i really loved this set of photos, of people in chicago neighbourhoods, combo of street photography, and avedon's pure white backgrounds, colour though. BY Adam Novak, Sara Collins, and Andrew Zoechbauer

a cultural hsitory of the meerschaum pipe.

i have no idea what panda as a food stuff is, but these ads totally reflect the whiny, slightly bitchy and entitled qualities i find in the animals.

`10 extreme close ups of abex painting, from the show at moma right now--including two motherwells.

violent homophobic attack, actually in the washroom of Stonewall.

the scrim for the new midtown manhattan mosque, is reminiscent of both high modernist sky scrapers in the neighborhood, and traditional Islamic geometric decorative forms. Soma architechts did a really good job at maintainting its islamic heritage while making it a quitensetally american building.

evil people in moderniist homes in popular films.


Motherfucker on a Motorcycle, MAchine Gun Fellatio.

much of the narrative of the finical collapse in recent months has been this idea of people buying things that they cannot afford, and the moralist attachment of self worth to capital--what has been hidden, and what is quickly coming to light, is much of the foreclosure mess is dark magic and fraud.

alexandra rowley photographs her father's ties, as part of an attempt to document his positions after he died.

this Game Table by Osvaldo Borsani has some anita ekberg elegance going on, and the colour is just pretty as all fuck.

Twombly's letters of resignation are a poetic realization that all language will eventually fall into entropy--the entropy of the written form an inability to communicate, the worn off printing press, the erasure, the black mark, the word forgotten or never known, it is a rueful and elegiac formalist discourse on that which can never be fully or properly had. His use of both industrial paint and domestic materials (graphite, coloured pencils) also suggests a pre fall, pre lingustic state that he postions near a neo-classicism (& not the hygenic neo-classicism of mies/co) and a babbling of buerocatic interests. Done really early, they also work as impt transiton peices b/w the abexers and the more conceptual language workers. on now at Zwiner and Worth, 12 of the 38 are online. 25 is my favourite. (it is also v. v. small 10x10 inches!)


Love Beth Ditto's voice.

fela kuti and mj album sized mash up

reading drummer magazine at the leather archiveas this year, i was impressed by a lot of thigns, its grpahic design, the caliber of the writing, the amusing awarensess of strangeness, the devotion to a radical queer aesthetic and how sexual practice and aesthetic practice were often olne, it was well written, horribly filthy, a great time, and a vital political document. The editor Embry died last week, in SF

frat boys yelling about rape outside of a women's dorm, should at least be acitonable. it is the most offensive thing i have heard in a v long time.

Merkel something is only a failure if you actually try it and find it does not work--the guestworker program is nto a failure of multiculturalism, it is a success of the parochial and racist attiude that europe has to racialised others (cf Algerians in France, Carribeans and Indians in England, Somalis and SEnegalse in Holland) This is not their problem in not intergrating, it is yr problem in refusing to acknowledge their personhood.

gordon matta clark's holes in buildings has an epic qaulity that avoids the presence, that overwhelms and seems violent in other monumentalists.

long interveiw with julius schulman on taschen's website is delightful.

4 photos of the removal of a llama's fighting teeth.

fantastic take down of the problematic sexual politics of Glee's RHPS episode.

the monolith from 2001, as an action figure.

amon carter digitalises Steigliesz radical photog journal 291

consice explination about how a miller mayor was a good time for toron to.

hiring richard mier to build a 40m dollar building is about as good a choice, as assuming that yr elderly parshishoners will keep donating, add those to figures to a rather banal power grab between Schuller's son and his daughters, the bankruptcy of the Crystal Cathedral is not news--what i am wondering about, is if it is symbolic of a greater downfall in the prosperity gospel movement, Schuller is pretty unique in american christendom, and an interesting bridge b/w flash and mainline protstants, but hes no rick warren.

