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By contemplating the evil of other i found my own
http://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
By contemplating the evil of other i found my own
Which dictator would you rather give your money to?
1. The one with the good smirk. I like sacks with straps, they're made for $5 but they cost $5,000 and are made by people who probably work 10 hour shifts with few bathroom breaks. But these sacks with straps give my life meaning and purpose, are beautifully styled as handbags, and are much better than trash bags. When I post pictures of them strangers click and make happy sounds.
2. They're both cute, I like cheap underwear.
3. The one on the right because I like computers made by slaves, computers never let me down, don't smell and never sleep on the subway. Computers let me press their buttons and never talk back but make chirping sounds and make me feel like a God.
4. Not pictured. I like cut-up shards dug up deep underground by poor people in countries I can't spell. These shards give me a deep sense of belonging, I feel most loved when presented with these shards around my neck and all my fingers. But I'm not a shaman.
5. Probably the one on the left, I can travel to 58 countries for five bucks each, and let the world know how good I am at purchasing tickets and sitting in chairs in the air. I'm a world traveler and when I post about my cheap adventures to cheap countries where I eat cheap food I get cheap adoration. I actually don't like to do anything, and by moving around spending cheap gas I can justify not doing anything at all with my life. I can bask in the sun and let morons do work and press buttons for no apparent reason other than wishing they are not doing anything also.
6. Neither, I enjoy their work for free. In my house I have a couch and a television, and whilst using those I can watch with impunity other people's children die. I can switch the channels between different dictators making different atrocities so I never get bored.
7. All of them. I'm a dictator myself and my word is law, I get good grades at making billions of dollars. I rule not only factories but countries and planets. In fact, I plan to make even more trillions in space and other planets. My employees kneel deep before me and crawl around the warehouse looking for their minimal wages wearing colostomy bags. When it's my time to die I'll shred all the bills and slowly chew on the pieces. I'll be the most expensive mummy.
Join me in protesting China’s rock solid friendship with killings of children by not funding it with your wallet.
Anything made in China goes back to the shop in case I order it by mistake.
Apple and such can make factories here in New York and countries that do not support the killing of children.
I can spend the rest of my life without products made by dictatorships, but I cannot live without freedom.
The invasion of Ukraine, the killing of children, we are directly responsible for it by being silent for many years in quietly funding a regime that directly opposes our values.
Today is a day of reckoning. Today we pay for our indifference and our basking in products that should not have been made in the first place.
Instead of teaching children how to make incredible technology products here at home instead, we have thousands of homeless children and thousands of children that will never get to make great things. Because instead, a dictatorship regime is going to deliver the goods.
We must look into how far we have come in eroding our own values and consuming ourselves to the death of all freedom.
All the making of these amazing miracle products for amazingly cheap has led to one thing, has led to the assurance of deeply flawed regimes, that we rather be fat than do right.
i spend my time hunting for adblockers. I use ad blocking browsers on my android. I disabled the youtube app on my phone because it has become an ad fest. One of the reasons i am not getting an iphone is because it can’t block ads.
Youtube started putting ads on my videos although my channel was not monetized so i was like if you can’t beat them join them right?
I cant stand watching youtube videos of people constantly shilling stuff. If you promote on your video I wont watch it, no matter how smart I think you are. If you actively advertise on your channel you are dumb, period.
you know why?
rest assured i am pirating on principle.
I use
extensions for chrome firefox and
I am debating with myself the moral issue of watching a terrible tragedy of an invasion on youtube. I am trying to reason with myself what right do I have and on what ground do I stand morally, as an artist, as an American and as a citizen of the world. What is even more crazy is that there is the usual chat on the livestream where kids from all over the world offer their real life commentary and count the tanks and armored vehicles on the screen. I can’t believe my eyes. But I want to remember for the future, for when I talk to my representatives in Congress on what we owe to the world.
My grandfather who was an enemy of the communist state watched Russians kill his friends who as communist invaders occupied Bulgaria. My aunt used to tell me the story of my grandfather who watched the muzzle flashes of the invading communists, shooting people all night from the terrace of his house, smoking cigarettes all night.
Grandpa was told late that night that his life would be spared because of a friendly lawyer who intervened on his behalf.
Many people were never able to realize creatively during their lifetime due to the communist regime in Bulgaria. My grandfather was one of those people, in my opinion a genius, an architect, a painter, a humorist, and a caricaturist, I used to copy his paintings in pastel when I was little. His name is Marin and I was named after him.
He was a very successful businessman, and when the communist regime invaded they confiscated his house and all his property. Him and my grandma were only allowed to live in two rooms in the house and they had a live-in communist with them for 20 years.
