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Hooray Hooray The First of May
Out Door fucking Begins Today

Around 8 pm, on the 29th of April, my friend Ashley Andel and I tried to find a place to have a drink and catch up. Being a Tuesday in downtown Edmonton, there were a dearth of possibilities, and we ended up at The Bank, on Jasper at 107th. We were looking for quiet, since we wanted to have a conversation, and the place seemed empty enough to facilitate this.

Instead of a cocktail and kvetching session, we were forbidden entrance. Instead, five bouncers made homophobic jokes, threatened Ashley with psychical violence,called him a faggot, told him he was not welcome, and pointed him to the gay bar down the street.

We were calm, and left without incident. Instead of a pleasant night out, we had yet another example of power tripping security gaurds acting way outside their jurisdiction.

The ISBN Stencil is for Walden, by Thoreou. The Bridge is on the Humber Valley in TO.

colby cosh tells you everything you need to know about the seal hunt.

Archbishops of York and Canterbury have put pressure for a world arms embargo on Zimbabwae.

d and d ends the their open source expriment.

there is a hotel near pearson that looks like these abandonded restorts in Egypt. these photos from a resort in disneyland have much more of the failed utopia feel about them.


Pretty. (Chole, Spring Season)

the realtionship between the methodists and the russian government post 1989, is one of the chief reasons that i am worried about germany's realtionship to scientology--adn it is the subtext of this story about Putin's realtionship to O(o)rthodoxy

this meeting with Benedict and the victims of American sexual abuse, done against the advisement of the vatican, is the morally correct and ethically proper, minimal thing that he could do, and it saddens me that we are congratualting people for doing so litle.


Monochrome, Cash Warren, Oil on Panel, 2008

(this one is the best i think, because it talks about how the modernist instinct towards sublimity and abstraction could be as much a censorous, a-historical, a-sexual working through, s much as it could be something else)
Cash Brown bad puns, and modernist in jokes while repurposing Courbet's Origin of the World.

a dozen photos of the Koons show at MoMA, this ken johnson review for the Times, suggests that regardless of problems with size and scale, they have an epic formalism. Relevent quote:

They are mischievously meaningful works. With its pneumatic, sausagelike parts, “Balloon Dog (Yellow)” is a sly Trojan Horse: it seems innocent but is loaded with aesthetic and erotic perversity. “Sacred Heart (Red/Gold)” acidly comments on the commercial debasement of emotional and religious experience. “Coloring Book” reflects the youth-obsessed infantilism of modern culture and society.

But placed on the architecturally nondescript patio, where there are also shaded areas for patrons of the Roof Garden Cafe, the sculptures too easily turn into benign, decorative accessories.

The biggest problem is scale. Seen in an indoor gallery, the elephantine, shiny metallic “Balloon Dog (Yellow),” which rises to 10 feet at its highest point, would have a weirdly imposing, slightly menacing presence. On the roof it appears dwarfed by the vast sky and by the open expanses of space to the south and west of the museum.

another anecdote about the fear of kiddie fucking, the public survielance culture, and the implications of point and shoots.


Madmen, Season One DVD Case, Shaped like a Zippo.


new Robotic Jellyfishes, from a german design firm Festo, Zooligix describes it thusly:

AquaJelly and AirJelly share the same basic form - a sphere surrounded by eight mechanical tentacles run off lithium-ion batteries. In the case of the AquaJelly which functions underwater, the central sphere is a laser sealed vacuum, while the flying (floating) Air Jelly's center is a helium balloon. Most interestingly, the AquaJelly is autonomous in that it "guides itself with the help of a sensor array, communications systems and control software based on robotic swarm-intelligence."

miracolous peice of tech there.

anne schwalbe is a german photog who does still lives with a creamy, earthy palette, fantastic use of tonal varrations.

anyone know why the republicans would kybosh a bill that would make voting more accounable, and easy to recount, aside form the usual paranoid ones?


