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Prada for looters, for art

Posted in Uncategorized on August 22, 2008 by benigngirl

I found this post on jossip.com and it’s too well-written to mess with so I am posting it here as is for those of you who never click links. But, for the rest of the pics you will have to click, so there ya go. ;-)

This Prada Store Does Not Accept Returns, Because It Does Not Accept Sales

Pop-Up Shops

You’re looking at the loneliest Prada store ever built. Its big opening was in 2005, but there was no party, and Miuccia Prada did not show up. Though behind the glass walls you will find shoes priced in the high three-figures, no money has ever changed hands here. Not a single swipe of an American Express card. That’s because this Prada store — Prada Marfa, located in Marfa, Texas, on an empty stretch of Highway 90 — is not a Prada store at all.

It’s a work of art — or, to us, a publicity stunt — from Berlin artists Michael Elmgreen and Ingar Dragset.

Made of earth-friendly earth, this biodegradable adobe building will slowly melt back into the landscape once the looters have removed the merchandise. The slow fade to oblivion will provide countless hours of conversation for motorists driving through West Texas. Starting with simple questions like “What the hell was that?” it’s sure to inspire more thoughtful dialogue – like “When is advertising art?” or “When is art advertising?” Or (for really long trips) “What is art, anyway?”

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Shit. I think I need to build a store. Maybe a vacation store. And then the performance piece will be like a test. Like, can the artist be trusted not to loot her own store?

And to make it more appealing (to me) it’d have to be in writing that looting was absolutely without repercussion. Then I’d videotape me every day wrestling with the desire to not be taken in by all of the scenic travel posters. When I finally, inevitably, gave in I’d take the videographer (spellcheck tried to change that to ‘Paleographer’ so, characteristically seeing that as an omen, I’d take one of those along as well, whatever it is) with me and my friends and family as we vacationed around the world.

There’d be a psychologist and psychiatrist along to gauge how our glee overcame our consciences. I’d bring my therapist as well, because I need my weekly visits. I’d make it a condition that because I am taking her along on said fabulous world-traveling, I’d get daily therapy rather than the usual weekly visit. This would be necessary because I’d be having bouts of conscience which might ever-so-slightly interfere with my glee. And who knows? I might suffer vertigo when we stay in those glass-bottom huts on Vehine Island (where I built those bat houses with Tony Bennett a while back) or I might suffer mistaken anxiety when my body misreads the signals from my stomach from eating so “differently” than I do at present.
I might also experience Existential Displacement Disorder Angst (EDDA) for finding myself in countries in which I am unable to communicate due to the language barrier. So there’s that.

I like this plan. If you are a Paleographer interested in taking part in my art performance piece, please call.

Speaking of pretty travel posters…. next I will write about working at the travel company. Now there’s a story. Oh my.

Calyx; A Journal of Art and Literature by Women

Posted in Uncategorized on August 8, 2008 by benigngirl

Volume 24, Number 3, Summer 2008

Calyx; A Journal of Art and Literature by Women

Calyx; A Journal of Art and Literature by Women

Calyx; A Journal of Art and Literature by Women

Calyx; A Journal of Art and Literature by Women

Disinhibition-driven interactive condimental ponderings

Posted in Uncategorized on July 14, 2008 by benigngirl

I found an article about commenting on blogs just now on Time.com which begins, “Last month a woman who worked for the Stranger, an alternative weekly in Seattle, quit in a huff. She had been writing for the paper’s blog, the Slog. The problem was the comments people were making on her posts. She couldn’t stand them anymore. “The word I would use is cruel,” she wrote in her sign-off.”

Nice Commenter

Nice Commenter

I got my first uncharitable comment the other day and I sort of deflated a bit. Not that I was puffed up to begin with, but I felt a sinking feeling which, while slightly painful, was mercilessly, atypically underdramatic in its subtlety. Although (and there’s always an although), in using the word ‘mercilessly’ I suppose I insinuate some missing drama which in turn suggest my typically Drama Queen-esque tendencies. I am an italic, or so I wrote in the intro to my possibly never-to-be-published, “novel”, thinly-veiled in its autobiograpicality.

