Thursday, September 19, 2002
What if you were a Lego? Picture it in plastic w/the Mini-Mizer.
7:00 AM :

Wednesday, September 18, 2002
Grabbing metal I was in serious rabid attack mode in the gym. Ripping the weight up the cold hard iron felt light and pliable, the steam from my hands melting, every rep building. Shot through mechanized and controlled, It's sport this real shit eating grin, focused on raking up the anger, plugging into my power pack. It's just how I work this event. Blood rushing gleaming hardness, shaking a bit from the pump, the coolest part. I feel strong and funny, a bit melty by the end-and that's a good thing. Truthfully, I often feel a little pukey when I lift, a little like I want to vomit, so I chew gum, or eat mentos. I'm the gym size Freshmaker! It's quite a site, always chomping away while I'm pushing the weights. Some boys 'chew' while lifting, spitting the nasty brown goo into a clear plastic cup. Really gross shit, but it's easy to ignore drooling monsters (see Ford 150s baseball caps and Pearl Jam) Afterwards grabbed a large pizza from Maria's Roman Room, which felt like a carbo load. I'm now staring down a pile of reading that must be completed for tomorrow, it all looks like lines of endless nonsense, but will jump the hoop and gather up the info. Listening to the local jazz station, heavy on the Stan Getz, I'm getting a bit woozy. Putting my glasses on, running back and forth from the computer to the bathroom to wash face, brush teeth, post, a chapter here and there...paragraph. The cold evening air is lulling me to sleep, me I disconnect, and I feel like a laser beam, jet fueled f1-11. robot running out of energy, go for the rewind.
11:02 PM :

I had to ditch work early, I wasn't about to miss out on this fantastic fall day. Now, I'm home/ techno central. White underwear briefs, camo shirt searching for some gym shorts. Think perhaps I will tool around the trails on the bike and hit the gym later, although 4:30 and I miss the mouthy crowd. It's been the sort of week where I can't find anything, let alone a stray ball cap and gym pass. Yea, I suppose this is all about the odd bits of this and that but cut me some slack will ya, sheeeeesh. Don't hate me because I Fabreez'ed (new verb) everything and took it for a tumble in the dryer. It's still fresh. I'll be 'read' in a few; meanwhile peruse the paradoxical exercise of Don't Link, and ummm link, link, link. Roll up your sleeves and check out Nico Van Hoorn's Trash Blog, collecting a piece of trash for the internet everyday. Since I can't think of a transitional phrase to keep this entry going, I'll close for now and leave figuring out how I can flatline a diary entry sometime.
3:38 PM :

Tuesday, September 17, 2002
Watch It Sucker! LaWanda Page, the fearsome Bible-toting Aunt Ester from TV's 'Sanford & Son' died Saturday. Born in Cleveland, Ohio on Oct. 19, 1920, Page began her show business career as a dancer and chorus girl on the club circuit where she was billed as 'The Bronze Goddess of Fire' because she lit cigarettes with her fingertips, swallowed fire and touched flaming torches to her body. LaWanda was more than a match for any man, with a double-blade tongue that could make a sailor blush. Hot, fast, fragrant sex, soul, and sin intermingled in her blue humor, never leaving out none of the four-letter stuff. Best remembered as the thorn in the side of Fred Sanford, she laid it down for the heathens! Other credits include 227, Martin, The Meteor Man and My Blue Heaven.
2:42 PM :

Monday, September 16, 2002
Propaganda Engineering is a pictogram of Pavlovian readiness, a consumer Rorschach Test. Disconnect the grip of corporate advertising, Obey The Giant. The GIANT sticker campaign can be explained as an experiment in Phenomenology. Heidegger describes Phenomenology as "the process of letting things manifest themselves." Phenomenology attempts to enable people to see clearly something that is right before their eyes but obscured; things that are so taken for granted that they are muted by abstract observation. In other words, we assume mass produced images in public spaces are there to sell something, Yes and No. Beware, of black marketing on a corporate scale. Jump up, jump up, idea viruses abound. In 1976 biologist Richard Dawkins proposed the word 'Meme-a unit of cultural transmission or a unit of imitation-to describe how ideas replicate by leaping from mind to mind.' See music, clothing, images, styles. The more it spreads, the stronger it becomes. You could be a victim of memetics, a demographic, mapped out schematic for a winning ad campaign and subsequent product launch. Build up your antigenes, we are such a fickle bunch and who the hell counts on consumers being so damn complex?! I like, no I love the OBEY campaign? It's all so MAYA (Most Advanced Yet Acceptable) especially since their site comes with a 'how to' section. Images are forever morphing, so keep your hand in the pot of absurdist propaganda. Keeping it on the street. New York City, East Harlem in particular, is absolut canvas for James de la Vega, see 104th and Amsterdamn Avenue. Illustrates the Barrio culture of Nueva Yorka (Lexington Ave. up to 106th) with image and text; the eerily prophetic 'During Peaceful Moments Watch For Danger' a film. Read a decent interview here and here.

I'm a homo without a lomo, I understand the appeal. The little camera is one among many of the topics covered in the 'Obey The Giant' book by essayist and EYE founder Rock Poyner. Commentary on life in the world of image complete with tasty visuals and smart insights:

All the old lines between editorial content and advertising-like those lines between high art and pop culture, and between news and entertainment-are blurring and breaking down...The crossbreeding in all media is accelerated by the Internet, where there are no pre-existing protocols to determine how 'editorial' and 'advertising' roles are assigned, Brands are now alternative providers of content.

Well no shit, but must everything be a fucking 'MAGALOG'? The new editor of WallPaper* is one of the co-founders of WINK media, see also IKEA's SPACE and the Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Don't worry though, I'd wet my Calvins for the chance to 'sell out' furnish my space w/DWR and shoot the piece with Bruce Weber.
1:42 PM :