Docs of group: MEDIA SYNTHESIS

Movie 0001

nobody@ipernity.com (taffsdad) — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 22:18:28 +0000

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Gradinata

nobody@ipernity.com (Alina T) — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 07:32:31 +0000

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short low res mpeg4 video out of a preformance, Theatre Sfumato,Sofia, dir. Desislava Shpatova

Green Sleeves to a Ground

nobody@ipernity.com (Hans-Joachim Ortolf) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 13:15:24 +0000

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Variationen
synthetische Musik nach
"Green Sleeves to a Ground"
in "The division flute"
in der Bearbeitung von
Johannes Bornmann
Schönaich 1992

bit maps Sound generation

nobody@ipernity.com (taffsdad) — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 18:41:50 +0000

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Imaginary music score the BW bit maps can be generated into sound

They keep flying...

nobody@ipernity.com (Daniela Casalla) — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 19:23:02 +0000

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Forbidden birds. Eduardo Galeano.
1976, in a jail building, called “Freedom”.

“The Uruguayan political prisoners may not talk without permission, or whistle, smile, sing, walk fast, or greet other prisoners; nor may they make or receive drawings of pregnant women, couples, butterflies, stars or birds. One Sunday, Didasko Pérez, schoolteacher, tortured and jailed for “having ideological ideas,” is visited by his daughter Milay, aged five. She brings him a drawing of birds. The guards destroy it at the entrance of the jail.
One the following Sunday, Milay brings him a drawing of trees. Trees are not forbidden, and the drawings get through. Didasko praises her work and asks about the colored circles scattered in the treetops, many small circles half-hidden among the branches: “Are they oranges? What fruit is it?” The child puts her fingers to her mouth: “Ssssshhh.” And she whispers in his ear: “Silly. Don’t you see they’re eyes? They’re the eyes of the birds that I’ve smuggled in for you.”
Eduardo Galeano, Memory of Fire III, The Century of the Wind, 1988
Pájaros prohibidos. Eduardo Galeano.
En 1976, en una cárcel llamada “Libertad”.

Los presos políticos uruguayos no pueden hablar sin permiso, silbar, sonreír, cantar, caminar rápido, ni saludar a otro preso. Tampoco pueden dibujar ni recibir dibujos de mujeres embarazadas, parejas, mariposas, estrellas ni pájaros. Didaskó Pérez, maestro de escuela, torturado y preso por “tener ideas ideológicas”, recibe un domingo la visita de su hija Milay, de cinco años. La hija le trae un dibujo de pájaros. Los censores se lo rompen a la entrada de la cárcel. Al domingo siguiente, Milay le trae un dibujo de árboles. Los árboles no están prohibidos y el dibujo pasa. Didaskó, le elogia la obra y le pregunta por los circulitos de colores que aparecen en las copas de los árboles, muchos pequeños círculos entre las ramas:

- ¿Son naranjas? ¿Qué frutas son?

La niña lo hace callar.

- ¡Sshhh!- y en secreto le explica. – ¡Bobo! ¿No ves que son ojos? Los ojos de los pájaros que te traje a escondidas.

crossroad blues on an old guitar

nobody@ipernity.com (taffsdad) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 16:59:00 +0000

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http://www.ipernity.com/blog/taffsdad/168765

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nobody@ipernity.com (taffsdad) — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 22:47:04 +0000

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Recording Studio Ala Taffsdad

nobody@ipernity.com (taffsdad) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 21:49:35 +0000

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One of the things I use to record whatever Im recording....

For export (texto: Alfredo Zitarrosa)

nobody@ipernity.com (edicionesDELcementerio) — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 18:17:01 +0000

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DVD Videopoesías, edicionesDELcementerio 2007
(fragmento)

Para Cortazar y Piazzolla (texto: Eduardo Acosta Bentos)

nobody@ipernity.com (edicionesDELcementerio) — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 17:58:01 +0000

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DVD Videopoesías, edicionesDELcementerio 2007
(fragmento)

Una ciudad (texto: Julio Inverso)

nobody@ipernity.com (edicionesDELcementerio) — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 18:24:01 +0000

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DVD Videopoesías, edicionesDELcementerio 2007
(fragmento)

running blues web version

nobody@ipernity.com (taffsdad) — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 19:33:20 +0000

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First attempt to play Blues on a very inexpensive Harmonica bought from Asda

Still from Running Blues Video

nobody@ipernity.com (taffsdad) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 20:22:20 +0000

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A quick capture from a video. Running Blues one of my first attempts to play blues on a very cheap Harmonica.........may well upload the video ?

Lomo Legs

nobody@ipernity.com (Madame Yetused) — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 02:28:15 +0000

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What happens if you send pics of yourself posing in front of a flashy camera modeling a babydoll dress to your boyfriend?

You get lomography back. [big version]

Yay! Bestest boyfriend in teh world.

Salto largo

nobody@ipernity.com (Juan Angel Italiano Rebella) — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 21:04:46 +0000

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video poesía

CAMPO

nobody@ipernity.com (Juan Angel Italiano Rebella) — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 14:28:30 +0000

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video arte

La Hydre d´acier

nobody@ipernity.com (Juan Angel Italiano Rebella) — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 23:21:04 +0000

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CD Room "School days" 2009

Godzilla!

nobody@ipernity.com (Madame Yetused) — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 02:35:05 +0000

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Testing brushes and my new Photoshop Elements.

Dear Ophelia

nobody@ipernity.com (Daniela Casalla) — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 12:29:01 +0000

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Listen The book of love

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings

Mujer de sal

nobody@ipernity.com (Daniela Casalla) — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 17:18:01 +0000

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Genesis 19:23 KJV
"The sun was risen upon the earth when Lot entered into Zoar. (24)Then the LORD rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the LORD out of heaven; (25) And he overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground. (26) But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt."

"Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, Who suffered death because she chose to turn."
Anna Akhmatova
The whole poem