Tuesday 21st February 2006

synesthesia

occasionally i'll look sequentially at carefully patterned ink on piles of paper held together with glue at one common edge. occasionally i'll shine a laser onto spinning plastic and metal disks and turn the reflection into sound and hear it.

whenever i do either i create some sort of meaning from the sensory input.

occasionally i'll do both simultaneously and the meaning gets all tangled in my head so that later when i encounter the patterns of one i'll inevitably recall the other without regard for its relevance at that particular time.


i have brilliant examples, roughly sorted by date read:

jurassic park: jon secada
2001 series: lost world soundtrack
the rama series: u2
the stand: nirvana
1984: the cranberries
atonement: fischerspooner
the dark tower series: in various places, out of africa soundtrack, future sound of london, beck, bad company, moby


and the input is not necessarily linked to books and music. it could as easily be location and music, and often is, viz.:

my honeymoon: muse
the dormitory in which i spent my fourth year of college: audioslave
the shitty basement apartment where i spent the first third of my fifth: the flaming lips
the road: always beck, always to the dismay of my wife



since i have you here, i feel the need to direct your attention to the most powerful weapon in my geek arsenal. oh how i love to analyze data, and, in the process, to be analyzed.


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8 comments

[+] Comment by turqois

"dismay"? more like cold-hearted fury.

 
[+] Comment by mAtt

more like no-hearted fury.

 
[+] Comment by turqois
 
[+] Comment by mAtt

radical.

 
[+] Comment by aragorn23

When I hear Counting Crows: Ross.
REM/Radiohead: riding in my 1978 Jeep Wagoneer
1984: my step-mother's fury
fisherspooner: walking to my office

 
[+] Comment by slut

Oh, so it looks like I should add my own examples, too, just like aragorn23. I know a lot of music that takes me back to various memories over the last 10 years, mostly.

Cranberries: Having sex with two Thai prostitutes on the 5th floor of a Bangkok "massage" parlour while a 3rd rubs cooling oil all over my body and I eat a Subway sandwich.

The Eagles: Having sex with two Thai prostitutes on the 5th floor of a Bangkok "massage" parlour while a 3rd rubs cooling oil all over my body and I eat a Subway sandwich.

Backstreet Boys: Having sex with two Thai prostitutes on the 5th floor of a Bangkok "massage" parlour while a 3rd rubs cooling oil all over my body and I eat a Subway sandwich.

Frank Sinatra: Having sex with two Thai prostitutes on the 5th floor of a Bangkok "massage" parlour while a 3rd rubs cooling oil all over my body and I eat a Subway sandwich.

Black Eyed-Peas: Having sex with two Thai prostitutes on the 5th floor of a Bangkok "massage" parlour while a 3rd rubs cooling oil all over my body and I eat a Subway sandwich.

Aerosmith: Having sex with two Thai prostitutes on the 5th floor of a Bangkok "massage" parlour while a 3rd rubs cooling oil all over my body and I eat a Subway sandwich.

Ah, the completely different memories at completely different times of my life. Thanks for letting me share.

 
[+] Comment by mAtt

i'm sure we're all enlightened and challenged by your unique experiences, and i for one wish to subscribe to your newsletter.

in related news i just got my first google hit for 'Having sex with two Thai prostitutes on the 5th floor of a Bangkok "massage" parlour while a 3rd rubs cooling oil all over my body and I eat a Subway sandwich'. true story. made-up story.

 
[+] Comment by hbot3000

In reference to the random quote on the side: Why does Albert Einstein hate America?

Also, BKS, you ignorant slut. But seriously, why a sandwich and the sex? I would think that you would want to focus on one or the other. Having said that, I laughed quite heartily at your comment. I can see your experiences in Bangkok are many and varied.

I once did an experiment in high school after I had read that smell was tied to memory where Brandon F. and I wafted lemon scent under our noses while studying for and then taking a biology test. What's funny is that when I smell lemons now, I remember doing that experiment with Brandon, but not any of the information I was trying to memorize for the test.

Oh, and my list:

Def Leppard: Study for biology in High School
Pet Shop boys – Discography – Playing Tie Fighter on Friday nights freshman year of college.
U2 – Actung Baby – studying in college, driving my roommates crazy
Eels – Staying up all night finish a paper in college and having Matt be mad when his alarm went off because he thought I was playing a trick when I should be going to bed when the reality was it really was 7 am and I really was still sitting and studying in the exact same spot.
Enigma – Camp. For that matter, waaaay too much of my music collection reminds me of camp.
Daft Punk – Nathan. Because I borrowed his headphones and didn't get why he liked it and now I do.

 

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