so in the meantime you will be loading ALL of the posts, since day one (event horizon) of ockham's razor.... sorry for the delay in load time (this is the only way to enable the side bar index links for now....)
2.15.2003
so in the meantime you will be loading ALL of the posts, since day one (event horizon) of ockham's razor.... sorry for the delay in load time (this is the only way to enable the side bar index links for now....)
cranbrook sculpture studios (the view near my room)
check, check, check, one two, check, one two,
can you hear me.
is there anybody out there.
12.10.2002
INput :
Eric Orr
Jannis Kounellis
Dove Bradshaw
Alighiero e Boetti
(also here)
OUTput 10.03.02-12.08.02:
The Container And The Thing Contained
........2.5"x2.5"x3" sketch :
........nylon spacers, cardboard
More Floor Than Wall, More Wall Than Floor
........80"x70"x7" sketch :
........wood slats
Square Water
........8'x8' sketch :
........water, wax, concrete floor
BYOB
........16"x16" fluid flow :
........clear plexiglass, coffee, orange juice, milk, wine, water, whiskey, beer, tequila
CMYK
(with Tarisa Tiberti)
........30'x30' week-long progressive installation :
........colored photo gels, icing gel
Continental Drift
........40"x70" week-long evaporation :
........salt water, steel plate, clear acetate
Arcadia
........textile designs : 20 intervals :
........color acetate copies, photoshop
OUT 12.08.02
(1) guache drawing
OUT 12.09.02
(8) 11x17 drawings (1 keeper)
(5) 18x24 drawings (2 keepers)
11.13.2002
re: the increasingly re-told (because so easily mis-remembered) importance of the simple act
commitment
the message of Mexico
the importance of ritual
the foreign to be found within the familiar
- L's person-fragments, with framed voids
- N's "problem" exercises with 2 pals
- Nz's digital video, presented within the same ephemeral language as the subject itself
and, my earlier artist statement: re: presence, absence and repetition....
from the past 2 months:
Christine Tarkowski, visiting artist, Cranbrook Fiber
Hamid Dabashi + Iranian Cinema, critical studies speaker
Tom Friedman and also here
(to be both dumb (obvious) and mysterious (complex))
Gabriel Orozco
(to probe the object inside + out. simultaneously)
my buddy Ludwig
(there is no answer, why are you still asking the question?)
Glen Seator (presence/absence)
Hella Jongerius (smart hands)
David Dunn, artist in residence,
Cranbrook October 2002
oh, and: paradox
para - (beyond) doxa (opinion)
para - (beyond) dokein (thought)
13 November 2002
6.27.2002
coming to you LIVE from Austin, TX
...Sunday 8am
eat
hoist
prepare
prepare
draw
swim
eat
sleep
...Monday 7 am
meet
draw
eat
prepare
meet
draw
meet
draw
eat
prepare
sleep
...TUES 6:00am
prepare
eat
meet
teach
eat
meet
meet
weld
eat
draw
sleep
...WED 6:00am
prepare
eat
lecture
meet
eat
draw
library
draw
jobsite
meet
grocery
eat
draw
sleep
...THURS 4:30am
laundry
draw
eat
pack
post...................................
I'll let someone else do the math.
Life reduced to a set of verbs.
Or nouns that beome verbs ...."to library"
still to come:
prepare
meet
teach
meet
drive............
Leaving today on a brief trip, back July 1 (next month!). Two months to go before I head north (more on that soon). Why can't I get more in the rhythm of posting?
hmmm. see above list.
6.19.2002
--Tom Waits
6.16.2002
no.... I am actually MORE connected with myself in this state. I look at my surroundings and am acutely aware of my present situation -- REALLY REALLY aware, where things are so real as to become unreal, thinking thoughts in rapid succession based upon my re-engagement with my physical surroundings. The thoughts are abstractions, but if I could assign words they would be : "....this is my stuff, and there are my cats, those are my shoes, this is where I live..." moving quickly into: "these are the people I know, and these are the people I love, and who love me, these are the places I have been, and this is what I enjoy doing, these are my hands, this is me..." Neurosis or self-doubt seems completely foreign, and laughable; everything just IS. A matter-of-fact-ness without prejudice (prae- before + judicium, judgement)
Can I think of this as a state of extreme self-awareness without self-consciousness? An understanding of my place in the world without assignation of (or reflection upon)its value? Sometimes D. and I will watch his dog (Bella) and wonder if this how animals feel, that they just are? A curious blend of physical, emotional and mental intuition (in-, on + tueri, to look at), but absent any rightness or wrongness...
The feeling begins to fade after a few minutes, but leaves a residue of calm. If I could articulate it better, then it wouldn't be such a wonder. I remember staring at my hand when I was younger, or at my face in the mirror, and having a similar experience, marked by a nervousness and confusion as to the person I was becoming. This is marked by a warmth and acceptance of the person I am (have become) --
oh, for more of this, more more, more,
this state of suspension.
"it's only life after-all"
6.14.2002
apparently Austin Community College has one of the best metals/welding facilities in the entire country -- and it is amazing. Almost everyone I know in Austin has taken a class from the department at one time or another. There are these incredible racks full of hand-made tools - pokers, wedges, bending wrenches -- whatsits galore... (manifolds of kind...)
what am I learning?
in a good metals shop, you draw directly onto the tables with a soapstone, or chalk, to illustrate a technique, or work out a dimension (all the tables are made of steel, but they're so old and worn, they look like leather). This fascinates me to no end... Like on a construction site, where you draw a detail directly onto the wood framing, or plywood....
and welding is all about the not-touching. You create this little place between the cone of the torch and the metal, and like a wizard, you work the torch to work the metal without actually touching cone to surface.
more on fluid dynamics soon........
6.11.2002
6.10.2002
here's my latest project...once I get the class further along, I'll document what the students are up to onto this site (working on getting image-savvy as well)...
Topics in Architectural Theory:
MATERIAL STUDIES LABORATORY
summer session 2002
School of Architecture, UT Austin
[COURSE DESCRIPTION]
The MATERIAL STUDIES LABORATORY combines theory+studio practice in an investigation of materiality within architecture, art and design -- to engage the possibilities of material construction by considering MATTER (both hard and soft) through aspects of surface, pattern, substance and structure, and as an instrument of perception, measure and memory.
THEORY SESSIONS:
examine the relationship of matter, inhabitation, and concept across evolutions of art, technology, philosophy, architecture and popular culture in the 20th century. Discussions will include a survey of architects and artists whose projects engage a particular sense of materiality (the fluidity of a solid, the tautness of a skin...) and the environment in which it exists (water, light, inhabitation, weather...)
STUDIO WORK:
- visual + tactile studies of surface aspects
- constructional exercises exploring specific materials
- sculptural assemblies combining material, process + structure
- full-scale "material structures"/"perceptual fabrics"
first class, 6.6.02 (last Thursday)
had them do an initial exercise based upon work by Sal Randolph :
EX.1 [MATERIAL | PROCESS | STRUCTURE]
step 1:
as a group, generate a set of at least 40 of the following:
- a material description
- a procedure for altering a material
- a mathematical or formal structure of organization
print each onto small cards and place into the separate piles
step 2:
for each M/P/S:
1. draw one card from each pile to determine a set of instructions
2. generate a construction based upon your reading of those instructions
....after coming up with words for each, and drawing their lot -- one material (some sort of stuff), one process (something you can do to stuff), one structure (ways to organize stuff) -- the students ended up with instructions-phrases like:
punch leather infinitely
push a bottle of sunlight
melt into a slurry of two
close stretched latex
herd industrially-processed skins
float less paper
the canvas limited the squish
in under two hours they had to make something based on their set of instructions, using large-sheets of newsprint and chipboard as base materials (they could add in others).
the goal is to get the students to engage a material more fully, to investigate its specific nature, to understand the implications and possibilities depending on what you do to/with it -- and to be resourceful. Often, when asked what something is made of, a beginning architecture student will reply "metal," not engaging the reality that there are different types of metal, different types of things you can do to metal, different finishes, configurations, applications...
We also discussed the parallel of the material/process/structure relationship to linguistic structures of subject/verb/direct object,
jack and jill (material)
went up (process)
the hill (structure)
to fetch (process)
a pail (structure)
of water (material)
I am pleased with how well the exercise worked... the regurgitated newsprint (slurry) pooling together was very poetic... and I can't stop thinking about what it means to push a bottle of sunlight
more of the same for them later, with "real" materials required...
5.30.2002
respite : Lat.: respectus, refuge: respicere, to respect
resume : Lat.: resumere : re-, again + sumere, to take up.
(for Mitsu and Dirk and Bruce... )
...He said: "It is all useless, if the last landing place can only be the infernal city, and it is there that, in ever-narrowing circles, the current is drawing us."
...And Polo said: "The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live everyday, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space." Italo Calvino Invisible Cities
why now?
EVA HESSE b Jan 11 1936 d. May 29 1970
retrospective currently at SFMOMA
more on that later (sooner)
10.31.2001
Mark Simmons: ...In an interview in 1993 you said you wanted architecture to be a neutral background. How has the Geffen Contemporary here at MOCA in Los Angeles fit in with what you said you wanted?
Richard Serra: Well, I basically think this (building's) architecture is like industrial shit and there are two of them (buildings which comprise the GC at MOCA)...
...The way that they've used this building I think in the past for the most part is a little disappointing and what they do is they kind of egg crate containers of sheetrock walls. And the sheetrock walls act as frames in here and usually tend to neutralize everything that's within the box. So basically what they do is they cut this place up make little boxes or whatever but it reduces it it's even worse than a car show if you went to see a car show. At least you get more open space at a car show. What I decided to do when I came here is to strip out all of that notion of the neutralized space. The frame of sheetrock.
MS: Right. As opposed to Out of Action which made the Geffen (Contemporary) look like a honeycomb.
RS: Yes, I saw the Out of Action. I thought Out of Action was better as a catalogue than the honeycomb because the honeycomb was like walking into one compartment and then another compartment. You might as well turn the pages of a book. And that's how the show was, like a book laid out. Like a grid. What I'm trying to do is return the building to its primary use. Function. And bring another function into that function. Its primary use, before it had sculpture and art in it, was to repair police cars. I think that's what this was. Right? So I tried to use it as the kind of industrial gesture that it was made for. And try to use the scale of it to try accommodate my work so the scale and the scale of the building would have some relationship that seemed apparent.
So you kind of know things amongst things. You don't know things independently of things. If these pieces didn't have the kind of scale they have, I think you'd have an Easter Egg hunt. And if you had an Easter egg hunt in here you were going to get lost in the space. And then you'd probably want to confine the space into some sort of box. But that's not what we had to do. We've used the shit as the container. Both shits as the container. And having said that I'm not disappointed with how the interrelated spaces between the pieces function as well as the internal pieces of the vessels or the elongated pieces.
MS: ...One last question. Do you have any advice for sculptors and artists?
RS: Work out of your work. Don't work out of anybody else's work.
Arata Isozaki and Frank Gehry: MOCA and the Geffen (originally called the Temporary Contemporary)
10.25.2001
- n. an account, set down as a means of preserving knowledge.
- tr.v. to set down for preservation in writing or other permanent form; to register.
[ME recorden : OFr. recorder : Lat. recordari, to remember :
re-, again + cor, heart]
REGISTER :
[ME registre : OFr. : Me.Lat. registrum : LLat. regesta : Lat. neuter pl. or regestus, p.part. of regerere, to record:
re-, back + gerere, to carry.]
vs.
DOCUMENT :
- n. something serving as evidence or proof
- tr.v. to support with evidence or decisive information; to annotate.
[ME, precept : OFr. : Lat. documentum, lesson < docere, to teach.]
The American Heritage Edition, Second College Edition
Dan Hoffman, on Michael Williams' Necessary Frictions
+ text
The Architecture Studio, Cranbrook, May 1991
"The surface upon which the movement is recorded is a layer of grease spread upon a steel sheet. Like felt, the choice of the grease as a recording surface reveals a precise understanding of the poetic function latent in the recording act. As a material, grease is used to reduce the friction between surfaces in motion. As such, it is a sensitive indicator to any inscription placed upon it. Its use is also a sign for the inevitable frictions that a recording process produces. For a recording inevitably involves the transfer of a phenomenon from one surface to another. The presence of grease recognizes the entropy latent in the expenditure of the recording act.................................
A recording is a transfer from one surface to another over time. This may be understood more clearly when we compare recording to measurement which occurs in time but always with reference to a specific point outside of time. This point outside of time is the end to which the means of measurement are organized. The ends of a recording are not fixed; its point, if this metaphor holds, is to produce an exact reproduction of the phenomenon, an end is transparent to itself, a simultaneous reproduction of phenomena over time.
