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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

because life extends beyond absurdity


I discovered this letter by John Berger earlier today
apparently it is being circulated
I would encourage you to continue these efforts, freely copy and pasting at will.

To me, it is a concise and powerful statement:
Its second paragraph states so succinctly and plainly those
lamentable facts that we have struggled to articulate through blinding tears and anger
to those who refuse to listen,
reducing it to its most tangible terms,
because although this issue should hardly be reduced to simple body count ratio
in unceasingly is
and this has become our greatest evidence.




-----



In Face of the Israeli Attacks on Gaza

We are now spectators of the latest -- and perhaps penultimate -- chapter of the 60 year old conflict between Israel and the Palestinian people. About the complexities of this tragic conflict billions of words have been pronounced, defending one side or the other.

Today, in face of the Israeli attacks on Gaza, the essential calculation, which was always covertly there, behind this conflict, has been blatantly revealed. The death of one Israeli victim justifies the killing of a hundred Palestinians. One Israeli life is worth a hundred Palestinian lives.

This is what the Israeli State and the world media more or less -- with marginal questioning -- mindlessly repeat. And this claim, which has accompanied and justified the longest Occupation of foreign territories in 20th C. European history, is viscerally racist. That the Jewish people should accept this, that the world should concur, that the Palestinians should submit to it -- is one of history's ironic jokes. There's no laughter anywhere. We can, however, refute it, more and more vocally.

Let's do so.

John Berger

27 December 2008

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

the greatest google predicament in contemporary art history.


dear amazon.com,

please stop recommending anthologies of
hal foster's prince valiant comic strips.

surely by now, you must realize that
i am interested solely in a completely different
hal foster

sincerely,
me.

i know some people be all crazy an shit about ladies' armpitz bein' all hairy an shit but let me tell you that shit is whack


my dad and i had a strange heart to heart to night
(which already, ten minutes afterward, i barely remember)
over a lot, a lot, a lot of margaritas
talking about how he needs to change his life and
his body and i suggested cycling
(which changed mine, most certainly)
and he was one a guy who biked from austin to victoria
(121 miles)
just because he wanted to save gas money
(in college)
so i said i would ride with him

and somehow he gets the gall to ask me that if he changed his life
would i change mine... in the form of shaving my armpits
and all i have to say is
"what the fuck, seriously?"
because i'm drunk
and as far as i'm concerned this has been a change in my life for the better
akin to being a guy with high blood pressure and all sorts of health problems
who seeks to improve his condition

i was once a girl
forced into convention with no outlook who saw beyond that and sought to
rebel with naturalism and honesty
and its never, ever been a problem in my life until now,
sunbathing on the beach in mexico with my family,
who is embarrassed by two strategically placed tufts which mean nothing
but a little extra body odor and
a lot more liberation.

to a certain extent
but certainly more comfortability on my part
and nothing that i intend to change
in the near future
(unless, of course)
(it might shave a few years off of)
(my father's most certainly imminent)
(heart attack)
(((((((((((((oh what to do, what to do?!?!?!))))))))))))

Monday, December 22, 2008

a note, for those who may not know; and a reminder, for myself




anne truitt.

extremely underrated,
underrepresented,
undercited,
undermentioned,
etc.
etc.
etc.




Gloucester, 1963





Hardcastle, 1962





Out, 1964


(to those who insist)
(that there were)
(no)
(female)
(minimalists.)

Thursday, December 18, 2008

EPICK BATTLEZ



BOOP BOOP BOOP
METAPHOR ALERT
METAPHOR ALERT
METAPHOR ALERT
METAPHOR ALERT
METAPHOR ALERT
METAPHOR ALERT
METAPHOR ALERT
METAPHOR ALERT
BOOP BOOP BOOP

where is my mind?!


ok, so i seriously almost quoted part of this song in verbatim today in conversation
(signs of a culturally-deprived, artistically-deficient, geographically-disabled childhood)

WHAT THE FUCK!



I know. It doesn't work. Jimmy Buffett sucks. If you really need to see it you can just click
here.




okay, but seriously:

WHAT THE FUCK?!

why is it that i am able to have jimmy buffett committed to memory, but not barthes?
what do i have to do to make that shift in literacy or cognition or whatever happen?
maybe i should just listen to more of this?



Friday, December 5, 2008

on a more serious note...


Laura Aguilar



"Center # 73", 2001, Gelatin silver print, 16" x 20"




"Nature Self Portrait #7", 1996, Gelatin silver print, 16" x 20"

Friday, November 21, 2008

tra la la self-discovery blah





i've always though it was kind of a cop-out that this is my favorite tom waits song

but i don't even really fucking like tom waits anyway.

but i've had it in my head for a while

and i just figured out all of the lyrics

and i think i have a deeper understanding now

of why i like it

for so many different reasons.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

to those who might be interested...


I'm in a show in Marfa that opens tomorrow.

BOOK
Do Right Hall
(a.k.a. Buck and Camp's Church, a.k.a. that building with the horseshoe)
106 West Dallas St. Marfa, TX
November 15-29, 2008

My piece, ,-MON ,S5SE is in the show.

