stoph stuff

OBAMANATION from mid to the far west

2009-01-20T20:16:00.000-08:00

From the Biggest Man among you, to our very least. This Land is our promissed land. We are United, and we have finally come to the mountaintop only to see the next peak to climb, and that that job is in our hands. We come from you, and me, and our Forefathers; from Gulf Stream Waters to Staton Island. We came from yet another skinny lawyer, heading to the big seat in the East. He hails from the Lands of Lincoln, and Aloha alike. Linking the chains of American History to the opening curtains of its final act. USABCD End. With fresh eyes we finally see we now are one under the Sun; something new, yet eternally true. We recognize eachothers' truths and Rights to exist Freely under the Rule of Law. In the Chief Executive's Office's first memorialized act (Chief of Staff Emanuel's 1st White House MEMO), a cease and desist was put to all Federal mandates of the previous administration's. In the word's of the First Couple's first dance: 'At Last'. Thank Gods almighty. We are one under the eyes of the law. Right on from here on out. Right on! Now we only need to get ourselves in full compliance, fully united under the guiding light of these principles. We just have to shed the light of justice upon us, and shed the shackles we have heretofore imposed. I pledge allegiance, w/Liberty and Justice for A-L-L! I-N-I!
W/<3,
*$toph

-from the Haleakala offices of the acting CHIEF Executive Officer of these Universe/cities of W/Illinois

thurd eye binds

2007-12-06T23:46:00.000-08:00

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Trance Formation (Anddendsum: Yoho Jojo!)

2007-10-13T15:53:00.001-07:00

Of course: what's reliving an episode from our childhood like that without a little moral support from our fine friends at FenslerFilms? Am I right my Hasbros, or you gonna seize and deceast my ass three?

trance formation

2007-07-17T05:26:00.000-07:00

Yeah boy. Talk to Alex and get you a copy of this highly collectible and rare piece of indy film history.

From the liner notes by yours truly:

On the Transformers: the Movie(86): the Remix(99)  (2/4/5)

Beyond Good. Sure. Beyond Evil? Mmmmmaybe. Surely not outside the wild imaginative reach of a certain auto technician in training. Perhaps even the younger age Matthew Puckett, at some level, originally intuited: the mightiest of heroic constructs, like all our industrial devices, could breakdown beyond the point of no repair. And later at any rate he had to know that mechanics’ vocabulary actually included the word “shit.” And that the evolutionary destiny of robotics lies in pink-hotrod-hotties. But you gotta understand: at the time of “the Transformers: the Movie” original

theatrical release, this all came as quite the shock to us sheltered children of Suburbia. We’d been content w/just commercially injected half-hour doses of mindless mayhem, and virtual animation the series’ binary psychodramas provided our all too slowly moving and rapidly disappearing prepubescent lives. This flick definitively carpet-bomb-86’ed plenty of kids’ mental cherries back in 1986. Hardcore; Newborne.

Why then looking back should the film seem now well... so freaking childish? Maybe it was all the freon, axl-grease, or thundering repetitive rattle-rattle John Lee clatter Boom-boom-boom-boom wafting around the chop-shop air there? More likely; an overdose droning on of man-hours, engaged in robotic servitude, slaving to get CFC + noise shitting, design fucked monstrosities back into working order for their insane in the mundane, wind resistant, plastic paneled owners. But however it came to be--- although History is clear on this much @ least: more than a few metric tons of Schlitz and PBR were involved--- a threshold was achieved one night, over cheap rentals, in the mind of a man who’d heard just about enough Muzak infiltrating his consciousness. Matters had to be taken into the only skilled appendages he had: his own grimy hands.

Enlisting the technical assistance of his would be accomplice and younger cuzin; Alexander Demaris, and holing up in his efficiency bunker, wading up to his neck in a complex web of prime dirge: Matt got down n’ dirty w/it. He composed a defiant, W.S.Burroughs-ian, battle plan of attack D-fence: He’d mix in raucous trax (tunes diametrically opposed to the conformity concert, rocking our sad excuse for an outside world to its very brink); vivisect, bootstrap, utterly transform, and revitalize the audibles of this fine flick; into something more indicative of the power, this watershed story of glory n’ gore, this movie still held, in our collective memory banks at least. Transformers would once again kick ass!

Back in the day, we didn’t have y’r fancypants non-linear-editing, personal- computing, @home production studios. No sir-ee Jr. Well akchly, we kinda did. But I’ll be a GoBot’s uncle if we had either: access, time, or the inclination to use ‘em. All that this job required to hack it was: some excessive late-fees, a stack a wax tracks, and a garage-sale bought, homemade, stereopathetic, VCRecording studio. Using the penultimate century’s greatest art form, a masterpiece was collaged unto its rightful throne in the cinematic echelon.

The rock demons assuredly beamed up at us all from Hell the night this gruesome Champbanite twosome laid down, in one ‘n a half continuous, contiguous takes down pat, this overdub to end all dubs. Later cuts’ attempts to recapture--- as I guess the 2 initial copies were either thought lost, or cast off to the mercy of videostore sea (the one kulture jammed original rental copy got lost in circulation, or copied back over) the alchemical magic moments, we see in abundance herein--- lacked the originals’ dynamism. The disconnects here- still disturb; the congruent syncronisties- continue to mystify synergetically. Geekdom needn’t get their signed Tom Cruise tighty whitey’s in a bunch: proper props were paid Dr (Galvatron) Spok, that motormouth (Blurr) from those old Fed-Ex commercials, Scatman (Jazz) Crothers, Eric (Wreck-Gar) Idle & Weird Al “Dar[ing] To Be Stupid” Yankovich. While every last syllable of Unicron’s dialogue, Orson Welles’ swansong (and for many of us kids, introductory) performance, remains here wholly intact along w/the plot. They just kicked out the jelly. Sorry, Judd Nelson diehards: don’t narc on us to Metallica, Okay? And in exchange we promise not to tell anyone you like Judd Nelson.

New and improved soundtrack!
Now includes:
Butthole Surfers, Melvins, I think Slayer probly, Reverend Horton Heat, Moistboyz, Funkadedlic, Man... or Astroman!?!, M.E.T.H.O.D. Man, Primus, Mr. Bungle, Beck, Metallica used with implied aural consent (back when they were really drunk), some Steve Albini band, and an explosive Monster Magnet finale.
As well as plenty other classic cuts that are too punk for my poseur ass to discern with any kind of certainty. Enjoy. `

Ill Numer0 Viente Y Tres

2007-02-22T21:45:00.000-08:00

Sorry folks,
We now interupture our irregularly scheduled blogcast, to meditate a bit on a this one two-bit numeral, that's been primed to blow my mind today. So today's blog is brought to you by the letters 'J' and 'C', and the...
.
# - 2 - 3
. the number
. twenty-three .

