The shape of what isn't there

My hippie rant image.

You know us hippies -- we like nothing more than pondering the imponderable -- preferably in the evening with candles and music. So here we go.

A long time ago, I had a good friend who was a music composer. One day I asked him about a perception I experienced while listening to music. It seemed to me that some composers wrote a sort of stealth music, where the true melody wasn't played. Instead it was described by the music that was played. I thought I heard the music dance around a hidden melody, hinting at it without revealing it. Finding it, hearing it, seemed to be up to the listener. He just looked at me like I was nuts.

I love stuff like this

Photo credit: NY Times

You have to see this story in the NY Times today about a guy who paints squashed gum on sidewalks. I think it's great when people do things like this. Reminds me of the guy who carves the lead in pencil tips. Another treasure.

The photo I posted is from the article. There's not much more there in the way of images, but there are a few. Check it out. Truly, I think this sort of art is amazing.