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/dev/random / Re: Whatcha listening to?
« on: April 06, 2015, 01:55:50 PM »
Hello old pals. :D

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/dev/random / Re: Whatcha listening to?
« on: September 05, 2010, 04:29:13 AM »
^^ That was funny...

Here's a video I came across... Beautiful piece of music and mesmerizing animation.

I'm tempted to agree with you that this video isn't all that brutal, but that may be a case of  desensitization. While I watched it, I thought of the tens of thousands of pets that are euthanized each day, sometimes in a much more inhumane way (heard of the gas chambers?). But just because shit like that (and worse) happens all the time doesn't mean it isn't brutal, I suppose.

What's probably most disturbing is that the girl in the video doesn't seem to mind doing this at all. You'd expect that from shelters personnel who do that daily, not from a young girl.
In fact, it looks like she's enjoying it: "Creative" tosses, she's smiling, and she thought it'd be a good idea to film this -why?
Although it is true that it could have been much worse, I don't think that makes her any less of a soulless sadist. (Here I am judging someone I know from a 1 minute video  ::))

Have you seen the documentary Earthlings? You may want to look at this excerpt about pets. The whole thing is worth a watch IMO.

Also related (maybe): Who goes Nazi?, written in 1941.

/dev/random / Re: The last movie you saw....
« on: September 01, 2010, 08:37:52 AM »
Mr. Nobody

Download it, watch it, then thank me later.

Jokes / Re: Funny videos
« on: March 18, 2010, 05:51:22 PM »

Jokes / Re: Funny videos
« on: March 12, 2010, 06:57:17 PM »

Jokes / Re: Funny videos
« on: March 10, 2010, 10:07:55 PM »

/dev/random / Re: The illusion machine
« on: February 25, 2010, 05:10:15 PM »
Impressive, yes, that's the word. And a little bit scary too.

How far we've gone, how real and crisp it looks.
Not so long ago (in the 80's and early 90's,) that kind of technique gave rather ridiculous results; today, we can pretty much fake reality, to some extent. I wonder what's next, but I don't really want to find out....

Anyway, that reminds me of those video's about our "exponential times."


In the meantime, commercial jetpaks are finally coming! No joke!  ;D

/dev/random / Re: Hot bitches
« on: February 25, 2010, 04:42:42 PM »

Tarantino again, unintentional!

/dev/random / The illusion machine
« on: February 24, 2010, 02:46:37 PM »

PS: Looks like this forum could use a "worth watching/cool videos" thread. Did I miss it?

poetry / essays / short stories? / Performance art
« on: February 17, 2010, 04:12:46 PM »
This is a great post Roger Ebert did on a piece by a performance artist, remembering it from his younger days.
Since I enjoyed reading it, I thought I'd share it here. It's been mildly cut, but the full story and pics are at the link.


In 1975 an artist named Chris Burden announced that he would lay down on the floor beneath a large sheet of plate glass on the floor of the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago. He did not say what he would do then. I covered that story for the paper, not because it was assigned, but because the concept held an eerie fascination for me. It still does. I have no idea what he was trying to prove. But, surely, he was proving something?

I recently had occasion to read The Hunger Artist, by Franz Kafka. It involves a sideshow performer who goes without food for long, long periods of time. This becomes a futile exercise, because while he's starving there's nothing much to see, and most people assume he isn't really starving; a man need only be thin to lock himself in a cage and say he is fasting. Who watches him at night or when the show is moving to another town? The story has a famous ending that is savage in its implacability. I've linked to it below...

Reading Kafka, I was reminded of the article I wrote about Chris Burden, and looked it up. It engaged and perplexed me. I will quote from it here, and then in italics I will think some more about Chris Burden.

¶ At 8:20 p.m., the body artist Chris Burden entered a large gallery of the Museum of Contemporary Art, did not look at his audience of 400 or more, set a clock for midnight, and lay down on the floor beneath a large sheet of plate glass that was angled against the wall. So commenced on April 11 a deceptively simple piece of conceptual art that would eventually involve the imaginations of thousands of Chicagoans who had never heard of Burden, would cause the museum to fear for Burden's life, and would end at a time and in a way that Burden did not remotely anticipate.

