Thursday, November 12, 2009

short story "A few lost pages" has been published!





Yay! Been working on this short story for 15 years.



"A Few Lost Pages".

http://www.unlikelystories.org/hight1109.shtml

The site is called "Unlikely Stories " and has a great range of work. They published some of my artwork and music a few years ago too so it is like coming home.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Leonardo launches lea special edition on immersive visualization

http://www.leonardo.info/LEA/CreativeData/CreativeData.html


--The *Creative Data* special issue of *Leonardo Electronic Almanac
(LEA
)*
features
papers and artworks that deal with the emerging practice of data
visualization as an immersive experience. Data has long been the property
and domain of screen-based collection, archiving, processing and
interaction. The emergence of new processes, functionality and ways of
interacting with information is opening up several new areas of great
possibility in which the data allows newfound thematic and engaging forms of
immersion, as well as innovative and perception-reshaping interaction. Guest
edited by Jack Ox, Jeremy Hight and Erik Champion.

Jack Ox, Jeremy Hight, and Erik Champion, Creative Data: Visualisation,
Augmentation, Telepresence and
Immersion
Trish Adams, "Machina
Carnis"

Joe Faith, "Interactive Data Exploration with Targeted Projection
Pursuit"
Joanna Griffin, "Satellite Stories: Immersion in the Large-Scale Projection
of Google Earth and Public
Storytelling"
Cindy Keefer, "'Raumlichtmusik' - Early 20th Century Abstract Cinema
Immersive Environments"
Carol LaFayette, "Atta,
Palindrome"
Luther Thie, "LA Interchange: A Real-Time
Memorial"
Klaus Wassermann, "lifeClipper - Commonality in
Images"
Ruth West, et al., "Algorithmic Object as Natural Specimen: Meta Shape
Grammar Objects from Atlas in
Silico"

Friday, October 16, 2009

snippet of new interview in ugotrade about near future of Augmented Reality and my work in the last few years






Modulated Mapping: Talking with Jeremy Hight about Layers, Channels and Social Augmented Experiences


http://www.ugotrade.com/



Tish Shute: I know you have been involved in locative media from its early days. Perhaps we can talk about how AR continues the locative media journey?

Blair MacIntyre gave me this distinction, recently: “AR is about systems that put media out in the world, and immerse you in a mixed space. Even the current “not really registered” mobile phone AR systems are still “sort of” AR (e.g., Layar, etc).

Locative media/ubicomp/etc are very different, in that they tend to display media on a device (phone screen) that is relevant to your context, but does not attempt to merge it with the world.
The difference is significant, and making it clear helps people think about what they do and what they want to do, with their work. The locative media space though points toward future AR systems (when the technology catches up!).”

Jeremy Hight: The need is to finish the arc that locative media and early AR have started and to now truly return to the map itself, but as an internet of data, interactivity, channels of data , end user options like analog machines once were but in high end tools, a smart AI-ish ability for it to cull data for the user, and to allow social networking to be in real world places on the map both in building augmentation and in using and appreciating it..not hacks..which have their place…but a rhizome, a branched system with shared root,end user adjustable and variable..this is the key.

This takes AR and mapping and makes a possible world of channels in space and this eventually can be a kind of net we see in our field of vision with a selected percentage of visual field and placement so a geo-spatial net, a local to world wide fusion of lm into a tool and educational tool

VR[virtual reality] has greatly advanced, but in nodes as it has limitations…LM [locative media] is the same…AR [augmented reality] is the way.. it now has locative elements and aspects of VR integrated into its functionality and nodes…it is the best option with all of these elements, greater hybridity and data level potential a well as end user and community sourcing potential

I wrote an essay for Archis’ Volume, the architecture magazine on a near future sense of some of this….a visual net on the lens like ar but with smart objects and social networking and dissent.

I also wrote of these things for immersive graphic design, spatially aware museum augmentation, education through ar and lm and nod to the base interface of eye to cerebral cortex in layered and malleable augmentation in my essay “Immersive Sight” a few years back
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image [above] is simple illustration of a possible example on a screen or in front of eye where in a mondrian show..the graphic design of information actually builds as one moves

(key is calibrated spatial intervals and related layers of further augmentation which is logical due to location and proximity)

from immersive sight on immersive graphic design: “The design can work with this in a way that creates an interactive supplemental set of information that is malleable, shifts based on location, builds and peels away as one moves closer to a work and plays with the forms of the works and the elements of the space itself. The sequence can contain many different elements and their interplay (both in the field of vision and in terms of context and layers of information). This is the model of sections of augmentation turning on and off at key points as individual spatial and concepts moments and nodes.

Another interesting possibility is that individual points of augmentation don’t turn off, but instead are designed to build as one moves in a direction toward a specific part of the exhibit. The design can work in a sequence both content wise and visually in terms of a delay powered compositional development and style in which each discreet layer of text and image does not fade out, but builds on each other into a final composition. This can form paintings similar to Mondrian perhaps if it is a show of similar works of that era or it can form something much more metaphorical and open interpretation of the space and content but utilizing a sense of emergence spatially in terms of the composition (pieces laid bare until final approach for effect).

Each section will be well designed, but they build in layers as one moves until finally forming the final composition both visually and in terms of scope of information or building immediacy. The effect can be akin to taking a painting and slicing it into onion skin layers laid out in the air at intervals, each the same dimensions, but only one section compositionally of the greater whole. This has many semiotic applications beyond its potential aesthetically and as spatialized information possessing a sense of inter-relationship as one moves.“

Tish Shute: One of the things I found very inspiring when I read your papers was that your ideas are not all dependent on a model of AR that would necessarily require goggles, back packs and lots of CPU/GPU – not that that wouldn’t be nice, but that even using “magic lens” AR of the kind smart phones has enabled in an open distributed framework would open up a lot of new possibilities for what you call modulated mapping wouldn’t it? What kind of social augmented realities might be enabled by a distributed infrastructure like this [AR Wave]?