I bet a lot of people are gonna be blindsided by this one, and truth be told; i've even been caught by suprise. I doubt a large percentage of people ever give much thought to the constellated matrix of meanings inherent in specific nubers. Like not likely near as many G-d fearing Americans, f'rinstance, as I reckon do put thought into JC. Whether we're talking Penny's for your thoughts, or spiritual meditation on our holy savior Jeepers Creepers. But even if you're numbered among the multitudes that don't no give two shits; if you're not neccessarily mindful of these matters: they still matter. It's in the very nature of habitual numerical 'laws' of mathematics and nature still rule Nature. Even if you're not aware of the patterns, you're still patterning your very life after them. But even you, oh ignore ant one, I'm sure have heard this one...

Psalms Chapter 23
א מִזְמוֹר לְדָוִד: יְהוָה רֹעִי, לֹא אֶחְסָר.
1 A Psalm of David. The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
ב בִּנְאוֹת דֶּשֶׁא, יַרְבִּיצֵנִי; עַל-מֵי מְנֻחוֹת יְנַהֲלֵנִי.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters.
ג נַפְשִׁי יְשׁוֹבֵב; יַנְחֵנִי בְמַעְגְּלֵי-צֶדֶק, לְמַעַן שְׁמוֹ.
3 He restoreth my soul; He guideth me in straight paths for His name's sake.
ד גַּם כִּי-אֵלֵךְ בְּגֵיא צַלְמָוֶת, לֹא-אִירָא רָע-- כִּי-אַתָּה עִמָּדִי;שִׁבְטְךָ וּמִשְׁעַנְתֶּךָ, הֵמָּה יְנַחֲמֻנִי.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me; {N}Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me.
ה תַּעֲרֹךְ לְפָנַי, שֻׁלְחָן-- נֶגֶד צֹרְרָי;דִּשַּׁנְתָּ בַשֶּׁמֶן רֹאשִׁי, כּוֹסִי רְוָיָה.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; {N}Thou hast anointed my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
ו אַךְ, טוֹב וָחֶסֶד יִרְדְּפוּנִי-- כָּל-יְמֵי חַיָּי;וְשַׁבְתִּי בְּבֵית-יְהוָה, לְאֹרֶךְ יָמִים.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; {N}and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. {P}

Considering that, and if you will the following exerpt for contextualization's sake...
From Aronofsky's Pi (Math is everywhere)

So yeah, Pi and Theta, we can see y'r point... and, in deed, do conseed. But 23? You been smokin some weird weeds? You been sniffing too much of Jordan's perfume? What did that guy say 233 signified again?

Maybe you're thinking it's like Max's mentor advises him?
That once a mind becomes fixated on something, on a number; you can start to see it everywhere. Just like me and my copywrited 'faces in places', which I see copied and writ large all over the place. Like some witches trick, I've become especially attenuated to recognizing them. And although I'm probably the only one here who saw the face (I made especially for us) in place over bert's head up there, I ain't the only one concerned with the phenomenon. And although it's a bit over my particular head's in-clan-ations; there exists now, a branch of computer science, dedicated now to engineering better facial recognition warez. Whilst they're in it to create the new and "improved" panopticon of the future, I'm into seeing things come alive. If I can't achieve breakthrough levels, those thresholds required to catalyze a reawakened animism and reconnection to all of Nature, at least I can see how you maybe could (in a truly relative kinship society). Beholding that beholden picture in my mind, lo these many y'rs; we might just kiss the face of a just God yet... or at least kiss Chris's reflection (made in the image). But enough mastaburtory reflections on my own fixations, I want to fix our attentions on a particularly strong particulate fixture in another's thinking.

My friend, who here we'll call 'J', is making his fateful return to the fold of the faithfull tomorrow. I'll, who we'll hereafter refer to here as C, >ahem< C 'll be seeing Jay, for the first time face to face in a couple years. The happy couple's reuniting after J enjoyed (I hope) a working sabbatical in Peru (where I hope to check out too). But back when, in the day they were 's'cool mates', the two often exchanged ideas on all manner of weird notions, including J's preternatural obsession with the number '23'. I still don't pretend to understand the significance, and I'm sure he didn't have much more of a clue about it either, other than to know it felt important and lucky.

Now, as "luck", or who knows what or who else, would have it: on 2-23, the two of them, and a third long overdue for a visit friend, K, J and C will see eachother again. J has returned stateside, and has been staying in a city that holds no number more dear than 23 (Chicago just loves Jordan, Sandberg, Dye, and Hester). So after recieving, on his automated message service, the news of J's plans to hook up tomorrow C "co-incidentally" recieved news that this exists...

And now he's obviously freaked enough to share all this with you. I couldn't say what all this magic # business might mean, other than something...
did I mention that dr.pepper (recently advertising their special blends of 23 flavors) is their major softdrink of choice?

next time I will get into the number 3 surely, as third times the charm.

Autumnal Good Byes

2006-08-23T13:38:00.000-07:00

Stand In Fall Out (2K5)

Thought I'd leave things off with one last peek at me (or my image-in-hairy surrogate) here, as I've pretty much flown the Cookoop south for the Nuclear Winter to Myspace.com/Mystophspace
I'm not sure anybody ever much came here anyways, but I'll still continue to put up the posts looking Faces in Places straight on hereabouts, on the off chance someone's reading this blather and bother. Like the above slide, which was to serve as an representative intermediary emmisary, between me and the audience of an art grad school's review board. But there's also the additionally reflexive commentary going on with the picture inside the picture. Though I'll tell you this was all staged. One can imagine that I'm engaged in a critique, that itself is critiquing the critique process, where a body of work, or a piece of yours, is to be measured as a gage of yourself: Some thing that's supposed to speak for you, which might be allright in a situation that requires mediation, like here our dialogue out here in psyberspace, or when you need to clothe your self in another skin for legal reasons involving exposure of your natural indecency, but these gestures inevitably fall short of expressing the totality of a human being themselves in all their complexity. So I hope to turn the process on its head and say there's an inevitable fall out that occurs when filtering eachother, radioactive by-product, even when you're not sitting in front of a cathode emitting screen and holding plactics no doubt containing volatile organic compounds in unergonometrically correct postures for extended periods, when a "work" is produced in leiu of natural art to being ourselves. I think this helps to explain in part the impulse in general to imbue our world with anthropomorphicized structures, we're trying to replace a deep seated need for intimate connection with our world, you know: that, coupled with the simple fact that, as Anais Nin put it so eloquently; "We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are." So in that sense all Stoph's Stuff is borne of a yearning to reconnect with y'all and everything.

Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

2006-05-24T00:22:00.000-07:00

...T'was brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe...
because with their vorpal blade, their flaming sword held just east of eden,
they stormed the gates! and about damn time too.
photoshop is mine, and nothing will be the same ever again. a once piss poor unviewable slide, now is transformed into only a pretty crappy finished image. Makes a world of difference: "ARRRRGH!!!! Tis good to be a pirate," he chortled in his joy. And so rested he, by the Tum Tum tree.

thyme machine

2006-05-07T16:50:00.000-07:00

From the invite:
Here I'm staging a covert interventionist art action; becoming for the Hort Club this year's program artist, flyer designer, & final garden head. Using and interpreting 19th century, visionary, science fiction author H.G.Wells' dystopic masterpiece indictment 'the Time Machine' as source material & vehicle for examing how class warfare, Victorian colonialism, and Industrial consumerism's functions and relates to one of this community's most beloved and attended annual spectacles.
" Chri5+()>her Kasak (a post-graduate of UIUC's painting program), used this opportunity to underscore the impact our much enjoyed Flower Show and horticultural landscaping practice often takes on our environment. He hopes to hypnotically suggest some alternative means that might help us collectively avoid eternal dystopia. In this, his first garden design, besides tchlotchkes, exotics, invasives, and plants grown non-organically out of season, for contrast you may find featured: natives, naturalized, and perrennial prairie plant species which flourished and evolved here under the attentive stewardship of an much different Illini Nation not so very long ago, creating deep-ecological relations with the land's copious creatures, features, and indigenous spirits, some of the richest terra firma the world's ever known underfoot of where we stand now today." --- partial text from the actual display

The general public was welcomed to this event, and as always admission was free. All plants and many other displayed items will be available for sale, and the proceeds will go to fund educational programs for the club through out the year as well as club scholarships. The Flower Show is student run by UIUC's Horticulture Club. The mission of the Flower Show is to educate and inspire design and variety in the public while simultaneously supplementing the students' academic learning with real world skills relating to horticulture. blah blahs blase blaghs bs. Just know that we fixed it to have a functional 8ft tri-zonal space warper ala austin powers. I figured since I couldn't arange for sale of quasi legal plants, I could still trip people out.

From the show:
Even though you probably had to be there, knowing how I document...

A XXXtra little taste is yours for the taking, that was not found likely to be palatable, what got XXXed out by overiding commitee...

Here's where their flow show ends...

What'dyou think? Chow for now.

Tiamet Salle

2006-03-30T11:50:00.000-08:00

Vent Tia Mat Salle Pictures of tri eye guys found round town on New Years Day 2005, and altered Simianese Liberation Front/Trance Syndicate logo(c) on coiled picture stand in personal un-celebration of Enuma Elish, Sumerian solstice celebration ritual commemorating Mardok's slaying of Tiamat, seven headed water god of chaos, establishing solid ordered foundation upon which their civilization was built.

recommended reading:

the "Compressionists":
*on tiamat enuma elish: 'Chaos, Gaia, Eros: a chaos pioneer uncovers the three great streams of history' by Dr. Ralph Abraham
*on Arthur Young's sevenness: 'the Theory of Evolutionary Process as a Unifying Paradigm' by Frank Barr M.D.
*on heterogeneity of space in relation to shamanic practice: the 'Sacred and the Profane: the nature of religion' by Mircea Eliade

the "Po-Mo-Art-ists":
*on what the hell someone like David Salle might have to do with all this: Postmodernism and the Question of Meaning by Suzi Gablik

SHELLING SKULLS: more clams per gallon than ever!

2006-03-23T10:13:00.000-08:00

Shell'nSkull
Looks like I'm not the only one out here who sees the grim visage of death when drive`n by these pumps. The images here are not mine own, and here I was thinking I might be driving myself skully seeing deathshead down on the street corner. Those who've read my recent posts probly're well aware, thoughts of death abound in my noggin; that is thoughts associated with the merchants of fossil fuels. I mean; just in cursory judgment of those booking around in gas-guzzlers by the cover: the title 'fossil fuels' oughta give one a clue about what it is we're really dealing with here. Fuel made of fossils, that in turn (of phrase) fuel the creation of further fossils by spreading death (because you are what you eat right?). This is no big secret right? 'Phi'--- the Greek's irrational death number of the golden ratio; which defines the downward spiraling arc of most shells, horns, fingernails, fibornaci sequences in the constantly shedding skin of reptiles--- is evident here. Shell oil's name and logo, itself a shell for the holdings of the corporate entity, advertises that fact. "Hey loyal consumer you know your car is powered by the desecrated/'refined' ancestral remains of life extracted from their ancient resting grounds. And look: we know it all to well too? So come on down and get your piping hot death juice by the gallon!" How many shells had to die in order to make the barrel used at your local pump every day? Marvel comics antihero 'the Punisher' makes sure that what goes around comes around. And the karmic wheels, on India's mothergoddess of destruction, Kali's bus go round and round. And once all that remains dries up, and the story unfolds whereby our earthly inheritance is finally squandered: the wealth of untold and unfathomable generations dissolves like so many holdings of Enron stock ; gone in a puff of smoke and mirrors, and exhausted like so many millions upon millions of tons of carbon dioxide. Like: how many of the four horsemen were really driving SUVS? Is the road to hell paved with good intentions driving on the way to &/or fro home or work? Or is hell brought to you by the fine people who brought you paved roads in the first? Are we bound to become just some more roadkill? Or are they? Are we just on the cusp of an evolutionary shift of gears, where we see these guys as the dinosaurs they burn up? Or by the selfsame law of the jungle, where again: we are what we eat... If we can't kick the monkey off our back, will us talking monkeys be driving towards extinction? ... with all the rest of the natural world riding shotgun in tow in the undertow.

And while I obviously appreciate the prominent sentiment behind this artist's design, I always thought the original design had the skulls proportions more aligned with their logo. Basically I'd make the skull even bigger. Picture if you will projected over where the written word 'Shell' is well placed, your favorite dead and gone grandparents' dentures. If they were in their mouth, then the sockets would be more where the shell curves out. You can picture it probably better than I crudely can, but here goes nothing for you...

The whole head would have its chin held high, as it's set up to look down upon you from above. And in truth, this is the kind of disembodied perspective held by most transnational conglommerates in what has come to be defined as Late Capitol, where buisness interests have been legally extricated from having to keep any connection to their hometown roots: an enterprise's holdings may be traded freely across national borders. Achieving a kind of astral projection and immortality by virtue of their legal status as people extraordinarilly granted corporations, these artificial beings existing only in the mind, composed of interchangeable and replaceable human position, who can not be be held individually accountable for the actions of the group: should one head roll the hydra lives on. We see the archetypal icon of a severed head on a stake rear its ugly head, and sense an almost extra-terrestrial like presence looking down upon us lowly humans from above... as after all this is a sign designed to be lofted high and sell us from miles away.

