Sat, 04 Apr 2026 01:43:01 +0200 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/ en-EN contact@hearthis.at contact@hearthis.at https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/ https://img.hearthis.at/0/0/4/_/uploads/4385130/image_user/w1400_h1400_q70_ptrue_v2_----cropped_27bb7931eed759f1924dbd78231b6bf7pytchblend400x400.jpeg no no https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-stitchingtime/ 1444313 no no Wed, 07 Jun 2017 18:27:00 +0200 2017-06-07T18:27:00+02:00 2:50 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-dnaa/
Are we not drawn onward to new era, we few?
Don't nod.
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
Evil I did dwell, lewd did I live.
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
Don't nod.
We few, are we not drawn onward to new era?
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In Mar-2016 Scientists at the Venter Institute and Synthetic Genomics.designed and constructed the world's first synthetic lifeform "Mycoplasma Laboratorium". This minimal bacterial cell (JCVI-syn3.0) contained just 473 genes... The cell had four hidden watermarks:
* Html script which read to a browser as text congratulates the decoder with an email link (mroqstiz@jcvi.org) to click to prove the decoding.
* A list of authors and a quote from James Joyce: "To live to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life".
* More authors and a quote from Robert Oppenheimer (uncredited): "See things not as they are, but as they might be".
* Yet more authors and a quote from Richard Feynman: "What I cannot build, I cannot understand".

More: http://www.jcvi.org/cms/press/press-releases/full-text/article/first-minimal-synthetic-bacterial-cell-designed-and-constructed-by-scientists-at-venter-institute-an/

What is Synthetic Biology (12-page PDF): http://etcgroup.org/sites/www.etcgroup.org/files/files/synbio_comics-complete_letter_size_rev.pdf

Posters!: http://www.synbiowatch.org/curricula-and-educational-resources-on-synthetic-biology/]]>
Are we not drawn onward to new era, we few?
Don't nod.
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
Evil I did dwell, lewd did I live.
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
Don't nod.
We few, are we not drawn onward to new era?
======================================
In Mar-2016 Scientists at the Venter Institute and Synthetic Genomics.designed and constructed the world's first synthetic lifeform "Mycoplasma Laboratorium". This minimal bacterial cell (JCVI-syn3.0) contained just 473 genes... The cell had four hidden watermarks:
* Html script which read to a browser as text congratulates the decoder with an email link (mroqstiz@jcvi.org) to click to prove the decoding.
* A list of authors and a quote from James Joyce: "To live to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life".
* More authors and a quote from Robert Oppenheimer (uncredited): "See things not as they are, but as they might be".
* Yet more authors and a quote from Richard Feynman: "What I cannot build, I cannot understand".

More: http://www.jcvi.org/cms/press/press-releases/full-text/article/first-minimal-synthetic-bacterial-cell-designed-and-constructed-by-scientists-at-venter-institute-an/

What is Synthetic Biology (12-page PDF): http://etcgroup.org/sites/www.etcgroup.org/files/files/synbio_comics-complete_letter_size_rev.pdf

Posters!: http://www.synbiowatch.org/curricula-and-educational-resources-on-synthetic-biology/]]> 1444315 no no Wed, 18 Jan 2017 22:19:31 +0100 2017-01-18T22:19:31+01:00 3:28 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/mirk-a-dank-dark-halloween-visitation/ ...a dank, dark Halloween visitation
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There's something there. Something in the background that I can't quite make it out. It's been there for days, just out of reach. Fleeting and darting. I can't quite focus. I sense it; following me... an inconsiderate something; Sickening and woeful.

So I wait. I wait resigned, I watch and gulp Looking over my shoulder, looking all around. through slitted eyes, I struggle to make out a form, its form. There's depth, height and breadth and as I look, take notice, they disperse wide and vanish to nothing. I see a shadow; an atrocious shadow that slithers along. I can't see what I feel. It feels strong. Face it, I tell myself. Face It. The glimpse of an angry eye, maybe? A staring pointed eye, a hollow circle that... that is a mouth of decaying teeth? Thoughts undermine me while I silently curse its haggard loose decaying corrupted form. It oozes cruel, malicious guilt while I feel an abysmal distress; I am worthlessly pained with disgust. Hard-hearted and filthy, I weaken. Like me, it too watches and waits. Wary and hurtful, it undermines me. Take me in your arms. Me and it spinning and twirling through pirouettes. My gruesome dishevelled call is you. That wicked dismal breath, frightful and haggard that jealous grave, we are. We are. We be.]]> ...a dank, dark Halloween visitation
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There's something there. Something in the background that I can't quite make it out. It's been there for days, just out of reach. Fleeting and darting. I can't quite focus. I sense it; following me... an inconsiderate something; Sickening and woeful.