The considerations given to the instrumentality of recording should indicate that, by definition, a recording involves interference of a phenomenon with a surface. A recording involves the extension and expenditure of means. The recording instrument is always between the phenomena and its reproduction. The transparency between the phenomena and the reproduction exists in the lure of the multiple mirrors of reflexivity where reading and interpretation become simultaneous, when the object and its interpretation are collapsed."
note : see also Architecture Studio 1986-1993
my thoughts -
: The etymology of terms, especially the notions of re- (again) -cor (heart), and re- (back) -gerere (to carry). Combined, these describe a process wherein "the heart" is "returned", in a recording and "carried back" through registration. The heart, the essence, the nature of the experience, is actually, physically brought to bear. This, as different than a document, docere (to teach), where something serves as evidence or proof for something else, is representantive (metaphor).
this IS this, as opposed to this means that.
: And the aspect that "recording instrument is always between the phenomena and its reproduction" can be applied on a number of levels, I believe. I have been working with my students on the notion that we, in the design process, are also recording instruments, and that we, then, are what provides for the transfer of a phenomenon from one surface to another. That there should be inevitable frictions that occur; a strong recording will register (carry back) the experience (the heart) to the surface and materials engaged in the recording act. That a drawing could be thought of as a recording, or a construction, of an idea, as opposed to a representation of an idea. This begins to explore how drawings and models can also be read through "multiple mirrors of reflexivity" allowing for the collapse of object and interpretation (drawing and concept).
10.22.2001
THE INFLUENCE OF NEW TOOLS ON CONTEMPORARY CONCEPTIONS OF FILM LANGUAGE AS A MODE OF EXPRESSION
a project paper by Maria Dora Genis MourĂ£o
and Joel Yamaji (assistant)
interviews with ARTHUR OMAR, GIANNI TOTI, and others,
along with
PETER GREENAWAY:
Will the use of computers supporting video and film techniques determine a new language?
"...I suppose that ever since the 1850's when notions of color and form divorced from content, there has been an enormous explosion in the business of visual manipulation. The new technological inventions, the post-tele-visual technologies have enabled me again to become a painter, a painter not just with the freedom, should we say, of Leonardo da Vinci or David, but the freedom of a Picasso or a post Picasso. So now anything is possible. I am absolutely delighted about that.
Another situation which is very important to me is the idea of a multiplicity of screens. There are two great filmmakers, both French who used multiple screens, one Abel Gance used them in Napoleon right back in 1929, and the other was Alain Resnais in the late 1950's and 1960's who played around with a confabulation of tents. Both filmmakers in some sense, have not been followed up. They created a circumstance, and then there seems to be a drying up of a technology. But now Abel Gance' Napoleon and all the ideas that are associated with Last year at Marienbad, Muriel, etc., can now be picked up, and we can all run with those ideas after an interlude of forty or fifty years..."
comment upon the electronic cinema, and the crisis of representation:
"...I would like to make some analogies. So, if we have this one monoculture, everybody is upset, politically, economically. I am constantly asked to serve on boards to protest against the American cinema, but I think is a little bit like the evolutionary situation of the dinosaurs, or even like salon painting at the end of the nineteen century. The formulaic presentation of a cinematic monoculture produces a bland cinema which is highly predictable. You know virtually all the plots, you know all the circumstances, you know the vested interests. I just feel like making the evolutionary parallel, and also remembering how the Salon refused the Impressionists at the end of the nineteenth century. It is the little animals, the independent, working in new specializations, new technologies, that create a new cinema. After all, Twentieth-century painting, which has seen so huge an explosion of language, didn't came from the salon painting in the middle of the 19th century. It came from the impressionists, the people who were working on the grass underneath the feet of the dinosaur. We know that salon painting completely disappeared, and I am quite certain that, maybe in a couple of decades, Hollywood too will completely disappear. It will collapse under its own weight. It will become too bland, too widely assimilated. It will not satisfy the human imagination. And out of, as it were, the small grasses, underneath the rocks, just like the mammals developed, the whole age of mammals will have developed while dinosaurs disappeared. It's those animals, those marginal technologies, those new inventive spirits, that will very largely be responsible, for the post-cinema of the twenty-first century. Cinema is dead. Long live the cinema!"
[sub]culture has also been looking at Greenaway lately....
and see other notes on the Greenaway short : "The Man in the Bath"
10.19.2001
Subject: lovely little story
Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 01:25:45 +0000
To: circa@jump.net
"....A philosophy professor stood before his class with some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks about 2" in diameter. Then he asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar of rocks. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the spaces between the rocks. The students laughed. He asked his students again if the jar was full. They said yes, it was. The professor then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. They laughed again.
"Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, your dearest friends. Anything that is so important to you that if it were to be lost, you would be nearly destroyed. The pebbles are the other things in life that still matter, but on a different, smaller scale. They are things like your job, your home, your clothes, your essential "stuff." The sand is everything else. The small stuff. Your luxuries. Your conveniences.
If you put the sand or the pebbles into the jar first, there is no room for the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, material things, you will never have room for the things that are truly most important.
Pay attention to the things that are critical in your life. Play with your children. Go on a long walk with your partner. Read something. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, do your hair, or fix the disposal. Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just pebbles and sand."
a timely reminder, and a reminder for all time -- though this story seems to be a lesson for those who have the luxury of forgetting. And there are people for whom shelter, clothing, food are first priorities, for survival.
An additional thought: There are "small things" -- the photo of my father at age 10, grinning defiantly into the camera, the separate stack I have of books that have been most influential in my life -- that are indeed very precious to me, and the thought of losing them is awful. They are part of who I am. But they are symbols of the rocks -- my family, my mental/intellectual health -- and not rocks in and of themselves. These symbols serve very powerfully as talismans of the things that matter most, which is why so many returning to their homes NYC have been dramatically affected by the site of their things, their precious things, covered in layer upon layer of dust and debris. It seems that it is not the actual loss of these things that is so upsetting; but as symbolic items, they represent the subconscious -- and for many the conscious -- recognition of the destruction of the things that matter most. Family. Health. Happiness.
Imagine living this way all the time, living with the constant destruction, or at least disruption of both the real and the symbolic aspects of life. Whether in South Central LA or the West Bank.... or Afghanistan.
For many in the "developed world," though, this is an anomaly, an aberration, and so we have the luxury -- and therefore the responsibility -- to actually focus upon what the important things are. I would rather that than have terror do the reminding for me.
There are many reports of Americans being "friendlier" and more patient with each other, allowing others to pass through a long line, holding doors, welcoming a merging car. When much has been -- and is being -- reduced to rubble and dust, we are, of course, forced to see the rocks more clearly. However, I find that I wish pebbles and sand for all the people of the world. When conditions allow for the addition, and proliferation, of the "smaller things" (for many this would be clothing and shelter!) then the rocks can at last gain a solidity and nestle into one another -- and begin to form something resembling a foundation....
10.12.2001
it was a reaction to one man, though applicable to many. And the threats are only the tip of the bloody iceberg, obviously. More accurately : make them all stop!
my post was in reaction to the press conference Bush gave yesterday, in which he could barely keep his thoughts together as he moved from one garbled mouthful of "evil-doers" to another. I believe that clarity of craft (in words, in deeds) reflects a clarity of thought. And name-calling never got anyone anywhere. There are times for passionate, incoherent emotion, and a press conference, broadcast to the world, is not one of those times. Emotion, yes, but incoherency, and ham-handed table pounding of sensitive issues like missile treaties is not going to help us keep the amazing coalition that we have. The most frightening thing I have seen lately is Bin Laden's broadcast, where he spoke clearly and methodically, though still passionately, and moved systematically through all his points, without teleprompter, probably without speechwriters. NOT that we should in anyway respect him for this, but when the terrorist state has this capability, and we don't, I think it is something to be worried about.
It is hard to tell if America's "deeds" with the bombings in Afghanistan have a clarity of deed. Right now, all we can go on is what is broadcast, and the reassurances from our own government. At some point, all I see is people dying, and in misery, and I only see more of that to come. Something needed to be done, however, and I will stand among the many who agree with that. Of all the possible options, the approach our government is taking may indeed be the lesser of all the necessary evils. I am willing to accept that things progressed to such a state of affairs that we had to take military action.
But how did we get here? Why are thousands upon thousands upon thousands of people dying, in these attacks, and in all of the ongoing conflicts between the ideologies of christian, muslim, jew. The "little boys" haven't been able to prevent this from coming to such a horrific state, though warning signs have been plenty. Even now, a Saudi Prince comes to America, gives a $10 million dollar check, and says, "by the way... maybe America should think a little harder about their policies in the Middle East," which results in Giuliani promptly rejecting the offer. NOT that he should immediately say "ok, sure, whatever you want, thanks for the cash." But we cannot exist in a vacuum of our own beliefs. We must at least engage in talks with as much openness and honesty about our own policies as we look for in others.
I don't think, as some do, that America is a tyrannical state. I have a belief, despite political differences with some of our past and present leaders, that we largely do have the desire for peace and freedom at the heart of our actions. But I think we have to at least consider that we have made mistakes, and be willing to REALLY address them, because there are many good people in the world who do not see us as optimistically as I do. It is these people for whom the name-calling and little boy threats need to stop. For all sides. I know it never will, it's human nature to be passionate and illogical at times. But we have to start somewhere.
I am so grateful to see the education people are getting about Islam, and the troubles of the Afghan people. Many have asked, where were we before the attacks? I suppose I must rely on the "better late than never" crutch, and I hope we will continue to open our minds to the lives and cultures of the rest of the world.
Work, play -- "going about our daily business" -- is the living proof that there are things stronger than disagreements in ideology, that there are many, many who share lives in peace everyday, despite differences.
10.10.2001
I had to post this. Have a look at the guy behind Osama's ear. It's a pro-bin Laden poster photographed in Bangladesh, and, I assume, it's completely in earnest. And that's Bert from Bert is Evil, though the image that was used to make the poster is no longer on that site, you can find it here. And here's the second sighting. And the third. Sesame Street is apparently not aired in Bangladesh, so we can only assume either they didn't know who Bert was, or some graphic designer in Bangladesh has a perverse sense of humor. Follow the Metafilter thread as we get to the bottom of this surreality.
the Bert image in the poster is in every poster that has been broadcast, on multiple news sources. It is not just a single image re-touched for the internet. Either the conspiracy is a vast one, across the media, or it is isolated, but located at the source -- the poster-creator. Either way, it only seems to parallel the absurdity of this whole situation... i.e: the "frogs falling" scene of Magnolia -- as things become so absurd, anything becomes possible, including muppets.
here is an "occam's razor" theory by hipstertrash
10.06.2001
1. THE ATTACKS;
EXPERIENCES OF, THINGS AFFECTED BY, REACTIONS TO, REFLECTIONS UPON, POLITICAL, CULTURAL AND SOCIAL IMPLICATIONS OF...
2. ALL OTHER THINGS
a long passage from Paul Ford, of Ftrain, describing his particular swirl of emotions. He was in Israel at the time of the attacks, and his emotions careened swiftly and unpredictably through the different "stages of grief" that many have been experiencing:
denial and isolation
"...Around then I mentally left Israel for New York. I went out in Tel Aviv and couldn't hear what my friends were saying to me. I thought about getting off the train at Penn Station at night, right by Macy's, the way the lights come off the buildings. When asked questions I nodded, smiled...."
anger
"....Somewhere in there I was in my room sitting on my bed and I began to cry out in rapid animal pulses and I tried to get myself under control, but it was merciless, and I thought of the buildings falling and began to shout through clenched teeth, conscious of being overheard, and then I found myself kneeling with my face pushed into an ottoman, so I stayed there for a few minutes, crying out into the fabric, all muffled, until my throat hurt...."
bargaining?
"...Then today all I thought about was sex and touch, how good any human contact would feel right now. But I am not sure if there will be much touch for me in NYC, not to mention sex....if she would justsit quietly by me for a few minutes, and she agreed, so at least there will be that, something I can count on and know is there for me..." see also Mitsu's post on the increase in need for human contact, and for sex.
aknowledgment and depression
"...And what I really need is for someone to just tell me how sorry they for me, just me, me alone, me in my fucking aloneness in this tiny country and my stupid lost job and my meaningless trivial bullshit life, even in comparison to the horrid, horrid things that happened. I need some sympathy, and I may not get that for an extremely long time, because I don't want to ask for it, don't fully know how..."
acknowledgment and acceptance
"...I am scared of the sudden grieving punctuating a quiet, tranquil persona, the madness of my reactions to small triggers. But somewhere in there I'll figure it out for myself....
... cannot bear any more shrill annotations added to the footage of the falling buildings by newspaper writers and anchorpersons. Everyone wants ownership, to stake their claim, to link to the most Web sites, to make the most accurate predictions, to criticize every possible leader, to cast blame, to matter. But they don't matter. The dead matter. The grieving matter. The war matters. The media is throwing up walls of content, filled with instructions on how to feel, when there is absolutely no right way to feel, when this will not be going away, when there is no way to own what happened, to way to possess the misery for yourself. Why would you want to?
...I am telling you all this not so that you pity me, because it is clearly a privilege to grieve and feel emotional pain, at this point. Some people have spaces in their lives as great as those in the skyline. Those people will need help.... I am telling you this because I figure you might be feeling just as stupid, hopeless, and helpless, confused, and lonely. And I'll never meet you, but at least you'll know that you're not alone....