Anyway-I have my blog set so that I have to approve comments. I don’t approve pingbacks though because I really don’t understand them, or their why, and the most smartypantsiest of my friends concede to offer no explanations. And I am having pound cake and ice cream for breakfast, so there’s that.

The article points out the ubiquity of commenting – “Web publishers have begun to offer commenting on everything–posts, videos, pictures, whatever–like it was a kind of interactive condiment. … In theory, it’s a great thing. We’re giving the people a voice! But the reality is that commenting either attracts loathsome people or somehow causes ordinary people to express themselves in a way that is loathsome.”

And further, goes on to compliment the middle ground by way of; “Comments aren’t always that idiotic. The comments … can be incredibly mean, but they’re also often funnier and cleverer than the posts they comment on…. The horribleness of commenters isn’t really a mystery: Internet anonymity is disinhibiting, and people are basically mean anyway. Nor is it a mystery why the people who run websites put up with commenters: the economic model for Internet content is based on advertising, which means it’s based on traffic volume, and comments mean traffic.”

Happy Commenter in Dubai

Happy Commenter in Dubai

Well, that’s sorta an exactly. WordPress (by the way, as I write this in WordPress’ own editing interface, spellcheck underlines that word and suggests I change it to “Word press”. That’s so sweet and unassuming) URL-ishly touts the “Top WordPress.com blogs today” when I log into my dashboard so I can see who’s hot.

This Top-ness is completely metrics-based. That’s what it takes, content; i.e., traffic. By having to approve all of my few comments I am a traffic cop. The volume of comments supports the popularity of your blog and that makes it quantitatively valid. It’s about the quadratic formula perhaps. Comments support traffic in that people will go back again and again to see how people respond to their comment. Arguments ensue, it gets personal, people call each other out by name and accuse each other of not having a life.

I love that line – I dated a guy (suit-wearing, Saab-driving, in the spirit of full disclosure) in Boston many revelations ago who evidently had quite a life as quantified by his accruential existence, and he would look at all the sculptures and paintings in my apartment and say, “Looks like someone has a lot of spare time on their hands”. I learned a lot that week.

Under that “Top…” heading, WordPress has promoted blogs like Stuff White People Like, and I can haz cheeseburger, both of whom have since been awarded dizzying book deals, which I think is pretty great, and which are the result of traffic and content and comments which indicates a huge market the book dealers naturally want to hitch their money wagons to, in that tangible and fungible publishing way. WordPress also tries hard to create cross traffic within this community by putting a ‘next’ button on each blog so readers can click on the mystery door and take their chances on what sort of blog they’ll find at the randomly generated link, and WP also puts ‘possibly related posts, automatically generated’ at the bottom of each post. They want us all to succeed and that feels like bonfires and kumbayas.

Happy Non-Judgemental Commenters in the American Dream studio

Happy Non-Judgmental Commenters in the American Dream studio

Further (more), the comments are possibly a more qualitative stat than just the traffic because they show that the readers are there for the content for the most part. Stats just show traffic; comments show engagement. I get loads of traffic to my blog, as of late, from certain search strings which leads me to recent nagging and related ponderings…

There is a phenomenon happening in benigngirlwood, which is characteristically confusing me, in which I am getting loads of hits each day from people using google image search in the UK, by using the search string “Giant Cat”, which brings them here, which totally benefits Big Sue, the Benefits Supervisor (sometimes found sleeping), which is coincidental.

Big Sue’s big, beautiful quotes is my best-selling blog post to date partly because of that borrowed image of a “Giant Cat”. Although, Big Sue herself is generating loads of traffic as well, but not even Sue Tilley can compete with that giant cat, (on my blog stats, I mean), which the UK is seemingly mad for. It’s mental. I wish someone in the UK would explain this to me. Oh, and Cy Twombly – same thing – loads of hits because of a single eponymously-named jpg bringing people to a certain post. Perhaps there is a current Cy Twombly exhibit somewhere in that kingdom? Why, Big Sue Tilley, why? Give me a big beautiful quote and make it all right. (oh, the drama)

So when people find me that way it feels like false traffic because they did not necessarily want to find me. A few have returned for the content, which I can investigatively tell from the URLs they use in their commenting and that rocks. But when people actually comment on the content it means they have read it and have something to say about it. So comments are key and are indicators of interest and I imagine this is partly why book publishers would offer said book deals to those behind said sites.

