Showing posts with label props. Show all posts
Showing posts with label props. Show all posts

Monday, June 23, 2008

...thus spake Momus

Momus has this amazing blog called Click Opera that I read so regularly it's made its way to my Netvibes. Today's post is about the seemingly recent dearth of new bukkake porn (is that redundant: bukkake+porn?) that has made the spring dry after a good wet twenty years, and he makes the following analogy:

"A Kafka short story describes how leopards broke into the temple and drank the holy wine. They did it again the following year, and before long it became part of the ceremony."


I <3 you, Momus.

Monday, June 2, 2008

BAG!


BAG!
Originally uploaded by lovers v haters
The bag I wanted came today! I am so psyched! Thank you Kevin, Jonny, Maegh, Amber (!), and of course Noah Noah Noah for making it happen!

Monday, May 19, 2008

Summer Summer Summer Summer!

The weather's finally becoming more reliably agreeable and I'm in high spirits! Quit my job at The Price Center in order to take a Program Associate position at the Community Music Center of Boston. From what I gather, it'll be just like what I do at CCTV, except I'll be paid to be there. And I'll still have time to intern at CCTV on Fridays, and teach my Web Design class, which is such a joy! I'm excited.


(The whiteboard in my "classroom"... That's Professor Harlo to you!)

This new schedule is super accommodating, and will allow me to continue working on my "extra curriculars" without requiring me to wake up at 6 o'clock in the morning to travel to Newton. So, I'll have tons of time to work on upcoming projects...

What should those projects be, though? Share.tv has now wrapped for good (I'm logging and capturing the final episode as I type this...) and I want to move on to something more curated and controlled. Also, something with a shorter format that includes both audio and video. Finally, the one qualm I had with Share.tv was that I didn't get much of an opportunity to perform and showcase any of my own work. (Which is to be expected, being the producer/media manager/PR hypeman/booking agent/etc.) With that in mind, I've been working on a couple of things all in their nascent stages that I'll be pursuing over the coming warmer months...


  1. A new TV show, obviously! I totally loved working on Share.tv, and I can't wait to do something again! This time, a lot less improvised noise and a lot more video, but hopefully, the new show will grant me the opportunity to work with some of the amazing people that came out in support of Share.tv. I'm open to suggestions. What do you all think?


  2. Collage! I love collage. I do it all day everyday (mostly). I also have found a great library in processing that can address video and images through MIDI, and in testing it out, I have been able to actually paint images across the screen with my keyboard, using velocity or pitch to tweak certain parameters (alpha, size, x & y, mostly). So, the natural next step for me is to make performative musical collage— I've been wanting to make some video for some of the new tracks I've been working on for some time now, anyway.


  3. Susan Eisenberg, a poet I've done work for in the past, is gearing up for an installation commissioned by Brandeis University. The installation commemorates the 30th anniversary of Eisenberg's seminal work of non-fiction, We'll Call You If We Need You, a testimony to women in the "trades" (electrical, construction, etc.) and the huge amount of BS they had to put up with in the 70's and 80's as lone women in the field. Anyhoos, she asked me to help with the sound design for that project, which is a huge honor. Let you know how that goes...


  4. GRE's. Shit.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Overdue reflections on ROFLcon

ROFLcon. You had to have been living in a nuclear bunker if you hadn't heard of it: essentially, a conference spanning several days where the internet elite met at the Harvard Berkman Center to discuss the theoretic significance of "internet culture". The event was ostensibly "the internet made flesh", and included many microcelebrities such as Tron Guy, Tai Zonday, etc., and also included new media hard-hitters like Alice Marwick (whose analysis grounded the discussion, lending it academic credence).

