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dance.

convert your headphone walk to the joyous pace.

transform an auto commute to a cinematic symphony.

turn out a house party.

run on a treadmill like a hyper rodent.

gani bangs it.

and its all about quality over quantity.


more than restoring faith it guides.

coffee.

chuckles.

chirps.

humidity.

plotting a map on wireless waves for a microphone with a cord.

broadcast safe.

the popping in distance. firework pops. history's echo from the forgotten past. really another reason to party. drumbeat heartbeat warbeat. summertime.






i am practicing due diligence and examining capitalism.

An affiliate of hogpath over at good for party wrote about this night on may 26, 2007. Also check out mahoganimusic.com.



remember to skate for joy.

Alan Ginsberg used to say the most important piece of furniture for a beat was the kitchen table. It’s both practical and versatile. Used for eating and drinking, it can be cleared off for writing, and more importantly it can be a gathering place to cypher amongst fellow writers.



Not to be forgotten is lighting. Both god and the devil control the light and so can you. Control of light is what makes the artist great- photography, video, painting, sculpture, graphic design, whatever. The lighting in our work or home spaces set the tone for our mood and our interactions with others. This past week I found the light.






Niche Modern. I was at the International Contemporary Furniture Fair at the Javits in NYC. This is no typical trade show with people hustling wares to the corporate buyer. It’s a high-end fashion scene, but I think the nature of the craft- building furniture, brings a certain earthiness and realness. It’s full of good global people exchanging ideas and inspirations through practical (some of it) art. Truth be told it is worth buying a ticket to the Apple specifically to go.



Anyways, Niche Modern’s lights immediately resonated within my consciousness. They are pure, retro, simple, elegant, space age. I had feelings of August nights in the country with lightening bugs, barns, and the radiating glow of a bug zapper. I can’t wait to see it over a kitchen table.



Some other notes from the show-cycloc- another pure form that serves as both a bike rack and even a way to lock it up. A nice bicycle is a piece of art unto itself and these mounted wall pieces display the bike in its elegance.




Designboom was also there sponsoring a design bazaar where artists were selling small products for cash. In a scene that easily could be construed to be snooty and exclusive, deignboom held it down and kept it real. I think we’ll be seeing more of this kind of thing. Bazaars, bartering, hand crafted goods vs credit cards and corporate goods. The ICFF and designboom are on our side. Good websites too with stimulating links. Check em and start planniong your New York trip for next year.

One corporate day I googled "Boards of Canada podcasts". I found Take Pills Die.......

I was educated and schooled in what web 2.0 is and can become. take pills die. Andrew Cauthen is one prolific mf. He makes ambient tracks. Use it for what you will. I've been listening for about six months and it would be unfair to compare him to other ethereal and experimental artists out there. He deserves his own category. Notice his use of myspace, creative commons, feedburner, etc. Notice his use of tools available to transform our world.



On a side note check out his one video Turn Up the Suck. There is something quite poignant and captivating about this low-fi low-tech vid. The skater aspect is the tip of the Hemingway iceberg. More than any music video I've ever seen it has an ambient and romantic interpretation of what America is, or rather the core that is being forgotten and hidden. Cauthen's work restores my faith.

Drive and stare.

i'm still here. hustling behind the screens. i'm posting the lighter fare over at GFP.

not really slacking these days.... spending a lot of time in library.

this is the third of three podcasts. the final one. i admire adriel for saying what he feels and explaining the situation in frank, honest and realistic terms. he tells it like it is. this is the most compelling video posted thus far. after watching, remember to dance for joy.


finding a reason is the hogpath message.








looking for digital feedback.


adriel's organization is the fresh corporation.

test of steel and transformation.

hogpath is viral. its about time for another transmission.

So its been over 3 months with this whole blogging thing. i've been places and each place i go i get sidetracked and keep coming back.


must focus.



when researching the vlogosphere i stumbled across this ex-patriot chap teaching in japan. its first rate. so transfixing to download the videos and feel the aura across the planet. there is a wealth of information here.

this is the second of three podcasts.






this video uses a new and improved compression setting. more correspondance and reconnaisance to come. this should download and stream a lot quicker

looking for digital feedback.


adriel's organization is the fresh corporation.

this is the first of three podcasts.






if you have been to detroit

and shaken to its music

you have heard of adriel.



adriel's organization is the fresh corporation.

