Archive for May, 2002

verdigris isn’t just for statues anymore

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nothing but spy games again today. oh well. had a wonderfull trip to Lonnie and Eric’s, eno was asleep but a fine time was had by all. going to try to hit the hay early tonight, i’m burnt and in pain again. update: which didn’t work, i ended up all night. whoopee.

Richard is showing some prints in a group show at Steve Halfingers (sic) gallry tonight. it’s a few feet south of 18th onthe east side of halsted.

it seems tommorow is some busy day and night for pilsen, with a gallary show at the spice factory (call kenneth for details, his email couched them in his own personal idium), and a party. the Dragon Boat might make it’s comeback.

as cool as the dragon boat is, this has it beat…

I suppose i should

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I suppose i should write something today, as the Spy Game winds down. This is a composite image, i took the one shot in Delia and Marcin’s kitchen, at Delia’s surprise birthday party, and the other watching Leno on the box. i used a few of the leno shots in other pieces which i’ll be posting shortly. of course the treatment to the image is all me. i briefly got back into messing with photos as a kind of therepy to get me out of a rut i’m in regarding my abstract work. it didn’t work. oh well. not much has this year.

lots of babies this week, tamar and rob and delia and marcin. congratulations again to both couples.

oh yeah: for those of you who recieved free condoms at the Burlesque show, read this, and then decide if you want to use them.

tuesday turn wednesday

so john was in town this evening, doing the patented unger smash and grap, get off work in the eastern time zone and drive into chicago for shoping and picking up of his stuff. we went to microcenter for some much needed tech rest and recoupertion, then over to neil and chris’s for some pizza and a movie. thanks to chriss, neil and john for a wonderfull evening. the video was spy games which has more holes then you can drive a truck through, but what the hey. wish i hadn’t spent the first 10 minutes in the can…

CONGRATULATIONS TO DELIA AND MARCIN ON THE BIRTH OF THEIR SON!!!

BURLESK

Here is where you’ll find the Burlesque Tartar show, at the end of which is mini essay about selfish photographers who miss the point about shows. I realize the shots are worse then usual, but I want to make something clear: there is no nudity in any of the shots. what looks nudity is actually a costume. I was told at 10am that i needn’t bother to post these, because tim newberg shot some really wonderfull stuff, and gave them to kenneth. so go to kenneths and see them, and forget my paltry excuses for photographs

i just learned about the rocking aand reeling in CA. i hope Ben will report in.

I also just caught the morning news on nbc. mostly repeats of the 10pm last night, with new live at the scene filler bits that said ‘were still waiting for news.” (a quick perusal of the other channels showed major stories that were far more importent then the 5 minute fluff piece we’re about to talk about, whic is why we give nbc and their local afiliates the tool of the man award: a five minute segment on microsofts home of the future, the bulk of the segment was spent waiting for the windows powered door and microwave to acknowledge the M$ spokesdroid. a key or finger touch on a keypad would have done it so much quicker. For this and other reasons involving ownership and joint ventures with the evil empire FFEJWORLD recomends you go elsewhere for your news. And remember that all msnbc and newsweek sites were down sunday owing to their hosting by M$ on their OS. Caveat emptor.

my speakers aren’t connected to anything right now, and they just started outputting CB radio, and a sythesizer filter sweep. lasted 15 seconds and the sweep was better then any i eveer did, it was in stereo. wow. 1:10pm, if anyone from the fcc is reading this.

i’m going to take my naprosyn fueled psychosis offline now.

enough of this stupid HP shit

so i couldn’t sleep last night. the storm and the pressure changes were giving my sinuses and foot a workout. i ended up taking pills, which turned me into a listless sleepless idiot. ibuprofen is an evil psychotropic, now i know why women love it. feh. i finally fell asleep around ten.

today i’m back with my good old friend naprosyn, the crap i went psychotic on when i broke my back. the killing frenzy is already on me.

the camera died during the burlesque tartare. whoopee. damn shitty batteries. shouldn’t have let jerry talk me into going, i had a fight with the owner of the hideout, and i fell of the table riser. the show was you’d expect from a bunch of costumers and willing acomplices putting on a low nudity low budget low light level burlesque show at the hideout. i really don’t like the hideout, i hate two room bars where you have to kick your way past the knot of non payers to get to the music room, and then kick your way to the bathroom. then kick your way back to your seats. i suppose i’d have liked a little better when i was younger, thinner, unbroken and not hopped up on naprosyn, but then again i prefer edge of the balconey seats at metro to the floor, and i liked the back bar at mcgreevy’s music room because it was higher then the stage. gimme comfort and a great line of sight, but i digress.

