motivational stickers for children.
just one of the many things from my childhood
that i have been ruminating over the past two weeks.
(...my work is going in strange directions...)
Friday, January 2, 2009
MOTIVATIONS
motivational stickers for children.
just one of the many things from my childhood
that i have been ruminating over the past two weeks.
(...my work is going in strange directions...)
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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I originally made this for this thing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!
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
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.
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?!?!?!))))))))))))
(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?
Monday, December 8, 2008
Dave Hickey Speaks the Truth
radical redistribution(s) of wealth created the illusion of “high art prices.” In fact, art prices have fallen as a percentage of the buyer’s disposable income, so art is statistically less important to the people who buy it. The question of how good the art is and how long it will last is of much less consequence.
on a side note, a smaller version of the piece I assisted on this spring, "hello methlab in the sun" is in Miami at "The Station." The show was curated by Shamim Momin and Nate Lowman. and getting good reviews! (here, here, and here, among others)
Sunday, December 7, 2008
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"
Thursday, November 27, 2008
thanksgiving is probably my least favorite holiday for entirely unrelated reasons
happy colonialist holidays from
guillermo gomez-pena
and
ME
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.
Monday, November 17, 2008
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).
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.
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.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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.)
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.)
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