...It was like the oceans calmed, when I learned I could go home, like tornadoes stopped and loud cannons stopped blasting... I will take the train back to my apartment. I will transfer a few times, then get off the F train at Smith and 9th St and look out, if it not raining, and I will see what is gone from the platform, which has an amazing view of downtown Manhattan, and I will spend some time looking at that, and then I will take my bags down 90 steps and walk the block to my apartment, and turn three keys in their locks, and go inside and put my bags down and then I don't know what I'll do, but hopefully it will be something useful, something decent, something that moves the world forward."
Thank you, Paul. As Arhundati Roy in The God of Small Things might have put it, there is a heart-shaped hole in the universe now. For all of us.
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross : the woman who first began seriously looking at the processes humans have for coping, and dealing with death. She proposed the five stages of grief that I employed above, though her theories have also come under criticism. Be skeptical of attempts to sum emotions up into neat packages... yet let us not deny the range of Paul's emotions, and how closely they mirrored mine.
10.05.2001
On a whim, I stopped by after a meeting to see if there were still tickets available, just 15 minutes before the start. Ended up seated third row center, maybe 10 feet from Mr. Glass himself. Half price, faculty, orchestra seating. All the headaches are sometimes worth it. I hadn't planned on going; seeing him play from the back of the balcony seemed a little fetishistic to me. But the descriptions of the films kept whispering in my head, and then the fortunate seating turned this into one of those experiences that felt specially concocted just for me, at that moment, in that way, on that day. serendipity, eh Bruce? I scribbled in the back of my class roster book. Here it is, without translation:
- peter greenaway : "THE MAN IN THE BATH"
...when a body is wholly or partly immersed in a fluid, the fluid exerts upon the body an upthrust which is equal to the amount of water displaced...
willfulness
atomization of image
text as fluid, tugging at images
lines that weave and fold and become themselves again
p.glass ensemble?:
are all his musicians mathematicians?
- shirin neshat : "PASSAGE"
people walking in groups
movement : natural correlation to glass music?
gliding over rocks in field of desert
: same correlation
men and sand and shadows, child clearing rocks
bass pushing, (pulling?) like undertow
music as manifold
- atom egoyan : "DIASPORA"
sheep, many, multiples, movement
again, a manifold
movement back with camera forward
blues, splitting, layering, with solo red panel
- godfrey reggio : "EVIDENCE
extreme closeup -- flattening of face?
the insistence of children
the flute!
- michal rovner : "NOTES"
people and their movements
2 becomes 1 and 1 becomes 2
groups become individuals become groups again
and snow!
stretch and expand and collapse
coming, going, turning, shapes our bodies make
(when standing, when bending over)
(with hands in pockets)
(holding arms out for equal spacing)
humans: the world's most naturally random generators
- godfrey reggio : "ANIMA MUNDI"
more, and more, and more manifolds!
light upon water, swelling of ocean
swaying of a body
glass' sounds are as if pushed by a force
(he sways with each insistence...)
stretch, collapse, stretch
teeming throngs
smoke billowing
volcanic eruption
lava flow
rock slides
raindrops
waterfalls
amoebas, cell generation
fish in schools
birds in flight
air bubbles, blood
seals
kelp
quick, quick, slow
quick, slow, quick, quick
manifold of forms implies difference within sameness
manifold of movement is also possible
(with the addition of time?)
this led to thinking about how a multiplicity of manifolds forms a field but it is the individuality of each manifold that creates the evolution of form (ie: movement) within that field..........
10.02.2001
The Taliban's Bravest Opponents
also : The Afghan Women's Mission
Interestingly, they are also opposed to the Northern Alliance, which has been lauded as the just and rightful opposition to the Taliban. The women of RAWA call them the "other Taliban."
on a redirect page for RAWA, there is a greeting that says :
"thank you for visiting the homepage of the most oppressed women in the world."
a DoubleSpace of simultaneous forward-backward-ness. Like fish-market peddlers with cell phones, these women have an amazingly sophisticated website, with links and scolling pages and buttons and pop-up windows, yet the content is of executions and rape, of sobbing in the streets as an everyday occurance.
And, in the same breath, I think of men.
firefighters, policemen, rescue workers, welcomed to the stage of Saturday Night Live; men who went into the buildings even as they were coming down, men who carried others from the upper floors; construction workers, steel men. Their faces : tired, and rough, and manly. I know these men, for I work with them on jobsites, we joke and tease each other, both enjoying the friendly flirtation that seems to take place. The guys I know (Mike, with Waterloo Welding, known as "the cowboy poet," singing his poems from the top of the girders as loud as he can so I am sure to hear it; Ted, with Bach Brother's Construction, keeps asking if he can come visit my students to see what they are working on), they would also have been some of the first to the scene, hardhat in hand, ready to do whatever it takes to "get the job done..."
The faces of these men, and the faces of many men, these days -- the men in the legislative chambers, the suits -- while manly and determined, seem openly vulnerable, and tender. You can see it.
And then, again, the women,
whose faces, though vulnerable, are strong, and full of passion.
My good friends, Harvey and Holly, gave birth to Weatherly Clare, at 3:15 on that afternoon, Tuesday, September 11th. (as ye reap, so shall ye sow...) Harvey's face held the same vulnerability, in his new role as a father, and Holly's was strong, and willful in her new role as mother.
       tragedy and joy scratch the same surfaces.
Leave behind the priveleged, (almost) "gender-blind" academic and professional design world. This is much more interesting :
   the humanity -- "...human beings collectively..." --
the inter-dependent, simultaneous and balancing poles of men and women, in concert with each other. Each with a particular presence of character, each different from the other, supplement and complement.
(REMINDER: find again John Hejduk on "the woman's breath")
9.27.2001
The Pritzker Architecture Prize: The First Twenty Years
(often described as the "Nobel of Architecture"... the book brings together representative projects of all the laureates, which serves as a good overview of the big shots for reference, especially since I have no desire to buy individual monographs for many of them. This award was initiated in 1979. There is not a single woman laureate among them. Not one. Read the list. Is there another field in which you can say the same?
here are the names of some prominent women architects, for those (including me) who sometimes have a hard time thinking of any....
Zaha Hadid
her work has been criticized for being difficult to understand, and she seems to piss a lot of people off, but that could be said of many of the male laureates, as well.
Denise Scott Brown
her husband+partner, Robert Venturi, received the Pritzker in 1991
Liz Diller
Billie Tsien
Merrill Elam
Adele Naude Santos
Maya Lin
Karen Bausman
Leslie Gill
some no longer living:
Charlotte Perriand, collaborator with Le Corbusier
Eileen Grey
Lilly Reich
also purchased:
The Ground Beneath Her Feet, my first Salman Rushdie venture....
Experiencing Architecture by Steen Eiler Rasmussen (an old dog-eared copy of a first-year-architecture-school standard)
and Arquitecturas del Tiempo (endearing english translation of that page here and amazon ordering info here) monograph of installations, furniture and architecture by Enric Miralles and Benedetta Tagliabue:
"Time Architecture brings together sixteen projects in which the temporal factor is as important as the spatial, the obvious basis of all construction. In these works, however, 'temporal' is not necessarily synonymous with 'ephemeral'. In fact, Enric Miralles and Benedetta Tagliabue believe less in a conception whose meaning is directed towards a final closure than in an ongoing work made up of instants in which, as Goethe remarked to Eckermann, each step along the way is, without ceasing to be a step, a goal in itself. Between space, time and movement, these architectures bear witness to a journey which extends from exhibitions in Harvar, Venice and Copenhagen to the Contemporary Art Fair in Madrid, taking in the play of shadows a building produces, the design elements destined for other, childhood, games, and the changing set design of an opera premiered in the architects' own Barcelona studio. The projects presented here combine architectural reality with its representaion to create a new reality that enables a constructed and essentially immovable space to move -- in time -- from continent to continent. Thanks to their migratory nature, these works are consistently different without, for all that, ceasing to be themselves..."
9.25.2001
I double-dog-dare myself.
today --
two meetings with clients that I knew would be long meetings, involving lots of nodding and listening as they told their tales (both are talkers). One for lunch, lasted 4 hours. The other (dinner) lasted 3 1/2. The surprise is that I actually let go of the "get through this meeting, get things accomplished" mode and really listened. Discussions ensued of Vietnam, Matagorda Bay, fishing, strings of lights like a necklace around the shore, the Ant Farm artists, quilting, pornography, friendship, betrayal, Salman Rushdie, sea bass.... (not necessarily in that order)
9.14.2001
At the noon remembrance ceremony here on the campus of the University of Texas, thousands of students and faculty overflowed the Main Mall, softly singing the national anthem, and then the "Eyes of Texas Are Upon You" (the same tune as "I've been working on the railroad...). Whoever was brought in to lead the singing made, I think, a powerful choice by singing both songs very slowly, and simply. The crowd responded in kind, and the singing slowly drifted over and through all of us, voices so, so soft and gentle. It ended with a single bagpiper, playing the "Eyes of Texas" main melody, repeating over and over. This was supposed to be the end of the ceremony, the signal for all to make there way from the campus, but everyone stayed, EVERYONE -- silent, and observing, some with hands lifted in either the school "Longhorns" symbol, many with the peace symbol. After a VERY long time, people finally began drifting away, and you could hear the whispering and shuffling of feet.
And then, I watched an amazing thing. At the center of this very large crowd, at the main flagpole, a group of students holding hands slowly drew a circle, with others joining in, expanding its circumference as the crowd thinned. It looked as if the circle had been drawn in space BY the movement of the crowd. Some people were holding signs asking peace, some wore black armbands. I stood and watched as the circle grew, and the green lawn inside was left empty, with the flagpole at the center. Students who were leaving turned and watched the circle grow, and some more joined in. It reached the outer limits of the lawn, and held stable, with probably 200 students all joined. And then I heard, VERY VERY quietly, so quiet, in fact, that I thought it was coming from somewhere else, or it was something I was imagining, the soft, soft singing of "all we are say-ing......is give peace a chance.....all we are say-ing......is give peace a chance....." A quiet quiet, quiet plea. This continued, with a respectful silence (and many photojournalists) all around, for quite some time. Tears ran slowly down my face, and I stood with them, in a second, looser circle of witnesses for their simple, powerful act.
Often speaking softly, but deliberately, is the most passionate expression and most effective way of getting a message across. This floored me. No enraged demonstrations, no cries for attention, no rhetoric, just a simple, sad plea for humanity.
I watched the local news to see how this was covered, as the stations were surveying all of the various events of remembrance across Texas. They showed the large crowd, discussed the display of school, and patriotic, spirit, and turned to a different story. Something about how Walmart had sold out of flags. The quiet plea didn't make the cut, apparently.
And as I type this, there is a map up on CNN, with expert commentators outlining the possible offensive stategies, diagrams being drawn in yellow delineating the access routes into Afghanistan. The game, I'm afraid, is well underway.
wood's lot has an extensive compilation of views from ALL sides of the issues.
I find I must post it here as well. Enough talk.
Let the poets speak.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust
. . . . .
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
. . . . .
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal
9.13.2001
I hear it everywhere:
Diane Sawyer "...with backhoes literally dragging the rubble apart..." victims "...then it was literally raining down on top of me..." witnesses "...you could hear people literally screaming for their lives..." politicians "...this nation has literally been brought to a stand still..." agencies "...the FBI has put literally every agent on this case..." Peter Jennings "...cabdrivers have literally ripped the seats out of their cabs to be able to help carry victims bodies..."
Listen for it. It's all over the airwaves, the radio, in print, on the internet. Many Americans (and many others) live in such a figurative, virtual society, and it has now all been wrenched into the literal. Into the real, sensory world, filled with direct, analog implications. This means this, instead of this means that. Nothing digital about it.
In their search for frameworks of reference, people are using metaphors and similes they are familiar with: "...it was like night..." "...it's a battlefield down there..." But for those moments when the towers came down, it was night. It is a battlefield. My fear is that people will respond with other frames of reference that they do have -- the posturing and irresponsible crys for ACTION by the good people of every Armaggeddon movie. It's already happening. Someone fired shots into a Muslim community center in Dallas, just north of Austin. Somewhere else, a school bus of Muslim children has been attacked, with people throwing stones.
This is not a movie. This is literal. This is real. This is shocking and sickening and sobering. Yes, we need heroes, and pride, and strength. But please, let us be characters with depth, and not merely a teeming angry throng of extras, playing our patriotic parts.
9.11.2001
It was early in the morning, sometime around 9am.
9.10.2001
coming soon: elaborations on the themes of the past few weeks:
more insubordination of habit, notions of record vs. document, subterranean spaces, planes and points, materiality and the brick project, architecture as narrative vs. architecture as need, classroom dynamics, rollercoaster physics, birthdays, birds and bella.
8.25.2001
AND INSUBORDINATION (OF HABIT)
Guy Debord, The Theory of the Derive
and Introduction to a Critique of Urban Geography:
...Among various more difficult means of intervention, a renovated cartography seems appropriate for immediate utilization...