the show was mostly normal looking folks in strange or sort of strange outfits. some of the stage action such as the egon schiele tribute was ruined, because the stage bumper is too high. it forced everyone to standf up in the front to see what going on, which meant those of us in the back were fucked. either way, dante did a few sultry songs and a fan dance, betsy chainsaw did a few bumb and grinds, with a nd with out fire, LED’s and a belly dancing outfit made out of washers gewars and tools, jerry and dawn might have had sex in a hude plush animal, another plush animal wresteled various audience members, a woman wearing meats did stupid human tricks with another guy wearing meats, a woman pained with hot wax on glass, wearing little if any clothes (it was hard to see through the crowd and glass) another woman danced with and then stripped a fat blob of colored foam (called zaftig,) there was an adam and eve bit, a male interloper grabbed the spot light and stripped to his shorts, someone in a padded outfit and a mask did a soft shoe, que sera sera sera was butchered like never before in an audience participation bit, nat played a ciggerette and condom girl, another woman played with the act title cards and kenneth mc’d the show wearing the worst cumberbund i ever saw. and there was something hirrible involving two guys, spray perfume, and cellophane. more on the show and the idiots who were there to photogrpah it and video tape it when the pain goes down.

if the pictures came out, i’ll put them up. UPDATE: some came out. i have to mess withthem to get any detail though. maybe manana…

get your fuzzy little internet asses over to mozilla.org and get the second release candidate of mozilla. help save the wqorld from gates and balmer. your children will thank you. i’ll be doing it as soon as i’m done posting. UPDATE: i got it, and it’s faster better harder longer. except it won’t allow me to do my favorite .PDF save throguh print preview. damn.

Department of “well, I am the stupid one after all…”: one of my smarter cuzs was covered in WIRED last year and i missed it. he’s one of the ones who don’t have first names starting with J. read about him here. every year on my dad’s and my grandmother’s birthdays i do a search on my last name, and this was ranked third by google.

rip HP

john unger may be in chicago as i write this. that was quick.

and now an obit. this is from the lobby poster at the stanford theater in palo alto. like our music box or like the late lamented varsity and parkway, the stanford is a revival theater, a meticulously restored movie palace with a working theater organ. if you have ever seen a classic movie in a movie palace, you been in a time travel machine, experiancing a reality that is almost lost to us, as more and more of these get torn down for malls and condos, like the granada or will rodgers, or rehabbed into yuppie floor show factories like the ford and chicago. i saw buster keaton’s the general at the stanford, with keaton’s original score being played on the organ, with a projector rebuilt so it played at the proper speed. i was able to experiance it the way my grandparents had when the movie was first released. it was wonderfull, and i owe the experiance to Ben Stoltz and David Packard. ben got me there, and packard saved the theater…he also introduced the movies that night, and the owner of chicago’s music box, who was the organist.

HP makes the best calculators in the world, and i owned a few. i’d kill for an old hp 25: i can name you 4 people of the top of my head who regret loosing or selling theirs. i still have trouble using a normal calculator. they were a nice company, they made cool tools, and the money from the company gave us some really cool things, like the stanford theater, and the montarey bay aquarium and research institute. the original apple 1 computer was designed there: wozniak was an employee, and they let him have the rights to it. he didn’t want to quit, had to be bullied into it by jobs when apple was starting up.

from the lobby placard–

Hewlett Packard

1938 — 2002

R.I.P.

The Stanford Theatre still exists today only because of the employees of the Hewlett Packard Company. Without their achievements over the years, there would have been no foundation to purchase and restore this theatre.

Palo Alto might have had one more book store, or perhaps another restaurant. Architects had plans ready for a new “Casablanca Cafe” at this location when the Packard Foundation rescued the theater in 1987.

The Hewlett Packard Company was founded in 1938 in a garage on Addison Street only a few blocks from where you are now standing. Back then, the Stanford Theatre was showing brand new movies. In 1938 you could have seen Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn in Bringing Up Baby and Holiday . You could have seen Errol Flynn in The Adventures of Robin Hood . You could have seen Alice Faye, Don Ameche, Ethel Merman, and Tyrone Power in Alexander’s Ragtime Band . You could have seen Jimmy Stewart and Jean Arthur in Frank Capra’s You Can’t Take It With You . You still can see these same movies at the Stanford Theatre. Our audiences know that they are truly timeless.

The HP Way also touched many people’s lives. Most of us expected that it would last forever — that it would prove as timeless as a Frank Capra movie. But those entrusted with the duty to safeguard it have exercised their legal right to make another choice. Dura lex, sed lex. The law is harsh, but it is the law.

HP employees are now on a new ship, being taken on a new voyage. The company has even changed its stock symbol to HPQ to stress that the “old” HP is gone. For the sake of the surviving employees, of course I hope for a good outcome. But it is hard to imagine that their leaders can invent something better than what they left behind.

