Donald Trump explaining to reporters the “hoax” of climate change (photograph by Kenny Holston for The New York Times)
https://www.nytimes.com/2026/02/12/climate/trump-epa-greenhouse-gases-climate-change.html
A place to exercise ideas before writing about them with greater discipline.
Donald Trump explaining to reporters the “hoax” of climate change (photograph by Kenny Holston for The New York Times)
https://www.nytimes.com/2026/02/12/climate/trump-epa-greenhouse-gases-climate-change.html
At this late period in my life, I realize that I have begun to lose count of the number of narratives I have encountered based on the biography of J. Robert Oppenheimer. These have included at least one television series, performances of Doctor Atomic by both the San Francisco Opera and the Metropolitan Opera, and the documentary The Day After Trinity. Yesterday I allowed my curiosity to get the better of me, and I went over to AMC Metreon 16 to see the IMAX projection of Oppenheimer.
First impressions: Most of the film involves the ways in which those associated with the creation of the atom bomb engaged among each other, mostly in small groups for the sake of problem-solving and testing. Such encounters, along with those involving the title character’s love life and family life, were not well served by the enormity of the IMAX screen. That format was selected to provide a more realistic account of the Trinity detonation of the first atomic bomb, and there was no faulting the efficacy of the projection when it came to both sight and sound. This accounted for a relatively small fraction of the entire narrative, but the experience was such that one might be willing to forgive the tail wagging the dog.
Nevertheless, that is a pretty strong “might.” Ultimately, the film delves into the complexity of Oppenheimer’s personality that is far more extensive than any previous account of the narrative. Furthermore, unlike most of the previous accounts, the narrative does not end with the Trinity detonation. Having documented Oppenheimer’s rise and triumph, the film continues into his fall into contentious encounters with the Washington bureaucracy, which ultimately led to the loss of his security clearance on grounds that he was a threat to the defense of the United States.
In that context it would be fair to say that Oppenheimer actually consists of two “origin” narratives. The first is the more familiar: how we “got the bomb” before any other country did. The second is about the emergence of the Cold War and the impact it had throughout the culture of our country, with particular attention to the academic world. Those of my generation saw the end of the Cold War as a promise for a better life on a global scale, rather than just in the United States. Instead, we now have to deal with conditions that seem to be even more sinister and on a broader global scale.
Thus, I found that, while watching Oppenheimer I tried to keep my spirits up by focusing on the little things. There is one post-Trinity episode that may have affected me far more dearly than any other part of the film. In the narrative of the film, it was the last episode involving Oppenheimer and Albert Einstein. It took place when Einstein was walking home from the Institute for Advanced Study. He was always joined on those walks by Kurt Gödel, who may be the most accomplished individual in the discipline of mathematical logic. Sure enough, Gödel was there in the cast listing (even if his back was to the camera for the entire scene). If he was addressed by name, it was an instant that went by like lightning.
Nevertheless, it reawakened an old memory of Einstein’s life. It concerned two researchers at the Bell Telephone Laboratory in Murray Hill, who had gotten stuck on a thorny problem. They were able to arrange a meeting with Einstein to address this issue, since it involved only driving from Murray Hill to Princeton. The meeting lasting an entire afternoon. As it grew dark, the Bell researchers offered to drive Einstein to his home. Einstein replied, “No thank you. I always walk home with Kurt Gödel. You know, he is the only man I know that can give a logical reason why Eisenhower should be President!”
The screen may have been enormous, but it was all the little things that sustained my attention throughout the Oppenheimer narrative.
Poster design for this month’s Lunar Landscapes program (from the Eventbrite event page)
My guess is that those that have been following Eleonor Sandresky’s Lunar Landscapes concerts have been confronted with a barrage of unfamiliar names for the full moons that appear during different months of the year. This month, however, the name of the full moon being celebrated is likely to be very well known to at least some readers, even if they are limited to those of my generation. That familiarity is due to Jack Norworth, who wrote the lyrics for “Shine On, Harvest Moon.” The music was written by Norworth’s wife, Nora Bayes; and the song was first performed as part of the 1908 Ziegfeld Follies. I took some comfort from the Wikipedia page for this song, since it listed a new recording made as recently as 2017 by the indie folk singer-songwriter Mree.
