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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"