Your typical reader of this blog

Your typical reader of this blog

But then you get the comments like the one I got about Holiday in Dubai Gone Awry in which a commenter asserted that Michelle Palmer was born out of wedlock (How does this commenter know that? Is it true? Sure! relationships are not valid unless legalized, and thus validated by the government, certainly, and failing to legalize your union renders the resulting offspring pointless and evil), is white trash (just the ‘white’ part of that screams things), and that she and her co-drunkenbeachgoer should have their this’s and that’s cut off. Nice. Traffic Cop Mo says no. <–I’m sure I’ll regret that. Sigh.

Sadly, The world is not entirely made up of beautiful stock photo people. And we mere mortals cannot know what the road to hell is paved with.

Regretfully, my loyalest commenter Gnomus is driving across the country and will not read this and comment for a few days. Regretfullyer, Lev Grossman did not enable commenting on his article about comments. But it was a good piece so I wanted to share my unloathesome two cents. He was perhaps wise to shut off commenting on that bit.

Click on life for a larger view

Posted in Uncategorized on June 6, 2008 by benigngirl

“She was crazy, but she came by it honestly”  -from a psychic I saw last fall who looked at my palms and told me the story of my childhood with goosebump-inducing precision and who went on to tell me what huge journey I was currently on including actual people (not by name) and how it turned out. It turned exactly as he said it would. He predicted events that happened, right on schedule. My session lasted 2 or 3 hours it seemed but when I left, I realized 6 hours had passed.

“Ever since Joyce, ” he said, “we have been aware of the fact that the greatest adventure in our lives is the absence of adventure’ Odysseus fought at Troy, made his way home on a ship he himself piloted, had a mistress on every island–no, such is not the life we live. Homer’s Odyssey now takes place within man. Man has internalized it. The islands, the sirens seducing us, and Ithaca calling us home–they have all been reduced to voices within us.” From The Book of Laughter and Forgetting -Milan Kundera

Personne, PersonneMo, Geronimo, and the sins of the father and the [W]holy son.

Posted in Uncategorized on June 2, 2008 by benigngirl

It’s a lovely day to appreciate and be appreciated. I think it’s a sign of strength and character to give credit, and freely, and that’s what a dear friend has done here.

And my appreciation for all of his/her/it’s friendshipnesses, kindnesses and words of encouragingnesses is boundless – for this author has the gift of infinite empathy and compassion, wisdom and insight. Personne sees the beautiful.

I look forward to reading this blog every day. And so everyone, meet Carin…

We are maybe going camping cabining at my favorite campground in quebec this fall when the crowds leave and once I have been released from my residency at the *spa* at Bellevue. My imaginary personal assistant left and I have a new grey hair so I am off! Next post will be during my recreation hour. Since personne is french for nobody and I am french (according to that birth certificate) My new name is PersonneMo.

Oddly–rhymes with Geronimo. Oddlier yet –

Theft of remains

Portrait of Geronimo by Edward S. Curtis, 1905.

Portrait of Geronimo by Edward S. Curtis, 1905.

In 1918, certain remains of Geronimo were stolen in a grave robbery. Three members of the Yale secret society of Skull and Bones served as Army volunteers at Fort Sill during World War I; one of those three members was Prescott Bush, father of the forty-first President of the United States George H. W. Bush and grandfather of George W. Bush. They reportedly stole Geronimo’s skull, some bones, and other items, including Geronimo’s prized silver bridle, from the Apache Indian Prisoner of War Cemetery. The stolen items were alleged to have been taken to the society’s tomb-like headquarters on the Yale University campus, and are supposedly used in rituals practiced by the group, one of which is said to be kissing the skull of Geronimo as an initiation. The story was known for many years but widely considered unlikely or apocryphal, and while the society itself remained silent, former members have said that they believed the bones were fake or non-human, possibly in an attempt at misdirection.

