Leniv's blog

vendredi, mai 16, 2008

c'est le moment d'aller prendre l'air...

demain départ sur le terrain pour 15j de carto sur Le Mont Dore et le Puy de Sancy



et j'enchaine par 1 semaine d'hydro à Montpellier

retour au bercail le 9 juin

ça va faire du bien après cette fin d'année chargée entre les copies d'exams et les mémoires, les réponses à appels d'offre et les réunions dont une profil de poste hier... sedimentologues et petrologues du metam préparez et envoyez vos cv, les postes sortent le 29 ou 30 mai et après ça va aller très vite... et je suis dans la commission...

Olivier

mardi, mai 13, 2008

Vampire Weekend covering Radiohead


Vampire Weekend - Exit Music (For a film)

record battu...

mais dans le mauvais sens... hier lundi de pentecote classé rouge sur les routes, j'ai mis 6h15 pour faire beauvais rennes! ça avait déjà eté long à pâques presque 6 h!

en temps normal ça varie entre 3h30 et 4h!!

jeudi, mai 08, 2008

red bottles



ça me rappelle quelque chose! les miennes elles sont grises...

Oliv

c'est dur de décrocher...

je pensais réussir à décrocher et faire une pause pendant mes 10j en Bretagne mais j'ai été rattrapé par mon succès, on vient de me demander de faire une review d'un article. vous pourriez me dire t'avais qu'à pas lire tes emails!

"Bonjour,

je suis 'Associate editor' pour le Geochemical Journal. Vous étiez recommandé comme reviewer du papier : Oxidative ...
Author(s): M. B. and A. K.
Je voudrais vous demander si vous acceptez de faire ce review?

Je vous joints ci-joint l'article et aussi le "referee form". Si vous êtes d'accord, faites-moi signe, s'il vous plaît. "


donc me voilà à reviewer un article d'un membre de mon jury de thèse... l'allemand qui m'avait posé des questions sur la lune!

et comme il m'a fait une review élogieuse en décembre
"This is a very nice contribution. The experiments and analytical
procedures are of high quality and very convincing and so is the
discussion/interpretation of the data. Therefore, I most strongly recommend that this manuscript is published in Chemical Geology!
I only have one suggestion for a very short addition: ...
But I emphasize: this is a nice paper that should definitely be
published!"

je me trouve "piéger"... à mon tour donc...

voilà comment les réseaux se forment... à moi donc de faire en sorte qu'ils prospèrent...

Oliv en vacances ou plutôt pas au boulot

jeudi, mai 01, 2008

Two Minutes and 42 Seconds

après les discussions sur la meilleur chanson d'un album la 7? la 5? voilà une interview de Joshua Allen qui "montré" qu'une popsong parfaite fait 2min 42sec... tout ça est bien subjectif pour un scientifique, je vous laisse lire...

"Two Minutes and 42 Seconds in Heaven

How many horn solos does it take to kill a perfect pop song? JOSHUA ALLEN applies science and taste to determine the exact best length—down to the second—for the platonic song, including a full mix tape of samples.
I am a very busy and important man. I don’t need to tell you this. The shit I have to deal with every day would make your pubes turn white. Check it: While dictating that last sentence I did something complicated in Excel and pleasured my ex-wife the way that makes her cry and call her mother. OK?

Terrific. Point is, I’m all about maximum efficiency. E.g., I use “e.g.” instead of for example. It’s just faster, and classier.

I schedule 35 minutes a day for recreation. That’s all I need to refresh myself from the rigors of punching holes through the guts of this world. Recreation typically consists of lifting something heavy or posting a new sonnet to my blog. But sometimes I want to unwind with a fine carafe of Popov and some good tunes on the hi-fi. I yearn to—in the words of Boston—lose myself in a familiar song, close my eyes, and slip awaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Here’s the problem: “More Than a Feeling” is four minutes and 47 fucking seconds long. I don’t have time for that kind of nonsense. That’s, like, one-seventh of my recreation right there.

Don’t get me wrong, slugger. I love “More Than a Feeling.” Those who don’t are your basic a-holes. But it’s like: We get it. The riff, the handclaps, the 10,000 multi-tracked guitars—nice. But then there’s another verse and another chorus and infinity more solos and just a really ridiculous amount of balderdash.

