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the world's first audiolog
JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF ME
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- In audio signal processing and acoustics; an echo is a reflection of sound; arriving at the listener some time after the direct sound. When dealing with audible frequencies; the human ear cannot distinguish an echo from the original sound if the delay is less than 1/10 of a second. Thus; since the velocity of sound is approximately 343 m/s at a normal room temperature of about 20°C; a reflecting wall must be more than 16.2 m from the sound source at this temperature for an echo to be heard by a person at the source.
SORT ME OUT
- life and how to live it (47)
- it's a hit (43)
- my little underground (43)
- i just wasn't made for these times (35)
- think small (33)
- calendar girl (26)
- human behaviour (22)
- elementary knowledge (12)
- soul food (8)
- guests in my new home (7)
- time (6)
- urban jungle (6)
- water (5)
- other voices (3)
MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR
- Listen to it in Spanish
- Momus. The mole pirate
- Yoko Ono. Instant karma
- Overheard in New York. The stuff that surrounds you
- Ray Rumours. Someday tenderness will change the world
- Warh-blog. I blogged Andy Warhol
- Kafka Diaries. One morning I woke up and found I had turned into a huge bug
- Daryl Hannah. The activist
- Regiones Devastadas. Life in Spain
- Tremolina. Pocket indie snapshots
- Readymade. It's not Duchamp, it's modern crafts
- Uncommon Goods. Curious objects to buy
- Opening Exhibitions. Art and finger foods
- Brian Eno Strategic Consultation. The Oracle
- Field Recordings. The history of sound
- Sound Transit. Travelling the world through sound
- Bedroom Window Standpoint. People's sleeping quarters
- J G Ballard on Art. Atrocity exhibition
- Alicia Rios. Eat her art out
- Lonkka. The planet of the little lady
- Fulgencio Pimentel. Book treasure hunter
- Borobiltxo books. Little wonders of book edition
- Lord Whimsy. An Internet dandy
- Ubu. Art library with mouthwatering archives
- ArtFacts. Art stock exchange
- Hello Cuca. The best rock band ever
- Plan B. Everett True is a true indie
- Book Club Records. Homemade records
- Moe Tucker. The grand dame of rock
- Laurie Anderson. The grand dame of sound art
- Queen Bee. Crafts in Olympia
- Nieves. Cool Switzerland store
- Radar Magazine. Pop culture mashup
- Craft Magazine. You guessed it, it's about crafts
- Roald Dahl. Death by Chocolate
- Chocablog. If only Roald Dahl could read it
- Joy of Baking. Mmmmmmmm. Yum
DISTANT ECHOES
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2007
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January 2007
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- Soul food 3: Licking the bowl
- Soul food 2: Cookie monster
- Cup of tea with The Jesus and Mary Chain
- Elevate me
- Book is finally born!
- The art world at 3 a.m. (a prize for Cuni)
- Soul food 1: I want candy
- Roald Dahl beaten to a Pulp
- Europe on the eye of the storm (passport to Oz)
- Hurricane sighted
- Starting over
- Major meltdown
- Stamp on it
- Call back tomorrow
- The word that keeps resisting translation
- Happy birthday David Bowie!
- An unexpected encounter
- My new beaded bracelet
- Ewan McGregor shooting a film next to my house
- Charlotte Brontë is a hit
- Translating Charlotte Brontë once again
- Translating Charlotte Brontë with chocolate cheese...
- Translating Charlotte Brontë again
- Translating Charlotte Brontë
- Wrapping paper
- A cup of tea with Bob Dylan
- What tv is saying about us
- Guests in my new home 7: cryoglobuline-bashing heater
- Early in the morning
- New Year
- L'écume des jours (bubbling tribute to Boris Vian)
- Me in morse
- Hear Emily play (goodbye to Syd Barrett)
- What Momus whispers in your ear (Blow de la Barra ...
- Rolling the R (tribute to the Spanish Language Aca...
- Water streaming 3: absorption
- Water streaming 2: take it off
- Water streaming 1: steaming
- Guests in my new home 6: Adrián Navarro painting
MILTON
Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy aery shell
By slow Meander's margent green.
And in the violet-embroidered vale,
Where the love-lorn nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well;
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
That likes thy Narcissus are?
Oh, if thou have
Hid them in some flowery cave,
Tell me but where,
Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere,
So may'st thou be translated to the skies,
And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies."
NUMBERS
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