While looking at a grayed-out military base on Google Maps sent to me by a friend and visible above in the lower right-hand corner, I found a link to the above map. It appears that pizza delivery driver Will Dockery and his fellow employees have documented their deliveries from October 20, 2008 until the most recent update on September 8, 2009.
I love the overlapping histories and trajectories; Dockery’s deliveries bounded by the forbidden zone of the military base. What if every cell phones enabled a simple tracking of a behavior, overlaid on a map? What if this kind of data were as ubiquitous as photography?
The Acorn Electron game “Commando” which is nothing like it’s title. I love the intense shooting sequences and blowing palm trees where the bullets move across the screen slower than you would walk and almost nothing moves.
When I first bought my Fender Squier (above) for about $100 ten years ago, I didn’t know anything about guitars and it was basically the only one I could afford anyway. After a few years I realized how crummy it was as a status object, even though it played fine. I was embarassed, thinking that “real” musicians had vintage guitars worth thousands and I had my cheap, Indonesian-made knock-off of the real thing.
Time passed, and I grew up. The guitar played (and continues to play) amazingly. Maybe not the delight of a perfect 1960’s Strat but still completely useable. There have been hiccups in my confidence; nothing could have brought my self-consciousness out more than playing in Rhys Chatham’s “Crimson Grail“. Four-hundred guitarists in NYC is sure to bring out the gear fetishist in everyone. That said, I love my guitar and now take pride in playing with it.
Lately, though, I’ve been thinking about my guitar in a slightly different way. First, that I’ve had this guitar so long that I know how to play it in a way that can’t be bought. Ten years of learning it’s quirks and touches isn’t something to be passed up. I don’t have to think, just play.
But more interestingly I think is that I’ve never had any work done on the guitar – it’s never be re-setup, had a fret job, nothing. So the guitar decays. I’ve noticed this recently because the neck is starting to get loose. Much more easily I can push or pull on it and change the pitch. I enjoy this, because I can now articulate sounds with my whole body, not just my fingers and along with some new tunings I’ve come up with the sound gets really full and subtle, like a Leslie cabinet.
A few days ago I was doing some improvising in preparation for a performance and was tipping the guitar upside down and back. The weight of the neck alone was causing deflection and pitch change. The “problem” is easily fixed with a few turns of a screwdriver but I’ve decided to let it go. I’m going to age with the guitar and see where it takes me. If, eventually, the neck falls off I’ll be making some weird music for sure, but I like the idea of following path of the instrument.