Franco Modinir-Ruiz, Art Pinatas, 2008 via Culturegrrl. (warhol and koons)

an org that helps undocumented workers gain access to post secondary education, wtih stories.

terra sigillata live blogs his vasectomy.

John Hagge hates woemn and gays, and isnt even original in expressing those hatreds.

a useful chart of which american polticians of note, did which drugs.

an article that mentions all of the difficulties i have with eliason's work (not site placed, spectacle for the sake of spectacle, a kind of pseudo-mysticism, the rhetoric of fame as good things.

andy gilmoredoes, decorative, abstract and brightly coloured stoner art, v. v. well.

duke's modernist journal's project digitizes a dozen promient examples, including the only three issues of Lewis' Blast.


Tom Wesselman, Bed Room Party 20, 1969.

another gay refugee deneid refuge, this time a syrian in scotland.

114 images of attractive women from hamemr horror films.

go and vote for your over rated and under rated presidents here.

atlanta apartment life used one of my photos.


Michael Phelps as a mermaid, outtake of the new Lebowitz Campaign for Disney

and rome has elected a fascist mayor:

Italy's new parliament met for the first time today with applause for Rome's mayor-elect, Gianni Alemanno, a day after followers celebrated his triumph with straight-arm salutes and fascist-era chants.

Alemanno, a former neo-fascist youth leader, took 54% of the vote in a run-off on Sunday and Monday, crushing his rival, Francesco Rutelli, a deputy prime minister in the last, centre-left government.

Silvio Berlusconi, who won a general election earlier this month, welcomed the latest evidence of Italy's leap to the right by declaring: "We are the new Falange". Although he took care to wrap his remark in a classical context, his choice of words appeared to be a nod and a wink to his most extreme supporters.

The original Falange — the word means "phalanx" — was the Spanish fascist party, founded in the 1930s, which supplied Francisco Franco's dictatorship with its ideological underpinning.

The prime minister-elect's closest ally, Umberto Bossi, the Northern League leader, kept up the intimidating rhetoric, arriving for the first session of Italy's parliament warning of violence if the centre-left did not go along with his plans for federalism.

"I don't know what the left wants [but] we are ready," he told reporters. "If they want conflicts, I have 300,000 men always on hand."

Speaking of Conflicts, they are once again, throwing a pride parade in Moscow, regardless of the arrests and state violence that ensued last time and teh time before.

dustin the turkey, eurovisions irish entry this year, has gogo boys dressed as gold lame turkeys.

Read 36 of these and consider almost all of them mainstream.

Cult would be Arthur Bremer's Diaries, the Letters of Emily Dickinson (or D. H. Lawrence), Whitehead's Process and Reality, T. Lobsang Rampa's The Third Eye, Ouspensky's Meetings with Remarkable Men, Grave's Greek Myths, Keuls' Reign of the Phallus, N. O. Brown's Life Against Death and Love's Body, G. Spencer Brown's Laws of Form, Fuller's Synergetics, A Pattern Language, Saberhagen's Berserker books, A. O. Lovejoy's Great Chain of Being, anything by Gertrude Stein or Laura Hobson Riding, Burgess' Clockwork Orange, Levi-Strauss' Triste Tropiques, Braudel's Civilization and Capitalism, Grunbaum and Shepherd's Tilings and Patterns, Flannery O'Connors letters, Key's Subliminal Seduction, Penrose's The Emperor's New Mind-- and so endlessly on.
posted by jamjam on metafilter, about the torygraph list below

Daily Telegraph Top 50 Cult List, Bold is Read, Italics is Loved.