But in an effort to "really see the skull behind the face", what are we to make of the use of this common business practice of utilizing "faces in places"(c.) at all? It's common place to seek to provide a surrogate for the human connection that Modern horsepower demands exclude. Business is all about fulfilling your clientele's needs... but sometimes its about creating a need you're in a position to fulfill. When you think about War for Oil think about the Opium Wars. Gas pedallers are in cahoots with armed forces (like literally in the case of Exxon-Mobil in Indonesia) driving the market towards them. If former cokehead, recovering alcoholic, and admitted Christian, President W., knows anything it's addiction... especially as he addressed the union: to foreign oil. Here in this biz its perhaps even more an issue than elsewhere, and mayhaps that's why you see such a proliferation of the "faces in places"(c.) tactic.
Is that why bp's pacman and Marathon's M-man are the cutsiest, they have more to hide, or 'more face to save' as it were? Whereas Citgo's gentle giant nosed one is just generally attractive in truth more. If advertising is an appeal to genetically hard-wired emotional cues, endowed us by way of our reptilian, hind-brained, primitive ancestry; an attempt to use our instincts against our better judgment of the neo-cortical variety... than presenting us with another pretty public face to buy into is strategery intended to mask possibly insidious intentions. These are the same impulses that get our asses moving, mowing with petrol our solitary grass strain sown lawns in the heat of Summer, a yearning for returning to the "pre-historical" past of the Garden of African grasslands habituated by humans' progenitors Homo habilis. Nostalgia can be a bitch, just like life. Must we still go thru the tomb to reenter the Womb? or can we put the brakes to these viscous cycles of addiction?

New High Tech Burn Bomb

2006-03-10T14:00:00.000-08:00

Q: Why does Phillips look so pouty with those full lips and doe 9y9s?
A: Perhaps its heard word there's a new gizmo out there; poised to revolutionize bombing as we know it, and make development of incredibly detailed stencils for adbusting an even more effecient tool for taking back occupied streets.

And now you too have heard it here, possibly first...

A new wave of high powered laser printers stands poised to permanantly etch its way into the hearts and minds of a new generation of disenfranchised art students and streetniks. They can literally burn holes through paper like butter. At UIUC's Art+Design building, students can now pay a nominal 15 cent fee per sheet to print paper with insanely intracately patterned holes in paper, effectively creating highly complex stencils or reusable screens for transfering patterns in ink onto flat surfaces. Before most stencilling was done by hand in pain staking process of exactoing out designs thru thin cardboard or thick paper. Now in mere seconds a design that would have previously taken dozens of hours, just in time to combat the aesthetics of hegemonized non-space, and flatness in visual material's urbanized landscape. Multi-color process, CMYK type design, can be replicated up to half tones, just so long as the negative space (say if one's using benday dot process; which photoshop can filter any image to) doesn't over crowd the positive. Basically the old stencil rules still apply, like when pumpkin carving let's say :

I'll update this post when I know more details or have executed actual examples. Thanks go to Katie Hargrave for filling me in on this exciting new media, after my jaw dropped at my first sighting of the technology in action, and in advance for being my hookup still at that school with printing lab priveleges she's sharing.

How bout it Mom!

2006-03-07T14:11:00.000-08:00

To read all about the post here, see my last entry; to which this is really a kind of post-script (just as that post on Citgo's tri-eye guy was inspired in response to the BlogHead's at H+RBlock post previous to that) focusing on the good being done at Citgo and the three-pronged buisness modeling tool put forth by McDonough & Braungart. As I was writing that post: I mentioned their triumvarate of valuaters, the 3-E's (Ecology, Economy, & Equity) vs. the traditional 3-R's (Recycling, Reusing, and Reducing) of buisness as usual, to my mother with whom I share office space (or rather she's nurturing enough to share with me). And she got excited to understand me for once when I spoke of the benefits of fractals in modeling behavior, as the group she serves as Executive Director; the National Forum to Accelerate Middle Grades Reform, relies heavily on their own similar tool for planning moves in three directions: towards 'academic excellence', 'develomental responsiveness', and here again 'social equity'. Their 3-E's were the inspiration behind their logo in fact; she tells me. Where as how in the rat race they're always chasing the solitary bottomline, in education this more grounded technique measures sucess more fully than the 3-R's of education (Reading, Riting, & Rithmatic) focused on by test-results-crazy misleadingly named 'No Child Left Behind' does. In fact, it's very appropriate to use the term grounded to refer to aids that take a three dimensional approach to action. Just as profit only oriented means flatten the landscape into binary considerations of 'will this make me money? Yes or No?' So too does looking anything from a single point of view serve to sever an understanding of the world in all it's multidimensional/3-D technicolor splender. Maybe that's why they call it camera obscura. You can never appreciate the complexity of a given situation unless you look at in the full light of day, which has value scales encompassing all shades of grey and is colored by the full-spectrum of experience. Differing proportions of Red, Green, & Blue; all primary colors needed to see clearly, just as one needs three legs on which to build a table or as any experienced rockclimber will tell you, ideally your body should have three points of contact with the Earth at all times to insure balance. Symbologists understand this can explain why the Masons used the unfinished pyramid scheme and why the Christian Church uses the metaphor of the Holy Trinity to ground their teachings. The third eye is a universal symbol of enlightenment. I know for sure that's the hidden archetecture underlying my personal iconography, themes, and fondness for 'tri eye guys'. Thanks Mom for being on it this time.

