Year: 2008
Building my own VJ Software
I’ve been toying with writing my own software for a little while after seeing Matt Randals homebrew VJ software in Max/MSP. I’m looking at using PureData as it’s a free branch of the code behind Max written by the original author. I tend to abuse VJ tools in that I like to layer tons of clips on top of each other to make very obtuse swirly art rather than specific images.
I’ve been using Modul8 on the iBook and that offers about the closest thing to how I like to work so far so something simular is probably in order.
I need to be able to
Use my exisiting Korg Nano Kontrol, and some of the others in the Nano range. Plus maybe generic Midi as I have some ideas for some organic control devices.
Do wide screen video, 3 displays or more. Over multiple vide cards or a triple head to go.
Play forwards, backwards or any direction I want at the time.
Take an audio signal and use it as a control for filters, direction, speed or whatever else I choose.
I’ll start by building a generic video mixer and go from there.
These Boots are Made for Dancing
Not that I’ve been dancing around the Scout hut to the Blues Brothers or anything.
I’m Not Apologising For Being A Man
Heres the deal, I’m a guy I was born that way. At no point did anyone ask me which sex I preferred, or do a bit of a survey of the options. But in the end thats what I turned out as and all being well, I’m quite happy. So when I’m standing there on the train keeping one eye on my folding bike whilst leafing through whatever book fell off the shelf first don’t for all that is holy look at me like i’m something you might find on the bottom of your shoe. It’s not my fault that your boyfriend, husband, partner or whatever can’t cook, can’t wash up, smells funny, is lazy, or any permetation of a million things they are not me.
Why is it offensive for me to make even a midly sexist remark, but yet railing on men is considered fair game. Iv’e heard the argument that it’s just payback from the many years of the dark ages when women where subjegated by their husbands and fathers but I didn’t do that, my father didn’t do that but yet I better not complain or i’ll be accused of being stroppy or childlike.
Why is it when I take you out for a date you instantly assume I’m a failure because I choose not to drive a car, never stopping to ask if I actually can drive (which I can) or why I made that choice.
Why is that I’m supposed to understand your feelings and sense of inadiquecy when compared to the girls you see in the magazine but you never stop to ask how I feel, or how the constant parade of pop stars and football players who girls swoon over, who look pretty but have the intellegence of a bacon sandwich.
All this goes through my head in the nanosecond you give me that glance, everytime. Rejection is easy when you just get told I’m not interested again for the hundreth time, when it’s done in a mere glance without word or thought it hurts like a fresh knife wound everytime.
I am David J. Lodwig I am an adventurer, a cyclist, a scout and a human being, I am what I am nothing more, nothing less.
How old am I
A cup of Tea and chitty chitty bang bang on the telly.
Fantastic, no really that Dick Van Dyke is one lucky bugger dancing with all those pretty girls. Oh hang on I do that as well, he’s just older and thinner.
Yeh, and he can actually dance.
The unbearable mediocrity of this modern world
I’ve sat here this evening and the television has been blaring out nothing but pretty adverts about spending every single penny you have on lots of worthless tat. This year like every other many people without the funds to sustain the projected image of doing alright will buck the credit crunch and spend money they don’t have and push themselves further into debt in order to get that shiny new toy the kids are screaming for.
Silly isn’t it.
I especially hate the littlewoods advert it’s creepy and consumer mental.
And yes I get how ironic this is considering the last post.