STREAM OF THOUGHT RANDOM INTERNET CRACK PROCRASTINATOR FOUND FROM WRITING LAST YEAR AND UPDATED WITH YOUTUBE PLAYLIST

What about a tee pee that doesn’t look like a tee pee but only functions like one, surface out and substance in, so sick of derivative indie rock looks squiggles and fetish of the thin wavering voice.

…trance passion that is knowingly cheesy and I don’t care, one must be sincere! Gabba gabba Dutch style rave do.

disparate connections:
Watching twin peaks again caused me to youtube david lynch clips, for I wanted to see my husband’s face again…anyway, following the loop downward spiral of clicking link after link after link it lead me to an especially wacky one of his transcendental meditation lectures in Berlin where this raja cum adolf Hitler sympathist became like an unstaged performance piece. The whole time I was watching twin peaks through my cold coupled with jonathan meese performance videos from the CFA website… I am an art nerd even in baths and strepsils no no I do not ever take breaks.
Then at the next tangent I looked up the very sexy Joan Chen from her role in the last emperor, utube sure is one holographic ephiphany connecter. The song I have been looking for so long, wondering who made the orginal and assuming it might be some Chinese classic (the one Anita Mui covered way back when) is composed by world music version of DAVID BYRNE. Jesus how could I have known as a child. So Cantopop refers back even to him too in the ‘West’, not just Wham! careless whispers renditions….

Other things that come to mind as I think of the possibilities of letter writing and postcards:
Paul mcmahon postcard series 1975 it’s very cool
Also postcard projects by gilbert and george and on kawara

And on another note, my inner 90s radical postmodern feminist has been agitating me to do something a little more rad again, let’s really try to overthrow the patriarchy once more gals and dudes, put up those machine guns! (More on that in a future article)

When I am at home in Scarborough I realize just how much suburban reality magnifies the way I am mediated through screens…cell phone tv computer screens, video game screens, movie screens, cooking show screens, Cathy and Kathy smoke screens… I also realize the neurosis of incessant pipe dreams playing on my brother’s iphone (now sassily renamed toobz). I think it was in Artforum that I once read that Seoul had the highest density of internet users because it had the highest density of LED mediated architectural facades.
Update to 2010: Other things I blissfully took breaks with on youtube this week while trying to work on my LAP TOP, I am so not a computer savvy so this is an arena that my stress becomes slightly relieved. yeeesh I cant wait until I find a place to start painting again….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqFl1HPrxOQ&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNNZL6MReWo&p=959D89662BBF1496&playnext=1&index=11
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90iaLaPMa9g
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyUjYJ5qdcU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtD5dxTcXm4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FACTx6fhpLc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJPNUjcrWSE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU8DDYz68kM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXb6bjCCtuY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3ntELm03G4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvgEIbj50gQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rg4h62H6jk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a57PrFzTfYY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kujnl4Dys7s
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0U-M9W4nKw

And like street fashion was to catwalks in the 90s onward, the Guggenheim museum has taken note the merits of you-tube as an artistic cultural phenomenon. Lovely to hear that my pal James B’s animation ‘I met the Walrus’ is shortlisted on this. Surreal that he was also nominated for an oscar when it first came out, shit. At some point in his life he was from Scarbs too, represent babe! If you want to know more about that:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/09/20/huffpost-arts-top-ten-pic_n_732578.html

MICHELLE AT THE POWERPLANT

Time has flown; this has been my summer of being a slave to children so it has taken me some time to recover my regular self again…

Just before I left Brooklyn in June, I was surprised by an email from a great friend whom I have not seen in a long time, the one and only Michelle Williams Gamaker. She had invited me to the press opening of the Adaptation group show at the Power Plant of which she was part. Michelle is an artist from London, currently working again in Amsterdam, and was one of the first people I met when I moved to Europe five years ago. I remember landing like a crackpot off the plane with two giant suitcases and no idea where I was, and she took care of me by letting me crash in her house with Zen and Kim, and kept me welcome there during the same time that Gary and his amazing crazy Polish girlfriend Anya were also visiting, it was a real full house with such bustling winter energy. Aside from the diversely chill intellectual conversation, I distinctly remember it being the only time I had tasted smoked vodka! (from Poland)… I also remember Michelle’s voice back then exclaiming ‘I feel like I’m getting a mass-age’ while trying to watch some insane quiz show about magic on television after her, Anya and I made a trip of perusing a smart shop two days after my arrival.

Anyway, In the time I have not seen her, she has completed her PhD at Goldsmiths, gotten married, and just co-directed a feature length entitled ‘Mère Folle’ with Mieke Bal. Woof! I miss you dear and hope to see you again soon <3

Happily, I managed to catch Adaptation just before it closed on Sept 12. It was a really nice summer show, with an accessible theme (albeit a little far stretched at times) of what I understood to be an exploration of pseudo-animalism in contemporary culture. I have seen Michelle’s myriad documentary projects in the past, but never her performative work. What she showed here was a video where she is filmed playing dead, whereby her pet dogs sniff and lick her all with a slow motion edit. It’s so uncomfortable to watch because I have never seen her so passive, and it’s all made to seem romantically bestial! The same uncanny feeling arises when my dog tries to clean my hand.

If you want to know more about this fabulous woman:
http://www.michellewilliamsgamaker.com/Home.html

IRONIC HERITAGE COMMERCIAL

I am a Canadian who tends to admit my nationality quite sheepishly.  I’m not fiercely proud, but I am very appreciative...

Anyway, upon coming home this summer, I was surprised by a new installment of an old-time favourite - on tv in the form of a commercial was my Toronto husband, the one and only Marshall McLuhan, on the Canadian Heritage Minutes!

By being so campy… Heritage Minutes are sixty second dramatizations that illustrate important moments in Canadian History. This was introduced to television in 1991 so they have been a part of my upbringing as much as ParticipAction ads. Without them the general public would never have known that Canadians (not anyone else and not, ahem, Americans basically) are responsible for inventing Superman, basketball, and get this – Standardized Time.  It was an attempt to articulate the difference between Canadian and American identity.

However, it’s intent on instilling patriotic virtues in the citizen’s everyday life is betrayed by low production value, theatrical wardrobe choices and bad acting. And the fact that the medium IS a one-minute television commercial. Zing! *Drum roll and Cymbal*