Alterati: The GSpot- The Inside Look at the Outside Culture

19 Nocturne Boulevard – The Rookie

Joseph Matheny — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:10:35 +0000

In a very dark (and possibly very near) future, masked serial killers roam the halls of an industrial apartment complex – complete with their own fan clubs and Saturday morning cartoon shows.

Cover art by Brett Coulstock
Music by PeerGynt Lobogris (also available on Jamendo).

Also: Bingo the Birthday Clown, Episode 1

the smallWorld: Back in a BIG way!

Joseph Matheny — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:24:51 +0000

Hello! I’m back!

Yep, after nearly two years the Small World is back in action.

We just heard an excerpt from The H.P. Lovecraft Literary Podcast (http://www.hppodcraft.com), which is actually an excerpt from H.P. Lovecraft’s short story, The Picture in the House.

Chris Lackey and Chad Fifer are the host of the H.P. Lovecraft Literary Podcast and we’ll talk with them shortly. But before we talk with Chris and Chad I’m going to very quickly bring you up to speed with what I’ve been up to.

Back in late 2007 the Small World website was hacked. Hacked so badly that I had to nuke the entire database and start from scratch. That really took the wind out of my sails because starting from scratch meant updating the site with 496 shows.

And to be completely honest, I was more than a little burnt out. I had produced nearly 500 shows and the workload was taking it’s tole on me. I had to arrange the interview. do the interviews and then produce three shows a week. And remember, this is a labor of love, not a paying gig.

So when my site was hacked it was the final straw.

Since then I’ve been producing a show called Solipsistic Nation, where I play the best of all genres of electronic music. Along with playing great music I also interview people from the electronic music community: musicians, record labels, festival organizers, etc.

If NPR produced had an electronic music show then it would sound a lot like Solipsistic Nation.

Producing Solipsistic Nation is a lot of fun but I’ve always had that itch ti interview people about things that fascinate me that have nothing to do with electronic music. When Joe Matheny suggested that I archive the Small World on Alterati I thought it would be a perfect time to re-launch the Small World on a twice a month basis, which is a workload I can handle.

You’re probably asking yourself: what the hell is Alterati?

Alterati is like a word that you don’t know the exact definition of but you know what it means. Rather than try to explain Alterati to you right now, we’ll talk to Joseph Matheny, Alterati’s founder, on the next show and have him explain it.

So… let’s get to today’s show.

As I mentioned, our guests are Chris Lackey and Chad Fifer. Chris and Chad produce the H.P. Lovecraft Literary Podcast and H.P. Lovecraft was a science fiction slash horror writer who died in 1937.

You may or may not know Lovecraft but his writings have had an amazing impact on popular culture: from movies and comics like Hellboy to bands like Metallica and Black Sabbath. He’s also had a profound impact on writers like Stephen King, Jorge Luis Borges and Neil Gaiman.

The H.P. Lovecraft Literary Podcast treats the work of Lovecraft with a deft touch. Each week features excerpts from one of Lovecraft’s stories accompanied with insightful and often hilarious commentary from Chris and Chad.

Today’s incidental music was provided by Veil of Thorns with the track “The Reflection” from their album, Necrofuturist. You can hear more of their Necrofuturistic music at http://www.veilofthorns.com

We’re going to keep with the funnier side of H.P. Lovecraft and close the show with a bit from Smart Bomb Radio with “Cthulhu Is My Co-pilot” and Tom Smith’s “Cthulhu Fthagn.”

Smart Bomb Radio can be found at http://www.myspace.com/smartbombradio and Tom Smith can be found at http://www.tomsmithonline.com

You can reach me at smallworldpodcast@gmail.com or follow me on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/smallworld

PromEvil – part 4 “Dance the Night Away!”

Joseph Matheny — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 14:45:05 +0000

See who lives, who dies, and who finds romance at the Polk High prom, in this, the final installment…

Also including a sneak preview of our new series, Bingo the Birthday Clown (debuting 11/3)

Enjoy, and please stick around at the end to hear about our special bonus offer! And our MANY thanks to those who have already donated!!!

