Have you heard Buckminster? Have you seen Buckminster? You really should. I saw them last night and took this terribly dark, horribly grainy, totally lame picture:

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Have you heard Buckminster? Have you seen Buckminster? You really should. I saw them last night and took this terribly dark, horribly grainy, totally lame picture:

My MO for today is to finish up an application for the 6 Points Fellowship. Heard of it? It's a 2-year fellowship centered on Jewish issues (whatever that means) with a pretty sizable stipend. Maybe you should apply, too. I'm proposing creating a large-scale composition or suite of works, plus a complementary sound and/or video installation, using letters between Jewish students in New York and Palestinian students in, well, Palestine, as source material. My current problem is to boil the next three paragraphs into 250 words:
And if we're talking opening yourself up to trauma, Chatroulette. Seriously. I mean, you are talking to The Stranger, even to multiple The Strangers, connected to you by some kind of anonymous algorithm. Not you, not human, not anything, always with the hope (assumedly) of finding the ideal Other with the parallel dread of finding your worst nightmare. This screenshot pretty much sums it up:
In The Pervert's Guide to Cinema, Slavoj Zizek talks about the voice. "Voice," he says, "is not an organic part of the human body...it's coming from somewhere in between your body.
As reported on Mother Jones and the New York Times, Iceland is considering legislation that will effectively make it a free speech haven. As in, Iceland will be to free speech/journalism what Delaware and Switzerland are to taxes/banks. Or whatever.
Ok, somebody hacked Facebook. And Twitter, and MySpace, and a bunch of stuff. It's annoying, but not that annoying, and the amusing thing is that they hacked all these social networking sites into a feedback loop with each other: Facebook goes to MySpace, Twitter goes to Yahoo! Buzz, and so on. It's kind of hilarious, actually. But annoying...but hilarious.
Made a little edit of the manatee deck video I took at the Atlantic Center for the Arts and realized that I neglected to turn my stupid cellphone off...you can hear the dings and dongs of me receiving e-mails and text messages throughout the video. I also sneeze and bump into the camera at one point.
On advice of a friend, I recently started reading American Pastoral. It took me a while to get into it, and as soon as I was into it, I lost it. I found it - it's about 10 inches from me right now, in a very obvious place. While my book was lost, sitting in an obvious place but not the correct obvious place, I started reading Notes From the Underground. I like Notes From the Underground better. Much better. Does this have far-reaching implications?
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