Andrew Paul Jackson, the composer whose Aphorism I I premiered with Angela last May, has started a blog to expound on his own works as well as eventually talk about Nietschze and Shostakovich. I assume that the title is a pithy comment about no one reading said blog, so I aim to correct that. As a bonus, judging from the first post he has also recently gone insane.
From Life Magazine, circa 1949, proving that musical pretension never goes out of style.
(via 10 Engines)
Yesterday I posted to my Tvitter a run I did with RunKeeper, which is a ridiculously fantastic iPhone app for collecting all sorts of data while you run. I am admittedly very narcissistic about data concerning myself (last.fm, Foursquare, what have you), but I usually know better than to think this sort of info is of any interest to anyone else.
Last weekend was the university's annual Jakobsen Conference, wherein all the graduate students get together to play house conference and have a bang-up interdisciplinary time. Maybe it was due to having significantly fewer nerves than last year, but it didn't seem nearly as well attended. This could have been due to the conference not really starting until after lunch, with the morning taken up by the undergraduate research festivus.
I'm totally going to finish that manifesto on digital notation in the near future srsly, but since I totally missed the topical train [1. Originally supposed to be tied into the iPad announcement, I could have related it to the iPad pre-order I suppose. There's always April 3rd!] I might as well try and chase another one down.