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Me Myself&I

Printed circuit love and brain workout

Harold @ Christmas 
Red robe and big package. You should be afraid, computer.

My first tower back in ‘91. You can see that I was pretty happy. I think I already had the parts so I could start building it. I still had hair but the thing is, I look at kids today and I understand why they don’t have a brain in ebullition: they click, double tap, buy, consume and don’t know shit. Knowledge is everywhere and useless at the same time for them. Everything is as easy as pressing a thumb on glass. You get everything you want like that. But life doesn’t always work this way.

At first I was looking at circuit boards as if they were little boring cities, while my dad would use his legendary screwdriver skills and built PCs. Going from cold printed circuit boards in boxes to weird CGA games I would try on screen, from hardware to software was fantastic. And made me understand three gazillion things. Or not. Anyway, it was magic.

It gave me a sense of patience and thoroughness of action. Understanding problems. Solving issues before they show up was part of the game -IRQ available? what about DMA channel-, thinking ahead was part of the fun “I’m outsmarting this bitch!” and checking things ala airplane -three times- was the routine. Now kids whine and give up because Facebook doesn’t load and they have such a lack of knowledge and patience… I wouldn’t like to be their future offspring.

Today if you want to hook up a kid on computers, don’t buy a tablet. Don’t listen to your kid (I wanted a console like all my friends on that picture, but a computer was great too I guessed). Build a PC with him/her and trust me, he/she’s going to love it, firing up a great game a few hours after opening boxes. He/she will love it when you finish your first Arduino project. He/she might even want to learn more. Maybe program stuff. Maybe manage the house network. Maybe run a small cluster of graphic cards to calculate stuff for the cloud. Possibilities are endless, why stop at Angry Birds and Instagram?

Your kid will not be an annoying brat who can’t sit still unless he’s in front of mind-crushing YouTube videos of stupid cats and that will be a good thing for him, his environment and the future of creativity.

Bam.

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Me Myself&I

The disneyfication of tech can suck my balls

Dave Winer talks about it for the web, and I think the same is happening on the hardware side.

When I came back in September in Paris, I powered back on my network drive and nothing happened. Not a single light, no spinnin’. I thought “oh yeah, those shitty power supply, I guess I’ll have to change it”. Changed it, nothing. At that point I had two options:

– send the network drive to LaCie to fix it.

– open the damn enclosure to see if the standard hard-drive inside is working or if the enclosure died.

I knew about the second option because I’m used to computer technology but searching the web 20 minutes gives you the answer too. FYI.

The -terrible- support tells me that I have to send my network drive back and that they will fix it. However, all my data will be erased. Because they simply format the disc and change the enclosure. They don’t even bother.

Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha. No.

Dead Berta
I guess I will not hear your dead ass anymore, blue HAL.

I opened the enclosure with my legendary screwdriver skills (four or five screws to unscrew, insane), put the hard-drive in a 20 bucks SATA enclosure which is as hard as putting two bricks of Lego together. It’s so hard and complex to do that an 8 year old could do it.  I switched on the all thing, the hard-drive is fine. The network enclosure somehow had died.

I wasn’t that pissed because I wasn’t going to loose anything really important or a massive amount of data (maybe 100 Gb with 40% already backed up). I was pissed that the “service” from the company was to erase my data and not give a shit about me. Guys, we don’t buy storage to have storage, we buy storage to put stuff in it. So you need to care about it too.

Of course, opening the enclosure voided the guaranty but I had all my data back and that’s what I wanted.

I hate this trend where “they take care of you” which means that you just get so stupidly scared that you don’t even do something as simple as opening with a screwdriver a fucking box. Don’t you ever tell me you are a geek or a nerd if the only thing you do in front of defective computer stuff is to go whine to a store with your “broken” device.

It makes people believe that computers are stuff made of Angel’s sweat and powered by God’s blood. So here’s the truth: COMPUTERS ARE DUMB MACHINES WITH SCREWS AND ARE VERY STURDY AS LONG AS YOU DON’T IMMERGE THEM IN THE WATER OR JUMP ON THEM.