So I wait. I wait resigned, I watch and gulp Looking over my shoulder, looking all around. through slitted eyes, I struggle to make out a form, its form. There's depth, height and breadth and as I look, take notice, they disperse wide and vanish to nothing. I see a shadow; an atrocious shadow that slithers along. I can't see what I feel. It feels strong. Face it, I tell myself. Face It. The glimpse of an angry eye, maybe? A staring pointed eye, a hollow circle that... that is a mouth of decaying teeth? Thoughts undermine me while I silently curse its haggard loose decaying corrupted form. It oozes cruel, malicious guilt while I feel an abysmal distress; I am worthlessly pained with disgust. Hard-hearted and filthy, I weaken. Like me, it too watches and waits. Wary and hurtful, it undermines me. Take me in your arms. Me and it spinning and twirling through pirouettes. My gruesome dishevelled call is you. That wicked dismal breath, frightful and haggard that jealous grave, we are. We are. We be.]]> 1076436 no no Mon, 17 Oct 2016 22:41:21 +0200 2016-10-17T22:41:21+02:00 3:12 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-bone/
Image - a 7 million year old Sahelanthropus skull known as Toumaï - "hope of life".

Please leave a comment ]]>
Image - a 7 million year old Sahelanthropus skull known as Toumaï - "hope of life".

Please leave a comment ]]> 996806 no no Fri, 15 Apr 2016 14:42:47 +0200 2016-04-15T14:42:47+02:00 2:03 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-tripianonavet-flebile-httpswwwyoutubecomwatchviddmlpeqbau/
version vidéo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDdmLpEqBaU]]>
version vidéo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDdmLpEqBaU]]> 1444317 no no Fri, 21 Oct 2016 23:18:33 +0200 2016-10-21T23:18:33+02:00 1:37 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-viamaris/
The bead pictured is now in the Moesgaard Museum in Denmark. It was found in a grave dating to about 3400 years ago.

Please leave a comment.]]>
The bead pictured is now in the Moesgaard Museum in Denmark. It was found in a grave dating to about 3400 years ago.

Please leave a comment.]]> 1444319 no no Tue, 13 Sep 2016 10:04:39 +0200 2016-09-13T10:04:39+02:00 2:26 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-pytchblend-youtubeuuyhtiblf6i/
Join me on the journey into the heart of etherCore.

This is the audio for my youtube channel's new visitors. please leave a comment! https://youtu.be/uUyhTIBLF6I]]>
Join me on the journey into the heart of etherCore.

This is the audio for my youtube channel's new visitors. please leave a comment! https://youtu.be/uUyhTIBLF6I]]> 996807 no no Sun, 06 Mar 2016 21:23:29 +0100 2016-03-06T21:23:29+01:00 1:34 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/after-j-f-sebastian/
Hearing a click of a key at the door
my heartbeat's steps stop.
The shadows in and out of each other
chunner to themselves.
Unsure, I wait in mourning.

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Hearing a click of a key at the door
my heartbeat's steps stop.
The shadows in and out of each other
chunner to themselves.
Unsure, I wait in mourning.

]]> 996802 no no Mon, 11 Jul 2016 15:18:38 +0200 2016-07-11T15:18:38+02:00 4:49 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-ephemeralgold-ft-yawha/ Vocal on last two verses courtesy of Éanna Butler @YaWha

Languid she lay, on the kelp now a drying.
Ashore on the sandbank, her fate there was waiting.
Once soft salty-scales, now brittle and weathered,
Sintered dry eyes, half-closed and tethered.
Where dost thou go for escape.

The sunset, the glimmer, a long-ago time,
salt-bleached and wanting, her aspect sublime.
Shriveled and wrinkled from the rip of the wave,
no solace there, as her pale lips did fade.
Where dost thou go for escape.

Through tears on the sand, she awoke; his arrival.
They spoke with their minds, of their love, it's survival
Of past times explaining the flow of the whole,
did her voice without words stressing feelings of woe.
For her there was no escape.

In sacking he wrapped her, sea water he pored,
carried the bundle from shipwreck to shore.
Her begging demeanor pulled him tight with care,
she breathing no gasps of the fresh cool clean air.
Where do they go for escape.

