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yamamanamaShe has a dimetrodon pendant, which I think is awesome. Dimetrodons are lumped in with dinosaurs and packaged with dinosaur toys but they're not only not dinosaurs, they're not from the same geological period and they're more related to mammals than they are to birds or dinosaurs.
The mood would only be Dimetrodon had this been a backdated entry from my senior year of high school.
As an allegory of memory, it's great. As events get earlier and earlier, they become more and more indistinct and unclear and a mishmash of sounds and images and dreams. If we get far back enough, I have to rely on the memories of other people to know about events back then, much like using the lunar timescale to divide the Hadean aeon and to know the history of the Earth back then.
But uh yeah.
The guy wanted the bus to pick up everyone going to the airport first and then everyone else (one woman covered in blue body paint and one woman covered in red) gets on.
his exasperated "what the fuck?!" as the bus kept going made my day.
Emma didn't even reply to my message this time. This comes at no surprise.
A woman had a triforce tattoo on her back and thistle-colored hair
One of the docents had sea-teal hair tipped with magenta.
A visitor at the ICA had Terra Branford-ish seagreen hair in a ponytail.
A woman had a half-blonde half light pink afro, and it was awesome.
The bathroom door on the fourth floor of the ICA sounds like the haradrim army approaching. Maybe I mentioned that before, or at least though it.
Meleko Mokgosi - Democratic Intuition: Paintings of people and dogs and a lioness eating what some girl thinks is a type of yak in post-colonial Botswana.
One room was all about the drug cartels and was strewn with rocks and the projector was displaying vividly black and white repetitive films that reproduced brainwashing techniques, a record player played either a heartbeat or a heartbeat buried under a drone that gives that desolate wasteland feeling. The title of this exhibit was Obscuris Fidem and auto-correct has no idea that I was typing in Latin so it changed it to Obscures Fidel.
Tacita Dean's Russian Ending showed various scenes from unspecified catastrophes with writing in white.
Dick Cheney in aviator sunglasses and a track jacket holding a net with a lemon inside, the back of his head is that of a store mannequin wearing glasses.
A chain of fabrics.
Forty gold rings melted down and then strung together to form a tangle of thread.
The Way Things Go is a 30 minute video of what appears to be a Rube Goldberg machine designed by Al Qaeda, Beavis and Butthead, and possibly Wile E. Coyote, but I don't think Wile E. Coyote would have the patience for a trap that takes 30 minutes to finish.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2ipc2n
oh, look, it's on Daily Motion. Which means I didn't have to take notes, which is a good thing. Also, I have no idea how "ifiekmwqruhgs" got in my notes.
It's a pain to gather images on Twitter but Flickr doesn't seem to have any and Facebook doesn't have a functioning search engine.
This room was inspired by her visit to Indonesia.
The walls are covered in maps and diagrams on something called abacá paper inspired by blue and white pottery.
Stupa forms.
Klein bells.
No Noise
A kid wandered around making bird noises.
9 foot tall tower of children's fort building blocks.
bas reliefs.
Ceramic breath. Air moving and air frozen in time and space. Some of them look like towers of melted breaths. Others look like alien sea creatures.
Glad to see someone got some illicit pictures of this room. There are other interesting things in there, like a ceramic goat and buddhas with creepy smiles and a whole bunch of ceramic collages.
Commentary of three people on some videos depicting people and a dog standing still like porcelain figures, and actual still porcelain figures that you would expect to get up. There are two videos, one is in inverted colors:
"camo dog."
"he tries so hard not to move. he deserves all the pets."
Let's just see how this looks, okay.
That balloon exploded yesterday and took its non-Platonic geodesic enclosure with it.
There was a trefoil booth set up with headphones and records that you could flip through. when I listened, they played an instrumental electronic song that I will probably never be able to identify and a song with lyrics about building a stairway to paradise one step at a time, which was written by George Gershwin.
You should check them out. Or don't. I don't know, I'm not your supervisor. But as I said to Katie and as I thought I said to Emma, sometimes we want to hear things that aren't tailored to our tastes.
Harmonic Choir - Hearing Solar Winds
Tim Glazer - Space Songs
Guardian Alien
Iancu Dumitrescu
Sun Ra
I gave all of them a little listen but I'm not going to tell you what they're like. It's for the best that you're experiencing them the way I did: with nothing to expect but the fact they're supposed to evoke outer space and B science fiction movies in some way. Also, I really hope there were no Polish people allowed in the Hyperion Ensemble.
I should have wrote down more of them, but oh well. There were soundtracks to movies like Close Encounters of the Third Kind and Forbidden Planet, which you've probably heard of, and Jupiter Menace, which I've never heard of and is apparently totally batshit insane apocalyptic junk science. I was actually hoping for a movie like Event Horizon.
If there was an LP of Holst's The Planets in there, I didn't see it.
All of the back notes on Hearing Solar Winds were French aside from the tracklist and something about mailing the record company for more information.
I'm really sorry if I forget some important details; I haven't been feeling good and I'm blaming a combination of anxiety, lovesickness, and the temperature gradient between indoors and outdoors completely fucking with me.
This thing is floating above the Greenway just across from the bridge that leads to the Seaport, which has changed a lot since I first visited the ICA back in 2010 or so.
It's even more ethereal and awe-inspiring in real life.
I know I'm quoting somebody, probably a random person on Tumblr, but I don't know what. Whatever, that totally happened to me at around 6:30 AM Thursday morning.