The piece began in a sense a month earlier, when I was interviewing Burden at the Arts Club of Chicago in the company of Ira Licht, the museum's curator. At that time Burden had just completed a piece in a New York art gallery that involved his living for three weeks on a triangular platform set so high against one of the gallery's walls that no one could see for sure if he was really up there. He took no nourishment except celery juice. The piece had been spooky, mystical, Burden was saying. There had been something infuriating, for some of the visitors to the gallery, in the notion that a human presence was up there in the shadows under the ceiling, not speaking, not doing anything, just waiting.

Some of the visitors tried to take running jumps up the wall in an attempt to see Burden, or a hand, or a shoe, or a couple of eyeballs in the darkness. Others took it on trust that he was there. Burden heard one young man telling his friend that the feeling in the gallery was almost spiritual: "He can hear us, and he doesn't answer, but he can't help's like God."

It is like God, in a way, in its detachment. It is also infuriating. There was no way to see if Burden really was up there. He could have slipped away the first night and checked into a hotel, and the piece would have been precisely the same from the point of view of the gallery visitors. So, too, is the presence or absence of God. What difference does it make? If there were God, would there be more good in the world? If there were not a God, more evil? What we believe is sometimes more important than what we can see. Visitors to the gallery believed that Chris Burden was out of sight on the shelf.


At 8:20, Burden entered the gallery, set the clock for midnight and laid down under the glass. He was wearing a Navy blue sweater and pants, and jogging shoes. He let his hands rest easily at his sides and looked up at the ceiling, blinking occasionally. He could not see the clock.

The audience perhaps expected more. There was a pregnant period of silence, about 10 minutes, and when at the end of it nothing else had happened, there were a few loud whistles and sporadic outbursts of clapping. Burden did not react. At various times during the next two hours, audience members tried to approach Burden with advice, greetings, exhortations, and a red carnation. They were politely but firmly kept away by the museum attendants. A girl threw her brassiere at the glass; it was taken away by a smiling guard. At 10:30 p.m., when I left, the crowd had dwindled down to perhaps 100. I came back to the Sun-Times to write a mildly quizzical article, and then called Alene Valkanas, the museum's publicist, to ask if Burden was still on the floor.

"Yes, he is," she said. "It's a really strange scene here right now. There are about 40 people left, and they're all very quiet. Burden doesn't move. It was more like a circus before; but now it's more like a shrine...very mysterious and beautiful."

I returned to the office and filed the story with a pre-written editor's note: "At (fill in the time and day), Chris Burden ended his self-imposed vigil." The editor's note was never to run. I left to meet some friends for a drink, and we talked about Burden and what he was up to. There was the suggestion that this was another of his danger pieces, that eventually someone would become impatient enough to throw something at the plate glass and break it, that Burden's immobility was an impudent invitation of violence toward himself. Nobody had a better idea.

O'Rourke's Pub was crowded, happy and noisy, but I felt my thoughts being pulled back to that vast, empty gallery with the sheet glass leaning against one wall. At 1:15 a.m., I went to the pay telephone and called Alene. She said Burden was still on the floor. I said the hell with it and drove back downtown to the museum. Burden had not moved.

Two of the museum guards still remained. One of them, Herman Peoples, would become so involved in the piece that he would voluntarily share the vigil with Burden, vowing not to leave until it was over. There was a television reporter, Rich Samuels of WMAQ, sitting on a mat of foam rubber, and a young couple who left soon after I arrived. Two banks of spotlights illuminated Burden against the wall, and the other lights had been turned out; a zaftig nude by Gaston Lachaise lounged in the shadows.

"He doesn't move except for what look like isometric flexings," Alene Valkanas said "He flexes his fingers sometimes, and once in a while you can see his toes flexing." Burden seemed removed to a great distance. He was not asleep. There was no way to tell if he was in a meditative trance, or had hypnotized himself, or was fully aware of his surroundings. After an hour, I left very quietly, as if from a church.

The next day I planned to drive down to Urbana. Before I left I called the museum. It was noon; Burden had still not moved, the museum said. Fifteen hours and 40 minutes. During the drive downstate, my thoughts kept returning to him, and I wondered what he was thinking and how he felt, and if he was thirsty, and if he had to piss. The radio stations had picked up on the piece by now, and were inserting progress reports on their newscast. Disc jockeys were finding the whole thing hilarious.

