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Roman Lisquidation
It’s official.
Whether this is one step closer to a goat remains to be determined. If any of y’all ‘ve been meaning to get some Calamari now’s the time.
Living Architectures
There’s an interesting exhibit, “Living Architectures,” going on now for those in NYC at the Storefront for Art & Architecture (conveniently across the street from La Esquina where you can get a taco after).
“Living Architectures” is a series of films that seeks to develop a way of looking at architecture which turns away from the current trend of idealizing the representation of our architectural heritage. The cult of perfect, disembodied forms entirely devoid of people, inevitably leads to a break-up between architecture and living space.”
For example, in Koolhaas, the P.O.V. follows the maid and window cleaners as they go about cleaning this sterile & automated home. Here’s the trailer from this one:
what i talk about when i talk about ruBBing
New Digs for the Fancy Avian Platter…
[more pics of our new loft & an invite to NY clusterflockers to the [belated] Sleepingfish 8 launch/loft-warming shindig here]
Sleepingfish 8
Sleepingfish 8 is now available, featuring literary text objects by: Cooper Renner, Diane Williams, Dennis Cooper, Elliott Stevens, Tim Jones-Yelvington, Alec Niedenthal, Amelia Gray, Matt Bell, David Ohle, Evelyn Hampton, Émilie Notéris, Ottessa Moshfegh, Christine Schutt, M. T. Fallon, Daniel Grandbois, Julie Doxsee, Terese Svoboda, Blake Butler, Stephen Gropp-Hess, Ali Aktan Aşkın, Ryan Call, Anna DeForest, Sasha Fletcher, Nina Shope, Rachel May, David McLendon, Eugene Lim, The Brothers Goat, Lito Elio Porto & Adam Weinstein & cover art by Eduardo Recife.
You can view a linear narrative formed from sentences from each author & a setlist of music from current & past sleepingfish contributors online: http://sleepingfish.net/8/line.htm
Amen
They decided they could live without running water, shower, bath or a working toilet, but they had to have broadband Internet access.
Full story of couple living in a yurt in the middle of who knows where.
P.S. Più «rubBEings» Romana
I dispatched another batch of Roman «rubBEings» on my 5cense site. Here’s a composite video collage of the collages [interlaced with starling footage]:
Cindy gets first dibs gratis & the first other clusterflocker to wake up & ping me also gets one free. It is xmas eve after all though more importantly for me it’s our 13th anniversary.
Rome rubBEing off on me
When in Rome, Douche as the Romans.
If Japanese have perfected the art of pooping, then the Italians have perfected the art of showering. I half-expected to be teleported to another planet when I stepped into this contraption:
There are 14 different nozzles from which water or steam issues forth–essentially a stand-up (or sit-down if you are brave enough to bare-bottom shared vinyl) Jacuzzi. Besides the 6-8 different options and temperature controls for either steam or jets, it also had piped in music to your choosing. The metal strip over the head provides for a dispersed waterfall effect, my favorite option.
Happy Huexoloti Day Y’all
Yet another great food whose origins lie in Mexico, not Turkey as the misplaced name might lead you to think…
“The Aztecs had named these too-fat-for-flight birds huexoloti (Meleagris gallopavo). But that complicated moniker was virtually left behind on Central American terrains when some of these permanently grounded birds were transported to Spain and Portugal and beyond. As they came from what was thought to be the Indies somewhere near what became India, their initial names in Europe contained some form of the term “indi.” Even when they were quickly taken across the trade routes of the Mediterranean and pathways connecting the population centers of the Middle East, they retained a name that connected them to islands on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. It was only when some of their fattened offspring were transported from Islamic farms at the eastern end of the Mediterranean to England that they acquired an entirely new name that connected them with the Middle East and not with America. Bearing in England the name “turkey,” they were transshipped to pilgrim settlers in North America where they displaced their wild cousins and eventually became the favored Thanksgiving bird for virtually all Americans.”
