Invitation to Invention


Create complex security questions: "If you have a security question on your account like 'What's your mother's maiden name?' make sure it's not actually your mother's maiden name because information like that is quite easy to compromise,” said Taylor Smith, a University of Waterloo Master’s student.
The name of your invisible friend might be …

Still don't quite follow the logic of compromised information whether truth or fiction it's still leakable.

And so for day 1803

On Structures Appropriate and Effective

Let The Power Fall
By Robert Fripp
As posted to Netime
By Geert Lovink

1 One can work within any structure.
2 One can work within any structure, some structures are more efficient
than others.
3 There is no structure which is universally appropriate.

19 Reciprocation between independent structures is a framework of interacting units which is itself a structure.
20 Any appropriate structure of interacting units can work within any other structure of interacting units.
21 Once this is so, some structures of interacting units are efficient than others.
The document Let the Power Fall by Robert Fripp
was included in the album of Frippertronics called "Let the Power Fall" (1981)

And so for day 1802


I've seen this quoted as "Creation Is A Constant Correcting Of Errors". That needs correcting. It is "drawing" that is the subject of this characterization and the generalization to "creation" is far more tentative…

Drawing is a constant correcting of errors. Maybe a great deal of creation is actually that. There’s not really a point when you are suddenly aware there is nothing more to correct. And if you were aware of that, that would probably be very bad.
John Berger in an interview with Newsnight's Gavin Esler in 2011

And so for day 1801

A Tale of Two Spaces

Daniel Tammet
Born on a Blue Day

On the library at Salt Lake City where he met fellow savant Kim Peek

The huge space was infused with daylight and I felt the familiar tingle of tranquility inside me. Libraries had always had the power to make me feel at peace. There were no crowds, only small pockets of individuals reading or moving from shelf to shelf or desk to desk. There was no sudden loud outburst of noise, just the gentle flicking of pages or the intimate chatter between friends and colleagues. I had never seen or been in any library quite like this before; it really seemed to me like the enchanted palace of a fairy tale.
On supermarkets
For a while we shopped each week at our local supermarket, as many people do. However, I would regularly switch off and become anxious and uncommunicative because of the size of the store, the large numbers of shoppers and the amount of stimuli around me. Supermarkets are also often overheated, which is a problem for me because my skin can become itchy and uncomfortable when I feel too warm. Then there are the flickering, fluorescent lights that hurt my eyes. The solution was to go instead to smaller, local shops, which are much more comfortable for me to use, are often less expensive to shop in and support small businesses in our community.
Would love to do an experiment that hooks up heart monitors to people passing through the built environment and plot the different heart rates in different places.

And so for day 1800

Dust Washed

Edward Thomas has a keen observant eye. This is the ending of "Tall Nettles"

This corner of the farmyard I like most:
As well as any bloom upon a flower
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost
Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.
Selected by James Reeves for Penguin's Georgian Poetry anthology.

Young nettles in springtime do make a fine potherb. Dustless.

And so for day 1799


Debbie Strange's tanka appeared in Literary Review of Canada and are also accessible on the blog Warp and Weft - Images and Words

Vanishing Point

the last
grain elevator
our little town sinks
further into dust

we leave
wild blanketflowers
on your grave
hoping deer will come
to keep you warm

trees stand
against the horizon
so far
and few between
but, oh, this prairie sky
I would reverse some lines and reorder the tanka:
so far
and few between
trees stand
against the horizon
vanishing point

our little town sinks
further into dust
the last
grain elevator

hoping deer will come
to keep you warm
we leave
wild blanketflowers
on your grave

but, oh, this prairie sky
This all began with thinking about the place of the arresting image of the demolished grain elevator and then the replacing carried on and on out to a vanishing point… still lost in the grandeur of the sky.

And so for day 1798

Shapely Sentence Quiz

Walter Pater in The Renaissance provides this neatly balanced assertion.

He is before all things a poetical painter, blending the charm of story and sentiment, the medium of the art of poetry, with the charm of line and color, the medium of abstract painting.
This is about:

A) Botticelli

B) Da Vinci

C) Michelangelo

D) Picasso

And so for day 1797

From Trickle To Puddle

Karel Čapek
I Had a Dog and a Cat

I have never meditated before on how to get a dog from underneath a table, I suppose that it is usually done by sitting down on the floor and expostulating with the animal, using intellectual and emotional arguments to get it out. I tried it both with a generous and commanding voice; I begged and bribed Minda with lumps of sugar, I had a go at making a little dog of myself to entice her out. When all attempts had failed, I threw myself under the table, and dragged her out by the legs into the light. It was a brutal and unexpected violence. Minda stood on her legs, humiliated and trembling like a virgin in disgrace, and she strained out of herself her first reproachful little pool.
Thus begins a lasting relationship.

And so for day 1796

Subduing the Sofa

Given the handsome design on the cover this is one I would love to encounter while unpacking my library as Walter Benjamin does

I am unpacking my library. Yes, I am. The books are not yet on the shelves, not yet touched by the mild boredom of order.
Where would one put Hollandsong by Marvyne Jenoff?

She writes in "Moving Up"
the huge new sofa
topples the room with its black
weight, moves in a changing
gravity as we rearrange
and finally give up on balance, unpack
little things,

our thousand
books to the ceiling
dusted one by one,
they get us back in scale.
Imagine books taming the furniture… for what is a surface without its volume?

And so for day 1795


Jeff Derksen segment from "Interface" in Dwell (1993)

Almost a non sequitur. The target is neoliberal globalism.

I bought your book for a quarter.

My body's attached to my leg, to a genetic history, to a parallel sentence structure stretching over the horizon.

"A reader must face the fact that Canadian literature is undeniably sombre and negative, and that this to a large extent is both a reflection and a a chosen definition of the national sensibility."

Cheerleading is a growth industry in the U.S.

I'm stepping aside here, just to say that if it's not my job, I'm not going to do it, and if it's not my arm I won't twist it.
A way back into the grid of these declarations is via the source of the quotation — that bit about sombre CanLit is from Marie Mulvey-Roberts The Handbook to Gothic Literature quoting Margaret Atwood Survival: A Thematic Guide to Canadian Literature and now reproduced by Jeff Derksen. And that may not be the author's route. Mulvey-Roberts and Derksen may have gone directly to the source independently. But they chose to quote the same package.

I didn't buy the book. I borrowed it from a tax-supported library. Furthermore not Dwell but the publication of "Interface" in The New Long Poem Anthology.

And so for day 1794