Jeremy Hight: right….I see that as wayyy down the road…most important is the one you talk about as it is more immediate and thus more essential and needed. Eventually the goggles will be like a contact lens and a deep immersive ar version of this will come, that to me is certain, but a ways down the road. An incredible amount is possible now, and this is a more pragmatic move as opposed to the more theoretical of what is a few steps from here. Thus it is more important and essential now. Tools like Google Wave are taking what even 2 years ago was more theoretical discussions of what may be and instead introducing key elements to a more immediate, powerful, flexible level of augmentation. What have been hacks and isolated elements are to be integrated and social networking, task completion, shared tools and graphics building and geo-location.

Tish Shute: I think some people question what augmented reality has to bring to the continuum of location based experiences that other forms of interface/mapping do not?

Jeremy Hight: right….and the schism between its commercial flat self and tests with physics etc and in between …there are a lot of unfortunate assumptions it seems as to where ar and lm cross and how ar can be many things beyond deep immersion or the opposite pole of a hockey puck having a magic purple line etc….like lm is seen as either car directions or situationist experiments with deep data…..the progression to me is deeply organic….and now augmentation can be more malleable, variable and end user controlled.

Tish Shute: Yes, it is really exciting time for AR. Historically AR research has gone after the hard problems of image recognition, tracking and registration because we have had available to us these dynamic, real time, large scale architectures like Wave available (until now!), so less work has been done on exploring the possibilities for distributed AR fully integrated with the internet and WWW hasn’t it?

A distributed augmented reality framework such as we have envisaged on Wave would allow people to see many layers from many different people at the same time. ‬And this kind of model has been part of your thinking and fundamental to your work for a while, hasn’t it? But it is a very new idea to most people to think about collaboratively editing layers on the world, and to be able to view augmented space through channels and networked communities? Could you explain some of the ways you have explored these ideas and how they could be explored further now to create meaningful experiences for people?

Jeremy Hight: right..exactly…modulated mapping to me can be an amazing tool for students…back end searching data visualizations and augmentations based on their needs…while they do something else on their computer or iphone…that can be amazing..and not deep immersive..The map can be active, malleable, open source fed, and even, in a sense, intelligent and able to adapt. The possibility also exists for this map to have a function that based on key words will search databases on-line to find maps, animations, histories and stories etc to place within it for your study and engagement. The map is thus a platform and yet is active. Community is possible as people can communicate graphically in works placed on the map and in building mode in the tool. All the tropes of locative media are to be in a mapping system of channels of augmentation and a spatial net. The software by design will allow development on the map and communication like programs such as second life but in mapping itself.

I wrote an essay a few years ago for the Sarai reader questioning the traditional map and its semiotics and need to reconsider – then did work looking into it and what those dynamics were and they got into 2 group shows in museums in Russia…so it actually was my arc toward modulated mapping…an interesting way to it! But yes the map itself..this is a huge area of potential and non screen based alone navigation etc. I see now that my 2 dozen or so essays in lm,ar, interface design and augmentation have all also been leading in this direction for about 10 years now

Tish Shute: I love immersive visualization but can we “return to the map – the internet of data” as you mentioned earlier and produce interesting augmentation experiences that go beyond locative media’s device display mode without having the goggles, for example, through the magic lens of or smart phones?

Jeremy Hight: yes, absolutely. the map in the older paradigm is an artifice born often of war and border dispute and not of the earth itself and its processes…the new mapping like google maps is malleable, can be open source, can read spaces and can be layers of info in the related space not plucked from it as in the past..this is amazing. the old map also was born of false semiotics/semantics like “discovery of new lands” or ” pioneer” while the places were there already and names often were of empire…now this is no longer the case


Tish Shute: one of the great disappointments in VR has been its isolation from networked computing and also, up to now, augmented reality – to achieve an immersive experience with tight registration of media/graphics have to create separate system isolated from the internet and power of the web.

Jeremy Hight: yes….this will change. vr is to me an island but ar takes a part of it and shifts the paradigm and new things open this way. Do you know the project “life clipper”? friends of mine..doing interesting things..they are a clear bridge betwen lm and ar….and from vr

in ar augmentation and what is being augmented become fused or in collision or in complex interactions as a means to a larger contextualization and exploration of what is being augmented..this is true in immersive or non ar….huge potential

vr is a space, now can be surgery which is amazing. but not layered interaction, thus an island and graphic iconography on a location can use symbolic icons which opens up even more layers (graphic designer/information designer in me talking there I suppose..)

Tish Shute: Yes ! talk to me more about layers and channels I think this is one of the most interesting questions for me in augmented reality at the moment – what can we do with layers and channels and the new possibilities on connections between people and environments that these can create?

The ability for anyone to post something is critical to the distributed idea but one of the reasons I am so excited by Google Wave is I am fascinated by the playback function. How do you think this will enable new forms of collaborative locative narratives (nice post on Wave playback here ).

Jeremy Hight: We are in an age of cartographic awareness unseen in hundreds of years. When was the last time that new mapping tools were sold in chain stores and installed in most vehicles? When was the last time that also the augmentation of maps was done by millions (Google map hacks, etc)? The ubiquitous gps maps run in automobiles while people post pictures and graphic pins to denote specific places on on-line maps.

The need is for a tool that combines all of these new elements into an open source, intuitive layered and rhizomatic map that is porous (like pumice, organic in form yet with “breathing room” ),ventilated (i.e: adjustable, a flow in and out), and open (open source,open access,open spatialized dialog).

I wrote of this in my essay “Revising the Map: Modulated Mapping and the Spatial Interface .”( http://piim.newschool.edu/journal/issues/2009/02/pdfs/ParsonsJournalForInformationMapping_Hight-Jeremy.pdf )



Tish Shute: One mapping project I really like is Mannahatta. How could distributed AR contribute to a project like Mannahatta?

Jeremy Hight: that is a good example..imagine taking manhattan and having channels of options to overlay, that being an excellent option, and imagine being able to even run a few at once with deliniating icons..you can augment a space with history, data, erasure, narrative, scientific analysis, time line of architecture, infrastructure, archaeological record etc….endless possibilities, and this agitates place and place on a map into an active field of information with end user control…and open options for new layers

Tish Shute: and do you think we could do interesting things with AR on a project like Mannahatta even with the current mediating devices we have available – i.e. our smart phones as obviously the rich pc experience of Mannhatta has built for it’s web interface would not be available as AR at this point?

