remembered soundscapes, with apologies to murray schafer
today i fell for nostalgia. while harvesting a field edge by hand, i felt sad never to have heard the sound of harvesting before the arrival of the combine: although Continue Reading →
life in text and stereo sound
today i fell for nostalgia. while harvesting a field edge by hand, i felt sad never to have heard the sound of harvesting before the arrival of the combine: although Continue Reading →
last week, i had an ambivalent experience of visiting a natural wonder well worth visiting from a natural history perspective; yet, my visit left me worried that i was trespassing. Continue Reading →
ever since the tipos, or northern wind, picked up, i have a new means of telling the time: a flock of a several hundred crested myna birds (acridotheres cristatellus, ba Continue Reading →
“if they won’t go on the boats, then we’ll just go far ocean fishing ourselves!” said one of the women of my kapot. “that’s right…” says another of the women, Continue Reading →
>ironically, ciRahic’s project to recover the ability to read the ocean’s writing relies not upon natural materials, but on flip flops, the refuse of an industrial society that displaced an ‘amis understanding of the ocean as animate, vibrant, and life giving. nearly daily, ciRahic visits the ocean to observe and gather flip flops either discarded on the beach or elsewhere, which somehow come to rest on the beach. visiting sites along taiwan’s entire east coast, he stops when he has found a flip flop and begins to observe his surroundings, creating a narrative for what he has found. for example, the flip flop could be faded, showing the signs of a long journey; he may ask, how long did you float before you arrived here? do you miss your home? Continue Reading →