Experiential+Encounter+Sensazione


 * Experiential Encounter ** ** Sensazione **: The five senses


 * Experience date ** : August 30 or a day convenient to you **Post response to wikispace by**: Sept. 1st

grocery store ethnic restaurant || New food Close eyes and note aromas and scents || Aromas – create your own vocabulary Taste test – comparative tasting || Print store Book store Library || Picture favorite scene; now add the other senses to the scene
 * SENSE || Go to: || Try || Activity ||
 * =Smell; touch; taste= || farmers market
 * =Sight= || Museum

An everyday location in your life (street corner, view from the window, hallway outside your classroom, the mall where you work)

Select your favorite image || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Write a detailed description, including all senses <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Focus near & far p. 106

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Take a photo of the location several times over one day (once an hour) or once a day over several days (See //Smoke//) or once from several different perspectives

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Obtain copy of favorite image and examine it each day || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Food stores; manufacturer || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Touching a range of materials, foods || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">blindfold test – <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">touch different things; then record your experience ||
 * =Theme for a day= || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Live your life || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Examining one sense only || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">As you arrive at every location first record observations about the one sense you have chosen for the day – written, oral or drawn (This won’t work if you are spending the day in front of the computer.) ||
 * **<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Touch **<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">–- textiles, food, metals, || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Fabric store
 * =Sound; sight= || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Concert

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Dance

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Silence || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">A type of music you usually don’t listen to

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Listen to one instrument

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Listen to a listing of the top ten jazz pieces, classical pieces. Select a music style you don’t normally listen to.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Visit a church or library. || <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Draw the melody <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Draw the lyrics

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Listen for layers(what are all the sound sources besides the musical performance itself)

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Document through notes or drawings of the nonverbal behaviors of performers ||

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">…Going to a game with the intent of paying attention to the sound of it all certainly affected my perceptions. I was struck more than ever by the **constant buzz of voices.** At the old stadium significant numbers of seats were tucked underneath upper tiers. If you were sitting in one of those enclosed areas, the sounds in your section were intensified, and you had a distorted impression of the overall aural experience.
 * Wikispace response**: Look at your notes from your Book of Lists. Integrate at least 10 words from the //Vocabulary of Senses// I provided. What did you choose to do and why? What was the experience like? What are 10 questions you have after having done this? In what ways can you apply that experience to your student work, professional work or your self concept? Synthesize your responses to the above questions into a posted written response of 400-600 words.
 * The Art of Summer **
 * Music of the Spheres **** – an excerpt **
 * By ANTHONY TOMMASINI **
 * Published: July 20, 2011 New York Times **

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">More rows at the new stadium are open to the sky, or so it seems. So from where we sat, in the first row of the grandstand on the first-base side, **the gaggle of voices blended more organically**. **And individual shouts pierced the pervasive rumble of chatter. During one lull someone high up in the grandstand actually yelled, “Hip, Hip, Hooray!,” which struck me as an antiquated phrase.** People all around me laughed, but I gather it’s also a name-bending cheer for the Yankees’ Jorge Posada.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Kingston knew I would be writing about the sounds of the baseball game. And without any prodding from me he offered a pretty good description of what was going on.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">“It sounds like people’s voices just bounce everywhere,” he said. “When one person talks, another person talks, and the sounds just bounce.”


 * <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">When fans got into chants of “Let’s Go Yankees” and rhythmic clapping, the sounds careening from one side of the stadium to the other were almost antiphonal, like the effect of choirs singing from spatially separated lofts in a cathedral. **


 * <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">For all the hubbub of constant sound it is amazing how clearly the crack of a bat, the whoosh of a pitch (at least from the powerhouse Sabathia), and the leathery thud of the ball smothered in the catcher’s mitt cut through the textures. And if the hum of chattering provides the unbroken timeline and undulant ripple of this baseball symphony, the voices that break through from all around are like striking, if fleeting, solo instruments. **


 * <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">The most assertive soloists are the vendors. My favorite was a wiry man with nasal snarl of a voice who practically sang the words “Cracker Jack” as a three-note riff: two eighth notes on “Cracker,” followed by a quarter note on “Jack,” always on a falling minor third. (Using solfège syllables, think “sol, sol, mi.”) **<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;"> After a while I heard his voice drifting over from another section, and he had transposed his riff down exactly one step.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Of course, baseball is a game of expectations. The crowd waits eagerly for what could happen at any moment with a pitch, a swing, a long throw. I loved one moment when a Tampa Bay batter hit an arching ball into right field, and almost everyone started saying, almost quasi-singing, “Whoa,” as if convinced that their voices would lift the ball and nestle it into the fielder’s glove. It worked.. .