Jeremy Hight: yes….k.i.s.s right? these projects do not have to only be immersive and graphic intensive……take how people upload photos onto google maps….just make that on a menu of options, there are some pretty cool hacks already..
…options is key, a space can have a community as well, building on it in software, and others navigating it, i see it near future and down the road..always have with ar really


Jeremy Hight: Modulated Mapping is a tool that will allow channels to be run along the map itself. This will allow one to view different icons and augmentations both as systems on the map and in deeper layers of information (photos, videos, animations, visualizations, etc) that can be turned on and off as desired. The different layers of icons and data may be history, dissent, artworks, spatialized narratives, and annotations developed that are communally based on shared interests, placed spatially and far beyond. The use of chat functionality in text or audio will be open in building mode and in mapping navigation/usage as desired. This also allows a community to develop or augment in the spaces on the earth. These nodes can be larger and open or small and set by groups in their channel. The end result is an open source sense of mapping that will also have a needed sense of user control as one can select which layers of augmentation they wish to see and interact with at any time. It also will incorporate all the functionality of locative media in mapping software and mapping. In building mode and in map mode, icons will be coded to represent within channels (remember that the person using it has selected channels of augmentation from many based on their current interests and needs). Icons will be coded as active to show work in progress in cities and the globe to both invite participation and to further agitate the map from the sense of the static as action is visible even with its icons as people are working and community is formed in common interest/need .



Tish Shute: did you see the discussion on search in the AR Framework doc? AR search will be a massively important thing that will take a lot of intelligence and all sorts of algorithm development won’t it?

Jeremy Hight:It also has one area of key functionality that moves into more intuitive software. Upon continued usage, the mapping software will “learn” and search based on key words used and spheres of interest the user is mapping or observing as mapped and will integrate deeper data and types of animations, etc. into the map or will have them waiting to be integrated upon user approval as desired. Over time the level of sophistication of additions and of search intuition will increase dramatically. The search can also, if the user wishes, run in the back end while working in the mapping program, or in off time as selected while doing other tasks. It also can never be used if one is not interested. One of the key elements of this mapping is that it is not composed of a closed set or needs user hacks to augment, but instead is to evolve and deepen by user controls and desired as designed. Pre-existing data,visualizations and augmentations can be integrated with relative ease.

Tish Shute: One of the things that Joe Lamantia points out about social augmented experiences is that they will operate across a number of different scales – conversation > product design & build team > neighborhood / town fixing potholes > global community for causes. How do designs for channels and layers change across these different social scales?


I had two moments yesterday that totally fit what we talked about. I went to west hollywood book fair and traditional directions off of mapping for driving directions were wrong and we got lost…our friend could only get a wireless signal to map on itouch and we had to roam neighborhoods then we called a friend who google mapped it and we found we were a block away….so a fast geomapping overlay with an icon for the book fair on some optional grid service or community would have made it immediate. Then at the book fair talked to a small press publisher who is trying to map works about los angeles by los angeles authors on a map..she was stunned when I told her it could be a kind of google map feature option

it also has great potential to publish and place writing and art in places..both for commentary and access. imagine reading joyce in chapters where it was written about and then another similar experience but with writers who published on a service into their city.

Tish Shute: The challenge of shared augmented realities is not just a matter of shipping bits around, but also of how it we will use channels and layars – to create and negotiate different, distributed perspectives, understand a shared common core/or expressions of dissent (this came up in an email conversation with Simon St Laurent).

Jeremy Hight: well my example earlier could have been communal in a way too..a tribe sort of augmentation channeling ….like subscribing to list servs back in the day but of augmentation communities/channels, and for folks to build and use in shared live form, coordinating too

Tish Shute: one good thing though about building an open AR Framework is that as bandwidth/CPU/hardware gets better shared high def immersive experiences could be supported by the same framework..

Jeremy Hight: excellent

Tish Shute: were you thinking of the image recognition and tracking with this example?

Jeremy Hight: yeah….like scanning across a multi channeled google map augmentation with diff icons and their connected data…and poss social networking and fle sharing even in that mode…and rastering etc….could be cool with google wave - on the map..then zooming in a la powers of ten..(eames film).

-I have pictured variations of this for a few years now in my head like the example of my friends and I yesterday…we could have correlated a destination by icons in diff channels..one being lit events within lit channel in l.a map…maybe things streaming on it too…remote info and video etc… that would be awesome

Tish Shute: So many of the ideas in you paper on modulated mapping (see here) are brilliant use cases for shared augmented realities. Perhaps you could talk more your ideas about locative narrative because this is something I think is at the core of the kinds of experiences that a distributed AR Framework would make possible?

Jeremy Hight: on the project “34 north 118 west” we mapped out a 4 block area for augmentation of sound files triggered by latitude and longitude on the gps grid and map and the map on the screen had pink rectangles that were the “hot spots” where the augmentation had been placed.
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image of interactive map with map based augmentation connected to audio augmentation on site for 34north 118west (Spellman/Hight/Knowlton)

We researched the history of the area and placed moments in time of what had been there at specific locations ….I called this “narrative archaeology” as it allowed places to be “read” by their augmentations…info that was of the place beyond the immediate experience (diff types of info) that otherwise would be lost or only found in books or web sites elsewhere. there now are locative narratives around the world but they need to be linked. from humble origins “narrative archaeology” went on to be recently named of the 4 primary texts in locative media which is pretty amazing to me…but it is growing

- the limitations then were what I called the “bowling alley connundrum” – the specifc data had to reset like pins…..and was isolated….this led me to think about ar back then and up to now. How these could lead to much more from that point, data that would be more layered, variable , fluid..yet still augmented place and sense of place and social networking within data and software

lifeclipper to me is a bridge

Tish Shute: But Life Clipper is isolated from the internet currently is it?

Jeremy Hight: yes…ours was too.. that is what google wave makes possible.. our project only ran on our gear..in 4 blocks…with additional auxiliary info online, and not malleable..but hey 2001 and all..

Tish Shute: so the sites for 34 north 118 west are still active though?

