everything that rises must converge
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yamamanamaBurning Question: what's the worst designed website you use frequently? For me, it's tied between Facebook and IMDB. Or at least, it was tied between Facebook and IMDB when I posed this question and I don't know what Facebook did but it's even worse now. I know The Matt Walsh Blog is worse but I don't read that. I'd take dated and somewhat ugly over cutting-edge and nonfunctional any day.
Ashley, train the with messing stop.
No, worry not, the whole post isn't going to be written like that.
I overheard a conversation of someone of the sign of the Corrupt who thought she should have been the sign of the Impure. Meanwhile, someone of indeterminate genethliac sign coughed into someone else of indeterminate genethliac sign's hair and she felt her hair move.
The best zodiacal constellation is Sagittarius. The best sign is Zeromus. My tentative ranking of the zodiac signs is: zeromus, mateus, ultima, chaos, hashmal, cuchulainn, belias, exodus, zalera, shemhazai, famfrit, adrammelech.
I ate papaya salad from Siam Bistro.
Two prawns is hardly a galaxy, unless you were born under the sign of the Corrupt or the Judge-Sal.
Trace by Nancy Graves is a windblown tree constrasting amorphous shapes and geometric patterns.
Sarah Sze, hidden relief. Sze uses everyday objects to create intricate sculptures. I don't know if it vibrates or if it's just because they were doing work in a nearby room.
I'm Yours - Henry Taylor
(I am sorry.)
Annette Messager - Histoire de Robes - A reliquary with photographs of bound wrists set against silk the color of a fresh bruise.
AKA Fuschia Ending - misspellings of fuchsia and a rhyme generator, so you get things like Fuschia Ebola and Fuschia Larva.
Depose II - Keith Sonnier - made from neon lights, metal, and inflated nylon sailcloth. The title references deposition, oral testimony that involves deeply personal questions.
Untitled - the fabric from a beach umbrella removed and pinned against the wall. A long long time ago, one of the students in Sculptural Communication (no, Claire wasn't even in that class. Her name was Diane and I remember absolutely nothing about her.) made a sculpture from umbrella innards. Our assignment was to deconstruct and reconstruct an object. Sully made a jellyfish, or maybe it was a squid or a nudibranchy, from the videocassette for something about NBA Jam for N64, but worry not because the videos are floating around Youtube, and he held it to the fan and let it blow in everyone's face. He called it No Escape. Casey Desmond made a little man out of an old watch, with the face as the head with a battery monocle and the body was the rest of the watch with all the gearwork visible and it was lined with crystals to make it extra-impressive. Maria made a palantir out of a coke bottle. Jessica took a tennis racket, took most of the strings off, and had the remaining ones hold a severed part of it. Lauren and I took apart old electronic devices, mine the circuit boards from a speaker, a modem, and a CD player, and I used the residues from the glue gun to make spiderwebs, hers an AM radio. Tewels reconstructed a tape player and Casey called it the Rollercoaster of Death. Rob took apart a radio and made a gravestone of the future. Faith turned a robot action figure into a robot dog. Fuck if I can remember the rest of them. Actually more like whatever they made, I didn't write about. One thing that sticks out vividly is a pair of boots: one encased in this gauzy mummy wrap stuff and one of which looks like Scary Terry went to town on it. But those were different assignments and it turns out Lauren made them. Say, I wonder if Claire knows what's going on with Rick and Morty. I guess that would depend on when she's coming from. It's just too bad I didn't get to know her that well, because I didn't know that elephant motifs would be a major trend thirteen years after we met.
I wanted to take the radio sculpture for use in a film Ethan wanted to make about a drunken hippie who went into the desert (there's an abandoned industrial park near their house. It was torn down so obviously they hid Area 51 with an alien cloaking device) to find Area 51 to save it from the Afghaniese (sic).
They then went to look for cheese and they can't get grated cheese because it looks too much like anthrax and imported cheese is too expensive.
So it goes.
the intermediate inceptive sphere - is made from straw and headdresses worn in Korean weddings and bells worn by cows in India, atop is a crown of artificial plants.
Crimes against Iraqi POWs against a deep red.
Ree Morton - Regional Piece
Sadie Benning - Crowd
while it looks homogenous, the pieces have green and pink on the edges. It looks soft but it's wood coated with casein, a milk protein. You can't really see that in the photograph, though.
(I'm not sure what I did wrong here)
deflated statues tesselation. What she did was make a mold of her subjects and made a hyperrealistic texture in photoshop.
rubbings of her father's belongings and videos of mice in plaster-mummified mazes.
Human alphabet.
Shake Rattle And Roll is sixteen television screens each playing a video of varying durations with a white-gloved Christian Marclay, the clock guy, making percussive sounds on various objects. I think someone else was taking notes on her phone too.