Marwick theorizes that the internet democratizes the star system in that anyone with DSL can garner fame, even corporate recognition, if their product is viral enough, if it catches the internet's attention, if it gets enough hits (and we have counters for that). She recalled Andy Samberg's "Lazy Sunday" video as the vehicle that rocketed him to fame on SNL. Henry Jenkins cited Soulja Boy's chance to parlay his amateur music video into an undeniable You Tube hit and then a legitimate record deal. (And we all remember the Arctic Monkeys, Tila Tequilla, and the rest of the MySpace hit factory.) What Marwick touches on, that Jenkins ignores, is that, because these systems of distributions are owned by large media conglomerates (Viacom, Fox, Google...), the owners of these systems see considerable "profit". That there is profit to be had is another ball of wax altogether (we still don't know how too effectively monetize YouTube and MySpace...). But what remains is the distinct possibility that as [potentially] money-making media outlets, these channels of distribution are subject to the same mores, codes, and hierarchies of traditional media outlets. To put it another way, these new media channels are but an extension of existing and heavily entrenched media outlets: as Marwick states, "these [microcelebrities] who bubble up to the top fit an existing image" (and then her slideshow clicks to the infamous "You're a Fag!" image). She follows up with the question: Is new media culture actually upholding the status quo?

I break here. Marwick implores the ROFLcon audience to think about the discourses that are upheld and those that are silenced on the internet, and challenges them to be activists in furthering discourses that diverge from the predominating culture. This is a fair challenge to put the audience to, especially from their standpoint. However, I find a fundamental flaw in her reasoning, and in that of ROFLcon altogether. Her address claims that "internet culture" ignores certain voices; only earnestly supporting certain discourses. "Internet culture" glosses over multiplicities of racial identity and sexual preference (and insists it's video girls be blonde & big-breasted). However, she fails to account for the one intrinsic structural quality of the internet that makes it a plane of almost boundless expanse: it's (relatively and conceivably) unlimited bandwith.

In saying “internet culture ignores discourse X in favor of Y” is wrong. “X” is out there, somewhere, just not on her, or any of the event's participants, browser. Furthermore, this indictment only belies a firm and inescapable belief that "internet culture" has effectively PROCLAIMED the net for its own. The internet is not at fault here, what is at fault is a sense of entitlement that allows people like the ROTFLcon-ers the ability, the inalienable right, to claim media (all media) for its own, and in its own image. This proclamation, however cautionary (because I truly believe that Marwick "gets it"), is circular: spurring the audience on to activism on behalf of some Other establishes the very existence of an Other to "internet culture".

By illustrating the link between participatory culture and larger media industries, Marwick has effectively asserted that "internet culture" is part of a capitalist factory of production. Just as money is a stand-in for [something] in a captalist society, hits, page views, "Whuffies", have been introduced to "internet culture" as a yardstick by which one can quantify one's worth in comparison to others. This "internet culture" is a new incarnation of capitalist society. One cannot help but to harken back to Theodore Adorno's "Culture of Industry," which elucidates the impossibility of a cultural product to break free of a society-sanctioned nexus of signification, and thusly all attempt at subverting its paradigm falls short as merely parody. As Adorno writes:

"Whenever Orson Welles offends against the tricks of the trade, he is forgiven because his departures from the norm are regarded as calculated mutations which serve all the more strongly to confirm the validity of the system."

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Facebook is unruly

Unruly like a child raised by wolves in the wild. I feel like a total Ted Kaczynski whenever I log on: the ads for stuff I don't think I'd ever want creeping up in my Mini Feed, the constant threat that even the most embarrassing of my personal purchases are going to be plastered all over my friends', family's, and mere acquaintances' News Feeds by those newfangled "Beacon Ads" (they couldn't have chosen a more draconian name), the ubiquitous application-du-jour that 12 of my friends have "invited" me to try out, hastily written by some third-rate CS student just hoping to have something, anything, linked to his name on the web, so he can pad his stupid resume enough to get in the door at some equally third-rate over-valuated techno-firm with its eye only on getting bought out for some crazy amount of money by some even-more third-rate VC firm. I was a kid in the late 90's, and I didn't really understand how the bubble burst back then, but it's oh-so-obvious now... Anyway, here's an interesting article by Alex Iskold about why my ranting is totally justified.

P.S. The Developer Application? It "lets you manage the applications you build using Facebook Platform. Edit your application settings, submit your application to the directory, and connect with other developers." It is either a joke or... I don't know. Too much. My head burns.



My friend Vicki Simon is currently tooling with the app-making app, working on what she likes to call "Facebook Suicide". Vicki, who's as fed up with FB as I am, says:

"its gonna allow you to kill yourself on facebook and then send a suicide note to all yo [sic] friends".