It’s so easy today. It’s never been that easy to change parts on computers, thanks to solid standards like USB or SATA and something that we don’t talk about: the incredible Taiwan’s engineer’s work of unification, security and simplification of motherboards, chipsets etc. Mad props to these men and women. So much has been done for us.

20 years ago you had to read a shitty English translation of instructions to move a damn jumper on a motherboard from J1 to J3 to just be able to use a hard-drive on another machine. And maybe it wasn’t J1 because the 1 was actually a badly written 2.

It is so easy now and yet, all-in-one computers are spreading, where if a single thing goes wrong or that you simply want to update a part, you have to go to the middleman and get on your knees. “Oh lord, please save him!!!! PLEASE”. Well, no.

People often compare that with cars and garages. You never fix your car yourself today, you go to a garage. It’s not even an option these days. But what people miss is that a car is not a computer. It’s big, dirty, inconvenient to operate, you need special tools. Here, I’m talking about a simple box with four effing screws. Opening it and taking care of it saved my data, which was the goal. No car has your photos or anything personal. If your library in the living room needed some fixing you wouldn’t ship the all thing. You would fix it or put your books on the side and buy new furniture if the wood is that rotten.

It’s not about saving money -I had to buy another network drive at the end- it’s about freedom and trusting yourself. Doing it instead of waiting for it, avoiding responsibilities and complaining about support.

In the computer and hardware world, we’re giving up on being adults at an alarming rate.

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Audio&Games

Overrated

Like a shitload of creative work.

Three usually praised games that always make me want to say “Come on, son”.

– Another World


Killing slugs with my feet and learning by heart how the fuck they fall from the ceiling. So immersive.

I met Eric Chahi and love the man but no, I don’t like this game. Controls are awful, there’s no flow, you just die over and over. The at that time insanely impressive intro is a nerd fantasy -holoscreen fap fap fap- as is the end -dragon, fap fap fap- and although I applause the technical and artistic quality of Another World -trust me, I had the VHS of Micro Kids watched over and over-, I don’t think it should be venerated like it is because it’s just not that great of a game. I was very disappointed when I played it, so pumped by the famous intro. It’s one of the first milestone of a movie-like focused game industry, born from the envy to be considered as art, sorry Art. By copying film features instead of pushing gameplay, game design and its own marvels.

– Mortal Kombat


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Lord. I’ve never been able to get over these lifeless, lazy designed, clown-looking characters. Even now it still makes me cringe the shit out of me. The most retarded way to block an opponent in a fighting game. The sound, oh my fucking god. The whole concept of Babalities is just… It’s beyond my understanding how lame and douche-y this game was and worse, massively successful (11 games?). I was 12 when the first game came out and it just never came close to the appeal of the amazing Street Fighter II and Streets of Rage I was playing at that time. But after playing these a lot, well… It’s the game that definitely told me that Americans can possibly have the worst taste ever. Super Mario Bros the movie was right at the corner, validating my thoughts.

– Metal Gear Solid


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I can’t. I appreciate the character design, crazy ass robot shit and breaking the 4th wall, but I’m bored to death with stories and restricted freedom. People forget that the appeal of the first version on PS1 was that it was such an insane gap for console gamers after the Genesis/SNES era. A complex, full real time 3D stealth adventure game? That was more than crazy. I grew up mostly being free in games with flight simulators, Doom and stuff so it didn’t hit me as much. Watching MGS 4 is so painful -80s gameplay with ultra realistic shadows and PS2-like mazes-, I understand why Uncharted felt so fresh and fluid when it came out months before. So kudos for the tech, aesthetics and re-launch of a franchise. But the game/gameplay/experience? I can’t.

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Me Myself&I

Dear Claude

Hey,

I couldn’t write about it last year, when you passed away. I guess I think about you everyday but I don’t even try to count, you are just around in my head, somehow.