An aspect of wonder her eyes did relate,
a tale of the deep seas, of troubles and hate.
She told of the reef and the seamen who drowned,
of how they became cursed by the charm of her sound.
For them there was no escape.

The waves that were summoned tipped ships and their crew,
down to the depths of the dark blacky-blue.
Where huge pearls are kept by the king of the water,
the sailor he swam to the kings only daughter.
For them there was no escape.

The palace, he entered in search of his prize,
courtiers awaiting, all turned their dark eyes.
The mermaid for marriage, her hand he did crave,
the dowry his soul and a watery grave.
For her there was no escape.

The mermaid imprisoned, she quietly wept,
asleep on the sand, his heart still and kept.
She wanted to take him far from the sea,
yet in her bright heart it wasn't to be.
Where do they go for escape, their escape.

Stocktaking his future, the sea out of reach,
she now walks on two legs, so dry was the beach.
Salt water avoided, her tail won't awaken,
He has her to hold, the Sea king's forsaken.
They'd found their perfect escape.]]> Vocal on last two verses courtesy of Éanna Butler @YaWha

Languid she lay, on the kelp now a drying.
Ashore on the sandbank, her fate there was waiting.
Once soft salty-scales, now brittle and weathered,
Sintered dry eyes, half-closed and tethered.
Where dost thou go for escape.

The sunset, the glimmer, a long-ago time,
salt-bleached and wanting, her aspect sublime.
Shriveled and wrinkled from the rip of the wave,
no solace there, as her pale lips did fade.
Where dost thou go for escape.

Through tears on the sand, she awoke; his arrival.
They spoke with their minds, of their love, it's survival
Of past times explaining the flow of the whole,
did her voice without words stressing feelings of woe.
For her there was no escape.

In sacking he wrapped her, sea water he pored,
carried the bundle from shipwreck to shore.
Her begging demeanor pulled him tight with care,
she breathing no gasps of the fresh cool clean air.
Where do they go for escape.

An aspect of wonder her eyes did relate,
a tale of the deep seas, of troubles and hate.
She told of the reef and the seamen who drowned,
of how they became cursed by the charm of her sound.
For them there was no escape.

The waves that were summoned tipped ships and their crew,
down to the depths of the dark blacky-blue.
Where huge pearls are kept by the king of the water,
the sailor he swam to the kings only daughter.
For them there was no escape.

The palace, he entered in search of his prize,
courtiers awaiting, all turned their dark eyes.
The mermaid for marriage, her hand he did crave,
the dowry his soul and a watery grave.
For her there was no escape.

The mermaid imprisoned, she quietly wept,
asleep on the sand, his heart still and kept.
She wanted to take him far from the sea,
yet in her bright heart it wasn't to be.
Where do they go for escape, their escape.

Stocktaking his future, the sea out of reach,
she now walks on two legs, so dry was the beach.
Salt water avoided, her tail won't awaken,
He has her to hold, the Sea king's forsaken.
They'd found their perfect escape.]]> 996804 no no Wed, 25 May 2016 09:41:03 +0200 2016-05-25T09:41:03+02:00 5:28 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-with-bissecta-de-kinsme-bbb4/ @kinsame]]> @kinsame]]> 1076435 no no Fri, 21 Oct 2016 17:30:08 +0200 2016-10-21T17:30:08+02:00 4:31 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-commissure-anfhrst-wwwyoutubecomwatchvuq7triopkko/
video version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQ7TrIOPkKo

please comment]]>
video version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQ7TrIOPkKo

please comment]]> 996808 no no Tue, 01 Mar 2016 22:10:09 +0100 2016-03-01T22:10:09+01:00 3:35 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-lone/

Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1

His hand was hard and dry, and with a sort of innocent enthusiasm, her red mouth stretched. Jolly well.
The handle of his sheath knife. Whacked, doped.
With a mouthful of saliva, he put down his coffee. Drunk; shouting and cursing. A long experience.
‘Someone will make trouble; I would have made trouble.’
Was it time to change the subject?
Being unhappy, the warmth of being right.
Wide.
She switched on the phone, shook her head.

It might as well been a different planet, walking towards the gate, she frowned. Was she hungry? ‘Perhaps we should go.’ The telephone rang.
She drank and began to cry; dangerous.
On the door, poisoned even, the hiss of an individual breath, miles away. A dangerous business; he stopped breathing. List the tasks.
Sitting by the window, you love him.