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut (1969)
The Alexandria Quartet by Lawrence Durrell (1957-60)
A Rebours by JK Huysmans (1884)
Baby and Child Care by Dr Benjamin Spock (1946)
The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf (1991)
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (1963)
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (1961)
The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger (1951)
The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield (1993)
The Dice Man by Luke Rhinehart (1971)
Chariots of the Gods: Was God An Astronaut? by Erich Von Däniken (1969)
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole (1980)
Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1782)
The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg (1824)
Dianetics: the Modern Science of Mental Health by L Ron Hubbard (1950)
The Doors of Perception by Aldous Huxley (1954)
Dune by Frank Herbert (1965)
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams (1979)
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe (196
Fear of Flying by Erica Jong (1973)
The Female Eunuch by Germaine Greer (1970)
The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand (1943)
Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid by Douglas R Hofstadter (1979)
Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon (1973)
The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail by Michael Baigent, Richard Leigh and Henry Lincoln (1982)
I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith (1946
If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller by Italo Calvino (1979)
Iron John: a Book About Men by Robert Bly (1990)
Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach and Russell Munson (1970)
The Magus by John Fowles (1966)
Labyrinths by Jorge Luis Borges (1962)
The Leopard by Giuseppe di Lampedusa (1958)
The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov (1967)
No Logo by Naomi Klein (2000)
On The Road by Jack Kerouac (1957)
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S Thompson (1971)
The Outsider by Colin Wilson (1956)
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (1923)
The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists by Robert Tressell (1914)
The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám tr by Edward FitzGerald (1859)
The Road to Oxiana by Robert Byron (1937)
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse (1922)
The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1774)
Story of O by Pauline Réage (1954)
The Stranger by Albert Camus (1942)
The Teachings of Don Juan: a Yaqui Way of Knowledge by Carlos Castaneda (196
Testament of Youth by Vera Brittain (1933)
Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1883-85) I didn’t get it…
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (1960)
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: an Inquiry into Values by Robert M Pirsig(1974)

The weird thing is how many of those i read, i first read at sjsa, and so, my feelings for them are now sort of nostalgic for adolescence, seriously:

thos read at sjsa:
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut (1969)
was on the circula for grade 10, which i always found a kind of cruel irony, this anti facist fable in a school that was essentially facist
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (1963)
the thing i remember most about this book, and i have not read it since, was how terrified plath was of people lying to her, the assumption and betrayal of trust that occurred within the psychiatric frame work. The copy i had was the mid 60s paper back with the black and white cover and the bilious green words.
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (1961)
more sad then funny.
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe (1965)
After the exams finished, we were given free time. the exams were difficult, and high pressure, in the cafeteria, often 5 or 6 hour days, with huge amount of information that had to be recited back. the english exam we had to parse sentences, compose poetry adn two essays, write short, medium and long answers, do multiple choice, and true and false, it was overwhelming. i was sure that i failed and went outside to the most beautiful day, late may, snow melted, sun shining, and had this book in my back pocket--one of the great ones, designed with pop covers, again in bright blue. i read it behind the dorms, sitting on a strip of raised concrete, and later in the woods, on the lower quater, in the choir loft of the church, near the cows, we must have had 6 hours free, and it was one of my most pleasent moments about sjsa, the anarchic merry pranksters letting me escape.
The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger (1951)
i think this was the first book i hated entirely because of the class of the character, the moneyed environs, and the lack of context meaning struggle was crafted rather then worked thru, when i read zoey and franky, felt the same way, not sure i was fair to it.
Chariots of the Gods: Was God An Astronaut? by Erich Von Däniken (1969)
passed around the dorms.
Confessions by Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1782)
read it way too young--in one of those harvard classic brown leather editions, from the mid 70s, intended to impress others.
The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg (1824)
i have read this at least 4 times, one at sjsa, once at the hospital, once in grade 12, and the winter i flunked out of the undergrad program at the u of a, which means that it came out when i was in the middle of figuring out how and when i had a choice, which is a painfully literal way of reading a book about calvinists, keep meaning to re-read it, because i remember it being one of those books whose ideas were more impt then the writing style (proto-dick?)
The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail by Michael Baigent, Richard Leigh and Henry Lincoln (1982)
read in context of some research wrt the lds and the masons, after reading the god makers
On The Road by Jack Kerouac (1957)
the penguin paper back edition of the early 90s, strangely not in a vintage copy. read the entire keruoc colelction in grade ten, when given them for xmas by dad.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S Thompson (1971)
read this, nixon, and hells angel on the bus to or back from the le ronge canoe trip, must have been to, because remember handing them around as the trip went on, to wil and others...vintage copies, not enjoyed as much as texts as toems of a kind of lifestyle, later reading in high school of nixon, and the great shark hunt, when i was deciding to write, leads iteself to the usual tale...closer to thompson then i would like to admit.
The Outsider by Colin Wilson (1956)
vintage, new directions paper back.
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (1923).
mostly thot this was silly
The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám tr by Edward FitzGerald (1859)
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse (1922)
krsna blue cover, cheap pulp paper back, read dozens of times, during my buddhist phase, must have been in my grandmothers house, among my dad's books, and picked up at a honey sale, remember reading it, and animal farm at henry wisewood over a weekend, on the bus back to the school, during the red deer canoe trip, that summer, and driving back to the school itself, and just after my suicide attempt, post infirmary, do nto know where this copy is. like with howl, and bell jar, mildly embarassed with my devotion to it now.
The Stranger by Albert Camus (1942)
i didnt like this as much as i thot i would.
The Teachings of Don Juan: a Yaqui Way of Knowledge by Carlos Castaneda (1962)
mostly know, a hysterically funny meta-tale of how easily hippies can be lead by a few bullshit words, and an indicator of suspsicious traits when people advocate for it, it was most likely my first encounter with magical realism (i didn't read borges until peter simms gave me a copy in grade 10?) and texts that are fiction but function as "mystical fact" (though that might have been the BoM)
Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1883-85)
i read a large chunk of Nietzsche throughout sjsa, and the hospital, v. difficult reading, and suspicious of the followers, put it down, most of my Nietzche is inherited second hand from Foucoult, which needs to be corrected,
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (1960)
read in desepration, in Saskatchewan, when the bus broke down, and stuck me in a depot with nothing but it and harlequins (also read dozens of harlequins those few days)
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: an Inquiry into Values by Robert M Pirsig(1974)
the book that changed my life, when i was 14, and convinced me to become a buddhist, which is completely cliched and profoundly humilating