Music Links:
Sinkhole
Incompetech.com

The GSpot: Kristopher Young- Another Sky

Joseph Matheny — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 14:14:44 +0000

Joseph Matheny in conversation with Kristopher Young of Another Sky talking about the exciting new model of “pay what you can” for works of fine modern literature. Also another In Your Ear, reviewing Sundown Lounge, the podzine.

No homegrown music this week, just some more blatantly ripped off semi-commercial stuff.

Kristopher Young was born in 1974 with roots in Philadelphia and New York City. He moved to Portland, Oregon in 2004 to focus on his writing.

His background is diverse; he’s vegan, is trained in branding and scarification, put himself through school designing databases and has a Master’s Degree in Media Ecology (the impact of mass communication on society) from New York University.

Kristopher founded Another Sky Press in 2005 and continues to play a significant role as chief editor. Click was his debut novel.

Bay mix of the “Miami” song by LMFAO.

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PromEvil – part 3 “What a doll!”

Joseph Matheny — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 21:11:11 +0000

Trapped in Polk High with some kind of murderer, Hal, Lyn, Gee (and all the rest) must fight for survival!!

Find out who’s doing the killing!

Enjoy, and please stick around at the end to hear about our special bonus offer!

Music Links:
Sinkhole
Incompetech.com

In case you missed it:

PromEvil 1: http://media.libsyn.com/media/nineteennocturne/19Noc_PromEvil1_podcast.mp3
PromEvil 2: http://media.libsyn.com/media/nineteennocturne/19Noc_PromEvil2_podcast.mp3

R.I.P. Mac Tonnies

Joseph Matheny — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 18:10:03 +0000

Former sTaRe contributor and early sTaRe Network participant, Mac Tonnies has passed away. Mac was found dead in his apartment on Thursday. He was a Fortean researcher that you could actually stand to be around. He will be missed.

Links and picture from: http://www.ballardian.com/rip-mac-tonnies

Here’s an interview that Jason did with Mac for Alterati- They Came from … Earth? An Interview With Mac Tonnies

Mac’s blog, Posthuman Blues
Mac’s Twitter stream
Mac’s last interview on Coast to Coast

19 Nocturne Boulevard – PromEvil – part 2

Joseph Matheny — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 14:58:41 +0000

Part 2: “Ins and Outs”

Will Hal and Lyn ever run into each other? Will Todd find his true love?Will Barb ever shut up?…. Enjoy, and please stick around at the end to hear about our special bonus offer!

Music Links:

Sinkhole

Incompetech.com

The GSpot:Chris Arkenberg

Joseph Matheny — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 14:05:53 +0000

Joseph Matheny in conversation with Chris Arkenberg about everything from the future to music and technology.All music provided by N8UR (Chris Arkenberg)

Babylon System
Nude Dressed
SmiteDemDub

BIO: Chris Arkenberg is a strategic researcher and futurist watching for patterns at the intersection of human culture and technology. He’s currently working as a visiting researcher at the Institute for the Future in Palo Alto, Ca., where he’s researching the emergent field of Brain Computer Interface for the Institute’s 2009 Technology Horizons program. He did undergrad in psychobiology at UCSC, then worked a 2yr stint at Gateways metaphysical bookstore, followed by a 10-year stretch working 3D & management for Adobe Systems, Inc.

On the side, he’s an electronic music producer under the moniker N8UR, while also enjoying and engaging his local community in Santa Cruz, Ca. His blog is URBEINGRECORDED .

Quaint Media and Today’s Memetic Ecology

wesunruh — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 17:51:46 +0000

This report begins where Gary Goldhammer begins, by stating that all media is social. The struggle today is between this notion of traditional, even quaint, media and convergence culture’s interactive narrative across a transmedia platform built for modular exposure of storytelling elements. Quaint media then is media that remains tied into a single point of access – when I use the term quaint media, think painting, newspapers, radio, broadcast television, puppetry, theater, and film – although we can go all the way back to telegraph, printing press, cuneiform tablets, herms and other statuary if you’d like. More important to this report is the juxtaposition between quaint media and transmedia, a much more useful starting point than ‘new media’ and ‘old media’ that offers little beyond starting debates about where to draw a line between the two.

