As a fan of Snoopy comics and old animated movies, my initial reaction to this news was also “eww”. But to be honest, this 3D Snoopy doesn’t look all that bad. Well, it’s true we can now see Snoopy’s fur and – oh, good grief - Charlie Brown’s teeth! That’s a lot of unoriginal details compared to the comics. But if we look around at any other 3D animation we will notice the modeling of this movie is so simplistic. So it really depends on with what we compare it to. Going 3D inevitably brings texture, shading into the business. Apparently the movie makers don’t lack the technology to make it much more realistic (like what Disney did with the ice and the snow in Frozen?) But they choose a minimal setting, and perhaps even a bit too plain. That brings me into thinking that they have made an effort to try to balance between natural looking in 3D and the original style of simplicity. One doesn’t simply say something is inappropriate just because he believes it should just be the way he thinks it ought to be.
Since some protestors brought Tintin into the conversation, I will take it and I think it illustrates quite the opposite point. I first get to know about Tintin from none other but the 3D movie. I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. The animation quality only adds to its brilliance. (Uncanny valley? Just another typical syndrome of narrow-mindedness.) Exactly because of the movie, I got interested and moved on to read the original comic. At first sight I was amused by the portrait of Tintin. I thought, two dots for his eyes? But pretty soon I loved the comics no less than I do with the movie. So why can’t I be more open-minded towards the 3D Snoopy?
We see Snoopy everywhere, on pencil boxes, on T shirts. But how many know what kind of character Snoopy is? The point is to have more people discover the greatness inside the beagle. Some of them might, like myself in the case of Tintin, go to dig for the original comics. And maybe they will appreciate the comics better, or not. What matters is Snoopy continues to bring joy to the world, and his spirit continues to kindle our hearts.
Now that well reminds me of BT. His late effort has been devoted to making “entry level” EDM (I just meant dance-floor inspired). I remember him saying
…as people get into the dance music their tastes change and refine and then listening to something like what I do or Boards of Canada or Au5 appeals to them.
(Hey hey, I’m a living example here again!) So if he wants to make something to entertain his target for a while I’m all fine (though I don’t listen to them.) And this is analogous to what I’m trying to say here regarding the new 3D Snoopy movie. I might still not be so much a fan for the visuals. But judging from the trailer, which has already presented some of the very essence of the peanuts gang. I gladly look forward to seeing it. I hope it still conveys the warmth, loveliness and naughtiness, which could definitely be done.
It is said before this album, Tomorrow’s Harvest, was released, the label invited listeners to go to the desert. And there they played the entire album accompanied by visuals. Even if I haven’t seen any video clips from that scene, the knowledge of it alone has had a great impact on the listening experience.
Prior to this release, Boards of Canada was mostly active before I started listening to electronic music. I regret that I only got to know about them in last June, when suddenly the entire electronic music community was flooded and thrilled by the news of BoC’s return. I couldn’t remember how it felt when listening to the preview, or the full leak. Perhaps didn’t appreciate it too much, that is, compared to today’s feeling. I figure I decided to buy it partially also out of awe for Warp records. But as soon as I got my hand on the hard copy, I couldn’t get it off.
A trumpet opens the curtain and briefly calls for attention. Immediately I’m drawn to the outer space. Everything becomes still. The emergence of the periodic rumbling and the electronic noise on top are as if an approaching old spaceship, gradually covers half of the sight. It then fades to the other side with its unfinished mission. Last December I was supposed to see the Geminids. But the stormy weather didn’t allow this, leaving me with a small sigh.
As I’m pondering over the lost sound, the next second I’m brought down by an earthly power. Reach For the Dead is the one. Isn’t this earth the whole world when I’m down on it. Isn’t this earth so vast and solemn. I’m watching the polar dawn over the ice blue landscape and focusing on the subtle friction. It could be a lone traveller’s dragging leg over the snow. How I love hearing this granular grinding. How I wish to be decomposed to be one particle of that sound. Now, I hear Trance fade in. I think this must be Trance, non other is. Because the slowly but surely rippling sound wave comes to overwhelm my consciousness. There it goes “Listen” – and it intensifies. An un-resting oscillation floating above the silent ground, the memories from the past racing through the present mind, until even the pillars of percussions couldn’t sustain it and give way to the quelling orchestra. This tranquilizing effect must be the work of the force of gravity. As I’m ready to close my eyes in peace, a transient coupling of broken hats keeps my arms reaching out. But I never got hold of anything. read more …
Another sleeping beauty awakened.
I used to think the opening track 13 Angels On My Broken Windowsill is the only listenable track. Now it seems likely the conclusion was drawn from the frustration of the un-chewable Go(d)t that follows. So I procrastinated the ordering of this album till a year later – so late that if not BT’s next album is coming out.
After an excursion into the Mount Carmel, it felt better to take a nap with the new CD than to read information theory. So it set off with the familiar soundscape of 13 Angels. The bells ring to the wind and the wind brings it to every corner of the space. Added to that reflective ringing is an absorptive pavement of calmness. It might be reminiscent of the sound design of This Binary Universe. But the incorporation of dubstep paragraph seems to be an emulative protest against this assertion anyone would have in the beginning. I still don’t submit to this blend as I didn’t one year ago. But I don’t know perhaps this brutality is exactly why the ending becomes my favorite part, which is a soulful ascending from the flesh of reckless bassline. A weightless and thoughtful formulation that radiates much more electronic fragrance than those of three minutes ago.