Jeremy Hight: oh yeah!

Tish Shute: nice I really like sound augmentation – have you seen Soundwalk?

Jeremy Hight: yes, very cool.. we chose sound only as it fought the power of image..instead caused a person to be in a sense of two places and times at once

Tish Shute: and in 2001 that was definitely a visionary project!

You must be very excited that finally the pieces are coming together to make this stuff scale!

Jeremy Hight: I can’t even tell you!! it is funny..i have known that this would come..just waited and waited…

..knew it needed the right people and tools..

..so the bowling alley connundrum led me to develop my project shortlisted for the iss (international space station) as I thought a lot about how points and works are not to be isolated…but connected and should be flowing in diff parts of a map….to open up perspective and connected augmentations , but also to think about the map again…not as a base only. then moved into my work with new ways to visualize time and it all really began to gell. The ideas first were published as an essay (http://www.fylkingen.se/hz/n8/hight.html) and later my project blog (http://floatingpointsspace.blogspot.com/)

Tish Shute: One thing I noticed when I was reading your paper is how you have been exploring non-euclidian geometries. Could you explain how this is part of your idea of modulated mapping?

Jeremy Hight: Yes, this first came to me when my wife was reading to me from a book on the Poincare Conjecture and I was hit with a new way to measure events in time and after months of sketches, schematics and research came to see how it could also be connected to a geo-spatial web of projects and augmentations. It was published in the inaugural issue of Parsons School of Design’s Journal of Information Mapping which was an exciting fit. I call it “Immersive Event Time”(http://piim.newschool.edu/journal/issues/2009/01/pdfs/ParsonsJournalForInformationMapping_Hight-Jeremy.pdf)

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so the last 3 years I have been working on how it could all work as channels of augmentation, and building and navigation as open and community in a sense as well as ai capability that was the time work especially. how time as experienced within an event is not a time “line” but points on and within a form….and how this model is better for visualizing events in time and documenting them. it actually sprang form reading a book on the poincare conjecture, popped a bunch of other stuff together so one could visualize an event in time as like being in the belly of a whale..with time as the ribs..and our measure of time as the skin…and moving within it….hoping this will be used as educational tool

and this also can be tied to ar and map again…how documentation of important events can be kept within icons on a google map..then download varying visualizations based on bandwidth and desired format

Tish Shute: I have been thinking about is the new forms of social interaction/agency that these kinds of augmentations of space/place/time will create. it seems there are two poles – one is the area Natalie Jeremijenko explores of shifting social relations from institutions/statistics to real time/location based/interactions and new forms of social agency. The other pole completely is more like the cloud based AI and perhaps crowd sourced machine learning.

Your ideas explore the possibilities of both these poles. And certainly one of the big deals of distributed AR integrated with would be the possibilities it opened up both for new forms of networked social relationships and for new ways to draw on network effects.

Jeremy Hight: and cross pollinations within …that is what my mind goes to

Tish Shute: The other night I met Assaf Biderman, MIT, from the Trash Track team. Trash Track doesn’t utilize AR but I could see that there are possibilites there.
What do you think?

Jeremy Hight: yes, absolutely, there can sort of skins on locations that user end selection can yield …like channels of place….and can range from pragmatic core to art and play and places between….how this recalibrates the semiotics of map…more than just augmentation as seen as a kind of piggy back on map..map becomes interface and defanged platform if you wil, interestingly my more poetic/philosophic writing led me here too

Tish Shute: I know they are at very different poles of the system but I do wonder how AR can bring some of the level of social agency/interaction that Natalie Jeremijenko works on into a productive interaction with the kind of innovations in Machine learning that Dolores Lab style machine learning!!and others are pioneering?

Jeremy Hight: Natalie’s genius to me is in practical functional tech that also opens deeper questions and even new openings of what is needed..amazing layers in her work that way.. succint yet deep..very deep

Tish Shute: Yes – I a just writing a post about her work – I find it deeply moving the way she has delved into the possibilities to using technology to open us up to our world. One of the reasons I find distributed AR so interesting is because it will make it possible for all kinds of people to create and use augmentation in their lives and communities.

So to return to how a distributed AR framework could contribute to a project like Trash Track?

Jeremy Hight: what about using it for community, dissent and awareness raising then? like Natalie’s work but building like a communal work of multiple points, like the old adage of the elephant and the blind men sorry..metaphor – like one of my points in immersive sight was how one could take augmentation as multiple works sort of turning the faces of a thing or place…and how this would make a larger work even in such a flow so people moving in a space could also build..

what of ar traces left as people move calibrated to user traffic and trash as estimated in an urban space…like it goes back to chris burden in the 70’s making you know that as you turn the turnstyle you are drilling into the foundation and may be the one that collapses the building?

so their movements leave trash. Natalie is all about raising awareness to cause and effect and data , space and ecology. love that. so maybe …
a feedback loop , artifact and user end responsibility can leave traces …trash…

.. cybernetics vs ecology and human waste

Tish Shute: could you elaborate?

Jeremy Hight: brain fart…that the mass of trash people leave is a piece at a tiime….and how like the space shuttle mission when it was argued first true cybernaut occured….one cord to air for astronaut..one for computer on their back to fix broken bay arm…if there is a way to build on that and in relation to the topic…..how this can go further, that machines do not waste as much…as ar is a means to cybernetic raise awareness..eh..In a sense it is like the space shuttle mission when arguably the first true cybernaut occurred….one cord to air for astronaut..one for computer on their back to fix broken bay arm…if there is a way to build on that and in relation to the topic…..how this can go further, that machines do not waste as much…as ar is a means to cybernetic raise awareness..eh.. hmmm... sensors etc…wearables too – could be eco awareness with data and machine and human

what about a cloud computing system with a slight ai in the sense of intuitive word cloud and interest scans…..so as one moves through say new york they can be offered new ai data and services as they move ? could also be of eco interests? concerns about urban farming, eco waste, air pollution etc….perhaps with (jeremijenko element here) sensors placed in locations and these also giving data reads in public areas with no input but hard data itself……hmm..could be interesting

it can also give info of the carbon footprints (estimated prob unless data is public record somehow) of chain businesses and data on which are more eco friendly as well as an iconography color coded and icon coded to the best places to go to support greening and eco friendly business? and the companies could promote themselves on this service to attract eco aware customers who would be seeing them as kindred spirits and helping the
larger effort?

