Coming to terms.
Dear Diary, Im so sorry — I cant see you anymore. Dont take it so personally. Its me, not you. I realized that I need more than support, I need interaction. You need someone new too. Someone who does something new everyday, not just a variation on the same old routine. As you well may [...]
Read Morehere’s to a northern guy with southern hospitality…
Nick’s scarf and business cards came in the mail today. The scarf (a replacement for the one he lost) reminded me of the time we lost Nick’s scarf. It was at a club in the Lower East Side. We had shed our wintry accoutrements at the coat check after introducing ourselves to some Czech comrades [...]
Read Morethe movement movement
1. Movement this installment of my phosphorescent film project features as soundtrack The Disband’s “The Whole Room Is Silent.” i had an enjoyable time matching the editing techniques to the particularities of the music. in fact, one of the most interesting things for me, working on this, has been how each movement seems to require [...]
Read Morein which photorealism in self-portraiture is achieved
it was raining, & i went out looking for a big piece of scrap metal to paint on. after the door shut & clicked i realized i was locked out. i walked around getting wet. earlier in the day someone called me and half laughingly related a (personally experienced) story about gender discrimination with sexual [...]
Read MoreVictoria V. A.: AMR Culture Hero & Most Popular Girl in High School
i got this shirt in the mail today from angie b. in florida with the following note: handmade in a limited edition of 3 by 11th grader Victoria Van Arnem. in case you cant read the shirt it says hack th3 w0rld. angie b. really does hack the world, so i think this is a [...]
Read Moremononarawari! now!
last night i revisited one of my favorite films, Yasujiro Ozu’s Toyko Monogatari (Tokyo Story), and had a bit of an epiphany. see, i’m working on a music album, a collaboration of me and friends, and in watching Ozu’s film i realized that the organizing theme for the whole album is this very zazen idea [...]
Read Morei heard that, natasha!
a wikipedia entry: Comet From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Jump to: navigation, search Hi my name is natasha i live in Las Vegas, I am 16 years old. I have no clue what comets are. I am not good at school. LUV YA! ————————————————————————— some LPs i done got today that didn’t make me [...]
Read Morein memoriam
Chip Richardson (1990 - 2006) —————————————————————————————————- He wasn’t the best dog; I was a pretty terrible dog owner. But i loved him even when he bit my face, and in Abita he turned into a really stand up guy. He ran real fast & in his later years thought he was my niece’s dad. it was [...]
Read Morethe n-body cathected: name update!
due to popular uproar (even though i’ve been telling people my middle name is Stefan for like four years), i’ve decided to switch to an intangible noun. learning from past AMR mistakes, I’m keeping this choice a secret… but i plan to reify it as best i can so maybe you’ll figure it out anyway. [...]
Read Morenostalgia in a cup
I’ve been working on a film project, a three part work of artsound titled, aptly, “Triptych.” Here is movement three, Nostalgia. In chromatic homage to Kristof Kieslowski, it’s associated with a color (as are the two other movements), and thus jaundicedly subtitled “Yellow.” This film was in part inspired by a conversation about a year [...]
Read Morenicholas stefan (?) et bat(hieu) lestrange
burning some shrinivas sugandhalaya and jamming galaxie 500/galactic from tinny speakers, all orange crushing on pictures of ava gardner riding a schwinn. the jumblies practiced yesterday and all of our lugubriousness was gone. we sounded like 1997 cheshire cat scratching at the unicorns, new school punk rock roots exposed to our geriatric neighbor maria who [...]
Read Morel’esprit-du-temps + nbomb advert!
my books have a myspace!: http://www.myspace.com/nbombomnibus be friends with me in as many forums as possible and help to spread the wordz! a favorite poem from mr. feathers: lesprit-du-temps walking in zeds like a wounded duck & stomping on acorns, october is an academic month: crunch crunch crunch mantra mantra mantra mantra mantra money money [...]
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