Beat down.

But rising.

Learn to write poetrycode around the HTML.

Break



A poignant romantic notion of being a Kafka clerk, the real Kafka, the one that was a clerk and ran home to write.

Grunting and slaving in designs and computers and code and filesharing.

How often are white Ipod headphones mentioned in modern poems?

Like mine today at the end of the day

focused on the picture coming out of 23 inches of LCDs


I heard this song



I stared. I stopped. I remembered. I was not working. I was. I drove home quickly to communicate it.





bear with me folks. watch me. i ain't going anywhere.
a10

SUBMITTED BY WILLIAM WEY


There is a word that is constantly used when describing Banksy or his art.
Subversive:


In a downtown Los Angeles warehouse, an exhibition is taking place. There is a cozy living room installation with deep pink and gold colored wallpaper covering the wall. A woman is seated on the couch against the wall, she seems oblivious to “the elephant in the room”, and literally there is an elephant in the room. Standing a few feet from the seated woman, in the middle of the living room installation is a 10ft tall, 2 ton Indian elephant. The elephant has been painted the same color as the wallpaper, and she is busying herself with a pile of hay that she occasionally snacks from. The attendees of this free show react with a mix of marvel, curiosity and a few sad sighs for the elephant’s benefit. The Barely Legal exhibition (this is the shows title) is the brazen idea of the art upstart Banksy.




Banksy, has gained popularity over the last decade for his work. Born in Bristol, a city in southwest England, Banksy started as a free hand graffiti artist, tagging and bombing his city streets. As graffiti is illegal in Bristol, Banksy sought the advantage of stenciled art, giving otherwise unknown detail and features to his works, while remaining amazingly elusive to the authorities.


Describing Banksy as elusive is misleading. His real identity is not known
to the public. Not one to give press interviews, Banksy, whose headline
grabbing works have caused international wonderment, seemingly defies
popular thought by eschewing any personal attention that is not directed
completely at his art. In his few dealings with the media, Banksy has
requested that his physical image and voice be distorted, inadvertently (or
maybe purposefully) fueling public curiosity. Banksy is not without
facetiousness in his insistence on anonymity, in a self portrait he sent to
a magazine, a man, presumably Banksy, wearing a black sweater holds up a
rectangular white poster board that covers his upper chest and entire face.
Printed on the poster board is a picture of a man donning a similar black
sweater and a backwards turned hat, the face in the picture is pixilated!
The only clues Banksy leaves of his person are his works, and by the time
admirers, detractors or unwitting passers by become hip to the presence of a
“Banksy” on their walls, or on their streets, the self described “art
terrorist” is already carefully finishing his next statement.


“Banksy” is a tag line on the paint peeled walls of urban streets from
Bristol to Paris to Berlin. His moniker as well as his famous rats, which
play a starring role in many of his most striking graffiti, have become
inextricably linked to ideas of counter culture and culture jamming. Drawing
liberally from philosophies such as anarchism, his works seem to question
western social ideals of property ownership and capitalism while at the same
time juxtaposing their rejection to the realities of modern life. Humorously
making his point on profiteering, Banksy has a print that depicts an
assortment of alternative looking characters lined up behind a stall to
purchase thirty dollar t-shirts that read “destroy capitalism”.


The fodder for Banksy’s notoriety has quickly evolved from furor over the
content of his work to the audacity of his “stunts”. This is saying a lot
considering that some of his works might have been treasonable offenses had
they the unfortunate circumstance of being birthed a couple of centuries
ago. A now infamous painting depicting Queen Victoria as a lesbian seated
upon the face of another woman, while she imperiously holds out her scepter
over her supine subject was purchased by the pop singer Christina Aguilera.
Works such as these, as well as his stencil of two policemen locked in an
embrace while sharing a passionate kiss, had Banksy penciled as a curiosity,
but with the addition of high profile stunts to his creative repertoire, he
has gained heavy media and critical attention.


