Hello.
I tried posting from my cellular telephone, but nothing has yet been posted. . . Now it is telling me that my device is not registered. This is an absurdity! I've registered my phone three times already; so much for that light-hearted, on-the-go, text-message style entry. Goodnight, noon.
K
i am disturbed
a powerful and inexplicable sorrow steals over me. my insides say, "you are intensely sad," but will not say why. could i simply need some fiber-filled fruits and vegetables in my diet? should i only think more of taking a daily vitamin? or, perhaps, something deeply disturbing and horrible is lurking in my subconscious mind (if such a thing exists), telling me that all is not well . . .
i find this experience to be unfamiliar and do not know how to handle it. maybe i can only describe it and move on: i am disturbed.
k
i find this experience to be unfamiliar and do not know how to handle it. maybe i can only describe it and move on: i am disturbed.
k
obama
if.obama.raises.any.more.money.he'll.have.to.switc
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obama
if.obama.raises.any.more.money.he'll.have.to.switc
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21098
watching hogfather / about to go burn wood and things with mom
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"p.s. sorry, you may think otherwise because of the subject line, but this email will NOT grow your penis by 300% OR end your credit card debts, you haven't won a CAR, or a BOAT, or a Caribbean Cruise, and your long lost uncle that lives in nigeria hasn't died and left you MILLIONS OF DOLLARS. sorry if i led you on."
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poetis
wakingupfromadreamaboutthefuturedisheveled.
watchingyouthroughthelensoftimenowdepartin
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ecallthattowell . . .
watchingyouthroughthelensoftimenowdepartin
g.takingthechancetomisspellthewordsonlytorea
lizethattheyarethewordsthatimadeupanditdoesn
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onlywaythatiwouldandthatmakesitmyway.onceu
ponatimeilostabitofmymemory,butidon'treallyr
ecallthattowell . . .
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Absinthe
brock
Capoeira
choc brock
Cole Kitchen
cole.k.symposium
Double Negative
Duck Scene
Hott
Josh Pee
Joshua Interview
Marissa Snow
Passing Over
Shaving
Temp Project
Water k
Here are some of the videos I worked on this semester. Enjoy!
brock
Capoeira
choc brock
Cole Kitchen
cole.k.symposium
Double Negative
Duck Scene
Hott
Josh Pee
Joshua Interview
Marissa Snow
Passing Over
Shaving
Temp Project
Water k
Here are some of the videos I worked on this semester. Enjoy!
information overload comes revived!
Information overload
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Information overload (aka information flood) is a term that is usually used in conjunction with various forms of Computer-mediated communication such as Electronic mail. It refers to the state of having too much information to make a decision or remain informed about a topic. Large amounts of historical information to dig through, a high rate of new information being added, contradictions in available information, a low signal-to-noise ratio making it difficult to identify what information is relevant to the decision, or the lack of a method for comparing and processing different kinds of information can all contribute to this effect. A recent article in the New Scientist claimed that exposing individuals to an information overloaded environment resulted in lower IQ scores than exposing individuals to marijuana. The same article also notes that a night without sleep can be as debilitating as over-exposure to information. The term was coined in 1970 by Alvin Toffler in his book Future Shock.
Information overload is a problem for pilots of fighter aircraft and attack helicopters, as they have to process large amounts of information and make decisions within split seconds.
Related to academic disciplines, chaos, and improving channels for conveying data from one place to another (such as writing, printing, sound and image recording, storage and global networks of broadcasting and communication channels).
A similar term "information pollution" appears to have been coined by Jakob Nielsen and more recently the term "interruption overload" has begun to appear in newspapers such as the Financial Times.
hello. i am making this post in response to DH's inquiry into my internet persona. it's kind of scary for me because i have a big thing about being judged by others, but i think as an artist it's important to learn to defy boundaries and explore difficult terrain. i hope to collaborate with classmates as well as others in both TBM and through other classes and aspects of my art practice . . . maybe you? i have been discovering lately that i am a photographer at heart. it hurts me to be in so many wonderful places recently and not have a camera with me . . . i might spend my food money on a digital camera . . . input welcome from y'all. when will we discuss the text for time based? i really want to. well, that should do for now. sorry if there is some drama in my previous posts. i have the urge to delete some of them, but i feel that would violate the integrity of the work as a whole.
k
k
james spectacular!
james is eating a block!
james is in the winter!
james is playing on the floor!
james is sticking out his tongue!
ah, the tasty duck!
sun block = happy hair
bananas are fascinating!
and cameras!
mmmm . . . that's delicious!
during a trip to the hospital
james was so well behaved. i think he did better than me
yea! happy and handsome and healthy, what else could you ask for?
self rant
feeling like a ghost; floating through my fathers house, examining all of the pieces that have been filled with memories, not able to touch them. feeling all of the weight of the saddness, but not able to cry. not even feeling the unevenness of the falling-apart rug, or smelling the not so subtle scent of cats and cigars and time. if someone ever had a brain cloud, it's this body so loosely in my command. i pull the strings again, surprised at the ease with which i bring it to life. "get up," the words echo into it's brain, trying to spark the command that will cause the hands to push on the floor, and the whole involuntary sequence of standing up to begin. how did i come to be this thing? how did i come to carry around this body, wearing a cage and waiting for "death"? i guess i could remember, but i don't want to.
