terence was writing

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Member Since: 5/8/2006
Band Members: Terence C.
Influences: PanSonic, Carsten Nicolai, Nobukazu Takemura, Crystal Distorsion, Animal Collective, Dead Prez, Sufjan Stevens, The Books, Oval, Brian Eno, The Dead Texan, Microstoria, Mokira, B.I.G., Otto Von Schirach, Ris Paul Ric, Kranky, Morton Feldman, Aix Em Klemm, Ikeda, Velvet Underground, Mamady Keita, Bullshit Bill, Afrirampo, My Bloody Valentine, The Ventures, Main, Stars of the Lid, Keith Fullerton Whitman

12k, anticon, active suspension, kranky

Columbian Folklore

Shunryu Suzuki, Tsunetomo Yamamoto
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"This change in perspective involves a step up in understanding-as first we see that many of our favorite signals strike others as noise. Insight grows along with an implied signal-to-noise ratio when more noise counts as signal. The shift from noise to signal starts at birth and continues throughout life. Thousands of sensory signals impinge on a newborn child but the child sees and hears and feels and tastes many of these as noise. An adult perceives most of the same signals as legitimate signals unto themselves. A physician or other expert sees even more signal structure in the same swath of experience. And so it goes up the ladder of insight-to God all is signal."

Bart Kosko Noise

Fun story
A man walking across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger chasing after him. Coming to a cliff, he caught hold of a wild vine and swung himself over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Terrified, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger had come, waiting to eat him. Two mice, one white and one black, began little by little to gnaw away at the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine in one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other. How sweet it tasted! ------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------

June Second 1910

When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excrutiating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto-absurdum of all human experi- ence which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

It was propped against the collar box and I lay listening to it. Hearing it, that is. I don't suppose anybody ever deliberately listens to a watch or a clock. You don't have to. You can be oblivious to the sound for a long while, then in a second of ticking it can create in the mind unbroken the long diminishing parade of time you didn't hear. Like Father said down the long and lonely light-rays you might see Jesus walking, like. And the good Saint Francis that said Little Sister Death, that never had a sister.

~The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner

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