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.
the kochler implants that people have been tinkering with for while are really neat (implanting electrods to supplement a sense – lost vision for example) and i’ve been interested in the subject. occasionaly i’ve asked my friends which senses they’d like to have if they could pick and chose, and beyond the obvious ones (better hearing or vision) they are an unimaginative lot. i’d like to sense air currents. this isn’t of much use unless you’re flying or skydiving, but i imagine it would be cool.
wired has a very nice article summarising some of the development and innovation in the field. read it here: wired.com article
this whole internets business can still be mindboggling at times. it’s not often i relive the feeling of sending my first emails in terms of wowiness, but i just got of video skyping with mom and her boyfriend in tokyo, and i had a wowish moment – mom holding up a pair of tabi shoes she got me, and then pointing the laptop towards the skyline.
the presentation last monday came over well, and the examination was okeydokey. as long as i finish the semester here, i’m now officially a master person. i’ll do new business cards: Master Pozar. wicked kewl.
i’ll put the video of the presentation up once i’ve fixed it a bit – the images from the projector are all washed out.
meanwhile, i present to you this interesting documentary on the angry brigade; an anarchist group active in britain in the seventies. it’s an hour long, but worth your time.
My MFA presentation is coming up. And here’s the neat flyer for it. Everyone in Gothenburg is welcome.
Robert Frank lecture hall at Högskolan för Fotografi & Film, Chalmersgatan 5 in Gothenburg, 26/3 18:30 – 20:00
i got so staggeringly drunk this past saturday that i might have had my first memory loss. last thing i recall (more or less) after getting out of the cab at 0300 is hanna breaking a plate, and that’s it.
according to sources slightly more reliable than i, we were actually up for half an hours, during which i not only was fondling petters abs and encouriging others to do the same, but also promised to make breakfast. in fact, i had promised to “get up, go to the store, and cook breakfast before any of you wake up”. i must have been the drunkest because it’s a ridiculous thing for me to promise.
i was held to my promise though, and six hours later they tear my door down, someone takes my cellphone for some reason, and then yell feed us! feeeeeeed us! like so many gollum zombies until i mooch to the store to buy baked beans. i’m drunk all day and only get the hangover in the evening. then blissful sleep. sunday more or less down the drain, when i should have been doing, i don’t know, something soberlish.
emma came by and kept my miserable self company. and i now have a bike that goes “schuech schuech” on every rotation. yay for bikes!
i don’t know if it’s related, but i stumbled upon edward bernays book “propaganda” while searching for people to interview regarding the lockpicking presentation that’s due in a weeks time. i’m not going to read it right now, but i did watch a short clip about his successful attempt to get more women smoking in the 20s:
the book is available here: www.historyisaweapon.com, and it’s prolly a good read. if nothing else it’s a classic in pr and advertising.
oh, i think that what connects the two above stories might be a flashback to the party – a sea of amused faces when i with much bravado describe the priciple of how i’m going to take over gothenburg. it’s a sound principle, but my eagerness to inform these poor people about its genious might have been overly enthusiastic.
i was looking for the artists behind a track i liked, and it turns out that “danny rhymes” is the name of a very popular young man who does gay porn. i ended up on a review site and just love this:
Coming back to reality, Barrett Long heads for the john to drain his hose (and yes it is a hose). Locking himself in the stall, he decides to have a full-on wank. This is our first real glimpse of Long’s snake of a cock – an uncut beauty with low-hangers. He’s interrupted when Owen Hawk, complete with 5 o’clock shadow and doing a bad-ass James Dean impression, comes in the bathroom for a smoke. But the school janitor (Jett Allen) has other plans.
i’m of thankful that my name is as original as it is – no-one is going to say “hey, you don’t look like the guy who got fisted by the rhino in looking for the retentive vol 3.”
i found the other danny rhymes’ website a few clicks later, and he’s got an utterly useless myspace page which you shouldn’t visit, but you can get the band cd from cdbaby.com, a very nice independent music store. it’s just the first track that i like so far (brilliant voice-work), but still. haven’t looked actively for music in a while, so it’s a start.
i was looking for the artists behind a track i liked, and it turns out that “danny rhymes” is the name of a very popular young man who does gay porn. i ended up on a review site and just love this:
Coming back to reality, Barrett Long heads for the john to drain his hose (and yes it is a hose). Locking himself in the stall, he decides to have a full-on wank. This is our first real glimpse of Long’s snake of a cock – an uncut beauty with low-hangers. He’s interrupted when Owen Hawk, complete with 5 o’clock shadow and doing a bad-ass James Dean impression, comes in the bathroom for a smoke. But the school janitor (Jett Allen) has other plans.
i’m of thankful that my name is as original as it is – no-one is going to say “hey, you don’t look like the guy who got fisted by the rhino in looking for the retentive vol 3.”
i found the other danny rhymes’ website a few clicks later, and he’s got an utterly useless myspace page which you shouldn’t visit, but you can get the band cd from cdbaby.com, a very nice independent music store. it’s just the first track that i like so far (brilliant voice-work), but still. haven’t looked actively for music in a while, so it’s a start.
i was looking for the artists behind a track i liked, and it turns out that “danny rhymes” is the name of a very popular young man who does gay porn. i ended up on a review site and just love this:
Coming back to reality, Barrett Long heads for the john to drain his hose (and yes it is a hose). Locking himself in the stall, he decides to have a full-on wank. This is our first real glimpse of Long’s snake of a cock – an uncut beauty with low-hangers. He’s interrupted when Owen Hawk, complete with 5 o’clock shadow and doing a bad-ass James Dean impression, comes in the bathroom for a smoke. But the school janitor (Jett Allen) has other plans.
i’m of thankful that my name is as original as it is – no-one is going to say “hey, you don’t look like the guy who got fisted by the rhino in looking for the retentive vol 3.”
i found the other danny rhymes’ website a few clicks later, and he’s got an utterly useless myspace page which you shouldn’t visit, but you can get the band cd from cdbaby.com, a very nice independent music store. it’s just the first track that i like so far (brilliant voice-work), but still. haven’t looked actively for music in a while, so it’s a start.