Momentous: Temporality and Semi-Colons

One of the key characteristics of modern sport is its boundedness. While this usually implies a boundedness in terms of spatial parameters, it also often implies a bounded temporality as well. A game begins at a particular time and it ends at some fixed and codified time later, with all of the moments contained therein given coherence by these boundaries.

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smithers:

[Aside] a hesitation, as in thought, is a duration

in that, it has an alpha and omega,
though the interval between the two may be of any length

but what happens when many hesitations reach
their omega point at the same moment?

he had found such a moment
and the kaleidoscope of affect it produces

(on the scale of the familiar, the everyday and the banal)

a miniature yangtze flows through the hútòng; fava beans pace the conversation: face, masks, psychopathology of post-olympic fallout; no wasted food! hot sticky air

chilling laughter (…)(!)(?)

Mask

would that the comma were a semi-colon

(the addition of a round dot, sort of a break, linking independent though disconnected thoughts rather than listing the same, same, same)

[Exit]

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Basketball is one such sport bounded both in space and in time. At the outset, the clock ticks down towards the final outcome. ("Nash left his heart out there on the floor tonight!") Sometimes the game goes to overtime but that, too, is bounded. A winner must be declared, after all.

Year 007 in Review: A License to Kill (Them Softly)

smithers:

[Aside] They say the pen is mightier than the sword. Perhaps the notebook, keyboard and digital bits of text+image are mightier than the bullet? As a happy seventh birthday to sportsBabel, here are my thoughts from the past year. Find the loose connections as you will.

Year in Review - Courtesy of Wordle

(created with wordle … click on the thumbnail for a full-size image)

[Exit]

Evoking Potentials

smithers:

[Aside] Yesterday I was in at a medico-scientific establishment for what is referred to as an evoked potential test, which basically hooks a bunch of wires to you to test optic, auditory and sensorimotor nerve conductivity. Given my theoretical readings of late — Kittler, Massumi, Virilio — I was naturally as interested in the process as I was in the outcome. Watching the diagnostic screen during one of the tests I couldn't help but notice how noisy one set of results looked. The technician replied that one of the biggest problems during these tests is trying to remove "muscular artefacts" from the results. In other words, muscular activity runs counter to the visioning of the nervous system. I found that poignant for some reason.

Scalp

The other notable thing that stuck out for me concerned the location of those spots on my scalp that would have electrodes attached to them. Once found, they were marked with a bright red grease pencil. The other use for grease pencils that immediately comes to mind is in marking celluloid film before splicing — before editing went digital, that is. A grease pencil marks the location of film cuts, which are then recombined to form a moving picture; in the evoked potential, meanwhile, a grease pencil marks the location of electrical current cuts, which are then redirected through a diagnostic apparatus to form a moving picture of my nervous system.

[Exit]

sportsBabel 4.0

smithers:

[Aside] Well, I am a little over six years into the world of blogging and it was time for a change. So I unveil a new design for the site, sportsBabel 4.0.

It's come a long way from sportsBabel 1.0, that's for sure:

sportsBabel 1.0

A short tour through the 2.0 and 3.0 series, during which I moved from Blogger and Haloscan to Wordpress:

2.02.52.83.03.5

And here we are today with the official launch of sportsBabel 4.0, with cake and hats for everybody. The new design features include:

  • a new, more dynamic-looking masthead image
  • a clean new stylesheet that highlights content better
  • a Creative Commons license updated to version 3.0
  • fixed rss feeds
  • the removal of the Flash-based post headers
  • the addition of Michael Woehrer's Tag Cloud plugin to navigate categories
  • the addition of GNot's Simple Recent Comments plugin
  • the addition of a latest five posts box to single post pages

I hope that you enjoy the new look … I had fun putting it together.

[Exit]

Bonne Fete

smithers:

[Aside] Once again, a year has passed and that means it is time to reflect (from Paris!!) on what I have "accomplished" here at sportsBabel. And that means a quick list of some of the ideas I was most fond of, from a thought process described as "sort of like a popcorn machine" (thanks Lex).

Ten posts, in no particular order:

  1. Interactive Waste Disposal
  2. Towards the Invisibility of Cameras
  3. Guilty By Association
  4. Central Intelligence
  5. The Control Room
  6. bODY_rESAMPLE?
  7. Lightness and the Tactile Burden
  8. The Authentic Hologram
  9. Body Treble
  10. Production Schedules

I began my doctoral studies in November at the European Graduate School, which clearly had a substantial influence on my work here at sportsBabel, as I was exposed to many new ideas and theories, perhaps most notably the work of Michael Hardt and Antonio Negri (and through them a further development of my reading of Deleuze and Guattari). Stalwarts of this blog such as Virilio and Baudrillard also continued to be of significance; sadly, we mourned the latter's passing this past spring.

But even more than these thinkers new and old, I am indebted to my colleagues at EGS for their contributions to my transformation and growth over the past year. An Elegy (for Saas-Fee) is written in their honour, and I look forward to seeing them again in only ten short months.

[Exit]

An Elegy

smithers:

[Aside] The sleep comes, but it is the fragmented, delirious sleep of a man with dengue fever. Tortured sleep. Rivulets of sweat flow into tributaries of liquid linen. Shards of disconnected thought mosaic the global electronic conscious and the matrix of the unconscious. Material and immaterial bridge centuries of temporality. Experiences gained and lost.

The athletic body can’t touch his toes. But what does the body have to do with serenity, anyways? Tactile burden. Trembling hands. Don't get burned, whatever you do.

The sleep comes, but it is the fragmented, delirious sleep of a man with dengue fever ://

Flow.

A loaded word. Don't think about product, think about process. Grey areas. Resolve the macro, the micro, the nano.

But does it equal love? The poet maudit might say so, but the sadness lining his eyes suggests multiple interpretations.

Bodies without organs.
Bodies without bodies.
_____ without _____.
Fill in your own fucking theory.

The sleep comes, but it is the fragmented, delirious ://

Writhing mass. Flashes of bright yellow punctuate the deep ochre. Praxis. Be careful now to code what we think, say, archive … control. Writhing neurons envelop all.

Can I get a wit(h)ness?

The sleep comes, but it is the fragmented, delirious sleep of a man with dengue fever. Tortured sleep ://

"Yes."

Who knew the multiplicity that could flow forth from the desert of this 0/1 as if a fountain flowing forth from the mouths of stone goddesses and gorgons in a public pool? Ambiguity ensures a cloak of defense and self-preservation.

Or perhaps insecurity invites a straitjacket of excess signification.

The sleep comes, but it is the fragmented ://

Go do some writing, says the destructive poet, infecting sportsBabel with his dada rap parable, all matrixial psychobabble and encounter events. Asymmetrical. Banal. Cabal.

Shall I cavil?

The hand taught the mouth to speak and the notebook is where the black magic juju is chanted. Rhizomes of blue and brown. Red painted skulls and beauty. Nonlinear meaning percolates to the surface through layers of white noise …

abc …

I muse.

Therapeutic? Hell, I'm burned like a freedom fry.

The sleep comes, but it is the fragmented, delirious sleep of a man with dengue fever. Tortured sleep. Rivulets of sweat flow into tributaries of liquid linen. Shards of disconnected thought mosaic the global electronic conscious and the matrix of the unconscious. Material and immaterial bridge centuries of temporality. Experiences gained and lost.

[Exit]

(To my friends in Saas-Fee.)