life in general


After watching the Superbowl last night I am certain:

Television is getting more and more nonlinear, weird, and “random.”
Pop culture is getting more and more self-referential. (I didn’t think it was possible.)

It’s Naomi Campbell. . .doing “Thriller.” Really? I hate the commercial but kind of love it.

Trust, I will break this down later, along with some other thoughts on bodies of reference on TV and music videos. . .and for more on that check the Badu video below.

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Who died and made you King?

I could just spit: New York Magazine ran an article in its year-end issue profiling what could be called “The Al Sharpton Factor” in the presidential primaries. Although we are supposedly “colorblind” and terrified of the race conversation, we acknowledge there is such a thing as black vote, and that it has ramifications. Sharpton’s fixture as an outspoken defender of high-profile black legal cases has promised him the role Token Negro in American politics, which Sharpton makes clear, is a position from which he will not budge. Throughout the article he gloats on his role as the Arbiter of Black Opinion, showboating, playing voicemails to his cell phone from Obama, Hillary, and John Edwards, each of whom vy for his counsel on an upcoming debate at Howard University. More likely than not, I have heard blacks of all ages and generations express explicity (and sometimes with disgust), “Al Sharpton doesn’t speak for me.” [And if Barack Obama doesn't know this. . . .where has he been? Who has he been talking to?] Speaking for a vague collective “blackness”, Sharpton fits an old mold of black leadership, that as the New York piece considers, maybe be obsolete. What scares me the most, then, is that if Sharpton is deemed the touchstone of black issues, how much more out of touch are our presidential candidates? How obsolete, then, do I become as a black person in this country?

The concept of black leadership, or leadership for black Americans has become extremely diffuse, especially as the “black experience” is no longer as monolithic, and the “black cause” has become so entangled with class. But Sharpton carries on, as if post-modernism never happened, often laboring the point of subversive racism within the individual mind. I will say, he has said some good things here. But I wonder that Sharpton doesn’t speak for us as much he speaks for his own agenda to place himself at the behest of the establishment he so proudly finds himself today.

Leadership is a tricky thing and the road to hell is paved with even good intentions. If one more racist apologizes to Al Sharpton for using the word, “Nigger” in public forum, America is in big trouble in terms of its concept of what a leader of any demographic is supposed to do and how they are supposed to function. We are in even worse trouble in terms of understanding what black people really need and how it should be addressed.

To me, one of the most indicative moments concerning politicians and their complete lack of concept on blacks in America happened occured during the 2004 Vice Presidential debate between John Edwards and Dick Cheney. Moderator Gwen Ifill posed the question: “But in particular, I want to talk to you about AIDS, and not about AIDS in China or Africa, but AIDS right here in this country, where black women between the ages of 25 and 44 are 13 times more likely to die of the disease than their counterparts.” Neither of the men were aware of what has become a pretty common fact, that AIDS is growing among black people at an epidemic rate, and continued to discuss funding AIDS issues in Russia and Africa.

If you’re like me, you’ve probably taken to watching Spanish-language television while washing your clothes at the laundromat. Here is a hot video for the song “Hay Un Son” by the Orishas that I caught during the rinse cycle. Consider the semiotics: what do the mask, the rooster, the tiger, the helicopter mean to you? Does it mean anything if you aren’t Cuban?

I am love with a wonderful litte blog called FLY, written by a young designer based in Philadelphia. See her post today about the on-point work of Georg Olden, the grandson of a slave who became an executive graphic designer for CBS in 1945, when television was just beginning. If you love design you might learn something.

People often ask me what is going on and what there is to do; I get alot of information and I’ll share it now with you. Here’s what’s up for the month of November.

NEW YORK
Thursday the 1st: Spotlight on Kara Walker @ the Whitney (full day of events)

Thurdsay the 1st: Bruce Davidson and Ilan Stevans In Conversation @ The Jewish Museum 6:30PM

Tuesday the 6th: Talents II: New Photography from Berlin, Artist’s Talk @ Goethe-Institut New York 5PM

Wednesday the 7th: There You Go Again: Orwell Comes to America Conference @ NYPL 10AM-6PM

Thursday the 8th: Berlin-New York Dialogues Exhibition Opening @ Center for Architecture New York 6PM-10PM (see link for month-long related programs)

Thursday the 8th: Allan Kaprow: Art and Life @ The Jewish Museum 6:30PM

Thursday the 15th - Saturday the 17th: Here and Now: African and African American Art and Film Conference @ NYU

Thursday the 1st through Thursday the 20th: Performa 07.

Onward through January 1st: New Photography at the MoMA

ROCHESTER
Onward through January 27th: Male & Female: Gender Performed in Photographs @ the George Eastman House

CHICAGO
Onward through January 21st: William Pope.L: Drawing, Dreaming, Drowning @ Art Institute of Chicago

That’s all for now. Other cities to come.

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Last month I picked up a few books at Spoonbill and Sugartown, a fine bookseller in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, a neighborhood where I jokingly “vacation” because I’m rarely there but it’s sunny, calm, and beautiful when I show up, and among the paperbacks I selected was the volume “A Dictionary of Art and Artists” by Peter and Linda Murray. The book was published in 1968 and alphabetically outlines the contributions of some major and many, many more minor European and American artists whose names have been long forgotten since the 12th century onward. I used to see myself as the guardian of bygone infomation, relishing a 1963 publication of Bartlett’s familiar quotations, featuring quotes long-dissipated into the ether by so-and-sos also long dead, or a mathbook of advanced geometry from the 1930s, or thoughts of reading lists and curriculums of the 60s, 70s, and 80s, all of these compendiums revealing the ideal knowledge bases of the time at which the book was published. In general, I am interested in what people know and how they came to know it. This extends to an understanding of who and what comprises the cultural memory at any given time. History only saves but so many names, and usually the achievements of the remembered are tersely described. To be certain, collecting old compendiums can contribute to this understanding: read enough compendiums and you might end up with good context for understanding a particular era, movement, decade, or philosophy. But, personally, this guardianship didn’t seem so urgent anymore given several new ways of thinking.

