2nd Law: The Oscars: Looking through a gold-plated statuette onion: "Which points back to my initial question: what do award ceremonies that parade spectacular stories about marginalized voices have to do with the existence in reality of political and economic marginalization? The Oscars, historically resistant to union politics, epitomize American capitalist traditions of financial opportunism and their dubious ethics, while simultaneously literalizing our culture’s profound need for the escapist fantasy of the Oscar ceremony.
Will the crew members, technicians, acting extras, janitors, and catering staff for Brokeback Mountain be attending this year’s awards festival? I would venture not. "
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Click opera - March 3rd, 2006
Momus is a lucky bastard...
he gets the coolest jobs in the world...
like "Unreliable Tour Guide" for the Whitney Biennieal.
Click opera - March 3rd, 2006: "I also felt a bit mean telling people looking at the Daniel Johnston cartoons that Johnston actually gets these drawn by a 14 year-old in Hong Kong who's only paid $5 per drawing, and that Johnston, far from being some kind of outsider artist, is in fact an advertising man working on Madison Avenue (which happens to be the Whitney's address). Or that a slide sequence of Nan Goldin-like nudes had been made in iPhoto and iTunes, and been demoed by Steve Jobs at the last Apple Expo. In fact, I felt like someone might punch me saying these things. So as the day wore on (and no doubt as my blood sugar levels declined -- I didn't even stop for lunch) I got a bit more poetic and lyrical, sitting on the floor in the corner of rooms with more ambient washes of electronic sound in them, improvising abstract imagery in a 'mesmeric' voice. I enjoyed that; it was a bit like being an improvising poet in residence, and I felt like I wasn't going against the grain of the work on display or irritating people too much."
he gets the coolest jobs in the world...
like "Unreliable Tour Guide" for the Whitney Biennieal.
Click opera - March 3rd, 2006: "I also felt a bit mean telling people looking at the Daniel Johnston cartoons that Johnston actually gets these drawn by a 14 year-old in Hong Kong who's only paid $5 per drawing, and that Johnston, far from being some kind of outsider artist, is in fact an advertising man working on Madison Avenue (which happens to be the Whitney's address). Or that a slide sequence of Nan Goldin-like nudes had been made in iPhoto and iTunes, and been demoed by Steve Jobs at the last Apple Expo. In fact, I felt like someone might punch me saying these things. So as the day wore on (and no doubt as my blood sugar levels declined -- I didn't even stop for lunch) I got a bit more poetic and lyrical, sitting on the floor in the corner of rooms with more ambient washes of electronic sound in them, improvising abstract imagery in a 'mesmeric' voice. I enjoyed that; it was a bit like being an improvising poet in residence, and I felt like I wasn't going against the grain of the work on display or irritating people too much."
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
what's up?
haven't been blogging much...
mostly been hiding in the cave.
whoohoo.
running crew on "uncle vanya"
sound design for "(sic)"
and getting ready for auditions
for the auditions for "speeding motorcycle"
and sleeping...
lots of sleeping...
not enough looking for work.
this is what's going on.
The lower the President's approval rating gets
the less angry I feel
and the less vital political blogging seems...
of course that leaves me more free time
for reading about the lizard people, etc,
but I really haven't been doing much of that either.
I could write about the big open sore on my leg,
but I don't think you want to read it.
Gross is not really my thing.
I think when I come up from the cave
there'll be some real drinkin'
and night or two of madness...
then probably back to work...
eh, work.
mostly been hiding in the cave.
whoohoo.
running crew on "uncle vanya"
sound design for "(sic)"
and getting ready for auditions
for the auditions for "speeding motorcycle"
and sleeping...
lots of sleeping...
not enough looking for work.
this is what's going on.
The lower the President's approval rating gets
the less angry I feel
and the less vital political blogging seems...
of course that leaves me more free time
for reading about the lizard people, etc,
but I really haven't been doing much of that either.
I could write about the big open sore on my leg,
but I don't think you want to read it.
Gross is not really my thing.
I think when I come up from the cave
there'll be some real drinkin'
and night or two of madness...
then probably back to work...
eh, work.
Monday, March 06, 2006
REAL ART (and politics and culture)
So, yeah, it'd be great if all the low paying jobs were going overseas and we could train for higher paying ones here...
only it's the higher paying jobs going overseas...
get it now?
REAL ART (and politics and culture)
So, yeah, it'd be great if all the low paying jobs were going overseas and we could train for higher paying ones here...
only it's the higher paying jobs going overseas...
get it now?
REAL ART (and politics and culture)
So, yeah, it'd be great if all the low paying jobs were going overseas and we could train for higher paying ones here...
only it's the higher paying jobs going overseas...
get it now?
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