Growing up nobody ever talked about it, nobody ever told me what's happening. I was 18 years old when the Berlin Wall fell and I moved to the states not knowing anything about the history of my family or who my grandfather was. On my occasional returns to Bulgaria I was able to glimpse my grandparents history and my grandfather's history and I was told stories by my aunt.
My aunt says that my grandfather was about to be shot because they were shooting everyone who was considered an enemy but he was saved by a friendly lawyer. Basically before the Soviet occupation this lawyer, a friend of my grandfather’s, was sent to prison and my grandfather took care of his family while he was in prison. After the Soviet occupation it turned out that the lawyer was high up in the communist hierarchy. So a person was sent to my grandfather's house to tell them that he's going to be safe and that he's not going to be shot. My aunt told me that my grandfather spent the entire night on the terrace of his house chain smoking cigarettes and looking down into the valley where there were shots and muzzles flashing, basically a series of night executions.
My grandfather passed when I was 16 due to complications they said from the Chernobyl disaster.
When I go back to Bulgaria I try to photograph and keep a visual archive of my grandfather's work. Unfortunately my aunt passed in 2019 and afterwards my mom was overtaken by dementia and the memories may get lost forever. My mom also started destroying photographs and documents from the past due to dementia. It has been harder during covid.
There are many documents which I've seen with my own eyes from years ago from the archives at City Hall in my hometown. These documents pertain to various activities of my grandfather. I remember one slip of paper saying that my grandfather was a hidden enemy of the state, this was anonymous. I want to find and photograph these documents that may be lost forever.
My grandfather was also a godfather to Bulgarian king and I found a city hall minutes from a meeting where my grandfather wanted to give the Bulgarian king the town’s historical fortress. And everybody's like what are you doing Marin, this belongs to Bulgaria we can't give it to the king. He was kind of a royalist.
I've included a photograph of him where he had a business meeting in Sofia and he couldn't find a babysitter for my aunt and so there is a picture of 38 businessmen and my aunt in 1938 in the restaurant.
My grandfather had beautiful handwriting, absolutely magnificent, I occasionally encountered small pieces of paper written by him.
There’s a beautiful letter which my grandfather wrote to my grandma, on his company's letterhead.
My grandfather used to listen to the BBC and the voice of America during communist times. And because authorities knew that he was one of the enemies, people came and put seals on the knobs on his radio so he couldn't listen to Western stations.
My brother knew all about these listening parties because he was in on it because he was much older 10 years older than me but I was never allowed to listen because I could tell at school.
After the establishment of the communist regime in Bulgaria My grandfather was sent to a labor camp and after his return he was never allowed to work. He was told that he should be glad he was allowed to live. So he never worked and did small jobs like modeling for the art academy for portraits.
https://www.publicaffairsbooks.com/titles/garry-kasparov/winter-is-coming/9781610396219/
Very small things in spring make me very happy
The little green things poking out of the mulch
the little red buds
The pink sky over Manhattan
Ducks doing their thing and ignoring people
Whenever they ask I immediately think
Why is my sex any of the governments’ business?
And I think
Well what do you mean?
Are you asking if I were born with a vagina?
Are you asking if I use my vagina regularly?
Are you asking if I use my vagina with a penis?
Are you asking if I prefer to have a vagina?
Are you asking me or you're telling me that I'll be using my vagina on the governments’ premises?
Are you asking me if I have the capacity to use my vagina?
Are you asking me if I want to use my vagina?
Are you asking me because you want me to use it?
Are you asking if I'm currently breeding?
Are you asking which side I'm on during breeding?
Are you straight up asking me if I want a dick?
What if I sport a vagina but I kind of fluctuate in my head, and that process has nothing to do with organs?
How do you know that I am not a robot?
Okay, this is not a blog about fucking.
Hey, hey, isn’t it weird that the word that describes the making of humans is a forbidden word?
What the fusk?
It all started with the DMV, blame them.
I'm working on a project that unravels gender, gender identity, and the home as the center of oppression for women for centuries.
I'm taking a fresh look at the organization of the home, specifically the kitchen, as the center of this debilitation.
I was at the Whitney last night and there was a very curious picture. It was called apron armor. I consider the apron the Iron mask for women, a source of debilitating disease of the mind. And detriment to progress.
There was also an installation at the Whitney of a beaded kitchen, I didn't take picture of it but it's telling, women artists have long been concerned with the home, and especially the kitchen. Very few though realized the oppressive nature of this dungeon.
In many family homes there are thousands and tens of thousands of dollars invested in kitchen appliances and zero invested in books and thoughts centered around progress, science technology, and the advance of civilization.
The book has been around for hundreds of years (people invented it for e reason, for a re-a-son) and never thought that in the 21st century the book has to fight with the debilitating influence of the food culture and entertainment companies, I call these the dumbing conglomerates.