today was the fifth time that i have apperaerd naked on the stages of buddies, but the first time i shrimped a pirate

four culture things that are haunting me of late:

a) sarah kane's blasted--pat and i left the theater, thinking to ourselves, well that was a formal excercise in shoving as much offensiveness as possible into 90 minutes--and that was part of it, but it was also a formal discussion of compactness, and the difficulties of describing the horror of our everyday life, of making violence less rhetorical and more emobodied--imagine john webster and harold pinter rewriting no exit.
b) el antusi's peak mountain set at rom. first thing--why this show isn't at the ago, and the ethnographic history of that is a problem, but this one peice, a group of mountains constructed out of the gold lids of peak canned milk, has everything. it is beautiful, and it is redemptive, and it is easy enough for a five yr old to say shiny (& one did), but it is also about how ghana was once an empire of gold, and ghana was the place where gold was made from slaves--the push and pull of commerce, acculmated into carefully constructed piles of detrius, has an intensity that rises and falls, like an undertow, never breaking the surface.
c) david hutton at mocca, the room is black, and there is a set of diaramas, of common places, exquisite, slightly gimmicky, but at the end of the show, i was genuinely afraid of the dark.
d) pae white's two peices, one of smoke, which i wrote of before on this blog, but which also has a connection between digital media and new history. there is also a v. funny, v. big, one on one translation of a 1970s macrame and green yarn peice that was printed onto a white field, complete wtih auction tags. whites work is exactly about what it means to translate the empeheral into the tangible, but the addition of digital complicaitons made it much more complicated and kind of ravishing.

Matching Text and Tune


Praise to God, Immortal Praise (VU 521) sung to Forty Days and Forty Nights. (VU 114)
The French folk melody used for Hymn 521, in Voices United, was originally used as a part of a satricial cycle of songs for advent. This tune, specifically, was intended as a song that was intended to greet the donkey that delivered the Christ child. This transference of something that was intended to mock sentimentality, into something explicitly sentimental is a problem. 1 One of the ways of solving the problem is to move the tune away from its history and into something more discreet. The Martin Herbst' tune that is used with the hymn Forty Days and Forty Nights has a sensuality, and a sophistication, that is musically rich enough to simultaneously under-gird notions of bounty, and notions of love, without moving the tune into historical traps.


O God of all the Many Lands (VU 523) sung to Kingsfold.

Kingsfold is thought to be an archetypal English tune, though ironically it is the exact tune as the Irish folk tune Stars of the Country Town, which suggests that borders might be more pliable then we like to think of. It would be a bit of an inside joke, but for a hymn about the failures of national borders, it is one that fits. There are also less insidery reasons to make this switch. Kingsfold is a rousing anthem , whose energy matches the wonder and awe of the natural world found in the lyrics. As well, t here is a modesty, and an ease to singing that provides a useful correction to some of the other options triumphalism.

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land carpet designed to look like the landscapes from the air.

interesting article on the first child ever diagnosed with autism.


Gold Panda are a ryhtymic, abstract, band from London, Quitters Raga is a way of melding classical indian music to modern electronic methods of cut and paste. It is geniunely beautiful, with the starting and starting of the electronic noise nestling into the drone and repetition of the raga's motif--not quite a remake, but fascinatingly cross cultural. The video is quite attractive as well.

semen as invisble ink

this proteshtic fin for a dolphin.

marclay's new project is to make a 24 hour video peice, cut and pasted from the clocks of fond film and television, sort of a warholian lengthed version of his telepone peice. It's a great article, esp. since most tv clocks are set to nothing resembling real time.

50 state welcome signs.


Bill Hicks on his worst gig ever.

sex abuse victim from the deaf school in minnepolis, is sueing the pope.



john cyr does these really kind of obvious, memento mori, hyper minimal shots of devolpers trays, that they are attached to a specific photographer, and a specific process has a depth that avoids otherwise.

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Image from Teruyoshi Hayashida's Take IVy, a previously impossible to find book of ivy leauge fashion photography, now reissued by powerhouse books

these fotos of wisconsin taverns, avoid the anthropology and working class slumming of most of these kind of projects.

green on green octopus fabric

6 watercolours of Lohan's cour apperance--the smidge of red on the black stilletos is the mark of a true artist.

ohamerica, never change


This collection of Hi Sallys, made on the set of Inglorius Basterd, as an inside joke, suggests how intimate Menkes rship with TArintino was, and how TArintino is an almost egoless film maker--more then willing to suggest that his style and his skill rest on the genius of his editor, or the consumate skill of his actors...Menkes died this week, and the idea of film as a collabrative medium, even in the most auter of the film geek directors, is one of her legacies.

best porn title eva

9 photos of nixon on a tropical vacation.

cutest video of capybaras i might have ever seen.

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Eggleston, mid 80s.

jon watts memorial to his friend who died in iraq, is a clarion call towards the generiosity of quaker experience, and the importance of personal anecdotes, it is small, and local, and international, it features the communcation we engage in, and the failures that occur there as well.