(alot of the ones that could be included: howl, sometimes a great notion, the wyndham books, 1984, animal farm, one flew over the cuckoos nest, leaves of grass, ariel, red harvest, my gun is quick, armies of the night) i also read at saint johns)

(most of these came from my parents bookshelves)

(some of these books were part of the circula, not for grades 7 and 8, but for older students)

He also was the editor of a literary journal, The Academy, from 1907 to 1910, and during this time he had an affair with artist Romaine Brooks, who was also bisexual (The main love of her life, Natalie Clift Barney, also had an affair with Wilde's niece Dorthoy)

Wikipedia on Bosie (i know the second half of that sentence was true, but did Bosie really fuck Romaine Brooks ?!?!

1. my weirdness will mean that i will never be comfortable, and a geographic cure is something always to be wary about.
   
2. people who like to see me for a few times every year or so will soon weary of me
3. i will not succeed as much as i think i will
4. the perhptiac, sort of half there career, mostly on prestige and v. little money, will not be made easier there
   
5. the money will run out, and i will have failed, making a life for my self there
   
6. there is a life here, that i am too easily abandoning
   
7. the money will not come from calgary, andi will have humilated myself, with an expected leaving
   
8. the last four years have created permenant realtionships and a body of work
   
9. the last few gallery meetings have gone from polite refual to being literally laughed out of the gallery, i am not publishing as much as i could, my writing and my art have this strange, sort of unhinged, ellpitical qaulity, and their is little or no care paid attention to mechianix
10. i will not go back to school, will not be taken back, and if i do, academia will be like fly paper
    
11. i am needy, broken, sad all the time, i am not indpendent enough to truly leave
    
12. mom will get sick, and amy wont have the energy to handle her sickness, mom will get lonely
13. i will be successful, people will love me, i will form realtionships, i will be happy, and how does one handle being happy.
14. in mid feb, on yonge and blur, with a too thin coat, i will cycle thru my cell phone, calling a dozen people, desperate for a beer or human company, and no one else wanting either.
    