,-MON ,S5SE is a zine-style/booklet reproduction of Thomas Paine's Common Sense, written in the code of a .brt format file, a file type designed to interface with braille readers and printers. The file was downloaded without cost from the Internet, then transposed page by page into booklet form as a zine, printed and copied illicitly at my workplace.

With this document, I attempt to draw connections between methods of underground/non-commercial communication (pamphlets/zines, the Internet, materials for the disabled) and military codes (ARPAnet, Ecriture Nocture) which eventually evolve into methods of public discourse, literacy and communication (the Internet and Braille, respectively).

Thursday, November 13, 2008

today.


I stood in front of my window

looking out across the grey sky as it rained

my flannel shirt still damp from walking through the rain

or perhaps simply dank from the fact that

i've been wearing it for the past three days.

i stood looking out from the third floor

slowly eating chili and drinking milk from a quart

with a straw that I had taped to the carton

so that it wouldn't drop into the milk

so i wouldn't have to fish it out with my fingers.

and i just thought

like

goddamn

this is the most beautiful moment of the month.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

these are really just notes for myself, honestly

i have not been looking at art blogs enough lately

selections from the past two months of rhizome.org



Pash*, Moonwalk, 2008





Kumi Yamashita, Dialogue, 1999




.
Michael Kontopoulos, Machines that Almost Fall Over



Daniel Eatock, One Mile Scroll, 2008



Kevin Bewersdorf



CRUMB : Curatorial Upstart for Media Bliss



Michael Naimark, Displacements




Catherine Ross, Trilling, 2008

SIDENOTE: saw this at PS1 2 years ago and it was FANTASTIC.


LUNK, How to Make a Perfect Malevich using only HTML Code, 2006

(PS. blogger won't allow the code here.)

Saturday, September 27, 2008

LESSONS IN HIPSTER PSYCHOLOGY (Part One)


things are all making sense to me now!!!


Add:
1 Package Trendy Indie Rock Knowledge
3 Cups Shitty Beer in Aesthetically Appealing Packaging
Add a heaping tablespoon of Pretension
Mix Well
Place in excessively Tight Pants
Bake for 15+ Years

Voila!






Marketing, kids. Marketing.

Monday, September 22, 2008

WHOA. AMAZING.



a squirrel. on a clock. in the woods.

I SUDDENLY FEEL SO ALIVE

(Always FREE!)

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

a message


to the girl who shows up to the first day of my history of modern art lecture with a tote bag from matthew marks gallery:

...really?

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

smattering no. 1.8



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in other news.



i'm back.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

there is no reason why i should be telling anyone about this except that i have a blog and can subject you to my whims

if you must know what i am doing right now

i am drunk
and sweaty
from the heat of
the outdoors and
parties
and i am listening to this

while trying to read this


it was a very bad idea.
a little overwhelming
to say the least.
in fact it all just makes me want to
bang my head against a hard surface
while wailing unintelligible intonations.

EEEHUIHUIHUIHUIHUIHUIHUI

(you said it ms. monk)

i'm going to go do something sensible now.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

don't want no meat


for some reason lately,
i have had the meatloaf song
where he goes
well i would do anything for love
but i won't do that

in my head.

well, actually not the whole song
i've really only had the part
where he goes
well i would do anything for love
but i won't do that

in my head.

so i have no idea what
"that" is.

but my logical conclusion is that its something like this.

updates from shitty south texas



my dad just asks me
"what's a twitter?"
and i explain
(these conversations about technology always have a strange)
("birds and the bees" role reversal vibe)
(it was clear from our conversation that he still has)
(no idea what a blog is)
(or even what youtube is, for that matter)

then, just now, i hear his voice from the couch in the other room
melanie!
(my mother's name)
melanie!
i'm twittering!
i'm twittering!
i'm just letting you know that i'm watching the news


a moment passes

then

melanie!
melanie!
i'm twittering!
i'm thinking about going to the bathroom!
i'm twittering!

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this guy is fucking awesome

i discovered him this morning while browsing through the "performance artists" category on wikipedia
and i was like...huh?
because i thought they were talking about this guy.
who is not that crazy.

BUT ANYWAY
how rad are this guy's signs?
i want to make some.
apparently he "picks up a new one at signographics every day"
yeah, man. fuck kinkos!

(ps. because it was hard to CHUS just one photo for this post)



Friday, July 25, 2008

(projs) \|/ (probs)


i woke up early thinking about what i was going to do next year
with a*space next year and whatnot
what with the booking for the first six weeks having fallen through.
having to wait on those projects, i thought about my
biweekly "bootleg video series" that i wanted to do.
so i started on a flyer
because i figured if it sat on my desktop
just glaring at me with those blank helvetica eyes
i would actually follow through with my plans
eventually

while i was making it, too, i realized that i am SO CLOSE to coming to a point where I feel really comfortable with my itunes library
for years, bobbing around forty gigs, but never being really happy
now we can just go round and round on random with rarely a skip
compared to the old days
(yay)

of course
all this will probably change
once i go back to sarah lawrence
and the ultimate self-consciousness sets in...

blah
blahblah
blahblahblah
blahBLAHBLAH
BLAHBblahLAHBLAH
BLAHBLAHBLblahAHBLAH
BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAblahHBLAH
BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHblahBLAH

Thursday, July 24, 2008

i am dreaming of the lake, the beach, the desert, the anywhere but here

i wish i had more unemployed friends
(less-hardworking friends)
(less-stick-up-the-ass friends)
(more trust fund friends)
so we could say fuck everything and take off
and maybe then my summer would be a little more like this
(minus the freaky black and white parts)



it's where i wanna beeeeeeeeee

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

which reminds me...