i keep this body up all night and all day, trying to wear it out faster? i don't know. it wants to hold your hand and sleep. it wants to be at peace and dream, love and be well. i can tell what it yearns for, but i resist. it wants to hear your music and dance in your arms, smelling your sweet perfumes . . . i try not to listen to it's faint demands. we have to move forward. small goals, one at a time. slowly move forward. no view of the future or memory of the past . . . keep going.
i guess the body forgets what it needs and the soul is concerned with other things . . . but what do i know?
i miss the time when things use to be connected together.
it was fun to be alive.
this place wasn't a prison, but a playground.
is there any way back?
k
p.s. i guess i get like this sometimes. sorry.
i keep this body up all night and all day, trying to wear it out faster? i don't know. it wants to hold your hand and sleep. it wants to be at peace and dream, love and be well. i can tell what it yearns for, but i resist. it wants to hear your music and dance in your arms, smelling your sweet perfumes . . . i try not to listen to it's faint demands. we have to move forward. small goals, one at a time. slowly move forward. no view of the future or memory of the past . . . keep going.
i guess the body forgets what it needs and the soul is concerned with other things . . . but what do i know?
i miss the time when things use to be connected together.
it was fun to be alive.
this place wasn't a prison, but a playground.
is there any way back?
k
p.s. i guess i get like this sometimes. sorry.
a return to random word progression
decisions, decide. tuesday. decide. simplicity/try to meditate/make a to-do list/organize/read/review/write/journal/record video/edit video/seismograph/helioscope/random words?random punctuation/be clear/share peace/love/make time/give/find/discover/son/careful/forgetting/forgot/remember/struggle/look into the void/climb out of now/pray/see/listen/become transfixed/study/learn/rehearse/practice/make music/listen to music/pay attention to music/pay attention/pay bills/duck bills/quack/park with james/tears/absent/pieces missing/small feet/gorilla carry/crawl/sorrow/guilt/shame/tired/nightmares/haunting/dismay/insomnia/dysfunction/band names/trucks/optimus prime/optometry/get eyes checked/write book/buy/pants,shirts;clothes;gadgets;odds and ends/learn to;fish/read/write/sew/knit/crochet/paint/think/dance/sing/play instruments/learn/keep up/keep moving/moving keys/tricks the eye has/late at might/alone/but always alone?/joe/fish tank/unrequited love/mean girls/mean brothers/mean ing/japan/japanese/trip/travel/no return/joe/james/return/eggshells/bike rides/automatic/spray paint/causality/time for bed
k 2007
k 2007
here we go again
so, last week, maybe the week before, i was so terribly depressed by being alive, that i deleted all of my blog entries, closed some accounts (like myspace) and generally tried to remove my self from the internet (which is actually impossible, but you get the point, right?)
now i've decided to start it up again. i hope you're happy.
i'm at my dad's house for a while and i have lots of junk with me, so i can't ride my bike back to iowa city. guess i have to wait for a ride or something.
happy birthday everyone! my calendar on the phone blanked out, so i lost everyone's birthdays, so that's why it might seem like i don't care.
maybe i'll start a daily video blog about riding my bike around the loo. even if nothing fun happens, you can watch me get more sunburned every day.
well, how about that news story, huh? something happened in the world. it's getting dry here, so i haven't mowed the grass in a while. i finished a bit of dish cleaning today and even ate a banana, so . . . well, my life is boring and stupid right now, but if you call me (319 232 6400) sometime, i'll interview you about anything you wish and post it on the blog, and that will be really interesting! i wonder how cole is doing . . . i left her in charge of the info blog and pretty much dropped off the face of the earth as far as craft is concerned. i'm such a ____ . . . sorry. i'll try to not be so dumb.
later,
k
now i've decided to start it up again. i hope you're happy.
i'm at my dad's house for a while and i have lots of junk with me, so i can't ride my bike back to iowa city. guess i have to wait for a ride or something.
happy birthday everyone! my calendar on the phone blanked out, so i lost everyone's birthdays, so that's why it might seem like i don't care.
maybe i'll start a daily video blog about riding my bike around the loo. even if nothing fun happens, you can watch me get more sunburned every day.
well, how about that news story, huh? something happened in the world. it's getting dry here, so i haven't mowed the grass in a while. i finished a bit of dish cleaning today and even ate a banana, so . . . well, my life is boring and stupid right now, but if you call me (319 232 6400) sometime, i'll interview you about anything you wish and post it on the blog, and that will be really interesting! i wonder how cole is doing . . . i left her in charge of the info blog and pretty much dropped off the face of the earth as far as craft is concerned. i'm such a ____ . . . sorry. i'll try to not be so dumb.
later,
k
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