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9/30/03: Sei l?

After a whole summer of widdling a thousand frames of negs into a hundred prints then editing that down to something that'll be both interesting and fit into my tiny plot of web real estate, I've finally added some Rio de Janeiro photos to my online portfolio. Do have a look.


Lapa


And if you've an appetite for more Rio, I just noticed a really delightful little fotolog on Vigna-Mar?.

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9/29/03: A Detroit dispatch


After ten months of finally having a weblog get off the ground and stay rather consistent and even turn into something I quite enjoy, last night was the first time I've really ever hung out with people that pretty consistently read what I put here - notably, Paul of What would Koffi Anan do?, Dennis from the Life and Times of Deckie Holmes, and Jesse with his great self-titled blog. Although the above three and the rest of the group are all old friends and incredible people, I couldn't help imagining strange Twilight Zone scenario where everything I said was already scripted beforehand.



So far there's little surprise in this particular Detroit visit but fun to add to my long list of the city's auto-centric idosyncracies. The bar I was at last night had more parking spaces in its lot than barstools inside. The city layout still makes it impossible to remember where anything is even though I lived here for 8 years (an amusing exchange in the car - "Should I take the road on the left or the right?" "It doesn't matter, they still go to the same place."). And I was quite amused by a friend, who lives downtown near Wayne State University, that he goes "into town" to a neighbouring suburb to get groceries.



I suppose its rude to complain so much about a place since people live and get by and stay happy just fine here, but I'm always bored and edgy here. My Brazil anxiety is almost boiling over and I still have three more days to kill. Three things I hope to accomplish that involve this site - finally write my Brazilian music top ten, write up web pages for the last empty part of my photography portfolio, and inaugurate a fotolog. Stay tuned...




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9/26/03: Adeus, Chicago



I'm leaving Chicago in a few hours, off to spend a six-day purgatory in Ann Arbor, MI then flying south next Thursday. I've an interesting month ahead, so check back here often and see how it shapes up

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9/22/03: Still raining still dreaming


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9/21/03: Estas coisas

  • I've sold my wonderful old G4 whose keys and components and browsers and scripts and cookies and passwords and cheap little
    mostly non-MS programmes fit together so swimmingly I could practically think anything I want into its
    digital existence. I've now substituted a year-old Dell laptop picked up from a friend for a little bit of money and
    dinner and I think it's the most miserable little piece of shit in so many ways. I shouldn't complain - I'm lucky to have
    something, I'd probably have much bigger compatibility handicaps with an Apple in Brazil, and it'll help hold the lesson
    plans and CVs, but my god - what a design travesty this Windows XP stuff is! It has twice the processing power
    of my old G4 and runs twice as slow. Some script error on this very page caused not only the browser to
    close itself, the operating system then proceeded to log itself off then shut itself down without asking me my opinion of this
    drastic overcomenpsation. Another time some background program, insisting it also be properly exited while the computer
    shut down caused the machine to freeze about 90% of the way through the process, far enough have already closed down
    all of its apparently myriad recovery functions. Without a reset button, I had to wait for the battery to die before
    starting up and pretending to fix it.



    Yeah, I guess my reluctance to really learn how to use this
    thing is the real problem, but I bet I could've gone for years longer on my Apple, the old operating system and the copy of
    Photoshop 6 that I always wished was Photoshop 5.5 'cuz apparently I'm the last person on earth that actually made good
    use of the paintbucket tool. Still, this is frustrating - I have an unusal love the objects I use everyday and I've a
    great knack with absorbing their imperfections. Try to improve 'em, and you throw it all out of wack. I love hearing stories about little cults of vintage computer-philes who've figured out
    how to get their old Commodore 64s and mid-80s Atari computers to keep up with everything Microsoft and Adobe and Apple
    crank out every month. I commute on a frankenbike made out of an old, old Raleigh frame, reborn as a track bike stripped down to just a front brake that gets
    loose enough so that it's pretty much only slows the bike enough to where I can aim where I'm going to crash. But I can
    dodge and maneuver it through the thick Chicago traffic as if I were on my own feet. I have to give that up this week as well.



    I guess what I'm leading up to is that since my new computer is now half as fast,
    my posting will be twice as infrequent this week, or something like that - at least 'til I get this stupid thing figured
    out.



  • In better news, I've a job waiting for me in Sao Paulo. My interview was over the phone and began as soon as the call snapped me out of a sound sleep at quarter to six in the morning. The interviewer forgot about the time difference. I still can't remember what I said but it apparently worked.



  • Not that you would, but if you rifled through the trashcans in the alley behind my building, going through big piles
    of stuff I've thrown out while packing, you'd be the proud new owner of 200 tiny black and white photographs of Chicago's Kingsbury
    street, a mirror ball, 500 party flyers from between 1996 and 1998, photographs of every sign on every buiulding between 1822 and 2021 North Milwauke Avenue, about 270 sheets of expired unexposed photo paper
    in about 268 seperate boxes, and the compete text of Debord's Society of the Spectacle printed and bound
    entirely in pilfered office supplies.





    Outras coisas

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    9/16/03: Faire Mousser

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    9/15/03:

    From Milton Michado's "Art that makes me come" -



  • "For Brazilians, as for those who speak Portuguese, art is a woman: "A Arte". For people who speak Spanish, art is a man: "EI Arte". For those who speak English, art has no gender. This does not mean that people who speak Portuguese and people who speak Spanish make art differently as woman is different from man. They make art in a way that is equal, as a woman is equal to a man. Art in English has no gender, but this does not mean that art done in English is neutral as woman and man are not neutral."

    From a new interview with Douglas Coupland [via caterina.]



