The interface between the ephemeral identity and the specifics of the particular body. The interface between the frangible identity and the specifics of the particular body.
The IDisc is a prosthetic vertebra that grows along with the body to which it’s attached. While it does that, it intercepts all of the experiences — internal and external — of its host, digitizing the entire experience as memories. Or perhaps as identity. Maybe your soul.
Science fiction works in any art form. You look at what exists, then compare it to what’s possible-and-explorable, and experiment with it! That’s why Shock: includes music in its mediography section.
So I’ve been messing with synthesizers a lot lately. I’ve been making some really interestingly shrieky sounds and wanted to share with you the Brigand, a granular synthesizer I built a few weeks ago.
I’m putting an EP together that will be available to my patrons, but I really want to show off the machine, itself and what it sounds like!
Man, I’d LOVE to hear music from the Fifth World. Glass harmonicas, didgeridoos, 2 meter diameter drums made of sewer pipe that you have to travel to annually to play…
The day Ashadd Nash found herself alone without clan, without money, and with a price on her head, she became a scoundrel, and a scoundrel needs a scoundrel’s weapon.
Ashadd Nash is a scoundrel, living between the cracks of the Empire and the now-disintegrating old order of the Republic. And like any scoundrel, she travels armed.
Ashadd Nash, like Boussh, Boba Fett, Maz Kanata, and many other scoundrels, rarely allows her face to be seen. Among those she trusts, though, they see the face of a 20-year-old who bears the responsibility of her entire, scattered clan.
I’ve been working on an illustrated essay called How to Make a Star Wars Guy. It’s about the scope of things that Star Wars can talk about, and why it often rings false.
My example in the essay is Ashadd Nash. You’ll learn what she’s about in the next few posts!
The Dzung people live far to the north of the center of the world on the mountains that form the border to the high plains. They are nomadic and broken into many tribes, but all answer to the wielded of Zujabji, the ancestral spearhead of their chiefs.
My upcoming story, City of the Worm King, features the sexy, sensitive, and perhaps misled character, Buejad. It was my pleasure to have him model for me a couple of weeks ago here in my studio.