...A friend recently told me that he had just wandered through the Harz region of Germany while blindly following the directions of a map of London. This sort of game is obviously only a feeble beginning in comparison to the complete creation of architecture and urbanism that will someday be within the power of everyone. Meanwhile we can distinguish several stages of partial, less difficult projects, beginning with the mere displacement of elements of decoration from the locations where we are used to seeing them.
For example, in the preceding issue of this journal Marcel Mariën proposed that when global resources have ceased to be squandered on the irrational enterprises that are imposed on us today, all the equestrian statues of all the cities of the world be assembled in a single desert. This would offer to the passersby — the future belongs to them — the spectacle of an artificial cavalry charge, which could even be dedicated to the memory of the greatest massacrers of history, from Tamerlane to Ridgway...
8.21.2001
...and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
Samuel Beckett: Krapp's Last Tape, end paragraph :
TAPE:
--gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it was hopeless and no good going on and she agreed, without opening her eyes. [Pause.] I asked her to look at me and after a few moments --[Pause.]-- after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare. I bent over to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause.Low) Let me in. [Pause.] We drifted in among the flags and stuck. The way they went down, sighing, before the stem! [Pause.] I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
[ Pause. KRAPP'S lips move. No sound]
Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited.
[Pause.]
Here I end this reel. Box --[Pause.]-- three, spool --[Pause.]-- five. [Pause.] Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No I wouldn't want them back.
[KRAPP motionless staring before him. The tape runs on in silence.]
     "... I know cricket must sound like an odd pursuit to the non-converts, but suffice it to say that Beckett worshipped the game and it is in my opinion the most exemplary model of an Event Structure, weaving space, death, technology and repetition perfectly together...."
reminds me of this notion I once came across (and must find again): Samuel Beckett had a great love for the game of cricket, and an inclination towards physicality in general -- and was a master at spatial constructs, both in the staging of his plays and in the structure of his writings (many are mathematically structured down to the sentence, to the very word). James Joyce, however, was less physically inclined, though an accomplished vocalist, with a great love for song, and opera -- and his writings are extremely lyrical.... filled with growls and chirps, bass tones and arias. Each approached their writings, and their passions, from different inclinations: Beckett primarily through space, and Joyce through sound. Both dealt with notions of memory and experience in time and space, though differently manifest.
...it would be good to look especially at the aspect of repetition in their works, and how repetition is used to create a sense of space in both approaches....
...repetition, also, in visual languages (architecture, film, art, graphic design) to enhance, expand, compress space... (hmmmm, do all roads lead to Last Year at Marienbad)
8.19.2001
      Mas!Mas!Mas! Porque?Porque?Porque?
       A Show of Curious Collections
prompts a discussion regarding the difference (or lack of?) between collection and manifold.
from 6.9.2001 manifold as process, type/variant
manifold :
--adj: 1. Of many kinds; multiple. 2. Having many features or forms. 3. Consisting of or operating several of one kind.
--n.: 1. A whole composed of diverse elements. 2. One of many copies. 3. A pipe so fitted that it has several apertures for making multiple connections. 4. Math: A set of elements sharing a number of properties, usually of a topologic nature, such as orientability, differentiability, and dimensionality.
--tr.v. -folded, -folding, -folds. 1. To make several copies of. 2. To make manifold: multiply. [ME < OE manigfeald: manig, many + -feald, -fold.]
versus:
collection :
--n.: 1. the act or process of collecting. 2. A group of objects or works to be seen, studied, or kept together. 3. An accumulational deposit. 4.a. A collecting of money, as in church. b. the sum collected
and collect :
v. --tr.: To bring together in a group; gather; assemble. 2. To accumulate as a hobby or for study. 3. To call for and obtain payment of. 4. To recover control of.
--intr.: 1. To gather together; congregate, accumulate. 2. To take in payments or donatings [ME collecten: Lat.colligere : com-, together + legere, to gather.]
Interesting that collection is considered always a noun, though has its root in the verb collect, while manifold is in itself a verb in certain circumstances. To make manifold (manifold as process). One discussion (thanks Gian) centered around a notion that collection implies stasis (things that are the SAME) and manifold implies change (things that have EVOLVED). Note the word "implies." (imply : to involve or suggest by logical necessity; to say or express indirectly; to entangle [ME implien, to enfold])
One might also propose that a collection describes multiples of form where a manifold describes multiples of kind (and context -- see 7.8.2001razor). So, a gathering of locks of red hair is a collection. A gathering of people with different styles and manifestations of red hair (curly, straight, on the head, on the chin, under the arms) is a manifold????
Or, maybe better -- a gathering of random men named Cecil B. Smith is a collection. But a gathering of the 5 generations of a family of Cecil B. Smiths is a manifold. Again, the implication of evolution. The 5 generations of Cecils may not look anywhere near identical, but the threads of commonality are discernable in the shape of the eyes, a certain gait when walking (...usually of a topologic nature, such as orientability, differentiability, and dimensionality...). And, more importantly, the knowledge of the shared heritage creates a further perception of the additional unseen commonalities.
The collection shares a form (the name Cecil B. Smith) but the manifold also shares an idea (the particular Cecil B. Smith-ness of a particular group of Cecil B. Smiths). This example is tricky because the form in this case is the name, and the concept is the genetic structure. But the multiplicity of conceptual manifestations through the genetic structure is key here -- the form (the name of the man) can be repeated, but without some evolution of its ontology (the being of man), it remains a collection. The manifold is delineated by a change in form through this evolution: either of type (of kind, of kin) or of application (of context) (evolve : Lat. evolvere, to unroll -- Hmmmm... to unroll... to unfold......... mani- fold).
........................
D. reminds me of the difficulty of establishing a difference between the two -- that perhaps manifold is a subset of collection.
Take random examples of collections and run them through the wringer to see if they hold up to the notion of manifold. (eventually my head starts to get foggy and the distinction seems pointless, as many linguistic distinctions can be... but, still, there seems to be something to it...)
8.17.2001
to live a life that is simultaneously
   precise : adj 1. Clearly expressed or delineated; definite. 2. Capable of, resulting from or designating an action, performance, or process executed or successively repeated within close specified limits. 3. Strictly distinguished from others. 5. Distinct in sound or statement. [OFr. precis, condensed: Lat. praecisus, p.part. of praecidere,to shorten : prae- , in front + caedere, to cut]
to live deliberately, and with economy.
to be attentive and alert.
to take care.
to listen and consider.
to be diligent, to follow through.
and
   authentic : adj. 1. Having an undisputed origin; genuine; worthy of trust, reliance or belief. 2. Executed with due process 3. Authoritative. [ME autentik : OFr. autentique : LLat. authenticus : Gk. authentikos : authentes, author.]
to welcome the unknown, the overwhelming
to day dream
to be reckless
to act intuitively
to live simply and with immediacy
(reduce, reduce, reduce)
8.15.2001
the trip:
with D. and dog, we stayed at the Hotel Limpia in Fort Davis, the Capri in Marfa, then camped in the Davis Mountains for 2 nights. One whole glorious day spent lounging about on a blanket under the trees, listening to the birds and the wind, reading, playing a paradoxical game of double-solitaire, and generally doing nothing, with great joy. Saw an enormous shooting star (one of the perseid meteors) complete with sparks, like Disney would want it, like tinkerbell.
COMPRESSED SPACE
reading Blue Highways (by William Least Heat Moon), which follows his travels around the States in the back of a modified van. Steinbeck, without the dog. In the book, Least Heat Moon eventually passes through Louisiana, stopping in Shreveport, (where our good friend Harvey, and the Gourds hail from), and on into Texas.
And so it was that over the course of our return drive from Marfa (7 hours), heading east -- from Fort Stockton to Ozona, Junction, Fredericksburg, Johnson City, and Austin -- Least Heat Moon was heading west. A strange inversion between reading and doing. As I moved east, the space compressed, the scrabbly desert giving way to dots of live oaks and juniper, then rolling, grassy hills, cars, and lights. My external experience became complicated, dense and distracting, the more we drove. My mental, internal space was expanding, however, as I followed Least Heat Moon westward -- stopping for a spell in Dime Box, Texas then through Austin, and on to Johnson City, Fredericksburg, Junction....
...when I finally settled into my home-sweet-austin bed, he was watching the lights of Fort Stockton grow brighter, quietly approaching across the plateau.
8.08.2001
designing, building, making, reading, teaching, traveling -- alas, not much writing...
and having various discussions regarding approaches to teaching, especially students of architecture and design -- the differences between programs, their short-comings (and, also, long-goings?), raising questions of:
structure
scope
focus
and, especially, how to teach communication:how to make an argumentand process:
how to listen and consider
when to expand upon an idea, and why
when to let things go
potential areas of miscommunicationmethods
alternatives
influences and resources
techniques
advantages and disadvantages
inherent flaws
And what about all that is learned "between the lines???" What the faculty teach the students through their own processes of teaching, and through their own methods of communication with other faculty, and with students? We were once and always children, and, just as parents teach their children healthy and unhealthy patterns of communication, so are students highly impressionable. A wise teacher, it seems, will use these unscripted moments to teach by example.
on architecture v. design education:
Architecture Faculty in some academic environments seem to be largely engaged in political positioning around the role of architecture (are you a classicist, a modernist, a theorist, a realist, a phenomenologist). The discussions can be provocative, but language is often used that is egoist, exclusionary, and often dismissive. In contrast, the Design Faculty I know engage in conversations that are curious and inquisitive, usually about the work within the field itself (is this good, what makes that not so good, what are the implications, what are the referents?)
Is this in part because the design field is "younger" and still sorting itself out, therefore it is more focused on the actual work? Whereas architecture comes with this huge behemoth of a history with many political implications and established structures (and strictures) for critical debate? My friend V., who is well-versed in and vexed by the politics of academia, proposes an additional thought -- that it was Eisenman who unleashed structuralist and linguistic approaches of critique upon architecture, and, since then, education has been more focused on the critique and positioning of the work, and less on the evolution of the work itself.
But there is also the very real fact that architecture concerns itself with a form of product that will always be an enigma -- who is to say what a really good house is, what is a great building -- dealing with largely personal, subjective, and yet staunchly-held views about public and private space. Its positions will therefore always be arguable, and vehemently so. This brings out the manifestos in all of us. The design dialogue, on the other hand, is, perhaps, inherently more inclusive (though it has its own nasty strains of -isms and -ists), as it is usually more focused on product and cultural anthropology rather than enigmatic ideology.
The issue at hand, then, is how the argument [ME:OFr.:Lat. argumentum: arguere, "to make clear"] is made.
Many things being taught as primary components of "design" education (communication, methodology, objective and subjective modes of understanding, design synthesis) would be of great benefit within an architecture school. These involve larger dialogues regarding process, comprehension and persuasion, some aspects of which were once taught at the high school level, in language and rhetoric classes, but have been lost in the thundering waves of the science and math focused college-prep curriculum. But they are not adequately being addressed in architecture schools either, lost behind the posturing, and behind the myopia of autonomously-taught studios. Faculty, with all of their talk, are not talking to each other about their own product -- the education of an architect. What is most ironic is that the current rhetoric of architecture is a false rhetoric, as it encourages little debate, and puts forth even less in the form of persuasion and argument. The manifesto approach is exactly that -- a declaration, and not a conversation. This is what the students are learning, and they get precious few examples of how to hold a meaningful dialogue that encourages understanding, and little that invites any sort of exploration and synthesis.
7.30.2001
picked up at the local used-book store in Madison:
THE ORIENTATION OF ANIMALS: Kinesis, Taxes and Compass Reactions
by Gottfried S. Fraenkel + Donald L. Gunn
PART I Introduction
"The study of animal behaviour extends over a wide field; only a small part of it is covered in this book. We shall deal with the orientation of animals, the directions in which they walk or swim, and the reasons why particular directions are selected..."
[Fig. 37, p.92]
"Tracks of hermit crabs (a and b) and an isopod Aega (c) in a two-light experiment. Each part of the track is directed towards one light only."
[Fig. 47, p.110]
"Elysia viridis (mollusc) circling round a candle with an orientation angle of about 90 degrees, first on its left and then on its right."
see also:
Chronobiology for the Interested Layman and in Adult Education Courses
7.29.2001
To break out anew after a dormant or inactive period.[Lat. recrudescere, to grow raw again: re-, again + crudescere, to get worse: crudus, raw.] --re'cru'des'cence n. --re'cru'des'cent adj.
TRAVELS: Madison, Wisconsin, a place I'd never been. Built on an isthmus (a word that demands to be said out loud).
...D. tells me, magically, that he grew up thinking WATER IS LIKE AIR -- free, and always accessible, and part of everyday life...
A very CIVIC place, with people always out on "the square," (the central capitol grounds) and at "the Union," the meeting grounds for the University of Wisconsin, Madison. This is a typical large, old venerable university structure, but it is the outdoor space that makes it unique -- an enormous plaza reaches out to the south side of Lake Mendota (or Lake Monona, I kept getting the two sides of the isthmus confused), terracing down to the water's edge, swarmed with tables and giant shade trees, with a stage by the water where bands play most every night. Beers are served up in giant half-gallon cups, with small brown bags of popcorn. There is an outdoor pavilion where staffers grilled sandwiches and such, served with yet more beer, in an endless supply. Which is necessary, because it seems the entire town finds their way down to the union by late afternoon to watch the sun quietly set over the lake. And I mean everyone -- children eating ice cream, young teens clustered in flirtatious gangs (so coltish, and SO dramatic), older couples, families, and, of course, crowds of college kids.
