<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206</id><updated>2009-10-14T04:03:01.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonic Walden</title><subtitle type='html'>For those seeking their personal Waldens in sound and solitude</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-2416800520344363515</id><published>2007-11-26T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:30:33.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quieting the Iron Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uf9H-l8dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8nxCEEof65o/s1600-h/FH000006_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137375672408601042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uf9H-l8dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8nxCEEof65o/s320/FH000006_edited.JPG" width="428" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0ufy3-l8cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/86hj4sZ3b54/s1600-h/FH000005_edited_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uffX-l8bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XB4-nIRhz4U/s1600-h/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This photo of Walden's Pond illustrates the nature of sound waves. The pond resonates with transverse and longitudinal sound waves, and the train in the distance (unseen) cuts through the soundscape of the woods hidden behind the pond. As it passes by, its whistle announces its arrival, and just as quickly it fades out of hearing range. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am all about trains, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Static issue 6 - ‘ALARM’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; features a piece by Jonathan Pluskota and myself that extends from my sound work at Walden in Concord, Massachussetts and our recordings and research in the Shawnee National Forest of downstate Illinois, USA. The train has been conceptualizaed as a metaphor for progress, noise, and lost culture. Its whistle is both appealing and revealing to our conflicted views of what is noise and what is culture; and one might consider at what price does one sound displace another. As we look into the future, what happens when technology sheds its noisy entrance, and slips through our soundscapes and landscapes unheard and undetected, might there be a sense of cultural loss. That is only one of the many questions we contemplate in Static. We thank the editors Thomas Mansell, Richard Osborne, and Katherine Hunt for their acceptance of our work: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.londonconsortium.com/index.php"&gt;http://static.londonconsortium.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essay:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;Quieting the Iron Beast: The Train Whistle as an Alarm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sound Piece: Trained Alarms: A Salute to the Iron Beast (2:20)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phylis Johnson, Ph.D., Associate Professor, Department of Radio-Television, MC 6609, Southern Illinois University, Carbondale, Illinois, USA, 62901, &lt;a href="mailto:phylisj@yahoo.com"&gt;phylisj@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jonathan Pluskota, Ph.D. student, Southern Illinois University, Carbondale, Illinois, USA, 62901, &lt;a href="mailto:jonnyp@siu.edu"&gt;jonnyp@siu.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday, October 17, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-2416800520344363515?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/2416800520344363515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/2416800520344363515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2007/11/quieting-iron-beast.html' title='Quieting the Iron Beast'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uf9H-l8dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8nxCEEof65o/s72-c/FH000006_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-8651623718297615711</id><published>2007-11-26T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:28:50.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampala Children:  Soundscapes of Uganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uJjX-l8YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tWPS1n7egSg/s1600-h/DSCF0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137351040771158402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uJjX-l8YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tWPS1n7egSg/s320/DSCF0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uJkH-l8ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OEFv09mCd4I/s1600-h/DSCF0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137351053656060306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uJkH-l8ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OEFv09mCd4I/s320/DSCF0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uJkn-l8aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R9tnZCokR-0/s1600-h/DSCF0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137351062245994914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uJkn-l8aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R9tnZCokR-0/s320/DSCF0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with Sound. July 2007, the Stephen Jota Children's Centre, Kampala, Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kampala, Uganda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is city rich with sounds, from the rattling of old vans and jeeps weaving around the 3 foot holes in the roads to the inviting marketplace music that extends into the wee hours of the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I remember most&lt;/span&gt; is the sound of more than 500 children singing in unison school songs and songs of hope for their nation. A week before my birthday, in mid-July 2007, a great part of my trip to Africa was spent in Uganda at the Stephen Jota Children's Centre, a home and school for orphans from the nearby slums. A region ravaged by AIDS, Malaria, and poverty hosts some of the most beautiful smiles and sounds in the world, at least from my sonic range and perspective. As I sort through my audio, it impresses me that the sounds that I remember most are those of the people, particularly the children as they grabbed the microphones to speak into my field recorders. I would rush to put my headphones on their heads, as they listened intently to their own voices in amazement. Each listened with a twisted eyebrow, coinciding with a puzzled and pensive smile, and followed with a shout of glee, all which informed me that they had discovered a new sense of self. I have included a few photos here, by request, for it has taken me much longer to put together my sound piece - from the hours and hours of sound that I recorded. I can still hear their voices, although months and thousands of miles away. Perhaps this summer I will visit them, but this time in my recording studio as I attempt to recreate the sonic love that poured into my field decks. So check back here in a few months to hear what's up with Kampala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-8651623718297615711?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/8651623718297615711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/8651623718297615711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2007/11/kampala-children-soundscapes-of-uganda.html' title='Kampala Children:  Soundscapes of Uganda'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjh33ifhRSY/R0uJjX-l8YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tWPS1n7egSg/s72-c/DSCF0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-116210350039370970</id><published>2006-10-29T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:43:52.