water fills the hall

New work for Galerie Díra, aka The Hole Gallery, a site-specific sound art gallery space in the courtyard of Školská street no. 28, in Prague. The Gallery was founded in 2012 by Mlok Asociation in collaboration with Školská 28 Gallery.

cover, water fills the hall, ©2014 - hopkins/neoscenes, Prescott, Arizona, November 2014

(00:52:45, stereo audio, loop, 127.2 mb)

As neoscenes is wont to synthesize, water fills the hall is a sustained drift, this time through a profusion of sonic liquids that flow — in drips, burbles, washes, rushing, splashing, crashing, soothing — hard against the (lovingly graceful) machinic systems we deploy to direct those flows. The I Ching suggests that water simply flows, on and on, filling up all the places through which it moves. Nothing can make it lose its own essential nature: it remains true to itself under all conditions. What are we in the face of such an energized flux? Are we advancing or are we retreating with the tide? Will the rain wash our sins away? If we can swim, will we drown? Do we recall our amphibian soul? Are we thirsty for more? Are we simply thirsty?

With sonic samples from four continents, many cities, and, especially, many wilderness places, this multilayer movement begins in the Mojave desert, as flies collect around the body of a dead rattlesnake, the dry air desiccating the corpse; there is organ practice by the harbor in Sydney; and wandering through the Pergammon on the Spree; students protesting along the Vilna River; monsoon rains and thunders, falling and filling desert cisterns in the High Sonoran desert; telecom wires hum in moist Arctic chill; melt-waters slowly cleave the Rocky Mountains to dust; film projectors clatter while representing fluid realities (homage to mentor and friend, film-maker Stan Brakhage); Geiger counters count what heavy waters we’ve made; rains falls on the roofs of hydrocarbon-fired chariots; rivers rage, and whining pumps pump the rivers; while F-18s storm in the wet clouds overhead, and baptisms soulfully bless the swimming pools; a plague of cicadas stands ready for the waters to recede, and Noah’s ark founders on a reef.

Brandon

Brandon's closing at General Public, Berlin-Prenzlauerberg, Germany, June 2013

Mindaugas cues me in that Brandon is having a closing performance at a show/installation that he’s got over at General Public, just a few blocks away on Schoenhauserallee. So I wander over for the event, it’s nice to see Brandon, and he seems to be doing well — teaching in Bergen at the Academy, living in Berlin, and being very productive with Errant Bodies, with a new book just out (he later generously presents me with a copy).

The installation that is up is provocative, complex, suggestive of … a thing lost, or unattainable … or a sense, a state attainable only through an internal chanting, vocalization, a transformation into embodied be-ing. His writings on sound have always perplexed me. They are, or seem, in the sense of my own self-deception, to be the essence of ineffable absence. Framing sound as being in all instances a fading and thence lost essence of presence. Is this absence a ‘teaching’ absence, a conscious removal that allows another reality to gestate for the Other? Silence-that-communicates is a becoming. The show is replete with silent sonic and visual cues that allow.

Saturday, 04 May, 1963

Clear – Warm

Met Paul B. & Geo Costello at PSC where a full day was put in. Geo installed the Master Gain & Line Amp Altec 1536A and the 1564A Power Supply with an isolation transformer from the WEZE/WECO preamp-mixer. He then connected it to the line for the Hawey & SS Rooms, took out the switches in these places, and put the 600 Ω line into each amplifier. For the first time good audio was heard in these places. We put the 2 TV sets in the Hawey Room and to my surprise they worked. I have been engaged in the design, construction, installation, and maintenance of various kinds of electrical gear for most of my life, and we have more trouble than other places I’ve ever worked in! When we left at 5:45 PM everything worked for a change!

Tuesday, 23 April, 1963

Retyped the QPR draft text on the TRAP III system, and got it coordinated by Ed Chatterton & Dr. McNamara at 3 PM; I then left the original on ELE’s desk, as he wasn’t there. He stopped by my office a little later to show me PA 1709, a HAC document that has tables of equipment characteristics for a variety of BMRS installations — ARIS, AVCO/RAD a/c, GR DC-6, the KC-135 & the Trap III.

Had a call from Ev Schowengardt who wanted to know if I have any spectral films — Frank McNamara mentioned me! Of course I haven’t, but mentioned that AVCO & GE probably have some. I sent him a copy of the Kwaj trip report.

Ret’d a 4″ x 6″ x 16′ timber to Buchanan’s and traded it for 2 – 2″ x 6″ x 16′ pcs for JCH’s swing in the back yard. Hope I can get it put up soon.

Started to put together a set of 1:62,500 maps of the 20 July 1963 eclipse path across eastern central Maine.

Went in to the Museum of Science to the workshop mtg. of the ATM/Maksutov Section. Met Jim Gagen, Paul Valleli, Chester Cook, Walter Singer, and a Harvard grad student in Chemistry with his EE friend. The latter two have worked out a transistorized mount drive with a photomultiplier tube as a sensor; it looks quite ingenious. I joined the ATM — at the season’s end — so I could get in on the 20 July trip to Cadillac Mt. to photo the eclipse. Had some discussions w/ Walter Singer re: mechanical design details of his mount, in particular the declination drive. This business needs some servo theory applied to it.

Wrote to Jim Knight re: the sextant.

Monday, 22 April, 1963

Took my QPR draft to Dr. McNamara who thot it should be on one page. Rewrote it, leaving out the table of equipment parameters. Called Major Dalton for certain details.

Ground & flight tests completed on 24 June ’63
Equip. installation completed on 27 May ’63

No time to schedule for more than 30 days of training at Bendix.

Film from the acceptance tests w/b processed at Aerojet-General, Azusa. No decision made on where spectral films will be processed. “A told to go back and study their proposal some more.”(!)

Finally talked to Ed Chatterton at 3 PM and he had a text at 4 PM saying essentially what was said in the QPR of 15 February, as he feels strongly. I’ll research this and talk to both Ed & Frank tomorrow with a compromise text referencing the 15 Feb. statement.

