i feel like i’m trying to enter the mindset that whatever i’m doing at the moment is cooler than any career template because it’s actually being done and not a floating prototype “out there”
but also learning SO much about reality of co-existing with another person (sasha) - it’s such a trip and kinda rocking my world
such an interesting problem (?) to solve
to tinker up an apparatus that will allow harmony between two out-of-sync sine waves
got too used to the solo spirit warrior/soldier/dreamer/hermit brain .. better i get out of it now tho than when i’m working with communities
no one would be surprised at me getting an m.arch/cccp and teaching adjunct architecture theory at columbia, or getting a phd and teaching. what is the value of surprise? siloism..
“my busy three years as a university student were about to end. i was still nothing, but the direction of my research was well established. though no crystal of any visible size had appeared, the seed of the crystal was there. in the context of the closing words of max born’s mechanics of the atom: “a single crystal is clear, yet a collection of crystal fragments is opaque.” i was still a fragmented crystal.
camera/photography as power, violence, non-objective (steeped in ideology: korean war was “justified” so was not as photographed as vietnam war which was an outrage) etc
photography liberating the discipline of painting to turn to the higher idea of abstraction rather than accurate reproduction of visible reality. painting and photography inform each other - but photography is not high art: rather a means to producing a high art object.
photographic work accrues value over time, developing aura (yellowing, etc). also might be aura-less because of mechanic reproducibility, but exhibition/selection from gallery/museum gives it value
Television completes the cycle of the human sensorium. With the omnipresent ear and the moving eye, we have abolished writing, the specialized acoustic-visual metaphor that established the dynamics of Western civilization.
In television there occurs an extension of the sense of active, exploratory touch which involves all the senses simultaneously, rather than that of sight alone. You have to be “with” it. But in all electric phenomena, the visual is only one component in a complex interplay. Since, in the age of information, most transactions are managed electrically, the electric technology has meant for Western man a considerable drop in the visual component, in his experience, and a corresponding increase in the activity of his other senses.
Television demands participation and involvement in depth of the whole being. It will not work as a background. It engages you. Perhaps this is why so many people feel that their identity has been threatened. This charge of the light brigade has heightened our general awareness of the shape and meaning of lives and events to a level of extreme sensitivity.
1967, marshal mcluhan, the medium is the massage, p. 125
silver brush, chrome handle
grass toppling over cities of the unwritten word
upside-down shower head, fish upstream now
throttled alone, lonerism glinting sharp
the hilt of your mouth is crooked green
knuckle two, count down now!
radio signal disrupted
as a catacomb of emeralds threatens to swallow you whole
your life value inflated, needle to pop.
weaving between your lies and mine,
a melody persistent in its accountability
the expertise of shale crumbling in your fist,
the residue spills out
onto the megaphone of this desperate tornado
project file swollen,
it keeps on building,
the foundation is blowing up
your smile lines become a canyon of unconditional trust
the rebar is lightning
fault lines of friendship carefully measured and sketched out
into your sketchbook.
the book is writing itself, don’t you see?
an authorship not yet summoned,
the vessel of dread chug chugs
along the seamless night,
your tear-sails pulled taught against the all too-predicted tempest
holding tight to your pain sands.
the hour glass is framed on the wall,
but the oblique platform is unforgiving,
the tabletop giving way to something quite ugly
the unlined page threatening to swallow you whole.
the choreography was paid for years
before you took a step.
guest lecture “madder movie”
marilyn ivy “the anime effect: media and technoculture in contemporary japan”
Back in the 1980’s I worked with a guitarist that bought a Roland Jazz Chorus amp. I think it was the 120. It sounded good for the material we were doing, like jazz, funk, fusion stuff. The chorus effects was very nice. We were playing dance clubs and it filled the stage and room with no problem. The cleans were great, but the distortion was not happening. It was a harsh, unpleasant sound. He bought an overdrive pedal and that worked better.
A few years later, I worked with a group that was moving up and out of clubs, doing larger shows and opening up for recording acts at various county fairgrounds. The guitar player in that group usually played through a Peavey Bandit. That was a great amp for small to midsized rooms and stages. We had a big outdoor show coming up, and he borrowed a friend’s Peavey Stereo Chorus 212 with the Scorpion Speakers for extra head room. Because he was already used to the Bandit, he felt that the PV SC 212 would be easier to dial in more so than some amp he wasn’t familiar with. The PV Stereo Chorus was rated at 135watts per side in true stereo, for a total of 270 watts! He took it home and played with the settings a few days before our next gig. Before the show, he was excited about using some of the tones and on board effects he’d be experimenting with. He said that the clean headroom was on par with Fender Twin Reverb.
I was curious to hear it and compare the quality to the Roland Jazz Chorus amp I used to listen to every night. We were on a big stage at the Sacramento Fairgrounds and his Gibson guitar never sounded better going through that new Peavey. The crunch on his rhythm playing and the sustain he had on his solos made us turn around a look at each other with big grins. We did some kind of impromptu groove between songs as a segue, and he kicked on the chorus unit. That true analog stereo chorus was every bit as rich sounding as what I remember from the Roland combo. Especially coming through the monitors, it sounded really fat.That was a guitar night to remember.
After that experience, we thought he was going to buy a Peavey Stereo Chorus for sure, but then he decides he has to have a Marshall stack! We were big time disappointed, but there wasn’t much we could say since he’s the one using it. He liked his new Marshall too, but we all thought he made a mistake……oh well.
Over a year ago, I had the pleasure of finding a Peavey Stereo Chorus 212 amp at a pawn shop. It was a 1991 and had been used occasionally by a pedal steel player. It was dusty, but that’s about it. Everything was intact except for one speaker wire. Since the chorus wasn’t working on it at the pawn shop, they gave it to me for $100. I looked in the back of the amp at home and reconnected one of the speaker wires and it’s been working fine since. I really don’t need an amp like that, but it sure brings back good memories and it does sound good even at low home practice volume.
I guess you can tell I’m partial to the PV. Good luck either way!
joo hwang - temporary storage
rachel from SD
“I wasn’t imprisoned but I was located. As located as if they’d stuck me there with the simple and single gesture of pointing at me with a finger, pointing at me and at a place.”
drone strike connection
surveillance - brazilian fiction to 2017
lucy being unable to comprehend the cell phone.. fuck..
gender age acknowledgement of transgender FBI director saying to david lynch’s character that he has a history of going after younger more beautiful women
punishingly long and slow sequence of spray painting the golden shovels
pushing sequence of dale in casino
really beautiful surreal light soaked daytime shots of suburbia, glorified disgust of scary contemporary america. very real, not stylized. cinematography unremarkable, more focus on the length of shots/activities captured/environs
pill girl, feasting her eyes on her meal