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Dinner Revisited</title><content type='html'>What's on the menu - a little less bass and a hint of this and that. Here's the sound dinner revisited. Let's see if this version of Sound Dinner is somewhat gentler to your computer speakers. Still some wind rumble with which to contend. See earlier entry for more info on what you are listening to here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P6e84cca8f8f2cf1e02a4d3daa9e13d97ZV5%2BRVREYmB9&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-116210350039370970?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116210350039370970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116210350039370970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/10/sound-dinner-revisited.html' title='Sound Dinner Revisited'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-116207481481319831</id><published>2006-10-28T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:54:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Japan!</title><content type='html'>A series of Japanese sounds follow...there's birds and traffic from Shibata, Niigata and some "mall" sounds from Toyko - as well as a few surprises. All sounds were recorded by college students on a summer trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical morning in Shibata. So very quiet. The raw recording was comprised of extremely long stretches of "silence" - 70% silence, 20% wind, 10% birds - this segment represents a fairly accurate representation of nearly 60 seconds of particularly busy activity for the birds during a period of about 20 minutes. I refer to the term "silence" very broadly and loosely here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P3f316ea3985bff5b09b2b47a294f7afdZV5%2BRVREYmBy&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-116207481481319831?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116207481481319831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116207481481319831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-to-japan_28.html' title='Welcome to Japan!'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-116207478562096769</id><published>2006-10-28T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:56:05.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Intersection?</title><content type='html'>Here's "traffic" sounds at a major intersection outside the prison in Shibata - a town about 100,000. Fairly quiet for a busy intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=Pf5c246603bbc76cfbccebe36ad044d7bZV5%2BRVREYmBz&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-116207478562096769?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116207478562096769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116207478562096769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-intersection.html' title='Busy Intersection?'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-116158205263228536</id><published>2006-10-22T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:43:06.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Dinner</title><content type='html'>All in all, nearly a dozen students headed for Japan - rural and uban - during Summer 2006. What is shared are the memories and impressions from some of the college students who attended a debriefing dinner. Here's a soundscape of what they heard, as remembered, with actual audio from their trip. The primary question centered around differences between Japan and U.S. sounds. Some of the students compared their sonic experiences within the context of other countries that they had travelled as well. Here's an except from the dinner, and field highlights from their trips. Spoiler: ending might be a bit bizarre for some listeners - includes excerpts from a worship service in Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P8cf658e22e6ec7e000e3f89cff7b930cZV5%2BRVREYmBw&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-116158205263228536?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116158205263228536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116158205263228536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/10/sound-dinner.html' title='Sound Dinner'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-116158037136582601</id><published>2006-10-22T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:08:31.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonic Tourist</title><content type='html'>On being tourists. Conversations of college students, upon arrival to Japan, 2006, from America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P2a97537ed77bcf3a0f3ebd1adaa86e44ZV5%2BRVREYmBx&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-116158037136582601?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116158037136582601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116158037136582601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/10/sonic-tourist.html' title='Sonic Tourist'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-116157988058484428</id><published>2006-10-22T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:11:31.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonic Stroll I</title><content type='html'>A musical stroll through Japan - malls, stores, along the sidewalks (unprocessed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P752e87e5e808b9001df0d59638f75735ZV5%2BRVREYmB2&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-116157988058484428?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116157988058484428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116157988058484428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/10/sonic-stroll-i.html' title='Sonic Stroll I'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-116157959596636285</id><published>2006-10-22T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:18:52.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections - On Walking Japan</title><content type='html'>Sonic Stroll II.  Recalling a musical stroll through Japan: music from malls and stores, and street musicians, etc. (processed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=Pe7ec16a4a11a612bbf7c7210055161e8ZV5%2BRVREYmB3&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-116157959596636285?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116157959596636285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116157959596636285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/10/reflections-on-walking-japan.html' title='Reflections - On Walking Japan'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-116115819556296745</id><published>2006-10-18T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:08:40.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly A Year Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/FH000006_edited_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/FH000006_edited_1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WALDEN 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/FH000001_edited_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/FH000001_edited_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/FH000001_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/FH000003_edited_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/FH000003_edited_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/FH000002_edited_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/FH000002_edited_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/FH000003_edited.