It's not actually infinite because there is a least common multiple to all sets of natural numbers. It depends on how long the videos are and how many factors their lengths have in common. I would guess that it would go about a trillion years before it repeats. It's funny because I once wrote about something just like this, except with a different setup: the musical stairs and Archimedian Excogition at the Museum of Science.
the earth is a magnet is two rooms, one with an artist's collection of ephemera and street photography and scientific images and one with artworks by her peers.
A woman there had lavender hair much like Primrose did.
Sara VanDerBeek creates assemblages that exist to be photographed.
Living Is Not Good Enough
la traversée difficile has found objects: a sand dollar, golden peanut shells, a bust, a photograph.
Rachel Harrison's Voyage of the Beagle is 57 prints, most depicting dolls or statues with the occasional stone or actual person in there, and even a cat. Someone really loved the mannequin wearing a necktie with a 40% off sign covering its crotch. You can find inspiration anywhere, she says.
The high was 68°F and I climbed over a snowbank to find only a dead marker.
The media room had the notes with the same questions and someone in there collects lint from his navel because why not. The one I picked was about an invaluable item in my collection and I said it was the collaborative drawing I did with Emma. What do I collect? Fortunes from cookies. Coins. Random trinkets and baubles to be used in art. Broken jewelry. Other people collect fruit stickers, Isis, the hearts of my enemies, dogs' eyeballs, beach sand, broken jewelry, magnets, memories, rocks and gems, their son's toys, the heads of the ruling class ☭. Someone drew Trogdor and someone else called him a bacon dragon.
The running woman had a tattoo that said feminist killjoy and she had hair of cotton candy swirly pink and blue.
The silver line wasn't much better.
My legs felt like they were made of gelatin when I got to South Station.
Caitlin really likes vanilla coke.
I told Kendra that I felt like I was trying to draw with one of those big vibrating pens.
A guy was wearing a t-shirt with four lilies and a hand and a band name that to me sounded Bradbury-esque and very familiar that I can't remember. Google is no help.
The train we got on was exceptionally wobbly and exceptionally loud so I'm not sure if one of the guys is Kevin or Evan. I wrote Kevin, just so you know.
She has a pendant with abstract Celtic curvy designs because she's part Irish and part Italian, Shannon is part Irish, and Caitlin is part Irish and also a tiny part Cherokee. Caitlin pointed at her skin but it makes sense that they're all Irish because of their names and because we're in Massachusetts. Okay, Evan is Welsh and Kendra is of uncertain but most likely Celtic origins. Tim isn't an Irish name, it's a Greek name, but he could be Irish, I mean, my name is Greek but I'm part Irish.
I don't like Kendra's legs. That sounds weird out of its context.
The train stopped and then went in reverse back to the station while I was trying to draw Kendra, so we had to get off and get on the other train.
Ascension Day weather a few days before Shrovetide.
23 days until the vernal equinox
Ashley, train the with messing stop.
No, worry not, the whole post isn't going to be written like that.
I overheard a conversation of someone of the sign of the Corrupt who thought she should have been the sign of the Impure. Meanwhile, someone of indeterminate genethliac sign coughed into someone else of indeterminate genethliac sign's hair and she felt her hair move.
The best zodiacal constellation is Sagittarius. The best sign is Zeromus. My tentative ranking of the zodiac signs is: zeromus, mateus, ultima, chaos, hashmal, cuchulainn, belias, exodus, zalera, shemhazai, famfrit, adrammelech.
I ate papaya salad from Siam Bistro.
Two prawns is hardly a galaxy, unless you were born under the sign of the Corrupt or the Judge-Sal.
Trace by Nancy Graves is a windblown tree constrasting amorphous shapes and geometric patterns.
Sarah Sze, hidden relief. Sze uses everyday objects to create intricate sculptures. I don't know if it vibrates or if it's just because they were doing work in a nearby room.
I'm Yours - Henry Taylor
(I am sorry.)
Annette Messager - Histoire de Robes - A reliquary with photographs of bound wrists set against silk the color of a fresh bruise.
AKA Fuschia Ending - misspellings of fuchsia and a rhyme generator, so you get things like Fuschia Ebola and Fuschia Larva.
Depose II - Keith Sonnier - made from neon lights, metal, and inflated nylon sailcloth. The title references deposition, oral testimony that involves deeply personal questions.
