1000 years of bread

When people set out to do something spectacular, sometimes they just make it silly or asinine. For example, the song Organ²/ASLSP (As SLow aS Possible) is currently being played out of a church in Germany, having begun in 2001 and intended to conclude in 2640. Despite having been playing for 13 years come this Friday, the song is currently only on its thirteenth note and the next note change will not occur until September 5th of 2020.

That’s not very interesting to listen to, obviously. It’s just an organ softly humming a single note for the next six years. Every couple of years, I check in to see their progress, but it’s not something I’d want to livestream, if you know what I mean.

This, however, is.

When I first read about Longplayer and its projected one millennium duration, I expected something similar to ASLSP, but it’s more than that. The notes change regularly. I’ve been listening to the song for about forty minutes now and my feelings are mixed, but only because I can’t decide whether the song is soothing or eerie. Produced by Tibetan singing bowls and gongs, it has a sonorous quality that I could see in the background of a horror movie just as readily as I could see it in more innocuous places (which, indeed, it has occupied).

I recommend you give it a listen.

For at least a little while.


Update and a piece of bread

Progress on Good News continues. It’s easier to work on it outside than at home, so I haven’t been finishing it as quickly as I’d like, but it’s coming along. Presently, it stands at nine Word pages and 5113 words. I’m thinking it’s going to finish at around 8500 words and I’m planning to see about distributing it for $2.99 USD or thereabouts. The excerpts posted earlier are of the first draft and will not include changes and suggestions made by my editor(s).

Situation update: Going home-hunting Saturday. Things are going to be very tight and unpleasant, but somehow it’ll work out, or so I keep telling myself.

Meanwhile, here’s a song I think serves as a teaser for the larger story to which this serves as a prequel-sequel (possible trigger warning: Implied abuse): Within Temptation – Angels

Good News (Episode 2) and 24 hours of Bread

Episode 1

Why I’m doing this and how you can help

And just a little something that might help your day (and night) go a little easier

Clap along.

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Well, one human probably wasn’t much of a threat, no matter how bizarre it was that she could be traveling on her own when there are prowlers and dangerous animals in the wilderness. Almost every caravan brought stories of people being attacked by wild animals or having brushes with bandits that they’d never seen coming because they’d let their lamps run low on fuel or their mage hadn’t replenished the magic keeping the caravan and road illuminated. If you’re going to travel alone, as far as I’m concerned, you’d have to be crazy not to at least take a Hellkind horse and be a mage or an accomplished hunter, someone who could defend themselves in a pinch. But here was Katherine, walking to the gates as casually as could be, just like she had no idea how lucky she was to have arrived at all. Frederick and Andrea were already walking to meet her, probably thinking she was seeking assistance for a larger group who hadn’t come into the town’s cavern for whatever reason. I decided I wanted a closer look at the stranger myself.
     I was halfway down the stone ladder before I realized I’d forgotten my bow. I gazed at it, innocently resting against the rail where I’d been standing. Despite having that niggling feeling like something was wrong about this situation, I decided to leave it there. If two fully trained demons couldn’t handle one human, there was probably nothing I could do about it. Besides, carrying a bow to meet this woman just seemed, you know, wrong. I didn’t care if I got chewed out about it later.
     The only thing the spyglass had misled me about as her height. Frederick stood at about six and a half feet, solidly built and as dark of skin as a coal vein; Andrea was a lanky six feet and carried an equally long spear in case of horsemen, and both of them loomed over the woman in a manner that I would have found intimidating, but she seemed blissfully unaware of. She had to crane her neck to smile at them, but smile she did. I noticed she had very pale eyes that she blinked often, preventing me from figuring out if they were blue or grey. They flicked from face to face, taking the three of us in as if searching for something. Again, I swear I saw her eyes give off a multicolored glint as Frederick summoned up an orb of light so we could see her better. I was the only one who didn’t have to look down to see them and for some reason this pleased me.
     She introduced herself as Katherine and assured us that, no, she really was traveling alone and there weren’t others waiting for her. Where had she come from? Originally from Spokane, she replied, smiling as if this was funny for some reason. That set us back a bit. I’d never even heard of Spokane. Where was that, I ventured to ask, and she looked at me and laughed softly—reader, I tell you again, the thoughts that went through my head!—and said that it was about two thousand miles west of here. I’m ashamed that I didn’t stop to think of what that meant, but at the time, all I could do was gape at the matter-of-fact way she said it. I found myself trying to imagine traveling so far and wondered how often she had been on foot, alone, as she was now.
     Bizarre though her story was, there wasn’t any reason for us to turn her away at the gates just yet. No reason that anyone was willing to say out loud, at least. Looking back, I wonder if either of the other two guessed who she was. If they had, would they have said anything? I followed the woman and the two guards inside the gates, hanging back while Frederick and Andrea asked the necessary questions. What had brought her to our little city? She wanted to travel the world. Did that mean she wouldn’t be staying long? No, not long at all, most likely. Was there something about Crossville in particular that had brought her here?
     Katherine looked back over her shoulder at me at that moment and I had the strangest feeling that she wanted me to see the look on her face. I remember it perfectly, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to pick apart the layers of emotion in that faint little smile she showed me. Was that sadness, or was she wistful for something? I felt included in a joke that wasn’t funny and which I didn’t understand, but something, maybe my heart, surged at being welcomed into her confidence like this. As our eyes met, something clicked and the world suddenly seemed more… I don’t know… real.
     “I’m looking for people who might be interested in coming with me,” she said at last.