A bronzio painting of a nude dwarf is found for the first time in 3 centuries.

virgina bans cul de sacs in new devolpments

americans puroposely infected people in Gautlemela with syphillis in the 1940s.

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Wil Barrington's portrait of me--love the body, love the beard.

BR305.2 .L486 1996 Carl Lindberg European Reformation

Derrida...who sees, interestingly, for the present purpose, a much more probleamtic reationship between speech and writing than that proposed by the anthropologists idea of writing as n insufficent and super imposed substuite for natural speech. Derridas skepticism, which places both speech and writing in the the position of insufficency, where the signs are not just different from one other (as in Saussure) but lead to endlessly deferred meanings, is in strong controst to Rosseua's romanticism, with its belief in the supoerity of the natural. In the writing/singing of hymns, however, Derrida's idea of 'the unstable realtionship between couples such as speech/writing is one which correpssonds to the protean adapbility and changeability of a hymn text...

Watson, the English Hymn, 23/4

two days with t--convo, art watching, showing him toronto, telling him stories, gossip, a little sex, some trading notes on general culture.

something tender about going back to my bathroom, and seeing the shower curtain tucked neatly into the edge of the tub, because i bathe.

"Colm Tóibín reminded me of a favourite joke (LRB, 19 August). Terence Cardinal Cooke of New York convened his bishops and ordered that in accordance with new austerity measures all clergy at Mass would henceforth be required to limit their number of attending altar boys to one and also to wear simple black robes rather than the usual colourful garb. All agreed. Mass the following Sunday began with a parade of obedient clergy: one boy per bishop, all black. But when Terence Cardinal Cooke entered the church, he was preceded and followed by no fewer than eight handsome boys and was dressed, head to toe, in beautiful robes of purple, red and gold. After he took his seat, the bishop seated in the row behind him leaned forward and whispered in his ear: ‘Terence, you bitch.’

Scott Haas
Cambridge, Massachusetts"

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the lies "crisis centres" use to desuade women from their reproductive choice.

i have been using the simplest fone i can find--i have been a fan of fones work as fones, and the like. this is even simpler, and this makes me v excited

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Jake Gyllenhaal is just going thru my fetishes, this time for floor sex with wifebeater.

the army times writes a quite cold, quite accurate depiction of five us soilders charged with murder for killing afghan civillians.

pyschatric cuddly toys.

Belgium's sexual abuse report, has slightly smaller numbers but its instutional power and its culture of sexual assualt are remarkable similar.


the worst thing about the country strong trailer (and there are a number of v bad things) is that it means gwyenth paltrow has a song on the country charts as we speak.

12 photos of amy adams beverly hills home, look at those slate floors.


Prince of SCotland McGinley and Tilda

Cordy Ryman--you gotta think of his daddy (robert) and his momma (Merill Wagner) are the most severe, rigous painters in the second half of the 20th century--Wagner much more severe, because her painting has a harder edge, and lacks the throw shit at a wall and see what sticks aesthetic, and so where does he go, with the ragged, the ugly, the badly put togther, the clashing, and the unharmonious--the exactly anti-exprimental, and not giving a shit that seems almost freudian in its refusal. A bunch of works here, i still don't know what i think but i think that i find them at least vital in the belly

overnight bag made out of firefighter canvases jacket.

George Lois's apartment is filled with all sorts of aborigianl art from africa and the arctic. also sexy furniture.

9 cakes floating in bodies of water, with how to guide--amazing photographic work, combines domestic kitsch, ed ruscha and wayne theibuad.


Todd Haynes, Mildred Peirce, w Kate Winslet

the history of sexuality the opera.

vintage rocket wallpaper.

retro styled, gorgeous deco bikes, in amazing colours, including a bright orange red .

dutch style de stijl high chair from the 50s, looks like the missing link b/w van doesberg's architechtual design, and judd's furniture style.

broadway baptist in fort worth splits from the general conveiton over glbtq issues.


song about handjobs, including some v. funny watergate puns.

nikolai alexyev, the pride leader of moscow, was kidnapped, drugged, threanted, and then returned to his apartment, in the last few days.

the aqua teen hunger force meatwad hot air balloon, yrs for 70k

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velvet shorts! driving moccassins! a crocdile car coat by hermes! a black silk t shirt! oh, alt this is my o face.

jens wildoffS photos of the ddr prove that dull beurocratic offices are the same world over.