Saturday, 23 March, 1963

Clear!

Worked for 12 hours on audio cables at PSC. Paul Bradbury & I started to remove the 3 mike cables and found that each one had 2 burned sections, one so bad that all the internal insulation was gone! We located the wires — cables on the the roof trusses after soldering the ends together — 54 joints! Plus 27 at the Radio Room! Plus 6 for the recorder cables!

The new speakers are in and we now need to wire them. The installation looks good so far.

DCH went in to Cambridge for a date — stayed in for part of the “City of the Bees” at Tremont Temple.

Tuesday, 19 March, 1963

Worked on trip report.

Told AG about my discussion with Bill Miller at Hq. Mt. Wilson.

ELE spoke with me in the hall a little later saying that AA wanted me to work on the TRAP III operation to replace Carl Nielson, who is data processing. ELE responded by saying to wait & see what my recommendations are from my trip.

Talked to Dan Dustin — he has a spacious new office — re: the byproducts of my Kwaj trip:

1) Consolidate optical activity into a group or section in order to back up the field.

2) Endeavor to provide resources at Kwaj to get out the partially reduced data within 7 days after each shot.

3) Make Kwaj more attractive for L2 personnel by
a) paid vacation travel
b) provide for sale of books at cost
c) build up TCT Library
d) sailboats for L2 people

Clear in AM
OC in PM

Worked on income tax report — looks like I’ll get a $466 refund if my calculations are correct.

Still can’t find the receipted bill from Pittsburg Plate Glass for the door.

Call from John Zvara re: the speaker installation: apparently the high freq horn should be on the center-line, with the other (low freq) below. We can’t tolerate it below as it will go down too far, so it would go on one side. This makes it necessary to provide a dummy enclosure on the other side, with a total width of 76″. 24″ from the vertical rear wall and 36″ vertically. It seems to me that this is too big.

Left the car at AMS for a check on the started. Picked it up about 7 PM.

Monday, 18 March, 1963

Talked to Harry Sussman for most of the morning, describing my trip to Kwaj & Maui.

Discussed TRAP III w/ Carl Neilson in the PM; he is phasing out of this activity — EE Rich of A ES will be in tomorrow and I should get together. CN disturbed that A had not taken hold of the film processing problem, but had agreed to the processing of the film from the shakedown by Aerojet-General at Azusa. We had some short disc re: Eric Durand, who as a responsible individual at A SB has already irritated others. The optical activity doesn’t seem to have widespread support, probably because there is a real question of operational payoff. It seems to me that an optical group should be formed at L2 to back up the field work and to provide an organized center of optical work and resources; or else get out of it. If it can make a valid contribution to re-entry physics, this should be recognized for what it is.

Picked up my re-entry photo — it’s quite good!

OC
40˚F at 8 AM

Call from Fred Lake about 11:30 AM re: installation of the new hi freq & bass reflex speakers — the ceiling hole for the lowering of the illuminated cross is in the way — they need a few more inches. I suggested that they sink both units into the vertical plaster wall. Called John Svara, who was unable to get Mr. Muirhead, our consulting engineer. He finally set tomorrow at 10:30 AM as the assembly time for all concerned, so I phoned this to George Costello, Mr. Lake’s man.

Worked on income taxes — can’t find my certificate in the Canadian Alumina Corp., as it is being liquidated and I need to take the loss.

Also can’t find the receipted bill from the Pittsburg Plate Glass Co. re: the porch door replacement.

Friday, 08 February, 1963

Home in bed.

Call from ELE to see if I could go to LA with WW next Tuesday and begin to function as L2/A liaison for questions from A re: the data processing operation.

-5˚F

In bed.

Rec’d call from Fred Lake on the PSC audio set-up. The basic equipment is $3145; the extra items, 2 tape recorders, the wireless mike, and one other item.

Gave the above to John Cheever to present to the Trustees tonight for action. Forgot to include installation — the removal of the shelves, and cutting the door in two.

DCH to a weekend in NH w/ Woody Strodel & 72 other hi-schoolers.

Call from E. L. Eaton at L2 to see if I can go to LA Tuesday to begin to function as liaison man between Gp22 and A.

Thursday, 10 January, 1963

Went thru the modulation transfer function argument and the need for direct electron photography hardware with Dave Clapp, who then signed the disclosure on Page 9.

Finally completed a call to Jim Knight at Kwaj; He will be in Pasadena on 21 Jan. and the ff week. During the day he will be at Bowler & Chivans in South Pasadena at (area code 213) MU2-3391, and will stay at the Saga Motel on Colorado Blvd. SY5-0431. I agreed to try to see him on 22 or 23 Jan. I hope I can combine this w/ a trip to Florida & the inspection trip to McClellan as well as a stop at Sandia Corporation to see the “Clean” Room installation.

AAG read over and signed the disclosure on the previous page. He mentioned that a lecture in A-166 where a film of colloidon was pulled thru a CRT that had a 2-stage seal at each end that worked successfully.

WZL unable to justify 800′ or 35mm spectral film on his list of 10 Sept. ’62; suggested that I use CJN’s list from Bendix.

Clear

Informed by WZL that since my salary is already so high that I don’t get a pay raise this year, that I am regarded as competent and my work good. Also, money for salary increases was scarce this year. I suspect I ought to look into going back to the government with its lengthy vacation, particularly since I took out my retirement deposits on leaving. There is also the problem of a non-governmental employee carrying enough death benefit income insurance to protect his family. the Bureau of Labor Compensation would have provided my family with $607/month on my death. My current income is $16,860/year, but I find it increasingly difficult to pay for enough insurance to duplicate even half my income.

Worked out a letter to BB&N re: the PSC audio where I ask them for a line diagram and for clarifying comments on their letter of 15 October 1962.