  • "Not being American, I don?t know how it feels to be American but I think it is a different thing to be an American now." / "It feels like national identity is in flux for many people who haven?t been knee-jerked into saluting the flag?"


    Again, Seu Michado -



  • "Saudade does not travel, it is precisely what stays, left behind. The
    traveler who has saudade says 'I'm not sad, I'm ill'. It's like mumps
    (positive, more or less...)"





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    : Hums

    It's about every six months or so that I'll read about some idea or phenomenon that's so unbelievably profound, spinning my head around feverishly in so many directions, that my reaction becomes slightly physical - goosebumps, slightly watering eyes, a day's worth of excitement from the mental gymnastics of trying to wrap my head around something so utterly confusingly ecstatically new. That said, last week's much-circulated story of the B-flat Black Hole came just about on time.




    Scientists from Harvard's Chandra observatory discovered ripples emanating from the Perseus Cluster, described them as a type of sound wave, and through measuring concluded that if it were possible to hear this sound it would register as a B-flat. The frequency of the wave is 2-femtoHerz, the lowest pitch discovered as of yet - 57 octaves and two notes below middle-C. I've had this last little thread stuck in my head for the past five days now - the pitch is so low that it takes 9.5 million years to generate one wave and that you'd have to wait about 30 million years for one second of music.


    This Metafilter thread spoils the fascination slightly but finds many other interesting implications for the B-flat black hole.


    Another story that brought similar cognitive ecstacy is related - this one from my all-time favourite This American Life Episode. The theme of the program was on mapping. Among many absolutely incredible alternative maps, one was a sound map by a man who noticed that the pitch of the fan on his computer was an A, the hum of the heater a C, and the whoosh of the air vent in his office and E (or something like that) - forming an A minor chord, a rather morose sound to be hearing for so long.

    Okay, now you should listen to the Real Audio 'cuz I'm mangling the story.


    Fascinating these also...


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    9/9/03: Three come around


    Nipporn strives to situate orgiastic events that bring aesthetic orgasm of sexual amusements in Chicago art community. Examining the Asian cultures for sexual creativity and fantasies, Nipporn seeks to share love and sensation of human interaction and body contact.



    What Was Home Economics?


    Canning peaches. Sewing a dress. Making perfect gravy. These are familiar images of home economics, but do they tell the whole story? So often home economics has been cast as a "conspiracy to keep women in the kitchen," an interpretation that has overlooked its impressive and diverse contributions. New scholarship in American women's history suggests that home economics was a progressive field that brought science to the farm home and women into higher education and leadership positions in public education, academia, government and industry.




    On the philosophy of repetition


    On the one hand, there is nothing so predictable, so tiresomely unwelcome, as the ideal copy: it is a marker of a merely traditional, conventional desire for consistency, a loyalty to a past that, repetition assures us, has never really gone away. Repetition, as some of our most lingering modern cultural beliefs inform us, is nothing but a serial disorder: a compulsion equally tragic and pathological, so the argument goes, in both its contemporary manifestation as revival or nostalgia and in its classic form as cultural continuity... a sort of endlessly reflected dementia: echopraxia (the thoughtless and meaningless repetition of the actions or movements of others) or echolalia (imitation of speech).



    But repetition is also the indispensable condition for all kinds of cultural values: from a coherent sense of a self that we carry from one moment to another, to the notion of scientific truth. How valid would an experiment be if it could never be repeated? The very word 'revolution' implies a movement of return, a spectral rehearsal of what has gone before that, so the revolutionary believes, can be made to live again. Yet the repetition is never quite the perfect restaging of the past that its instigators envisaged: the French Revolution may have imagined itself remaking the ancient history of Rome.... Likewise the coup of 1851, a travesty of Napoleon Bonaparte's 55 years earlier, inspired Karl Marx to write famously: 'all great events and historical personages occur, as it were, twice - the first time as tragedy, the second as farce.'


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    9/8/03: Well into the liminal

    Even though I've been accused before of being overly eclectic with what I post here, I'm pretty sure links to information on traveller's insurance and expatriate bank accounts are outside of this weblog's subject matter, however loosely defined. Unfortunately, that pretty much describes all my Internet time these days, so pardon the light posting.



    I'll make it up with this page - a loaded timeline of art about urban disruption - which is all the quality reading you'll ever need from me this week.



    And some...


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    9/5/03: Otherwise



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    9/4/03: I had a one-day weekend



    and managed to get many more Betacorpo.net tweaks accomplished. Most notably, there's a new portfolio section called Armour Squares, documents from one of Chicago's south side neighborhoods. This is by far my favorite piece here, finished about two years ago through an independent study grant at the Art Institute of Chicago, and so far the best chance I've had to explore the visual problems that particularly interest me.



    I made these photos during the only time I've had in my life where I could put off mundane considerations - job, classes, etc. - and truly concentrate full-time on finishing a series. I was able to use equipment far more amazing than my own, but the best part was the opportunity to stare for hours at these images and truly fall into them, to flatly and precisely transcribe every detail of a place exactingly enough that it can't actually exist. I wanted to find structures that seem more littered than built, convoluted and indifferent, and try to give them a more human cohesion. It's the closest I've come so far to any sort of residency or situation where I can consider the most minute details of a project without distraction from any other concerns. As an undergraduate, the projects that excited me were always undermined by the myriad other hoops one jumps through in school - research papers, exams, tedious assignments from, say, recreating Cezanne's palatte with swatches for Advanced Color Theory. After graduating, food and health insurance are more the concern. This causes me to still see the things I've made more as sketches, once-intruging ideas that won't get done, usually not even worth accomplishing. Still, these Armour Square images stand out against other frustrations - nothing profound for sure, but they still hold up to my intentions, still strong and precise and it's very satisfying to put them up here.


    And satisying these too...





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