Final Meditation

For my final meditation, I wanted to create something that would create both a creative approach to digital glitching and also take on a form of creative writing. I began toying with the idea of taking an image found in nature to glitch in order to really juxtapose the natural elements of the photograph. To take it one step further, I decided upon images in nature that tended to be relatively symmetric. By adding light transmission that was available on an app called “Afterlight” on my iPhone, I was able to first glitch the image and then add the light to create a new dimension in which the image could be viewed. Then I decided that a series of glitches would be an interesting way to create layers on the image that would layer both the glitches and the light transmissions and ultimately creating a completely new, redesigned image. For each of the glitches I began with just adding the word of what depicted the picture (i.e. for the picture of the peacock, I used the word “peacock” and added that to the plain text in TextEditor. Then I added the first sentence from the Wikipedia page of the image’s title to glitch it again. Then I glitched double the image’s title (i.e. peacock peacock). Then I glitched the second sentence from the Wiki page. And finally, I tripled the image’s title and added “peacock” in three different locations within the plain text. In between all of these steps however, I texted the newly glitches image to my phone and added different light transmissions to the photo. Below is an example of the process: Peacock Add: Peacock + Light Transmission Peacock2L copy Add: Peafowl include two Asiatic species (the blue or Indian peafowl originally of India and Sri Lanka and the green peafowl of Burma, Indochina, and Java) and one African species (the Congo peafowl native only to the Congo Basin) of bird in the genera Pavo and Afropavo of the Phasianidae family, the pheasants and their allies, known for the male’s piercing call and, among the Asiatic species, his extravagant eye-spotted tail covert feathers which he displays as part of a courtship ritual. + Light Transmission Peacock3L copy Add: Peacock Peacock + Light Transmission Peacock4L copy Add: The term peacock is properly reserved for the male; the female is known as a peahen, and the immature offspring are sometimes called peachicks. + Light Transmission Peacock5L copy Add: Peacock Peacock Peacock + Light Transmission Peacock6L copy After compiling all of the images together, I create a collage of all the images from start to finish. PeacockFinal I repeated this process with 3 other images to create the total set of collages ConchFinalConch BridgeFinalBridge AloeVeraFinalAloe

Overall I was very happy with the results. Although many of the images I was happy with, Aloe turned out to be interesting because it completely changed color on the very first glitch. Past that, a lot of the further glitches are hard to be seen.

Beyond these, I create a slide deck to illustrate the start to finish of the process with the first photo, then the collage of all six, followed by the last glitches image. I then defined the first photo with the definition found in Webster’s with the final image’s definition a Diastic of the first paragraph on the word’s Wiki page using the word as the source text.

View the full piece below:



Meditation #8

For this I created a Twitter bot that would predict the end of the world in the year 3000. Named Y3K, there are a variety of potential endings which the bot will tweet every hour until Jan 1, 3000. See the Excel spreadsheet of choices here:

Here is the Twitter feed:

Here is the full Bot spreadsheet:

Meditation #7

For this meditation I wanted to incorporate a little humor into something else I already find incredibly funny. When the option to take on a new persona was made into an option, I immediately thought of my father because people so often tell me that he reminds them of Sean Connery. Not because of the way he talks, but just because of his beard, I guess.

Ever since I heard that I always have liked to incorporate the way Sean Connery enunciates his “s” and “c” sounds in some words by making it into a “sh” sound instead. I thought this would be especially funny when taking comedy skits or stand up shows and translating them into the way he talks.

As it turns out, Dave Chappelle is one of my favorite comedians and also has a great amount of sketches that would be perfect for this concept. Twitter is the best medium in which to interact so that each person that experiences it can really let their imaginations run wild.

Meditation #6

On Friday afternoon while I was back home in MA for Spring Break, I had the opportunity to go into Boston and thought this the perfect chance to bring my mediation to life. Unfortunately, Murphy’s Law permitted me from taking photos since apparently my storage on my phone was full and even after deleting about 100 photos and a few apps, still did not allow me to take pictures.

Nonetheless, I initiated my mediation that I called “Reserved. Occupied. Taken.”, which allowed me to essentially take seating cards that I had made and place them along public seating arrangements. I brought three sets with me and used the T train on my way in to Boston, a local Starbucks, and the Boston public garden. In each of these locations I placed the three labeled cards either on the individual seats of the T, in a triangle formation on the table in the Starbucks, and in a line along one bench in the gardens.

It was interesting to watch onlookers of my piece and not only observe how they handled it in a crowded subway or Starbucks, but also the looks of confusion when they were placed in the gardens. My goal was to evoke a sort of distrust from the public that the seats were not actually reserved, occupied, or taken, but instead to disregard the seating cards and be sort of “anti-authoritarian” and sit there regardless.

As it turned out, in both the subway and the Starbucks, people noticed the cards quite often and looked puzzled as to why something would exist like that in a public area, especially since you can’t actually do that on a subway or in a Starbucks. One person even asked the manager/barista of the Starbucks why the seats were reserved and he had an equally bewildered look and said, “I’m not sure, maybe someone’s coming back for the seat.”

