A nice / neat little History of / Dummy's Guide to SIGINT targets, from the Cold War and beyond:
"To gather more information, the US turned to signals intelligence (SIGINT) – the collection and analysis of electronic emissions – in order to answer the most pressing political and military questions. Because SIGINT relies on collecting signals from targets, different questions will result in collection against different targets. A few of those targets are listed below, with a bias towards installations targeted by the USA in the Soviet Union."
On a bit of a Rosko Gee jag right now.
Think Rosko Gee era Can is hugely under-rated / sadly overlooked. Was gonna do a post about the track "Call Me" last night, but it looks like it's been territory-locked on Youtube. I started scribbling some notes about the song and how much I love it, but it was late, so maybe we'll come back to that.
Meanwhile, cop the bass-playing on this! (But, meanwhile, watch / listen to Holger's shortwave radio bursts in the background - reckon he invented live 'sampling' not Peter Christopherson)
Had a great (but very weeeeird) reiteration-dream last night of one of my all-time favourite DC comics ever - Justice League of America #47.
That's the one where the Spectre has to keep Earth #1 and Earth #2 apart while various members of the JLA and JSA (It was one of their annual two-issue 1960's team-ups) duke it out with Anti-Matter Man. I fucking love that comic. It's nuts. Gardner Fox and Mike Sekowsky. Bought and read it in Cheddar, Somerset, as a child on a bright, boiling hot summers day (a bit like the last two!), sat in a grassy area by the river that runs down through the gorge bit of the town; you cannot imagine anything more idyllic; sat eating an ice-cream cone with my late mum and dad. I can see that day so vividly, as if seen through a weird telescope, even now.
One of those perfect days - we all have a handful in our lives; childhood or not - that seem almost like dreams themselves.
Last night's dream was a weird flip-cast through that issue -- it was an analogue of that story (I remember thinking this, even as I was dreaming it: "this is about this, not of it") -- rather than the story itself (just as the JLA were an analogue of the JSA, etc): various characters from old iterations of the DCU - and this tale, in particular - rapid-flashed past me in different permutations, but all their costumes were vivid mixtures of green and gold. Very high-concept psych. There was something startling / surprisingly 'new' and fresh about these character / costume permutations, yet they carried the comforting reassurance of an old friend.
I'm still trying to decode all this.
Thinking back though, soaking up the memories that are bubbling to the surface while I'm writing this now - the sound of water running down through the river, through green, algae-clogged pools / ponds / mini-lakelets with lock-like drainage wheels and grids (rusting, black-painted drain-wheels), the intense sunshine, an ice-cream kiosk, the happy laughter of other kids, me lost inside myself as I often was - as I still am - a mind-blowing comic that seemed so ripe with incredible possibilities -- looking back to that day now from the other side of my life invokes a strange happy-sadness: what a blessing and a curse it is to be human...
To be able to recall, but never touch or fully return.
Via Mister Warren Ellis.
(Which may explain - possibly - why this is so batshit crazy):
"Using algebraic topology in a way that it has never been used before in neuroscience, a team from the Blue Brain Project has uncovered a universe of multi-dimensional geometrical structures and spaces within the networks of the brain.
"The research, published today in Frontiers in Computational Neuroscience, shows that these structures arise when a group of neurons forms a clique: each neuron connects to every other neuron in the group in a very specific way that generates a precise geometric object. The more neurons there are in a clique, the higher the dimension of the geometric object.
""We found a world that we had never imagined," says neuroscientist Henry Markram, director of Blue Brain Project and professor at the EPFL in Lausanne, Switzerland, "there are tens of millions of these objects even in a small speck of the brain, up through seven dimensions. In some networks, we even found structures with up to eleven dimensions.""
My least favourite part of the comic-book script-writing process is where I mostly am right now: long-form plotting, bending a series of related 'ideas' into a modular / parallel-convergent series of story-beats. If the characters aren't yet whispering in your ear - or slapping you round the head - telling you where they want to go, then it probably ain't right. The story is driving the characters, not the other way round.
Or else some other shit is distracting you. (I'm a poor multi-tasker, me, if I'm to be honest).
My favourite part(s)?
Definitely, ideas-jamming. That weird metabolic effect where a cup of strong coffee, or a walk, or that 'random' wretchedly-restless, twitchy, inner neural-firing and flexing thing where glucose and actylcholine and synaptic cross-chatter become storified. Where conceptual stuff claws its way to the surface whether you want it to or not. Lays itself out at your feet.
My other favourite thing is where I am now with something else I'm working on: and that's bearing down on a script, hacking / switchbacking my way through panels and scenes, suddenly / unexpectedly switching from scratching my head and rubbing my chin to barely keeping up as stuff starts writing itself and auto-refining / distilling down into "ah, that's it..." details.
When process goes from a canter to a gallop.
I fuckin' love that.
"Many stars have companions, including our nearest neighbor, Alpha Centauri, a triplet system. Astronomers have long sought an explanation. Are binary and triplet star systems born that way? Did one star capture another? Do binary stars sometimes split up and become single stars?
"Astronomers have even searched for a companion to our sun, a star dubbed Nemesis because it was supposed to have kicked an asteroid into Earth’s orbit that collided with our planet and exterminated the dinosaurs. It has never been found."