Buy-Cott Cit-Guy

2006-03-07T11:20:00.000-08:00

F-WUT U-HURD

I want to use this opportunity to state for the record: I DON'T THINK ALL MULTINATIONAL CORPORATIONS ARE INHERENTLY EVIL, and I'm not just saying that because Wal*mart or somebody might be listening to what I say right now. Neither do I find the phenomenon of faces in places necessarily threatening. Nope, just like the question of whether people are basically good or evil can not yet be answered; as their full story has yet to unfold, so too QED are our conglomerates' heretofore morally ambiguous still. People form them, as cells likewise makeup their own bodies, and can therefore be seen as being, in the end, responsible for what form of life they assume, or tragically, whose lives they consume. But whereas it is not for us to judge Man, as various Amerindians' tribal bodies are incredibly consistent in believing; as Man is borne of the Land and therefore only within the Great Spirit creators' dominion to condemn or honor, it is incumbent upon us to hold ourselves libel when considering the impact of the societal structures we do construct. Social institutions must be judged by the actions or lives they take or improve. I find myself hard-pressed to offhand think of a human enterprise has a greater impact upon our land than the over-consumption of fossil fuels. Fueling what even 'W' now refers to as our addiction to oil, is the cynical attitude of consumers (or perhaps 'consumees') feeling unempowered (having had the life sucked out of them like so much drilled crude). The power resides in the people, even if the will to change is found lacking when considering brutal economic "realities". If the price of doing business most anywhere is that we have to make Faustian travel arrangements, we're reminded of the parable Neil Jordan's the Crying Game(1992) has Forest Whitaker recount of the frog, and the scorpion riding it's back across a river, who can't help but to do them both in. But does it really have to be so rough out there?
It ain't necessarily so; postulates businessman William McDonough, and co-author and chemist Michael Braungart, in their book Cradle to Cradle: Rethinking the Way We Make Things; as they offer industry a principle tool for economic recreate itself in a better image. Their Design Framework embraces the 3-E's, as opposed to the 3-R's; because 'being less bad is not good enough'. It's a fractaline triple bottom line approach to business that pursues in every decision maximum value by moving one's economic platform towards any of the three directions (Economy {the more familiar bottom line}, Ecology {considering reciprocal Environmental relationships}, and Everybody else {the social networks within and with whom we operate}). Shareholders in the future might be behooved to note that only the Economic was found lacking in the social principles of those afforementioned Indians. Design writ with the triple-edged (or one better 'double', minus the old hard line bottom) pen of intelligent design composes the trinity foundation of the unfinished pyramid envisioned in an emerging world in which all human industry is designed to celebrate interdependence with other living systems, transforming the making and consumption of things into a regenerative force. But can this principle really extend to businesses that by their very nature would seem to be cutthroat? Hugo Chavez seems to think so.
Of all the major oil companies laying claim to go "beyond petroleum's" black history: CITGO GOES ABOVE & BEYOND THE $INGLE BOTTOM LINE CALL TO INACTIVE DUTY. I mean just look at that cute face in place and you can tell the Venezuelans behind the wheel of this co. wouldn't cut corners like eXXon-aerators did with their now im-mobile-ized tanker the Valdez f'rinstance? Self-admitted scorpions like myself may not be able to change our evil ways overnight, lord knows, but we can at least start by at least becoming more considerate of where we do our dirty business. By god, we can join the Buy-Cott!
http://www.alternet.org/envirohealth/22023/

H+R Block Heads, Squares, n' Financial Quarters

2006-02-28T22:27:00.000-08:00

Well, well, well. Seems my suspicions, aroused of course markedly a few years back with the inception of the h&r block'head' logo and all too professionally concieved & developed little green block men color schematics, were confirmed. The world is round not square, and it's built for folks who know how to roll properly, not for those who would seek nothing other than a strait bottom line and hope to someday 'roll in it'. And it can't be healthy to operate under delusions to the contrary. Case in point against the square types going after only the green, turning a mean profit on a dime:

The rececnt advertisement campaigns of this corporation targeted hungry to turn a quick buck, lottery style... they claim their average investigation yields returns of $1500 for folks who filed taxes the year previous, who missed out on claiming deductions for such an amount then. FIFTEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS FOR DOING NOTHING... or next to it. Just sign on the dotted line where it sais you agree to have us broker the deal. No big deal perhaps. And I have no specific knowledge to the contrary that would indicate that that claim is specious. But my point rather is that one can not live in an environment where a message like that is continuously broadcast without becoming effected by it. And who has to hear these claims more than the very people who work there? The whole point of taxes in fact is that nothing comes without its price. But these narratives and images, created to make us momentarily forget these aspects of doing business, begin to pound away at one's personal psyche and belief structures; inevitably effecting how one sees things. The stories we tell one another constitute the building blocks of how we construct our very realities. The architecture of our surroundings cannot help color our interpretation, or misinterpretation, of the worlds we inhabit. When all we recognize is black+white and green all over the place, the joke will always be on us. One does not have to look far or long and hard at the following picture to imagine what kind of story I'm linking to below:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11528461/

BK1-2 whole punch

2005-12-13T10:52:00.000-08:00

Hi everybody. So Oakland/SanFranscico's vivacious Paula McGibbon, while on her lunch break, sent me the below pix in a txt mssg of a Face in Place. Actually she was probably just sending me a picture of where she was, and then I, being me, naturally saw the Face in Place in place of the appealing burger king logo the advertisers imprint you to hunger for. Paula and I have been conversating a lot of late, but met only after my recent Faces in Places project went off, on my subsequent trip to the BayArea to scope out grad schools. So I decided to give her a firsthandheld taste of what it is I've gotten into doing lately, by composing the following new txt mssg reply. For the Open*Source project I bought a phone capable of taking higher-rez night time shots, but refunded it once the project's mssgs went out (a great technique for budding artists to employ when showing work... buy big screen tvs for the duration of your show). The old phone ironically could only send pix w/1000 characters worth of txt, but my old cruddy version's capable of sending much more. So there's no size-limit I've found, to how long a peripatetic analysis and commentary I can compose, in response to examples of these anthropomorphic phenomenon: appropriate; as there seems to be no limit to the amount we can gather from some Faces in Places. That's what eventually brought me to the point of exhibiting examples and writing about them... there's so much there! I've really felt at times an informational exchange with some FnP I've closely encountered, on par with the amount of volumes of data you'd recieve in first impressionable conversation with a new person... even if we don't sit down and chat in my usual liberal interpretation of the English language. I've become somewhat of the authority on the subject... so I'm offering now my expertise: I'll provide the service of analyzing any example of 'Faces in Places'tm sent my way FREE OF CHARGE for a limited time only
So without further much ado here's my latest:
BK1-2 Punch Fry Burger Cattlecall Brand
Bk may 86 der new ad campAN w/d king character: apparently, people Rn't respondN well enough 2 d guy (n d suit he stole off d king o spades, & d maskd XpreshN, w/dat smile 4ever plastrd on2 his face, offering up "free" whopRs). wuts 2 B made o dis change n d public face o dis massive, yet floundRN, Mpire? letC… judjN from d pic U sent: dey've electd anothr shineN XampL of a Bcon, but when i look, i can't help but notice anothr Bmen face; beckonN us 2 “eat M!”. this1z even more masked; hidN, perhaps even from its Dsignr. tho I kinda doubt it: no; not w/a contract dis big. Der MployN pros traind 2 understand & upEL 2 r deepst primal Dsires. hence d primary palatte chosen 4 d palatial bag can be seen as taking aim @ R hopes 4 symetry & balance N R daily lives.
ders a longN 4 simplicity too. & companionship as well.
scott mccloud, n his understandN comics breaksdown exceLNtly d relation Btween humans & der remakeN o d earth n der own self-image. E gets why we so identify w/cartoon figures, like R ‘have it your way’/‘have a nice day’ smilemoticon fryguy here. dey simply resemble r not 2 fleshed out internal maps we keep of ourselves n navigateN D world & conversing w/others, from whom we stream N abundance of data (visual & nonverbal Qs n addition 2 spoken dialogue).
so we can gather, from bk's packajNz considered about face, a l’il inversion of d old adage “U R wut U eat,” in that: if der logo's a surrogate; 4 D clear logos of face 2 face communication, den d most strikingly prominNt feature's d blood red name, writ large acrost where der my whatta big mouth'd be: D better 2 eat U raw w/my dear fellow consumR. ‘fellow’ sure but also ‘subject,’ 2 d crown's DcrEz. even tho d king's himself may not keep makeN suprIZ appearNces N R beds; on d tv... his uncanny, regal, HD visage? but a lowrez 1 at that--- frozN N a warm smile, onto which we have trouble connecting 2--- as we must project a reason he's so eternally chipper. most of us peasants ain’t got much Xperienz w/wut s’like 2 B king. we'd like 2 be. I've heard 'tis good 2 B. & this ad offers us d simul8d xperience of that: Bcomin D BK whopper U R eatN & CB4 U.

