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| » 19/07/2004 |
¶ it is the second plan as could be said. it is not stick to the first plan, but rather letting yourself go. so here after work__ i go with the sun and picnics.
otherwise lately preatty introverted. there are funny combinations of old with new. the strange mixtures of old and new are also at the job, which is becoming extremly responsible. its kind of scary sometimes also because we are all aware that i am swinging on the mountains i dont really know how to climb not even how high they are.
yesterday i had an interesting discussion, and yess again...about serious crisis of contemporary art. this topic appears here and there, but the fatalistic distopism in the sense of the final end is present since i got involved in it. this time the discussion was more about the content, it could be even described as hoos got something to say. for me the value of information doesnt depend on its quantity, its analogy to theory, its not the meaning neither...it values according to its consitency..which i romanticaly call the truth_ness.
there is also international gossip i am involved in. its a real gossip, negative and having nothing to do with truth_ness. my explanation is needed although a chance for it was not given. it was real infringment of privacy. huh so much about free flow of information and misuse of it. to be continued..to be published..
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otherwise lately preatty introverted. there are funny combinations of old with new. the strange mixtures of old and new are also at the job, which is becoming extremly responsible. its kind of scary sometimes also because we are all aware that i am swinging on the mountains i dont really know how to climb not even how high they are.
yesterday i had an interesting discussion, and yess again...about serious crisis of contemporary art. this topic appears here and there, but the fatalistic distopism in the sense of the final end is present since i got involved in it. this time the discussion was more about the content, it could be even described as hoos got something to say. for me the value of information doesnt depend on its quantity, its analogy to theory, its not the meaning neither...it values according to its consitency..which i romanticaly call the truth_ness.
there is also international gossip i am involved in. its a real gossip, negative and having nothing to do with truth_ness. my explanation is needed although a chance for it was not given. it was real infringment of privacy. huh so much about free flow of information and misuse of it. to be continued..to be published..
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| » 26/07/2004 |
¶ on a headmap i find
_there are notes in boxes that are empty
_every room has an accessible history
_every place has emotional attachments you can open and save
_you can search for sadness everywhere
_people within a mile of each other who have never met stop what they are doing and organise spontaneously to help with some task or other.
_in a strange town you knock on the door of someone you don't know and they give you sandwiches.
_paths compete to offer themselves to you
_life flows into inanimate objects
_the trees hum advertising jingles
_everything in the world, animate and inanimate, abstract and concrete, has thoughts attached
the plan for a working summer is half organised since it is already preplanned. from barcelona to amsterdam. online. stereo travelling.
and along whole way one have 'to play at being a critic. deconstruct the game in order to play with it. instead of accepting the rules, challenge and modify them. without the freedom to critique and reconstruct, there is no truly free game: we are addicts and nothing more', as said by virilio.
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_there are notes in boxes that are empty
_every room has an accessible history
_every place has emotional attachments you can open and save
_you can search for sadness everywhere
_people within a mile of each other who have never met stop what they are doing and organise spontaneously to help with some task or other.
_in a strange town you knock on the door of someone you don't know and they give you sandwiches.
_paths compete to offer themselves to you
_life flows into inanimate objects
_the trees hum advertising jingles
_everything in the world, animate and inanimate, abstract and concrete, has thoughts attached
the plan for a working summer is half organised since it is already preplanned. from barcelona to amsterdam. online. stereo travelling.
and along whole way one have 'to play at being a critic. deconstruct the game in order to play with it. instead of accepting the rules, challenge and modify them. without the freedom to critique and reconstruct, there is no truly free game: we are addicts and nothing more', as said by virilio.
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