Month: February 2004

retro look

At the bus station in Philadelphia the bucket seats have black and white, plastic-coated televisions attached to them. A man used his as a pillow, the other occupants of the seats stared blankly out the window, but I, not accustomed to such […]

three years

Happy birthday, Lisbeth’s blog! A charming interview between Lisbeth and her Alter Ego sums up the last three years.

documentary on computer games

At the end of last year, Halvard Jakobsen made a half-hour radio documentary about video game research that was broadcast on NRK over Christmas. He’s talked with J¯rgen KirksÊther, who’s working on a PhD on computer game history and works with games […]

joint work

In a few hours time I’m going to Philadelpia for Joint Work, which includes an

sand

This morning I saw a man driving his dog for a walk. My feet left footprints in freshly washed sand.

omitted

sound: One foot in front of the other. Her camera looks down but her eyes do not. Almost everything is outside of the frame, outside of the representation, outside of the blog.

studier

Here’s a proper introductory page for Studier: en subjektiv og kollaborativ guide til Universitetet i Bergen, the class project my web design and web aesthetics students made last week. I captured about a third of the registered students in the photo, so […]

pax book

Salam Pax’s book version of his blog is even being translated into Norwegian. It’s right at the bottom of Gyldendal’s spring list. Last week I was told that while the internet might harbour an alternate public sphere, fame created on the internet […]

screens

I didn’t know where the Port Authority Bus Terminal was and walked out pulling my suitcase behind me (“sorry, love, we’re not allowed to offer baggage storage after September 11”) to see to my surprise that I was on Broadway. Turn a […]

border

“No, there are no gifts from other people in my suitcase. Nobody gave me anything.” He looks at me, with a flirtatious smile, yet contrarily states, “Yes. They did.” I stare blankly at him, what does he mean? Flirting with him let […]