One of the most terrible dumbing conglomerates is Hollywood, it perpetuates stereotypes and oppresses at every turn. You have to notice that in every Hollywood movie women and people of color beg and submit and are commanded by white men in power.
Women wash up things in kitchens and stir big pots while people of color work the land. That's all the the roles you see in most movies. If the woman is momentarily out of a kitchen she's invariably looking for a man, to invariably inhabit their kitchen.
I was skipping recently through a show about Queen Victoria, of course as you know I detest kings and queens stuff, I think that cutting the heads off of Queens and Kings was the best thing that happened to humankind. I really admire the French for that, it was a great idea.
So in that show the English parliament gets together to condemn slavery and while they welcome in their midst a representative a former slave from Virginia they didn't hesitate to command his submission by telling him not to speak to the royalty until spoken to. And the man responds yeah I've heard this before.
In addition to my gender concerns, I have material world concerns, The piling of goods in the home, this dreadful addiction to the material world.
The oppression of women and the oppression of material possessions are not very different. It's about disenfranchising and tribalizing humanity's free spirit by confining huge amounts of the populations to dungeons full of furniture that needs regular dusting.
I own several great books, among them is a series of books called The Material World. These books opened my mind to the human condition around the world.
Disobey, resist and read books.
Diane Simpson b. 1935; Joliet, IL
Apron Armour, 1976 Collograph
What I am reading today:
Tell the truth
I swear I'd watch that.
Hate me. I like Elon Musk. Before he came along I didn’t know first principles to asking questions. Like why are these guys down there on this field, why is where the ball is such a fuss. And why on earth dumb people shill even dumber stuff to a nation that landed on the Moon, invented macs and drives rovers on Mars.
Now imagine you are that stranger, day after day you show up to a field and you chase that ball. 24/7 your entire capable life, all the dexterity of your body, all your ambitions are focused on chasing a ball. The same rules, the same routine everyday.
We have athletic fields and basketball courts all over New York City. It's part of the street culture. It's an actual culture and community. I see kids after school and Wall Street guys kick and play ball after work and on weekends. It's awesome. Exercise the body, hand eye coordination, charge some dopamine, get fresh air. It builds communities. I stop to watch them sometimes.
It's great for kids to play sports and students and I totally approve of amateur sports, maybe semi-professional-amateur and I kind of like the Olympics in principle.
But I cannot understand having a grown man invest a lifetime in chasing a ball. How could that be the ambition of a life, every dog does that even better.
And I cannot understand wasting an afternoon watching a stranger chase after a ball, especially a group of millionaires. Yeah maybe it's worth seeing it once just as a curiosity, but cheering on a grown man running down the field day after day without any life purpose, and watching tons of commercials as a side dish it's just unfathomable to me.
It sounds like a prison sentence without a trial. You're basically stuck at that vicious circle for at least a decade of the most fruitful time of your life. I can understand if it's just a you know kind of a side gig but I cannot imagine chasing a ball professionally on a field.
But grown men in heir prime.
I'm going to organize a clapping and cheering day for New York City street cleaners. They do a very useful and very awesome job. They need to be cheered on at a Super-Bowl.
But for the ball chasers there's no excuse.
And by the way all the watchers of the super bowl are waiting for commercials to tell them what to think.
Hey I'm going to watch a bowl of cereal tell me all the truth about planet Earth and then I'm going to set my course in life based on a box of crackers that may not be made almost entirely of Monsanto crap and chemical shavings.
How about I'm going to wait for an independent artist with an army of 10,000 marketers and sound mixers, and a corporate boardroom on corrosive drinks, to tell me what to feel watch say or how to live.
I'm also going to set my course in life based on complete strangers who for some reason have chosen a life of pretending to have a profession in front of a camera and have doubles do the real work, especially thinking.
I always crush on NASA really hard! I am no longer on Twitter because it always ends up derailing my train of thought into comments and such useless bot stuff. So I just sign on and first read Elon Musk to check on the state of the muskanity and then I check NASA for all the star stuff to see where all the rovers are and what's happening.
There are so many NASA accounts, I used to follow them all on my old Twitter account but that ended up sucking a lot of my time which I could use creatively on something that I really care about so now I'm always selectively pinpointing things like what's happening with the Webb telescope.
And I found this absolute gem of an illustration created by a lot of awesome people at NASA's Goddard space flight center.
link to nasa page https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/13873
link to hi res image https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/vis/a010000/a013800/a013873/PeriodicTableOrigins.jpg
I was looking at the image and I'm like so how did these elements disperse throughout the universe?
It has been probably a couple of years since I stopped typing, I now almost exclusively use voice to text and just edit. So I quickly yelled at my phone how did the elements travel through the universe and another wormhole opened up.
