While cooking on our electric stove in the apartment.

One of the rare moments of rain where I live.

Biking home from work during a cloudy sunset. 

Walking back up the canyon from the beach to my car I heard the sounds of frogs ribbiting and had not heard them in a long time so I felt the urge to capture the silence as well.

Everyone was gone over the weekend so I took the time to go visit a curiosity of the Newport area called Crystal Cove Historic SP. I’ve been to Crystal Cove Reef a few times but never explored this preserved village of historic fishing cottages. They’re amazing. I wrote an okay poem about them here:

This place is funny

An odd historic beach village. Cottages for weekend renters all imagining the perfect peaceful life. The orange dot fade to hazy pinks. The banking planes remind beachgoers they must return home soon. Crisp whispers of clouds remind me these sunsets can come only 15 minutes away from my apartment. The dot is gone now only a purple mist is there to remind the birds it was once there. A golf cart whistles in reverse. Flags of rival nations dry the shoulders of young boys. The rock reef waits peacefully for its next gulp of water. The purple mist is gone now, all pinks and oranges are left waiting. This place is funny. A historic mark to the less gaudy villages that once lined this golden coast. I imagine it's like the village my maternal grandmother grew up in, now known as  La Jolla. Far from the poor fishing village it once was, she would practice for her swim competitions with lanes marked in the cold ocean. A ranger truck rolls past, a reminder I should leave this peaceful moment. This place is funny.  

While on a retreat with the members of a research team I decided to revive this reflective study in sounds and the kinds of silence we experience. I may also start posting some poetry here every now and then. Thank you for your time.

My twin, who’s studying film at MSU Bozeman, sent me three recordings. One while walking around midday through campus, the second is while pausing on a run on the road in the picture, and the last recording is outside his front door in the early evening.

This my first exploratory version of finding silence. My girlfriend and I took a camping trip to Joshua Tree National Park over the weekend and I decided to record some of the silences. The first is the silence on the crest of a hill separating to basins within JT. The second is the sound at the Cholla Garden, and the last sound is the wind that rolled through our campsite all night.

To start the silence during morning coffee,from the kitchen in my apartment. Followed by the silence heard when no 3D printers (or other machines) are running in the Speculative Design Lab. Then the hum/din of the rockwall I work at. Finally the sound of a super crowded In N Out my roomie and I ate at.

I am beginning here a project where I record all of the “silence” I can find. In this track it begins with the silence encountered in the marshland on my bike ride home from UC Irvine. It is then followed by the silence on the pedestrian overpass of the 405 freeway. And then finally the silence just outside my apartment.