Read the complete text of this report over at SloppyUnruh.

19 Nocturne Boulevard – PromEvil, part 1 of 4

Joseph Matheny — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 21:59:32 +0000

[Part 1 of 4] 19 Nocturne Boulevard and Wheeality Productions presents our very first “audio movie”!

PromEvil takes you to that most horrifying of places – HIGH SCHOOL. On prom night, naturally. And something horrible is about to come out of the woodshop, and we don’t mean Hal in his school mascot costume….

Enjoy, and please stick around at the end to hear about our special bonus offer!

We Live In Public

Joseph Matheny — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 19:06:39 +0000

Rather prophetic statements by Josh Harris, love him or hate him, but the Internet has largely become yet another steaming pile of former potential, digested, converted and shat out by the human condition. Documentary movie website.

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Colton Harris-Moore

Joseph Matheny — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 22:23:40 +0000

09-09-09 (2:38 pm PST) Was just notified by one of the owners of the the Facebook page that it has just been restored after being suspended most of the day by Facebook without proper explanation.

Colton Harris-Moore took this self-portrait, found on a stolen digital camera and provided Tuesday by the Island County Sheriff’s Office, in July 2009. Harris-Moore, 18, is suspected in about 50 burglary cases since he slipped away from a halfway house in April 2008.

The saga is beginning to feel like something out of the movie “Catch Me If You Can,” as Harris-Moore keeps finding new ways to embarrass police by slipping through their grasp.

The 18-year-old typically breaks into businesses or unoccupied vacation homes, lies down on the couch and then dashes into the woods if confronted. He earned himself the nickname of “the barefoot burglar” by committing some of his crimes without wearing shoes.

But authorities say the case has taken on a dangerous new dimension now that Harris-Moore is apparently joyriding in small aircraft.

Read the full story here.

Added 09-09: Anyone know why the Facebook group below, with 5,000+ members at last look last night has vanished this morning? *First hint that it was a Facebook smackdown
Confirmed, it was a Facebook smackdown.

Colton Harris-Moore Facebook fans

The Pirate Bay Relocates to a Nuclear Bunker

Joseph Matheny — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 23:25:56 +0000

The Pirate Bay is going on a road trip through Europe, one they hope to end today in a former NATO bunker. After a move from Sweden to the Ukraine, The Pirate Bay has now arrived at CyberBunker, an ISP that can provide them with a facility that can resist a nuclear attack as well as electromagnetic pulse bombs. STORY

…A Man Leaves Town.

wesunruh — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 02:22:47 +0000

…A Man Leaves Town.

A Yellow Sign Tale

Wes Unruh

Lucy whipped the batter. “My arm’s sore!”

“Just a little bit longer, dear,” Mother said. “Until there’s no more
clumps.”

A box of cake mix and a can of diet coke mixed together, no egg, no water
or oil. That’s not the way it said to do it on the box, but it was the way Mother did it, so today it was the way she got to do it. Her arm hurt. “Look there’s no more clumps can I stop now?”

Mother checked the batter. “Go ahead, pour it in the pan.”

The oven was on, it was hot in the kitchen. Jeremy sat at the counter,
elbows akimbo, right knee bracing the back of his psp. Squeals, vrooshing,
and incessant techno-industrial background sound made Lucy say, “Turn
that down! Go in the living room!” She was perched in front of the oven
door, staring through the heat-shielded tinting at the baking pan slowly rising.

“What are you playing anyway?”

“You wouldn’t like it. I’m taking over the world.” Jeremy said, voice cracking.

“Tonight’s going to be Missionary Moc again, this is the last night he’s in
town.” Father spoke from the bathroom. “He’s headed back overseas tomorrow
morning.”

“So soon?” Mother said. “I couldn’t imagine living in the wild like that.”
She was reading a magazine, something about Healthy Living, or Clean
Houses, something with lots of ads. “Imagine having to actually hunt
things?”

