oh man...

(cuz sometimes i geek out on this shit)

(PS)

(i was complemented for having "the old version")

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT ANTARTICA??!?!?!

got these images in an email this past week
because my friend Erika Blumenfeld has finally made it to
ANTARTICA
(a secret dream of mine)
to pursue a rather ambitious multimedia work called
the polar project
that she received a Guggenheim fellowship to pursue

after all
she needed to get there before it melted
:/

(In the meantime, Erika is blogging the project here)

check it out, dudes

the cult of judd returns

Barton Sloane
bombMARFA


stella wuz here / prada marfa



drawings at castelli in symmetry / 15 untitled works in concrete



fuck dia / 15 untitled works in concrete



bochner measurement / ballroom marfa



smithson lives / 15 untitled works in concrete



manifest destiny / clarence judd architecture offices



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i have been thinking about marfa lately.

planning a project there for the summer.
here's to hoping things proceed without a hitch.
because when i think about new york summers
and long subway rides in the heat and
astronomical rents with no space and little
to no pay i feel ready for the 12 hour drive and
lots of afternoon straight whiskeys playing hank williams and
having a hell of a texas time while still getting my
pseudo-intellectual fix.

boredom merits videomaking

.

I originally made this for this thing
just trying to be funny, as usual
(i am loving the new photobooth's shitty in-camera greenscreening capabilities)

but the message applies for everyone in my life
(and thusly anyone who might be reading this as well).

happy new year ya'll!

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).

(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.

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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.

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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.

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regardless...

i hope you find it interesting.

a beginning

after nine hours of driving on three hours of sleep

i am here.



this is fifteen feet away from my apartment window.