Learning about the Phenomena of Britain's "Poddington Peas" late last night reminded me of THIS

(which is much better)



I still haven't actually seen the whole movie. I was first introduced to it by a group of four people who are quite honestly probably in the top ten coolest people i know, but unfortunately i was in a state of smoked inebriation where ringo starr and harry nillson's voices soothed me to a point (hur hur hur, get it?) beyond return. yeah man, i slept through it.

it was also at this moment that i was also introduced to the amazingness (and insane levels of frustration associated with) ZOME! Which I had pretty much forgotten about until this moment.

I leave you with a zome model of the "great grand stellated 120 cell"

AMERICAN CULTURE WINS AGAIN!1!!!



Britain: Poddington Peas

vs.

America: California Raisins





okay, so maybe its a snap judgment. but seriously, peas?!?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Sunday, July 20, 2008

creatures of horror

Equal extremes of pathos and revulsion are born from the fact that the Baby appears so intolerably real -- at least, it's a credible representation of how a foetus might appear if not allowed to develop beyond the pre-human stage. For this, the credit, as with much else, belongs to Lynch. Having designed and built the Baby, he then maximized its original impact by ensuring that no stills of it were released during the publicity stage.




"There might not be a Hannah Montana if it wasn't for David Lynch"





Thursday, July 17, 2008

oh lawwwwwwddd (mah 2twah!)

"because we're kind of valley of the dolls around here"



"i would think you would be used to it by now"

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

this is life and this is growth, objectified


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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

we are all made of cars


today i walked out of whole foods
with an overpriced music magazine
under my arm. even though this act
of theft was accidental it made me
feel so fucking satisfied. now that
i am done with my work i think that
i will go and read it in public and
pretend to not care about caring not
to care.

Monday, July 14, 2008

surprise of the day

more proof that i went to the wrong school

(from art21)

"The Massachusetts Institute of Technology has an amazing program where students can borrow a framed work by major artists from their List Visual Arts Center’s collection for an entire academic year. The Student Loan Art Program was founded in 1996 and boasts of over 400 pieces with which your dormroom can be beautified. There are plenty of big names on the list including Andy Warhol, Cindy Sherman, Sol LeWitt, and Ed Ruscha to name a few, as well as many Art:21 artists like Allora & Calzadilla, Ida Applebroog, Roni Horn, Gabriel Orozco, Susan Rothenberg, Collier Schorr, Laurie Simmons, Nancy Spero, Richard Tuttle, and Fred Wilson."

Official MIT Link

FUCK.

that's just ridiculous.

how do they even insure the work?

i am crying on the inside.

blogs can't change me. i can't change blogs.

i've been surfing
the internet
trying to figure out
what to do with
my life
for the past

hour
day
week
year




Friday, July 11, 2008

(re)(re)(re)(re)(re)


i first began this blog about seven months ago, a day or so after i moved out to marfa.

i had high hopes and intentions about writing on my experiences, but soon realized that - like so many other times in my life when i was trying to write about what was happening to me coincidently and as it happened - instead of hyperanalyzing what was happening to me in an immediate sense, i should try to experience it in reality, without the (often stifling) processes of detachment, mental recording, and performativity which occur when i am intending to present it to some unknown virtual audience.

so i began to write a few entries, but put off posting them. and even when i had completed something, i generally felt very insecure about thrusting it into a public sphere - especially when it was regarding marfa, which is such a small and incestuous community. i simply feared some sort of judgement or alienation, as ridiculous as it sounds.

but now i don't care. i have established myself, in some sense, and couldn't give a fuck what is said to or about me. and ultimately, i realize in retrospect that in blogging about those experiences at the time would have revealed a shameful bit of naivete. hence the private journaling rather than public musings. (woo hah!)

for years, i have kept a blog on and off. (and i certainly feel this shame and read this naivete when i look back weeks, months, years in my *GASP* livejournal). i gave up for... many reasons.

but fuck it. here i am again. i need a place for my thoughts, some works. fragments, sentences, photos, what have you. the act, the gesture of making my thoughts and observances public (in a sense) legitimizes these thought processes for myself.

---

today i began working (if you can call it that) for -------- (ANONYMOUSE CONTEMPORARY ART INSTITUTION) on their new blog.

i never wanted to become one of those people. i see them attached to their laptops, detached from life in a sense, plugged into the virtual space.

but it is all virtual space, all hyperreality at this point.

---

i don't know what this blog will be, or what it will signify.

i think it may verge along the lines of the "oversharing" variety.

but fuck it.

i come from the livejournal generation.

---

regardless...

i hope you find it interesting.