Encyclopedias, thesauri, and almanacks were the beginning of thinking “neurally”, the mediums encourage cross-reference within its pages and engender curousity. (I know I’m not the only one who read dictionaries when I was young.) But, to remain relevant, the information had to be up to date. In the 1970s and 1980s publishers offered an annual “yearbook” volume of current meaning and events, for culturally, no one was expected to purchase a brand new encyclopedia set each year. A set of encyclopedias represented the most basic body of knowledge a family needed to know throughout the course of its lifetime. Today we have Wikipedia and other online resources, and information is much less standardized and accessed randomly and sometimes in much lesser detail.

Since buying that book, I have experienced mental episodes of “constant refresh”: where old information (X) replaces new (X+a few minutes) of its own accord, like a homepage, wiping clean whatever brilliant idea was before it, and replacing it with something anew, rendering the initial idea completely lost. It’s occured to me that maybe this phenomenon, with its off-setting amnesia, will occur only throughout the creative process or during key points of individual growth and advancement. However, I suggest, in this age, where people are acquiring and processing concepts in such a rapid manner, amid this climate of unending content and constant access to information, the constant refresh is a physiological adaptation for handling new ideas at all. Some spiritual lexicons might define this refresh function as a shift to the “Now” as we reach new levels of understanding. However it may take form I am interested in the human mind and how we will employ our intellect in the future. If we adapt to a global “constant refresh” of ideas and meaning and aesthetics, the old stuff of yesterday’s compendiums will not matter; they will disappear, be gone. The question I asked myself, can the “old stuff” turn up in our thinking anyway, can it be accessed, shall it impress itself elsewhere upon our psyche?

I believe it will. I believe in the importance of context and understanding cultural memory, and through this, the old stuff will be drawn upon, if not by name, unconsciously through a subliminal body of reference. Compendiums inspire. I believe societies should share a comprehensive practical knowledge base of the past in order to intellectually contextualize the present and future. This week a friend’s high school students estimated the Emancipation Proclamation was written in the 1950s, and gauged that at least half of the United States population was black: without a solid knowledge base we are lost. People also share a long visual memory of symbols, photographs, tableaus, and icons, be it nooses or blackface, that inspire our actions, choices, and expression. Unearthing and uprooting the subtext to our thinking and behavior only clears the path for new ideas. A constant refresh can only replace information we needn’t know as it’s no longer pertinent to our evolution, but not the information we still need to work through.

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A few weeks ago, at the Studio Museum in Harlem’s Uptown Friday, guests were given a sort of party favor in a “folded poster” produced by The Map Office. I’ve just gotten around to opening mine and hanging it by its “optimal pinning vectors.” The result: a 3-D sculptural poster, printed as an optical illusion reading text from Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man: “I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.” That the design would pull that phrase is a little hackneyed to me, at least, it is in association with SMH, but I was excited and surprised to see it suspended there on my wall. Having photographed it, it reads far more clear than if you were to see it in person. Very cool.

ALSO, I am very excited by Erik Loyer, a media artist based in CA. I first came to know his work a little more than a year ago, when I checked out “Hollowbound Book”, part of the Mediaworks pamphelet series from MIT Press.

He is interested in how “digital interactivity enables human eloquence.” Great! Wow.

See these projects:
Virtual Window
Public Secrets

and more at http://erikloyer.com/

I should add that, in my observation, whereas once the internet could conceivably replace offline activities, there has been a shift. The internet is now used to enrich offline activities. Here are some places to look up your esoteric, old-fashioned interests:

FOOD, BEERMAKING:
http://thuisgemaakt.blogspot.com/

CRAFTS/TEXTILES/FABRICS:
http://www.ohjoy.blogs.com
http://www.selvedge.org/

BOOKS:
http://www.goodreads.com

SOAPMAKING and CANDLEMAKING
http://www.cranberrylane.com/soapmaking.htm
http://www.candletech.com/
http://www.candlesandcandlemaking.com/

ALTERNATIVE PROCESS PHOTOGRAPHY:
http://www.alternativephotography.com/

and a VIDEO on collodion process:
The Wet Plate Collodion Process

A life offline.

I had a conversation recently which pointed out that lately people are so-inclined to adopting antiquated ways of doing things, particularly as it pertains to young photographers, over-saturated with the digital age, taking up collodion and other virtually obsolete processes of photography. I look at my own life, and the curious lives of others who have gotten SERIOUS about crafts, baking bread, knitting, writing longhand, and more, and wonder, if this trend is the method to balancing to a life increasingly lived virtually and digitally, if not completely online. As we move into the future, will we move into the past? I want to say everything old is old again, or that everything old is new, but neither is correct. Everything is exactly as it is, or so becomes the meaning of meaning when practices are revived and used out of context.

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Lately the phrase “unbought and unbossed,” the title of Shirley Chisholm’s autobiography, has rang repeatedly like a meme in my brain. Between that, and that the phrase, “The Good Fight” appeared to me this week, I wonder if Mrs. C is watching me. I look at a woman like Chisholm, the Congresswoman from New York City who ran for president in 1972, and wonder what the world would be like with more of them.

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