I ended up on another amazing site of NASA made for kids which means it fits me perfectly
read on - i don’t wanna copy and paste.
https://imagine.gsfc.nasa.gov/educators/lessons/xray_spectra/background-elements.html
My first job as a digital artist ( i discount my work in architecture and 3D architectural visualizations because architecture is not art unless it is the work of an exceptional artist like Zaha Hadid, even then it is too bound by gravity ) was making 3D Virtual Worlds design and art for a small company called VWorld Technologies. At the time I was also building in ActiveWorlds and naturally my first world was a Martian Environment. My boyfriend and I were hanging out in ActiveWorlds and bonding while building stuff and chatting. It was the best time. My boyfriend at the time was building a Moon Landing simulation at another lab using software called Motivate. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen.
On a very personal level I'd like to find out what makes me like using the computer that much and building in it. Is it because there's a certainty and clarity to a digital world? Is it the fact that you have a god-like ability to create anything?
The push for 3D virtual reality is the need to create a version of the world where we are in total control. I'm like of course - in the real world we have absolutely zero understanding of who we are, where we are, and what's going on.
The smartest people in the world are trying to figure out how exactly the brain operates and they take very small steps with little creatures like birds, studying and building data models and trying to wrap their heads around.. their heads. Can we realistically study a system that we are embedded in? That's why we need machines - the third eye.
Have you ever looked inside one of those things [computers]? It's a whole hierarchy of angels- all on slats. And those little tubes-those are miracles.
—- Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth with Bill Moyers
Now I am rather an authority on gods, so I identified the machine -- it seems to me to be an Old Testament god with a lot of rules and no mercy.
Fundamentally I believe we humans need to have control of our environment, it's a survival instinct. We have so little control in our lives because of entropy. With computers we have found a way to contain entropy at least within the context of the machine.
Our personal view of the universe is so fragmented we are in dire need of a world with little entropy where we could feel safe from the coldness of space.
But it is a cave alright, the same cave Plato talked about, with shadows dancing on the walls. He knew his stuff.
The reason I am writing this is because of all the talk about Metaverse and Facebook, I am sure data models have given Facebook a reason to fear obsolescence. I am thinking that Facebook could literally disappear in a month. Such is the fate of digital constructs and business models. A small, absurd, tiny, piece of paper with scribbles on it can last 500 years. This was my discovery while studying the old masters and art. There was a 5000 years old tiny animal sculpture I saw at the Morgan Library that blew me away. I have since learned to respect the fragility and endurance of small, deep works, made of durable materials that resist entropy.
I found that great ideas resist entropy the best, followed by the written word.
Earlier this year I made a proposal to scientists at the Columbia Zuckerman Institute to play together Exquisite Corpse, along with the larger Harlem community. Investigators at Zuckerman Institute work to transform the understanding of the brain and the mind.
What is really interesting is that scientists are called principal investigators.
And I thought that to describe what I do as an artist is that I am a principal investigator of everything. My task is to pierce all veils, and strip down everything to first principles.
The principle investigators ask a lot and very interesting questions like:
While I was reading about the principle investigators’ work - I started asking questions in my head, and speech to text them in the cloud:
1 What is bigger the universe or the mind, because we can imagine the entire universe and imagine what is beyond it, so in the sense the interior of our brains hold larger than the universe or is it?
2 Are we figments of someone's imagination?
3 How can we imagine so big when we're so small, we are not even visible from space, we're corpuscles?
4 Does anyone else in the universe think?
5 Does anyone else in the universe see what we see?
6 Does anyone else in the universe know there is a universe?
7 Will the memory of Michael Jackson still live in some form when our universe dies, as a fraction of an atom that once was a memory?
8 are we animals or gods
9 Why do people when they encounter my paints on the street - they start painting immediately?
10 Are we simply the sum of our parts?
11 why brain difference is labeled disease and not just variety
12 Do animals suffer mental illness
13 is creativity flight and fight or entirely separate drive /motivator
14 Why are models beautiful, which part of the brain makes that judgment, how does the brain decide someone or something is beautiful are we trained just like AI or monkey on beauty are we influenced by suggestions when people like things that we decide that we also like the things although we might not but just want to participate
15 are we just a bump in the background radiation, denser field, tiny blips or the future of the universe
16 will machines ever become sentient
17 will I be able to upload myself and live in the cloud one day
18 can my brain live in entirely different body like an octopus
19 What is the difference between decorative and fine arts really?
20 is the brain like my laptop i close the lid and it's all out
21 Why do we sing in the shower?
22 Why do we dance when no one's looking?
23 why is yellow a happy color
24 What is it to have?
25 How exactly do I remember the smell of my grandfather's tool drawers?
26 Why are we interested in Space?
27 What is this fundamental difference between us and machines?
28 how games fundamentally affect the brain and generation of dopamine?
29 Can a machine one day be a best friend?
30 What will humans and machine brains look like in a thousand years?