EdumacationFrom The Unencyclopedia “Obtaining an edumacationTo obtain an edumacation, one must first become a “student” by enrolling at a school. Various types of schools exist, such as nursery school, high school, and college. Choosing which type of school to enroll in, based on the current stage of your edumacation, can be difficult. It is often tempting to want to reduce the amount of time spent in having yourself edumacated by “skipping” nursery school and high school, and immediately enrolling in a prestigious university (such as Uncycloversity). However, if you are male, this may decrease your likelihood of obtaining sex during your edumacation. Since many of the female students at your university will be older than you, it is unlikely that they would find you physically attractive. However, if you are female, this should be nothing to worry about. For the self directed there are many channels to obtain tidbits of educmacation, they include; word of mouth, rap songs and folk music, internet forums, online video and role modeling. Some occurrences of channeled edumacation have been reported.”
Here is a brand new film. It’s started some musical experiments I was doing. I was playing this cheap casio keyboard and heard something so i kept playing the same thing over and over then I tried to make something similar using the higher quality fruity loops program. Part of the spoken sections come from an audio version of Slavoj Žižek’sThe Matrix, or, the Two Sides of Perversion and another part comes from an NPR broadcast(inadvertantly broadcasting something uesful) adaptation of the Ray Bradbury story The Wind by Brigham Young University(of all places). The phot0graphs consist of various pieces from a MOMA art torrent that’s been going around.
The underlying theme is always somewhere beyond my immediate grasp so if there are strange and disturbing things in it they weren’t put there in any consciously manipulated way
I’ve been thinking about the concept of care. Like when i read “In entering into a relationship with an object of desire it attains its Name, defines its personality, it comes alive by giving it intimate attention, it vibrates a Numinosum, the beauty of soul is brought out in a participation mystique.” I think of the relationships i get into with my various interests. Like how I got the idea to take care of the
garden around my house maybe a year ago.
I let that relationship grow and was able to see with more and more depth and resolution various aspect of the garden. Like what the soil was like and how the water ran and the age of different things.
I ripped up the floor of an old shed and stripped everything out and now I sit there alone and think about how
squatting(physically) in this shed on the dirt looking out the doorway I am physically in relatively the same material environment as someone in a third world country. I like to see the dirt and i think i desire to let down finally all the culturally instilled preconceived notions i had about the value of things.
When I think back just a few years ago i realize that I was involved in a culture of death that spread inaction and frustration as life denying stances became valued as death avoiding.
I am pretty sure we may all die but I am totally sure i don’t know for myself what that really means. It looks like no one around me
alive at all. Everyone looks and act dead. Everyone sits and sits and yells and moans yet accepts the limited horizon offered by the cultural worldview derived from the mass media.
For some reason I went a bit off the deep end about the whole new camera thing. I had a blog that got 17,797 hits and I just went off to the great big consumer heaven on earth. I almost completely believed I that I could not live without a new camera, that my art demanded a new camera that said camera would change art as we know it and it was really cheap? (3,700 bucks with lens) and it was undoubtedly the best.
what an idiot I was.
at this point the current best will be in our phones next year
and the new best will show itself to be cumbersome and unneeeded