May 30, 2021 · Absolute Solipsism
I’m not built for this. Never was. The concept of being responsible for another human being, one whose skull, impossibly fragile, fits entirely in the palm of my hand, it’s terrifying in a way that makes every other fear I’ve ever had seem like amateur hour. Two weeks. Charlie’s been breathing air for two weeks, […]
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May 28, 2021 · Collusion
The pandemic turned everyone into bargain basement Beckett characters, didn’t it? Waiting for something that wasn’t coming, performing rituals in squares on screens, and here’s Aleta Hayes doing the honest work: admitting that rites of spring might just be imagined anyway, might always have been a kind of mass hallucination we agreed to because the […]
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May 23, 2021 · Finca Fiasco
Week One Charlie, and here’s what nobody told me at the baby shower while they’re cooing over the organic onesies and making jokes about sleep deprivation like it’s some kind of sitcom punchline instead of the existential throat-punch it actually is: I’m not ready. I will NEVER be ready. And every single smiling face who […]
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May 10, 2021 · Absolute Solipsism
“In the world of Peloton, exercise-at-home apps, and dance classes on Zoom, is physical co-location necessary? Join us for a discussion about the ethics of using digital ecosystems for training performance artists.” Ethics Society and Technology Unconference, Stanford University, May 13th-14th Presenting Liveness in the Tech Space with Aleta Hayes, Samer Al-Saber, Jamie Lyons, and […]
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March 6, 2021 · Absolute Solipsism
Working at the emerging intersections of Art + Tech Art + Tech. Two words that get thrown around Stanford like they’re some kind of revolutionary manifesto. Except here’s the thing, sometimes it actually fucking matters. I was there because they wanted to hear about collaboration. Not the sanitized, LinkedIn-profile version where everyone’s “ideating” and “synergizing.” […]
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February 26, 2021 · Speculation
Look at this video. Vince Evan Pane dancing with a busted street lamp globe like it means something. And here’s the thing that’ll piss you off: it did mean something. In his hands, anyway. We shot this at three in the morning in the Stanford Quad. Three AM. Empty campus. Just us and the […]
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February 5, 2021 · Adventure
If you know, you know. If you don’t, no amount of explaining is going to make you understand what it means to stand there at dawn, wetsuit half-on, watching the sets roll in. This isn’t Malibu poseur bullshit. This isn’t trust fund kids playing at danger on longboards their daddies bought them. This is cold […]
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