“He’s doing God’s work, there’s a whole community out there and he’s a
central part of it all. Met with him at the Men’s Meeting, last night.”

“How’d that go?”

“Oh, you know.” The toilet flushed. “He did okay at the valley, we
matched them and then some, the elders were all fine with that. Gave a
fine testimonial too, on the efficacy of working hand in hand with the government
in the area. They’re connected fairly well as far as security, even.”

The door opened, Jeremy looked up briefly to watch Father step out of the
bathroom.

“Mommy! The cake is done!” Lucy rocks back and forth on her heels
when she’s excited, now she’s tugging at the front of the oven. “It’s at the
top of the pan!”

“Jeremy, put that game away and start getting ready for church. Lucy,
I’ll help you with the frosting.” Mother kissed Father on the cheek. “We’ll
be ready to go in an hour.”

An hour and a half later they pulled up into the church parking lot.

“Hello friends!” A white-haired, pink faced man squirreled through the
crowd and shook Father’s hand. “And how are you little girl?” He rubbed his
thumb across Lucy’s chin.

“It’s a great night for God, ain’t that great?”

“I made you a cake! I made it with diet coke!” Lucy said. “Mother
helped me frost it.”

“I have heard so much about the struggles the Lord has placed on your
path.” Mother said, shaking the man’s hand. “This is our daughter, Lucy.”

“Pleased to meet you Lucy, don’t feel like you gotta give me any money
at the love offering later!” Straightening up, the man introduced himself. “I’m
Joel M. Moc – no k. Just a c there if you look me up. I’ve got to say I’m
happy to see all of you come out on this Sunday evening. See this here’s
not just the work of the Lord, it’s a civic service I supply, I provide, I do not
believe you have the chance to say no to the Lord’s will, not you fine yes,
fine upstanding Christian folk like you!” He paused, winked, and shook Father’s
hand one final time. “I left all of the Elders the solution with instructions,
and it was a pleasure meeting with you and the other men.”

“Solution?” Mother asked after Missionary Moc started talking to the
Freeburg family standing behind them. “What are the Elders discussing?”

“I’ll tell you after the service, but it has to do with the new Eden.” Father
replied. “We’re starting our own new Eden right down in the valley next
quarter if God has His way.” The family moved through the foyer and into
the cavernous congregation hall. “We should sit in front of the sound booth
in case I need to jump up and help the guys with the audio visual portion of
his presentation.”

The sanctuary was lined with candles and statues of each of the apostles,
most of which retained small plaques with bible verses and the apostle’s
name. High above the pews, the vaulted ceiling seemed to scatter the
light from the inlaid gold filigree worked into the beams that supported the
roof. Lucy always found herself staring upward imagining the prayers getting
angled together and shot up to God’s ear from the steeple high above.

Tonight the church was fully illuminated, although sometimes they’d have
candlelight services and the candelabra on the alter in front of the podium
would be filled with twinkling LED lights. Father said they used to use candles,
but LEDs worked just as well and weren’t as dangerous.
Evening services always started a little late, and tonight was no exception.
Jeremy Batesom, the youth pastor, led the congregation in a few
songs with his guitar, then Missionary Moc took the lectern and prayed.

“God, we thank you for allowing us to gather here tonight in your honor, that
we might spread your light to the darkest, blackest places on this wonderful
world you’ve created.” The lights dimmed, a digital projector displayed a
windows start-up screen on the projector screen, and Missionary Moc began
to speak.

“Let me give you a little bit about my life so far, so you know how I got to
where I am. First I was born, okay, and then I grew up.” Polite laughter
from the congregation. “I went to school and then on to Miskatonic University,
just over five thousand students, four years… do you think I learned a
heck of a lot?” Missionary Moc clapped his hands together. “In my four years
living in Essex County, Massachusetts?”

“You learned how to drink beer.” Youth pastor Jeremy spoke up from the
front pew.

