Saturday, April 9, 2011
Why Wikileaks is an art project by V.Vale
Monday, April 4, 2011
My work
If I just keep prying things, this whole thing might fall apart. Or else nothing will happen, again. No one saw me prying. I was hiding because I knew other people who really know the hows and whys of prying would just laugh at me and my last of strategy for bringing the whole thing down. So while I am prying, I am covering up my work with my forearm, ever so subtly, just in case an expert comes by and shows me a better way. That would be the worst. Because then they would save me from all this prying, which was supposed to take all my energy for the next long while, which is so much better than finishing this prying, bringing the whole thing down, and being left with nothing to do, and a false sense of accomplishment. I want to feel the process of discovery within the bringing of this shit to its knees, but the truth is that I know that other people are already working on it and doing a great job. And they really enjoy the work. They’ve invited all their friends to help them, and they are drinking coronas while they chip away—they are celebrating because they have almost finished. I hope they don’t see me, because my progress is so slow, and I would be so embarrassed that I thought I would do all this work myself. I just got here with this screwdriver and I started wedging it into shit, and I assumed that I would finish, somehow, though I hadn’t visualized the way that that would happen. Maybe I don’t know what it is to finish prying things off, but it’s probably not going to make that big of a difference either way. I just wanted something to keep myself busy with, with a sense of progress and great benefits until I am done working.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
What is it. It is imagined, it is not anything.


na·tion
/ˈneɪTuesday, March 15, 2011
My belly was my sun-dial

The gods confound the man who first found out
How to distinguish hours! Confound him, too,
Who in this place set up a sun-dial,
To cut and hack my days so wretchedly
Into small portions. When I was a boy,
My belly was my sun-dial; one more sure,
Truer, and more exact than any of them.
This dial told me when twas prper time
To go to dinner, when I had aught to eat.
But now-a-days, why even when I have,
I can't fall-to, unless the sun give leave.
The greater part of its inhabitants,
Shrunk up with hunger, creep along the streets!
Plautus (d. 184 B.C.)
p. 28 of The Discoverers, Daniel Boorstin
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Sympathies, an open proposal.
Sympathy is:
1. Sameness of feeling
2. action or response arising from this
3. agreement in qualities, harmony, accord
4. a mutual liking or understanding arising from the sameness of feeling

Sympathies are:
Events where we gather to show our fiercest sympathy. We hold signs without words. The posterboard and the language is replaced by mirrors. We amble, we look, we sympathize.
Don't think Hallmark Card Sympathy, think about how you feel about
Egyptian Revolutionaries, Wisconsin Workers, Planned Parenthood Supporters.
Question the 'form' of 'protest' in your life. How do you deal with the savageness that so many other people experience when you are comfortable, and maybe even happy?
Is it possible to design a new form for our own rebellion?
How. As training, I would like to hold a series of walks for people who are captivated, frightened, worried, and unclear about what to do about so many overwhelming upheavals in the world. With mirrors as our protest signs, we will walk and think about what we are and where. We will look at things, see ourselves where we are, see what others see, and look at eachother. We show or feel sympathy for what we see when we see it, where we are. Meanwhile we think of those who are breaking, or almost broken, revolting against forces as big as nations and tsunamis. For many people who are only surviving recent events, there is no meanwhile to take notice of, meanwhile is a privilege. Let us celebrate the meanwhile, offer sympathy, and focus in on the wonder and the disaster of everywhere we are.
fellow feelings, of like feelings.
1. Sameness of feeling
2. action or response arising from this
3. agreement in qualities, harmony, accord
4. a mutual liking or understanding arising from the sameness of feeling
5. The entering into or ability to enter into another person's mental state, feelings, emotions
6. In physics, a relation or harmony between bodies of such a nature that vibrations in one cause a sympathetic vibration in the other
7. In physiology, a relation between parts of the body of such a nature that a disorder in one induces a disorder in the other
8. A supposed tendency of certain things to unite or act on eachother.