10 paintings of Shuichi Nakano's waiting for paradise are paintings of city sized wildlife in japanese cities, love the pirahanas, giraffes and hippos.

women in art and fashion with meat says what it says in the tin--make sure to stay for the batshit, overly literal carole scheelman peice meat joy.

worlds strongest spiderwebs found in austrilia

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Robyn, yr self ironic deconstruction of bubblegum as broken heart lonlienss, makes me both sad and happy.

working on radner's essay and talking to aida today, its supposed to be a circulum to teach 15 yr olds sexual values in a religious setting--but what do you tell a fifteen yr old about fucking, except maybe do it all the time, with yr hand and with a person if you can find it--all of the lessons of sex, the holiness, the sharing of grace, the minor disasters and major heart breaks can only exist in the context of action, of bodies moving (sometimes wiht other bodies) in space.

you can tell them to be safe, but you cannot tell them to protect themselves completely.

I am against Hadopi [the French internet-copyright law, or its attendant agency], of course. There is no such thing as intellectual property. I'm against the inheritance [of works], for example. An artist's children could benefit from the copyright of their parents' works, say, until they reach the age of majority... But afterward, it's not clear to me why Ravel's children should get any income from Bolero...

Godard

yellow and green on green

yellow and green on green
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are we really calling 9/11 patroits day, is that really a thing now?

I was with a colleague from Parsons, and we had been discussing the will-she-or-won't-she-take-the-elevator question, so we ran over to the elevator bay to see if Anna would deign to get on. She wasn't there. Then we looked over the stairway railing. And what did we see but Anna being carried down the stairs. The bodyguards had made a fireman's lock and were racing her from landing to landing. She was sitting on their crossed arms

tim gunn via jezebel.

madmen supercut of every cigarette smoked.

quite extensive collection of western swing tracks, ripped mostly from 78s.

the vatican rejected the resignations of irish bishops who did the moral thing about kid fucking.

the first digital camera, from 1978, by kodak, looks like one of those instuaitonal peices of heavy iron, something medical or something like a microfiche.

tony judt's essay on his sleeping or not sleeping while dying of ALS has the horror of the uncontrolled body, the body that will never mantain it's own ability to maintain its' own structure--the body as traitor:

I am then covered, my hands placed outside the blanket to afford me the illusion of mobility but wrapped nonetheless since—like the rest of me—they now suffer from a permanent sensation of cold. I am offered a final scratch on any of a dozen itchy spots from hairline to toe; the Bi-Pap breathing device in my nose is adjusted to a necessarily uncomfortable level of tightness to ensure that it does not slip in the night; my glasses are removed…and there I lie: trussed, myopic, and motionless like a modern-day mummy, alone in my corporeal prison, accompanied for the rest of the night only by my thoughts.

first female gondalier ever in venice

here is amy fung's review of my show at lat. once again, i think she gets me, knows what i am tyrying to do, when i fail and when i succeed. i thot of the show at lt as generally a failure, so i was pleased that rshe was more positive then she was, though the obv. problems are elucidated.

scott pilgrim the comic and scott pilgrim the movie, are a sort of post-indie, post apatow discussion of how to be an adult, and how to be masculine, in a world that recognizes the misogyny/homophobia of the world, and the exhaustion of modes of representation. You are not supposed to like Pilgrim, or at least the hatred of him is modulated by how he grows older, and who are considered villans, are now humans. The movie does this less then the books (Esp. w. the charachter of Envy), and the film is much more streamlined, and deals with knives and envy worse, but the point is sill present. This awl article argues that in the books, the pr esence of female narratives is much stronger, and that the movie disallows MAlley's femminism, which might actually have a point.

dandd sports jerseys.

journalistic warning stickers.


Grinderman, Heathen CHild, delibrately amatuerish, with gross colours and odd demons, like a childs bible class

dorchester one of the few remaining pulp manufacters, and i think the last one to do westerns, is moving to ebook--considering that romance and western are mostly working class diversions and have been for a long time, i wonder what this means for people who cannot afford a 3oo kindle.

for some reason i keep thinking about hole, about what it meant to me when i was 14, and what it means to me now--maybe because Courtney is touring again, or maybe because her last album was shit, or maybe because i think that he made the greatest rock and roll singles of the 90s, and then lost it, and there is sadness of found expectations. I had a long cht with David P last night about this whole mess, about earnestness and autheticity, and this matthew harris essay about hole explains i think why i like her--why i trust people who can only be ironic and sincere at the same time, that hte paratext and the text, have to intertwince:

It also just boils down to this: authenticity is gossip. Courtney wasn’t authentic because she did this or slept with him. But gossip fades away. No one cares about old arguments. When they aren’t being nostalgic, what people care about in old songs is hooks and emotion. Listen to “Olympia” again, and that’s all you’ll hear: hooks and emotion.

