Apparently, in the Omsk region of Russia, it snowed orange yesterday. Thus proving that orange is no longer the new black. Subcultures around the world rejoice at another averted fashion disater. Perhaps I'll go to some art openings tonight and see if it's kicked in yet.

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Again, the world of kerned fingertips emerges from the rolled back mist of a cold-snap's jaws. 'I'm sorries' drift, replacing feather-strung notes, for having been away. for always being away again. With the heat, electricity has returned to banish the long and waiting shiver from the cold pipes of my crumble-down home. Strangers filing papers ( Read more... )

Before i left for my most recent adventure, A. and I finally got up to New York to visit Adjnabistan, an empty city created by one of our teachers, Michael Ashkin. It was a city constructed completely and meticulously of cardboard and glue on a whit landscape on top of a table that filled an entire room of the Andrea rosen gallery. The shantytown ( Read more... )

My latest little entertainments lately have been reconfiguring the physical structure of people's environments, not as a form of escape, but in an attempt to allow less harmful patterns to emerge...hopefully with some positive and interesting results. I've just returned from Boston, thus concluding the first of the most recent series (convinced a ( Read more... )

when I told a friend about (suggested, really)the double chair gestalt, he was instantly attracted to it, wanted me to help him try it. you set up two chairs facing each other, and the signifier sits first in one, speaking to the space in the other chair as if to their other voice, the inner one, be it critic, demon, subconscous, or their ilk. ( Read more... )

There I was, choking on one shred of a sharp cracker, eyes reminiscing about aqueous life, spine wrenched with coughing, and as I headed to the sink to get some water to stop the lack of breathing, I decided that would be a good time to wash a plate. Why? Apparently I have no survival instinct. Funny realization for someone who's had more near- ( Read more... )

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