kind of eco mapping..and ar on mobile app

what about sensors that read air pollution levels, levels of solar radiation (to aid with skin protection in shifting light values in a city space..ie put on some skin cream now…), light sensors that detect density and over density in public spaces…to use the old trope in art of reading crowds in a space..but instead could indicate overcrowding, failing infrastructure in public spaces (which is a congestion that leads to greater pollution levels as well as flaws in city planning over time..), and perhaps a tie in to wearables……worn sensors on smart clothes….this could form a node network of people in the crowds ….and also send data within moving in a space…

here is a kooky thought… what of taking the computing power and data of people moving in a space..and not only get eco data and make available to them levels of
data..but make possibly a roving super computer…crunching the deeper data of people open to this……a hive crunching deeper analysis of the space, scan properties from sensors, and even a game theory esque algorithm of meta data if say 40 people out of 50 hit on a certain spike or reading…and even their input…..I worked in game theory for paleontology in this manner for a time as a teen….a private project…… the reading can lead to a sort of meta read by what hits most consistently..as well as in their input..text of what they experienced, observed,postulated,analyzed even…. this could be really interesting…even if just the last part from collected data and not from any complex branching of servers..

I thought at 19 or so that the flaw in paleontology was in how so many larger theories were shifting exhibitions and larger senses of things like were there pre-historic birds that were mistaken for amphibean and then back again….so why not make a computer program and feed all the papers published into it and see what hits were counted in terms of an emerging meta theory…and landscape of key points being agreed upon…this data would be in a sense both algorithmic and a sort of unspoken dialogue …came from a lot of study of game theory one summer…

hope this makes some sense…I forgot to mention that I originally planned to be a research meteorologist and my plan in middle school or so was to get a phd and develop new software to have a global map and then run models of hypothetical storms across it in real time animations of cloud forms, radar and wind analysis/fields, barometric pressure spaghetti charts etc….and to also do 3d cut away models of storm architectures…so been into visualizations of complex data and mapping for a long time!

Tish Shute: Wow let me think about this one!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

(updated with final sound edits) just finished text and image sound piece on these times



here is the download link as its storage until it gets into a show somewhere

http://www.sendspace.com/file/o34j0y

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

been revising this short story..think it is ready now

A Few Lost Pages
by Jeremy Hight



A cold icy morning in Chicago. That whim to not take the train for once. To walk, to break some pattern if even in such a meek tiny way. It brought me to him. Six in the morning and he was fused to a lamp post with ice, his mouth open like words were going to tumble out in cold brief clouds. His eyes were open like he was still waiting for a ride that didn’t come.

His arm and torso had fused to the pole with ice. His hands below the street sign made me think of hamburger,turkey, chicken wrapped in plastic, what my dinners might look like back in the slaughterhouse freezers, flesh and ice. My stomach churned in a little ugly flutter. Those horrible pits that had once been his eyes; they were like sinkholes in the street, just iced over. I wanted to shake it, this stupid frozen meat, this corpse, wake it up to beg it to explain what he had been thinking. I couldn’t get away.
I looked closer and saw more little horrors. His eyes were open sewers, his nose hairs were iced over like the feelers of a crab emerging from the shell, his eyebrows were melting ice in drops dripping across those open expressionless brown eyes in horrid little rivers toward his open mouth. I knew I would soon be running late. I just couldn’t help but stare, couldn’t pull away. You could almost see a thought, some faceless, lost thought trapped in that frozen piece of meat.
In a crazy impulse I put my hand in his coat pocket. There was a bundle, I could feel paper and rubber bands. An image of needles: I yanked my hand out. His coat pocket tore clean off, weakened in ice, the little worthless rectangle of fabric falling to the ground with a key, some bits of metal,what appeared to be a button. It was a rush. I have to admit it. It felt like when I stole a box of ice cream bars from the market as a kid bored over the summer. That strange thrill and fear.
There was something clenched in his dead iced right hand. It was melting tiny drops. In a crazy impulse I pulled them from his hand. No one was around. The ice cracked off in little pieces. It was a bundle in rubber bands. A pile of burger wrappers, those cardboard coffee cup temperature protectors, cereal box tops, candy bar wrappers. Junk. Refuse.
There was writing on them. Smeary pencils and pens of different dull colors and fades. I looked at the old cardboard of a really old burger container and in blue ball point was:

1.Shoes
2.Jacket
3.Hair
4.Pants
((((plan))))
.got it

It made no sense. He was simply insane. Yes, that was probably it. I took the little bundles anyway. Artifacts of a bored curiosity, what the hell. I put them in my backpack that I brought instead of a briefcase for the walk next to some papers. Whatever. I put it back in the rubber bands and away. As I rushed off as fast as possible to catch up some lost time I only looked back just once. As I moved away he grew smaller and smaller to me, big black shoes becoming ant sized dots, the whole corner just a bit of texture along a single street, a stain in the snow.
I came to work thirty minutes late and it was those minutes at the random corner with the frozen man, I carried those thirty minute throughout the day. Everything was one beat off.