David W. Packard

The Stanford Theatre Foundation.

sie gendanken sind frei

good news! john unger is alive and well, well, we’ll let him tell it:

“well, i’m in michigan at shirley’s breaking my back all damn day to get caught up. this landscaping shit is brutal…i have to be there at 7:30 am eastern time, so, that’s 6:30 to me, which means i get up at about 5:30 am chi time. then i spend the day ripping up sod, hauling huge wheelbarrows of dirt and stone and gravel, etc, etc etc. I do get to drive the big new F550 dumptruck which is something i am developing a hell of a proficiency for. But, to give you an idea of the hell of it–monday we had to put in four dumptruck loads of river stone along this building in a fucking driving rain that lasted all day. I’m putting in somewhere between 50-60 hours a week with no slack. then i come home and do stuff for shirley.”

and now back to todays useless information and anecdotage.

todays gedanken experiment: a TV Guide. try this one in the privacy of your own home. BTW, a recent survey of technical events in commercials indicated that they had intentionally surpassed the publics ability to focus. IE, the commercial makers were trying to put more then 15 TE’s in commercials, knowing the public couldn’t focus on them, or remember anything about the commercial–except for the feeling of excitement the commercial generated. ofcourse there is a point of diminishing returns when every commercial is just TE buzz, and there is a adrenal load on the human watching this…

some of the best examples of TE buzz was the mid to late 70’s car chase tv shows, which were so wonderfully parodied in that mid 90’s beastie boy video. amazingly vapid shows like starsky and hutch and the prunes of hazmat had people glued to their sets for weeks on end, to the then innovative camera work on the almost completely non linear and illogical chases. the chases had nothing to with reality of geography or physics, cars would jump for no reason and routes were taken that didn’t physically connect. but they sure did look good. by the 80’s movies were putitng together routes that weren’t geographically close to the scene of the action: spielberg’s goonies comes to mind, as does alsmot all the movies made in chicago (the blues brothers) during the period. so we add willfull suspension of dissbelief to the TE buzz…

on the foot front the pain has somewhat abated, but i’m getting cramping. i’m still not mobile, and am taking great pains to stay off it, but i can’t continue to use the waterless can any longer, and craping now means walking down the street. i’m going to try it now, and maybe get a shower while i’m at it.

damn, well that didn’t work.

modeless behaviour

jerry should love this.

ok, here is a quick lesson in metathinking about computers. it’s a simple experiment, and one that everyone who has ever used Word or Excel or Illustrator or Photoshop or whatever should be able to understand without performing it for real. think about it. the lesson you’ve learned is that for some things a pile of cards beats a computer, because a pile of cards has a modeless truely 4 dimensional interface (yes virginia, time is an interface dimension). modeless interfaces are best, and computers aren’t quite there yet.

now this example is a simple organisational system, but it holds true for website design and database design as well. a program called visio came close to being modeless, but hey were bought out by microsoft and have vanished from the store shelves. i keep hoping that the modular object driven nature of mac OS X will give rise to a new modeless app, but judging from what’s availible at year one of OS X developement, ewveryone is too busy reinventing notepad and trying to charge thirty bucks for it to try something new. ok, that being said, stone studio’s create is an attempt. and omnigroup doesmake some add some modelessness to it’s products, kindoff sorta (like the wonderfull spell checker in the web browser, which i really could use right now.)

and now back to our regulary schedualed moaning an pissing.

foot still driving me crazy, universe still closing in, and my parents are gone for a few weeks R&R in the land of suicide bombers.

da doo doo doohan, da da da duh

spent most of the day off my foot. still no idea what i didi: it hurts across the top of the foot, but not if i’m standing on it. any side to side motion is murder, stairs are an abomination, flexing it is brutal, etc, etc. i’ll keep everyone posted. almost went to the hospital tonight, but the ride fell asleep. i still haven’t slept…

thanks to neville, staci, and jerry for breakfast lunch and dinner tonight. neville brought me goodies from work (including the two finest bagels i’ve had since childhood), staci introduced me to a wonderfull marinara, and jerry provided the republican milkshake. my waterless toilet is currently reminding me about every last bite.

best wishes and a speedy recouperation to james doohan, whereever he is. as i said in the comments, he was my tv hero, and once i actually lived up to his tv persona, by getting an s-100 based computer repaired with an apple][ + autostart rom…

and now to bed

idiot boy

last night at lamprey i either broke my foot or twisted my ankle. . the pain has kept me up all night.

walking home was excrutiating. getting upt the stares was hell, and climbing the ladder to the bed was beyond description. on a good day my bedroom fllor is a mine field, last night it was a nuclear test range. my cane was lost in the great lock out. i have a snake cane that tim wood made for the st patty pareade, but it won’t hold my full weight. i couldn’t sleep on the floor for the vermin. i’m surprpised i din’t hurt my back…




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