Wednesday, 28 November, 1962

Spent the day at VAFB with a Lt. Youngberg. Capt. Callahan took me flying after lunch. In the PM Lt. Y. took me to a Lockheed installation where we talked about a single H-F machine installation that was sent to SAMA for storage. I think we should try to get it for a second machine. A MSgt. Baggs thought we need 2 machines in order to have back-up and make the time schedule.

Drove down to Skyways Motel on Airport Blvd. near the airport in the PM, arriving about 2130.

Before long, VAFB called to see if I could find Fielding McGee, Op. Analyst at HQ. 1st Strategic Missile Div. He went to Ramstein in July. I spoke with Roy Duncan.

Mr. Mark Quinlan, the Lockheed engineer, seemed to be most competent in this line. We need someone with this background.

Clear

Spent the day at Vandenburg AFB.

Drove down to Inglewood in the evening.

Wednesday, 24 October, 1962

Started to look at Schlesinger a little more carefully. There must be some piece of the ECM analysis that DRC has not done.

With WLZ —

1) What Distribution List? (Pen Syst.)
2) IRE mtg 23-25 October
3) Model:
1) Assess pay-off from use of N-Z System from broader point of view of Anti-ICBM Systems Analysis.
2) BOMARC
3) TALOS
4) Side-Winder homing & guidance

Clear
Cool

U Thant, UN Secretary-General has addressed Khrushchev & JFK to do nothing to build up Cuban installations and to stop the quarantine. It was rejected by JFK as it did not have safeguards such as on-site inspections.

News broadcasts claim that several USSR ships have been diverted from continuing to Cuba.

Khrushchev, in replying to a wire from Bertrand Russell, pointed out the desirability of a summit mtg., but rejected the US note as contributing to the possibility of war.

Finished connecting the Pilotuner to the W clock radio it works fine without an FM dipole.

Ordered some more points for both Willys at Lincoln Auto Svc. Drew $450 from Credit Union to pay Sears.

Saturday, 06 October, 1962

Rain

Went in to PSC to help with the audio installation, but it was finished when I got there after an hour’s delay due to flooding on Storrow Drive. Quality of reinforcement seemed quite good. Two column speakers driven by an Altec 342A are in place.

The Willys needed a tune-up, which I did, but didn’t put in new points. The engine was out of time.

Tuesday, 02 October, 1962

Went to Orlando AFB in the afternoon, via Idlewild.

Clear
Cool – 72 at 3:30 PM

Stayed home in AM & with LCH’s help, poured the last patio strip, putting in the rocks. I’ve collected over the last 20 years. It looks quite good.

Left for Orlando at 4:05 PM on EAL 805. Arrived Orlando AFB VOQ A 8:30 PM.

Called Lake Service & left a msg. for Fred Lake re: our need for 2 column speakers and one mike for 0900 6 October installation. Called Ed Poor and left this word for him — both of these calls from the Airport.

Sunday, 30 September, 1962

Clear

Took all but NJH & CR to SS & church. NJH has a fever; CR is going to the Shepard’s for dinner. Nancy slept for several hours, so felt better when we returned from town after SS.

After disc. w/ Paul B. & Dave Nelson, decided to ask Lake Service for a pair of column speakers and one mike for Sat. 6 Oct. installation. The scaffolding should be finished by then.

Took LCH, CR, & DCH to the HS Library for a reception for CR. It was quite well attended.

Went in to PSC for JAH, who went to the Bliss’ home w/ Winkie for the afternoon. Heard Prof. Thorson of MIT Chemistry Dept. talk about “Authority.” Asked Joe Brown if he could find a replacement for Dave Nelson.

JFK on the radio at 10 PM after 2-1/2 hour delay to request those at U. Miss accept Bennett.

Thursday, 13 July, 1961

Showed WSEG SS16 Vol II to VAN to apprise him of its existence.

Coord the revised draft of the recommendations to the RT paper that a military-scientific team be set up at C&GSC to consider and act on the entire problem. Mike B. suggested that I not limit the level but say at “an appropriate level,” this is fine. Also added the idea of using all sub-systems or a complete model of the CCIS in assessing payoff.

Hot, Humid

JLV in for a few minutes; he left me 3 accounting books.

About decided to buy Leo’s Jeeps, and fix them up; this after talking to Mr. Hosie, who says he has a paint sprayer I can borrow. Obtained 4 estimates on engine rebuild; the best is Arts Machine Service in Maynard, $184 for the 4-cylinder, $204 for the 6 with no installation, $30 installation on the 4, $34 on the 6.

Wrote letters in the PM.

Thursday, 09 February, 1961

After considerable discussion with JHH, the Committee report was given to Gail for typing along with all the Tabs. EK’s contribution was not too helpful. Worked out a basic scheme with JLV for management purposes whereby the “Critical Paths” through development, test, personnel, training, and installation; it would be used to show the necessary time-phased sequence of the steps from inception of ideas to the operating system.

Put the Toro engine together and it started right up. The clutch, however, does not seem to tighten. I’ll have to get some new parts.

more on control and autonomy

A techno-social system is predicated and constructed on a system of control exerted on the flows of energy that are antithetical to its ordered existence or that simply exist ‘out there.’ Within a techno-social system, at all scales, levels, and between all actors, there exists a constant, dynamic re-balancing of these energies (energy flows). With an input of external energy as the source, the overall techno-social system will exert varying levels of control over different spatio-temporal regions. Control is essentially the existence of prescribed pathways of flow which insure the desired persistence of stasis in a sea of chaotic flows. The degree that a techno-social system can proscribe un-controlled pathways is the degree of coherence that techno-social system will have. more “more on control and autonomy”

quick transit

near Lucerne Valley, California, December 2010

With a truckload of stuff, it’s too complicated to camp extensively. And, in retrospect, not much to say anyway. Got to get back to Prescott to get organized for the ensuing departure.

Puke Ariki – Day 4 – eNZed

New Plymouth, New Zealand, December 2010

Julian, Gregers , Heidi, and I do the drive up to New Plymouth to check out the Puke Ariki exhibition/library and museum complex in New Plymouth, on the north west coast. There is a street festival and some electronic media installations as well.