15. that the toronto zoo does not have wombats
    

AnthonySEaston (12:30:31 AM): it seems a local thing that went national, that stripped its local context
theminorthirds (12:31:05 AM): it seems like, perhaps
theminorthirds (12:31:10 AM): you could take the "gay" out of the story
theminorthirds (12:31:19 AM): then try and create a narrative
theminorthirds (12:31:28 AM): and then see how the "gay", when added back in, changes the narrative
AnthonySEaston (12:31:35 AM): tell me more
theminorthirds (12:32:08 AM): 1. Assume Milk wasn't gay, or that his gayness was unknown, etc.
theminorthirds (12:32:16 AM): 2. Could the events still be explained by other factors?
theminorthirds (12:32:22 AM): 3. Explain the events.
theminorthirds (12:32:35 AM): 4. Reintroduce the gayness. Does it seem as necessary now.
theminorthirds (12:33:00 AM): 5. Tell the story without Milk's gayness/White's homophobia being the centerpiece
AnthonySEaston (12:34:33 AM): but then, i mean who cares about land use issues and intererior infighting in the mid 70s in SF


this as well, takls alot about these issues.

1) dan white was a misunderstood man
(a) dan white killed milk because of politics and not homosexuality
(b) dan white was a homophobic bigot

2 harvey milk was v. good at manipuliting people to get his way
a harvey milk was paranoid
b harvey milk was a genuine progressive

3 the riots that followed the death of harvey milk, were teh first step into turning him into a saint, and not a human, and the latter steps, made milk famous, made sure that his memory never died, he became enshrined by governments, on local and state levels (and even nationally)
b) that enshrinement erased the difficulties in the narrative of both white and milks life.


4) it also made white into a cartoon villian, and priotirzed middle class, gay male, victimology, and avoided talking about issues of mental illness and class that white personified, even though milk was v. much about issues of mental illness and class

5) the narrative of white, of him as this perfect man (soilder, cop, firefighter, father), who hated fags so much, that he had to kill them, does a great disservice to his legacy,

i watched the harvey milk doc from 1984, and i love milk, but i keep wondering was he really a matyr because of his homosexuality, dan white, a lonley, overworked, broke, and mentally ill man, rashly resigned, and then tried to be rehired, milk and the mayor prevented that rehiring. after prison, an attempt to reintroduce himself into society resulted in killing himself, in the family station wagon, while an irish ballad first preformed by danny doyle in 1970 played.

i am not sure that this was the kill a faggot touchstone the castro was lookign for.

We have to make books cool again. You know? If you go home with somebody and they don't have books, don't fuck 'em. And DVDs don't count, either.

— John Waters,

1) 1962 was the date that Lstien joined Castelli
2) He painted a much cruder Comic STrip PAinting, in 1961, of an Engagment Scene

a couple of dozen ultra caustic single panel poltical cartoons by Mr Fish.

just in case you were wondering if the bug bear was treyf, a guide to the kosher nature of yr favourite animals.

Azariah Southworth, a fairly important xian broadcaster, basically responsbile for the jars of clay, comes out.


Ring, Lichtenstein, 1962, Oil on Canvas.
it is one of his strongest early works formally--no doubt, line and shape, and how stark it is, how it is w/o shadow--and also of scale, it is a perfect blow up of a newspaper ad. But to think of it in context of the other four, it has a preciscion that the four horsemen purposely lack, which is part of it, but the two rings, one for a man and one for a woman, seems to work as a hetero-normative challenge to the queer discourses that were starting to emerge around pop. it makes me wonder how much Lstein's delibrate and carefully precise works were meant to be against the smears and slathers of the others painterly work? (ie John's False Start Lithos, Rberg's Brace from 1962) (though two of warhol's most mechanically precise works: Small Torn Campbell's Soup Can (Pepper Pot) was amde in 1962) (you could make the arguement about the pepper pot painting, is that it in how it strips the label off of teh can, it becomes a parody of warhol's other work, it is using the prececsion of craft as a sly meta-joke, but even that joke was v. tite) (also, the brillo and the del monte boxes were made in 63, were tehy influenced by this?


and the new york rangers try to work against homophobia in hockey.

