July 3, 2015 · Engineering
Here’s what you need to understand: 5:55 in the goddamn morning, July 1st, 2015, we’re doing Euripides, or what’s left of him, anyway, some scrap of text that survived the wholesale cultural annihilation of everything that mattered, everything that was true. No Man’s Friend, I call it informally, because even the Greeks knew that sometimes […]
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June 28, 2015 · Collusion
So here’s how it ends: not with a bang but with institutional validation, which is the same as saying it ends with a whimper dressed up in gallery lighting. Franconia Performance Salon #14. The Museum of Performance + Design. A “joint collaboration,” which is fancy talk for “we got legitimized.” From Michael’s living room with […]
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June 19, 2015 · Wanderlust
Inside Life of Bottles #1 You can just see a little peep of the passage in Looking-glass House, if you leave the door of our drawing-room wide open: and it’s very like our passage as far as you can see, only you know it may be quite different on beyond Oh, Kitty, how nice it […]
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June 17, 2015 · The City
Mid-June on the Bay and the wind’s barely showing up for work. We’re drifting more than sailing, which is fine. Perfect, actually. The kind of lazy afternoon where doing nothing becomes an art form, where the only ambition is another Pacifico and maybe, if you’re feeling industriative, pointing your phone through the empty bottle at […]
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June 13, 2015 · Individualism
To great dreamers of corners and holes nothing is ever empty, the dialectics of full and empty only correspond to two geometrical non-realities. The function of inhabiting constitutes the link between full and empty. A living creature fills an empty refuge, images inhabit, and all corners are haunted, if not inhabited. Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics […]
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June 6, 2015 · Engineering
There’s something deeply, irrationally beautiful about staging dead Greek shit at a racetrack. I mean, here we are: 1:15 in the afternoon, June 6th, 2015, Golden Gate Fields, where the smell of horse piss and broken dreams hangs in the air like a question nobody wants to answer. It’s 71 degrees, sunny, perfect California weather […]
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May 13, 2015 · Industries
I am interested in ceremonies of the present. What is ceremonious and curious and commonplace will be legendary. Diane Arbus, 1962 Nathalie Brilliant’s performance art piece at Fort Mason, San Francisco Art Institute To get at what’s real, and every artist worth a damn knows this is the whole rotten game, you need to fuck […]
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