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/FH000016_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/FH000016_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/FH000022_edited.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/FH000022_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/FH000009_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COOLING WATERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OF APPROACHING WINTER&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last &lt;/span&gt;year on Thanksgiving, my family and I went on a recording stint to Concord, MA to hear Walden (and of course see it, too). Here's some pics, as I reflect - I remember that I never shared these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-116115819556296745?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116115819556296745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116115819556296745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/10/nearly-year-ago.html' title='Nearly A Year Ago'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-116115619339633230</id><published>2006-10-18T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:20:56.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERNATIONAL ROUTE 66 FESTIVAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/CarStuffMore%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/CarStuffMore%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/CarStuffMore%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/CarStuffMore%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/CarStuffMore%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/CarStuffMore%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/CarStuffMore%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/CarStuffMore%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/CarStuffMore%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/CarStuffMore%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/CarStuffMore%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/CarStuffMore%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/CarStuffMore%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;September 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great times in Springfield. Chris and Julie (first pic) tagged along as I sought answers for my burning questions about the beginnings of the car radio in the early 1920s and 1930s, the romance between the car radio and the driver, the sense of freedom that music and the road give us, etc. I meet some really cool folks (see pics) - intelligent and knowledgeable. The more I find out, the more I realize I have only begun this project. Ultimately I will complete my book and hopefully accompany it with a soundscape that resonates road culture. What would have Thoreau thought - he was awed by the sounds of the train and its signaling of unrestrained technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-116115619339633230?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116115619339633230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116115619339633230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/10/international-route-66-festival.html' title='INTERNATIONAL ROUTE 66 FESTIVAL'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-116115487152536725</id><published>2006-10-17T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:13:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled Up in Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/CarStuffMore%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/CarStuffMore%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/CarStuffMore%20070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/CarStuffMore%20070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Legendary Strip. First Cold Day&lt;/span&gt; - and of course, it is recording day. Here's one of three groups (Fall 362 ers) which took to the campus strip - with mini disc and flash recorders in hand to discover and seek out sounds for their first soundwalk/soundscape. They are picking up where the summer 2006 362ers left off. Great stuff so far. Josh and I plan to continue chronicling the sounds of the strip - forever. With SIUC located so close to the Shawnee National Forest, you never know what you might hear on the strip - a bit of urban in a natural soundscape. We will resume recording in the summer edition of 362, with intentions to create a sound installation somewhere on campus featuring life along the strip in all its sonic glory. For more photos, go to our class site, &lt;a href="http://soundpractice.blogspot.com"&gt;soundpractice.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-116115487152536725?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116115487152536725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/116115487152536725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/10/tangled-up-in-blue.html' title='Tangled Up in Blue'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-114935435875901461</id><published>2006-06-03T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:23:51.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAP Adventures in Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/June%202006%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/June%202006%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/June%202006%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/June%202006%20087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ear Sound Art &amp; Practice (RT/MUS 362) students headed off on their first soundwalk - playing with hard disk recordings for the first time. Location: the beautiful campus of Southern Illinois University nestled in the Shawnee National Forest and renowned as of late for its deer attacks on students. The students have been on several SWs since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=P576fc9d020967d52173769ad89588e58ZV5%2BRVREYmFz&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-114935435875901461?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/114935435875901461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/114935435875901461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/06/sap-adventures-in-sound.html' title='SAP Adventures in Sound'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-114935363819049794</id><published>2006-06-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:55:48.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/June%202006%20138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/June%202006%20138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/June%202006%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/June%202006%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/June%202006%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;an you hear what I hear? Come along on 362's sound adventure - listen to group 2's findings along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=Pa0ea2a9100cb9768ab1fd8db9102b54aZV5%2BRVREYmFw&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-114935363819049794?