Daniel Radosh lists teh 10 best xian rock songs of all time--not a bad list, actually...this is mine:

1) Page France--Chariot
The cautious joy that this works towards, the idea that it is okay to be mildly looking forward to god, but to avoid the triumphalist desire elsewhere, and also the kids in the basement of some suburb in the midwest, making joyful noise, not self conciously amateurish, but a little bit raw.
2) Belle and Sebastion--If You're Feeling Sinister.
Aside from having one of the great pop hooks, and the glorious warmth of Murdoch;s voice, it makes the theological point, that most people love G-d not because of a seeking of presence, but of a filling of intellectual, social, and personal absences. That the last sentece talks about how that fails, how "if you are feeling sinister/go off to see a minister/he will try in vain/to take away the pain/of being a hopeless unbeleiver", suggests that christ wants yr whole person, not to work as a salve.
3) Low--I Remember
The world's best known melancholic mormon's (or at least the only ones who are out about it), create tight and ambigious metaphors about loss and desire, this one might be the saddest.
4) Danilson Familie--Flesh Thing
It's the barely controlled handclaps
5) Bob Dylan--Not Dark Yet
for the line "i still have the scars that the son could not heal"
6) Madonna--Ray of Light
for her entire career, i think, the flesh and the word, how she never really lost the catholicism thru the sex and thru the kaballah, this track has an energy adn an optism, that is absent from her earlier work.
7) Larry Norman--Why Should the DEvil Have All the Great Music.
The Bo Diddly Guitar, the sing/song work, and the belief in pleasure, the combonion of outre vocal ticks and hard won earnestness, and the kind of definsiveness, would lead the way to other weirdos.
8) Tim McGraw--Drugs or Jesus
one of the best songs about the hypocrisy of Christians and the ambiguity of saving grace.
9) Pedro The Lion--I Am Always the One Who Calls
Indie Moping but with fantastic drumming and excellent self loathing.
10) One Bad Pig-- Judas Kiss
aggro punk with a fantastic talked bit of sermon, nice bit of spectacle.
slashfood used one of my photos

the woman who told the police about abuse in the Texas FLDS Compund was an African AMerican from Colrado.


George W Bush on Deal or No Deal Last Night, Screencap via Paper Bag Notes.

paul simon is an asshole who ripped off Los Lobos.

robbie williams has spent the last decade following ufos in the desert.

more depressing news out of the Pentagon:

America's most senior general was "hoodwinked" by top Bush administration officials determined to push through aggressive interrogation techniques of terror suspects held at Guantánamo Bay, leading to the US military abandoning its age-old ban on the cruel and inhumane treatment of prisoners, the Guardian reveals today.

General Richard Myers, chairman of the US joint chiefs of staff from 2001 to 2005, wrongly believed that inmates at Guantánamo and other prisons were protected by the Geneva conventions and from abuse tantamount to torture.

this asshole was high enough up, that not knowing was deliberate ignorance.

Ngugi Wa Thong'o explains the current situation with Kenya.

five pages of McCain's almost pychopathic anger, from the washington post.

Danica Patricks wins an Indy Race.