A shadow on your face.
‘You should go.’
His voice was soft, tentative, (well brought up), and this British girl with her honourable scars; her face might have softened, but that was off-limits, it was quiet, horribly quiet. Caught his eye.
‘Careful with yourself.’

He doubled up. Her skirt was splashed with fresh blood, the air was dirty.
‘Be careful, take your shoes off. Truth or self-delusion, your eyes are unreadable. Wanted to see you.’
He picked up the receiver, the wooden face; it was too dangerous. Big shining, a cloth black face, and the black grease, the black grease and the yellow ochre, he passed out. And the telephone rang.

His face turned slack with horror. He felt the pressure.
Despite her protest, the telephone twittered in his pocket and the yellow glare.
His feet seemed to vanish.

‘Turn the radio off, get out of the way.’
It was the beginnings of confidence, and swiftly down the stairs, realising with a shrinking heart that he'd forgotten about the telephone, the salty wind, the incoherent mass and inside came the odd moaning. A huge grey wave of a spidery black figure lost it tremor and went completely quiet. And leaning against the windows for support he could feel the warmth of her beside him.

We're trying not to drown in the ugly noises. And the luminous noise, the huge numbing pain he tried to shout.
‘Please! Nothing to do with blood.’
‘It could be good to have somebody waiting for you.’
She scrutinized his face.
‘Where were you?’

One drop of blood.
There was a short silence. Facing an uphill struggle, questions about his decision, it was too deeply instilled. I stepped forwards, I pulled together the stands, still half hoping. I had a fleeting memory of a long time ago, a sound of footsteps in the hall, and I glanced from on to the other... ]]>

Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1

His hand was hard and dry, and with a sort of innocent enthusiasm, her red mouth stretched. Jolly well.
The handle of his sheath knife. Whacked, doped.
With a mouthful of saliva, he put down his coffee. Drunk; shouting and cursing. A long experience.
‘Someone will make trouble; I would have made trouble.’
Was it time to change the subject?
Being unhappy, the warmth of being right.
Wide.
She switched on the phone, shook her head.

It might as well been a different planet, walking towards the gate, she frowned. Was she hungry? ‘Perhaps we should go.’ The telephone rang.
She drank and began to cry; dangerous.
On the door, poisoned even, the hiss of an individual breath, miles away. A dangerous business; he stopped breathing. List the tasks.
Sitting by the window, you love him.

A shadow on your face.
‘You should go.’
His voice was soft, tentative, (well brought up), and this British girl with her honourable scars; her face might have softened, but that was off-limits, it was quiet, horribly quiet. Caught his eye.
‘Careful with yourself.’

He doubled up. Her skirt was splashed with fresh blood, the air was dirty.
‘Be careful, take your shoes off. Truth or self-delusion, your eyes are unreadable. Wanted to see you.’
He picked up the receiver, the wooden face; it was too dangerous. Big shining, a cloth black face, and the black grease, the black grease and the yellow ochre, he passed out. And the telephone rang.

His face turned slack with horror. He felt the pressure.
Despite her protest, the telephone twittered in his pocket and the yellow glare.
His feet seemed to vanish.

‘Turn the radio off, get out of the way.’
It was the beginnings of confidence, and swiftly down the stairs, realising with a shrinking heart that he'd forgotten about the telephone, the salty wind, the incoherent mass and inside came the odd moaning. A huge grey wave of a spidery black figure lost it tremor and went completely quiet. And leaning against the windows for support he could feel the warmth of her beside him.

We're trying not to drown in the ugly noises. And the luminous noise, the huge numbing pain he tried to shout.
‘Please! Nothing to do with blood.’
‘It could be good to have somebody waiting for you.’
She scrutinized his face.
‘Where were you?’

One drop of blood.
There was a short silence. Facing an uphill struggle, questions about his decision, it was too deeply instilled. I stepped forwards, I pulled together the stands, still half hoping. I had a fleeting memory of a long time ago, a sound of footsteps in the hall, and I glanced from on to the other... ]]> 996810 no no Fri, 17 Jul 2015 16:37:56 +0200 2015-07-17T16:37:56+02:00 5:55 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-nogrip-intermde/
Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1]]>
Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1]]> 996813 no no Sat, 03 Jan 2015 16:46:43 +0100 2015-01-03T16:46:43+01:00 1:07 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-breathless/ 1444312 no no Mon, 26 Jun 2017 23:39:29 +0200 2017-06-26T23:39:29+02:00 2:35 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-pressurevalve-disquiet0244/
Rhythm and bass created from clicks in the first 20 seconds of “The Station and the Underclass,” performed by the Phonetic Orchestra, released on the Insub. netlabel based in Geneva.