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/114935363819049794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/114935363819049794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-you-hear-what-i-hear-come-along-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-114075399972112873</id><published>2006-02-23T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:46:54.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;This entry continues the discussion on my sound survey project (first posting, 12/2/05).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;As Spring approaches, I have begun to ponder on the fresh sounds of the season. At 6 a.m., the birds gather outside my bedroom window, oblivious to my need for sleep. I begin to remember how I would sit on the porch on warm spring days with my youngest (then a baby, now 8 years old) to listen to the sounds of daybreak. I am about to identify another batch of listeners to complete my sound survey. I thought I'd take this opportunity to review some of my interesting findings along the way...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; A young Canadian woman recalled dogs barking, traffic sounds, and house and school noises from her childhood. She remembered visiting a waterfall during her sixth birthday.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The sound markers across one’s life are often rooted in the “first” impressions that arise during one’s daily journey of discovery, rather than from any critical events. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;An African-American woman who grew up to Elton John, Prince, Tears for Fears, Fleetwood Mac, and Peter Frampton, wrote: “At the time I hated it, but whenever I hear ‘Do You Feel Like I Do,’ I see my mother in her blue housecoat vacuuming and dusting around the house and singing in a horrible pitch. Not to mention the fact that I now love that song.” These are only a few of the sonic memories captured by the author’s sound survey. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;My sound survey began with a prompting exercise to initiate recall of sound events (a 30 minute listening exercise that asks participants to focus on a particular sound at a self-selected location). Participants were then asked to recall dominating soundmarks (child and adult experiences that bring back intense sound memories), as well as the specific sounds and emotions attached to those memories. Most respondents (even urbanites) reported that they enjoyed listening to rural soundscapes, such as those identified around lakes, woods, picnics, and backyards (playground, swings, etc). These natural locations often triggered memories of grandparents and parents or what might be categorized as “family” experiences. The recollection of family memories were typically positive experiences, whereas “neighborhood” memories of the sound of lawn mowers, cars, trains, and buses, and other “noises” provoked mixed emotions at times. Nearly all respondents reported a sense of continuity in their childhood residence and/or family structure. Their present sound observations noted simple sound events – every day natural and man-made sounds – that triggered family and neighborhood memories. Certain songs also triggered family and friend centered memories among several respondents. Songs, rather than sounds, for many respondents, defined their latter stage of childhood.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sound markers that emerged from respondents had little to do with nationality, but more often might be attributed to the rurality and/or urban nature of their community and a feeling of continuity and safety within one’s life (whether an individual moved; harmony within the family and community space). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If you would like to participate in this study, contact&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sonicsouper@yahoo.com"&gt; sonicsouper@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-114075399972112873?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/114075399972112873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/114075399972112873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/02/sounds-of-spring.html' title='Sounds of Spring'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-113825967097365248</id><published>2006-01-25T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:18:31.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Boundaries of Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/FH000023_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/FH000023_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="serif1"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="serif1"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="serif1"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dissonant Sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;ndustrialization produced a new type of modern noise that challenged prior ways of interpreting life through one’s sonic environment. Emily Thompson (2002, 1-2) demarcates this transition as the beginning of the “soundscape of modernity,” which ultimately created a unique culture of listening that began at the turn of the 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;The rhythmic and dissonant sounds of industrialization began to initiate reinterpretations on personal and urban spaces (Sterne 2003).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Log in the Ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the industrial revolution, consider Luigi Russolo’s &lt;i&gt;Art of Noises&lt;/i&gt; (1913) that challenged the concept of noise as one in juxtaposition to traditional classical musical performances.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the early 1900s, he performed a series of concerts using what he called Intoners or sound machines, as he attempted to incorporate the culture of industrialization into music.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He envisioned noise as the logical progression in music, as it should be expected to reflect the natural soundscapes of the era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferrington (1994b, 1) describes "a human-centered soundscape" as “one most frequently characterized by the chaotic noise of our cities or the skies above.”&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In contrast according to Feld (1990), sound is best interpreted through a “world that is full of birds and live with their sounds” which span time and space and emerge “systematically patterned” (83-84).&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sound experiences become social-political geographic events that are likely defined within personal and cultural interpretations (Forrester 2000; Schafer 1994).&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The people who live within a particular soundscape may comprise a sound sphere based on their common experiences.&lt;span class="serif1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Personal Sound Vibes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The degree to which individuals are impacted by their &lt;/span&gt;soundscapes has been only minimally investigated for its influence on their world view.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mediated voices and sounds from household television sets, for instance, contribute toward a personal sonic sphere. Sound – as words, music, ambience, physical vibrations, or subconscious impressions as it exists in rural and industrial spaces – is rarely studied for its cultural significance, especially as it relates to listener perception within mainstream and oppositional spheres of influence.