Month: April 2004

halfhourly photos

This guy is taking photos of himself every half hour for three weeks. There’s something fascinating about his almost-identical expression in every photo, the ever-changing backgrounds that are somehow almost the same despite their wild differences and the repetetiveness of it all. […]

EU experts

Did you know an individual can sign up as a potential expert advisor to the EU’s research programs? You register your field, what you’d be willing to do (review proposals, monitor existing programs, etc) and if they need someone in your area […]

coffee

I’m impatient and lift the lid of the coffee pot to see if it’s nearly ready. As I watch, deep brown caramel trickles out, thickly splashing the clean inside of the pot. Frothy coffee streams out, more and more forcefully until the […]

public strategies for electronic art

The government’s strategies for cultural politics for the next decade or so include a focus on electronic art. Trond has admirably summarised and quoted the most important bits.

hej gud

Oh look, a dispersed art project from 1994, Hej gud, where the idea was to get people together through usenet groups to light fires across the world, spelling out the words “hej gud” (hello god), readable only by God. And people in […]

masturbating machines

Torill went to an exhibition of video game art, and found that the impossibility of audience interaction led to “an odd discomfort, like watching machines masturbate.” I’ve had just that feeling at some electronic art exhibitions, though I’d never realised that that […]

audiosearch

I need a search engine I can sing a theme to and it’ll tell me the name of the song!

&now festival

Apropos the ideas in Rob Wittig’s Invisible Rendevous, here’s a writing festival starting tomorrow about just this kind of literature: If traditional, mainstream literature is the equivalent of a 19th century still-life, literature as a contemporary art form would be the equivalent […]

raining

It’s raining. Plump drops of water fill up the deepening puddles in my waterlocked garden. I trickle water on my daughter’s seedlings, planted far too close to grow for long, with an egg decorated at school planted happily into the earth.