Amputee Nightmares and Honda Ads

My employer took our internet away a couple weeks ago. Sorta. Hinting at possible installed tracking software they told us we were not allowed to use the internet, ichat etc. unless necessary for work - this was accompanied by a very cold and formal guide line signed by human resources. So I have had a hard time rearranging my life in order to check email, calendars, and bank stuff - I honestly have to get up an hour earlier every day now just because of this new rule and thats put me in a terrible mood for the past couple weeks. My 99 Huyndai Accent decided to die about two weeks ago as well and I have been forced to contend with the most annoying, stressful, and hated game of buying a new used car. If the time spent researching consumer reviews, recalls, and dealer ads isn't enough, I have to use a commuter train in order to get out to the suburbs in order to find the right car. This has been going on for about 2 weeks now mostly because I can't decide on what I want. The internet is pretty necessary in this process and I have had no choice but to sneak internet at work, dodging the intermittent visits from management as they patrol the beginnings of their new policy (this policy is pretty silly for a creative environment in 2008 but I give it about 4 months before anyone remembers the memo.) This entry makes me feel and sound terrible. Ugh. This kinda of stress has caused me to have amputation themed nightmares over the past couple weeks - I haven't been able to sleep much because of this. Most nights I wake up at 4 am and start looking this stuff up in online dream dictionaries. Amputation = Loss. Duh. Car = Money.

This car problem will be solved this week. But in the mean time a list of good things that happened over the past two weeks. Things are gonna change.



1. Manitou. Another movie that snuck up on me much like Demon Seed. Manitou stars the recipient of a mistakenly diagnosed tumor and it's contents - a 400 year old evil medicine man. The growth eventually gives birth to the above pictured still developing creature and I think he tries to take over the world. It ends in some pscyhedelic climax of bright lights and silly projections.


T-Shirt by Kime Buzzelli
2. Heaven Gallery. I DJed at Phoebe's opening on Friday and met her friend Kime, hung out with her dad Saul, and saw my friends in Tirra Lirra (one of my favorite Chicago bands.) Kime posted some pictures on her blog here.


3. Beverly Shores. This has become my favorite place in Chicago - near Chicago. It's about an hour and a half away. I am taking the train there on Friday with a tent and sleeping on the beach - no amputation nightmares there. It reminds me of the time I spent in Wildwood New Jersey when I lived in New York City.


4. Alex Aja. His new movie Mirrors comes out Friday. I have been following a handful of new horror directors and I think Alex is the real deal. No one (except for Neil Marshall of The Descent fame) is making good horror like this - didn't even screw up The Hills have Eyes remake (Although no one believes me, they just assume it is bad.)

Hieroglyphics, Disco and Carl Sagan

I am currently working on the CD packaging for the Chicago band The Assembly and I've been using the gold Voyager record as inspiration. I had been toying with the idea of adding some version of the diagrams and technical hieroglyphics that Carl Sagan's committee had placed on the gold cover to the actual Assembly packaging when it struck me how antiquated they had become. The diagrams are explained in as much a universal language as possible: some binary information and wave form engravings, but for the most part explain a process that hasn't been employed by the average human for twenty years.

From the Voyager website:

"In the upper left-hand corner is an easily recognized drawing of the phonograph record and the stylus carried with it. The stylus is in the correct position to play the record from the beginning. Written around it in binary arithmetic is the correct time of one rotation of the record, 3.6 seconds, expressed in time units of 0,70 billionths of a second, the time period associated with a fundamental transition of the hydrogen atom. The drawing indicates that the record should be played from the outside in. Below this drawing is a side view of the record and stylus, with a binary number giving the time to play one side of the record - about an hour."

If the Voyager landed on Earth in 50 years I doubt anyone would understand how to decipher these instructions for an obselescent piece of technology. I should have some designs done by end of month and will post them up - I think I'm going to have fun with this one.

The Price of Admission, Death: Demon Seed (1977)

A bit OCD with horror films. Enjoy micro-classifying. Genre as a concept is intriguing. I become completely obsessed with the most minute distinctions. Classification is a hobby and a passion for me. I will decide that a horror genre exists about say, small cursed objects (Hell Raiser) or Building (Shivers) or in this case super computers obsessed with the flesh and try and compare every single one of them. In order to define the rules for that genre I need to consume ALL of them and compare. The times of these obsessions w classification usually coincide with a period where I feel alienated. I gain solus by drowning myself in a distant memory from my youth. Something so distant it’s barely audible. Not a specific memory - what I am after is a bit more nebulous. It’s an aesthetic. A texture. For me it always seems to manifest itself in bits and pieces of horror from the late 70s and early 80s. Something I must have been exposed to a lot (or fascinated with) when very young. It’s not any specific movie. I sometimes focus on  audio quality, color, film stock and wardrobe just as much as the concept or plot.

I watched this last week but I've been too tired to post it up. Not sure how it snuck past me for all these years but Demon Seed (1977) surprised me. It sent me flying into my own weird meditative abyss. This film stars a floating golden polygon computer. I like that alone a lot as a sentence. It is devious. A super computer that succeeds in raping it's creator's wife and incubating it's genetically and digitally programmed hybrid child. How did I miss this one? Julie Christie's character is trapped in her house while Proteus IV (polygon computer) has taken control. All machines. All locks. The house is terrorizing her as the "unseen all knowing" system of cameras and sensors envelops her. A bit like 2001’s HAL but I think I actually prefer Proteus IV. First, it's physical form, an always unfolding golden geometric shape, a constant perfect equation - a thing of nightmares. This quote from a review sums it up perfectly "Proteus IV, the evil computer in this rather absurd film, is what HAL would be if HAL read porn and added a little reverb and digital delay to its voice."

From Proteus IV "Eternity does exist, but the price of admission, death, is too high for me to pay"

I actually found a link to the soundtrack on the DICHTUNG UND WAHRHEIT blog. Enjoy.

Post Pitchfork Hangover

Drawing Credit: Kim Reinhardt

OK. Pitchfork is finally over. When I was younger July 4th always marked the climax of the Summer as I soon started dreading school or the inevitable move back to Gotham City (I was conflicted about NYC for a while.) Now in my extended adolescence, The Pitchfork Festival seems to have replaced that and today I started to see the snow in my head.

 

My friends from Cooper Union - Jeremiah and Kim stayed with us for a few days and for the first time I realized Chicago was a destination. I might not always like the bands they curate but at least I feel like we are back on the map. Oh and PS - Kim has a show at the Pearl Arts Gallery in Stone Ridge, NY, Opening on July 26. Her work is also here.

Phoebe Fisher Disco Dance Disaster

I am DJing at Phoebe Fisher's opening at Heaven Gallery on Friday August 8. Phoebe is amazing - think Giallo storyboards via the hands of Rita Ackermann and Gustav Klimt - check out her paintings on her website here.

And here is a remix I worked on a while back for the now defunct Dirty Things. I think it makes a good soundtrack.

The Dirty Things - New Dance (Venue Remix)

An Autistic Second Life

I've recently been hanging out on William Gibson's blog and catching up with some of his older posts. His fascination with present set science fiction has always intrigued me. This has been one of his major themes in his past 2 books - Pattern Recognition and Spook Country (which I am currently finishing up.) Marketing, branding, and advertising become frequent subjects for him, in a way acting as the present's "technology" - this interests me more than the tired cyber punk style that was relevant at the begining of his career when the internet was more of a myth. 

Anyways last night I found a link to this from his site and I can't stop thinking about it. You really don't have to search too far for science fiction in the present.

First Post. Happy F Day.

A photo I took of my father circa 1999. Going to see the old man on Sunday.