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers investigating the role of urban noise pollution have attempted to define it scientifically, physically, socially, and economically, as well as document the impact of noise on health (i.e., sleep interruptions, mental health) in developed countries &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Garcia 2001; Gitlin &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;2002). &lt;/span&gt;Noise, like sound in general, is a very subjective concept that lends itself to a multitude of cultural interpretations.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Thin Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound is evolutionary, rarely revolutionary, in this sense. Along the way, noise is merely temporary dissonance that is often commoditized and perceived as a trend by those offended (&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Attali 1985)&lt;/span&gt; until it is assimilated into the mainstream and no longer perceived as a threat. What is disturbing for some listeners might provide peace and relevancy to another group. Rap music has been both an individual and cultural means of expression that has been simultaneously criticized and lauded among cultural theorists (Mitchell 2002; Rose 1994). Adam Krims (2000) argues that rap music is relevant to cultural studies and critical theories of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discussion here suggests that we push beyond "noise" assessments of rap music in the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;U.S&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Reggae, punk, and electronic music have significant identifiable audiences and often exist outside the public sonic sphere. McAdams (1993: 146) concurrently points out physical attributes of sound composition, as well as listeners’ behavioral responses, contribute toward shaping a sound event or experience within personal schemata: “Which associations are activated and which subsequent actions are taken depend on the local context.” At the end of the day, we begin to realize that music is only one consideration within the larger "noisy" sonic sphere of our lives.&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;References&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*Attali, Jacques (1985), Noise: The Political Economy of Music, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;MN&lt;/st1:state&gt;: &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Press.&lt;br /&gt;*Garcia, Amando (2001), Environmental Urban Noise, Southhampton: Computational Mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;*Gitlin, Todd (2002), Media Unlimited: How the Torrent of Images and Sounds Overwhelms Our Lives, New York: Metropolitan Books.&lt;br /&gt;*Feld, Steven (&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1990),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sound and Sentiment: Birds, Weeping, Poetics, and Song in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kaluli Expression, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;PA&lt;/st1:state&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Press.&lt;br /&gt;*Ferrington, Gary (1994b), Kids, Noise, and Orchestrating the Soundscape, Techtrends, 39 (1) (25 April 2005)&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://interact.uoregon.edu/MediaLit/wfae/readings/earlids.html"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;http://interact.uoregon.edu/MediaLit/wfae/readings/earlids.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forrester, Michael A. (2000), Auditory Perception and Sound as Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, Sound Journal (25 April 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kent.ac.uk/sdfva/sound-journal/forrester001.html"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;http://www.kent.ac.uk/sdfva/sound-journal/forrester001.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Krims, Adam (2000), Rap Music and the Poetics of Identity, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;University Press.&lt;br /&gt;*McAdams, Stephen (1993), Recognition of Sound Sources and Events, in S. McAdams &amp;amp; *Emmanuel Bigand, eds., Thinking in Sound: The Cognitive Psychology of Human Audition, New York: Oxford University Press, 146-198. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mitchell, Tony (2002), Global Noise: Rap and Hip-Hop Outside the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Middletown, CT: Wesleyan University Press.&lt;br /&gt;*Rose, Tricia (1994), Black Noise: Rap Music and Black Culture in Contemporary American, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Middletown&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;CT&lt;/st1:state&gt;: &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Wesleyan&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*Russolo, Luigi (1919). Art of Noises (translated 1986). &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;: Pendragon.&lt;br /&gt;*Schafer, R. Murray (1994), Our Sonic Environment and the Soundscape: the Tuning of the World, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Rochester&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;NY&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: Destiny Books. &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;*Sterne, Jonathan (2003), The Audible Past: Cultural Origins of Sound Reproduction, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Durham&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;NC&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: Duke University Press.&lt;br /&gt;*Thompson, Emily (2002), The Soundscape of Modernity: Architectural Acoustics and the Culture of Listening in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, 1900-1933, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;MA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: The MIT Press.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-113825967097365248?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113825967097365248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113825967097365248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2006/01/crossing-boundaries-of-noise.html' title='Crossing Boundaries of Noise'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-113394020356713168</id><published>2005-12-06T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:41:43.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mapping Out Walden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/WaldenPondMA.4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/200/WaldenPondMA.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left:     &lt;a href="http://www.mass.gov/dcr/parks/trails/WaldenPond.gif"&gt; Recent Walden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right:   &lt;a href="http://eserver.org/thoreau/survey.html"&gt;Thoreau's Map of Walden Pond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mass.gov/dcr/parks/trails/WaldenPond.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/pondmap.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/320/pondmap.