“I learned how to drink beer!” Missionary Moc pointed. “I learned how to
chase women.. actually I knew that before I got there, but.. I didn’t learn a
whole heck of a lot of anything, when I went to college. I learned most of
the wrong things. I was just another hungry ghost who believed that if you
couldn’t blind them with brilliance you had to baffle them with bull.

“That’s when I met Doctor Sheffield, actually at that point he was working on his
PhD, in the last years of writing his dissertation, and he had already been in
contact with the tribe I now work on today, and who I was here raising
money for last week. He’s the one, he is the guy who convinced me to
pursue a divinity degree there, at MU, and as a result I’m here before you
today. Now you may be asking how a biological scientist brought religion
into all this, but bear in mind Sheffield is both a medical doctor and a professor,
although he is more of a professor in theory now, published and discussed,
rather than pestered by students for class time. He is intent on
recreating the garden, and the entities that once lived there, the garden of
Eden, there in Genesis, as it is written. That’s the true new temple, the
only way paved through the bible back to godhood. He has the road-map,
he’s finding the way back to the source, where trees grew a different fruit
each month, where serpents spoke, flew, and walked on four legs. A tree
where fruit granted immortality, and could transmit information – all of this is
possible, he says, and our work is making it happen!”

Missionary Moc paused. “Imagine, this perfect place, rebuilt will be the
new hanging garden, the new Tower of Babel, the new temple, done right
and pleasing this time to the Lord! And we will reap the harvest. We already
have, I’ve brought back the precursors here for the new communion
for sinners. Just think, about them, these people who have but do not give,
who know but don’t show, they don’t tell, they sit silently beside each other
and do not preach when they are in the world. You know them, you even
work with them. Silence is enslavement to sin, God says, and I say it too.”

An image appeared of the strange looking creatures and tribesmen following
them, scraping at fibers hanging down from the animals tails. “Last
week a child sought to distract me from the Lord’s message. A child named
Sammy, who’s parents haven’t made tithe in three years but who had in his
hands a gaming device made from just this kind of rare earth elements, imported
from some godless communist regime, a gaming device his parents
purchased rather than make tithe. Sammy spoke out asking if these animals
really do eat their poop – and they do. They do, but only the first time
around, hardly as disturbing as some of the stuff your house cat might
cough up on the kitchen floor in your own home. Interrupting me during
service just to distract attention from my message wasn’t Sammy’s sin, his
sin was much, much deeper than that. I want you to open your bibles to
the Old Testament.” Missionary Moc toyed with the remote he held, advancing
the slide to a bible verse. “And understand what I mean when I say we
were saving evil men from themselves, we are saving sinners from themselves.
The government was going to slaughter the tribes in the jungle,
those who stood in the way of the industry there, and without Dr. Sheffield’s
injections those men would have died, killed by the government’s counter-insurgency force. Instead, they were changed,
brought into harmony with this new world we’re building together. We can
bring that injection, that salvation to others.

“Turning now to Malachi chapter two, I want you to look at verse three,
where the Lord says ‘Lo, I am pushing away before you the seed, And have
scattered dung before your faces, Dung of your festivals, And it hath taken
you away with it..’ it hath taken you away with it.. Are we allowing our festivals
to leave our faces smeared with poop, poop like little Sammy down in
the valley producing nothing, their family can afford new phones but do
they, does the church itself, the church in the valley, ever reach its tithe
mark? You, this, here, the shining Church on the Hill has always gone
above and beyond the tithe marks. It’s no different in the emerging
churches, the raising of prophets continues and to do that there must be
tithe.”

He swung his palm flat against the book, making a slapping sound. “Do
you run out of kleenex, toilet paper, and paper towels at the same time?
You know it’s true! God works in mysterious ways, he’s the invisible hand
and he strokes us at the most intimate levels. When you do not tithe, God
cannot repay you with interest! If you don’t invest in God, don’t expect him
to invest in you! Stop speculating on Satan’s stocks!