Overall, the subway and Starbucks were the most successful in terms of catching the most attention, but the public garden was interesting as well. Most people were the to observe the statues and the pond almost as though they were in an art gallery, so I think they regarded the “occupied” bench in the same way and didn’t have any intention of sitting so they just moved on.

I wanted this piece to be a combination between a psychology experiment and a poetic piece that parallels the perceived significance that is placed on works of fine art as opposed to graffiti art. I was inspired by the skateboarding piece that we read in class and believe it to be ever necessary to question the status quo of society and look deeper into the meaning of everyday life. Today people are too distracted by technology and their fast paced lives to sit back and wonder what the reason behind some things are. I believe I made a few people sit back and wonder, so I believe my meditation to be a success.

Meditation #5

I started with a Diastic of Eminem’s “Rap God”. By taking the full set of lyrics, which is quite lengthy, and then inputting the seed text as simply “Eminem Rap God” with a random order reading option and matching all characters I was able to derive this poem.

Original “Rap God” Text:

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I’m only going to get this one chance
(Six minutes, six minutes)
Something’s wrong, I can feel it
(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)
Just a feeling I’ve got
Like something’s about to happen
But I don’t know what
If that means, what I think it means, we’re in trouble
Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say
I’m not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor ordered

I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

[Verse 1:]
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack
I’m an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill ’em all with)
This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don’t really wanna get into a pissing match
With this rappity-rap
Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

and at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing that
I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop “F” bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period
Here’s a Maxi-Pad
It’s actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I’m masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah

‘Cause I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain’t that hard, that hard

[Verse 2:]
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap
Immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid
and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)
MC’s get taken to school with this music
‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to ‘bus the rhyme’
Now I lead a New School full of students
Me? Me, I’m a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and being in a position
To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them
Into the motherfuckin’ Rock n’
Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church
And burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it’s all a game
‘Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a ‘straight’ face looking boy
You’re witnessing a mass-occur like you’re watching a church gathering
And take place looking boy

Oy vey, that boy’s gay
That’s all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a “way to go” from your label every day looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what d’you say looking boy?
I get a “hell yeah” from Dre looking boy
I’mma work for everything I have
Never asked nobody for shit
Git out my face looking boy
Basically boy you’re never gonna be capable
of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, ’cause

I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I’m racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet’s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

[Verse 3:]
So you’ll be Thor and I’ll be Odin
You rodent, I’m omnipotent
Let off then I’m reloading
Immediately with these bombs I’m totin’
And I should not be woken
I’m the walking dead
But I’m just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I’m out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothing in common, poodle
I’m a Doberman, pinch yourself
In the arm and pay homage, pupil
It’s me
My honesty’s brutal
But it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize
What I do though for good
At least once in a while so I wanna make sure
Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to
Maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case ’cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes
But sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come trying to
Censor you like that one line I said
On “I’m Back” from the Mathers LP
One when I tried to say I’ll take seven kids from Columbine
Put ’em all in a line
Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now
That I ain’t as big as I was, but I’m
Morphin’ into an immortal coming through the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You’re pointless as Rapunzel
With fucking cornrows
You write normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya
Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad
‘Cause Fab said he looked like a fag
At Mayweather’s pad singin’ to a man
While he play piano
Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special
On the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day
“Hey, Fab, I’mma kill you”
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I’m superhuman
Innovative and I’m made of rubber, so that anything you say is
Ricochet in off a me and it’ll glue to you
And I’m devastating more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitating
Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they’ll be celebrating
‘Cause I know the way to get ’em motivated
I make elevating music
You make elevator music
“Oh, he’s too mainstream.”
Well, that’s what they do
When they get jealous, they confuse it
“It’s not hip hop, it’s pop.”
‘Cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on “Lose Yourself” and make ’em lose it
I don’t know how to make songs like that
I don’t know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of these verses that versus you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin’ you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice,

your songs you could sacrifice virgins to
Unghh, school flunky, pill junky
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself ’cause I make me do what I put my mind to
When I’m a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues
But it’s still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you
I’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
I’m asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys
“Still chunky, but funky”
But in my head there’s something
I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and
Here’s what they want from me
They’re asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it
Life’s handing you lemons
Make lemonade then
But if I can’t batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don’t mistake him for Satan
It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and
Don’t be a retard, be a king?
Think not
Why be a king when you can be a God?

Derived poem:

Everybody immortal nuisance when rhymes aftermath
rappers maybe rhymes
Gonna grow boy

I liked that fact that this particular poem came out much better than I expected. Granted, since I made the settings randomized, I was able to hit the “generate” button a few times until I had a somewhat meaningful set of language that could be interpreted. Personally, this poem gives me a kind of feeling of dystopia or post apocalyptic setting where “rappers” are free to do as they please, or perhaps free will is the foundation of society rather than the imposition of government. “Gonna grow boy” give a sort of optimism to the piece that makes me feel like just starting out this dystopia is worried, but shows promise for what the future will hold.

