OK - here is the 19th year of the card I first put up around now in 1994 ... the last host went out of business and my free hosting doesn't support auto streaming, so you'll have to click on the player to listen..
The drawing came together in about a minute. The music was done in midi editing with a keyboard looking at a score and happened to take considerably longer. I put it on a server I was running on a computer under my desk and sent the link to readers of The Crandall Surf Report - an early pre-blog I wrote in the Mosaic era.
I didn't think much of it until the second year when people started bothering me to re-post it. Dozens of people. One thing led after another and now it is celebrating its 19th year.
The current server, and I think this is the fifth, no longer supports midi and I was forced to convert it to mp3. So much for authenticity.
anyway ... whatever your holiday, have a good one!
Our perception of depth depends on more than stereo cues. That offers artist opportunity. Here an effort is made to make photos of 3d objects appear to be 2d illustrations. Serious work by the makeup artists.
Apple has stashed away some fine high resolution images that you can use as desktop wallpapers. Just go to
/Library/Screen Savers/Default Collections/
if you aren't unix-y, type clover-shift-g and then add the path shown above into the window. You'll find four directories with some beautiful images... National Geographic, Aerial, Cosmos, and Nature Patterns
John Siracusa publishes a dive into what's new for each major OS X release - his Mavericks piece on online at Ars
Running out of cat names, Apple moved to California locations. Mavericks is a place near Half Moon Bay with surfing roots.
Last Saturday, an elderly man set up a stall near Central Park and sold eight spray-painted canvases for less than one five-hundredth of their true value. The art works were worth more than two hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars, but the man walked away with just four hundred and twenty dollars. Each canvas was an original by the enigmatic British artist Banksy, who was approaching the midpoint of a monthlong residency in New York City. Banksy had asked the man to sell the works on his behalf. For several hours, hundreds of oblivious locals and tourists ignored the quiet salesman, along with the treasure he was hiding in plain sight. The day ended with thirty paintings left unsold. One Banksy aficionado, certain she could distinguish a fake from the real thing, quietly scolded the man for knocking off the artist’s work.
Normally, Banksy has no trouble attracting customers. Five years ago, two of his pieces were sold for more than three million dollars combined. It would take the elderly man in Central Park almost twenty years to amass the same lofty sum. What makes Banksy’s subversive stunt so compelling is that it forces us to acknowledge how incoherently humans derive value. How can a person be willing to pay five hundred times more than another for the same art work born in the same artist’s studio?