“Deep does God’s invisible hand reach, into the very slipstream of your
plastic lives! And you all know it, know it well. You live lives powered by
plastics, by lithium, by terbium, dysprosium, yttrium, thulium, and lutetium,
and we import all of it from a communist, a godless, godless communist regime
over there in China, or we find it in other hostile environments, and
we’ve been giving our money to them instead of to God. Admit it, some of
you have gone out and paid for an upgrade instead of tithed? How many of
you have gone to the movies, or spent your God money on donuts before
Sunday School in the church’s cafeteria? I spoke at the Mens Meeting
last night, and we know how many people there are in the valley who don’t
make tithe as of the census, and we also know that tithing here on the Hill, while
much more reasonably close to the mark, still falls two tenths of one percent
below the true income levels in this community. I come here to ask for
your love offering, but like Paul I come also to rebuke you. God needs your
money! And I’ll tell you how your money can, if you invest in God, bring to
fruition the life work of Doctor Sheffield, the new Eden. The Llama-II resource,
the perfect animal which creates the rare earth. No longer will your
children’s hard-earned chore money go to purchasing plastics and rare
earth elements from foreign, Godless regimes… these creatures of the
new Eden have a secondary anus which secretes bio-genetically engineered
dysprosium, yttrium, thulium, and lutetium, along with base filaments
of gold.”

“These tribes, lost in darkness, have allowed themselves to be confused
by the shadows of nature that surround them, they’ve become afraid and
overwhelmed by it all, and subscribe to witchcraft and superstition to ward
off death, or for success in harvest, in hunting, or to heal disease, even to kill. We all know what a whore witness is, and if you turn to the appendices in your
bibles, Mortiis chapter thirteen, where we read ‘..she can’t relate to suffering
because she has never suffered–she longs to taste suffering and
death, and can’t get enough of it in the form of testimony of others. She is
called the witness, she who finds fascination and delight in the destruction
of flesh.’ And we know that surrounding her are women who practice
witchcraft and magic, who revel in tales of gothic horror, grisly murder,
these are shades, specters who seek to tie us down to the things of the
world, not things of the Lord. These are the forces aligned against our
work with the tribes. And if you turn back to the Old Testament…” Missionary
Moc flipped to the middle of his copy on the podium.

Missionary Moc cleared his throat. “Last Bible verse, I promise, then
we’re done with the book for a bit, but I want to turn lastly here to Nahum
3:6, ‘And I have cast upon thee abominations, And dishonoured thee, and
made thee as a sight.’ We cannot allow sin to continue in a community,
and thankfully we no longer need stand by, the Lord has seen fit to provide
a new way to change the hearts and minds of others.

“Chance favors a prepared mind God always said, and in the field I’ve found that dictum serves one well.” The slides on the projector showed a
smiling white-haired man sitting with a group of children. “Dr. Sheffield
knew that the cure was the disease, and it’s only growing worse. Tonight
you all will have a chance to contribute to the final love offering before I
leave town.” There was more, but Lucy had stopped listening. She
thought the children in the photo looked scared, and wondered why.

After the service was over, there was dessert. The cake she had baked
and frosted sat on a white table with twenty or so other assorted cakes,
pies, and platters of cookies. While the adults stood around and talked the
children milled about eating cake, pie, large spoonfuls of ice cream. Video
games appeared from pockets, cell phones and text messages, cameras,
iPods, other gadgets appearing through the crowd that filled the dining hall
in the church basement.

By the time Father rounded Lucy and Jeremy up to lead them back to
the car, Lucy felt a little sick from the sweet stuff she’d been eating all night.
She dozed in and out of consciousness on the way home, while Father explained
to Mother about Dr. Sheffield’s transformational vaccine for sin in
the coming new Eden.

Immanence of Myth introduction on RS

Joseph Matheny — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 18:17:00 +0000

“James Curcio is currently collecting submissions for an anthology entitled The Immanence of Myth (click the following link for submission guidelines). In the article below (a version of the anthology’s introduction), he lays out the ideas that will frame the anthology — particularly concerning the evolving role of mythology in our post-industrial, highly technologized, capitalist society.”

Read the full article now from Reality Sandwich.