Later that morning after a dull meeting I went back to my office. It sent one of those little crumbs tumbling in me, those little far corner memories. “Rise Rise young lions” went a poem we all studied back in college English class. I can’t picture the teacher’s face anymore, my mind lost the syllables of her short name, the color of the classroom walls, even most of the campus now after 17 years. That poem remains. It used to pump in me at 19, 21... seemed sad and fading when I got closer to 30, started to wipe away. Now it lurks at night clear as light and car alarms.
I worked for another hour or so before lunch and it was smoothly, placidly uneventful. I ate lunch warm in the windowless employee cafeteria in the middle of the building on the 5th floor. I could have done like some others and eaten in my office to keep appearances, that sense of layers and absence that is what management sometimes seems to be veined with. I am tired of that.
I am tired of so many things that it would be like some perverse anti-Christmas list of all the things I don’t want, can’t stand, hate, fear, feel bile and disgust for etc… I feel like I did in grad school that last semester when I looked around the room and at all the styro-foam coffee cups with cute little ironic doodles and messages, the steel coffee containers so sleek that scream student like italics, the little snacks and notepads and at everyone quoting dead French philosophers like it held up gravity and the planets at 2 in the afternoon on a fucking Wednesday. I should mention that I went to art school. Fancied myself a painter of enough potential to take out student loans. Not every one follows their major after school, in fact some say that 90% don’t. I sit in that majority.
I finished lunch and when back in my office. ice. cracking. that man. It hit me again that it even happened, the tedium had so nicely dulled it into something smoothly unreal. The oddest part that I couldn’t shake was how he was dressed. It was like he bought the cheap piss colored ancient suit to go to some big dance. It was neat and pressed, a matching antique stale piss colored tie wrapped nicely around his neck. His shoes were polished and shined, an effect almost lost in the slush and ice around his feet.
After lunch I sat at my desk. Time crawled. Even more than usual. I made some calls. One was big with a major buyer back east. Oh , right. I forgot to mention to you what I do exactly. Exactly..that word is so specific..how about fog or oatmeal instead.. I work for a company that ships artwork and sets it up for museums and for private collectors that can’t bother with all the trouble. It isn’t a career in art but it is....
When I first started it was after a long dull series of jobs stirring lattes, packing boxes and eventually up into managing small businesses in auto parts and whatever else after fudging my resume to get out of the coffee and bookstore loop as 40 loomed. It was exciting at first, inspiring almost in a way. I thought it might stir me to paint, to do some video art again, to make some kind of conceptual leap inspired by art’s far proximity like a whiff of poetry in the stench of old musty books yeah, I know….
I talked to the client for 40 minutes about all kinds of tiny details and complaints, shiny specific figures to lure him in, dull ugly concerns. I then emailed some of my staff about a Sunday meeting that would be needed as a result. This was about as enjoyable as kicking your dog or gingerly pressing your lips up to a red hot radiator for 5 minutes at a stretch. I remembered the bundle of papers now surely melting in my back pack. I pulled them out to save some important documents and throw them away. I scanned the top one, red ink on a stained napkin:
He had offered me some gum. I said “yeah, sure” then he fumbled with it absent minded for so long that I forgot I had even asked. Minutes went by and I didn’t even want it. He looked more and more lost. It went from a simple bit of conversation then wandered on, mechanical. It was like the conversation had lost its skin, was just bones moving like they do.
Was this a quote from something? Did he carry it with him or was it just in the coat when he bought it used? I didn’t know what to do with what I just read. Should I turn it in to the police? Throw it away. I was panicking a little For a second it felt like I defiled a grave, it was a pang of recognition.
I pulled out another one from the now thawing pile. It was on a piece of a cereal box top
I sat in roses red light and had a sandwich and coffee. There was a picture on the wall. It looked about twenty years old. It was five people smiling in an open field between two groves of huge shade trees. They all had the same smile. They sat on a blanket. The smiles were like they were all laughing at the same joke, that laugh that just lifts out light and easy like the sunshine in the picture. I almost swore I was in front of a heater That would be a good trick. I swear on mom’s grave there was warmth coming out.
Who was he? I thought before that he was insane. I just saw anonymous crowds in white gowns in some huge old building behind barred windows and on its grounds under watch. Now I wasn’t sure. Damn. It had been so much easier. Why did he do it? What was it exactly that he did anyway? Why did he have to be there? Why in my path?
I worked the rest of the day feeling off, distracted. I got emails back agreeing to show up at the meeting when the scheduling was nailed, little glowing bundles of terse words professional and carefully servile in regards to surely ruined dinners, family birthdays warm with out of town relatives and whatever else that now to be wiped clean Sunday would have entailed.

