Sunday, May 29, 2005
The latest installation of street art pics can be found here . Enjoy!
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Here's a shot of work done last week.
"Anyone who would do this to their body must have a fetish for pain" a friend said to me the other day as we browsed the Russian Criminal Tattoo Encyclopedia together. Hmm.... Well, if I do, it's news to me. Maybe I just don't know the difference between anticipation and dread.
"Anyone who would do this to their body must have a fetish for pain" a friend said to me the other day as we browsed the Russian Criminal Tattoo Encyclopedia together. Hmm.... Well, if I do, it's news to me. Maybe I just don't know the difference between anticipation and dread.
Monday, May 23, 2005
This past Friday I caught a concert at Grace Church here in NYC. The first half was music from Randall Thompson and the second half was a selection of original pieces by one of the conductors, all of it a cappella. I had an epiphany halfway through the concert about the nature of singing. A group of people on stage, by way of synchronization/coordination of their breathing and bodily movements, produce vibrations - and these vibrations produce in the minds of the audience members such wondrous emotions, thoughts and imagery. It sounds rather complex when you say it that way. I'm sure that others would react with trepidation or skepticism if I claimed to have created a device which emits certain rays, and these rays can cause in humans fits of ecstasy or sorrow. Yet this curious device, commonly know as a "loudspeaker", is ubiquitous. (sidebar: sometimes it's easy to overlook the etymology of a word like "loud-speaker" even though it seems glaringly obvious). More amazing still, the act of singing couldn't be more natural. Even the birds and the crickets know the secrets of song. Anyway - fascinating stuff. Small miracles of our everyday existence..
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Sunday, May 15, 2005
First, a shot of work done on 5/8/05 on my right thigh.
And here's the 3rd installment of pics in my quest to document street art.
05/15/2005 Gallery
And here's the 3rd installment of pics in my quest to document street art.
05/15/2005 Gallery
Sunday, May 08, 2005
I've been taking pictures of the local street art here in Williamsburg, so I threw together some quick-and-dirty photo galleries if anyone is interested. Faile, Bast, Swoon, Neckface, and the rest of the usual suspects are represented.
05/08/05 Pics
04/28/05 Pics
I also fixed the ability to add comments to posts, and enabled the post emailing feature.
05/08/05 Pics
04/28/05 Pics
I also fixed the ability to add comments to posts, and enabled the post emailing feature.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Go check out the Thoreau Reader for a great introduction to his work. Here's a taste from "Civil Disobedience":
This American government—what is it but a tradition, though a recent one, endeavoring to transmit itself unimpaired to posterity, but each instant losing some of its integrity? It has not the vitality and force of a single living man; for a single man can bend it to his will. It is a sort of wooden gun to the people themselves. But it is not the less necessary for this; for the people must have some complicated machinery or other, and hear its din, to satisfy that idea of government which they have. Governments show thus how successfully men can be imposed on, even impose on themselves, for their own advantage. It is excellent, we must all allow. Yet this government never of itself furthered any enterprise, but by the alacrity with which it got out of its way. It does not keep the country free. It does not settle the West. It does not educate. The character inherent in the American people has done all that has been accomplished; and it would have done somewhat more, if the government had not sometimes got in its way. For government is an expedient by which men would fain succeed in letting one another alone; and, as has been said, when it is most expedient, the governed are most let alone by it.
This American government—what is it but a tradition, though a recent one, endeavoring to transmit itself unimpaired to posterity, but each instant losing some of its integrity? It has not the vitality and force of a single living man; for a single man can bend it to his will. It is a sort of wooden gun to the people themselves. But it is not the less necessary for this; for the people must have some complicated machinery or other, and hear its din, to satisfy that idea of government which they have. Governments show thus how successfully men can be imposed on, even impose on themselves, for their own advantage. It is excellent, we must all allow. Yet this government never of itself furthered any enterprise, but by the alacrity with which it got out of its way. It does not keep the country free. It does not settle the West. It does not educate. The character inherent in the American people has done all that has been accomplished; and it would have done somewhat more, if the government had not sometimes got in its way. For government is an expedient by which men would fain succeed in letting one another alone; and, as has been said, when it is most expedient, the governed are most let alone by it.
