memory lane

The fragment below was written on the 21st of September last year. I don’t think I can prove it any way or another, not that it would really matter. It was written in a haze, after the idea hit me like a steamroller.

On September 22nd, Facebook announced Timeline, which is the closest thing to the idea below which actually has an implementation. It’s kind of close to what I envisioned, in a way, even if less ambitious, but it may be just the beginning of what they’re doing. Anyway, made me wonder.


Writing this down before I forget all about it.

This is the kind of idea that can define a life. With it, the crippling fear of work, a bad implementation, wasting my life.

When the time is right, the whole world will see it. Until then, just jolt it down.

The idea came to me while watching my last.fm profile, specifically, the “most listened track” per month part of my profile. That section brings back a lot of memories. Looking at the most listened track for a month can make me remember what I was mostly listening to, in general, what was the general mood, a specific moment when I was listening to the track, etc.

Starting from this, one can become lost in reverie pretty soon. But this is just a data-point, even in relation to what my last.fm profile holds. But then, it’s just a drop in the bucket compared to all the data my online profiles have on me.

Facebook, Google+, Twitter, Chat archives. These are just some of the other data sources which might contribute to my memory lane. But that’s just me – Flickr, Foursquare, Goodreads, Shelfari, Amazon, whatever-the-last.fm-for-movies-equivalent-is (Mubi?), blogs, from all these data points one could almost recreate what happened to a person in a certain period.

But gathering all the data in one place, this is just the first step. A very important one at that, as even just getting these data points together can be a good place for a user to recreate his memories, if it’s presented in a memory-juggling way. But what I want to create is a step over that. I want to create a system that will not just gather all this data, but, uhm, understand is probably a word which would make me look like a mad-scientist/singularity-nut. So, not understand what happened, bu at any rate, create certain correlations. Some photos posted to Flickr have meta-data which say that they were taken in another city than the “Current City” listed on FB or Google+? twitter update locations confirm a location chage? Someone’s been on a trip!

In the end, the system would accumulate enough data on the user to create his narrative. Feed it enough writing samples, and that narrative is written in the user’s own style and words. Re-creating the user’s memories, with the user’s voice, from his online data in all the siloes he has data in.

Ana, bless her heart, said I’m trying to do what Caden tried to do in Synecdoche New York, in a digital medium. I hadn’t thought about it, but she is, if I think about it, annoyingly obviously right.

This is not a business idea. I could/would never monetize this, were it to be built. But this is the kind of idea one can dedicate his life to, and that’s fucking scary. The sheer amount of things I’d have to learn in order to create something of this magnitude scares THE SHIT out of me.

The ultimate mash-up awaits.

Quote

Don’t want to smother you
Just want you to be the mother of my children

_Porcupine Tree, Access Denied
Wow, we even have the same pick-up lines.

Nothing like this – Porcupine Tree – Deadwing

So, yeah, I was on the can today when my phone rang. Sitting there, listening to my ringtone in the distance (which is the chorus of the song above) the same thing happened which always happens when I hear it repeatedly:  as soon as I can, I listen to the entire album.

Fuck. It’s 7 years old, I’ve listened to it hundreds of times (literally, all songs have at least 80 plays on last.fm and that doesn’t count the plays on my old, trusty, now defunct CD-Player :( God, I loved that player. RIP) and it still AMAZES me. I got bored of it at one point, because, y’know, hundreds of listens, but it’s all good again.


Honest to god, for all I’ve listened to it, I don’t know what to say, so I’m just gonna enumerate semi-random things about it:

Radio-worthy singles (Lazarus, a gateway song with, uhm, nonsensical lyrics, probably tied to the script the album was based on), müsli-like crunchy riffs, 12 minute epics, mellotrons, MIKAEL FUCKING AKERFELDT (barely audible, but that makes it even cooler), a song about the oh-so-dreaded friend-zone (Start of Something Beautiful), groovy bass lines (Halo), lyrics which along these 7 years have repeatedly made me say “Oh, now I know what this is about/how this feels” and again and again redefining what they mean and how they feel.

Wilson really knew also how to order the songs. I’d never thought before about this aspect, but yeah, the album just flows the right way (except in the southern hemisphere).

It’s also a lesson for music producers. Everything is exactly as it should be, sound wise. I would’ve done things differently, but only because I suck, compared to Wilson.

This is my favourite album of all time, period. I’m not saying it’s the best album ever or that it will never change, but it’s undoubtedly the album which has had the biggest influence on my music taste and future development (okay, except maybe Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here or DSoTM) and on my first album*.

Excuse me if this sounds all so fanboi-ish. But if I’m anyone’s fanboi, that someone is Steven Wilson. And maybe Beck.

* coming Q4 2012. Probably.

PS – the album contains on a bonus CD a track called Mother and Child Divided, but which I like to call “The Car Chase Song”. Aka, if I’d ever be the music consultant for an action movie, I’d put this song in the car chase scene. Pew pew.