Drone created from first 20 seconds of “Cloud Scissors” composed by Lo Wei; performed by Cristián Alvear, Santiago Astaburuaga, Gudinni Cortina, and Rolando Hernández

Guitar created from first 20 seconds of “Zraerza,” performed by Geeksha Beka and Berio Molina.

More on this 244th weekly Disquiet Junto project — “Combine tracks from three different European netlabels (Portugal, Spain, Switzerland) into one sonic union” — at: http://disquiet.com/0244/
More on the Disquiet Junto at: http://disquiet.com/junto/
Subscribe to project announcements here: http://tinyletter.com/disquiet-junto/
Project discussion takes place on llllllll.co: http://llllllll.co/t/disquiet-junto-project-0244-euro-mixin/4361
There’s also on a Junto Slack. Send your email address to twitter.com/disquiet for Slack inclusion.

Image associated with this project is by Thomas, used via Flickr and a Creative Commons license: flic.kr/p/92xKFZ

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Rhythm and bass created from clicks in the first 20 seconds of “The Station and the Underclass,” performed by the Phonetic Orchestra, released on the Insub. netlabel based in Geneva.

Drone created from first 20 seconds of “Cloud Scissors” composed by Lo Wei; performed by Cristián Alvear, Santiago Astaburuaga, Gudinni Cortina, and Rolando Hernández

Guitar created from first 20 seconds of “Zraerza,” performed by Geeksha Beka and Berio Molina.

More on this 244th weekly Disquiet Junto project — “Combine tracks from three different European netlabels (Portugal, Spain, Switzerland) into one sonic union” — at: http://disquiet.com/0244/
More on the Disquiet Junto at: http://disquiet.com/junto/
Subscribe to project announcements here: http://tinyletter.com/disquiet-junto/
Project discussion takes place on llllllll.co: http://llllllll.co/t/disquiet-junto-project-0244-euro-mixin/4361
There’s also on a Junto Slack. Send your email address to twitter.com/disquiet for Slack inclusion.

Image associated with this project is by Thomas, used via Flickr and a Creative Commons license: flic.kr/p/92xKFZ

]]> 1444322 no no Sat, 03 Sep 2016 11:56:56 +0200 2016-09-03T11:56:56+02:00 2:07 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-impend-reveille/
Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1
Please leave a comment.]]>
Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1
Please leave a comment.]]> 996812 no no Fri, 20 Mar 2015 21:54:30 +0100 2015-03-20T21:54:30+01:00 2:04 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-constant-ostinato/ 996803 no no Mon, 13 Jun 2016 14:58:20 +0200 2016-06-13T14:58:20+02:00 4:36 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-phantasie-rhapsody/ please leave a comment.]]> please leave a comment.]]> 996809 no no Mon, 16 Nov 2015 23:01:23 +0100 2015-11-16T23:01:23+01:00 1:54 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-arclight-diegesis/
Here's a neat remix by @DaStern https://soundcloud.com/hex0n/al001wav

Please leave a comment.]]>
Here's a neat remix by @DaStern https://soundcloud.com/hex0n/al001wav

Please leave a comment.]]> 996811 no no Mon, 25 May 2015 18:09:07 +0200 2015-05-25T18:09:07+02:00 2:01 https://hearthis.at/pytchblend/pytchblend-longdistance/
Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1

"The phone began to ring, a foreign village on the far side of the world. 'Stupid woman', he said -- the language had a sort of authority,
It pleased him about telling me, half-by blood hands.
He stressed the photograph on the wall, cartoon-like in his mind then kissed her velvet-soft red lips stretched with enthusiasm hard and dry."

Please leave a comment.]]>
Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1

"The phone began to ring, a foreign village on the far side of the world. 'Stupid woman', he said -- the language had a sort of authority,
It pleased him about telling me, half-by blood hands.
He stressed the photograph on the wall, cartoon-like in his mind then kissed her velvet-soft red lips stretched with enthusiasm hard and dry."

Please leave a comment.]]> 996814 no no Wed, 24 Dec 2014 12:33:57 +0100 2014-12-24T12:33:57+01:00 2:51