Faces in Places: a High Tech Trek About Town & My Life in Pixtures Txt Mssgs, Prints, & Draw-er-ins

2005-11-16T10:48:00.001-08:00

Show went off, but I won't say hitchless. Here's documentation of the results:

One: A-Heads X-Roads

B4 attdN public skool, we R likely ignorNt o BN members n gr8r social bodies. Signs o BlongN 2 culturL Nsti2tions ie. famlys, & BN st8 citizNs, R hard 2 C; BN so ubiquitS. AttainN a highR POV; steppN back & CN these relatnz from afarsa rare gift. 1st skool bellz ring tho & I got that how I was 2 B seen, & how N turn I was 2 C things'd B 4evR altrd. BTWashingtNz magnet prog. aktly drew N its diverse student body partly due 2 its demographicLE regul8d melting o d pot. Lots join Douglass Park 's circLs to blaze pot too, but racial LMNts enter here 2 when dopeN. Just as I was less likely 2 B granted entry into d schol. prog., due 2 mainly fabric8d plastic notions o ethnic ID, then, getN bus'd in, literLE, cross D trax 2 where D only other busroutes R D Brown & Grey~ now I'm seen as N outsider b/c of my cont. education. Even then, superfishL profiles dict8d 4 me a different callN; often last picked if @ all 4 sports, since white boys can't jump: I Dvelopd more as N observNt game playa.

Two: Anamorphosis- holographic abiliT 2 Ncode info discernable diffrNtly from certN POVs Childhood's a special time n life. Ridin all D way crosstown n D bax of yellO buses, I myself'd find ways 2 stay occupied. I imagiNd ashen visages rising from Firebird hoods out D back windows, & what I'd B when I grew up. BN so young I hardly knew where I wuz. So I looked 4 landmarx, & Bsides D StarrCar servS ageNC on SLocustdr, my faverit sight & VhicL 4 loc8N myself arose when d U's quad's crown jewL Bgan gettN construktd; D Beckman Inst. Mr Beck Man fronted ½ D 40 mil 2 finance bldg of a pyramid that'd help reconcile sciNtific & spiritual realms, as presNtd fictitizly in Ric Powers' Galatea 2.0, much like I dreamt D robots servN drinx @ D 1st open house would Bhave there. Technocratic jugRnauts & Ppel R hard 2 control tho, n R complex world, but we do occasionLE Dvelop technoloGs to help, like by Xpanding our linguistic modLN & networkN capacities. AxeNt & parkN sux, provy hurts az much az hELz bodz n soulz, & I kent progRAM bots 4 shIt yErs l8r, Evn after stuDN there. WTF?
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Three: Alma Matter$ On Ma Mind .
I came 2 D U 4 C&U's diffRN charactristx on opp. sides OD right path. N ChampAN, since D rALroadtrax 1st laid groundwrk tieN D trAN, dey call D city o NworlENz, 2 R nek OD woods, D prairEswampwoods've receded makN way 4 "frE NterprIz." Actualy Urbana's ironicaLE named, BcomN D lez urban, if more urbAN & green minded, 1. ChampAN's followed D green $ passN hands, from Chicago, StLoE, indE & D world over, most dramatically beckonN in 1 OD land-grant contrax, frmr Champbana law alum Abe Lincoln's Morill Act made avail.2 start universiTz. Bsides BN flankd by labor n learnN, $ N cents've accompanEd 'R Mum' markedly looseNN change all across D landscAp. Aptly nAmd Green $t's Xpensiv Enuf dat restRaunts & pricy apt bldgs're all who can afford to remAn. Dspite Urbanites' protestations, esp. in recent yrs, UIUC's interests've Bgun 2 closely represNt doze O big bizniz. D figyr O campus's simply come 2B recognIzd 4 her sharp contrasts BtwEn D Ntersect'n O educAt'n & comRs towRN Ovr town.

Four: ...But’ll U still dissect me N D morning?D NtimaC O biznSz tailorN personalE 2 R specific needs has largely been supplantd of l8. Mom N Pop've givN way D playN hands O their offspring, tabling their dreams of a bttr fUchR 4 `em: sometimes by sellN out, oftNr by BN 4st @ shotgun point 2 relinquish their share OD mRketplAz, & w/XponNtialE NcrEsin frequenC, havN their control wrestD away unconshusly. AdvertezmNts play upon R compositd biorythms by percussiv repetition O psychodramas. CompanEz prey upon weak minded Mpreshunable "consumRz'" Dsires 4 symetry N balance; fantaCz, & fears by tapping into imajz which reson8 w/R collective unconshuz; R shard genetic heiritage. Nothing trigRz more of N emotionL rEXN than gAzN n2 anothr loved 1's I's; hence DsignRs gravit8 towards forms which iconiculE resemble facial Xpreshnz N nonverbal Qs. These divorce us from N intimate conXshn 2-D world @ large; D fUchR N past, & commit us 2 cozyN up 2 biZneSz we might know litL about. Who nOz? MayB theyR jest window dresN 4 sho & R dough.

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Five: Hard/Art work’s 4 D `allflowRz
I made drinks nights on D meetmarket that's known as D strip, both @ AJwingRz & ERCafè, & I'd red, D now dead, authR Terence McKenna lots. His Food O D Gods rel8s a vision of History as N unfoldN series O relAshNships Btween species. In dis shamanic model, we're branches on D great tree O life, jutN deterministicalE from where minerLs Bget plants who Bget animals who Bget BNs of pure conshusnez; completN D cycL in selfdetermination & freedom. Dz theorEz rang true lookN upon massz O folks not far from BN automatons; heedN D call O D wild impulsz 4 sex, nicotine, alcohol, caffeine, sugar, fatEfoods, N EvN TV, sports, WIFI, art, & Rtfax that do all D work 4 U. Seems we're out o control; directD largely by XOpheromones; Nature's ads promisN instant gratification; just a shot away; the next DgrE of freedom from or 2 manipul8 realiT. How else 2 xplain N justify D NslavemNt & horrors; D struggLz of war 4 oil n spice in life? Highbred swingN apeing apes on R bax interbreedN omnivorously.