“Redeeming” Hitler?

Posted in Uncategorized on May 30, 2008 by benigngirl

Jake (left) and Dinos Chapman with their work Fucking Hell 2008, part of their exhibition If Hitler Had Been a Hippy How Happy Would We Be

Jackie’s Salad Pizza

Posted in Uncategorized on May 30, 2008 by benigngirl

An old postcard sent to me ages ago…

Why, Monkey, why?

Garfield Minus Garfield

Posted in Uncategorized on May 22, 2008 by benigngirl


A friend sent a link to this pretty brilliant site in which the author took garfield out of all the garfield strips and of which the author writes:

Who would have guessed that when you remove Garfield from the Garfield comic strips, the result is an even better comic about schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and the empty desperation of modern life? Friends, meet Jon Arbuckle. Let’s laugh and learn with him on a journey deep into the tortured mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness in a quiet American suburb.

Donkey Kong and The Decline of Western Civilization

Posted in 13832338, Documentaries, Life Performance Art, Mockumentaries, Narcissisim, Obsessions, Philosophy?, Popular Culture, Special People, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on May 13, 2008 by benigngirl

Can ego and the pursuit of the world record in Donkey Kong really be responsible for the future of an entire civilization? Oh the drama.

A while ago a friend brought over the documentary The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters. It’s about a different kind of talent. Video game talent. And ego, and ego and obsession. It plays out like an unintentionally almost funny Christopher Guest mockumentary, almost. It is about the video game Donkey Kong and the rivalry between the top world contender and the man who tries to take his crown.

The crown holder, Billy Mitchell, is a man who won his crown at 17 by getting the highest ever Donkey Kong score. I have read that arrested development means that you get developmentally stuck at that point in your life when something big or traumatic happens or when you start using drugs or some such thing. Then you become stuck at that point in terms of emotional and etcetera-stical development. Billy Mitchell, (said crown holder), and his hair both seem stuck at that moment when he won his title and he holds onto it with an egoistic tenacity that is so pronounced as to make one wonder if this is in fact a mockumentary after all. Throughout the film I kept wondering if his hair feathers back all by itself, but then we see him carefully blowdrying and styling his hair for the camera. He has a mustache. In the picture of him at 17 holding his trophy aloft he has a mustache. He lives in Hollywood, Florida. From wiki- “Mitchell is also noted for his cocky, self-promoting attitude; he is the self-proclaimed “most seasoned person in the hot-sauce/chicken wing industry” and owner of “Rickey’s Hot Sauce” in Hollywood, Florida.”

Then along comes Steve Wiebe (pronounced weebee) who is an affable family guy with two small kids and has just been laid off by Boeing. He lives in Redmond, Washington. He has a simple haircut and wears t-shirts and shorts. His wife says he has many hidden talents. He buys a Donkey Kong machine and spends all his time in his garage working on his score. He seems like the nice guy. But with his young son screaming tearfully for him to please stop playing Donkey Kong and pay attention to him it’s hard not to wonder about the emotional effects of this obsession on his kids and why he laughingly tells him to go inside and leave him alone.

There is the kindly referee who can’t pronounce Steve Wiebe’s name correctly (he keeps calling him steve weeb) no matter how many times he is reminded and seems partial to, and in awe of, the cocky star, Billy Mitchell. The referee wanted badly to be a star himself, at centipede – another video game. Then of course comes intrigue, allegations of cheating, underhanded tactics, snide remarks, juxtaposition of the nice guy’s nice, suburban-ey wife with the busty, provocatively-dressed wife of blowdry title-holding guy, and surprises, twists and turns.

I felt it merited a Christopher Guest treatment but it appears that South park beat them to it in an episode titled “”More Crap

Thinking back on the movie I wonder if it was as bizarre as served up by my memory and then on IMDB I found the following quotes which are such that no further words are needed:

Quotes from Billy Mitchell -

“Not even Helen of Troy got this much attention.”