London, Claro & J.G. Ballard
I finally got around to posting some photos/jaded thoughts from London, this first dispatch whilst reading Claro’s Electric Flesh & this second dispatch whilst reading J.G. Ballards’s The Drowned World. Apologies to anyone who likes London, I wasn’t feeling it.
It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s…
… kind of like a car but infinitely long & super fast & comes every three minutes, always on time & not once derailed…faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive… it’s the Japanse Shinkansen …
Licklider the Seed-planting Antichrist and yOUR Privacy
Maybe you’ve seen it already, but there’s an ever-insightful musing by David Byrne on the internet, the death of books & other antiquated media, psychoacoustics & silence, the continual rebirth & research into new technologies, and the implications on our personal lives, amongst other things, in that clever way that Byrne manages to make it all seem inter-related. These things have been weighing heavily on my mind lately, in particular the proliferation of “social-networking” technology.
“Privacy and security, as much as we might strive for them, are phantoms that we chase but can never truly catch. As much as we love getting information, data, media and connections, so we ourselves become available as data. Social websites like MySpace, Facebook and Twitter seem to use these conflicting urges — the urge to reveal oneself to the world, in all one’s intimate details, and yet simultaneously maintain some kind of privacy. Good luck with that.”
It seems to me this inevitable “creative destruction” is transferring creativity from the art objects themselves to the technological framework in which they exist, all driven by capitalistic urge. The privacy issues of facebook, twitter, etc. are not really what concern me, so much as content ownership issues. Or not so much ownership as artistic control. Thoughts?
Kyoto Station
The Company the Avian Admiral Keeps
I like our avian platter best in the morning light. I think our Malinese & Ethiopian statues like it as well. Thanks again Cindy!
Words to Live By
More from Tokyo, including images of the Japanese translation of Norman Lock’s Land of the Snow Men…
Further Proof that the Japanese Think of Everything
When I got out of the shower I looked in the mirror & behold:
Yes, they have heaters behind the mirrors that perfectly defog it in key spots.
Posted my first dispatch from Tokyo, though I’m now in London, jet-lagged & blog-lagged. Cheers.
Pooping, Japanese Style
Thought Deron might enjoy this… the options on our toilet at our first hotel in Tokyo:
The difference between “Spray” & “Bidet” was subtle, but noticeable. Basically, as you might expect, though spray might better be called high-powered jet nozzle.
An additional feature not listed is the initial automatic courtesy flush to avoid embarrassing noises. Apparently this comes standard with all Japanese toilets.
Here’s our toilet now in Kyoto:
I haven’t had a chance to try the “oscillating” feature yet.
The only place I have seen such well-equipped toilets in the states is at Hisake in NYC.
Genuflecting on Derrida’s Archive from Bangkok
Next stop, Tokyo.
to Bangkok reading Atmospheric Disturbances and Shadowplay
Dispatch from Bangkok, in which your trusty guide reviews Rivka Galchen & the new book by Norman Lock…
Deterritorializing Deleuze & Guattari Across the Schizophrenic States of America
My latest dispatch from our X-country trip whilst reading Anti-Oedipus…
Fuzzy Dice Hanging from the Rearview Mirror
What’s with them?
I have my theories.
Sum DEconstructive THoughts on bReading into DERRida
the FIrST thing that popped into my bRAIN this morning were the words “I came on her face” | not the actION of it but the WORDs | obvIOUsly a LOaded SENTENCE | most people would probablimMEDIATEly conJURE a bad VISual & regard it with dis taste o if they took PLEASurE from it ‘ it’s in a dirty o pornoGRAPHIC way | but think about the WORDs: I CAME ON HER FACE | an orgasm could be a rich OReCHASM with a sLight shift in your berrain:
Changing my soles but keeping the stache
The way some of you’all get your knickers bunched up over a car is how I get about running shoes.