As usual, Sandresky will take a more adventurous approach to the music prepared to celebrate the Harvest Moon. Her guest artist will be composer Mary Jane Leach, whose approach to composition is based on how different acoustic properties interact with the space in which they sound. She is particularly interested in difference, combination, and interference tones, each of which involves the emergence of a tone other than the ones sounded by the performers. These phenomena are familiar to those with a basic understanding of acoustics; but The New Yorker was so impressed by Leach’s work that they described it as an “acoustic ‘Through the Looking Glass.’” Leach’s music will be preceded by the music of Philip Glass and followed by one of Sandresky’s own compositions.
The performance will begin at 6 p.m. (Pacific Time) on Wednesday, October 20. Admission is $10, and payment can be processed through an Eventbrite event page. Once the processing is complete, electronic mail will be sent providing the URL for connection to the video stream of this performance. Subscriptions are also available as part of membership, with membership fees of $5, $10, and $15 per month.
Cover of the album being discussed (from its Amazon.com Web page)
A familiar anecdote in theoretical physics has to do with one of its most imaginative researchers, Wolfgang Pauli. One of Pauli’s friends presented him with a paper by a young physicist for evaluation. The paper was so badly reasoned and written that Pauli encapsulated his judgment in a single sentence: “It is not even wrong.” (This seems to be the “original version” of the story. I have also heard it attributed to Enrico Fermi interrupting a physics thesis defense at the University of Chicago.)
This encapsulates my reaction to last month’s release on Signum Classics of Lim Fantasy of Companionship, composed by Manu Marin. The title is named after the Singaporean surgeon Susan Lim, who has shifted her attention to a topic she calls “Future of Companionship,” investigating the beneficial impact of robots as a new generation of caregivers. The selections on this new album were originally conceived as songs for a proposed musical, but almost all of the tracks involve piano and orchestra. The pianist is Tedd Joselson, and the ensemble is the London Symphony Orchestra conducted by Arthur Fagen.
The good news is that the entire album is only slightly longer than half an hour. The bad news is that the schmaltz is so thick that even the casual listener may have to schedule an appointment with a cardiologist. The fact is that anyone that follows the SYFY Wire Web site is well aware that no end of quality fiction, movies, and television series have explored myriad aspects of companionship involving humans and sentient robots in far greater depth than this flimsy musical composition. For my own part, I acquired enough battle scars during the debates over consciousness that unfolded during the pre-Internet days of Usenet to know sheer twaddle when I encounter it. I have definitely encountered it on the Lim Fantasy of Companionship album.
Before harmony can evolve, the role of music itself must evolve. Otherwise we will simply be replaying an earlier scenario with minor, “cosmetic” changes in the details.
In this paper I shall report the results of some statistical analyses of Ruggles’s melodic lines, carried out with the aid of a computer.
Figures often beguile me, particularly when I have the arranging of them myself; in which case the remark attributed to Disraeli would often apply with justice and force: “There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.”
To err is human, but to really foul things up you need a computer.
“META Meta + Hodos” represented an attempt to organize certain ideas first presented in Meta + Hodos in 1961, incorporating insights and revision that have emerged since then. The writing was initially motivated by the desire to provide an outline of my ideas and terminology for use by students in a class in formal perception and analysis at the California Institute of the Arts.
There is not, in general, a one-to-one correspondence between musical and acoustical parameters.
I argue that from 1770 to 1830, the animated statue was not only a figure of spectatorial engagement—as an object shaped like a human body, inviting aesthetic attention from the human body, and curing a corresponding animation within the human body—but also a means of understanding the relation of human senses to the self and to the very matters and materials of the fine arts.
It is in the music of Vincenzo Bellini that we may hear the speech-like song … in its purest form. This declamation is most evident in Bellini’s early operas and was identified immediately by startled spectators, who (for reasons that should now be clear) called the style “philosophical.” His operas for La Scala bear a number of strong family resemblances to the first essays in melodramatic opera, Through large portions of Il pirata (1827) and La straniera (1829), Bellini employed vocal lines that were so austere and so resolutely speech-like that one contemporary critic wondered whether they should be called canto declamato (spoken song) or declamazione cantata (sung speech). An emphasis on “the rhythms of the spoken word” resulted in brief lyric portions that eschewed ornamentation and repetition, taking their melodic forms directly from the verse …. Perhaps more striking, though, are the fluid musical forms that play host to this song. Bellinian “numbers” like Gualtiero’s aria in act 1 of Il pirata feature a continuous texture, devoid of extended ritornelli but defined instead by a constant interchange between accompanied recitative, arioso, and orchestral gesture; a single number might encompass dozens of tiny shifts of character, tempo, and key, and a few larger ones. (John Rosselli called this music “startlingly Wagnerian.”)