Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Jan 11I wrote this. I wrote this when I was twenty-two years old, right before I got married, right after my partner scraped together $400 to fly to California to live on a boat with me and drive all night to Las Vegas and drink hard drinks in Laguna Beach at ten in the morning and I posted it on Livejournal when I had a very public and alarmingly popular one. That was more than seven years ago and this past fall someone transcribed it, made it into a JPG and suddenly it was on ffffound and even more suddenly after that it was on thousands of people’s blogs. Literally thousands. But it was credited to Anonymous, which I guess is understandable since seven years is a long time to keep track of who wrote something on a Livejournal. My friend Erin found and told me about it, she had remember it all those years, and at first I was so embarrassed. Of everything I’ve made why did it have to be this melodramatic thing, made before I really knew anything at all? IT IS SO MELODRAMATIC. But my possessiveness is greater than my self-consciousness because when I see that some people weren’t even going along with Anonymous but saying they wrote it themselves I kind of want to claw their eyes out. It’s my melodrama. (Although one person credited it to Harvey Milk and that was the best)
Anyway, I wrote that.
A blog post by Helena Kvarnström, whose novella I really want to read.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
never to young to learn how to kill 7:27 AM
Had really liked Walker's essay on this young American soldier. The boy's had a longer relationship with Fisher than his new bride!
Monday, April 26, 2010
time and space 8:23 PM
Which reminds me of of Sam Kang Li's work on Multipl-city:
But I would argue that the fragmented figures in Clang's work doesn't help evoke any intimacy - the jarring cut outs is anything but subtle perhaps. To that end, Sam's work technical execution is perhaps more successful in accomplishing that, although it does lack the layered depth of Clang's.