My scientists told me that the perfect song length had to be closer to three minutes than two, but definitely shorter than three minutes. Three minutes is where bloat starts to set in. I know what you’re thinking. You’re just that transparent. You’re thinking: “B-b-but you need time to let the song work its magic! You gotta soak in it! You need to ride those waves of pleasure again and again, climbing to the absolute climax at 3:39 when—just when you think the song can’t get any more intense—the singer takes that note even higher and you are transported to blah, blah, blah,” and I stop listening.

C’mon, cousin. Boston could’ve easily transported you to wherever you needed to go in two and a half minutes. Your world would be rocked just as thoroughly—but in half the time.

This epiph launched a whole in-depth study on the ideal song length. The research was privately funded by an organization that shall remain nameless but rhymes with Schmustin Schmimberlake, Ltd.

My starting assumption: I knew the best songs were short and to the point. But exactly how short and how pointed?

There is such a thing as too short, of course. Songs that just take up space there on the LP, a fragment that no one bothered to make work, or, God forbid, a mood piece or studio experiment or some other variety of half-assery. No, what I needed were full-fledged songs—intro, verses, choruses, solos, maybe even a breakdown.

My scientists told me that the perfect song length had to be closer to three minutes than two, but definitely shorter than three minutes. Three minutes is where bloat starts to set in. Where the band thinks: Hey, let’s do the chorus seven times. Hey, let’s give the saxophone guy a real moment to shine on this one. Hey, let’s add another bridge.

Just look at what clocks in between two and a half and three minutes: “Mr. Tambourine Man,” “We Got the Beat,” “Boys Don’t Cry,” “Hot Fun in the Summertime,” “Good Times Bad Times,” “I Would Die 4 U,” “Paranoid,” “Blowin’ in the Wind,” “Debaser,” “God Only Knows,” and “Fall on Me.” These are not only stone-cold classics but they also encapsulate all that is great about the band without wasting your goddamn time.

The scientists then dug up this song by a group that pretty much defines one-hit wonder: the La’s. The song is “There She Goes,” and is so flawless that it instantly made everything else the band did pointless. This ditty is two minutes and 42 seconds, and is all about songwriting economy.

I listened to it and said, in my rich and sonorous timbre, in my typically concise and absolutely-nailing-it fashion: “Here is a song that has everything I need and nothing I don’t.”

The main riff acts as the intro. The verses are the chorus. The solo is 100 percent fat-free and leads right into a tidy bridge. And then we’re back where we started. It’s like some ingenious IKEA futon or Japanese love hotel where every component is doing double-duty. When “There She Goes” is over, I guarantee absolutely no one in the room goes: “Jesus, finally.”

I’d hit upon the perfect song length. I fist-bumped somebody.

What else is at 2:42? “Don’t Do Me Like That” by Tom Petty. “Divine Hammer” by the Breeders. “Helplessly Hoping” by Crosby, Stills & Nash. “Get Up” by R.E.M. “California Dreamin’” by the Mamas & the Papas. “This Charming Man” by the Smiths.

You need more proof? Jerk. Let’s look at Sgt. Pepper. “Lovely Rita” is two minutes, 42 seconds. It delivers that psychedelic vibe and a coda but then gets the hell out of your life.

Compare that to “With a Little Help From My Friends.” It’s a mere two seconds longer but feels like it drags on for hours. Maybe it’s Ringo, maybe it’s the tedious melody—or maybe it’s the two goddamn seconds.

Then over here we have “Good Morning Good Morning,” rightfully discarded by the masses as a throwaway. Why? Two minutes, 41 seconds. Hey, Beatles, maybe next time think about tacking on an extra second to give a song the grandeur and majesty it deserves.

OK, my point here is stop wasting your life. I know nobody lives day to day with the ruthless intensity that I do—thank your lucky stars—but I’m sure some of you out there do something valuable with your time. Maybe you do the landscaping at my club’s golf course or prepare the crab legs at my club’s restaurant. Either way, stop frittering away the precious moments of your life on two minutes and 47 seconds of “The Safety Dance.”

Can’t believe I blew half my recreation time telling you this. Audi 5K."

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