June 30, 2011, //6:02 pm// //By// <span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 14.6667px;">[|//THE NEW YORK TIMES//] Photographs by Ty Cacek/The New York Times
 * Sounds of the City — Do You Prefer Cacophony or Quiet? **

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12px;">All city dwellers are used to noise, but there are those who hear a symphony in the cacophony and those who seek out New York’s many pockets of peace and quiet. Here, two views.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12px;">Forty thousand fireworks. Now that’s bound to make some noise. There are New Yorkers who will love every decibel on the Fourth of July, when Macy’s puts on its “biggest fireworks display in America.” Other New Yorkers — well, they’d much rather see the rockets’ red glare than hear the bursting in air. Certainly all city dwellers are used to noise, but there are those who hear a symphony in the cacophony and those who seek out New York’s many pockets of peace and quiet. Here, two views. Which do you prefer, the cacophony of New York or the quiet?

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">LIKE most commuters, I spend my days in the city but sleep out in the stillness of the suburbs, where at night it’s as quiet as the grave. The only thing you hear is the occasional scrabbling of raccoons trying to knock over the trash cans. But a couple of years ago I happened to spend the night at an Upper East Side hotel, where I was pleasantly startled by two phenomena: the abundant free pornography on cable TV and, **around dawn, a whining, grinding, masticating sound that I eventually recognized as a garbage truck partaking of its morning feed. This was followed by some bus rumbling and horn honking and, a few blocks away, an insistent car alarm. The city was already awake and thrumming, going about its business with none of the suburban fussiness that makes it unmannerly, for example, to crank up your lawn mower or your leaf blower before breakfast.** <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">. . . I felt as if I were levitating off the bed, vibrating to a great urban overture, like those bright, brassy chords that introduce [|Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue] ” or maybe the beginning of a percussion-heavy piece by [|Xenakis]. The Boston public radio station WGBH used to play several minutes of bird song every morning before beginning its daily [|classical music program], and my hotel wake-up, it seemed to me, was the big-city equivalent, the clanking, polytonal urban version of the dawn chorus. It’s a sound that makes you want to leap out of bed, chug some black coffee and go out and get something accomplished. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">In the ’30s and ’40s, when New York was probably a lot quieter than it is today, except for the screeching of the [|Third Avenue el], there were various, mostly unsuccessful civic campaigns to reduce the noise level. . . But my sense now is that except for occasional attempts to regulate sirens, or the Bloomberg administration’s recent initiative to encourage a less annoying taxi horn, people are mostly resigned to high decibels and have learned to tune out all but **the most extreme city sounds: the jackhammers, the fire engine klaxons, the helicopters whapping low overhead as if left over from “Apocalypse Now.”** <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">You wouldn’t want to listen to that racket all the time, but every now and then **an ear-shattering, teeth-jarring blast, so loud you can’t hear yourself think, is sort of restorative**. **For a moment you have to shut down and reboot whatever was on your mind.** <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">To hear the **subtler music of the city**, though, you have to teach yourself to listen. Next time you take the subway, turn off your [|iPod] and try **some unrecorded avant-garde stuff**. I recommend the Times Square station, where **incoming trains rumble under your feet, coming to rest with a squeak and a hiss of air brakes that could have been scored by** **<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;"> [|John Cage] ****<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">. If you’re lucky, the guy with the musical saw will be on duty, making his eerie, keening arpeggios, or maybe the Ebony Hillbillies will be playing bluegrass tunes to the accompaniment of indecipherable loudspeaker announcements about delays on the No. 2 uptown. Your feet will start to twitch a little. ** <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Or take a walk along 42nd Street, say, and down Fifth Avenue. After a while you’ll discover that **the great ground note of New York — the basso continuo — is traffic noise, which is more tire whoosh than engine sound, punctuated every now and then by the clank of a car passing over a manhole cover. Above that, like a flatted organ chord, is the heavy breathing of idle bus engines, rising up a humming octave or so when the light changes, and the bus accelerates.** <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">And now, if you wave an imaginary baton, here comes some honking, which — unless some bozo is really leaning on the horn — is much more cheerful-sounding than you think you remember — almost like bird song. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">There is also **foot noise: the clacking of high heels and, at this time of year, the occasional pop of a delayed flip-flop snapping up against the wearer’s heel. And a soft, hard-to-place chittering sound that if you pay close attention turns out to be hundreds of human conversations weaving in and out of one another in a great** **<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;"> [|collective murmuration] ****<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">. ** <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">You don’t want to pay so much attention to these sounds that you stop in your tracks…. What you’re listening to is background music, an extended, free-flowing jazz improv that quickens the step a little and makes you feel alive and sophisticated. A quiet city, you realize, wouldn’t be much of a city at all. <span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12px;"> []
 * A Restorative Racket **
 * By CHARLES McGRATH **