I wanted to tell you thank you, my first dad. My first male figure. And I can’t really think about a better one.

You came to Paris to get me. I was assigned to your foster home. A nice, calm baby. I imagine that after raising five white children having a brown one with nappy hair was exciting and cute.

You took me back to your place, in the sweet French countryside. You took care of me like I belonged, as your children and grandchildren. I’m the dash between them.

Birthday party
2 years! 

I remember the sound of your electric razor in the morning, your brown tobacco smell when you licked my face to gross me out and make me giggle, sitting on your lap, I remember playing with my little cars following the rug lines while you were watching Formula One. I remember watching the liquid running through the little rocks and the salads you were watering. I remember following you often, going to your perfectly organized workshop where you would drink "un p’ti ballon d’rouge/d’blanc" with your friends or family or fix some stuff while whistling brilliantly. I remember you teaching me how to ride a bike, challenging me to get rid of the training wheels, and boom! I totally succeeded. I was so in love with you.

Once I did a very bad thing, I threw a metal can in the face of a younger girl. You caught me doing it and before I could enjoy the neatness of my long distance headshot, you were grabbing me and making my bottom taste the leather of your belt. I went to bed, woke up for a cookie, and that was it. You never hurt me before and after that. It was like, perfect, unaltered Justice: you don’t do shit to people you wouldn’t like them to do to you or else, you’ll pay for it. The harder you do, the harder you pay. I pretty much never employed force or physical advantage unless it’s allowed, to win an argument ever again.

You were mad when I had to leave for my now 26 year old family. I didn’t see it but she told me that you wanted to commit suicide, you were probably drunk that time. Thanks to my parents not listening to what the state was saying, I was coming over often. It felt good, the city is so full of shit sometimes it was great to be with you, fucking around and simply enjoying a simple life.

When I have been able to come over on my own, you were the one following me everywhere. Retirement is a bitch. But it was great to see you, chatting about "l’autre enculé de Hongrois", our current president. That time I had the Jaguar and we rode around? You wanted to ride again and again and I would drive you as long as you want now.

Then you got sick. I immediately knew that it would kill you. Your family is a cancer fest and you drank and smoked for decades. I probably do a little of both because of you. I learned to not give a fuck with you, too. I also learn to care and do things, and work hard. My now dad added a layer of the same thing in a different flavor so I guess it’s printed and hard-wired in me.

Cancer took two years to get you. It was hard for everybody but you know my grandfather, Raymond is a vegetable now and it’s just excruciating. I think that it was better this way, though a few more years would have been great. I just wish you didn’t have to suffer so much.

The world is sad. People say that we can all live together despite our differences and we both know that. You did it. We so did it. I was your "petit dernier" and you were asking what I was doing and you were so impressed by this music and computer game thingy. I would ask about how you would fix this thing in the wall and would be as impressed and everything would be all right. People talk. We did. And if today I have identity issues, it’s not our fault. It’s just that the world is too damn slow and dumb and forces me to dream about joining my black and brown people so I can stop feeling awkward. The city is making all of us crazy.

I was with her this week so that she wouldn’t be alone on the first anniversary of her husband’s death and I wanted to have her in my arm all the time but you know how she is, stronger and harder than a rock. She’s doing OK, your dog helps a lot. I wanted to have her in my arm all the time also to say thank you for all she did for me. I wanted to have her in my arm all the time to thank you, as I would have loved to at least once in my life kiss you and say that I love you.

My foster parents
Summer 2009.

I don’t know why but this song really makes me think about the picture below. Sun and fun memories with you. I love you man, thank you again and forever.

 
End 80s.

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Music

Black music

What the fuck is happening.

How come Mint Condition is so low on the radar, a 20 year old classic R&B band like them? Only two albums in ten years for a big talent like Jaguar Wright? Maxwell made a come back last year but was missing for an entire decade. Last album for the Jazzyfatnastees, beautiful and warm voices, 2002.

