portability
I think the reason that I like bags so much is that they embody portability, sufficiency, movability, dynamism. Bags fold inwards, and a closing of a bag is a snapping shut, a wrapping closed, and these distinctions created between the outside and the inside, the private and the public, are tactile and tangible. Bags consist of straps and a container; the ability to be carried and the ability to carry, both carrying and the carried, active and passive. The bag carries the private and is carried by the individual; it's a bridge of sorts, connecting between that which is distinctly private, and that individual whom navigates through gradients of private and public, connecting the realm of private-vs.-public with private-into-public.
Here are some ideas:
- a bag for which the closure is the opening: the opening folds over, becomes a closure.
- a bag that is like a sort of 보자기 or furoshiki -- the material used to carry the bag is the same material used to carry its internals.
- a bag that is, by nature, open to the public, transparent and open to the elements, made of a rigid mesh: a bag that does not fulfill its original mission or intent.
- a bag that disappears or deforms when it is opened, accessed
- a bag in which the handles of the bag are the bag itself - the bag is a flattened torus - the bag itself is a requirement for portability.
- a bag that opens when it is carried, closes when it is put down. permeability and access only through movement.
notes on my computer
all these values
oscillating
with different periods
back and forth
values of adolescence as several vertical sinusoidal graphs of progress
collectively, a slice of time is disparate, overall, these rhythms make sense
visual hans haacke-- 'haacking'
indicate your ip address
zobeide
no need to have it programmatized
technological optimism
sensitive automatic door sensors
art history vs literature
same audience + an attachment to the visual/object-related/tactile aesthetic
buy insitutional critique reader
ocular halation
I may be angry, sad, upset, feeling guilty, but I can be better despite (or because) of all of this.
in terms of 'spiritual', mental analysis and interpretation:
what is important is a phenomenology, not a symptomology
a study of effect, not cause -- bachelard's reverberations, and not causality.
new year's resolution #4: good paths lead to good goals. to believe this every day.
furiously sleeping green
music player back, nod to clara. just press play.
smells like content, by the books.
:of nights when I've stayed up too late.
gotta sleep before this night turns into a morning.
diafine
more time wasted, slipped away.
I've been shooting more, shot three rolls, another one in the works. I'll be going to B&H later this week to get some fixer, permawash, hypocheck.
I should look for places to live.
I'm hearing/watching the books this saturday.
found playlists from 3 years ago. I have discarded logs somewhere telling me what song I played five years ago at some moment, where my computer was last summer. arbitrary and inconsistent digital traces.
I'm sleepy, tired, sick. full of regrets.
Later: I'll develop these rolls of film, sit cross-legged on the ground like some tea-drinking ritual, wait, turn, agitate, wait, empty, refill. In a darkened room I'll hope to find one or two nice images amidst hundreds of errant frames, wait for that skip in the chest, feel celluloid and silver nitrate growing.