The age-old question, “do you dream in color,” which usually pigeonholes the respondent as either artistic and creative or boring and mundane, could be moot. Of course I always answer “color,” (or “colour” if I’m talking to foreigners) just because I have very vivid dreams and I’m pretty sure I would have noticed if they were only monochrome.
As it turns out, my honest answer might be close to reality for everyone. Eric Schwitzgebel, a philosopher at UC Riverside says that people’s response to that question is heavily influenced by the media they consume, i.e. people in the 50’s had a much higher incidence of black and white dreams than individuals today.
Another possibility is that dream colours are indeterminate, in the same way that a novelist can describe something without naming its colour. They would only become coloured, or not, in our waking reconstruction of them.
When people say that they dream in black and white, they probably mean that they haven’t noticed any colours, says psychologist Mark Blagrove of the University of Wales at Swansea, UK.
It’s late here in California, so I think I’ll mosey off into dreamland. Hopefully I’ll reconstruct my dreams tomorrow in full technicolor.
NSU: Electric dreams infect waking memories
John Maeda recently opened a new exhibit in NYC based around the topic of food. The work is currently being displated at the Cristinerose Gallery, which also hosted Maeda’s last big show, Post Digital, in 2000. I was interested to see what the critical response was to his newest stuff (which I find much more clear and cohesive than Post Digital), but no one has uttered a peep so far.
The exhibit started last week and will be up through January 18th. The gallery also has some selected photographs of Maeda’s work from this exhibit and Post Digital.
Cristinerose Gallery: ?F00D Exhibit, selected photos
Justin Quinnell’s pinhole photographs beg the question: what would life be like if you were a tiny person living inside someone’s mouth? By shoving an entire self-engineered camera into his mouth, and taking pictures throughout his day, he gives us a slide show that answers all of your intra-mouth life questions. [via b3ta]
Justin Quinnell: A day in the life of my mouth
I often buy aged New Yorkers and Life Magazines in order to peep at the cultural backdrop of my ancestors. The imagery, style, language, and beliefs that exist in a cigarette ad from 1950 are proof of our evolution (or, god were they stupid back then).
The Yesterday Paper company is trying to capitalize on my facination. Now you can buy individual advertising memorabilia to remind yourself how stupid we’ll look in 50 years time. [via milkandcookies]
Yesterday Paper: Vintage advertisements
As part of their new Live campaign, Vodaphone is offering some interesting multimedia tools. One of which is a web gallery for picture messages sent from mobile devices. It appears that the current gallery consists of Vodafone sales reps taking them at various stores in England, but it could very easily turn into a hot new weblog widget.
Vodafone: live! gallery
In light of current events, I couldn’t resist… daypopdex.com.
Of course, the question everyone is asking: when is someone going to build a meta weblog index index? It appears that dexdex.com is taken, but metadex is still available. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
We’ll all mourn the loss of one of the world’s beautiful voices. Mary Hansen, backup vocalist for Stereolab was just killed in a bike accident.
Design, buy and sell your own pixel-perfect t-shirts at pixeltees.com. Quite an impressive assortment of geek-chic styles (and just in time for Christmas!) [via k10k]
Open University psychologist Dr. Adam Joinson finds that gender stereotypes are being played out on the information superhighway:
“As information has become such a valuable commodity, it’s not surprising that men have transferred their traditional hunter-gatherer role to hunting for information on the web”
BBC: Sexism ‘rife’ in cyberspace
Tell me it isn’t true: The New York City Anti-Hipster Forum!
In case you’re wondering, this is a blog about how much I (and I suspect many many others) despise New York City’s so-called “Hipsters” and everything they generally stand for. Now, before I begin, let me make a few things very clear: Number One, this site is not about hate, I don’t preach hate and I certainly don’t want to hear it from all you schmucks out there, because after all, we’re all stuck in this filthy hipster-ridden city together right? As an extension to this, I will say that the hipster-pandering is all in good fun, that is to say, nobody will get hurt, but the commentary here will definitely be scathing, satiric, and (I can only hope) funny and clever occasionally too. I don’t hate hipsters, I just think they’re silly and stupid. So have fun.
I had always wished there was someone out there capturing the absurdity and triviality of hipster kids. This is great! But what if the hipsters read these words and use them to breed a more powerful and offensive mutant hipster species that is unstoppable? Oh god!
