     50.spaceage/edad.espacial






  
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