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is the day that we present at the &lt;a href="http://www.nmc.org/"&gt;NMC&lt;/a&gt; Online Conference on Educational Gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue to work toward creating a Walden experience - where interactivity, nostalgia, and modernity challenge one's sonic perception. The bits and pieces are out there, but it's our mission to complete the puzzle for the ultimate sonic experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you record, you should consider what elements you'll need for your server of sonic soup. One way to do so is to organize your thoughts and sounds through mapping. Here's some background - (1) &lt;a href="http://www.icad.org/websiteV2.0/Conferences/ICAD2002/proceedings/01_AbigailJoseph.pdf"&gt;musical sound maps&lt;/a&gt; (a theoretical understanding) and/or (2) site specific sound maps (a practical application) - see below projects for ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://berlin.soundscape-fm.net/"&gt;Berlin Soundscape&lt;/a&gt; (Organization Guide - See "Sounds")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uoguelph.ca/%7Eewaterma/soundwebsite/soundwalk.html"&gt;University Soundscape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/brettbecker/soundscape/pugetsoundscape.html"&gt;Puget Soundscap&lt;/a&gt;e (click on map to hear sounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.f7sound.com/"&gt;f7 Sound&lt;/a&gt; (http://www.f7sound.com).  Check out the section on &lt;a href="http://www.f7sound.com/field-recording.htm"&gt;field recording&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Walden project has at least 5 production elements: (1) recording of sounds by project artists, (2) construction of a sound playlist (available via universal server), (3) sound input into server (participants' recordings), (4) manipulation of elements on map routes, and selection/creation of alternate routes, and (5) individual and team scenarios. Completion date is late Summer 2006, with testing in the Fall semester (with SIUC as the sonic hub). The idea is to build a sound archive and partnerhip with several universities....with the concept of Walden being a very open one. See &lt;a href="http://www.thoreausociety.org/_activities_cs_150.htm"&gt;Walden Around The World&lt;/a&gt; for a variety of persectives on the concept of Walden outside its physical location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://go.owu.edu/%7Ejbkrygie/krygier_html/krysound.html"&gt;Sound and Geographic Visualization&lt;/a&gt; (J.B. Krygier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.ubtanet.com/dinosaurlandrcd/lessonPlans.html"&gt;Sound Mapping&lt;/a&gt; (For Children, but good starter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://interact.uoregon.edu/medialit/WFAE/readings/kidsnoise.html"&gt;Kids,  Noise, and Orchestrating the Soundscape&lt;/a&gt; (Gary Ferrington)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-113394020356713168?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.walden-pond.net' title='Mapping Out Walden'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113394020356713168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113394020356713168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2005/12/mapping-out-walden.html' title='Mapping Out Walden'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-113393940063694061</id><published>2005-12-06T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:11:10.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Rain (Faster)</title><content type='html'>Computer Rain again - this time with increased tempo at same speed. The sonic elements in a digital Walden can be manipulated. It's all about mixing and manipulation to achieve the perfect sonic Walden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=Pbded33d29465df42b1048d2166e198d0ZV5%2BRVREYmNw&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&amp;amp;player=ap21" scroll="no" frameborder="0" height="20" scrolling="no" width="246"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-113393940063694061?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113393940063694061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113393940063694061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2005/12/computer-rain-faster.html' title='Computer Rain (Faster)'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-113392917375251868</id><published>2005-12-06T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T20:29:20.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm of the Keyboard 2</title><content type='html'>Here comes the computer rain. Typing on a computer keyboard creates sounds reminscent of rain for some listeners who hear urbanization and technology in the rural and natural. This sound clip is but one element in our postmodern Walden world - where the nostaglic converges into real time, and car key alarms imitate bird chirps ...and so it goes...and Thoreau's greatest hits randomly play off Ipods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=P45d42734edf93242250366514062cde0ZV5%2BRVREYmNx&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&amp;amp;player=ap21" scroll="no" frameborder="0" height="20" scrolling="no" width="246"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-113392917375251868?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113392917375251868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113392917375251868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2005/12/rhythm-of-keyboard-2_113392917375251868.html' title='Rhythm of the Keyboard 2'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-113391341055808622</id><published>2005-12-06T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:59:52.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Walk 1843</title><content type='html'>I visited the Boston area over Thanksgiving, and had the opportunity to record sound around Walden Pond. About 45 minutes from Boston, Concord had a beautiful dusting of snow on the day after Thanksgiving. No snow in Boston. The crunching of the snow underfoot against a layer of leaves was an extraordinary sonic recording experience. What else would motivate one to tour Walden in late November? Thoreau's Chapters on Sound and Solitude provided the initial spark for my interest in this area. But his Winter Walk (1843) was as relevant on this particular day as it was 162 years ago. I will post my sound recordings (and photos) soon - for now, enjoy a reading of Thoreau's Winter Walk (link on the blog title). Happy Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-113391341055808622?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/transcendentalism/authors/thoreau/winterwalk.html' title='Winter Walk 1843'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113391341055808622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113391341055808622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2005/12/winter-walk-1843.html' title='Winter Walk 1843'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-113355200520854381</id><published>2005-12-02T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:10:06.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm of the Keyboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;David Harvey (2001) calls attention toward the disappearance of clearly defined&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; urban and rural geographies – physical and social. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p:colorscheme style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#bbe0e3,#333399,#009999,#99cc00"&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Part of Sonic Walden's aim has been to understand how we remember and experience sound. I would like to take a moment to share some findings from my sound survey - 64 participants were asked to select a listening site, and then they described the site and any memories, moods, and thoughts that surfaced during this process. They maintained a journal for 10 days. About half of the students were Internationals and the other half Americans. Surprisingly, the results were about the same. When they were asked to select a listening site for this study, men chose listening spaces with machine sounds and women chose sites that were more people-oriented (perhaps out of convenience, yet the campus is located in a natural setting). Further, participants described natural settings, when directly asked to identify their favorite listening place(s). I have included a couple of journal entries that begin to illustrate how the computer is converging into our natural soundscapes - sounds glide (rather than collide) into one another within the sonic theater of our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"While I was in the computer lab today, I was transported into the woods. As I sat typing, I became aware of the hum that the computers made. This sound remarkably resembled the sound of crickets singing their nightly songs in a rural area. I began to think about fishing at my Grandfather's farm and the sound of wilderness that surrounds the area."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I heard the sound of my computer, vehicles passing by on this very quiet night. The sound of the vehicles on this empty road reminds me of the place where I came from. There, many street sellers displayed their merchandise with coconut oil lamps. This sound makes me feel peaceful and calm. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next entry - Rhythm of the Keyboard, Part 2 (computer rain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#bbe0e3,#333399,#009999,#99cc00"&gt;&lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-113355200520854381?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113355200520854381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113355200520854381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2005/12/rhythm-of-keyboard.html' title='Rhythm of the Keyboard'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-113351418567063028</id><published>2005-12-02T00:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T01:35:01.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming in Walden</title><content type='html'>Join us for an on-line educational gaming conference hosted by the &lt;a href="http://www.nmc.org"&gt;New Media Consortium&lt;/a&gt; on December 7 - 8th. I will present with Jonathan Pluskota our latest info regarding our Sonic Walden project on December 8 (1-1:45 pm CT).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-113351418567063028?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nmc.org/events/2005fall_online_conf/index.shtml' title='Gaming in Walden'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113351418567063028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113351418567063028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2005/12/gaming-in-walden_02.html' title='Gaming in Walden'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-113350676966256540</id><published>2005-12-01T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:48:11.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porch 2 - Sonic Utopia?</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Front Porch - a listening space within a small community in southern Illinois and framed by the Shawnee National Forest. This rural soundscape is a mix of neighborhood and natural environmental sounds...that means a dash of leaves, wind, dogs, chimes, crickets, cars, whispers, walking, etc....to create a unique perspective of Walden. Change around the elements and you get a totally different interpretation. That's the idea! Walden is a personal space. Simply record a variety of sounds and mix and match until you create a sonicgraph of your listening space. Then swap sounds with a friend - and then with other friends - and record in a variety of settings during road trips to morning hikes - and weave your sounds into a sonic utopia. You'll be surprised how certain sounds trigger memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.audioblog.com/playweb?audioid=P3eae6560911c2f6a812a9a479b5a12bfZV5%2BRVREYmN3&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;gateway=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audioblog.com%2Fplaylist&amp;amp;player=ap21" frameborder="0" width="246" scrolling="no" height="20" scroll="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-113350676966256540?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113350676966256540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113350676966256540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2005/12/porch-2-sonic-utopia.html' title='Porch 2 - Sonic Utopia?'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-113147726917712678</id><published>2005-11-08T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:22:03.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing The Front Porch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/CornNeil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/200/CornNeil.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo from &lt;a href="http://www.planetearthplayscapes.com/soundscape.html"&gt;EarthPlay Projects&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Cornell University)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The wind chimes on my porch are a conscious effort to avoid silence – when they stop, the world seems to open up into a larger space. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can hear the cars swishing down the street, the bird songs are given prominence, and I hear the thicknesss of the rushing wind and the swirling of the fallen leaves – all actors in my nostalgic scripting of my sonic space….It is the difference between silence and solitude that fascinates me – along with many sound artists and writers…Silence, in reality, can never be accomplished (&lt;a href="http://interglacial.com/%7Esburke/stuff/cage_433.html"&gt;Cage&lt;/a&gt; gave evidence of that). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thoreau pointed out that solitude can be a state of mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Margaret Fuller let us hear silence through women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a society, we can silence individuals…and in reality that means not listening to them, not hearing them, ignoring their contributions – and that is essentially what Fuller was concerned with – silenced women in the midst of a vastness of untamed aurality. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She sought silence and sound in the solitude of wilderness.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our own personal sound spaces – and these combine to create nostalgic sonic spheres – personal and social (the latter being a sort of sound culture).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So just listen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Close your eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do you remember as you hear your surroundings? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The sound of a flag pole can trigger powerful memories to many individuals. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Can you hear the clanging on the pole?&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What sounds come to your mind – as you listen in your own personal sonic space? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What is your daily soundscape?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What are the soundscapes in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18708206-113147726917712678?l=sonicwalden.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113147726917712678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18708206/posts/default/113147726917712678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonicwalden.blogspot.com/2005/11/hearing-front-porch.html' title='Hearing The Front Porch'/><author><name>Phylis Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01500714089565662487'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18708206.post-113146778932201274</id><published>2005-11-08T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:28:34.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modernity in Walden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/1600/rrtrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4009/616/200/rrtrain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="xpalettetable" style="width: 130px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Modernity” Sounds of &lt;i style=""&gt;Walden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Thoreau’s cabin was nestled among the woods less than one quarter mile away from the Fitchburg Railroad stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The train crossed near the southern tip of the pond, and its morning arrival was often cloaked by its own billowing clouds of smoke and the woods that stood between society and Thoreau: “I watch the passage of the morning cars with the same feeling that I do the rising of the sun, which is hardly more regular” (Thoreau, 1854, “Sounds”).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Thoreau was influenced by the philosophical convergence of spiritually and materiality, which for him began with his Unitarian upbringing and prospered through time spent with mentor Ralph Waldo Emerson. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Thoreau’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Walden&lt;/i&gt; was a spiritual journey through sound and silence and his means toward greater introspection&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(Lambdin, 1969; Sherman, 1950).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The aural passage of Thoreau’s “train” travels between an inner and outer sanctuary called &lt;/span&gt;Walden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, a proximity juxtaposed by the sounds of modernity and nature with a revelatory translation into a Divine language, which he exclaims with words of praise, fear, and wonder through his writings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The railroad (in all its word forms) is mentioned 55 times by Thoreau in &lt;i style=""&gt;Walden&lt;/i&gt;, and the majority of these references are found in the first three chapters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The train whistle glides through the acoustical realm on one occasion; another time it is a crude iron beast that dominates the soundscape.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Perhaps it is the change in atmospheric pressure that accentuates the whistle for Thoreau, for that is a common meteorological phenomenon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or perhaps, it is Thoreau’s perspective that evolves and devolves as he contemplates meaning from his observations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So it is not surprising that sound has the potential to promote both assimilation and alienation to a listener in a moment. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The tumultuous expansion of the railways around Europe and the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; set the stage for mass efficiencies in production. Thoreau foreshadowed the significance of this second industrial age that would begin around 1870. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;For two years, Thoreau lived near &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Walden Pond&lt;/st1:place&gt;, a 62-acre pond with partly wooded shores.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The area stretches into nearby &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Concord&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/st1:state&gt;, and it is approximately 15 miles west of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Boston&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Thoreau sensed not the absolute liberation that Walden might ideally provide him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a power that emanated from the “iron horse” that raced swiftly across towns and countryside, with little consideration to sonic boundaries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It announced its presence as a fearless and untamed beast unaware of any allegiance to its creator: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;When I meet the engine with its train of cars moving off with planetary motion- or, rather, like a comet, for the beholder knows not if with that velocity and with that direction it will ever revisit this system, since its orbit does not look like a returning curve - with its steam cloud like a banner streaming behind in golden and silver wreaths, like many a downy cloud which I have seen, high in the heavens, unfolding its masses to the light - as if this traveling demigod, this cloud- compeller, would ere long take the sunset sky for the livery of his train; when I hear the iron horse make the bills echo with his snort like thunder, shaking the earth with his feet, and breathing fire and smoke from his nostrils… (Thoreau, 1856, “Sounds”)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;It is interesting that Thoreau’s discussion of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Fitchburg&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; train is heavily concentrated in the chapter, &lt;i style=""&gt;Sound.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nature and machine inevitably became part of one sonicscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Experience the Train - photo (above) and sounds from:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyberbee.com/henryhikes/movies/fitchburg.mov" target="_parent"&gt;http://www.cyberbee.com/henryhikes/movies/fitchburg.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyberbee.com/henryhikes/movies/trainsound.mov" target="_parent"&gt;http://www.cyberbee.com/henryhikes/movies/trainsound.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in series - "Crossing the Boundaries of Noise...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Online resources are available regarding the works of Thoreau, Fuller, and a host of new environmental artists and researchers through&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.walden.org/"&gt;The Walden Woods Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;(founded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;in 1990  by Don Henley).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; 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