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From the site, "Jabberjockeys consist of a pair of underwear (one male, one female) which discreetly inform a partner when the other gets aroused. By sensing subtle changes in temperature, moisture and pressure the undergarments detect arousal. The underwear automatically notifies the partner by activating vibrating motors sewn into the fabric of their underwear, thus enabling them to discreetly share their heightened emotions."
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Unimpressed by the storm and in a hurry to see him once more, Michiko grabbed her luggage and ran to the Narita Express bound for Shinjuku. She had the Cartier system but Berlin itself had been strange. Late night vampires and ghosts lined up in weird costumes listening to music made by little wooden boxes with exposed cables falling out, diodes as gall bladder stones.
The giant electrical transducers on top of the train crackled with enough volts to fry a herd of elephants. Michiko, frequently admired in the Tokyo Office of Cultural Boundary and Discretion for her sensitivities, internalized the frequencies and let it massage her thoughts into a frothy memory of her last visit to the love hotel with Hiro. This experience would help her with tomorrow's assignment: using the Thompson Web for Sexual Peak Time reduction in Sector 577 (north of Inokashira).
(for previous episodes, go here).
Through the spooky magic of those people at Arduino in Italy, I can tap a $1 sensor and my computer talks to me (it says, "I am a ghost"). I haven't been this excited about tech. stuff since I discovered SuperCollider, which can also speak directly to Ardunio using a downloadable Quark. Technology has improved so much in the last 8 years with physical computing and just general ease of use. I'm ready to go back to grad. school!
In her 1966 essay What's Happening in America Sontag wrote, "America is a fine country for inflaming people, from Emerson and Thoreau to Mailer and Burroughs and Leo Szilard and John Cage and Judith and Julien Beck, with the project of trying to save their own souls. Salvation becomes almost a mundane, inevitable goal when things are so bad, really intolerable."
When I lived in Tokyo, everywhere I went it seemed there were buildings with plain concrete facades. At first, in 1999, I thought they actually looked pretty cool and trendy, like a Comme des Garçons store from the 80's with the insides out. But after a while, they just started looking like, well, concrete.
Jean Snow gets to the bottom of this on NéoJaponisme in an interview with Keiji Ashizawa.
Stockhausen has passed. Or as Robert said, probably just gone on to a higher energy sphere or something.
I think my blogging muse took a vacation, I just haven't felt the urge to post much recently. Also, I've been quite busy shuttling between the deep south, San Francisco, and New York. But now I am here again, ready to settle into my routines, dodging wind and rain of that threatening but timid northern California variety. And finally now I have some time to get to know my man Jano again, whom I've only seen for about five days in the past month.
OK, enough about my personal life, who cares. I've been seeing, hearing, and doing quite a few interesting things lately, here's the first step towards catching up.
