Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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Friday, December 19, 2008
Derivating is, in addition to a math term, a theater technique. In one application of the technique, you navigate a city using a map of a different city.
When breath enters your nostril you hear a child’s shout on the playground. Passing through the nasal passage, it’s the screech of a crane turning slowly. In the throat it plays your tonsils like a balalaika or a harp. At the top of the lungs, it’s the whistling wind in the sails of a boat, the creak of rope, the splash of sea. In the diaphragm it’s the moans of lovers. At the tips of the branches of the respiratory tree, it’s a softly falling pine cone. Pop.
Every inbreath brings the world in, every outbreath plays it as music, until everything is singing, every thing a sound. This is the safe room. This is true.
Mischa Kuball: Lightshadowcomplex
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Due to its location in a steep-sided valley, the Italian town of Viganella gets no direct sunlight for seven weeks each winter. In 2006 a €100,000 computer-controlled mirror, 8×5 m, was installed to reflect sunlight into the town's piazza.
They could have also just parked a taco truck on the mountainside at the right angle. The town mayor would have had a walkie talkie instead of a computer to direct the movements of the reflector. Sometimes it would go dark if the mayor got a hankering for tacos and asked the taco truck driver to head to downtown Viganella instead of reflecting sunlight. But people would probably be OK with it if the tacos were really good and cheap.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
1. Don’t think about rock piles for at least a week.
2. Approach the rocks in a way that makes them want to participate in your pile.
3. Start from the top down. Talk to the biggest rock first.
4. Think of elephants balancing on circus stools. But don’t tell the rocks. Just visualize.
5. Lead by example. Do a headstand to show the rocks what you mean.
6. Put the least cooperative rocks on the bottom, that way the weight of the others will hold them down.
7. Imagine that your head is a hot air balloon, and your body is suspended from it.
8. Then suspend the rocks from the topmost one in a similar fashion.
9. Mold the air into a supportive cushion around the pile.
10. When you bow, bow to the rocks, not the people watching.
This rock pile and others like it were made by a man in a red shirt in Berkeley Marina.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
One time I was sitting in the seafood bar at Copenhagen Airport. It’s a very nice seafood bar. A woman with long blond hair and a tight, metallic-printed T-shirt insisted on ordering at the display case, instead of sitting down and waiting for a server. She then took the seat next to me. She had first spoken Danish, but when she heard me talking English to my server, she switched to English also. She sang to herself in English, too, and seemed to be having a conversation with no-one in particular. She got her sampler plate, and wasn’t happy that there was no crabmeat on it. She ordered crabmeat, and another glass of Chablis, all in English. Then, after a few bites of her food, she abruptly decided to leave. She attempted to pay with coins, but didn’t have nearly enough. She gave the server her debit card, and after looking at it, the server started somewhat dismissively addressing her in Danish. After she was gone, the server looked at me apologetically and said, ”She’s from the Faroe Islands”, as if that explained everything.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Little did I know when I was writing about notebooks falling from the sky, that I would soon run across just that: a notebook falling from the sky. Specifically, from a blimp. I had suspected the blimp of being part of the thickening spy mystery here in West Oakland, but I may have been wrong.
The notebook contains only one word: ”Dorpedo”.
If I only understood it, I am sure this would explain almost everything.
This map shows where the notebook fell.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
After the disappearance of Garnier Fructis the 3rd, the Garnier Fructis art gang tried to put together one last giant installation. This is as far as they got: some spots on a traffic sign. The small figure at the top of the post depicts Garnier Fructis the 3rd in his airborne, spiritual form.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Granted it was dark when Garnier disappeared, but he seemed to vanish into the thin air. One minute he stepped out of the building, and when his friend Garnier Fructis the 2nd turned to look back from half a block away where he was unlocking their van, Garnier the 3rd was just gone.
The gang tried to continue their art attacks after this incident, but in the end they just couldn’t, and broke up.
Monday, December 8, 2008
In these pictures you can see the Myrtle Street Review distribution box, the warning sign about the security camera, and the camera itself. The Myrtle Street Review takes no part in security surveillance. The pictures we post here are strictly for the observation of mystical and poetic phenomena.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
"The government has hired defense subcontractor Lockheed Martin to design and develop an enormous blimp that will be used to spy on Americans, according to the Athens News. Government agencies such as the NSA are anticipating that as early as 2009 the blimp will be operational and begin supporting new ways of monitoring everything that happens in the country." (From here.)
Friday, December 5, 2008
The suspicious T-shirt is gone. I will be monitoring the situation closely, and giving further bulletins as events warrant. As Allison said in the comments, we can't give in now, America. These are trying times.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
My lawyer showed me his typewriter collection. Then he showed me his pen collection. The pens were all from companies that he had handled the bankruptcies of. "Many of these remind me of people's funerals where I had to give a speech," he said.