For the second part of my mediation, I have a bit of trouble, but tried my best to use the context-free generator randomly create sentences. I think with a bit more practice I’ll get the hang of it. This particular context reminded me almost immediately of the board game, CLUE, so I wanted to make a random generator of a similar murder scenario with some new characters, and some old. Here is the first one that was generated:

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Classic Hilary. I feel like I had almost ultimate control of what came out of this generator as opposed to the last, but this will surely differ with the more options that are added to the spreadsheet.

Meditation #4

In my transcription of audio to plain text, I just chose an interview of Will Smith by Jimmy Fallon on the Tonight Show. This particular piece was semi-structured since Jimmy had points that he wanted to move forward with in the show with Will. However, there was plenty of improvisation during the piece which made it fit the criteria for the meditation perfectly. Here it is below:

J=Jimmy Fallon
W=Will Smith

J: I’m glad you’re here. You’re the best. We have a lot in common actually.
W: We do?
J: Yeah. Yeah, we both love music…
W: Love music. Yes.
J: We both like rap music.
W: We like rap music, yes.
J: Yep. You’re a famous rapper.
W: Yes. You’re uhh, uhh…
J: I’m uhh, a classically trained beatboxer.
W: Yes, you’re right. A classically trained beatboxer.
J: Yes. So I wanted to try something fun with you here. I got this iPad app.
W: Uhh oh.
J: It’s called uhh, looper or loopy or something like that.
W: Looper or loopy.
J: And yeah, what you can do is record ourselves beatboxing and layer a bunch of parts on top of each other and then it’ll loop over and over again and then we can rap over that.
W: Ahh, like recorded layering.
J: Yes, is that what it’s called?
W: Yes.
J: Yes of course. That’s what I was going to say.
W: Yes, we’re gonna layer. Obvi, yes we’re going to layer the rhythms, we’re gonna do, we’re gonna track, ok.
J: Yeah, we’re gonna, yeah, here’s a mic.
W: Which, ok.
J: And a mic for me.
W: Woooo, sexy.
J: I know. Alright so.
W: One, two.
J: MMM, check, check, check.
W; OK.
J: Alright so.
W: Ok.
J: So I’ll do the first one.
W: Do you know how to work it?
J: Yeah I think so.
W: You’re looking like not steady.

Then for my second piece, I already found myself in the library and thought it would be interesting to transcribe the titles of a selection of books already ordered on a shelf.

The Measure of the Universe
The Measure of the Universe
Facts and Speculations in Cosmology
Powers of Ten
The Universe, the Eleventh Dimension, and Everything
The Universe: Its Beginning and End
Modern Cosmology and Philosophy
Measuring the Cosmos
Great Design
The Wraparound Universe
Emerging Cosmology
Galaxy Formation
The Accelerating Universe
Origins: The Lives and Worlds of Modern Cosmologists
An Introduction to Modern Cosmology
Planets and Their Atmospheres
Constructing the Universe

unnamedTo speak to both of these meditations, I find it difficult to relate either of them to myself personally, although perhaps the fact that the ordering of the library books speaks to my precision I typically take with all of my work and decisions. As for the transcription of Jimmy Fallon’s show, who doesn’t like a bit of comedy?

Meditation #3

I began with two separate texts found on the Gutenberg eBooks site. One called “Mr. Punch In Wig and Gown” and the second called “Birds and All Nature Vol VII, No. 2”. I took the first few lines from the nature book and a poem from Mr. Punch’s book and went to work in the text editor. First, added line breaks every 30 characters and then I removed the letter “I” from all text. I figured this would allow me to make it into a slightly more meaningful poem without an author, but also make some strange instance where single consonants stand alone because they are missing the capital “I”. This was the final product.

HE ARRVED that year very am watching, am waiting,
early in the season. t was And my hair is growing grey,
about the twelfth of February For it is exasperating,
that first heard his That no business comes my way.
plaintive note far up in the Other men in briefs may revel
maple tree. Could it be Mr. When successfully they plead,
Bluebird, questioned as am only a poor “devil,”
hastened to the window Often worked but never fee’d.
opera-glass in hand? Yes, E’en the bank-clerk in the
there he stood, not too city
comfortably dressed am Has a salary that’s small,
afraid, in his blue cap, But we juniors, more’s the
sky-blue overcoat and pity,
russet-brown vest edged with Don’t make anything at all.
a trimming of feathers soft Living still on false
and white.pretences,
Since the truth we dare not
There had been a slight fall own,
of snow during the night, and Some not earning their
fancied, from his pensive expenses
note, that he was chiding f the facts were truly known.
himself for leaving the And meantime the years are
Mississippi Valley, to which flying,
he had journeyed at the first Bringing changes p’raps for
touch of wintry weather in some,
llinois.Not for me tho’; ’m relying
On the practice that’s to
At this moment from the come.
topmost branch of an
adjoining maple came a low,
sweet, tremulous note very
much indeed like a sigh.

Secondly, took a JPEG file in TextEdit and began to modify it.

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Copying, pasting, deleting, inserting, and rearranging, I finally came out this this as my final product: