FUCK / YES

Young MC "Slowest Rhyme (Bobby Birdman Remix)" from wyldfile on Vimeo.

FUCK.

YES.

!

wiki-wiki-wi-wiki-wild-wild-west

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




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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.)

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.

WHOA. AMAZING.

a squirrel. on a clock. in the woods.

I SUDDENLY FEEL SO ALIVE

(Always FREE!)

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?

smattering no. 1.8

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in other news.



i'm back.

august is the unofficial month of gertrude stein

a
rose
is
a
rose
is
a
rose

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.

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)

(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

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

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?!?

SUDDEN CRAVINGS

HOLY SHIT I WANT SOME OF THIS RIGHT NOW



FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHERE CAN I GET ONE OF THESE AT THIS HOUR?!?!?

no commentary (just watch)

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"

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"