Untitled - the fabric from a beach umbrella removed and pinned against the wall. A long long time ago, one of the students in Sculptural Communication (no, Claire wasn't even in that class. Her name was Diane and I remember absolutely nothing about her.) made a sculpture from umbrella innards. Our assignment was to deconstruct and reconstruct an object. Sully made a jellyfish, or maybe it was a squid or a nudibranchy, from the videocassette for something about NBA Jam for N64, but worry not because the videos are floating around Youtube, and he held it to the fan and let it blow in everyone's face. He called it No Escape. Casey Desmond made a little man out of an old watch, with the face as the head with a battery monocle and the body was the rest of the watch with all the gearwork visible and it was lined with crystals to make it extra-impressive. Maria made a palantir out of a coke bottle. Jessica took a tennis racket, took most of the strings off, and had the remaining ones hold a severed part of it. Lauren and I took apart old electronic devices, mine the circuit boards from a speaker, a modem, and a CD player, and I used the residues from the glue gun to make spiderwebs, hers an AM radio. Tewels reconstructed a tape player and Casey called it the Rollercoaster of Death. Rob took apart a radio and made a gravestone of the future. Faith turned a robot action figure into a robot dog. Fuck if I can remember the rest of them. Actually more like whatever they made, I didn't write about. One thing that sticks out vividly is a pair of boots: one encased in this gauzy mummy wrap stuff and one of which looks like Scary Terry went to town on it. But those were different assignments and it turns out Lauren made them. Say, I wonder if Claire knows what's going on with Rick and Morty. I guess that would depend on when she's coming from. It's just too bad I didn't get to know her that well, because I didn't know that elephant motifs would be a major trend thirteen years after we met.
I wanted to take the radio sculpture for use in a film Ethan wanted to make about a drunken hippie who went into the desert (there's an abandoned industrial park near their house. It was torn down so obviously they hid Area 51 with an alien cloaking device) to find Area 51 to save it from the Afghaniese (sic).
They then went to look for cheese and they can't get grated cheese because it looks too much like anthrax and imported cheese is too expensive.
So it goes.
the intermediate inceptive sphere - is made from straw and headdresses worn in Korean weddings and bells worn by cows in India, atop is a crown of artificial plants.
Crimes against Iraqi POWs against a deep red.
Ree Morton - Regional Piece
Sadie Benning - Crowd
while it looks homogenous, the pieces have green and pink on the edges. It looks soft but it's wood coated with casein, a milk protein. You can't really see that in the photograph, though.
(I'm not sure what I did wrong here)
deflated statues tesselation. What she did was make a mold of her subjects and made a hyperrealistic texture in photoshop.
rubbings of her father's belongings and videos of mice in plaster-mummified mazes.
Human alphabet.
Shake Rattle And Roll is sixteen television screens each playing a video of varying durations with a white-gloved Christian Marclay, the clock guy, making percussive sounds on various objects. I think someone else was taking notes on her phone too.
It's not actually infinite because there is a least common multiple to all sets of natural numbers. It depends on how long the videos are and how many factors their lengths have in common. I would guess that it would go about a trillion years before it repeats. It's funny because I once wrote about something just like this, except with a different setup: the musical stairs and Archimedian Excogition at the Museum of Science.
the earth is a magnet is two rooms, one with an artist's collection of ephemera and street photography and scientific images and one with artworks by her peers.
A woman there had lavender hair much like Primrose did.
Sara VanDerBeek creates assemblages that exist to be photographed.
Living Is Not Good Enough
la traversée difficile has found objects: a sand dollar, golden peanut shells, a bust, a photograph.
Rachel Harrison's Voyage of the Beagle is 57 prints, most depicting dolls or statues with the occasional stone or actual person in there, and even a cat. Someone really loved the mannequin wearing a necktie with a 40% off sign covering its crotch. You can find inspiration anywhere, she says.
The high was 68°F and I climbed over a snowbank to find only a dead marker.
The media room had the notes with the same questions and someone in there collects lint from his navel because why not. The one I picked was about an invaluable item in my collection and I said it was the collaborative drawing I did with Emma. What do I collect? Fortunes from cookies. Coins. Random trinkets and baubles to be used in art. Broken jewelry. Other people collect fruit stickers, Isis, the hearts of my enemies, dogs' eyeballs, beach sand, broken jewelry, magnets, memories, rocks and gems, their son's toys, the heads of the ruling class ☭. Someone drew Trogdor and someone else called him a bacon dragon.
The running woman had a tattoo that said feminist killjoy and she had hair of cotton candy swirly pink and blue.
The silver line wasn't much better.
My legs felt like they were made of gelatin when I got to South Station.
Caitlin really likes vanilla coke.
I told Kendra that I felt like I was trying to draw with one of those big vibrating pens.
A guy was wearing a t-shirt with four lilies and a hand and a band name that to me sounded Bradbury-esque and very familiar that I can't remember. Google is no help.
The train we got on was exceptionally wobbly and exceptionally loud so I'm not sure if one of the guys is Kevin or Evan. I wrote Kevin, just so you know.
She has a pendant with abstract Celtic curvy designs because she's part Irish and part Italian, Shannon is part Irish, and Caitlin is part Irish and also a tiny part Cherokee. Caitlin pointed at her skin but it makes sense that they're all Irish because of their names and because we're in Massachusetts. Okay, Evan is Welsh and Kendra is of uncertain but most likely Celtic origins. Tim isn't an Irish name, it's a Greek name, but he could be Irish, I mean, my name is Greek but I'm part Irish.
I don't like Kendra's legs. That sounds weird out of its context.
The train stopped and then went in reverse back to the station while I was trying to draw Kendra, so we had to get off and get on the other train.
Ascension Day weather a few days before Shrovetide.
23 days until the vernal equinox
