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March 6, 2016 · The City

India Basin, Hunter’s Point

Look at these pictures. This is where Anderson & Cristofani built ships, real goddamn ships, wooden scows for San Francisco Bay. From the early 1870s to the mid-1930s, right here along Innes Avenue in the India Basin at Hunter’s Point. A row of yards where men who actually knew what the hell they were doing […]

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February 25, 2016 · Speculation

Rehearsing Under the Wings of Dead Men

You’re sitting there with your muse and your muse is telling you something and you’re following it, and you end up the next day looking at it and thinking “what the hell was the muse saying to me?” Nathan Oliveira I rehearse in a room built for someone else’s kestrels, someone else’s vision of transcendence, […]

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February 12, 2016 · Speculation

Slacker Hill Earned Its Name (Until We Showed Up)

Slacker’s Hill, Marin Headlands: some places just earn their names through the accumulated weight of bodies showing up, doing nothing in particular, letting the view do all the work. But at sunrise, with Muriel Maffre and Ryan Tacata running Euripides fragment #91 (we’re calling it Love is The Fullest Education) on this windswept chunk of rock […]

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February 9, 2016 · Speculation

Windhover

Speculation in The Windhover, Stanford University I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a […]

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January 17, 2016 · Industries

Janet Cardiff’s Forty Part Motet: A Dispatch from the Void Between Here and Never

The academics want you to believe that live performance (the sweating, breathing, bleeding out loud presence of actual human bodies in actual space) carries some sacred charge that recordings can’t touch. That there’s magic in the ephemeral, nobility in the disappearing act. Every moment unique, finite, gone the second it happens. Like watching your best […]

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January 3, 2016 · Industries

James Freebury’s first look at Book 6 of The Odyssey

Book 6. Nausicaa. The one where Odysseus washes up like human driftwood, salt-caked and wrecked and basically naked, and has to beg a princess for help without seeming like either a pervert or a pathetic case. It’s about being broken and trying to hold onto some shred of dignity while you’re covered in seaweed and […]

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December 24, 2015 · Engineering

Sophocles Speechless Fish

Speechless Fish, I call it. Informally. Because sometimes the informal is all you’ve got when you’re dealing with theatrical ghosts that ancient, scraps of text that survived fires, floods, the general amnesia of civilization. This is part of something bigger, something I’m calling IOTA, which sounds either pretentious as hell or like the most honest […]

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