We would sit on the steps by the water and watch the demographics shift as the evening wore on, and the clothing shift from the shorts and sandals of those ending their night at the Union, to the hot pants and haltertops of those who were just beginning. Christopher Alexander's Pattern Language made manifest, with different sizes and shapes and types of spaces and places for every activity and mood. William H. Whyte comes to mind as well, the famous studies he did of public spaces and patterns of human interaction:
(film: The Social Life of Small Urban Spaces)
(text: City: Rediscovering the Center)
A large portion of the population has Germanic or Norwegian roots -- and you sense it in the places: very much about community, the land and the water, good, simple, hearty food (and did I mention beer?). We were in Madison four days, and went to the Union every afternoon (and one morning). We would sometimes come across the same people there, or walking down State Street, on their way to or from. Once a year the Union has an amnesty day when people return any of the terrace chairs or tables that may have been "borrowed."
...you can watch the sun rise over the lake in the east and set in the west without ever moving from your seat...
Now have 6 of These United States still yet to visit: Idaho, Oregon, Washington, Montana, Alaska and Hawaii.
7.11.2001
and from: "Stephane Mallarme's Influence in the Visual Arts"
"During his visits to Manet's studio, he solidified his theories of poetic language, and began using visual descriptions as a way to represent meaning, and to describe specific objects, without mentioning them specifically. Mallarme does this by eliminating the reference of specific objects and ideas of the real world by conjuring up certain feelings or a remembrance of specific ideas or objects. His poems are "...meant to be read like music, perpendicular as well as horizontally, with all of the various possibilities constituting the harmony and with the lyric lines nothing more than an impression or an intention""(5-day excursion begins tomorrow (an outing, says Ms.(mary) Poppins) to points north. No posts until next Wednesday.....................)
7.08.2001
from 5.30.2001razor
"...concepts of writing as a "clear window" or a pure mechanism come to mind --not the thing itself but the enabler of the thing...." --B.R.
cryptic biodiversity (via: Alamut via: Metaforage)
references the idea of "parallelism: a situation where two organisms independently come up with the same adaptation to a particular environment..."
so seemingly familial manifolds might, in fact, be distinct from one another in their evolution, though related in their manifestations -- with those manifestations being the products of environment. One could discern, then, between manifolds of KIND [ME:OE (ge)cynd, nature]
and manifolds of CONTEXT [ME, composition: Lat. contextus: p.part. of contextere, to join together: com-, together + textere, to plait]
7.07.2001
see: december10.net under: "new projects" goto: "anti-aperture"
Anti-Aperture Project: descriptions of image-moments that were uncapturable for one reason or another, paired with the correspondingly missing image.
"...all descriptions are actual accounts of things that I thought would have made beautiful photographs but were impossible to catch. So rather than cry about it, I have turned these impossibilities into another method of shooting.".....description of the image as the image, thereby creating a charged void within the (image) absence.
.....also could be: DESCRIPTION OF A PERFORMANCE AS THE PERFORMANCE.
this opens up the notion that the idea is often stronger than the reality. Not the thing, but the idea of the thing. Not the thing, but the forces contained within the thing.
7.04.2001
(ignoring, for the moment, the obviously arguable issues of religious affiliation, the current myriad of questionably tyrannic actions by the United States and also intending no animosity towards our now allied British friends across the Atlantic):
| IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America, When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.    --That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,    --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.    --Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.... |
read further: (list of repeated injuries and usurpations by the king, and final proclamation of independence)
7.02.2001
from a television commercial (for what, I can't remember. proof, once again, that so-called "smart" advertising doesn't really work in the way they all wish it worked, as I blithely scoop up the visuals and filter out the product)
:::::::: one particular scene shows a 3/4 aerial view of people crouched in long, long lines behind garbage cans/telephone poles/mailboxes, hiding from the multiple lines of site of a man who is searching for them. As the man's position changes, the lines of people all shift with his lines of sight...... swinging wildly left and right....
(TEMPEST... remembering the geometric fractals of the field of play and fluid sweep of the game piece......... lines of movement and stasis made visible)
6.28.2001
caught a 3-part documentary last night on the evolution of dance in the black community. A few things of note:
- Trisha Brown, speaking of the Judson School :
"we were the first modern dancers to take the hyperbole out of the work."
and Alvin Ailey :
"spirituals were a music that I felt I could actually SEE..."
STRAPPING TO, WALKING ON, MODIFICATIONS, AMPLIFICATIONS
    - a performance by Bill T. Jones and Arnie Zane
wearing 16" thick block shoes, strapped to his feet
    - someone named "Solomons"
suspended, with ropes perpendicular to a tree, parallel to the ground and walking, quite miraculously, around the tree trunk, in an unwinding spiral (must find out more about that fellow).
    - Ulysses Dove, choreographer, came out of the Ailey troupe
working the dancers in rehearsal with the shapes and sounds of his voice..... half-words...........nonsense, the BREATH, the RHYTHMIC tttTTT-ba-da-ba-da paaaaahhhhhh....... stopped me in my tracks. mesmerizing. SOUND and SPACE. undeniably linked, perceptually and conceptually. Like the shape and sound of a writer's voice. Like the way music is often thought of in terms of the SPACE it creates. And I, also, often describe how a space, or a wall will feel by using a sound, or series of sounds and breath.....
Of the dancers mentioned above, 3 out of the 6 are now dead because of AIDS.
6.25.2001
(The point is not to do remarkable things, but to do ordinary things with the conviction of their immense value)
-- Teilhard de Chardin
6.23.2001
Willa Cather, On the Art of Fiction (1920)
"Art, it seems to me, should simplify. That, indeed is very nearly the whole of the higher artistic process; finding what conventions of form and what detail one can do without and yet preserve the spirit of the whole -- so that all that one has suppressed and cut away is there to the reader's consciousness as much as if it were type on the page."
"...to get into a holding pattern is the problem: to assume that the point is to maintain, rather than to constantly renew. One has to begin again every day, no matter what great things happened in the past. For fear of losing what we have, we often fail to realize that everything has to start over constantly, so we end up losing it anyway"This prompted me to pull out a set of index cards typed (on an actual TYPEWRITER) one summer, my own "cliff's notes" of a text on meditation: Mindfulness in Plain English, by Henepola Gunaratana. Found what I was looking for:
"Mindfulness, and only mindfulness, can perceive that the three prime characteristics that Buddhism teaches are the deepest truths of existence."
anicca: impermanenceI struggled - REALLY STRUGGLED - with these notions, and I think it is this sort of abstract thinking that many people feel they cannot relate to in Buddhism or other similar practices. How can one embrace this in any sort of a concrete way? How can I possibly apply this in "regular" life and still be a critical, thinking person? The great shift in understanding is to realize that the art of mindfulness is grounded very much in the concrete, and in its application within moments of everyday perception. This ability is perhaps one of its most important aspects: to notice that the true nature of ALL phenomena is impermanent, unsatisfactory, and self-less.
all conditioned things are inherently transitory
dukkha: unsatisfactoriness
every wordly thing is, in the end, unsatisfying.
anatta: selflessness
the absence of a permanent, unchanging entity called self.
I bring this into ockhams' razor because, although I do not practice a true meditation, I have found that being aware of these characteristics in a sort-of waking meditation has significantly impacted not only my relationships, but also my work. For example, it is especially difficult to accept the "every wordly thing is, in the end, unsatisfying." But when I allow for that AS A POSSIBILITY, suddenly I am able to release issues of doubt and disappointment and worry. If everything is inherently unsatisfying, and I go into my life being ok with that, then pressure is released and graceful acceptance (and action) can begin. Art-making, and design, can be as fraught with self-doubt, worry and disappointment as any relationship. Some would say more so, given the potential neuroses of the creative act. But releasing the expectation of fulfillment, releasing the neurosis of the self (because there is no self) enables me to focus my bare attention (sati) on the work, and not on the expectations for the work.
Similarly, it has enabled me to focus my bare attention on the relationships I have, and not on my expectations for those relationships. To focus on the concrete, tangible perceptions of being with another, of being a part of a family, of being in this world. This has made all the difference.
6.22.2001
6.21.2001
This week they spent their first nights in this place that we have created. We: their hope, their needs... my hand and eye... the passion of the builder, my now dear friend Chuck... and the honest determination of his crew, most of them fresh-faced West Texas boys, right out of high school from neighboring Alpine, or Fort Davis, with big dreams of bigger towns where there is less space to get lost in.
And so I get a sweet little poem from K., which I feel he might allow me to excerpt:
When theHis phrasing "toll-free" intrigues me - perhaps it is because places like West Texas give so freely to a person; it seems as if you are getting something for next to nothing. Where life feels natural, and full of grace. So much, it hurts.
Evening sun
Starts down
The thick
Soft breeze
Comes round
And there is
No sound
On the west
Side of town...
Save the
Chirping
Of birds
And the
Unnatural
Ringing in
Your brain
From the quiet...
It is like pain
At toll-free
Marfa, TX....
Great Tsunami
Views to
Make you
Cry
Come see
It is
Toll-free
Marfa, TX....
grace n.
Seemingly effortless beauty or charm of movement, form or proportion....
A sense of fitness or propriety...
A favor rendered by one who need not do so; indulgence...
American Heritage Dictionary, Second College Edition
6.19.2001

(I can't help but notice how similar the color is to the title bar of ockham's razor)
to continue from the previous post: some of the (manifold) references for "manifold":
mathematics:
A continuous n-manifold is a topological space where there is some open set around each point that is isomorphic to [Euclidean space]? Rn. That is, the space looks locally Euclidean. These isomorphisms are called charts, and the collection of all of them is called an atlas; by only including charts that relate smoothly to one another, we get an analytic manifold. All differentiable manifolds can be made analytic.the automotive referent:
Associated with every point on an analytic manifold is a [tangent space]? and its dual, the cotangent space. The former consists of the possible directional derivatives, and the latter the differentials, which can be thought of as infinitesimal elements of the manifold. These spaces always have the same dimension as the manifold does.
Manifold: What is it?Frequently Asked Questions about the BXR Manifold
- One manifold of an internal_combustion_engine is the system of pipes that distributes the mixture of air and fuel from the carburetor to all of the cylinders.
- The exhaust manifold gathers together all of the pipes that carry exhaust out of the cylinders and channels them into the tailpipe and muffler.
- The manifold that carries air and fuel to the cylinders is located underneath the carburetor on the top of the engine. The exhaust manifold is located under the engine, where the exhaust pipes exit each of the cylinders.
Will it fit under my stock hood?
Absolutely. The BXR design is 1/4 to 1/2 lower than the stock 5.0 & 5.8 (GT-40) Manifold.
the inflatable life jacket inflator manifold
some great diagrams and descripions of engine manifolds
A School on High-Dimensional Manifold Topology
and
The Manifold Inn near The River Manifold in The Manifold Valley Buxton, Derbyshire
there seem to be manifolds for everything ----- gas, water, combustion, exhaust, aquatic, mathematics (quantum field theory), oil, coolant, pneumatics, cement, two-liter intake, stepped, small valve, exhaust, pressure, Dual R134a & R12 gauge sets, heat, vacuum, 2-in-1 "Y"
including a quiet, beautiful manifold of paper, light and shadow
6.09.2001
--adj: 1. Of many kinds; multiple. 2. Having many features or forms. 3. Consisting of or operating several of one kind.
--n.: 1. A whole composed of diverse elements. 2. One of many copies. 3. A pipe so fitted that it has several apertures for making multiple connections. 4. Math A set of elements sharing a number of properties, usually of a topologic nature, such as orientability, differentiability, and dimensionality.
--tr.v. -folded, -folding, -folds. 1. To make several copies of. 2. To make manifold: multiply. [ME < OE manigfeald : manig, many + -feald, -fold.]
It is the noun-use 4. that interests me: A set of elements sharing a number of properties, usually of a topologic nature, such as orientability, differentiability, and dimensionality. It would be interesting to pull together artists who do work of iterations (whose work is iterative), perhaps in wholly different ways that may seem entirely distinct, yet are of the same breed, the same family of insect. I am reminded of a text on morphology once read that had a striking illustration of the many, many variations within a particular family of 9-segmented beetles. Each beetle had the same parts, the same nine segments, same legs, same antennae. But for each variant the emphasis and proportion of the given parts was different - the 7th segment, say, and the 5th, in one beetle, were longer, while its legs were shorter and grouped more towards the head. In another one, the segments were all fairly regularly spaced, and thin, except for the 2nd segment, which was quite wide, and the legs were split between the front half and the back half.