“No matter what what I say, it draws controversy. It’s sort of like the abortion issue.”

“I’ve pointed out to Steve that he’s the person he is today because he came under the wrath of Bill Mitchell.”

“Well, maybe they’d like it if I lose. I gotta try losing sometime.”

“…but competitive gaming, when you wanna attach your name to a world-record, when you want your name written into history, you have to pay the price!”

From Steve Wiebe’s daughter Jillian; “Work is for people who can’t play video games”. and, “[while directly looking at Steve, her father] Some people sort of ruin their lives to be in there.”

From Walter Day, the founder of Twin Galaxies and kindly referee of the film (which oversees the championship games and awards titles and validates the scores); “I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to be the center of attention. I wanted the glory, I wanted the fame. I wanted the pretty girls to come up and say, “Hi, I see that you’re good at Centipede.”

From the critics-

via Wikipedia – Peter Travers of Rolling Stone gave the film 3 out of 4 stars, wondering “Who would have guessed that a documentary about gamers obsessed with scoring a world record at Donkey Kong would not only be roaringly funny but serve as a metaphor for the decline of Western civilization?”

Among critics who gave the film negative reviews, Ann Hornaday of The Washington Post said “Is there anything more tiresome than watching people play video games?” and “The competition is so vicious because the stakes are so low.”

More quotes from the movie (thanks to IMDB):


Brian Kuh: You know, he’s gonna have to play it perfectly, he’s at the hardest part of Donkey Kong, and it’s not gonna get any easier. So we may have an exciting moment here, or you know, the pressure may get to him, one of those random elements might happen. Sounds like he just cleared another board, but we could have a wild barrel, or some aggressive fireballs. I thought I was gonna be the first FunSpot kill screen, and then I had three fireballs trap me, I had the hammer in my hand, they still got me. So anything can happen in Donkey Kong. So for someone else to beat me to the kill screen would be a letdown, but lets see what happens, maybe he’ll crack under the pressure and maybe I’ll get my chance to do it first.


Mr. Awesome: Everything would’ve fell right into place, but he forgot about one thing: About me convincing Steve Wiebe not to be a chump, talking him out of chumpatizing himself.


Robert Mruczek: When I have to watch that pile of eight tapes over there for Dwayne Richards’ two-day Nibbler performance, that’s 48 straight hours of paying attention and making sure he’s doing everything correctly.


Adam Wood: I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs. I play video games, which I think is a far superior addiction to any of those other ones.


Mike Thompson: I’ve heard a lot of talk of Billy Mitchell, and I’ve heard a lot of talk of strange videos and things. But I haven’t heard much in the way of him getting in front of a camera crew with people and getting a record in front of people. I haven’t heard about that yet. Maybe he did that 25 years ago. But I haven’t heard of him doing it lately, and it makes you wonder why not.


Jillian Wiebe: I never knew that the Guinness World Record Book was so… I never knew it was so important.
Steve Wiebe: I guess a lot of people are… yeah, a lot of people read that book.


Brian Kuh: If anybody wants to see, there’s a Donkey Kong kill screen coming up.


Mr. Awesome: [on video, as George C. Scott in "Patton"] I want you to remember that no punk bastard ever got a gnarly piece of poontang by being sensitive and considerate!


Derek Wiebe: [crying] Stop playin’ Donkey Kongggggg!

Random bits from here and there

Posted in Uncategorized on April 25, 2008 by benigngirl

 

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The ultimate in mobile computing convenience– the keyboard pants

Designer Erik De Nijs, has stitched together this eye catching pair of “Beauty and the Geek” jeans.

These “modern shaped trousers which are often worn by youngsters..” are the perfect solution for Googling quick exits while running from the fashion police.

Built into the knees are a pair of crotch rocking speakers, around the back you have the added convenience of a back pocket for your “mouse”, and for you gamers, there is a joystick controller located just behind the front zipper.

More pics at the source.

Designer: Erik De Nijs

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After
a short visit to the United States,
Michelangelo’s David returns to
Italy…