Doodles – Page 28 – Monocultured

demonstration & deconstruction

let’s do this in pictures and videos, shall we?

in stockholm i went to the first of may demonstration with the anarcho-syndicalists. strenght in numbers is a good thing, and it feels good to be reminded that there is a political alternative and that other people might not be as absent from it as i am. after that i saw a bunch of wild rabbits in a tiny park – how they manage to thrive in downtown stockholm is beyond me, but there you go. my david attenborough moment. bonus material: taking the last commuter train home, some ants eating an apple, and me doing the drunk-look-in-the-mirror routine at a hff get-together.

i came back to gothenburg last saturday to help with taking the exhibition at konsthallen down. this is a time lapse video i made of it using the built in camera and gawker. the first video is of the deconstruction and painting of one corner, the second video is of the packaging of all the prints and thingies. a mad amount of work. one image every fifteen seconds in both vids:

in order of appearance:
– error message on the bus. blurry picture because i’m drunk.
– mom, brother and i. from a series of fifteen pictures.
– this is the reason you don’t keep open razors in the same bag pocket as your cellphone. it happened on the train back from sthlm, and some other passangers freaked because of all the blood. it’s still raw and i can’t type properly.

and last but not least: don’t even bother watching the new spiderman movie. it sucks in obvious ways, and more subtle ways. it’s not worth even downloading – i ended up fast forwarding through most of it. these people don’t even know how to use special effects properly fer crying out loud. oh, and tell me that this isn’t a freudian slip on the behalf of the director: spiderman is battling sandman and black spiderman with the american flag as a backdrop. i mean, c’mon. is this a too obvious reading?

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

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

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!”

*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, â€œfour more hours and then heâ€™d be on lith for a week.â€

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

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

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

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

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.

n-th sense

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