On Sunday, driving back to Chicago, I stopped at the Standard Oil truck stop in Gilman to call the museum. Burden had not moved. The time was 2:30 p.m. Forty-two hours and ten minutes. I came into the office, where I learned that Ira Licht and other museum authorities were consulting specialists to determine whether Burden's life was in danger. A urologist said no one could go more than perhaps 48 hours without urinating and not risk uremic poisoning. Burden hadn't had anything to drink, but that was not a problem at the moment, apparently; since he was not exercising he would not dehydrate dangerously in only two days.

Alene Valkanas called at a little before 6 p.m.

"The piece ended at 5:20," she said. Forty-five hours. "We felt a moral obligation not to interfere with Burden's intentions, but we felt we couldn't stand by and allow him to do serious physical harm to himself. There was a possibility he was in such a deep trance that he didn't have control over his will. We decided to place a pitcher of water next to his head and see if he would drink from it. The moment we put the water down, Chris got up, walked into the next room, returned with a hammer and a sealed envelope, and smashed the clock, stopping it."

The envelope contained Burden's explanation of the piece. It consisted, he had written, of three elements: The clock, the glass, and himself. The piece would continue, he said, until the museum staff acted on one of the three elements. By providing the pitcher of water, they had done so.

"I was prepared to lie in this position indefinitely," he wrote. "The responsibility for ending the piece rested with the museum staff but they were always unaware of this crucial aspect." The piece had been titled "Doomed."

The idea for the piece, Burden explained later, had come during our lunch with Licht: "I thought, if he's concerned about how long the piece will be, I'll do a piece in which he has complete control over the length."

"My God," Alene Valkanas said. "All we had to do was end it ourselves, and we thought the rules of the piece required us to do nothing."

About Chris Burden I have little doubt. He was fully prepared to remain prone under the glass for an indefinite period of time. Like the Hunger Artist, his performance was life itself. He had removed his own choice from the equation. If he had remained on the floor for days or weeks and then died, well, that would have been how the piece ended. He had turned over his life and will to exterior forces....

"I thought perhaps the piece would last several hours," Burden said. "I thought maybe they'd come up and say, okay, Chris, it's 2 a.m. and everybody's gone home and the guards are on overtime and we have to close up. That would have ended the piece, and I would have broken the clock, recording the elapsed time.

On the first night, when I realized they weren't going to stop the piece, I was pleased and impressed that they had placed the integrity of the piece ahead of the institutional requirements of the museum.

"On the second night, I thought, my God, don't they care anything at all about me? Are they going to leave me here to die?"

In gathering art and video for this entry, I discovered something that rather surprised me. Burden had made no particular effort to photograph or film his performance pieces. The photos that exist are of low quality, suggesting snapshots by casual visitors. Some of the video was done by news organizations. When David Blaine is frozen into a block of ice or buried alive, he is always visible, and takes care that his performance is documented. For Chris Burden, I believe, the experience is what remains. His experience, and ours. Continuing as an artist, he eventually ended his body art, and became a teacher. For some years he has refused to discuss that period in his life.



Tastycast - / Re: KING OF THE HILL Event!
« on: December 19, 2009, 10:02:35 AM »
I watched a good portion of it yesterday, pretty enjoyable, and the last battle on dm1 was fun!

Jehar, I really like the pak that you use, any chance to get a copy of it?

PS: an audio only broadcasting would have been nice: I had to watch the video broadcast in windowed mode (because my cpu is too slow).
I'd rather connect to the server and just listen to a streaming audio (which I couldn't do last night: vid broadcast + q2 = laggy).

Made my day  :beer:

Thanks Jehar!

/dev/random / I blame Sim City
« on: November 22, 2009, 01:57:57 PM »

I predicted this would happen about 10 years ago.  You just can’t let the kids that grew up playing strategy games into Town Planning University.
They should have been heavily vetting all applications from 2001 onwards. Now I fear it’s too late.

I bet the next time I go to the doctor he measures my life bar and examines my hit points.


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