We meet Ian Clothier eventually for a beer and a tour of the data-installation connected to one of the Museum installations in Pukekura Park. He’s teaching at the Western Institute of Technology at Taranaki

On the way back, Mount Taranaki is wreathed in a morphing cloud hat. We take a bit of time to drive to the Egmont National Park visitor’s center halfway up the east flank, and take a short walk into the forest. Marvelous vibe under the trees. The exotic feel comes from the strange vegetation.

The drive crosses mostly land that was originally forested, but is now stripped dairy farm land, the product of which is shipped to China and elsewhere. There are milk-trains crossing the land every few minutes. The Fonterra dairy factory is reputed to be the largest of its kind in the world.

I’ll be back to Taranaki, someday.

Migrating: Art: Academies: done

MigAA book cover (pdf download)

After eight weeks of intensive effort, sometimes re-writing almost from scratch a wide range of (English-second-language) articles, essays, and academic papers, the second and final book from the MigAA project is done and at the printers. Bravo to the Alfa60 designers, Joseph and Lina in Vilnius — perhaps this book will win awards like the last one did! And big kudos to El Jefe, miga, without whom, none of this would have come to pass, none of it!

This is the jacket blurb I wrote in ten minutes — the day Lina was sending the book to the printers! more “Migrating: Art: Academies: done”

yurt raising

yurt framing, step one, Glade Park, Colorado, June 2010
up early, wrestling with the rather small pile of parts — the lattice wall, the door, the skirting, and main fabric roof, insulation panels, rafters — but surprisingly little ‘stuff’ to make a whole house. yurt raising, surprisingly easy (except for a few points) with a small crew of smart folks, a few tools, a couple dogs, and about 6 hours total: no glitches; friends make a heli over-flight, and we chill out for a barbecue in early evening.

the particular points that I can recall: the fabric roof is DAMN heavy; the installation jig (wood tower) is essential (remember to attach firmly to floor!); even-ing out both the roof and wall fabrics is tricky; that’s where a crew of 5-6 is good. two people doing the job would be very tough if not impossible; cabling around the door frame is non-intuitive; all-in-all, it’s pretty darn easy, it was completely done by 1400, so, about 6 hours work. and it is a spacious and comfortable space.

terrestrial physics

Jim Sanborn's Terrestrial Physics installation, DMCA, Denver, Colorado, June 2010
drop by Jim and Dona’s place, head to the Denver Museum of Contemporary Art for a quick tour of Jim Sanborn’s Terrestrial Physics installation. it is only to look at. suggestive of something, lots of work, like the set of a 1960s sci-fi flick. kind of functions, but isn’t. balancing on the art-science barrier/boundary/frontier. otherwise, no jolt available to be received from the installation.

CLUI: Day Twelve — Silver Island Mountains

Silver Island Mountains, Utah, April 2010

Neal makes it in from London after last weeks aborted attempt from having the flu.

A loop north around the Silver Island Mountains paralleling the Bonneville Salt Flats traces many textures of rock, sky, and the interface between. Numerous forays away from the truck into the landscape, looking at everything, smelling everything, hearing … nothing … or so. The space vehicle rumbles onward on the bad road. Bad road. All bad roads lead away from, further away from, Rome.

Leave the car, be here now. The desert commands that (or the fearful response, deny here now, and insulate the embodied self from any manifestation of here, get back to the car, now).

Turning to the west at the north end of the mountain fault-block, I am suddenly met by five huge white Maremma (or Great Pyrenees?) sheep dogs, each over 100 pounds, ready to shred whatever fleshly appendages might be protruding from the truck. They were guarding a sizable flock of sheep who were busy razing the already marginal winter foliage. gah, why they allow sheep farming up here, I’ll never know—the BLM’s “multi-use” philosophy destroying what land cover there is left in this place. The circuit continues across the playa from Pilot Peak and on to Leppy Pass and a human installation.

(Ed. note — have solved the image gallery as you can see. Seems to be relatively glitch-free and less work than my previous solutions. This is one image from a number — Pennsylvanian-Permian-aged lime/mud-stones, highly contorted. Do hope to get all of them up from this trip so far, sooner than later. But there is so much code to do for that — I still haven’t settled on a means to display images on this blog — there are several pre-packaged plug-ins for WordPress in this regard, but I haven’t decided. Not going to Flickr things nor use Facebook as the data management and control is passed off to those cloud services (not to mention the perverse End-User Licensing Agreement terms). The travelog blog means was good, but the file structure of WordPress does not lend itself to any automation if I use that older technique, and I desperately want to get out of the manual compilation work that I have been doing all along. It’s incredibly time consuming and easily bunged-up with (simple) code errors. Ach, as this site evolves into its 16th year, it remains something of a millstone, given the relative paucity of traffic (1 – 2,000 hits a day total).

technology fails

20100116 The latch handles on both the driver- and passenger-side door are broken. There is a certain geometry on the plastic lever-arm which, over time of repeated lifting motions, fails. So I have to replace them. The truck is relatively old, compared to the average age of vehicles on the road. I call the Toyota dealer nearby, and they want almost USD100 for each replacement handle. This is called an OEM part — Original Equipment Manufactured — a part which carries some of the branded weight of the maker and its record of quality along with a premium price (including a substantial markup to underwrite the existence of the dealer distribution system). Too much! I knew this would be the case before I called, but I wanted to set a ceiling price before looking elsewhere, online. This particular vehicle model was globally a widely-distributed frame, body, and engine combination and so there turns out to be a substantial non-OEM parts market. The only question is one of quality. Non-OEM parts online appear to be both Mainland Chinese- and Taiwanese-made with what seems to be a substantial US distribution presence in the form of highly discounted warehouses designed for online mail-order sales (with Ebay, Amazon, and their own web sales presence). I find the parts, in several styles (chromed plastic and black) for a small fraction of the OEM cost, USD 20 with free shipping. more “technology fails”

Angel Place

Angel Place, one of those darkish urban voids produced by vertical development and poor planning, is host to the Forgotten Songs installation as part of the Hidden Networks program. Sounds of extinct and near-extinct species that once filled this very ground before colonization. The bird (sounds) are in cages. What brilliant human-applied alterations of flow does (temporarily) to natural systems: when’s a mass equilibrating event gonna happen?

