April 19, 2019 · Collusion
Pole Star isn’t ballet as usual or some cross cultural mash note. This is something else, bodies moving through my Reunion Island footage like they are mapping coordinates between volcanic eruptions and the ΔΓ n bαΊ§u’s single string howl, between lava fields cooling into black glass and Vietnamese tradition stretched taut across a stage at YBCA […]
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April 14, 2019 · Engineering
Thousands have lived without love, not one without water. W. H. Auden, First Things First, 1956 Seventy eight feet of reinforced concrete. Corner of Alma and Hawthorne. Built in 1910. A water tower. 155,000 gallons. It helped establish Palo Altoβs city-owned utility system, back when the city actually built things for the public good, imagine […]
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March 22, 2019 · Cinematics
The deep art… That’s the part that has to be guarded like a miser would his money… Like a dope addict would his dope… Like a lover with their love. Alonzo King ο»Ώο»Ώο»Ώο»Ώο»Ώ What I’ve got here is the real raw nerve ending of creation caught mid spasm: dancers drilling themselves into some kind of […]
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March 19, 2019 · Engineering
Hewlett-Packard Building 15. From 1965 to 1973, they made small electronic transformers. Circuit boards from β65 to β87. The building blocks of the tech revolution, made right here. Acids. Metals. Solvents. All part of the process. They stored the chemicals in a shed until β73, then upgraded to a βbunkerβ from β74 to β87. Because […]
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February 20, 2019 · Wanderlust
Here’s what I didn’t think about when I was standing there at midnight in front of Notre Dame with a Polaroid camera: that I was taking a photograph of something that wouldn’t exist anymore. Not in two days. Not ever again, really. Not the way it was when I was there, then. I’m just exhausted. […]
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February 19, 2019 · Engineering
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place. Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais Death tourism: let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs among the tombs and rubble […]
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February 1, 2019 · Engineering
Marcel Proust. 1871 to 1922. Fifty-one years, most of them spent indoors. Asthmatic. Sickly. Spent the last years of his life in a cork-lined bedroom in Paris, writing in bed, sleeping during the day, working at night. Obsessed with memory, with time, with how the past lives inside us whether we want it to or […]
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