In the summer of 2005 Banksy made, arguably, one of his most political statements to date. He scaled parts of the 425 mile long wall of the Israeli West Bank barrier, and painted nine images that referenced freedom and liberation. He did this under surveillance by the Israeli Defense Forces who at some point during this incredulous exercise fired shots in the air and also had their guns pointed at Banksy. Along with such daring enterprises, Banksy has also pulled off several other capers that lend credence to his claim as an art terrorist. In 2005, Banksy held the distinction of being the only person to have his works shown in four internationally renowned museums, the only caveat here was he achieved this without the consent of the museums’ staffers. Banksy, heavily disguised in a trench coat and hat,took his own works and installed them at the Brooklyn Museum, American Museum of Natural History, Museum of Modern Art and The Metropolitan Museum of Art all in the same day!




The Young British Artists (YBAs) were a group of artists that gained
popularity during the 90’s British art scene. Pioneering the resurgence of
conceptual art, these artists produced works that were high in shock value with the use of abandoned or mundane materials. Notable YBAs like Tracy Emin, whose works included an installation of her slept- in bed, complete with menses stained sheets and knickers, and condom wrappers, were regarded as “pretentious” by critics, who argued that these works held no value to anyone but the artist. The nature of the works along with the fact that the YBAs were patronized by legendary advertising mogul, Charles Saatchi, caused a small but spirited resistance within the British art community. This resistance came in the form of a group that called themselves Stuckists. The Stuckists were artists who banded together to provide a divergent artistic philosophy militantly opposed to conceptual art as represented by the YBAs. They emphasized conventional art, stating in their manifesto that, “Artists who don't paint aren't artists".


Some see Banksy as a bastard child of both movements. He uses elements of
conceptual art, such as installation, to shock and incite controversy while also to promoting or highlighting social issues such as poverty and consumerism. Also, in the "remodernist" vein- a concept coined by the Stuckists, that advocates the spirituality and responsibility of art-, Banksy's works are heavy on metaphor and symbolism as he seeks to disseminate his own truth.
As with all art, interpretation is a personal affair, and sometimes, the artists orginal message is lost somewhere between the space of viewing a work and judging its value. When this happens, critics only see a scared elephant, painted and housed in a small warehouse for the pleasure of a few. They do not see the metaphor motivating the art.The flier passed out during that show read "there is an elephant in the room. there is a problem (poverty) we never talk about". Well... everyone is talking about the elephant now.

After this last world cup I got sucked in. Futbol. After it was over I maintined my jones through Fox Soccer Channel. And, in Fox fashion, they took my free subscription away. I signed up. An addict.

It is a whole world I know little about. Last week an Italian police officer was killed as a result of "Ultras" rioting. info Ultras are more than fanatic fans, it almost seems like they're on the verge of a gang affiliated with the league and its teams. I post this to mention I saw a surreal thing this Sunday morning. A futbol game. The beautiful game. The players were into it as they always were. This time you could hear the echo of the ball hitting the cleats and the echo of their voices calling out to one another. There was no crowd, there was no cheers. There were empty seats.
I wonder how it changes the flow and the feel of the game for the players. The money being lost.

The surreal effect of a deadly cause. and the echo. echo.

Taken from the PBS website....
"The future of the Internet is up for grabs. Last year, the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) effectively eliminated net neutrality rules, which ensured that every content creator on the Internet-from big-time media concerns to backroom bloggers-had equal opportunity to make their voice heard. Now, large and powerful corporations are lobbying Washington to turn the World Wide Web into what critics call a "toll road," threatening the equitability that has come to define global democracy's newest forum. Yet the public knows little about what's happening behind closed doors on Capitol Hill."



