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Emily Howell

Tuesday, Mar. 02, 2010 - 12:14 a.m.

Lately I have become intrigued by the works of Emily Howell.

She is brilliant, and her music fascinates me the same way a Wassily Kandinski geometric painting does.

There's kind of a catch here, though. She's not human.

She's a computer who has been programmed to take the music of her predecessor, EMI and create original music based on EMI's arrangements.

EMI was programmed to be able to analyze the works of Mozart, Beethoven, Bach -- and create a new composition based on the artist's previous work.

Emily's creator, David Cope, took EMI's original 'based on the works of' compositions, and programmed Emily with those.

The computer's first album, From Darkness, Light, is available on iTunes.

You can read more about Emily Howell here.

And some samples of her work are here.

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Meanwhile, over on Livejournal, my ex, Kevin Standlee, got upset because the woman he used to live with was overlooked in some Hugo history reporting. In other words his buttons were bulging because somebody didn't know their fannish history.

He was right to be up in arms; I am familiar with his friend and her body of work -- and she's always been delightful when we've met -- but this really strikes me as borderline hypocritical, if anything -- because MY contribution to his early fannish existence has never been mentioned anywhere in any of his biographical information.

I left a broad hint in the comments section, but no dice. He didn't acknowledge that yes, I do have a place in his earliest days of Fandom.

So -- let me take a moment and do that right now.

- In 1987, Kevin Standlee moved in with me after I was separated from my then-husband. I began doing some of the secretarial duties and providing editorial content for his project, a MythAdventures Fan Club fanzine, MythInformation.

- One afternoon when the fanzine was due to be collated and bulk sorted, the other two officers of the club flaked and went out of town. Kevin had to work late that day, and the mailing date was printed on the fanzine itself, so I had no choice but to collate and staple around seven hundred fanzines mostly by myself until Kevin got home. This is why you never see me at collation parties, folks. I will never do anything of that magnitude again for anybody ever in the history of ever.

- Whenever the MythAdventures Fan Club personnel would go to conventions, I ended up being the one who spend the most time behind the membership table, because Kevin went to business meetings, and the other two people who were fan club officers went filking. What this means was that I was basically on my own for many hours at a time behind the table, while Kevin made a name for himself at the business meetings..

- At the fan club table, I streamlined the membership purchase process. Before my involvement, the various membership premium items (button, bumpersticker, signed artwork) had been existing in separate boxes, resulting in a sales delay while the items were individually fetched. A box of envelopes was purchased, and it became my job by default to collate at least one hundred membership packets ahead of time whenever we went to a convention.

- At the MythAdventures Fan Club room parties, starting in February of 1987 and ending in 1990, with one notable exception wherein I was assisted by none other than Dave Marron in 1988, I was always the one who chose the party items, diced and sliced the veggie and cheese platters, and generally made sure the snack trays were always full. I also developed the appearance of what came to be known as Pervish Punch. It was lemonade with green food coloring, slices of lemon and lime, and a small portion of dry ice to give it a nice bubbly effect. Kevin's main contribution to these parties was to sit in the corner and tell people about the club.

In short, it's like this: No matter what he or anybody does or does not acknowledge to me, in public or in private, my presence as one of the people who volunteered for the MythAdventures Fan Club assisted in making Kevin Standlee more visible (by freeing him up so he could be holding court at the parties instead of chopping and serving) and it also made him more available to attend the business meetings, and by allowing him more time away from the fan table -- he therefore could make himself more of a presence than he might have been able to do without my contributions.

Manning up and acknowledging the error of omission and then CORRECTING IT would be NICE.

But I'm one of those unfortunate people that folks keep forgetting to mention when they accomplish something.

Oh, and Kevin? If you see this and get puffed up over something I've written here? ... just be glad I didn't mention anything about how you treated me when nobody was looking.

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