(the conversation started with a conversation about why ray, pat, d, and i love robyn--i mean i love robyn for the same reason i love courtney and the same reason i love brit, and similar reasons to why i love MIA, the boys/d's mmv.)


Fuck Me Ray Bradbury.

amusingly bitchy tea party t shirts.

these felted creatures by Dragon Fly Ducky, are gorgeous.

Harper is an asshole, fox news are agit prop forewards for some v. v. nasty people, and yest the CRTC protectionist tendecies make me feel a little upset. who to cheer for.



Contact Juggling, Amazing Contact Juggling, For D.

radner on sex/jesus

two thots:

a) he uses old fashioned words, homosexual, hermphradite, as opposed to the new ones, even the old new ones.
b) he started the class wiht his bonofides, wiht being in berkley from the 70s, and mentioning friends dying of aids and the sexual revoutlion's problems with women. one of his readings, hays did the same thing.

then we spent most of the rest of the class talking about the bible, old follows new, and epistles following gospels, a solid list of themes on the board.

With one steamy reference to the homosexual underworld, any writer transformed his or her novel, no matter how conventional its shape, into something outré and avant-garde. But with liberation, the subject was effectively normalized. So began the age of the traditionally plotted, realistic, worldly gay novel in which likeable gay characters dealt likeably with traditional everyday traumas.

Cooper

this is the central question of queer life now--were the hisotorical choices that we made through the 80s to systematically dismantle the underground the best choices for the perservation of our culture, ethically and morally.

saw an elderly gentleman fall today, major head gash, bleeding into the glass behind voc college, bees would stop and look at the crimson grass, eventually two family residents from timmins stopped to help, and then the ambulance came

I went to Saint Johns School of Alberta for two years, grades 7 and 8. This year I have been thinking about the school this year because it shut down, because I have become Anglican, because I am ready to handle what it gave me. All of this is personal, the trauma and the ruptures that happened in that school were the expected ones, and those traumas are personal. I could tell you them, and you would not be surprised.

The personal is political, and the church is responsible for its history. I thought about these ideas when making this work. I thought about other things too: I thought about how grace can be transferred, about how to make the heft of guilt and mourning tangible, about corporate responsibility. I thought about the ephemera of religiosity, how we carry ceremonies in breviaries and prayerbooks or how we carry our temporal history. I thought about Felix Gonzales-Torres, who expressed his mourning, his uniquely catholic mourning, in rituals of transference. He would create posters to carry away, or piles of candy the exact weight of the combined bodies of his weight, and his lovers body.

The project I have proposed has three parts. There will be three piles of posters, smaller then Torres' work (11x17 or so) recreated through analog sources, scanned and made digital in order to be disseminated.

One of the posters will have two images from a homme d'nor ceremony. Cribbed from Canadian history, remade to be vaguely Christian, it was what happened when we went half way through the year's final canoe trip. Stripped to our waist, we said prayers, were beaten with pine or spruce branches. Afterwards in a parody of the Eucharist, we would have a shot of rum. The photos here are photos that have a specific time and place, with the bright orange time stamp, but are repeated, historically—they become a simulacrum of an event that might or might not have never happened.

One of the posters will be a enlargement of a information card from the Alberta Report, a paleo-conservative, and very pious magazine founded in Saint Johns and which later determined Western Canadian religious politics for a decade. This is part of the public response to Saint Johns—what the school wanted to be thought of, and what it was thought of.

The last poster is a photograph I took, the only photograph I took, when the show was shut down, a year ago. I brought a friend, and we wandered around the deserted campus, in early spring. The snow is melting—formally connecting the water in the Homme D'Nor photos, with the melted snow, and extending the metaphor of temporariness.

Though this is my history—the continued issues of trauma, masculinity, the construction of identity, the use of history to construct narratives of cohesion, the textual interventions that mark Christian lives, and what it means to make and keep pictures. I think that because this is about Anglican history, and much of my practice is about vernacular and unusual placements I think that it would deepen and complicate the matrice of meaning that are inherent in the work, if it is present in an ecclesiastical context.