DAM

head down to Denver to meet Jim and Dona for a trip to DAM. I also called Dave to come by as he’s a former employee of the museum where he worked as an installation manager. the art forms a backdrop for stories, reflections, and dialogue. after lunch we head over to the MCA for a walk-thru. I’d never been there and it turns out to be quite a nice space — the rooftop bar and garden has a nice vibe to it. then back to the house to check out some of Jim’s recent Director-based media installation projects. and more…

Trade ye no mere moneyed art — James Johnson

then on to an IMax theater to meet Sally and Montse for the new Star Trek movie which was not very good. ‘nuf said. busy day. sonic documentation to come some future day as with many more past days. never the time to do the processing of files. accumulating faster than processing, a common problem for an archivist. what about being more exclusive? to choke the acquisitions process down to a manageable level. or more aggressively carving out processing time each day? that would come at the expense of sleep, methinks.

living room installation

the work for the Williamson living room is finally finished and gets installed the day before I arrive. it works out quite okay for the space (opposite a huge picture window looking out on North Table Mountain). the Center hasn’t manifest itself at quite this scale before. the process was time-consuming, but Cyndy, a customer-service rep at Reed Photo where it was printed and mounted made it fairly painless. a good exercise to run through with digital scans of some of the black-and-white negatives scans I’ve been making. not too expensive, and quite spectacular quality on Fuji papers. mounting is expensive, however. but the whole process seems ripe for exhibition development of works that I started sketching 20 or more years ago — in the form of (long)tall scroll pieces that have multiple images on a single hanging piece of paper. gotta get to it! a slow day recovering from the long day before. Rick briefs me on the spike in activity surrounding the recent shale-gas plays in North America. missed that development in the last years, totally. StatOil alone plans 15,000 wells in the Marcellus formation of Pennsylvania and New York states. holy cow!

the next guy

I have to chuckle at Frieder’s sober and deeply pragmatic reflections on the recent installation of the new regime:

Dear friends over there in God’s own country:

Today the Messiah is arriving. Conquering the temple. Who will he chase away? The bankers?

Will they, after some miracles that he will try to perform, call for his crucifixion?

It will be great to observe how he deals with Israel. It will be great to observe how he, as the others, will spend the taxpayers money in order to help big finance capital that is behaving as if they had not gone through shameless times of making outrageous profits. Where do they hide all that?

Marx’s analysis of the defeat of the Paris Commune in 1871 starts with the observation that the communards had forgotten to seize capital and prevent its disappearance to Versailles.

I wish you, and us in old Europe good luck. A bit will change. But nothing essential. That’s what I expect. But I would be excited if I was a US citizen.

So let us not deny that hope is a good feeling.

which clearly segues to reflections from a former President of the Republic:

I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around [the banks] will deprive the people of all property until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered. The issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people, to whom it properly belongs. — Thomas Jefferson

busy

day starts with French toast, frisbee a bit later, things that Loki and I share over the history of sporadic presence. cut my hair off last night, making a pile in the middle of the living room floor. clean it up. clean up the kitchen, and other details. so it goes.

make a museum tour as well to the National Museum to see the new Steina Vasulka installation which is monumental and fits the space perfectly. then on to the Kjarval and the Hafnarhusid as I discovered as of February this year they are free to the public. the Martha Schwartz I Hate nature / ‘Aluminati’ installation in the courtyard of the Kjarval is a nice critic of the horrid environmental degradation happening at the hands of Alcoa and corrupt government officials who are selling the landscape to make aluminum smelters and the dams which are necessary to power them.

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also wander down to the harbor to take some photos. observing with irony that the whale-watching ships are docked immediately across the pier from the whaling ships — a fact which no doubt escapes most tourists as the signage is not easily interpretable. anyone from Greenpeace would know. (heh, Simmi tells the joke, my favorite meal is whale meat with green peas…)

managed to get over to Seltjarnarnes to visit with Edda, Stefan’s mum, who now has a flat in the same place that Jón and Helga lived some years back.

not much interesting to write about here. haven’t gotten many of the sound files that I have picked up over the couple weeks online yet. as usual, behind the flowing times. months, years behind on all this — picking up, accreting material observations, when to start the reverse process to dis-engage with this acquisition obsession? rhetorical questions. to scatter into a text of frequent error and mis-apprehension.

Nan Hoover 1931-2008


I am shocked to hear via Raul that Nan Hoover just passed away. I had just talked to her on the telephone back in April she was just back in town after setting up her show in Salzburg, and we were going to get together after not crossing paths for some years. lung cancer and the ensuing chemo took her away in five weeks.

A condolences site is set up.

we first met through a very bizarre coincidence back in 1991 or so. MB and I were traveling in Germany and were up in Düsseldorf for a day, I don’t recall why. we were in the neighborhood of the Academy, so I thought it would be interesting to see this place where Nam June Paik (was teaching) and Joseph Beuys (had taught). the place was empty as we wandered around the halls. at some point I saw a name tag on a door that said Nan Hoover, and I recognized the name as this American video/performance artist. it was the only door with a Light shining out from under, so I knocked. Nan answered the door and I introduced myself mentioning right off that I was from Iceland and was at the Icelandic Academy teaching electronic media. she practically fell over. she and her student assistant, Paschutan Buzari had just at that moment been talking about the trip they were planning to Iceland, and that they didn’t have any direct contacts at the Academy. needless to say, a synchronous event which was a nice start to our connection. I subsequently did much of the ground logistics for the two week trip. the photo above is a group portrait of Nan (with some of her students and Icelandic friends along with MB and Loki (who was at that moment all of 5 days old!)). It was taken on the top of Perlan in Reykjavík. I hosted the student group at the Icelandic Academy where we had a nice collective happening at the end of their visit. and before that some field trips and visions of the Northern Lights among other activities. Nan and the students stayed in a couple flats that the Academy had right behind our house on Holmgardi. I arranged for her to do a screening and public talk at the Nylistasafn in Reykjavík as well. I later went to Düsseldorf a number of times to visit with her classes, as well as meeting her back in Amsterdam a few times.

re-reading the letters I was sending to Nan back then, somewhere packed away in the archive are her letters to me. her work is profoundly energized and a fundamental exploration of Light and change (the video and installation work). I would really like to get to Salzburg to see the show that she is sharing with Bill Viola. I never saw any of her live performance work. time passing. life passing.

