David Cope, profiled in Triumph of the Cyborg Composer
This is my submission for the Send a Postcard, Get a Postcard project that I funded on Kickstarter.
To what degree is happiness a product of our choices? Assuming our choices do have some impact on our happiness, what sorts of choices can we make for ourselves to maximize our own happiness? Certainly that pattern of choices varies from person to person, so what do we need to know about ourselves to find out which choices those are?
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Deep reading — the kind that you engage in when you get lost in the syntax and imagery and the long, convoluted sentences of a really meaty book — is a special sort of exercise that creates a new part of the brain that did not exist at birth.
“It’s semi-miraculous, really,” said Dr. Wolf, the director of the Center for Reading and Language Research at Tufts University. “We don’t have genes for reading. It’s an activity we invented, and by doing it, we show that our brain has the capacity to go beyond itself, to take all these circuits that were created for oral language or vision, and do something entirely different with them — deduction, critical analysis, imagination, contemplation.”
Welcome to the Gödel, Escher, Bach, Tumblr reading group! We’d love to have you read along with us - you can sign up right here.
I’m reading Gödel, Escher, Bach at the rate of one chapter a week with a couple friends here at St. John’s, and with this online reading group. Now is a great time to read this fantastic book.
| Céline: | Have you ever spent some time in Eastern Europe? |
| Jesse: | Eastern? No, no... |
| Céline: | No? I, uh, remember as a teenager I went to Warsaw, when it was still a strict communist regime. Which I don't approve of at all. |
| Jesse: | (Sarcastically.) Oh yeah, sure you don't... |
| Céline: | No, I don’t. |
| Jesse: | No, I'm just kidding! |
| Céline: | But, anyway, something about being there was very interesting, I found. After a couple of weeks, something changed in me. The city was quite gloomy and gray and...but, after a while, my brain seemed clearer. I was writing a lot more in my journal, ideas I had never thought of before. |
| Jesse: | Communist ideas? |
| Céline: | Listen, I'm not... |
| Jesse: | I'm sorry, I can't...Go on! |
| Céline: | I'll send you to a Gulag! No...but it took me a while to figure out why it felt, you know, so different. And then, one day, as I was walking through the Jewish cemetery, I don't know why, but it occurred to me there, I realized that I had spent the last two weeks away from most of my habits. TV was in a language I didn't understand. There was nothing to buy, no advertisements anywhere. So, all I've been doing was...walk around, think, and write. My brain felt like it was at rest, free from the consuming frenzy. And I have to say, it was almost like a natural high. I felt so peaceful inside, no...strange urge to be somewhere else, to shop...Maybe it could have seemed like boredom at first, but it quickly became very, very soulful. It's interesting, you know? |