At Least I Still Have You

I wanted to link this song back in the first Bread from Heaven post, but international copyrights had shut down all the working links. Well, somehow it appears to have slipped its copyright reins, because I see several copies on youtube!

For your audio pleasure (relatively speaking, as it’s only 240p, but there really are no better quality versions available…)

Sandy Lam – Zhi Shai Hai You Ni

Bread from Heaven

Well, life goes on, not comfortably, but still forward. I spent the weekend at a June Faire, an SCA event, which would have gone better if I’d had company. Unfortunately, my introversion makes it difficult to interact with people, so I spent most of the time reading and finished Towers of Midnight–a book of more than 800 pages–and added a few hundred words to my own writing, which had been at a block. Next event, I plan on trying to make myself a bit more inviting for company. Hopefully I won’t burn as badly in the sun, either…

I recently discovered a radio station which plays a variety of music, some I like, some by which I’m a lot less enthused, but in particular one song that has quickly grown on me. It went from a song to which I liked listening to a song that made my eyes wet, and then I saw the video for it. After I finished crying, I knew I had to post it.

Macklemore and Ryan Lewis featuring Mary Lambert – Same Love

For your hunger, I give you bread from Heaven

Every now and then I find things I have to share, be it an invigorating story, a song that gave me the autonomous sensory meridian response, a movie that consistently makes me cry (there are a few of those…) or just something I think everyone should see.

Today’s candidates:

I think every artist in the world should see this. Even if their form of art has nothing to do with drawing.

I have an absurd love for the song Caramelldansen (some would call it an obsession, but I can quit whenever I want). A lot of people may already be familiar with this track from the Swedish group Caramell since it took off as an Internet meme when a user sped up the song, turning it into something cute and bouncy. Since then, there have been about a dozen new iterations and remixes, including an English version.

Well, a few days ago, I ran aground of two new versions done by fans that instantly found their way onto my repeat list.

Caramelldansen – Acoustic
Caramelldansen – Banjo and Melodica

Speaking of songs which trigger that little shiver of pleasure, one of my favorite artists of all time, Sandy Lam, has a song which never fails to give me that response. If you can’t read the characters, the pinyin is Wei Ni Wo Shou Leng Feng Chui, if you should need it for any reason. My ASMR triggers between 1:06 and 1:26, especially in the latter 10 seconds.

This artist also has produced of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard (Zhi Shao Hai You Ni), but sadly, it’s almost impossible to find a copy online, thanks to international copyright laws. The only place this far west that I can find the song anymore is in googling “zshyn.swf” for Flash movies made in homage. I have the track on CD, but unfortunately, have no way of sharing it in its true glory.

Jamin Winans is a man who deserves more recognition. His film, Ink (Recommended for mature audiences due to strong language and violence) has received almost no acknowledgement in Hollywood because of where it got its start: pirating online. Self-produced for a budget of $250,000 (a mere fraction of the cost of many Hollywood films), without the attention it received from pirating, Ink may never have taken off. To that end, rather than feel affronted at having what little profit he expected be further reduced from pirating, Jamin Winans opted to embrace the piracy for the greater exposure it gave his film. I’d like to think he wouldn’t greatly mind me linking this more obscure Italian subtitled version of the film (you can turn them off). In fact, I highly doubt it, especially since I’m also going to tell you that you can get a physical copy of this masterpiece from his website.

One of his short films, SPIN, is also available for viewing.