Morphology, manifolds - also brings to mind the phrase "type/variant," which I first heard from an architect named Vincent James (see Type/Variant House, also Minneapolis Boathouse Project). I am beginning to explore this idea in direct applications of materiality and texture, and am currently working on developing a set of manifolds - one, for example, involves lines of sequins that expand and contract in scale and orientation creating a shifting topography of like-minded (type-minded) variation.
The idea of manifold as a process, too, where different works present evolutions of form or idea - the 7th segment elongates, the antennae turn outward instead of inward, the legs bifurcate. D's work does this for me, from floating objects to stick lamps to log lights to laminated log sections to ????(what's next Dan?) Each iteration is a variation in scale, medium, and form, with the focus (the emphasis) shifting between object, image, log, light, surface, edge, etc., depending on the phenomenon under exploration. All of the works seem to be cousins, however, even if distant. Is there more to it than just work being done by the same person, by the same hand? I think so. Of course, there are threads to be found between all of the work created by one person, but there are certain people who work more directly in a process of manifold, whose work seems to be deliberately stretching certain segments and allowing others to regress, while still staying in the same family. And those same artists also create other works that are not in a given set of manifolds, that are, in fact, quite distinct.
The works of a manifold do NOT, necessarily, denote chronology, or linear development. This is what could be compelling about an exhibition of manifolds. It allows process to be evident, without making it the subject of the show, without saying, "first the artist did this work, then this, then this." The manifold as process is not about chronological linear evolution, but about multiplicity in evolution, whose analogy might be the organic cluster-and-spoke-like growth of form as found in the development of cities over time. This seems to hold more true to the way ideas are often implemented as well.
6.06.2001
(click on "male" first.....)(via mighty girl)
20 minutes later, though, and I'm sitting here, with Jack (cat) perched on my lap (though perched is not quite accurate given his girth - sprawled? wedged? glommed onto?), working more on my 20 things for calamondin.
20 things. 20 people. 20 days. a swap meet, a mail art project, a limited edition art exchange. The premise: you make an edition of 20 of something (size restrictions: 4 by 6 by .5 inches maximum). You mail those to me along with a self-addressed stamped envelope. So do 19 other people (well, ok, 18, since I'll be the 20th). I do lots of sorting on the floor of my living room, then mail you a package of 20 delightful pieces of art. - calamondinI wonder what Jesse is doing.
6.04.2001
thoughts, in their own words, of 36 graduating high school students in Thrall, TX
located an hour north east of Austin.
| Matthew Suchomel, 18
I'm going to be a firefighter. I don't want no boring desk job or nothing. I want something that's kind of interesting, fun and gets your blood pumping. It's an adventure, I would think. It'd be kind of fun if you did something good for the world or people in the city. Later on, after I get my place set, I'm going to have a ranch and stuff. That's what my dad does, but I don't plan on doing that right now. There's not too much money in it. ................................ Isai Govellan, 17 I'm going to be moving out. I have to get used to that because I'm going to go to college - Blinn Junior College. I have some friends there. I'll study computer graphics. From there I'm not too sure. I love drawing and doing other kinds of design. I'm real creative. I'm nervous about not meeting expectations. They say I can do a lot of things. I just need to try harder. They can tell when I try or don't try. ................................ Alonso Aleman, 19 After graduation, I'll probably take a year off and get a job. I'm not sure what. I'll probably just stay with my parents for awhile. In five years I'll probably be married. I've had a girlfriend for about three years. We've talked about it. We'll probably start a family. No kids yet, but about two, later. She probably wants them. ................................ Lucas Agee, 17 I'm just going to continue working. Right now it's McDonald's but that ain't going to last too long. I'll find something else. I'm tired of fast food. I'd be kind of happy not to see some of these people at school again, to tell you the truth. I don't get along with too many people. A lot of people get their stuff handed to them, and I've had to work for mine, so it makes me mad. I've had millions of different jobs. I've worked over at the Hippoplex, at a welding shop in Taylor, and at Walmart, up at the school, and at Subway. I'd rather go to work than school, and actually get paid for showing up. ................................ Sarah Noel, 18 I go in July and get enrolled at Baldwin Beauty School in Austin for cosmetology. I've always liked doing it, so I decided to take my career in it. I cut my boyfriend's hair and stuff, but I messed up on it. It wasn't my fault because he moved his head. I had one of the electric razors with no guard and he said he's never going to let me do it again. ................................ Michelle Lawrence, 18 I'm going to take my first year at Temple Junior College. I finally got my mom worn down, she's going to let me apply or Galveston or Kingsville, and that's where I'm going to go from there. She doesn't think I can be out on my own; I don't have enough responsibility for that. She doesn't think I can handle it. That, and I'm her last. And I'm going to be the first to go to college. I have no talent for nothing and history interests me. So I'm going to go for history. My teacher actually told me a pretty neat thing you can get into. You can go to Hollywood and they'll ask you to find information on different things for movies. I wanted to look into that. If I can figure out what it's called. ................................ Miles Chumbley, 18 After graduation, I'm going to work at various camps as a counselor. Then I'm going to Grayson County College in Sherman. My sister went there. I haven't decided what I'm going to study - probably music and animal science. I'm in my own band, a rock band. We don't have a name. I've always been into animals. In five years, I'll just have graduated college, so it's hard to say where I'll be. I could be in a band playing somewhere or out in the field studying animals. Reptiles especially. They always appeal to me - they have a lot of attitude and are shunned by everyone. I'm a little anxious, a little apprehensive about what's about to happen to me. I'm fixing to be out on my own. I'm also excited because I get to prove myself. ................................ Dana Rutter, 17 I'm going to work until August at Beall's in Taylor, and then I'm going to Sam Houston. My mom went there, and it's fairly cheap. My dad's trying to make up a contract for me to pay him back. I don't think that'll happen. I'm going to major in business accounting and business management. This lady that works at Beall's, she knows a guy that works at the Huntsville Jail in human resources. She said she could help me for a summer job, so I'm going to go over there. I haven't ever been to a jail. But she said I won't be around any inmates. I'll be back in my own office. ................................ Joanna Memmer, 18 I'm going to get a job. One that pays money - that would be nice. I just really am not sure..... I'm not nervous about graduating because everything will just work out. I don't need much. Just money and a truck and friends. I don't think I want a career. I don't want to settle down to one thing. Maybe go to Broadway and be a dancer. Then be a mechanic. Everything different. Because you only have one life. ................................ Keith Sutton, 18 As soon as I graduate, I'll find a new job. A better job than the one I've got right now. I work at a shop, a tire shop in Taylor. I put them on and do oil changes and stuff. I'll probably go to Round Rock and find another job. I'm just ready to get out of here. Just whatever happens. |
I want to put them all in my pocket and tell them that everything is going to be ok. Even if I have to lie.
5.30.2001
My father paints the summer
Today my father sent in his thoughts on some of my writings, which serves to remind me of who I am by surprising me, yet again, with who he is. Posted his comments, under dialogues, but here is an excerpt:
....I have always been fascinated by the moment of sublimity myself, as you know. Numbers do it for me. I cannot ever forget, not the circumstances, but the emotion (?) of the epiphany when I first heard it said that one needed no numbers beyond 3 because 3 meant multiplicity and therefore included all higher numbers. Space disappeared and time stopped for me as I read that sentence. How clear, how truthful, how simple, how--efficient was the idea. Do you know how some sentences/expressions one realizes take far longer to say anything, sort of like a mouthful of bubbles or cotton candy, or a 10-lb bag of packing material with only a small item inside. But this sentence matched container with contents perfectly--the perfect expressive analog for the substance of the idea, hence immensely powerful because instantly revealing. Concepts of writing as a "clear window" or a pure mechanism come to mind--not the thing itself but the enabler of the thing....An unconventional man, my dad - an Army officer, but taught english/writing at West Point, with a masters specializing in Old-English Lit. from Duke U.... after 26 years of service went to nursing school, residency in an oncology unit.... as of late has been working as an information architect (!) with computer systems for some sort of major health-care "data management" corporation... My favorite thing, though: HE ONCE WENT TO CLOWN SCHOOL. When my brother and I were younger he would do magic tricks at our birthday parties; Halloween meant we could raid his clown kit and fight over who got to wear the big clown shoes (we would eventually tire of that, whining at the suggestion, preferring to dress as cowboys, or as "hoboes," in those innocent days of childhood when the vagabond was a romantic hero and homelessness was not a disquieting social dilemma).
Does he still know any magic tricks?
5.29.2001
| from Marcel Duchamp:
...a transformer designed to utilize the slight wasted energies such as: the excess of pressure on an electric switch.Anthologie de l'humour noir,under "Duchamp" (via The Writings of Marcel Duchamped. Michel Sanouillet + Elmer Peterson) |
5.26.2001
................I think
I've been thinking about the shape and sound of people's writing - I don't know if this happens to anyone else, but when I read something and then fall asleep, I quite often dream in the voice of the author I was just reading, their short staccato sentence forms, or their rounded, interwoven imagery and alliteration. It doesn't matter if it's fiction or non-fiction, any shape will do, they all seem to imprint themselves in some way. I can't figure out if the words in my dreams come from any direct memories of things read - I don't think they do. The dreams involve new subject matter, but the word choices, the language, the rhythms and patterns and shape of sounds will be those of the text. My brain, through the act of reading, must be working in certain configurations for each author's voice, and continues in that configuration in my sleeping state. It's very strange, as if possessed by their breath.
in any writing, the voice of the author has a very distinct shape and sound - you could say personality, except it is more abstract and sensory than that. I've been thinking how each online log has a certain tone, like a piece of music, and each successive post is a different permutation of that log's tone, rising or falling, pausing, repeating for emphasis. I heard an interview on KUT last week with the producer of the show "The West Wing" (which I have only seen a couple of times). He talked about how he thinks about each episode as a piece of music, with crescendos and diminuations, and that certain "instruments" (characters) will rise out of the orchestration for the provocative solo, in the same way a clarinet might emerge so sweet and mournful, or how a cello might provide a vibration, a bass undertone.
and so, each log. The more "personal" diary forms, of course, have more of a personal voice, but every writing has its tone. It's shape. Quiet whispering ones here (nick drake?), chirpy pop music there (Solex? Cibo Matto?), some with long, delicate, but increasing breaths (mozart's Serenade for Winds K.361?), some insistent, persistent (P.J. Harvey?). Some of the logs I read are nocturnes, like birchlane, delicate and light, quietly swelling and then sustaining notes long past memory. What shape, I wonder, is mine? What is my breath?
A related thought - I often use sounds to describe the shape of a space, or the feeling of a wall...
but that is another post for another day....
5.22.2001
In one post, under art/film, he writes on genre distinctions in art, specifically regarding high art and low art and the propensity for schools of thought to champion one over the other.
"But while some cultural studies proponents claim that they reject "high" culture and favor "low" culture as a sort of anti-elitist move, what's interesting to me is the way that they often unwittingly and implicitly end up repeating the same artworld value systems as the critical schools which came before them.
How so? By focusing on the marginal, the unique, the defamiliarized, the overtly political, and the fragmented within mass culture rather than focusing on average works of pop culture. Thus, one can open a book by a cultural studies thinker and find essays on the Simpsons, Madonna, Riot Grrl, or politicized hip-hop performers. Or, coming from the other direction, one can find critiques of overtly race and gender-themed pop culture artifacts.
But what you don't find is a focus on the absolutely average, unoriginal, and boring works of mass culture. Nobody writes about Home Improvement, Garth Brooks, Green Day, or the Dave Matthews Band...."
There is also a follow up entry (including a post on Gilles Deleuze that is interesting). Some of his readers responded that, in fact, there are people dealing with the average, the mainstream. My problem with much of that work is that it is often done tongue-in-cheek, or with great high-art pretension, with nudges of "isn't this ironic?" or "how socially aware am I for doing an in-depth study of the phenomenon of the fanny-pack?" I am tired of work that looks at the mundane and appropriates it for profound (high-art) cultural commmentary.
I think it is difficult for critics (and artists) to discuss mainstream culture for what it is, for its "concrete reality," without tugging it into the realm of pop art or social criticism. Dave Hickey comes closest to being able to examine a cultural phenomenon based on its merits, or lack thereof, alone, with sincerity and without irony. Now Dave Hickey can be a pompous ass in his own right (I think he knows it and, in fact, enjoys his moments of pompous-assosity). But his is the first writing on art and culture that makes me sit up and pay attention because he speaks in specific, concrete terms about ordinary passions like rock-and-roll and hot-roddin' cars and Hank Williams, and is able to place art in those everyday contexts, not the other way around. To talk about art like you talk about rock-and-roll. It doesn't get any sexier than that.