I honestly don’t understand why that flawless ending would fade into this null space of Go(d)t. Better for later research…
Then I thought I dreamt about being waken up by a remote call from the past “It’s okay, just wake up… Wake up!” And the world starts to whirl like a balloon in some unintentional humming notes. The theme of Hymn  never cease to repeat itself with only minor yet intriguing glitch tweaks that often occur, adding to the seeming monochrome some kaleidoscopic hues and shades. And of course the joining in of the percussion that manifests itself in a most IDM way makes the whole thing complete.
On a structural level of the entire album, the inclusion of some feet-aiming dance music also reiterates its determination not to be a This Binary Universe Vol. 2. It never hurts to release oneself by some 4/4 beats of Hikari after a trek of inner exploration. Although Seven-Hundred-Thirty-Nine might have been too athletic to fit into a mind seeking for aesthetic pleasure. Thankfully as a law of nature the energetic 739 does not and cannot last very long.
Our Dark Garden is a global maximum of the entire 80 minutes. It begins with the gentlest guitar stream whispering into me and my heartbeat can’t help but to synchronize with it. Then the scene gradually zooms out, leaving one to realize the guitar stream is the only source of warmth in this vastness. But it’s so nice to witness the harmonious dynamics in spite of a bit of coldness. And finally the hopeful vocal comes to mix everything and takes everything away. Yet the seeds containing the light are forever left on earth.
The closing track is a fine mixture of ambient, glitch and mainstream dance music. Overall uplifting, well-carved and shows the opposite of what its title indicates.
Okay, considering the fact I didn’t study that much in my undergraduate years, I am not at a very comfortable position to say these. But… I’ll still say these.
The motivation to study Aerospace Engineering was simple. Before university I was still obsessed with military aircrafts. To think I might be able to be part of a jet fighter project made me thrilled. And there, driven by total amateur passion, I went to study Aeronautics. During these four years, the most “relevant” thing I’ve ever done are reading Kelly Johnson’s autobiograph and playing Tom Clancy’s Hawx. That said, the relevancy mentioned here is pretty much an out-dated definition. It means the things that remind me of my initial expectation of being an Aerospace student. I didn’t appreciate Aerodynamics or Mechanics of Materials until it’s too late. Now that I think of it, they are interesting subjects I’d like to have a more solid understanding of. Yet undeniably they make an aircraft lose its coolness in my eyes. Structures inside are boring beams, lift and drag forces are about solving some notouriously hard PDE, oh and engines! Combustion or heat transfer are way too formidable and unlovely to me. The fact is, when I had a chance to switch major, I did.
When applying to the Technion, I decided to fill in Autonomous System and Robotics, an interdisciplinary program. I didn’t quite comprehend what this ‘Autonomous’ thing means back then. (Not entirely sure even now.) But I had a “good idea” about Robotics. I knew in this field some people make robots that move and some others deal with robots that think. I said to myself I don’t care at all if a robot can walk like a human. All that dynamics and stability issue are not of my concern. They to Robotics are like nuts and bolts to an airplane (My hatred toward Mechanical Design never ceases.) – all too trivial and “hardware-level”. So I expect more Machine Learning or Artificial Intelligence. And again I had a romantic fantasy about Robotics.
Robotics, the word itself is first invented by Isaac Asimov, my favorite writer. In his books, Robotics has a much larger scope. It even includes the ethics of robots in human society. And the robots there are have fascinating characters. Nothing can keep me from mentioning the cuteness of Giscard. He’s just a tin-like robot, unlike Daniel who is perfect in terms of human-resemblance. But he has such a helpless cuteness embedded in his personality! And, unfortunately my decision to turn to this study track was perhaps entirely influenced by this false illusion. read more …
It’s been five years since the rediscovery of The Antikythera Mechanism, during which I’ve picked up This Binary Universe – the still most mathematically beautiful album so far – for countless times. But it’s been a while I haven’t met with it in a state of shallow subconsciousness in an early morning – when my brain can’t fall asleep again but my eyes are still heavy. Only when I recall now what the state of mind was, how the air smelt and how freezing my body felt, do I realize I was supposed to encounter something new “unexpectedly”. But interestingly, the earphone that I used this time also helped a lot…
Being quite obsessed with “bass boosting” low frequency performance, Apple’s low-end earphone has never come into my sight. But yesternight, thanks to it, with the poor performance in restoring the foundation deep under, making the music slightly abnormally light and thin, I started to notice some gentle grinding on the bottom of my right ear before the long-known sharp upturn of the scratch. On a first thought I just classified it as the sound of thunder from afar that sneaked into my ear and happened to mix into the flow of music seamlessly. As these days, thunders and rains are our regular visitors in the east Mediterranean coast. But holding my breath for a second, the rhythmic pattern emerged, with the granular components resolved (it’s just like the way the kicks are segmented).
The slow dance of wind bells fades in. My heart beats like on tiptoe when a glittering guitar chord passage trickles in, filling the air with serenity, and more serenity. Soon there are the lovely perturbations – the unique glitches made for each individual bar. From here the picture goes dynamic, as if the light of Telperion in Valinor trapped by the tears of the leaves on earth. At some point, the newly discovered fine-tuned rubbing sound rolls in. Once I notice it, the dimension of the space suddenly extends as never before. Up until now the soundscape is far from being lush, but just made out of sparse occurrences of nano sounds rather than continuous textures. Yet it lacks neither depth nor diversity of hues. The second part is dominated by one of the TBU’s most significant characteristics – kicks and bass programming, which has been well explored and enjoyed for years (though I couldn’t say “well explored” forever).
This is my blissful early morning. Another moment I would hold so very close to my heart for eternity.