I got out of work in a bitter cold Chicago. It wasn’t even the same one as that morning. I got out fast. Ran the few blocks whenever there were gaps in snow drifts and got to the train station. The light glowed warm orange against a few flurries beginning their fall from the lamps along the station. I had just missed a train and as it headed off I imagined the ride on it home, how much more time I would have to spend in the cold and how much later I would be home. At least 20 ice needled minutes passed me by until another came.
Once on the train I began to get tired in the plush seat and in the warmth. Places blurred by in colors,lights,the rattle of wheels on tracks a constant against the signs and parking lots. It was gloriously uneventful. I napped briefly into an odd dream about an older train station and its wooden benches and waiting, waiting. The dream was dull and seemed like hours. I snapped awake at some random stop and looked at my watch. Five whopping minutes had passed.
The morning walk took an hour easy. I had a ways to go. I looked in my backpack for a bottle of water and found instead the other rubber banded bundle. forgot all about it. It was not as iced as was almost pristine while the other had massed into a plump moist ball for the most part. I plucked out a random bit written in shaky pencil on one of those coffee hand guard things on the side that wasn’t meant to be seen and thus didn’t have the picture and phone number of some surely wonderful doofus real estate agent with a head like a pez dispenser and a smile that even smudged radiated dishonestly like the worst posed pictures can.
I saw a bus pull up. I was late. Two minutes. I ran. Caught the one right after it. Sat next to a woman in a dress I swear was made of drapes. I caught a glimpse of the bus ahead . The one on time , on schedule. There was a guy that almost looked like me. He got the schedule. It pulled ahead at the lights just the same every time with a cloud of exhaust. The distance between us was two minutes on a watch long. Those two minutes I had lost forever even though I could see the smoke behind it, almost smell it.
There was no asylum anymore., just that piss colored suit, those shiny shoes, a collection of ice on hairs and the quiet before I kept walking, before Who were you in those pits for eyes and that open mouth? I wanted to shake him. Why? Why the hell did you go ? What is this? A journal? A diary? I was so upset I found myself shaking a little as I held the paper in my hand and the train shuttled along warm on its elevated track above the streets. Then just lights, warm seat, my weight and the rattle of the tracks.
I sat half asleep and thought about random junk drawer things: errands, things to fix in the bathroom, the cat’s little bald spots where he licked himself too much and what the hell to do or not do on January 7 , my 45th birthday. It was only November but that day would come soon enough and frankly I didn’t want it. I don’t feel old, it isn’t that.
I just don’t get excited about things on calendars or any thing that is supposed to be exciting and all that. Who cares about cakes and balloons at 45 when it was the same pretty much at 44,43,42,41? I mostly just doodled little meaningless swirls and stared at the blurs passing by. Out of boredom I rifled through my backpack. My fingers touched that bundle of papers again. All right, one more. Why not.
I drove with Him one time to see some relatives. We took all the small roads, the back roads, through desert towns and along the spine of what remained of route 66. I slept sometimes just from the heat. I noticed at night that several of the signs had burned out letters, misspellings along the roadside buzzing meekly and blacked out spots. Out of a need to just talk and something different from the radio and naps I mentioned it to him. He told me that he wondered sometimes if you could make sentences out of those missing letters, business notes along back ways, secret love notes in the buzzing broken signs for motels and drug stores along the 5. Or maybe it was just the miles and the quiet and nothing more. Who ever knows anyone anyway? he asked me , his eyes narrowing into a squint as I let go of something that seemed so interesting a few seconds before. We drove on in silence for quite a while, things just moving. I decided a ways down the road to still imagine it, to make it mine, to try anyway to make what he said disappear.
I got off a stop early by mistake. I thought it was my stop. Everything looked about right. Brilliant me didn’t catch the sign but saw the door open, recognized the usual clot of groggy people massing out in an easing bulge and the escalators. I shuffled and shrugged on through, accidentally elbowed someone and felt a soft cool strange cheek, got a flash of burning pain from a push from behind me in my back and ribs.
I glared back as far as I could in the crush and saw only the usual cluster of strangers. I wanted to yell, scream, sarcastically thank the jerk that sucker punched me or just was so careless with that sharp elbow. I instead said nothing, just turned back around and pushed ahead toward the door like everyone else in that madness of arms and shoulders that makes a crowd.
We eventually all uncoupled as we spilled out of the doors and I headed for the escalator.. I was a third of the way up when I heard the train pull away and caught the name of the stop, pretty much at the same time. One of the letters of the big plastic new station name looked like it was full of dirt or a rat nest in the warmth underground. I didn’t care to stop to see.
I slowly walked toward the shiny escalator and another crumb fell loose, dislodged. It was from an ancient yellowed papyrus of a place and time, more like a stale, brittle little nothing. I recalled the feeling sitting in a room on a Wednesday afternoon years ago in grad school staring at those coffee mugs and hearing yet another discussion of dead French men in relation to other dead French men, of reconsidering and questioning the point of reference through the words of other dead men and it was like being in the wrong body, the wrong eyes. I wanted with every hair, every atom to be working, to be in the real world again, swimming in its details. The talented were few and stood out glaringly as did their actual work ethic. Many people seemed to be just floating through.
It had felt like that this was all there was and like that was the biggest lie ever told. It was a pang of recognition I guess. There was surely far more than this and there surely was far less and it was just stasis, blank, empty spinning in place. I had had enough but had 2 months to wait to get out, it seemed like forever. A girl made a painting as part of her thesis. It was a painting of 2 horses, muscles flexing, manes in an impossible glowing light only a kid in college who never saw horses up close would see as real. The horses were facing 2 different directions, pulling with their tails tied together. The entire crit I wanted to put a plastic knife through it or pour all the coffee from those stupid personal mugs all over the damn thing.
The escalator moved up smoothly and slowly. No elbows, no crush. Everyone was spaced out just so and lifting slowly up in the train station at the same angle of dull ascent. The turnstile was almost entertaining as it banged my arms as I pushed through, my used ticket being swallowed in a little metal mouth and checked off to regurgitate the meaningless stub back in my hand.
As I left the station everything was that weird place between familiar and foreign. I had a little bit of cold drool on my lip from my semi nap. This could freeze I thought as I headed the few blocks home. I used to love the feeling. In undergrad at the University of Chicago we would bundle up into the snow in the middle of the night sometimes just for the novelty of it and to get out of the boredom of dorm life in another snowstorm with the same people all year. In grad school I didn’t have time except once to head out like that and we went into curtains of white in the streetlights. One by one we each seemed to disappear at times as we spread out. To be invisible. I was so sick after that I hallucinated a rain forest one night out of all my snot tissues and soup bowls.
I thought of the frozen guy for a second again. Those notes were more interesting than any of the crap I made the first few years after school before I got busy and he had them on burger wrappers. I took 2 classes alone on how to mount your little treasured crumbs properly and my great works had the equivalent value of a letter of his text on a box top.
It is so hard to assess though. Everything old seems to look like someone else’s after a while. So many thing belong to the other guy that used to use these eyes. There is a crowd of them in old photographs of someone, of older pics of me, one of those other tenants. Whatever. He was some dead guy. He died with that stuff in his hand.
There is this other crowd of people, a fog of them , an oatmeal, a yellowing wallpaper pattern in a city. You see them in coffee shops scribbling away or clacking on laptops loudly clinging to the mythology of some big shot chomping a cartoon cigar pausing to glance and being dumbstruck by some random thing they carried at the ready. They are just part of the furniture, a lamp, an overly gaudy red upholstered chair, those curtains, Victorian just so. If cliches were a crayon box they would be its flashy silver or dull white and we know how much the kid will use those. I am not one them. I am not. At least I am not that...
I passed a closed sandwich place and an all night market. My task part of my brain thought of several details of work I almost forgot, little odds and ends but I rotated them dutifully in little loops in my head for several blocks to not forget. The air was stinging cold now but as long as I was preoccupied I almost couldn't feel it quite as intensely. Little lists of things can dull things nicely. Clip things too.
The streets grew comfortably familiar and the distance home felt shorter and shorter. I passed the sign for a movie theater that had recently closed, the letters for the last film still up but with a few missing, fallen off in the last storm or maybe taken by some of the more devoted or spiteful pimply teenagers that had lost their jobs manning glass candy caverns or robotic ticket punching. The word was that it was to become a chain book store and that they would keep the sign and the front the same, keep the feel, but rip out all the screens and old velveteen seats.
I walked dutifully on and had one of those ridiculous little conversations with no answer in my head. What was wrong with you? Were you so excited that you didn’t feel the ice? Were you wanting to make some one somewhere else feel lost because of you? Were you the only one actually wanting to disappear? To make that moment linger? I heard no answers back and the odd part is that on some level it was very pleasing even as I really wanted an answer.
After a while I just slowed down a bit. At first it was because I was lost, then it was because I thought I recognized someone, then it just felt right. There was the booted car on 3rd street that had been there all month, the orange metal bear trap on a tire now completely flat, the park where all the dogs would run in the summer now coated in early snow and soon in a few hours, ice. “There sometimes is simply nowhere farther to go” some forgotten professor of mine once said in some lost afternoon in some long wiped away crit. It tumbled out like a little lost orphan. It fell out of somewhere.