___Six: DeadNdz Toast 2 Noo BegNNz Der Xst long standN traditNs, & then der's novelT. My famly's habchULE gone 2 UIUC 4 3 genRAshNz back now. Gramps dropd out due 2-D DpreshN but was around 2 C D early y'rs O D Illini fenomNon which sawt 2 honor, what D U saw as D custMz O D PpLs who'd inhabitd Dz parts (till uprootN just a few y'rs B4), & 2 fostR comradRE 4 D football team & school. I came thru here, or flunkd trIN, after D skool spirits' imag'd alterd undr D NfluNts O fellO UI FAArtskool alum & actual NAtuv American CharlEn Ttrs. So RAyz a glass 2 er B/cuz undr D gaze she raisd, new focus on what it meant 2 rayz Others' spirits up 2 2 revRNt hIts w/o an Ntimat knowldj O der order N meanN estb. itself N us. I'd Nsti2td new practicez O fightin illin, N my tribe foundN D Universe/city O W/Illinoy; UseN R W/It, W/Ile, & W/Illpower 2 restore a st8 O W/IllBN ware D buffalo'd 1z roamd. While some'll pay upwords of $4/pint 2 achEv alterd mentL st8s, othRs R resistNt 2 change. Tho EvNtually I passD as all things must.

Se7en:_________
__________FreuDNightmares

Conundrums R evident when considRin D lack O creatif vehicLz 4 honest XpreshN XistNt N a world totaLE seen as global mRketplAs. Evrythins bought N paid 4 allready almost; Rx health, R H20, & R airwAvz: all edibL food's been canD, EvN us. But D revolutN 4 truth and justice won't B televizD or financed. I 1z had a lead on a story about true? events in R town that'll nevR probly C D light o day. When I workd @ Papa John's I came to suspect der might Xist a conspiracy Btween biznessS & var. frats & sorors on campus BN coverdup. Cult hazings involviN ritualistic rapes O frosh meat horribly involvN D logos & symbols O many of the local eateries. D guys @ PJ's intim8d R store's mgmt track 1z Ntaild scary things done w/pepperoncinis. Heard Jimmy John's had special JJ's undEz madeup 4 derz, Joe's BrewRy did alchohol enema's b4 analrape, etc. Scariest was how hard twas 2 paz dis info on 2D news. Mebbe it's 2 pornographic & inflammatory 4 WCIA 2 report or worse: mayB D town's fugd 2-D top.

Eight:___________
Things dat go bEEp N D night

I C some Dply NgrAnd problems facin us & light @ D tonLz Nd. R world's been parsed N2 codes & reconfigured N some horrific ways. D lines dat Dvide R country have nvr been more reNforsd, sure. But BN scared's no good rEsN 2 avoid tAkN a long hard look Nside & 2 speak frankly w/Rselves about Dz ishUz D frankNstein supRorganisms we creatd & consti2td N R image've wrought. Many still Nsist upon lookN outside D PObox 4 solutions. Corporations'll go 2 absurd Xtents 2 rebrand themselves 2 improve sALz figs rathr than look inside 2 what made them successful N D 1st plAz. Any 1 who doubts should stick around a corner gas station long enough to see D flurry o changes N marketN stratTGz Dvisd to distract us from D fact we're crazedly useN R lmtd. suppliez o stuff out 2 make new stuff dat Dleteriously FX R Nvironmnt. We're guzzlN up change 2 get us 2 work, when we should B workN 2 get less work, or @ least do stuff dat works beneficiaLE 4 us, by nuzzlN up to D wellspring o ideas N R heads.

Nine: May D Sorez B w/U O*S's revolutioniz'n how things'r seen. N recognizN D influence Rmultifarious backgrounds exert on us vs. livin N worldz madeup by Man alone,powerful outlets've been estb. Free plug-in XteNshnz, 2-D Y of R art, n Dform o both D actual wall space made available here, & defined more broadly;empowRment 2 play w/D work o others' like bldg. blox: no point reNventNe/o's rat race spinnN wheelz's, when retracing evry lightbulb a-ha fromdownloadable electronic formulas's Bcome EZr. Potlatch ethos reMrgethrivumphNt from D belly O D very beast that so nearly ravaged it, LateCapital; w/currNC's flow disconnected from birthplace, indeed, fromanywhere, Bsides next 1/4's' earnings' projections. W/mutable bodiescomposed o replaceable parts, namely; *us*, corporate NtiTies' o-so-loveablepublic faces, put forth 2 brand recognition & triggr oxytocin/emot'nLresponses N us, threaten all! B'n able 2 spy D eye's in sockets, D MobilOil/Mind in Matter logos, 4 that matter's rilE a lightsaber.

~Chri5+()sHer Kasak
(Images of prints left and pix taken/sent w/ Txt Mssgs Nov. 10 2005)
FACES IN PLACES: a High Tech Trek About Town & My Life in Pixtures, TXT MSSGS, Prints, & Draw-Er-Ins
(for inclusion in Open * Source Art’s)
MIND IN MATTER: Constructions of the Built Environment

backstory side of prints left in spots pixtured on map that included that site’s corresponding Txt Mssg Transcript in blank space :

Faces in Places

2005-10-21T13:41:00.000-07:00

Announcing a new interactive piece o' live art
created in cohoots with:

OPEN SOURCE * ART
12 E. Washington St., Champaign IL

for their upcoming show
Opening 7pm Nov 10 & up thru Dec 9 (Gallery hrs Fri 4-7 pm):

Mind in Matter: Constructions of the Built Enviornment
http://opensource.boxwith.com/archives/000032.html

http://www.flickr.com/photos/16197370@N00/54660924/
Faces in Places: a Hi-Tech Trek About Town, and My Life: in Pixtures, TxtMssgs, Draw'erins, and Prints
by Christopher Kasak

On the show's opening date (Thurs the 10th of November 2005), I'll depart equipt early (from the church stoops West of Douglass Park @3:15 PM) along a peripatetic walking route, stopping off at each of a number preordained sites of personal significance about town. Once there, I'll take a digipic on my camera phone, and I'll leave/temporarily install a cardboard handout dispenser full of 1 front/back pg. limited edition prints of drawings I've made of that site, also featuring the site's accompanying written passage, and a handdrawn map connecting, them there, to the rest of the special spots on my tour. At each of those locales, thru my wireless-phone I'll then send out limited edition batch Pix/Txt Mssgs to any one and all included on my mailing list, which will include an assistant setup within feet of Open Source. This aid will print out a hardcopy of each planned transmission, as they arrive throughout the night, and immediately install them alongside the original sketches at the Open Source Gallery; creating a completed semi-auto-biographical novella, a narrative arc and adumbration of our surrounding community--- the final stop on my trip. Attendees at the show, and happenstance passersby alike, will easily be enabled to become their own tour guides, tourists, neighborhood watchdog groups, &/or art collectors at any point, departing from OS*Art to any &/or all of the sites along my route, with aid of the printed handout/maps available at the opening.

