I stumbled upon this bad ass - Santiago Ramon y Cajal - the founding father of Neuroscience.
But I began my day considering AI. It's hard for me to wrap my head around this stuff. I have to try and it almost hurts. I end up at nuance. It feels to me like nuance is emotion leaking out of us here and there and is the defining feature of subjective experience. Do we learn to model nuance first and then refine it and make it uniquely our own? That doesn't feel true. We learn the thing, whatever it is, then inadvertently give it nuance through our subjective experience. WTF. I spend my days searching for nuance and amplifying it. Can a computer be given enough modeling input to obtain nuance? I don't think so. But it can come close. It's happening as I sit here and write. Tesler's Theorem: AI is whatever hasn't been done yet. More on this later. I just started thinking about it yesterday. I'm going to go read about the rather hot founding father of neuroscience. But first, I'll highlight a product I'm fond of. Today's item worthy of much praise is: Cire Trudon SPIRITUS SANCTI
This stuff is wildly expensive. I get the travel size room spray because the perfume is way above my pay grade. I'm a Hillbilly Lux. It smells absolutely beautiful. Brandi C turned me on to it.
Like everyone I deeply respect the great masters. I have seen a handful of very famous paintings and stood in awe of them. Amadeo Modigliani recently came to my attention through a book I'm reading. It's ridiculous because he's one of those guys whose paintings sell for $140,000,000.00 but I had never heard of him. I started looking online at his work and reading about his life. I thought he was cool. Interesting. Utterly unique. I kept looking and I began to understand. In every portrait he captured an actual spark of real humanity. Painted it onto the canvas. Human emotion and the nuance of extremely discreet expression actually transferred through his brush and embedded in the painting. I understood how incredibly rare this is. In painting. In music. In all of art. The few who can see and repeat these moments. The capturers of fleeting humanity.
I'm in Austin with Waylon. It's a forced vacation. He's at camp. I'm not at Bonaroo. Isn't that where I should be? Dancing in the sun? Pawning my wares? Pushing my brand? Telling all who will listen and possibly hire me that I'm one of the best mixers out there? I'm a great producer too but no one calls for that anymore. People send me recordings to mix knowing I'll put all of my production skills to work in the mix, adding more than just a blend and a balance. I'm waiting for the producer/artist who is in fact honest enough to go ahead and credit me for this work that is more than just a mix. It hasn't happened yet. Not in decades. I'm not jaded. It is how it works and always has. That was a rant. But this is my blog so I can rant if I want. You don't have to read it. You don't have to agree. A large part of the problem is I manage myself and I'm a BAD MANAGER. Self promotion makes me tired. I come from an era where talking about a session I'm involved in was forbidden and sharing photos would have me fired. Those days are gone, I know, but the sanctity of the process still has a hold on me. Self promotion is however necessary so I'm doing it. Starting today. Through this blog. Let's move on to another product that I very much enjoy.
The Lorina line of premium French soda. I'm a LaCroix girl through and through but if I want something sweet I go for this brand.
This is my blog and I'll write what comes to mind. I wish I had kept journals. I admire people who have. I never found my life fascinating enough to feel writing down the events of my day was necessary. But somehow now that I'm getting older I see the value. I must want to share it otherwise I'd be writing this in a nice leather bound journal (of which I have over a dozen - all blank). I used to write. Before the baby. Before the man. Before the flood. This isn't a work blog but I'll write about work. I may even throw in a mix tip or two. I also plan to highlight products I love. I'll start with my MAKITA Impact Driver and Drill set.
It's so bad ass. This isn't an ad for Makita. I don't have an endorsement. My dad buys my tools. He always has. I LOVE IT. I think I'll list one product per day.