Burning Question: do you ever just know you had a nightmare from the sudden chills and heavy heart as your body remembers the dream you can’t recall?
The mood would only be Dimetrodon had this been a backdated entry from my senior year of high school.
As an allegory of memory, it's great. As events get earlier and earlier, they become more and more indistinct and unclear and a mishmash of sounds and images and dreams. If we get far back enough, I have to rely on the memories of other people to know about events back then, much like using the lunar timescale to divide the Hadean aeon and to know the history of the Earth back then.
But uh yeah.
The guy wanted the bus to pick up everyone going to the airport first and then everyone else (one woman covered in blue body paint and one woman covered in red) gets on.
his exasperated "what the fuck?!" as the bus kept going made my day.
Emma didn't even reply to my message this time. This comes at no surprise.
A woman had a triforce tattoo on her back and thistle-colored hair
One of the docents had sea-teal hair tipped with magenta.
A visitor at the ICA had Terra Branford-ish seagreen hair in a ponytail.
A woman had a half-blonde half light pink afro, and it was awesome.
The bathroom door on the fourth floor of the ICA sounds like the haradrim army approaching. Maybe I mentioned that before, or at least though it.
Meleko Mokgosi - Democratic Intuition: Paintings of people and dogs and a lioness eating what some girl thinks is a type of yak in post-colonial Botswana.
One room was all about the drug cartels and was strewn with rocks and the projector was displaying vividly black and white repetitive films that reproduced brainwashing techniques, a record player played either a heartbeat or a heartbeat buried under a drone that gives that desolate wasteland feeling. The title of this exhibit was Obscuris Fidem and auto-correct has no idea that I was typing in Latin so it changed it to Obscures Fidel.
Tacita Dean's Russian Ending showed various scenes from unspecified catastrophes with writing in white.
Dick Cheney in aviator sunglasses and a track jacket holding a net with a lemon inside, the back of his head is that of a store mannequin wearing glasses.
A chain of fabrics.
Forty gold rings melted down and then strung together to form a tangle of thread.
The Way Things Go is a 30 minute video of what appears to be a Rube Goldberg machine designed by Al Qaeda, Beavis and Butthead, and possibly Wile E. Coyote, but I don't think Wile E. Coyote would have the patience for a trap that takes 30 minutes to finish.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2ipc2n
oh, look, it's on Daily Motion. Which means I didn't have to take notes, which is a good thing. Also, I have no idea how "ifiekmwqruhgs" got in my notes.
It's a pain to gather images on Twitter but Flickr doesn't seem to have any and Facebook doesn't have a functioning search engine.
This room was inspired by her visit to Indonesia.
The walls are covered in maps and diagrams on something called abacá paper inspired by blue and white pottery.
Stupa forms.
Klein bells.
No Noise
A kid wandered around making bird noises.
9 foot tall tower of children's fort building blocks.
bas reliefs.
Ceramic breath. Air moving and air frozen in time and space. Some of them look like towers of melted breaths. Others look like alien sea creatures.
Glad to see someone got some illicit pictures of this room. There are other interesting things in there, like a ceramic goat and buddhas with creepy smiles and a whole bunch of ceramic collages.
Commentary of three people on some videos depicting people and a dog standing still like porcelain figures, and actual still porcelain figures that you would expect to get up. There are two videos, one is in inverted colors:
"camo dog."
"he tries so hard not to move. he deserves all the pets."
Let's just see how this looks, okay.
That balloon exploded yesterday and took its non-Platonic geodesic enclosure with it.
There was a trefoil booth set up with headphones and records that you could flip through. when I listened, they played an instrumental electronic song that I will probably never be able to identify and a song with lyrics about building a stairway to paradise one step at a time, which was written by George Gershwin.
You should check them out. Or don't. I don't know, I'm not your supervisor. But as I said to Katie and as I thought I said to Emma, sometimes we want to hear things that aren't tailored to our tastes.
Harmonic Choir - Hearing Solar Winds
Tim Glazer - Space Songs
Guardian Alien
Iancu Dumitrescu
Sun Ra
I gave all of them a little listen but I'm not going to tell you what they're like. It's for the best that you're experiencing them the way I did: with nothing to expect but the fact they're supposed to evoke outer space and B science fiction movies in some way. Also, I really hope there were no Polish people allowed in the Hyperion Ensemble.
I should have wrote down more of them, but oh well. There were soundtracks to movies like Close Encounters of the Third Kind and Forbidden Planet, which you've probably heard of, and Jupiter Menace, which I've never heard of and is apparently totally batshit insane apocalyptic junk science. I was actually hoping for a movie like Event Horizon.
If there was an LP of Holst's The Planets in there, I didn't see it.
All of the back notes on Hearing Solar Winds were French aside from the tracklist and something about mailing the record company for more information.
I'm really sorry if I forget some important details; I haven't been feeling good and I'm blaming a combination of anxiety, lovesickness, and the temperature gradient between indoors and outdoors completely fucking with me.
This thing is floating above the Greenway just across from the bridge that leads to the Seaport, which has changed a lot since I first visited the ICA back in 2010 or so.
It's even more ethereal and awe-inspiring in real life.
I know I'm quoting somebody, probably a random person on Tumblr, but I don't know what. Whatever, that totally happened to me at around 6:30 AM Thursday morning.
Burning Question: do you ever just know you had a nightmare from the sudden chills and heavy heart as your body remembers the dream you can’t recall?
