sound’s glock, the sleep, Darren’s calls

December 11, 2002 at 12:01 am 1 comment

Very Tired. Woke up around 5 p.m. and went out to get food. Odd time at Black Bean deli, food had a strange chemical taste to rice, aside from that good. Went by Sheshe’s and checked out what’s going on with DJ. Fred called and confirmed that Kid 606 is playing at Backbooth. E-mailed Dan to see who we need to talk to about ticket give aways for that show. Darren called a few times about the apartment. He seemed to want to hang out, but just wanted to study for proof reading test tomorrow at Aquent. Went home with David Cross CD and listened to it. Brain shut down around 11:00 p.m. for some reason. Maybe sick? E-mailed Will about playing with E.J. hope he takes it up. Still trying to get a venue for Botanica folks, haven’t heard back from Mor.

Brain really sleeped. E-mailed Susanna for Sheshe’s friend’s e-mail.

Can’t fight desire, do we desire through the neurotic? Aesthetics is, as Steven Shaviro paraphrased it, the desire to put something to rest. We watch the beuatiful to aleviate our need for thought (that’s a massive simplification). Is desire a way of alleviating the neoritic? Are our worries the needs of tomorrow?

Just checked Shaviro’s blog to find him praising Hartley’s latest. I like No Such Thing had this beautiful review set out for it, but forgot it. Something in the film seems a response to the violence of the world. Can’t remember what I was going to say, there’s a line in their espousing the simple innonence of Sarah Polley which doubled as the point behind the film according to my construct. He also reviews Kathryn Bigelow’s latest, but I’ve lost interest in her. While her jump to mainstream cinema at first contained a bent to exposing the excesses of desire in Hollywood films, this theme can only carry her so far.

Found an old story of mine and was impressed with my vocaulary back them, transpontine to my current word usage, this older story seemed a fun, improvised, story arc that never quite formed into the whole it’s ambitious intro conceives. It’s also funny unlike the last story I wrote while similarly surreal is a darker parable. A City of Distance, is the story I’m re-writing now gave Darren a copy awhile back and he keeps it in the car, “I tell people I wrote it,” he claims. It’s a good story and a little more grammatically conscious than my previous writings, but I didn’t know what it meant at the time, I just tacked a theme into the story and ended with something that fullfilled the original idea. The more we flesh out our theories, the further our stories can contain depth. I kinda feel like going to graduate school might be a good idea, after all most these cats I’m looking at have an intense sense of intellectual history, highlighted by a keen involvment with pop culture. By comparsion I’m a smart guy, just not filled in on all that’s happened or perhaps not passionate enough to pursue the subjects they do. Went through this thing once where it was am I genuis etc.etc. now seems just kinda sad. E-mailed this old teacher of mine about it, he never responded. I’m trying to keep this weblog from being a personal agnst field, a confessional. Can’t find the Powers article on that I wanted to link to. Here’s an interview instead. For that matter here’s an interview with Miltos Manetas I like.

Miltos is odd, he claimed once he didn’t understand a series of his work and then in retrospective came to understand that. I can identify with that, but in e-mail he doesn’t give out the little tid bits his interviews are full of. Feel like I annoy him more than help, but at least I’m contributing to Which seems to me a mostly meaningless enterprise, but I’m sure some art critics will find some fun stuff there. Here’s the series of e-mails about 444:

—– Original Message —–
From: Andrew Jones
To: miltos manetas
Sent: Tuesday, November 05, 2002 7:30 PM
Subject: yo

Hey Miltos,

I like your new homepage, it’s funny. The 444 idea is intriguing, I like the way it makes such small events of coincidental importance (or are they?) into some a little more grand. Perhaps, it’s these little events of the sublime or just weird that drive us to investigate and discover new things. Who knows. Anyway, still leads to the “guy debord” portrait, but when you cut and paste from the source it leads to “guy debord, a portrait” I kinda like it. It’s as if there’s a residual memory of the original page that’s sticking. Strange tricks these networks play.

Go with it,


yeah : I haven’t figure out why this happens…
Feel free to contribute at —-: user is — and password ——-, just click on the link on the bottom and look at the UPDATE Calendar section.

I think with this message I started to annoy more than inform
—– Original Message —–
From: Andrew Jones
To: miltos manetas
Sent: Tuesday, November 05, 2002 7:44 PM
Subject: Re: yo

On Tuesday, November 5, 2002, at 06:39 PM, miltos manetas wrote:

yeah : I haven’t figure out why this happens…

na na it’s cool. Reward the fucks that bother to cut and paste versus those lazy gimme clickable links web surfers.
I like this effect. I wonder if it can be pulled off again, two different pages at one address. Makes you wonder
about memory, and girls.

Feel free to contribute at 444: user is —– and password *******, just click on the link on the bottom and look at the UPDATE Calendar section.

I’ll try. I have a swatch so I can’t really tell, but I’ll send a note to my mailing list and see if anybody wants to get with it.


Well I gotta get back to sleep. Thanks for sticking around and reading this.

Entry filed under: media.

Galatea 2.2, Math’s Music, Girls Botanica, E-Mails, Fun

1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. panickedzebra  |  December 10, 2002 at 11:03 pm

    that is funny. i heard the entire david cross cd this weekend when i went to st. augustine.



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