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Camille Paglia on Hillary Clinton, from a Salon interview:

She’s certainly busy, busy and ever on the move — with the tunnel-vision workaholism of someone trying to blot out uncomfortable private thoughts.

Who'd a thunk that abstract art and music would be so popular as to a require me to "grow" the site?
My webhost (Dreamhost) has been shutting me down for hours at a time NOT because of malware but because my malware-deterrent plugins tax the server's shared resources.
They suggested I could move up to a "virtual server" (for more money), as if my business had taken off and I needed to scale.
But seriously, I would only be scaling up to accommodate all the increased criminal activity Google and its "links are money" schemes have brought my way, as a long term blogger with an enviable (?) page rank.
This would be growth in the sense that you bought a new, larger set of clothes to accommodate all the parasites clinging to your body.

This live, outdoor MOMA Nights event took place Thurs, Aug. 15, with excellent, unseasonably cool evening weather for a packed Sculpture Garden audience. Perich was offstage, letting his electronics do their thing, while Meehan and Perkins played triangles and hi-hat cymbals processed through his pedals/software/speaker rig. The piece recalled a late-'60s Steve Reich or Terry Riley jam and went on continuously for about an hour without letup. The main timbre was a Farfisa organ-like tone that spit out variegated trills and arpeggios within a somewhat limited tonal range. Midway through the hi-hats added human-played percussive textures. The mid-range "organ" was occasionally relieved by bass notes but it mostly hammered at one spot in your ear.
The piece was not an endurance work compared to Terry Riley's all-night organ-and-delay-pedal concerts but it certainly taxed this supra-bohemian audience sipping from champagne flutes and munching seasonal snacks and bruschetta selections. A few people voted with their feet.
As a believer in one and a half minute songs, this listener kept wanting to edit down to a few nice sections, and in about five places thought "this would be a good ending place."
Feats of endurance aren't all that impressive but you have to give points for the inventive musical ideas and surprises that kept popping up throughout the hour. The software and/or players generated some really exquisite clusters and runs of notes in purely Western, well-tempered scales.
It was possible to close your eyes and imagine three or four layers of sound: the street noise of midtown (a dull roar), the "organ," high pitched squeaks and chimes (a sort of residue of the metal triangles), and percussive white noise slaps.
As for the methodology, it was hard to tell what the software was doing exactly. Per the MOMA website "the piece is Perich’s first to combine order and randomness in the programming of 1-bit waveforms," but usually "one bit" conjures raspy square and/or pulsewidth waves, a la Atari games. None of that was heard. To this untutored ear it sounded like software was sampling a part of the triangle sound and removing decay and transients to generate those "pure" sounding organ tones, and then adding arpeggiation and a certain amount of randomness, in real time, as the players were playing.

Am continuing to think about Anil Dash's analysis of how Google destroyed the web as a place for discourse by its Adword-monetization of links: "Inevitably, spammers arose to take advantage of the ability to create high-economic-value links at very low cost, causing vast damage to the ability to use links as a purely informational exchange."
This hits me personally as a living rellc of the old blogosphere. Just by dint of surviving and having a certain number of links pointing here, I'm a magnet for spammers trying to hijack my URL for profit. This is increasingly beyond the ability of an individual with only modest tech skills to deal with.
The latest outrage is bots trying to guess my p-word through tens of thousands of login attempts. I added a plugin that blocks some but not all of these. I also have some pharma spam code (invisible to the public but not the Googlebot) that experts can't seem to get rid of.
If I pack it in it will be because of this BS. As Quentin Tarantino said about digital filmmaking, "this isn't what I signed on for."
It would be easy enough to start up again on a new domain (I did this once) but I resent having to do it because of Google's profit model.

You can live in public, on the internet, without fear of surveillance or blowback, if you only post abstract art and music.
No pictures of yourself, no biographical details beyond searching, Van Gogh-like missives on the studio process.
This is a politically radical stance because you're (i) not consuming and (ii) not giving Them any data They can use.

If you want to discuss anything ordinarily considered political, or anything that deviates from Anglo-, Christian-, Feminist-. Etc- norms, you will have to choose your words so carefully that you will be practically speaking in code. As in the old Soviet Union, you speak ironically not because you're jaded but because They don't understand you.

For frank non-normative internet speech you are looking at navigating an ever-shifting array of dark sites and alternative platforms. Diaspora instead of Facebook, Duck Duck Go instead of Google, TOR (but not on Windows), Linux (but not with vPro & TXT CPUs), etc.