Monday, March 31, 2008

Oh What a Difference A Space Makes (Part of a perpetual dialogue that has already begun)

- we live our lives not in a process of covering or uncovering...but in a kind of dialectic, wherein we are constantly covering up one aspect of our (personalities? desires? fears? insecurities?) as we are uncovering another...we live in a world of binary opposition, and of course, we set ourselves the goal of eventually uncovering everything, but really we should just be honest with ourselves about the fact that at this moment one thing is bare and one thing is obscured and in the next moment, it will be different
- we like what we like in art because the art that we like looks like us...we see ourselves in is the most meaningful uncovering process...because we abdicate guilt and blame it on the artist and simultaneously are relieved of the burden of covering...we see a part of ourselves reflected in the work of art, but what is most ironic, is that we each see something different - you, i, and the artist - we all see something entirely different the question becomes, is what we see actually there? yes, insofar as we are actually there...

Above are some thoughts I was writing down at the beginning of the semester that I never finished. I submit to you, dear reader, that by placing them here on the internetletter, they are, somehow, finished (read: published -- at any rate).

I am still interested in exploring these ideas. And I hope to continue to do so (as the subject of this post suggests) over time.

I am also fascinated by the change in value given to things due to the environment in which they are placed. For example, how is narrative, cinematic film called "video art" in the galery and "independent cinema" at the Film Forum? Yes, I do mean "how," for I take this to mean what is the process that we have gone through to get to this label of video art or independent cinema. As opposed to why. Which is another good question to ask. Why is about what those labels do for us as selfish individuals and differently selfish members of a larger society.

I wish I had more time to write more.
I will later.

Hey Risa

I had a deja vu while browsing the first three paragraphs of articles. I just wish I had written this right when it happened.

I was drinking tea, I was not doing work, I read this article, I thought about Africa, a client walked about behind me, I suppressed anxiety about the democratic fantasy to do the job, and after my meeting all that was left was a lingering recognition of a repeated experience.

But look, China!:

Yeah, you don't need to worry about this blog being boring. But I'm not as interested in confusing hyperlinks as you.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Is it still funny?

I wonder how long it will take for this to get old.
But then, if it's not boring after 10 years, I guess it stands a good chance of being one of those blogs with a healthy monthly archive.

I think we should agree to get rid o--
I was going to say "I think we should agree to get rid of it if we stop using it," but then I realized part of the point of this is to leave our footprint upon the internets. Regardless of how successful this blog is.

Handprints left on people, or something like that, from Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters.

A terrible cliched anology about learning to swim.

A funny immoral remark about drowning. Drowning kittens in the toilet. Nina. In the toilet. Fuckers peed in the fucking litterbox.

It's done.
The First Post.

I gotta go do homework.