Sounding Out Technology: A briefer version of the Disquiet.com approach is to look at "the intersection of sound, art, and technology." The term "technology" is essential to that trio, because it was only when I learned to step back from my fascination with electronically produced music and to appreciate "electronic" as a subset of the vastly longer continuum of "technology" that connections became more clear to me — say, between the sonics of raves and the nascent polyphony of early church music, or between creative audio apps like Brian Eno and Peter Chilvers' Bloom and what is arguably the generative ur-instrument: the aeolian harp. With both Bloom and the aeolian harp, along with its close relative the wind chime, music is less a fixed composition than a system that is enacted. As technology mediates our lives more and more, the role that sound plays in daily life becomes a richer and richer subject — from voice-enabled devices, to the sounds of consumer product design, to the scores created for electric cars:

Composing in Code: Of all the technologies to come to the fore in the past two decades, perhaps none has had an impact greater than computer code. This is no less true in music and sound than it is in publishing, film, politics, health, or myriad other fields. While the connections between mathematics and music have been celebrated for millennia, there is something special to how, now, those fields are combining, notably in graphic systems such as Max/MSP (and Max for Live, in Ableton) and Puredata (aka Pd), just to name two circumstances. Here, for reference, is a live video of the Dutch musician and sound artist Edo Paulus' computer screen as he constructs and then performs a patch in Max/MSP. Where the construction ends and the performance begins provides a delightful koan:

All of which said, I'm not 100-percent clear what form my disquiet.gizmodo.com activity will take. I'm looking forward to experimenting in the space. I'll certainly be co-posting material from Disquiet.com, but I'm also planning on engaging with Gizmodo itself, and with its broader network of sites. I've already, in advance of this post, begun re-blogging material from Gizmodo and from Gizmodo-affiliated sites: not just "sharing" (in the UI terminology of the Kinja CMS that powers the network) but adding some contextual information, thoughts, tangents, details. I'm enthusiastic about Kinja, in particular how it blurs the lines between author and reader. I like that a reply I make to a post about a newly recreated instrument by Leonardo Da Vinci can then appear in my own feed, leading readers back to the original site, where they themselves might join in the conversation. Kinja seems uniquely focused on multimedia as a form of commentary — like many CMS systems, it allows animated GIFs and short videos to serve as blog comments unto themselves, but it goes the step further of allowing users to delineate rectangular sub-sections of previously posted images and comment on those. I'm intrigued to see how sound can fit into that approach. (It's no surprise to me that Kinja is innovative in this regard — it's on Lifehacker that I first learned about the syntax known as "markdown.") I think that all, cumulatively, makes for a fascinating media apparatus, and I want to explore it.

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While I typed this post, it was Tuesday in San Francisco. I live in the Outer Richmond District, just north of Golden Gate Park and a little over a mile from the Pacific Ocean. The season's first torrential rain has passed, and so the city sounds considerably more quiet than it did just a few days ago. No longer is the noise of passing automobiles amplified and augmented by the rush of water, and the roof above my desk is no longer being pummeled. But where there is the seeming peace of this relative quiet, there is also an increased diversity of listening material. The ear can hear further, as it were — not just to conversations in the street and to passing cars, but to construction blocks away, to leaf blowers, to a seaplane overhead, to the sound of a truck backing up at some considerable distance, and to the many birds that (unlike what I was accustomed to, growing up on the north shore of New York's Long Island) do not all vacate the area come winter. It is shortly past noon as I hit the button to make this post go live. Church bells have sung a duet with the gurgling in my belly to remind me it is time for lunch. And because it is Tuesday, the city's civic warning system has rung out.

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Dim sum, anyone?