And Sa-Ra! They were supposed to be the digital blender of black music, the next big thing; one title here, one remix there… An album out, never really heard about it…

Where is D’Angelo??? 12 years and still no new album (one is expected in 2012, but still not confirmed). What the hell Dr Dre is doing beside of selling headphones??? Van Hunt, hello???

I watched a documentary about women MCs which was saying that girls peaked mid 90s in the mainstream and then went back to something much more underground.

Wait. Isn’t it the case for a LOT of  post 80s black music?

So I can enjoy a 30 years old R&B band with members in their late 50s (<3 The Whispers), rocking like it’s Saturday night in 1982. I can be fed up to death with Justin Bieber the “pop R&B” kid with ONE album, but I can’t have artists from the 90s, strong, good artists from the late 90s early 00s with regular output, without searching like crazy? How is that black music, soul and blues pretty much only sold for the last decade with white artists? Justin Timberlake, Amy Winehouse, Adele. You think light skinned Beyonce and Rihanna are just a coincidence?

The good thing is that behind the curtains, black people are doing all the audio production. The Neptunes, Babyface, Timbaland, 9th Wonder you name it. But there’s a share of terrible stories like The Pharcyde’s producer, J-Swift. He’s the star of a documentary which sports the tagline: “From hip hop visionary to homeless in Hollywood.”  Hip-hop became the most universal music on this planet and one of its goldsmith is smoking crack in the streets of LA? Great.


One more chance

There’s a drug problem for sure but who in show business doesn’t do drugs. Paris Hilton is caught with cocaine and it’s almost like it’s funny (banned from Japan lol). Same with Mr. Sheen or Lindsay Lohan. and all these crazy ass UK rockers from the 60s. Still here! So drugs are not the main issue. Black people are just badly judged and stigmatized with them. Racism.

There’s a business problem, a huge one. Not that artists are searching to be successful and sell a lot of records, that never changed, it was already the case at the start of the music industry. What changed is that people are no longer buying music for their ears first, but for the image/attitude thanks to music videos and the rise of punk/hip-hop during the late 70s. Music has been popularly losing its sonic aspect, the beauty of it, the originality etc Music has been commercially about being louder, noisier, bragging more than the other since the 80s while before, you had some freaking experimental music like this band named Pink Floyd, one of the best selling band of ALL TIME (200 million albums sold) or how Led Zep did their two first albums in 69 with tracks on a 5 minutes average.

Black music is kind of guilty of not having seen what the 00s were going to do to music: revolutionize it.

It’s sad to see that Prince is the first major artist to release an entire album exclusively on the internet in 1997 and that it didn’t start anything in the black music community. I first believe in the internet liberating artists on Prince’s website, linking to another artist which was saying “Napster is making me richer, here are the numbers and how”. The file sharing phenomenon was putting the music business into light and showed how much it’s a hidden, filthy and nasty world.

It didn’t stop black music business to deal with majors and lawsuits and I-start-my-own-label shit and I wear more jewelry than Lord Pimp… So many stories of bands or talents disappearing for years because of copyrights, wrong credits and other “intellectual property” issues. It’s a long tradition, since the early days of recordings in the 30s and it’s like black people don’t learn anything, once again. Black people and technology, there’s something going on. Black people and internal fights, it’s insane (Zapp’s terrible tragedy).

Marketing kills black music, too. Hip-hop struggled to renew itself in the past decade and when a producer has The Sound, he’s likely to be all over the radio for every single artists, regardless of the music style. There’s no shortage of good producers and the most successful ones financially and creatively are all accomplished musicians. But today a fast, minimal beat with a stupid ass 4 notes melody is all the rage. There is so much marketing efficiency that nothing really sounds fresh, no matter what you do. Bringing all the current hot producers for your album doesn’t make it a masterpiece.

I don’t know. It feels like music business with so many black people owning this shit should create much more dream, emotions and things that bands I’m talking about at the start of this post were and can provide. We need this.