Author: Mateusz

art hall bonanza, pt 2

up at seven. at home at eight. i’m so fucking tired. and my “friends” are mocking me, offering such helpful remedies as:

1) a quiet jerk off in the bath
2) pre-chewed food that they can feed me with, like a small bird.

they were just teasing of course, in that friendly yes, we are laughing at you but we like you kinda way. heartwarming, really.

because of lack of sleep, food and health, i was silently cursing everyone in the hall until someone brought food and made coffee. i wished harm upon them in an embarrasing amount. a dull inner voice would say things like –if you move the hammer one more time i hope you die.

good thing i’m such a calm and non-violent person. (that way, when i finally snap, they can all say “he was always the calm and non-violent person, we don’t get it”)

because i’m a cretin i stayed up last night watching death of a president, which was a well done mockumentary of the coming assasination of george bush. well done, but not all that interesting in itself.
mockumentaries are interesting as a genre though; it’s basically invented news after the fact – so i had a fun time trying to piece together who would make a documentary like this in case bush got shot through the head with a frozen turd (as the case might be).
the esthetics were too somber for anything american that i’ve seen, but we only get the utter shit american documentaries over here, so i’m no judge.

bleh, i’m ranting. i’m tired and ranting. i’ll stop now.

konthallen 1

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i was helping out anna today, and what i’ve done can be divided into two parts:

1) i’m at the art hall doing nothing but listening to podiobooks because whatever i’m supposed to be doing hasn’t arrived yet.

2) i’m spraypainting some wood with golden car paint and then dress a bar in vinyl. it’s fun to feel useful and do things with your hands other than smoke, touch type and yourself.

also, i’ve been coughing like a leper ridden with tuberculosis for the past five days. i blame the tree-sperm and not dressing warm enough for a bikeride last week, but i’m sure the smoking isn’t helping. i swear i spat out a bit of my lung the other day, and my stomach muscles ache. (the excercise might be what i need to tone up before summer, but i’d rather get in shape in a less disgusting and debilitating way)

threetic

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1) this is either friendly or a stab at someone slightly overweight. “dear brita! try this!! i got it from daniel but it’s too big for me. kisses / e”
2) house restoration – sometimes the old ways are perfectly fine.
3) these are lean and mean times. “gold bought. also tooth gold!”

lockpicking

albin, annas oldest son, has some sort of “work-practice” week at school. this has resulted in me having him along for a day in my regular artistic practice. seeing as my “regular artistic practice” isn’t very communicative at all, and that i’m mostly straring into a screen, drinking coffee or smoking, i decided to show him the principles of lock picking.

he picked it up quite quickly [har har]. in fact, he now routinely picks a padlock that i’ve managed to pick only once. he did it in litteraly ten seconds after a couple of attempts.

good for him. really. i’m not being bitter. at all.

to know in a biblical sense, pt. 2 & flossing

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hannas exhibition was well received, and it was fun watching some children trace the lines on the wall, asking their parents what it was all about. the parents said that it was a map of who had kissed whom. if those children only knew.

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before coming to the show, people were quite upset about the whole thing – a sense of privacy and betrayal tainting phonecalls, emails and sms-s that was telling that the idea struck a chord with the memories of people you’ve woken up next to and rather not advertise as knowing you intimately. once there though, most people found it interesting and rather harmless.

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there’s another exhibition coming up in a few days, and washing the walls of the ink is a slight pain in the ass. not that i’m doing that, mind you; i’m fervently trying to get my shit together and render the video from my mfa presentation. i’ve been looking into building a render farm for the home, and that would kick ass, but as usual i’m more interested in that than i am of actually using it, so there you go.

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oh, and in case anyone in my audience has the same misconception of flossing as i had, let me set things straight: flossing is something that you should do not only when your teeth hurt and there’s blood involved, but might be a good idea to add to that daily routine that people are talking about. goddamit i ended up butchering my own mouth.

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*punk

sorta crosspost from a comment i made on warrenellis.com in regards to this post at lurkingrhythmically.blogspot.com.

cyberpunk
cypherpunk
steampunk
heliumpunk
clockpunk

“punk” is used to create subgengreas of science fiction, and it’s getting a bit worn. (and methinks i’m not alone)

what better way to kill a meme than by overusing it? let’s come up with a punk definition of the whole periodic table! either cite examples of relevant works or come up with your own.

i’ll start with lithiumpunk:
in a society that has become so obsessed with individual endevours that people have been transformed into raving lunatics, everyone is on downers to treat their mania – going to work means not using the anti-mania drugs for a week or so, reverting to a naturally occuring state of frenzy wherein you become a different subject under the law. (basically becoming a shark in feeding frenzy and not responsible for your moral actions)

typical quote: Stephens gag reflex was well honed; the rising bile forced back, as he clamoured alongside four other manii towards the customer. -Four more hours, he thought dimly, “four more hours and then he’d be on lith for a week.”

The periodic table is here: wikipedia.org

update:
as erin pointed out, the link to her homepage was fucked up. now linking to the blog at lurkingrhythmically.blogspot.com.

to “know” in a biblical sense

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hanna is putting together an exhibition called “i don’t remember my lovers but i remember how i touched them,” showing who has slept with whom on a giant mindmap.

the recording is from the work in progress, and i thought that editing the names out would make it more poingant.

to “know” in a biblical sense

hanna7_med_tid.jpg

hanna is putting together an exhibition called “i don’t remember my lovers but i remember how i touched them,” showing who has slept with whom on a giant mindmap.

the recording is from the work in progress, and i thought that editing the names out would make it more poingant.

to “know” in a biblical sense

hanna7_med_tid.jpg

hanna is putting together an exhibition called “i don’t remember my lovers but i remember how i touched them,” showing who has slept with whom on a giant mindmap.

the recording is from the work in progress, and i thought that editing the names out would make it more poingant.