June 30, 2011 <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">MANHATTAN can be too much with us. It can seem like a 23-square-mile rugby pitch, where on any given day nearly three million people are shoving elbows, blowing cigarette smoke, jabbering on cellphones or to themselves, all ready to rumble over the slightest slight. Not long ago a well-educated woman slapped another well-educated woman in [|a confrontation over a package of vegan pad Thai] in the frozen-food section of Trader Joe’s. To which inhabitants of Manhattan might say: “Yeah? So what?” <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">But the never-ending scrum, the divine experiment designed to explore the limits of humankind’s patience, could not function as miraculously as it does without its pressure-release valves. This island of asphalt and steel has oases of solitude, catch-your-breath places that have neither the seedy sensibility of a Midtown peep-show booth nor the sobering sadness of the waiting room at the medical examiner’s office. . . <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Stop in, for example, at the Roman Catholic Church of St. Vincent Ferrer, one of more than 200 churches that quietly make their spiritual pitch amid the clamor of commerce.. . Accept the offer. **Take a seat in one of the dark-wood pews. Outside, in the late morning heat, students hustle west, eagerly, to classes at Hunter College, while others walk east, pensively, toward the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center. Inside, in the incense-laced coolness, only the gentle rattle of votive candleholders being tended by a sexton disturbs the silence**. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">A short walk will take you to the [|Frick Collection], the small art museum that was once the blocklong private mansion of Henry Clay Frick, the hardly beloved coal and steel magnate… <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">But it is the museum’s Garden Court that offers a quiet place to reflect on matters large and small — from the arresting beauty of “St. Francis in the Desert,” the painting by Giovanni Bellini in an adjacent room, to the open question of how to spend the next hour, the next moment. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">In truth, Manhattan is chockablock with these shelters of solitude, as if set aside in abundance by the gods of Gotham so that you could pause at any moment to admire the grandeur of their handiwork. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">To the north, explore a brief moment of monasticism in the Cloisters or rest on a bench beside the ever-blooming [|gardens in Fort Tryon Park]. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">To the south, take a seat in the Rose Reading Room at the New York Public Library, beneath a heavenly ceiling mural that suggests the limitless possibilities of knowledge. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">East, west, north, south, whatever you do, head for the waters that surround Manhattan and yet are often taken for granted..; **to hear the chopping waves slap against the shores; to smell the saline hint of open waters just beyond the concrete edge. . .** <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;"> []
 * The Sounds of Silence **
 * By **<span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 14.6667px;">[|**DAN BARRY**]
 * <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Actually, no: the noise somehow heightens the silence **<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">. ..
 * <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">Hear the soothing dap-dap-dapple of water echoing from the marble fountain **<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 13.3333px;">. .. **This quiet space fosters such thoughts. The room is so still that visitors often whisper, if they speak at all.**