In one particular essay, he looks at artists like Jackson Pollack and Stan Brackhage and Andy Warhol, at their evolution and the evolution of jazz and rock, at high-art and low-art and everything in-between. It ends with:
"...And you can thank the wanking eighties, if you wish, and digital sequencers, too, for proving to everyone that technologically "perfect" rock - like free jazz - sucks rockets. Because order sucks. I mean, look at the Stones. Keith Richards is ALWAYS on top of the beat, and Bill Wyman, until he quit, was always behind it, because Richard is leading the band and Charlie Watts is listening to him and Wyman is listening to Watts. So the beat is sliding on those tiny neural lapses, not so you can tell, of course, but you can feel it in your stomach. And the intonation is wavering, too, with the pulse in the finger on the amplified string. This is the delicacy of rock-and-roll, the bodily rhetoric of tiny increments, necessary imperfections, and contingent community. And it has its virtues, because jazz only works if we're trying to be free and are, in fact, together. Rock-and-roll works because we're all a bunch of flakes. That's something you can depend on, and a good thing, too, because in the twentieth century, that's all there is: jazz and rock-an-roll. The rest is term papers and advertising."By the way, no one could ever say Dave Hickey wasn't opinionated. He has made a living off of being opinionated. Thank goodness someone is.
"The Delicacy of Rock-and-Roll"
from AIR GUITAR by Dave Hickey
And I have to add that today's "technological music" has come a long way from the synthesized sounds of the eighties that Hickey criticizes so vehemently. Much of electronica/techno and other forms of music today could fall under the jazz heading of "being free while, in fact, being together" while other forms, including drum and bass, hip-hop, house music fall under the rock-and-roll realm, allowing the beat to slip and slide.
5.20.2001
projected spaces - Helen Maurer
modular systems
photos as sculptural material (Rebekah Modrak)
block printing + wire diagrams
fishtank as charged void
flicker film festival
Hilary Brougher
"The Sticky Fingers of Time" 1998?
"Hilary Brougher's conceit is that time has five fingers. In addition to past, present and future, there is also "that which might have been and that which yet could be." These two realms, which literary theorists term the subjunctive, are where desire and imagination meet."
Line Describing a Cone by Anthony McCall
1973 unpredictable length
Film as performance
"... the image is three dimensional, contained in the light-beam from the projector itself. A point of light from the black film, when viewed from beside the projector beam, is seen as a line, in space, running outwards from the projector lens. During thirty minutes the point on the film surface extends to become the circumference of a circle, so that the line from the projector consequently describes the surface of a cone--a time sculpture using 'solid' light."
(.... a perfect thing... Kudos to Austin Cinemaker Coop and
Rude Mechanicals for bringing this to Austin)
NY Times article on "digitizing" Line Describing a Cone
Cari Carmean - bedhead as a scientific property (upward gravity)
the pogo stick (more upward gravity... states of suspension)
sequin landscapes
and some more things - DEC2000:
sleeved fabric on two parallel vertical poles that could be slid down and softly gathered. the hand causing a v-shape in the center of the fabric. the folds variable in density and light.
video projection on ceiling: boy and girl attempting to stay a-hovering?
(yet more upward gravity)
damien hearst dot paintings and colored pom-pon's of man's hat
quilted windows
grass and mirrors in an elevator
orange balloons yearning to get in and blue balloons peering out
graphite lines on mylar. graphite dates on mylar.
browny-bronzy metal frames w/ black/charcoal photographs
a cardboard man with folded cardboard skin
half+half paint chip cards
fluttery half-light of fluorescent tube engaging
green/white/yellow soothing panels of pure light
repetition and assymetry in "A Scene at the Sea" (by Takeshi Kitano)
railroad caboose and train with desert sunset glow
rabbits whispering
old men and their women dancing
5.17.2001
Especially curious is his idea, outlined previously, that art begins with issues of "visibility" (the image), then moves through function and form, and that architecture begins with issues of finality (purpose, then space and structure), then proceeds to satisfy a perceptual image or idea in its final form. In the early 1900's this was an extremely radical idea, given that for centuries great architecture was required to be awe-inspiring and majestic and very much full of image and idea (usually the idea had something to do with religion). The great shift that allowed the modernist "form follows function" thinking was a result of a very complex web of influences, from the increased understanding of science and technology to the resultant increasing doubt in religion, from the rise of the common "man" due to education and travel to the decline and distrust of the secular "religions" of empires and absolute monarchist rule. So-called common things such as the intellect and houses and issues of everyday living were the new champions, and with that came the desire for a new architecture where life told art what to do, not the other way around.
Of course, that was then, and this, as they say, is a completely different can of worms. After believing that form followed function for a number of decades, (and after that philosophy was twisted in service of certain socialist parties and turned into facism) the architects became skeptical and wondered - what happened to all of the beauty and delight? Along came the post-modernists who began to bring the human component of emotion back to the table, including aspects of humor and symbol and reference and identity, and, yes, of form. But this would eventually be questioned again and, after a few decades of image and frivolity, we seem to have moved away from such symbolically formal issues and into a realm of the body and structure, of physicality and tectonics, of surface and skin.
What I think is happening through all of this evolution and shifting of priorities is a sort of shell-game of the notions of architecture set forth by Vitruvius, forever and ever ago (1st century BC):
Each movement has championed one element over the other, with great huffing and puffing and proclamations of the spirit. There is a pretty good outline of the history of this shell-game in an article by Brittanica. The following addresses the position of the shells in Loos' time:
So, thanks to Corbusier (and Loos), the world was reminded to consider structure and proportion as beautiful. BUT, thanks to the art of Duchamp, and the cubists, and James Joyce and Samuel Beckett, the world was free to also consider sublimity and ugliness as part of the notion of beauty, or delight.. A revolution was occurring, especially in the art world, and it would follow, more slowly, in architecture. And architecture today has been picking up on the minimalist approaches in art to perception and materiality, combining it with the conceptualist approaches of meaning and interrogation. Architecture often seems to follow its more radical friends in art, who also are playing their own shell-game of firmness, commodity and delight. The division of art and architecture is not what Loos once thought it to be.After the German philosopher and educator Alexander Gottlieb Baumgarten had introduced the neologism AESTHETICS in about 1750, the visual merits of all artifacts tended to be assessed more subjectively than objectively; and, in the criticism of all those sensory stimuli that, for want of a better term, critics somewhat indiscriminately lumped together as the fine arts, the visual criteria were extended to include not only beauty but also sublimity, picturesqueness, and even ugliness. Now it is clear that, once ugliness is equated with beauty, both terms (being contradictory) become virtually meaningless. But ugliness, after the mid-19th century, was not only one of the most important themes of many popular dramas and novels; ugliness was also often considered the most appropriate architectural expression for all sorts of virtues--especially those of manliness, sincerity, and so on.
Before 1750, architects had expressed these qualities more subtly (e.g., by slight modifications of proportions or by unobtrusive ornament). In later years, when the value of proportion and ornament became highly controversial, architectural theorists tended to avoid committing themselves to any criteria that might be subsumed under the heading venustas. In the last resort, however, some concept of beauty must be essential to any theory of architecture; and, whether one considers Le Corbusier's buildings beautiful or not, his most stabilizing contribution toward the theory of modern architecture was undoubtedly his constant reiteration of this term and his insistence on the traditional view that beauty in architecture is essentially based on harmonious proportions, mathematically conceived.
Mitsu, of synthetic zero, has his own reflection on Loos' separation of art and architecture:
...I think that this dichotomy is not quite what it seems. The implication of Loos' notion is that we know, in advance, what it is that makes us comfortable, that we know the function or functions that our architecture will serve. In fact, however, I believe that architecture at its best enables us to find precisely that which we had not necessarily expected --- not necessarily expected either from our individual life, or our life in the context of a community.I like to think of this in terms of the following: I do not think an architect can directly create the sublime, but I think the architect can (and should) create the opportunity for the sublime. It is this approach to what could be called "delight" that architecture shares, unequivocably, with art.
5.11.2001
I've been thinking lately about how leaving the rat race doesn't mean you aren't still a rat. You're just a self-employed rat who gets to talk to clients while still in your pajamas and can take a nap at 2 in the afternoon if you want to. Sure, you've gotten rid of the stress of running round and round on the same wheel day in and day out, but you can't eliminate the fact the you're still in a cage............ And those damn whiskers keep getting in your way.
So what is it that makes the cage go away, if only in our tiny little rat minds? A good friend of D.'s supposedly once said something that might just be brilliant:
"without conviction and belief we are left having to amuse ourselves minute by minute in the lapses that reality has to offer."A perfect description of rat-ness.
And another rather humbling thought for the day:
"The architect is a builder who has learned Latin."Loos is a confusing architect to understand - he wrote famously of the need for a strong division of art and architecture:
Adolf Loos
The house has to please everyone, contrary to the work of art which does not. The work is a private matter for the artist. The house is not. The work of art is brought into the world without there being a need for it. The house satisfies a requirement. The work of art is responsible to none; the house is responsible to everyone. The work of art wants to draw people out of their state of comfort. The house has to serve comfort. The work of art is revolutionary; the house is conservative. The work of art shows people new directions and thinks of the future. The house thinks of the present. Man loves everything that satisfies his comfort. He hates everything that wants to draw him out of his acquired and secured position and that disturbs him. Thus he loves the house and hates art. Does it follow that the house has nothing in common with art and is architecture not to be included in the arts? That is so. Only a very small part of architecture belongs to art: the tomb and the monument. Everything else that fulfills a function is to be excluded from the domain of art.It is important to remember the context of his work (early 1900's, when architecture was swept up in the Art Nouveau movement). He was one of the first "modernists," seeking a rationalist approach to architecture, in the footsteps of Louis Sullivan's dictum "form follows function." Here is an excerpt from a paper (that I hope she doesn't mind my referencing?) by Anneke Hackman:
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1.Visible Surface. This first element conveys the building's image, and concerns elements of the visible realm, such as light, color, or its facades, which clad the structure's interior and exterior walls like membranes.
2.Material Structure. The skeletal structure of the building, it might be comprised of beams, columns, brick, steel, stone, and so on; occasionally the technical underpinnings of the material structure, usually concealed, are revealed as well.
3.Space-Volume. The form circumscribed by the material structure on both the outside and inside of buildings; the placement of the elements of the material structure which allocates space within the defined volume.
4.Finality. This designates the emotional or functional component of the building, and involves its social or psychological purpose.
These four architectural and compositional elements combine to emphasize the importance of art or architecture through the notions of perception or conception, in accordance with the desired artistic sentiment or architectural objective. With the former, the focus remains on the perception of the completed building, since the purpose is to evoke specific emotions. How we perceive art is more important than the manner by which the work of art was realized; the visual supercedes the process of creation. Therefore, the order of the above themes follows its numerical order: we search for an appropriate visible surface, interpret the appropriate material structure, define the required space-volume to evoke the appropriate emotions, and then identify the finality required.
Because the requirement for functionality occasions the use of architecture over art, the target is found in the conception of the structure, rather than our attained perception from the result. Art is created to serve a purpose so we act from conception upwards, applying the four elements in reverse order: we look for the finality, the functional component required of the building, progress to the space-volume best suited to the task, select the material structure, and finally establish what would best convey the building's image via an appropriate visible surface. The end result is conception with consideration given to perception, creating a dichotomy between public and private, the monument against the house, and the exterior in contrast to the building's interior. The monument is not a house because the former is a sign, on the side of perception, whereas the latter requires the architect to familiarize himself with the needs and habits of the occupants, developing space according to lifestyles, and conceive the proper accommodation from finality down to visible surface.
It follows that we must investigate the spectrum of function to ornamentation in Loos' ideology, for we must locate the balance of conception utilized to reach the target of functionality and to cause the consumer to perceive the appropriateness of the occasioned structure. Architecture must meet a physical need and create the appropriate atmosphere in accordance with the purpose the structure aims to serve.
In his essay "Architecture," Loos explained "When we find a mound in the woods, six feet long and three feet wide, raised to a pyramidal form by means of a spade, we become serious and something in us says: someone was buried here. That is architecture." Architecture must be not only efficiently functional, but recognizable as itself. When Loos lauds the functional, he is not clamoring for the removal of architecture to the realm of the bland or ugly, nor does he wish it to be a large "functional" space whose enclosed volume is plain and thereby functional. Rather, a functional building is customized according to the preferred end result, a concept eventually emerging as Loos' Raumplan, which Schezen defined as "a system of proportional relationships specific to each spatial condition."
Once the physical need of appropriate functionality is met, the functional object must also create the appropriate atmosphere, fulfilling perceptual ideas through a successful conceptual-order construction."
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I am most interested in this issue of the functional object also fulfilling perceptual ideas, which ties into an earlier post about retinal-art. And I am curious about what Loos would have to say about the current state of architecture, which seems to be engaged in a revolution of "materialism." I am swept up in this movement myself, which is sort of architecture's next variation upon the work of so-called minimalist artists like Donald Judd (see also The Chinati Foundation), and a reaction to the sometimes arbitrary or symbol-laden ornamentation of post-modernism. Much of the new architecture today involves the exploration of skin and material, in a stange combination of minimalist and conceptualist applications, embracing or exploiting either the inherent qualities of a material, or its meanings and implications. The best work incorporates both - the most notable architects doing this sort of work range from Herzog+De Meuron to Frank Gehry (see also the Salon article), with the lesser-known office dA a personal favorite of mine. How would Loos feel about the fetishization of the skin vs. structure and fabric vs. frame - something I feel shares strong ties to similar movements in the world of fashion. It seems important to address the question: how can this issue of materiality be grounded in functionality?
