Author: Marc Weidenbaum

Plotting

An ongoing series cross-posted from instagram.com/dsqt

/ By Marc Weidenbaum

It occurs to me that this notepad page isn’t far from what the pre-Disquiet.com website I had looked like (not that these scribblings are design notes — they’re simply about subspaces and how those spaces correlate). The pre-Disquiet site was a /~mrcwdnbm folder courtesy of my ISP. That site predated the Internet Archive, so I don’t think there’s any vestige of it out there. The site’s interface was a list of items on ruled yellow paper, and I learned how to use mouseovers so it could function as an interface. Those were the days. That would have been around 1994. Anyhow, again, this new image isn’t a design document, just me sorting out current and hypothetical satellite activities.

Delay Notches & Experiments

An ongoing series cross-posted from instagram.com/dsqt

/ By Marc Weidenbaum

I purchase most of my music gear used, as was the case with this analog delay pedal. It’s my first ever guitar pedal for delay. Previously I only had used a synthesizer, iPad, or iPhone to achieve the effect. I love marks that evidence prior use, here in the form of three lines from a previous owner noting optimal settings. My sweet spots may edge higher, especially toward self-oscillation with feedback.

I obtained this delay pedal for a few reasons: first, to experiment with self-oscillation (note the feedback knob being further to the right); second, to experiment with a dying-battery simulator; and third, to make scale practice more interesting (note the blend knob being further to the right). So far the first and third applications have gone the best.

The Hum of Information

An ongoing series cross-posted from instagram.com/dsqt

/ By Marc Weidenbaum

I wandered by the Internet Archive today, because when you live in the Richmond District of San Francisco, the Internet Archive isn’t just a browser tab. It’s a giant physical building (a former church built 101 years ago, back in 1923) that you walk by on your way to get some walnuts from the farmers market, and some dim sum for lunch — and to return the graphic novel that the library has been, understandably, nagging you about. Anyhow, there’s an art exhibit currently in the main hall at the Archive, so the side door happens to be open, and you head on in, and there, along with the exhibit, are stacks and stacks of servers, each of them occasionally evidencing a pinging blue light when data is being accessed, and collectively they emit the hum of information in action.