Modular cardboard boxes, the plain brown corrugated variety and sticky tape. We could stand here all day, staring as one by one the 'THINGS' that make up a life are hauled into a truck on moving day. I caught you more than once backing out of the door, your echo sticking in the loft. It was always nice on sunny days to sit on the window sill peering down, on the school yard of St. Ignatius School for Boys and shoppers at the Superette. The dolled up Latina's rolling spanglish drifts up...I understand something about a boy not being Goya. We would spin old Sly and Robbie records fighting over the turntable, laughing. Leaving today I unrolled some of my old figure studies and immediately rolled them back up again, shocked. I left my painting for someone else to take down, I grabbed your mirror and placed it into the truck to be moved. You keep time capsules like Warhol, full of invites, and casual old photos. Today in the sunlight, the boys drink some Bud-Lite teasing and burping rebounding their cans off the fence to land with a 'thwink' into the dumpster.
8:42 PM :
Friday, November 09, 2001
What happens when you sell off everything you own. John D. Freyer sold out ( and that's a good thing) through All My Life For Sale.com. Since December, John has sold his life's possessions on the internet auction site Ebay and has reduced his personal belongings down to what will fit into his 1994 White Honda Civic, all of which will also be for sale. He is exploring a host of personal tourist destinations based on objects from his life, which he has dispersed across the country via his online performance project, follow him via Temporama.
8:31 PM :
How the iPod will change computing and Apple says there's no way to sync the iPod to two different computers, sez who?!?! and finally, oh this is just silly... won't you ring my tone ring my tone.
Like a drug, history takes me out of myself, saves me from myself. It shelters me from the raw, unpredictable encounter with artworks: It's safe, it's calm, and it's entertaining. It's very pleasureful. It has all the traits of a deadly drug.
I'll take Manhattan,
the Bronx, and Staten Island too,
it's lovely going through the zoo
It's very fancy on old Delancey Street,
you know.The subway charms us so,
when balmy breezes blow to and fro
We'll try to cross' Fifth Avenue.
As black as onyx We'll find the Bronnix
Park Express. Our Flatbush flat, I guess,
Will be a great success, More or less.
7:11 PM :
Thursday, November 08, 2001
A whole book on the baloney poney.
I've been a Sun convert since they ran that hilarious headline back on June 26. 1989 "SPACED OUT" cried the cover in bold letters, "11,000 youngsters go drug crazy at Britain's biggest ever acid party."It was reported that party goers were 'biting the heads off pigeons' while 'silver foil ecstasy wrappers littered the floor'. Millions of youngsters chucked off their Rick Astley records in search of a behemoth laugh, now that's an advert!
My Mom's weapon of choice was the orange hot wheel track, I still get the giggles picturing her having a hoo haa chasing me around the back yard, trying not to collapse in laughter.
Oh I used to be disgusted
and now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have gotten rusted,
you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Given the Surrealist fixation with sex, it seems appropriate that the most enthusiastic advocates of the movement today are in advertising Ekow Eshun considers what Surrealism means to us seventy-six years after Breton's manifesto. Desire Unbound Surrealism and Advertising from the BBC and a truly entertaining interview with artist Terry Gilliam of Monty Python fame. More you say?
I've had a surrealist moment as of late. E!'s Joan and Melissa River's Hag-a-thon Golden Hanger award...Moby wins as a male fashion breakthrough then accepts via a pre-recorded statement wearing a lovely track suit. Hey, I liked the red suit from last year!
4:26 PM :
Wednesday, November 07, 2001
In regards to the donations collected by the various organizations and including the Sept. 11 fund set up by Congress. I can't understand why the money isn't making it to the victims in an expedient fashion. After all, isn't the Red Cross, United Way and various other organizations collecting interest on this money? The head of the Red Cross resigns citing differences, the United Way organization finally appointed a new head today and Congress is quibbling over how the funds should be distributed. I've heard the argument about the purpose of the aid is to make victims and their families 'sound', not to enrich them at the expense of the taxpayers. Fat cats and lawmakers discussing a cap on the aid and restrictions for those who collect collateral compensation (pensions, life insurance etc. that they are right to collect) Did we actually give to the victims? Or did we give to help run administrations so they could pad the balance sheet. Go ahead become infuriated as well. I'm glad I gave the majority of my money to the Firemen. I could go on ranting, I won't, but there was something really satisfying about dropping a wad of cash into the boot of some honest hardworking hottie who you are certain will see to it that someone will finally be helped by your donation.
You have no doubt seen the Umbra style Garbo style trash can knock offs at Target or the luxurious looking Nambe-like vases at Ikea. Karim Rashid wants to change the world and he's doing a pretty swell job. With a career that began at age nineteen, Rashid is now forty and the author of more than two hundred eye-popping designs, ranging from coat racks to mailboxes, perfume packaging to lighting, tableware to high fashion. Beautiful and simple his objects are about transforming phenomenologically and semiotically, a pure and memorable tactile reflection of NOW. His manifesto includes statements like; ""People project meaning onto objects. If an object allows you to interact with it, then it becomes part of your being, and over time you see things in it that first you might not have seen," and ""I want industrial design to be a public subject. I want people to love objects the way they love clothing." I know I would love it babe, if you dropped the price by 50% or so, I'm just dying to love your things. For now I will settle for the book, a mousepad and some sexy vinyl dipped desk accessories available at all Totem shoppes and online.
8:47 AM :
Tuesday, November 06, 2001
There is a new drug out on the market called Ginko-Viagra, it helps you to remember what the fuck you're doing or should that be who the fuck you're doing?
The top 50 Punk Rock songs of all time. And, ye ol' flyers from ye ol' local fanzines, wasn't tomorrow wonderful?
Rumors of war on this [U]rban Legends site. Seperate true statements from statements of undetermined or ambiguous veracity. Sigh-Cop (CSICOP) tracks more misinformation hell! it's a giant warehouse of hoaxes. Word to ya Mutha, yub yub.
This goes along with the Simpson's article of yesterday - What Americans do best is domesticate things. That is what is happening here. An unprecedented assault on mainland America is being turned into sentimental psychobabble, an occasion for nationwide counselling or politically correct pseudo-courses. Daft as these things are, they are like tea and crumpets to the Americans - they exude the cosy glow of home.
8:42 AM :
Monday, November 05, 2001
'I hope that little will change about the indomitable four-fingered family that resides in a pink bungalow on Evergreen Terrace. For nothing has summed up the promise and confusion of American life in the post-cold-war era better than ''The Simpsons.'' Nothing else has harnessed the accumulated energies and memory traces of the civilization with so much intelligence and originality.' Lets hope that episodes like The City of New York vs. Homer Simpson are never lost.
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