End of year stuff (others)

So I’m fast approaching I just went over 36 hours of no sleep (except for about 10 minutes of bobbing my head up and down to psy/goa with my eyes closed, while on the side of my bed, around the 24 hour mark) and I’m thinking that in between coding and listening to more psy (what is it with me and this music lately? It didn’t even make the music stuff post but everytime I need to keep awake/focused for longer periods of time, it’s become my go-to genre) I should write some stuff about/from this year.

  • School sucks. Well, my college sucks, actually. What I’d learned in freshman year crystallized now, and the revelation culminated with me failing my academic year and at the same time failing to give a fuck.
  • School sucks. Learning’s awesome. Working your ass off just so you can understand mechanics or electronics (If I ever truly understand electricity, quantum physics at a pretty basic level and electronics, I’ll consider myself a genius) or to get good at writing software or whatever floats your boat, well that can be amazing and can keep you up and running for a long time. Still, procrastination usually gets the best of me, but I’ll get to that later.
  • Hard work pays off sometimes. Other times is just who you know, not what you know.
  • When your foot starts pounding a rhythm and falling asleep at the same time, you’ve had too much coffee and it’s time to go to bed.
  • Nothing is something worth doing. Until you get tired of your nothingness.
  • Python, the programming language which I have the pleasure of learning right now, incorporates the principle of duck typing. The principle goes like this:

    When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck,

    In programming it means that if an object has certain methods or properties, that object is of the class/type you’re looking for. BUT. That got me thinking. This works well beyond programming (after all, it’s all about ducks). So if you act like an asshole, dress like one, and/or talk like one, you’re probably an asshole.

  • I got the chance to turn down jobs for the first time. It felt great.
  • I also got turned down for a job I really wanted, which would’ve potentially changed my life. That sucked, but it was expected.
  • Software is hard(paradox much?). Yesterday I saw Code Rush and started rummaging hours upon hours through jwz‘s blog and old rants. Beyond the feeling that it was a pretty important piece of internet history, something else got to me. The dedication that these people put forth to reach those high levels of Quality (yes, capital Q, as in Robert Pirsing’s Quality) is way out there for me, and makes me question if I’m cut out for this. Or if I care enough about whatever enough to give the rest up.
  • Which brings me to: I don’t have a cause. People got riled up over A LOT of stuff this year, from bankers to Santana impersonators to cyanide mining and homeless dog killing in Romania. Well, none of these made an impression on me. Nothing really gets my blood boiling, enough to make me make a sign and hold it up, I guess. Except for irony, which is sad.
  • By the way, I’m sick of irony, but it’s also pretty ingrained in my humor and my way of acting. I really want to purge it from my everyday way of life and reserve it for those truly worthy of it. Though, the fact that irony is so pervasive probably tells something about our worthiness of irony and self-irony. My head hurts.
  • Things are getting better all the time from where I’m standing, actually. Don’t know WHY I abuse irony.
  • This song‘s about the only thing that can break the cycle of damned trance/goa/psy that’s got a hold of me for these days. Not that I like the Stones (lol) that much, but a good song about going away on a jet with a pretty girl (that’s my current dream) always gets to me.
  • I’m starting to shake (too much or too little caffeine, can’t tell), so that’s enough wisdom impaired for one night (or year)

End of year stuff (music)

So I promised myself I wouldn’t do end-of-year tops, cause in my experience they’re nothing else than reminders of how stupid I was, and how little music I had listened.

Not that this will be any different, but I hope these observations are closer to truths which I’ll consider truths a few years looking back.

  • Lana del Rey is going to be pretty huge, because of talent, big industry machinations, or – most probably – a combination of both.  All we can do is say that we loved/hated her before it was cool.
  • Gotta love the ’80s. Well, sorta. Sometimes. Actually, gotta love the ’80s that M83 distilled in Midnight City – which, coincidentally, is this year’s hit (it’s not a top if it only has 1 entry) – not the ’80s the Eastern Block got (famine, random power outages and revolutions – not that I was here to witness it) – I’m talking about exuberance, earnestness, bright neon lights and OMGSAXOPHONESOLO.
  • Stuff happens in Cluj, in Romania, and in MoldovaGood stuff, too. Honestly!
  • People take solace in the past, cause the future‘s pretty discouraging. I’m not saying dubstep is the future, but it’s one of the few (the only?) new (sub-)genres to gather mainstream attention lately.
  • Maynard James Keenan is kind of a genius. Well, I kinda knew that already. But goddamn.
  • Trent Reznor was meant to score movies.
  • So were Daft Punk.
  • So, Steven Wilson is done. Except nah, not really.
  • Four years after hearing it for the first time, David Sylvian‘s voice is no longer “too classy” (my own words) for me.
  • Post-rock can still knock my socks off. – Explosions in the Sky released their best album to date, and I don’t think a month passed by in which I didn’t discover at least an awesome new band/album.
  • My New Year’s Resolution is, as ever, to put out my first album this next year, Fifth time’s the charm, eh?

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