A related thought - I am reminded of something my friend Rick said (he used to work for Gehry). He told me that Gehry believed himself to be a classicist, and that there was a strong historical lineage for his work. I haven't found any readings to support that yet (actually I haven't tried) but I do believe it, just as I believe Michelangelo to be one of the most radical architects ever. All you have to do is visit the great stairway entrance of the Laurentian Library in Florence (which keeps very strange hours and is somewhat of a challenge, but worth it) and realize how he stretched and molded the architecture as if it was plastic - liquid. At the same time, the space feels grounded and graceful. His mannerist architecture, as it is known, seems to explore this very issue of materiality while still satisfying function and even formal convention............ The space is one of the more dynamic spaces I have ever been in, and built in the 1500's.
Speaking of materiality and skin and surface - look at the work of Andreas Gursky (up for only a few more days at MoMA) ......................
5.08.2001
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Lo. Lee. Ta.
I'm looking for some new fiction these days....
5.06.2001
Marcel Duchamp and the artists of his time were interested in subverting what they termed "retinal art," that is, art that was purely about visual composition and aesthetics, without involving the mind. They (from the cubists to the dadaists on into the conceptual and minimal artists of later years) were interested in making art that engaged ideas, partially due to the enormous discoveries in the world of science at the time (x-ray technology, the chronophotographs of Marey and Muybridge). But the interesting thing about Duchamp's particular contribution to putting art "at the service of the mind" is that he opened up our minds to the visual beauty of the object at the same time. The first "readymade" he submitted, the urinal, signed "R. Mutt" challenged the concept of art and subject and certainly did not adhere to the visual aesthetics of the time - even the radical cubists thought it an outrage. But those who defended it saw not only the multiple conceptual strengths of its position (as common object elevated to art status, as sexual receptor, as social commentary) but also the possibility of seeing the line and surface of a urinal as something to be deemed "beautiful."
The reason I put this forth is that in this age of similarly enormous technological expansion, the dynamic leaps forward in thought and art will be made right under our eyes, but that they will not be made purely on intellect and technology alone. The beauty of a line, the sensuality of a surface is inherently human, though its incarnations will take many forms. And the great leaps of our civilization are often made by seeing beauty where others did not. But it is the involvement of both the intellect and the senses that seems to produce the most provoking work.
A side thought to this comes from a conversation with D. regarding the fetishism of the Flash design software so prevalent in our web culture today. Boy, it is beautiful, and so seductive. But is it merely our technology's version of "retinal art?" D.'s students eat Flash up and spit it out like so many creative directors eager to get back to their computer games. It makes D. very nervous. No one seems to be questioning the template that Flash is forcing them into, because the template is so beautiful. The seduction continues....
Duchamp in Context
and Duchamp by Calvin Tomkins is THE biography to read, which I just found in hardcover for 9 bucks at Half Price Books this weekend!
and Picturing Time the work of Etienne Jules Marey
(this is the most comprehensive source I've ever seen for the history of the chronophotograph, and Muybridge's photos of the movement of humans and animals)
Subject: xrays
Date: Thu, 04 Jan 2001 17:57:06 -0600
From: sam
Organization: circa
To: Heather Anne Halpert
hey heather anne -
I just read your link regarding xray hair removal - and just earlier today was reading about (Madame) Marie Curie who, with hubby Pierre was responsible for most of the research into radium and the development of xray technology. She and Pierre would carry vials of radioactive radium to dinner parties and show how it glowed in the dark. Marie would keep some by her bed at night as a night light. They would press it to their skin to see how it would burn the cells, and were the first to propose that it could be used to cure cancer. Needless to say, she died of cancer and he would have if he hadn't been hit by a horse and carriage first. They both complained of dizziness and blurred vision and chronic fatigue that they thought was caused by overwork.
Marie Curie, after Pierre's death, went around to soldiers in the field during WW2 with an xray carriage to help doctors with the wounded....
They were both awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1903 (though the Nobel committee originally offered it only to Pierre. He insisted that she be included, and persuaded them that it would be more "artistic" to acknowledge them as a couple)...
...and she was awarded another in 1911 for Chemistry, though it was almost not awarded because there was some press going around that she had been involved with a married man, her colleague. The Nobel committee asked her to telegram them declining the prize, and she telegrammed that as she understood it the prize had been awarded for her discovery and research of radium, which had nothing to do with her personal life.
(I've been reading Jacob Brownowski's book The Ascent of Man which looks at how life and science and culture have interwoven across the millenia. A photo of all of the scientists during Einstein's reign had Mdme. Curie quietly sitting on the back row, unbelievably present among a field of over 50 men.)
It always shocks me how short the documented lineage is of the voice of women in most fields and I am forever intrigued when I come across someone who was breaking the rules...
oh - and in the same text, a bit about Arab countries and how their ornamentation of intricate patterns and geometries evolved because the Muslim culture forbids any representation of the human body - male or female. So while other cultures were decorating their palaces and shrines with odalisques and cherubs, the Muslims resorted to geometry and the inherent sensuality of shape and line...
there - just some thoughts while procrastinating from the work I've got to get done - looking forward to seeing you next week!
sam
5.02.2001
8 = number of people who have chastised me for lack of posts
5,729,384 = number of excuses I have for not posting
0 = actual, legitimate reasons for not posting
so....some things I've been cutting and pasting and bookmarking over the past few weeks that I finally get a chance to stick in here. Sorry if any of it is old news...
Pigeons wear sequins to prevent attacks
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from words mean things:
"Learning biology with The Simpsons"
Homer: Marge, it's uter-US, not uter-YOU.
(trying to convince Marge to become a surrogate mother to solve their financial problems.)
____ and
Robert German, columnist
You cannot do right
You cannot do wrong
Remember what you know
Question what you do
Let go
____ and
"You have to be cynical, you have to question things. You can't take someone named Belle LaBelle on face value. What's her angle, huh? Who's payroll is she on? You find out the answers to those things, and then you start movin' fast and crooked. You go through doorways sideways and low, at odd angles. You look for the big lie, question everything." Jim Rockford, The Rockford Files.....
(can't remember where I got this from. apologies)
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finally, something I have to have
the anatomy of melancholy (thanks to metascene)
4.20.2001
An amazing internet-reality check... at the same time that I was doing the reformatting and posting some tests, an email came in from a stranger - moira of underwatergirl wrote to say she liked the format and was wondering how to tweak her own! I stopped my mad cobbling of code for a brief response, and marveled at this instantaneous new world we live in. I would feel all wired and tech-ified, except for the fact that my 10-day old html knowledge is held together by band-aids and duct tape.
4.19.2001
book lists, etc.
4.17.2001
- the personal diary
- the daily and/or ongoing scholarly entry
- the project diary
- the thinking of...link to offerings
- the existential struggle
- the social commentary
- the poetry, the prose
accessories
- links
- lists
- travel photos
- essays
I list these because I am sorting out what the purpose is for me in hosting ockham's razor. Is it one of the above? Will I accessorize?
I have realized that this weblog (for me) needs to be focused in some way, or I will ramble through it, with little accretion and even less ambition. My life is filled with random stumblings upon interesting things and provocative half-schemes. My bookshelves are stuffed with oh-haven't-I-been-thinking-so-much-about-everything-notebooks that stare accusingly at me from time to time, angry at having been shelved so capriciously. The major shift in my proverbial paradigm will be for me to focus my attention and follow through.
I have two beliefs in this weblog:
1. it should give something to others
2. it should give something to me
for others:
The primary beauty of weblogs is that they are "human springboards." I discover some new path or idea through the lens of another individual, not just dragged out of the depths of the web. The internet provides the opportunity for taking leaps into new territories provided by the human filters of others.
I would like ockham's razor to contribute to that great multi-faceted lens, so the "thinking of...links" to aspect is important.
for me:
the purpose of ockham's razor must come from its very definition: "entities are not to be multiplied beyond necessity"... To slice through all of the crap and find the essence. The log format provides a great tool for compiling, tracking, and committing to the research I am pursuing, an active file of the development and evolution of the ideas at hand.
Ideally, this could end up being a document of not only the process, but a product in itself, a body of work that could be referenced and cross-referenced, and submitted as an artifact in its own right.
Kant held a unique understanding of what is called the "categorical imperative." This is typically described as the belief that one must "act as you believe one should act universally" (do unto others...) Kant held that there was a corollary to this, stating that one should "act towards a person never as if they were a means, but always as if they are ends."
for this ockham's razor: the means are the end. the process will be the product.
4.13.2001
I would like to wake up to that every morning. Maybe I can strike a deal with him.
4.11.2001
Translating Translating Apollinaire by bpNichol
and more here
also
UBUWEB: visual, concrete + sound poetry
concrete poetry is different than visual poetry (surely we all did versions of visual poetry when we were younger, where the poem about the apple was endearingly written in the shape of an apple?) Concrete poetry proposes that the text, and the page it is printed on are catalysts for the content of the poem itself. It was started in the 1950's and 60's by a group of poets in Europe and Brazil.
From Perihelion
Eugene Gomringer...defined concrete poetry as writing that "begins by being aware of graphic space as a structural agent," so that words or letters can be juxtaposed, not only in relation to each other but also to the page area as a whole... The visual and semantic elements constituting the form as well as the content of a poem define its structure so that the poem can be a "reality in itself and not a poem about something or other."
I am very taken by this idea - here's one I wrote:
b__r___e_____a________t______________h___________________e
4.10.2001

needed to figure out how to post images, so I threw this up here - I may try to tell you more about it later, if it works
a favorite thing that I can't get out of my head
I'm going to be doing a bit of odd posting for awhile as I teach myself html and blogger stuff... not sure if any of this will work.
from Learning Renga at Random
Renga means 'linked verse' in Japanese and began in 15th century Japan as a sort of subversive activity between young poets who had been summoned to The Palace to participate in formal poetry readings. While they waited their turn to recite strict formal verse as prescribed by the governor, they would gather at the sidelines and pass each other notes with verses that were, for the time, doggerel and provocative. One poet would write three lines, the next poet would "respond" to those three lines with two lines of his own, the next poet wrote three lines in response to the two lines, and so on. Every "link" in the collaborative effort is subversively connected the prior link - in the way that a lightning bolt is connected to the thunder,yet both are perceived as singular events.
Matsuo Basho, a Zen monk, later formalized renga by making a few literary rules: that certain seasonal words must appear in certain stanzas of the renga. However, for the most part, renga's popularity grew among the common people of Japan due to its collaborative nature. Some renga of that period ended up being hundreds of stanzas long with as many contributors. In the 16th century, poets began publishing their singular "links" of a renga as something called hokku. Eventually these singular published verses came to be called haiku. And so, haiku was originally the first part of a renga. In these forms the haiku (or hokku - "starting verse") was the first three-line unit which established the mood or suggestion that could be further developed in the subsequent links of a renga.
Renga left the limelight for a long time (because it took so long to complete one - often years - and poets moved around and so lost contact with each other) until the mid-20th century when the form was rediscovered by Western poets of the avant-garde.
This Will Make Her Soft
by T.L. Kelly
with William Witherup
For once she believes
this will make her soft
seamless pantyhose
asking salesgirls
for something shiny, black
She watches his hands
knead the satin, white knuckles
gripping the love seat - tlk
Mover jams his fingers
under the cushion
Discovers a pair
of mauve leotards,
holds them to his face
Fern of dark sweat
fans up his back
He raises his workshirt
wipes chest with a Travel Wipe,
drops it in an abalone shell - ww
Packing the frozen corsage
she blushes
(He reminds her of someone)
she dives deep
into empty boxes
Reserved for special handling -
she begs his pardon - tlk
While she folds undergarments
he covers a table
to protect it from the snow
The van is ghostly now,
the ramp slick, dangerous
He loans her his packing tape -
tape reeling out
makes the sound of tearing cloth - ww
The harder she grips
the faster she pulls
She remembers dancing
punk rock, packed tight
between moving men
One mover asks another
for a hand in the bedroom
Clinging to her damp belly
the black camisole
behind her, he whispers - tlk
Soft slap of waves
at Salt Point beach
Bottle of cold white wine
and cream cheese sandwiches
in the picnic basket
He eats peach slices
from between her breasts - ww
Pulling wild iris
out at the roots
she grips the meadow
he reminds her of a shadow
who stalked her in a wet dream
Before they fill it
she wants a moment alone
in the moving van
She plugs her finger in the places
where the light bleeds through - tlk
I read plenty of other people's thoughts and was urged by one (Mitsu) to post mine. So, for what it's worth, a new log is born.... more soon
aka: the principle of simplicity, the principle of economy
entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem:
"entities are not to be multiplied beyond necessity"
or
"the number of entities used to explain phenomena should not be increased unnecessarily"
This principle implies:
1. of two or more possible explanations for phenomena choose the one that (a)explains what is to be explained with the fewest assumptions and explanatory principles; and (b) explains all, or most, of the facts that need explaining as satisfactorily as any other theory
2. the simplest explanation is the one most likely to be true.

