Nels Cline and Devin Sarno - Buried on Bunker Hill

At long last, I was able to find a digital copy of this glorious collaborative album between guitar god Nels Cline and noise god Devin Sarno.

Enjoy.

Pixels are digitized representation of a small portion of reality, existing as a color created by a program that finds the correct color that goes with the corresponding six number and letter code.

Attempting to shape the world through these is futile. It is like trying to accurately explain taste through metaphor--although, with talent, one can nearly encompass the entirety of a taste, like a pixelated image, one can never fully reach its borders and trace such a taste verbatim.

After experiencing these past few days in 80% wilderness, I find reality nearly impossible for human beings to entirely explain. We'll come across highly accurate explanations of the slow path of giant cosmic behemoths, we'll enjoy reading a portrait of modern man. But we, humanity, will never fully understand anything.

Until our brains or senses, quite possibly both, advance to a higher stage of evolutionary development, our grasp of the universe will be a slippery one, as if our hands are drenched in the oils that our own bodies produce.

I've always thought it was miserable that we take the supposed best and brightest in society, charge them up to $60,000 a year in fees, then put them to work for four years on producing busywork that no one -- not them, not their profs, not other scholars -- actually wants to read. Might as well get them to spend four years carving detailed models of ships from sweet potatoes (and then bury the potatoes).
-Cory Doctorow

Quite right. This excerpt is from a blog post of his regarding the dispute between a programming student and his professor about his professor giving him a failing grade in the course for posting his program online for everyone else to read and learn from.

Here. Pretty cool stuff.