A memory of standing in early autumn darkness in Reykjavik, behind my house, watching the Aurora Borealis with Nan and some of her students. Years later, she leaves us, and it occurs to me that through all the ways that she manifest for us, she was explicitly revealing the nature of Light as a process of living and of life. Black absorbs the energy of Light: she spent her life re-radiating that Light in a variety of splendid forms for us to be inspired by. Her vision of Light is profound and it thankfully resonates through all those who encountered her or her work. Thank you Nan for that and for our last phone call.

Radio Memories

Brandon releases another book exploring sound and life:

Radio makes an impression, casting songs far and wide to end up on innumerable receivers, within countless ears. This instant of reception inserts a soundtrack to physical location and the encounters happening, intensifying music’s ability to give emotional charge.

Inviting people from around the world to send in their radio memories – of songs overheard at special moments in their lives – Radio Memory is a collection of stories revealing highly personal experiences that in turn speak toward a larger cultural picture. Are such memories partially created by the songs themselves, rather than being strictly supplements to them? In what way does radio play a part in leaving marks on the psyche? And what may a catalog of radio memories reveal about the musical landscape?

Cataloging the memories, Radio Memory is an artist project by Brandon LaBelle. Initiated in 2005 and continuing today, the book documents the artist’s related installations, along with a CD of new work, making a small testament to the power of transmission. Including additional contributions by curator and theorist Bastien Gallet and Carmen Cebreros Urzaiz.

day three – rain


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It ends up that we two are the only ones to take a sound walk. The rain started last night and continues most of the day. She takes me to her favorite church, the one without any gold, because gold doesn’t have anything to do with God. She genuflects deeply on entering, on leaving. It is pouring rain, she wants to go get some boots on at her house so that we can walk to her favorite place along the river. The cobble road is flooded and we use our umbrellas to block the splashing from cars as they noisily drive past. She walks ahead of me. The door to her flat doesn’t work properly, so she has to call her room mate to open it from the inside. It’s dark, there is a cat. It is warm, humid inside. I have to take my sunglasses off to see everything. The rain drums on the windows.

Outside, the water drains into a hole in the ground right next to a manhole cover. Later, we go to look at the river which has risen at least half a meter since morning. Then we slowly walk back to the workshop space to continue preparing for the DIY plug-in-party happening tonight.


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Food, equipment, installations. The students are enthusiastic and energized despite the sporadic and unfocused situation. Day slides into evening, and the party begins (or continues).

tea

gusts and streamers of corn snow bounce past the windowsill, bringing the imagined shivering anticipation of heading out to shop for groceries. finally finished with the tin of Turkish Tomurcuk Earl Grey tea. it was good, but a disappointment compared to the long-leaf Ceylonese also available at the Turkish supermarket around the corner from Mindaugas’ place. I bought the tin because is was smaller than the huge kilo boxes of long-leaf. can’t decide now whether to pick up a small quantity of finer tea, or what. last month I picked up a stainless steel tea brewer that holds probably three or four regular cups of water. I’ve been brewing a full container each morning for the pre-noon writing session, drinking by the sip the whole time practically, tea with whole milk. necessary practice just to keep hands warm. otherwise I have to wear half-gloves — the relative lack of finger motion (am I not writing enough?) chills the hands. so, it is an integral part of the writing process that seems to be happening here. whether or not it is successful, I cannot say until I spin the text out into the wider spaces of network. that’s about to happen as I am working on the conclusions while refining the precursor parts of the overall text.

and in the time I write this, blue sky arrives. squall weather like in Iceland. ripping through. and vanishing without a trace.

I head out for a trip to the grocery. it is cold, but the trip down is with the wind, and I travel between squalls. I’m in a quandary over which tea to get now. bags are three times the cost of bulk, but they have only large 250 gram bags of bulk, so the total price is steep. and also, since I again focus on Earl Grey, though I wouldn’t mind a custom mix with some Lapsang Souchong or Russian, the bergamot in the Earl Grey is very volatile, so a large bag will lose its flavor unless it is used quickly. hmmm. but the price point drives me these days on as tight a budget that I am. so, big bag of Earl Grey. so it goes. looking forward to the first cup after the end of the Turkish stuff.

yesterday, a touristic walk around the Reichstag and Tiergarten area with Marie-Hélène. clearly a major holiday, most shops closed except for cafes. and hundreds of people out walking despite the chilly weather. the line was too long to go up into the dome, so we wandered down to the HKW to take in Song Dong’s installation, then back to the Holocaust Memorial via the Brandenberg Gate (past the guy dressed in full buckskins and a faux-Sioux war bonnet playing some kind of generic indigenous flute music with a back-up sound system and generator. just too weird for me. the Euro-obsession with an imagined and imaginary cowboy-and-indian culture in the mythological West of Hollywood is mostly over the top and with no connection to reality.)