It's interesting to note a lot of this debate is centerd around 19th century road and railroad legislation, a legal term called common carriage. Literally, everyone has the same tolls to deal with for their carriage. This is really serious stuff being slipped through. Be vigilant. EDUCATE USELF

I will be posting all my links through del.cio.us

I finally understand what Web 2.0 is all about.

hogpath links

place names imply maps and this case its 75

numbers colored lines shields fonts arrows

scales of distance inch to make conversions



a spot of the eye or thumb to the map

places this vehicle in a shroud of snow falling at 45 degree angles

as i cut forward through it sliding, air diving at 90 degrees

the snow simulating a labroratory wind tunnel effect



the cathedral of street lamps are processed yellow orb conveyors

the ear drums lubricate protection while the speakers release bass from across the oceans

and electronic reverb from the carrribean



the methods of migration and transportation have these new subtleties

but always a map





CYPHER-MUSIC
has some great mixes. a treasure. my ear drums and thighs are soar today.



ALSO......my spelling stinks. if anyone sees something please feel free to call me out..

akin. the warrior is back.
this is a sleeping lion.
stay tuned here and elsewhere.

ah yes i found it. driving is going to get better. and don't forget the pong screensaver.

funky intellectuals who hold it down.

old school postmoderns digging and revealing soul technologies

its all here folks.

school is in session.


download and drive down jefferson avenue to the clique from belle isle on saturday morning.

slick. another method to share sell listen.




Ghostly International

My buddy Roberto at publicom sent me this. Deal with the annoying Microsoft snake commercial and watch whats ahead. Sculpture will be reborn. I sense many operating systems in the very near future will be touch screen based- look at the iphone which runs on OS X.



Intuition is Power.

I was at a shishy fundraiser months ago with lots of ad types, especially web ad types. All were fronting on myspace. They continue to do so.

Meanwhile connections are made that start virtual and quickly manifest in reality. Snoozing and losing.

copying and pasting links

along with code embedded around poetry

break

to share the womb of take pills die

driving, working in an office

providing motion and action




cheers to andrew cauthen for leading by proliferation

Without question the icon is cheesy, even the name. Second Life. It conjures the aesthetic of late 90s sci-fi satirical spoofs a la “Brazil” where manipulation is overt. A new age religion. A video game. A virtual life. Buying virtual clothes with virtual money with a real life currency exchange. Why would I even go there? Why is it so popular? Is it the beginning of the end or the beginning of the beginning? Is this the matrix?


So I made that jump, rather dissension, into the continents and islands of Second Life. Transcendental music was playing, we were instantly naked, then instantly clothed and with forward and side-to-side arrow keys we could move. By typing we could talk. I could see other people, or simulations of people, and with a forward slash and the word “bow” I could bow. I learned to fly. I was a god. A few buttons and I could teleport. Star Trek. Virtual memory is sweet. I record notes of people and places I see and record it in “inventory”, the virtual brain.


My brain and heart on planet earth latitudes and longitudes were stimulated from the digital grid. I lie awake at night. Insomnia. I threw on the old staples of Detroit Techno in car rides. I refocused on breathing to counteract the insomnia. I thought of the virtual money to be made to transfer in the currency exchange.


I experience a hyper world akin to the internet of the early 90s. Geeks abound in what seems to be the ultimate chat room. But something else is there. I sense its coming. I did meet an alchemist.


Nothing replaces reality and breath.


If you happen to take the plunge, my name is “a10 Ra”. I may or may not be there. Some links of interest in my analysis-


Milarepa Land Trust



Mandala Web

Photo Courtesy of Robert Wright - IMPLOSITION - click on image for flickr site.




the earth breathes with the seasons

facing in with summer
facing out with winter *


the whole shebang constricts and expands from micro to macro which is breathing in itself.


all of this flows with
corresponds with
positive negative male female

all contained within itself


our organized systems of education, politics, and religion are part of this paradigm but fails to teach proper breath awareness to the youth.




it is never to late to learn to breathe.



majestically it easily manifests in a male female connection. it happens on the street with eyes and can go further behind a closed door. breathing is vital in this endeavor.



it falls with the weight of a waterfall over the bedrock of your spine into the resevoir of your belly leaking into the source. breathe, focus, practice not wasting it through release. spring the stones on the trampoline up your bedrock spine as fire exhales the whole shebang in your head.



* statement inspired by film "An Inconvenient Truth"




bluetruth.org

click here for PODCAST 2

plug in properly


the current can be correct


make mathematic decisions