The only proper subject for art is the utter ridiculousness of it all.
I don't mean just the ridiculousness of the art game, though that is pretty ridiculous. Art is an integral part of human society, and human society is an integral part of the world. Therefore, the ridiculousness of art leads inexorably to the ridiculousness of the world.
And how ridiculous the world is! This spinning ball of mud with these ridiculous creatures crawling across its surface, deluded by pretensions of grandeur.
You have to laugh.
It's final hand-in for the studio paper today. Said hand-in will form part of the end-of-year exhibition, which opens on 5 November.
It's been an up and down kind of year, but I'm pretty happy with how it's turned out. What made all the difference was our class. I'm not much of one for groups, but this one is all right. We've had a good time.
The last thing I've got to do, before I can put academia behind me for the year and get stuck into some painting, is come up with a proposal for Masters next year.
I was derailed from doing a book this year. Maybe I should do one next year?
Then again, there's a general election next year, and it'll probably be quite funny. Maybe I should stand as the common-sense nihilist candidate for Wellington Central?
Decisions, decisions.
Oh, and I'm bitterly disappointed with the lack of response to the caption competition, you useless cunts. This is an interactive, multidisciplinary art work, don't you know, and so as such it needs some fucking interaction! If I fail, it's all your fucking fault.
Arseholes.
27 October 2010
24 October 2010
22 October 2010
Something in Wellington to go to
Tonight, Rose and Daniel will be spinning some records at Happy, from 7.30 to 8.30.
Update: So I lied. Turns out it's from 6.30 to 7.30.
Update: So I lied. Turns out it's from 6.30 to 7.30.
20 October 2010
Parallel worlds
According to the many worlds theory, 'the universe (or multiverse in this context) is composed of a quantum superposition of very many, possibly even non-denumerably infinitely many, increasingly divergent, non-communicating parallel universes or quantum worlds'.
Some people, particularly science fiction writers, like to imagine this means there are a near-infinite number of parallel versions of themselves inhabiting all sorts of exotic parallel worlds (usually featuring airships).
However, each of us is a product of a unique set of circumstances, each of which had to happen for us to have been born. The vast majority of parallel worlds, by definition, are worlds in which different things happen – that is, worlds in which you were never born. And the worlds in which parallel versions of you do exist will be substantially similar to this one, their only differences being the different possible courses your life can take.
Therefore, if you could travel between parallel worlds, the chances of meeting an alternate version of yourself would be vanishingly small, and the outcome if it did happen fairly boring.
Some people, particularly science fiction writers, like to imagine this means there are a near-infinite number of parallel versions of themselves inhabiting all sorts of exotic parallel worlds (usually featuring airships).
However, each of us is a product of a unique set of circumstances, each of which had to happen for us to have been born. The vast majority of parallel worlds, by definition, are worlds in which different things happen – that is, worlds in which you were never born. And the worlds in which parallel versions of you do exist will be substantially similar to this one, their only differences being the different possible courses your life can take.
Therefore, if you could travel between parallel worlds, the chances of meeting an alternate version of yourself would be vanishingly small, and the outcome if it did happen fairly boring.
Racism
I hate South Africans. The sound of their accent makes my skin crawl.
Nazi cunts.
I can't stand the English either. Imperialist motherfuckers, starting off with the locals, then exporting the concept.
And don't get me started on the Americans.
Me, I'm Maltese. Fuck the Maori and their being colonised 150 years ago. We were colonised 2000 years ago. From the fucking Phoenicians to the fucking English, who gave it up in the late 60s.
There were all sorts in between – the Arabs who cut down in all the trees and turned it into an arid wasteland, the Knights of St John and their crazy siege.
Fuck me, I am a racist. I hate the human race.
Nazi cunts.
I can't stand the English either. Imperialist motherfuckers, starting off with the locals, then exporting the concept.
And don't get me started on the Americans.
Me, I'm Maltese. Fuck the Maori and their being colonised 150 years ago. We were colonised 2000 years ago. From the fucking Phoenicians to the fucking English, who gave it up in the late 60s.
There were all sorts in between – the Arabs who cut down in all the trees and turned it into an arid wasteland, the Knights of St John and their crazy siege.
Fuck me, I am a racist. I hate the human race.
19 October 2010
The universe
Check out this whizzy interactive scale of the universe thing.
Speaking of whizzy physics stuff, I also came across these ten purported answers to the question 'Why is there something rather than nothing?' What bollocks. Apart from number 2 (and maybe, if we're feeling generous, 1), they are no such thing. They explain how – not why – there is apparently something rather than nothing.
Now, of course, in reality neither I nor the world exist. But we indisputably appear to do so. Why is this? Logically, nothing should.
Maybe it's cos we can appear to exist. The apparent universe we inhabit is the expression of the possibility that it can appear to exist.
If you know what I mean.
Speaking of whizzy physics stuff, I also came across these ten purported answers to the question 'Why is there something rather than nothing?' What bollocks. Apart from number 2 (and maybe, if we're feeling generous, 1), they are no such thing. They explain how – not why – there is apparently something rather than nothing.
Now, of course, in reality neither I nor the world exist. But we indisputably appear to do so. Why is this? Logically, nothing should.
Maybe it's cos we can appear to exist. The apparent universe we inhabit is the expression of the possibility that it can appear to exist.
If you know what I mean.
18 October 2010
Popular art
People want art like those mirrors in clothes shops that make you look skinnier than you really are.
But only if it has a stamp of approval from some authority on it.
But only if it has a stamp of approval from some authority on it.
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