Those wishing to participate in the event, and recieve their own copy of the photographic txt mssg pixturebook series should notify me beforehand if they want the complete set. Or they can be added to my mailing list LIVE, the night of, while in progress to aquire remaining trassmissions as they're sent. The messages will be not insubstantial in size (upto, but no more than, 1 picture and 1,000 words per site), so please make sure to clear some room in your phone or email account's memory to accomadate @ least 9-10 pix txt mssgs (depending on how many collaborators join the network and send musshots spotted on their own to me to send out), or you might miss out on getting the originally dated transmissions composing faces in places about town, & a story of my life in pix/txt mssgs.

Thanks kindly for your interest and/or partycipation in this one of a kind, one time only, lifealtering, barcrawl slash autobiography.
Those wishing to be added to my rolodex should notify me, asap please @either:

(217) 369-5733 or (217) 714-7955 (new phone# I'll be using to take pix the night of) or
peepail@gmail.com

Please 'member to dress warm with comfy kicks, bring along your favorite playdates, pixture/cellphones if you got 'em (that way you too can pass along any 'Faces in Places' you pass along the way directly to me to forward to everybody, you pass along the way, along with your take on them) and I'll see you out and about C-U!!!

Mother Hen

2005-10-07T13:00:00.000-07:00

Celebrating 60 years of the IMF, I created this take-home-a-postcard image for inclusion in OpenSource*Art's May 2005 Skinless Capital: Neoliberalism and Resistance. Entitled: Gee thanks Mother(hen).

It Begins (almost)...

2005-05-24T13:14:00.000-07:00

The following's this 2-part way too epic email adressed to author Daniel Pichbeck, sorry but the story picks up here abouts. The 1st big passage addresses his recent article in Arthur magazine, and the 2nd concerns research we could do on our mutually respective books.

Dear Daniel,
Always a pleasure to stumble upon words from you: as, I think, with this latest arthur piece especially, I find your sage words of warning well-timed and right on. I too really got first enraptured, and maybe dangerously esconsced, with the techno~eschatological rap, as it was beautifully espoused by that ole McKenna scamp. Much akin I rekin, to how taken he himself became with Huxley's bag as a precocious naive: if only half...

As I matured, and I guess now that he's moved on (read: dead), I eventually became able to get seriously disturbed by how much of the strom und dunder of the space-missile-silo-psi-bent resembled the mythology of the technocracy. I happened the other week to be toob-surfing past cnn just as President W made a memorable misaddress somewheres, deep into his teleprompting, hailing his personal lord and savior: "technology is the answer" right as the transmission got scrambled. Cut to CNN talking head in news central repeating without the slightest tinge of witting irony: "sorry our signal cut out there folks, the president was saying how technology is the answer."

Gotta hand it to them hyperspatial elfs pulling the funny strings though, they do boast mad-sick skills on the mic. They just don't come right out and say anything straight up, there's subtle complexity goin on, layers upon layers to the joke. In faerie-folks emisary McKenna's own admission, when once reflecting upon I think a question like 'why he thought the hammer hadn't come crashing down on his parade'--- he was saying how at first glance he could come off as either, an academic (QED: harmless), a raving loony not far removed from the bum on the corner repeating his essential mantra (" 'Repent sinners, the End is Near!' or maybe just 'the End is Near', and the possibilities that since he didn't embrace so much the vertically integrating approach of Leary with his catchy broadlycast slogans as much as catchy t-shirt-syllogism lines of deductive logic the Man had been too busy to notice, or that enjoyed 'sanctioning.'

The repent part all too often gets postscripted, which followed his primary insight into our planetary systems rebirth, stuck in the g-spot hit gravity-beam, which forces us now from out the amniotic ocean unto the birth canal, Tolstoy's question: "What now is to be done?" McKenna saw the answer not in just accepting the gifts of technology (hmm... now I'm questioning the Santa Clause, y'know he and his elvin lot originated around those super mario Fly Agaric shrumor Reindeer), but in learning the techniques of the mid-wife. But it's no wonder why media representation of his whole deal would gloss over those aspects and glom upon the more apocalyptical elements.

Sorry to harp on all that for so long in an unsolicited emailing, as you probly pretty much knew all that, and you're right to call into question the precipitous nature of hoofing those narcotic lines as commonly dealt on the meme market by the singularitists and their conterpoints in the administration elite. I liked your take on parallel lines when I originally encountered them in some art mag awhile back during my studies here in Champbana (where I just finally attained my degree in painting at the Illin' U), back when you were on about digital technology presenting artists with a call similar to the artisans of the renaissance era. Technique baby, you got it down in spades.

So there's this guy I heard who's got a good take on them aliens you're into now, for a guy who's repeatedly been taken by them. Intelligent and comical firsthand abduction accounts can be hard to come by I know. So check out Valiens.com and you can preview his stuff there at "the latest" link.
Now that I'm all gradeeated, as I outlined in my senior BFA thesis "[under the] influence", although not advancing on immediately to any of the grads I applied to, I've kinda pursuing my own stoph stuff and am doing things (AS IT HASN'T REALLY WORKED OUT) in the style of my peers. So I quit the art of me, and I'm now crafting a book much like yours actually. It's semi-autobigraphical, about this guy who when faced w/the loss of his childhood houseboat, goes on a serious vision quest in order to understand the meaning of these mysterious faces he keeps seeing everywhere in everything. Tentatively entitled "Face to Face: with Signs of Intellegent Life" "Face", a lot like your 'Head' book but without the budget for travel expenses, will have pictures of faces seen in street signs and other stuff on every other page speaking volumes accompaning the text, which I will start today.
So if there's any guys you think I should check out in my research please lemme know. Steiner seems like a good lead, but where to start with him? Also know of any good stuff about Djinn, the face as neo-platonic form of advertising goldmine, etc? And I could probably use a good editor's name as even my emails stretch on way too long.
~Stoph

2005-05-24T13:08:00.000-07:00

IH8U

hello world.

2005-01-20T02:39:00.000-08:00

and nothing was ever the same again.