I find myself frequently (at least in mind) making the comparison between Washington, D.C., and Berlin. as Imperial centers (in different phases of dominance).

re-asia

head to the HKW for another opening, this time an Asian exhibition, Re-Imagining Asia. happen to run into Stephen, and will get together with him later in the month to catch up on things. aside from the numerous online events I’ve jumped into when he was at V2, I haven’t seen him f2f since Tornio in 1999 or so when he and Nina came through with a collection of Canadian experimental films that they screened to an unsuspecting audience at the Polytech. they were on their way further north researching their Aurora project. will have to ask him about what happened to that.

the most intriguing work there not simply how it dominated the entire space, but for the work it was, especially reflecting the previous evening at Alnatura. the work, Wu jin qi young, translated as Waste Not, by artist Song Dong, is a collaboration with his mother:

On 28 February 2008, the Chinese artist Song Dong, from the People’s Republic of China, started erecting his room-filling installation ‘Waste Not’ in the Foyer of the House of World Cultures. It is his parents’ house, which fell victim to urban planning in China and is now being reconstructed together with its entire inventory in the Foyer.

Wu jin qi young describes the philosophy of life of an entire generation of ordinary people in China who have grown up with the experience of war, expulsion, starvation and constant shortages of goods. Song Dong’s mother belongs to this generation. And one can imagine all the things that have accumulated in her house over the decades. When his father died in 2002 and his mother was filled by despair as a result, Song Dong tells us: “Art was my last hope. And by helping me with my art, my mother was gradually able to shake off her sorrows.” The two of them worked together on the concept for “Waste Not.” This not only helped his mother to work through her problems, but also to emancipate herself from a household that was growing out of control. The result is both impressive and depressing, with the seemingly countless toys, items of clothing, buttons, ballpoint pens, cupboards, remnants of materials, bags, pots, tubs, toothpaste tubes, etc. are lined up alongside one another like stock. In the Song Dong’s hands, the entire construction becomes an artifact; he creates multilayer archives full of obsolete Chinese products and manifestations of past living conditions.

we are suspended in a sea of stuff. certainly the Confucian pathway would show some relief, eh? imagine a similar house in the US, that generation is almost gone in the US, the ones who grew up in the Great Depression. but perhaps another will come down the long road of history along which we spend a little time.

As-Sahab

Jan has this installation and documentation Black Cloud — with a nice remix of Lebanese radio that he gathered during a recent visit there — Love is in the Air.

Man kann nicht nicht kommunizieren! — Paul Watzlawick

ubicomp

Inane story on NPR, dancing around the hype of ubiquitous computing (still?) — With the installation of a network of sensors on house plants that will send wifi info to their owner about their condition.

Who sets up this network? Who maintains it? Who interacts with it? When and why is it interacted with? Under what conditions is it necessary to interact with it? Or is it ever necessary to interact with it? Those people who are so interested in spreading digital networks somehow forget the necessity of manufacturing, deployment, installation, configuration, and, especially, maintenance. Not to mention the actual (life-)time necessary to interact with the data being gathered, tweaking it if necessary (or even possible) into a form that is understandable and usable to the idiosyncratic self, NOT the generic Everyman (who is the Grail of the data collectors).

These questions point back to the cultural (d)evolution which mandates a rolling over of systems from localized individual control to a centralized social command-and-control. Now, a big argument used by the ubicomp community is that the existence of these networks liberates the localized Everyman from the drudgery of some localized chore or another. Watering house plants, in this case. But there is a hidden factor — the subsequent reliance of the individual on the centralized system of production and (standardized control) — which creates and deploys these devices. It costs money to have these devices. And the greater the deployment, the larger the social infrastructure necessary to produce and deploy these devices and systems. Think, for example, of the mining and basic industry that provides the raw materials that go into the construction of the machines used to make and deliver the devices. The individual consequently must be participating in this larger system in order to receive the device. To participate in that system requires a payment of (life-)time (converted in the grind of social production to cash). So the (life-)time freed-up by the device is more than consumed by the (life-)time drawn from the individual in this general participatory process. Think of working at a long-term job so that you have the long-term income to pay for the apartment where you have the house plants. Stability is a core value here to consider here as well — without long-term stability (a stable environment), exotic house plants are imperiled. To have house plants assumes this long-term stability (which the social system relies on!). So not only is this further reliance on the deployed ubicomp system NOT about liberation — it is the opposite — it is about a subtle enslavement to a greater social system for which instability is anathema. The drawing-off of the lifetime (and life energy) of the individual into that social system is the primary source of power for the centralized social system.

All of this is on a sliding scale. But assuming that condition, there likely is a certain tipping point where one might go too far and not have the possibility of retrieving individual autonomy. Where is this point? Have we reached it? Clearly it is different in different social systems, despite the healthy state of global systems which draw their energy from widely-dispersed humans. Tolerance for autonomy is different in different socio-cultural systems. Intolerance for instability is generally higher in more organized systems (which came first, the need for organization or the intolerance for instability and dis-order?)

Oog

finally getting around to a good look at Oog, a curatorial project by Dutch artist Nanette Hoogslags curates at Volkskrant, a major Dutch daily newspaper. I happened to meet her for the first time when I was in Amsterdam last March when I had dinner with she and her husband, network activist David Garcia, an acquaintance of mine. Nanette comments on the current state of the project:

Oog is a commentary and opinion platform for the online edition of De Volkskrant, a major Dutch daily national newspaper. It began in September 2004 as a platform where every week a different artist working in sound and image is asked to respond to news and current affairs. The selection of artists participating has grown into a varied group of national and international artists working with very different forms of expertise and approaches. In this way, artists are using their skills to become commentators on events in a news environment. After each week, the work is placed in the archives, making the Oog collection accessible as a whole.
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here ya have it

opening of art at artspace — squat-cum-respectable-art-establishment (i.e., British Council funding) with art — sculpture, installation (Craig Fisher and Debra Swan), performance (Spartacus Chetwynd), media (Wade Marynowsky),

free drinks (bottled beer and white wine), appropriate speeches by appropriate personages, another token Koori using clap sticks, folks meeting and greeting. social interaction. what it’s all about. the collective reinforcement of acceptability, of collective acceptance of individual expression. ritual of coming-of-age. of be-coming in the social sphere: a remix.

drought is extreme in the Murray-Darling Basin of south-central Australia. all irrigation and use other than municipal domestic consumption will be halted by June if there is not significant rainfall in the next two weeks. this is the equivalent of the San Joaquin Valley of California in terms of the Australian national production of farm consumables. the Prime Minister calls for rain prayers. and a Federal take-over of the entire national water resource system. states-rights? doubtful.