With no more streets to drift through and the time before freezing not too far off I turned the corner of my street toward home.
My wife had dinner on the table as I was late. My keys thudded dull and heavy in the basket by the door as I took off my coat. She had the heat on high to keep out the cold. As I walked to the kitchen table the light illuminated the tile we put in last year anew and pinpointed each of the cracks growing from the bad job I did with the adhesive. Dinner smelled wonderful, even I noticed that. She was sipping a glass of wine with that look in her eye that has grown to be part of the family lately, something between warm and cold like the house and so much else.
We sat to dinner and she asked about work. . I said fine. What would I tell her? I saw a frozen man dressed in a piss yellow suit ready for a dance in the Chicago winter cold..I just wandered around in the near freezing air on purpose.. I calmly over dinner described the details of my day, my train ride home when I slept awkwardly against the rattling window, my lunch , the meeting and something I read in the paper recently.
She passed me the bread in the neat little basket we got as a wedding present, the wood a little scuffed on the corner. The butter substitute was actually pretty tasty and melted off the steel of my knife onto the warm bread softly. I felt relaxed as she told me about her day teaching elementary school and the pipes wheezed a bit. After dinner we sat watching tv for a few hours then went to bed as a few isolated flurries blew in off the lake, the little flakes almost impossible to detect if not for the streetlights.
I waited until she had gone to sleep and got up and went to the bathroom. I then went to the kitchen and pulled some of those odd little stained and partially smeared papers from his hand mixed in accidentally with a pile of old ketchup and beer stained sketches from school from the bottom of the junk drawer where I tossed them, odd musty smells coming from somewhere in the pile. I laid them out on the table and started sorting through them at first, then rifling through then just trying to piece something together then just shifting them around as it got late.
The pieces of paper and cardboard were scattered everywhere. I spent a couple of hours trying to place them in some kind of order….chronological…..in some storyline…..by the type of ink or pencil…..It was impossible. It was impossible to tell.

I dumped out all the scraps from that man on the floor. A dead sea scroll of another's life..what was I expecting to find..can anyone find? A diary perhaps....maybe a way to actually at least kind of figure that frozen man out. I shuffled the pile for at least an hour and ….nothing.
I threw the little wrappers and scraps unceremoniously away in the soggy coffee rinds and dinner remnants in the kitchen trash like some anonymous burial at sea during war time.
I tried not to think about anything the next day. I went on the train like always, focused on tasks at hand, got it done, sucked it up. Enough walks and enough surprises. Enough faces and facing. At work the next day I selected the date for the meeting. It was to surely form curses under the polite replies all over again. There was one little scrap among my papers. Threw it away.

By the way...the last hard to read scrap somehow fused in some corner of my briefcase by the way was this:
well planned trips away with the young bride to the sunlit beaches of Florida for the weekend, Beer and pizza with the guys at a warm favorite bar to watch the game, dinners out with a new date in a candle lit restaurant with framed photos of nature scenes of mountains and groves of shade trees then dancing. distant flashes ...some one else’s lightning..just confetti..enough..going....tonight....hope to see ..(the last part after this was smeary and illegible)

The employees under me would surely reply in tersely written emails leaking politics and reeking of something more hidden away, maybe even clustered curse word and vitriolic poison phrases pointed my way before fingers discreetly hit erase..
Sun Jan 7. The letters glowed incandescent like little ugly lamps as my fingers guided the little pointer toward “send”. Meetings. No celebrations, no sun, nothing but the dull blizzard of white of a meeting room, dry erase boards, no windows to look at and see those bits of something far, far away.
Coffee, chairs and stasis for all.
It was my job,my choice.
choice, yes ….like breaking off something iced over. like running past the lake and not stopping...
I thought of a frozen man, At least he disappeared himself, he kept going...did that whatever it was ...I deleted the message instead. Gone. Each word a face lost in the snow. At least someone would find something, some afternoon , some moment from what I could erase, could create, at least for some one else, at least for once an action amidst this dull fog of days.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

writing, design, kites for bauhaus,children's book on recession and error images....yep...



Howdy you invisible set of eyes somewhere.

My name is Jeremy and I send messages into the ether here.

I am working on a childrens book on the recession.

I am organizing a kite making and flying event here in Los Angeles later this month as part of a multi-city exhibition celebrating the anniversary of the Bauhaus school. Amaze me with human contact if you might be interested.

My blog art/ look at design,information,interface and errors is in an exhibition of experimental writing over here...

http://www.outofnothing.org

and just launched exhibition of new media/hybrid text and image narratives over here...

http://binarykatwalk.net/kate/kate.html


Monday, June 22, 2009

locative narrative and literature and a lot of photos in these odd times



two of my recent photos


Long time away from this little spot.

Happy to have been asked to write a book chapter on Locative Narrative's influence on literature. It really means a lot as I am a writer and my first sense before Narrative Archaeology fully hit me was how exciting it could be to write into and with the physical world. The chapter is due in August. More soon.

Took a hit from this economy and have had classes cut back. Have started a tutoring business and looking for creative consulting work. Will see how that goes. Wish me luck if you read this kooky little blog.

Happy that my two newest areas of information design were published by Parsons. Now comes the building process , again will see how that goes.

Immersive Event Time may have some interest at the Smithsonian but will see if that goes anywhere.

Been shooting a lot of photos lately and seeing what comes next.