Reich , labour secterary under Bill CLinton, endosrses Obama, doesnt help him win in Penn.

i buy a playboy about twice a year and i will for sure buy the girls of the olive garden specially issue


John Coltrane, Alabama, performed on Jazz Casual, 1963. (the precussive use of the piano here, is esp, resonent)

sonnabend estate goes to private collectors including gagosian (all the warhol's), for about 600m. the information, because she was so private, is ambigious.

easel sized
abstract painting is making a new york come back.


foxy brown, at church, after her release from jail, last sunday, via tmz.

stainless steel sciency necklaces.

i love these wrappings without presents by christine wong yap--they are like a high minimal, conceptuall based, lo fi koons. esp. the small gold ones on the white shelf.

food rationing on both coasts

edible a collection of the strangest foods on earth.



Bird Heart, Letter Press Print, 2008

Plover Circle, Collage, 2008

Antlershroom, Collage, 2008
i like the luxurious simplicity of these collages by Amy Ross.

fascianting article about he state of abortion education in health care.

mark penxa does illustration of baseball players from 1920s and 30.

naughty drawings by owl tooth. they have a really clever, low key wit, and a kind of shel silverstien style.

McCain gets 60k/yr in disability payments from the Navy.



from Reifensthal's Personal Site.
1) that she is posing with a camera, but not taking a shot, suggests the totemic power of fame the camera provided was as important as the creation of images.
2) that they are snapshots, indicates a casualness that Riefensthal never had
3) that she is posing as a hausfrau, and in the jagger photo looking up at him, underlies the rhetoric, or at least semiotics of denazifacation.
4) the images are really about how good she was at controlling her own image, of the power of her own fame, of everyone loving her as a master--just as the images of the nuba were claimed by her and her estate as her best work, to retain the facist obsession with bodies while denying it's genocidal racism.
5) the last one, is a masterpeice of tetuonic kitsch. (the seperation of kitsch nudes and art nudes, in the post nazi world, mostly centered around reifensthal, the work she did was art, the work others did continued to be kitsch, and dangerous at that--greenberg's essay avant garde adn kitsch, and i think greenbergs obsession with abstraction came from the worry about what bodies meant in germany)

two orange horses

two orange horses
Originally uploaded by PinkMoose

this erotica show put me in tears today

Untitled Image Folder.
993 Images, Digital Picture Frame, Found Dresser.

The Untitled Image Folder project consists of every image that I right clicked and saved, for the year of 2007, excepting pornography, divided by colour. Each colour moves forward in a digital slide show shown on a digital picture frame , and then begins again, as a constant loop.

Living in a culture of constant image creation and dissemination, means that the creation of taxonomies becomes ad-hoc and immediate. To be part of a digital world, with the Internet resting more and more on photos and other images, means that trading visual information becomes part of a social life and a sorting of identities (esp. in terms of social networking sites like Flickr or Facebook or the creation of blogs)

Even without the social aspect, most people who surf have a folder on their desk of miscellaneous images, stuff they found visually arresting, or funny, or erotic or the like. I wanted to figure out how to formalize and by formalizing, domesticate this instinct. By dividing the work into colours, it is to concentrate on batches of images, to make a formal and processed narrative out of the accidental daily creation of surfing and blogging.

Also because colour is in our culture often thought of as only decorative or cosmetic, allow for the images to flow with little viewer intervention. By placing it on a dresser, and by using a digital picture frame, an internet full of mavericks become branded and placed in a paddock. The picture frame, once intended for pictures of family and friends, now contain images unsourced, untitled, but firmly as part of a quotidian process.

That process is also vital, to push an entire years of consumption, into a presentation that lasts a little over an hour, indicates a future where information is becoming more and more condensed. That it contains my images, means that identity can be constructed, that the patterns of my looking, of my obsessions, and as an artist/curator, my work, only through my information consumption. The combination of object based and process based work, using formal taxonomies, with autobiography, attempts to contextualize this new information age.

I want to put it in the Plus 15 system, because I want it to be part of other people’s work and recreation life. To stop, and watch the images for a while, as a sort of home made tonic in cure of the more corporate, the more controlled and less formal work. I want them to find patterns in the images, to enjoy the work a little, and then to remember it in their mind’s eye. I want it to be an interior, personal, mirror to the larger walks and meaning seeking that we do in the city every day.

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