Mr. Summers

a tour around to the Netherlands Architectural Institute where Rod is gardening for the Edible City exhibition/installation (which happened to have some of the nice ceramic work by Piet Stockmans). Rod leads a wander through the old town, starting with Hell’s Gate, and on to Heaven for a few minutes where I chat with the head of the local growers cooperative.

the balance of the day is spent listening to, talking about Rod’s work, and the work of others who we know. an artist’s artist, Rod can’t be bothered to take any pause in making work and keep human connections running to worry about creating a web presence. though there is some of his work is on ubuweb, put up by a collaborator, Jesse Glass, as is a good wiki page, such a wealth of material would be an inspiration to a broader public, methinks.

amazon bonanza

crossing another path with sharedj people — Martin and Jürgen of the Bremen crew. turns out Jürgen participated in difusion 2002 using iVisit — he was doing some crazy things with the video image he was sending, and I remember that the students were really intrigued with his mysterious presence…

but the first time in a smoky German bar is too much for me. horrible environment. the Germans are on the verge of passing a law to cut off smoking in public places as have other European states have already passed — Norway, Ireland, Italy, France. it’s about time. head back to Frieder & Susi’s place.

wow, and I made all of $0.69 on Amazon referrals last month from my reading list of books and other media that has crossed my radar lately. I can retire now.

earlier, breakfast at Kuku, and a stop by the Kunsthalle, Frieder gets me in free (as Icelandic/Finnish artist union member) to look at the work of Annamaria and Marzio Sala. interesting, but not compelling. one video installation is absolutely juvenile and would not stand in a bachelors-level class. strange. hanging out in the permanent John Cage sonic installation work Essay.

places, sounds, words

portrait, Sirpa, Mission 17 Gallery, San Francisco, California, June 2005

make a blitz into downtown to meet Sirpa and check out her exhibition in the Mission. we met nearby at her friend Alice’s home and drive down to the gallery, the Mission 17 Gallery. parking is a hassle, with my boat-length pick-up. not used to driving it in compact urban settings. walk down Mission, thinking that this setting is almost identical to Brixton in London when I was there with Pete. urban complexity, noise, confusing information flows, mixed cultural impulses, chaotic surface intersections and orientations.
more “places, sounds, words”

tape beatles

about to have a meeting with Lloyd Dunn, a networker from the US who a few years back fled the regime and settled in Prague. we’ve never met f2f before, but have had contact through the MailArt network since sometime in the late 1980’s. he one of the Tape Beatles and the editor of the classic ‘zine PhotoStatic. very interesting to be able to compare notes on our similar creative backgrounds, pathways, and situations.

but first head to the perpetually crowded Tesco, chaotic but almost silent, long check-out lines. a rough-looking fellow in one line hands me an empty shopping basket. I’m surprised at this, though it is a necessary process for anyone coming into the store — more shoppers than baskets. and a stop in at Galerie Václava Špály on a powerful exhibition put on by the Právo na krajinu (Right to Landscape) movement in cooperation with the Ochrana Fauny Ceské Republiky (Czech Wildlife Protection Association). one floor was devoted to individual works in shopping carts, some of them containing sharp and sometimes harsh critiques of consumerism. I wasn’t supposed to make any photos, but got one. on the lower floor, there was a powerful installation by Miroslav Páral of a series of full-size sinks made out of enlarged dental castings of a lower jaw done in what appeared to be lead. inscribed in the lead were texts about consuming. the lower walls covered with roughly black-painted canvas. unfortunately a gallery guard followed me down, so I couldn’t make a photo of that. maybe they thought I was going to steal a sink.

Lloyd comes by FAMU at 1400 and we head out for a walking tour of the old town. plenty of tourists. recalling the distressing afternoon with Sanna here, and the warm evenings. those while-back years ago. dark and rainy. warm in the hotel room. interior heating is an extravagance. anyway, tea and a dinner with Lloyd.

The [R][R][F] – Bremen Group/Germany presents the ENDLOSFILM

ENDLOSFILM performance, online and Bremen, Germany, December 2004

Martin invites me to jump into this live event in Bremen while I am in Arizona. It’s a bit of a trick — between lousy bandwidth and other technical infrastructure issues, but I still have access to the Kiasma and Waag QuickTime servers, so it’s not impossible to get a signal out to the club there in Bremen where Andreas Genz does a live trombone improv along with my pixelated, herky-jerky visuals and digested sounds.

Hafnarborg

a trip to Hafnarfjördur to the city exhibition space yesterday, Hafnarborg to see the show that Valgerdur organized and put up with a couple of print maker colleagues. the Italian artist, Paolo Ciampini’s work shows much skill in a variety of mark-making techniques, but with a few exceptions, the subject seems banal, with the work in the larger gallery upstairs far out-stripping the rest in the lower gallery. of Valgerdur’s installation: the visceral quality of the hanging substrate suggests the various accretions of time on skin, while the sonic background sustains the viewer’s motion in relation to the object fields. the slabs of black basalt ground the embodied self as it moves through the Cartesian space while the etched basalt pebbles exert a field of visual gravity — enabling a kind of orbiting passage through the psychic space — good feng shui! Deborah Cornell’s work complements the overall show, although there is an overtly cerebral — with definitive Amurikan elements — where art is posed in opposition to competing (academic) “fields of inquiry” — in this case, big, bad science.

today is of travel and movement, starting late in the day and ending up much later, in the early morning. but arriving in Trondheim with only minor inconveniences.