Once everyone on FB has committed "suicide," (and why not? the appeal is obvious) an angry email will be sent to Mark Zuckerberg telling him how much he sucks.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

AKA's got a blog now

Because he wants to be me. His blog is here.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Betta Splendens

So, here in Somerville, I joined up with Dorkbot:Boston. Dorkbot here is a much much much smaller crowd, which is really comforting. We're working on a group installation for Halloween: we have lots of space at this Burrito joint by the Davis Square T stop.


My project is called Betta Splendens: it's basically a haunted fish tank inhabited by a ghost fish who doesn't like it one bit when you tap the glass! I'm currently working on the project now, and have bought a beautiful betta fish to star in my project. She's so photogenic!






Here's my technologically-thick and verbose write-up for the project. You know, grad schools are going to have to read about this, too...

Friday, April 27, 2007

Bizzy come een like a mascot at that boasie place!

Last night, Vicki and I went to Gelsinger's friend's art show cum poetry reading. It wasn't that bad, but Vicki and I were acting rude, kinda on purpose. (Sorry!)



Gels' friend Ian has his art shown at the Johnathan Shorr gallery; his art is really intricate, as if he was painstakingly recreating graph paper out of wood and gold foil. I liked it a lot.



Gels did some poetry about memories of the Carribbean. (I think?)



In a very sing-songy voice, he shared his Carribbean memories of salt folded into the sea like scent folded into a woman's body, NaCl, memories, the Carribean. I don't know, I just don't know.



I love Gels a lot, he's a great friend and he's super smart and talented, but last night, sitting there, I felt, well, ejaculated on; it was a self-centered, ostentatious, boasie kind of poetry jam, and I wasn' feeling it.

Vicki is crying, because to laugh would have been rude.






Then Damian (who's an amazing guy) read some of his "disposable" poetry from this awesome book he pressed himself. (Damian does his own pressings, and I really love his poetry-as-objects stuff. I'm a fan.)



His poems were quite good, and funny in his Damian-sort-of-way. However, I know that if I rose to Damian's challenge of mashing down his purported "disposable" poetry, his little object books, he would totally cry. So I didn't appreciate his pyaka. He was straight fronting. I didn't call his bluff, but I was tempted, and one more glass of wine and I might have really embarassed myself.

Robert Kochik, whom I've heard read before, and greatly admire, was there; it was good to see him, but after having sat through Gelsinger's song poetry with a (semi-) straight face, I couldn't pay attention to Kochik's reading. I guess this is an appology to Gels, if he's reading. I just couldn't sit through that stuff last night. I was like a total pinky; it was that bad.

Monday, April 23, 2007

China Update No. 1

Now, in an attempt to boost my readership, I have enlisted the help of my friend Adam Lanphier to bring you all the latest updates from our friends-to-the-north: China. Adam is a freelance journalist for the biggest expat rag in Beijing, called "That's Beijing", or "That's BJ" for short. I had a look at That's BJ's local event listings for interesting "assignments" for Adam to document, all in the name of greater cultural understanding.

Here's a little info about Adam: He's tall and lovely to look at. He's a virgo. No fatties need apply.

I selected, as his first assignment, something billed as the "Fourth Minimal Dance Party" at a bar called Big Ben or something, I don't remember. Anyway, here is the photo of the place; it is, for some reason, called the "Sweet Smelling Village".



Adam actually hasn't told me what it was like, other than that it was not as minimal as he thought it would be, and that the DJ was cute. Now Adam is fighting with a real estate agent, which I suspect is another story waiting to unfold.

This isn't really a "cultural update" of any particular interest. We're still working out the kinks. Update #2 will be better.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Andrew Brandou scared the hell out of me!

I need a vacation very badly. I think I'd like to take a "stay-cation" and sit in my house and just blog. I've got so much to blog about, but very little time.

This is old news, but the creepiest thing I've seen in a long time is this series of paintings by Andrew Brandou about the People's Temple murder/suicides in Jonestown.



(This one is my favorite.)

Turns out, Brandou's entire body of work consists almost exclusively of works inspired by creep, violent, cultish phenomena, including works inspired by the Manson murders. I really want to buy this:



It's a toy he's having manufactured of a recurring motif in his works, the sniper bunny. He's just so adorably creepy. Also, please understand, dear reader, that the aesthetic from those old Golden Books from the 50s, 60s, and 70s used to populate my nightmares as a child.