Hello Again, Gender Friends! I grow weary of my bloglessness. Without it I feel like the victim of a corporate Laryngectomy. So I carved out a loophole in timespace. We'll see if this is just a temporary solution, but until I resolve it, you can access the old blog here at the Way Back Machine!!! [unfortunately it seems many of the images are unarchived, so I will try to replace them eventually.] and I will continue regular updates here. Perhaps at some point these two countries will rejoin one another. Nearly two years of activity has now gone unaddressed on offical media. So let's rectify that. Following the wild series of arrests at ArtBasel, we started work on a strange little project called the Underwater Opera which toured up and down the eastern seaboard and finally landed back in Miami (photos forthcoming?) Afterwards, I went on another tour of the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico, where NINGUN SOLICITAR was founded and we also became interested in the LaRhaata Cult. Maybe the timing of this is all schized and slimed. In any case, after an explosive spring in NYC, I left to tour Europe, hitchhiking through squats and residencies from Bergen to Prague to Saas Fe, then up to Edinburgh's Fair and down to Zaragoza. It was wonderful. After some confusion, a few half-abortive tours, and a newNINGUN SOLICITAR by-the-minute hotel in Miami whose franchise blossomed big, I bounced from coast to coast and ended up back in New York, where last week I narrowly escaped another European adventure, much to my chagrin. Although Debris Bouquet is sadly defunct, one of our new groups,ƏË, has been playing inside and outside, the Nihilist Newscasters are about to kick back into high gear, and the Nomad Rhizome Residency Program is still going strong, hosting workers and thinkers from Cologne,L.A./China, Puerto Rico, and Georgia, to name a few. I decided a few months ago to dress up as Donald Trump and get beat up for rent money as a kind of community service, and it ballooned into something wild on the news in 12 countries. This week, I am rebuilding the Performance Cart 3.0, doing some strange pushes, and Other Things.
Dozens of Projects that have been nothing but shadowy mindgames for a long time are finally coming to fruition: Giant Tetris, a Miniature Art Show About Horses, the Gum and Fingernail Sculptures, the No Hope Seed Bank.... to name a few! I'm also nearing a completed draft of the tentatively titled "Morphology of Xos" a kind of mix between the necronomicon and the codex seriphianus derived from my old Transgender Anarchist Superher@ in Space in the Future, Jethro Rube's orgasmic invagination of a Demonic Planet back in the day. Lots of Boxes, Worlds, Carbon Offsetting Semiotics, etc... If anybody does want to set up a studio visit, please let me know! I think I finally have some pretty cool things going on, physically, formally.... Last but not least, I'm putting together some little grab bags of weird merch and paraphrenalias I'm happy to send out to people who want. Be in touch, and I'll try to set up a Venmo or something. PS. Destroy the money economy. PPS. I have a Mailing List too! So LMK if you want to be on that!
It's been almost a year since I switched hosting plans after justhost's costs went through the roof, and somehow my two old wordpresses just didn't make the swing. Several people have spent countless hours trying fruitlessly to resuscitate them both (and if you know any Web or Code geniuses, please send them my way there's so much wonderful stuff on there it'd be such a pity to lose), but until we make good on that Lazarus plan for the Neon Animist SpaceShip Aporia and the central Enormous Face Blog, I thought I'd hunker down and carve out a little independent Thynge to fill in the cracks somewhat. Call it a kind of patchwork, or blog-grout. I desperately need a fascile place to sink writing that's not facebook. Something free of algorithms. So here it is! And Here I Am, laying on the compressed grey shag rug in the wonderful old wooden house my uncle built for my grandparents forty years ago in what's left of this forest by the school, rain pattering down nostalgically from the cliched Pacific Northwest skies eating a bowl of mayonnaise and hot sauce. I think I have a hole in my tooth. Schoenberg and Guts Pie Earshot alternate aural layers through a stilted text to speech rendition of the wikipedia article that lists the various attribute and qualities of the Elder Gods. I paid wikipedia $3. I'm frantically flossing and writing post cards -- anyboday want one? I finally got my hands on a copy of a french comic from the 80s I've been dying to read for years. I've forgotten how to sleep. It's hard to decide how to balance Learning, Loving, Planning and Making. Sometimes I feel so alone. Tonight, through panicked spurts of isolation, indecision, and protracted anxious anticipatory FoMo towards an inability to absorb all of the internet's contents quickly enough, I made some tremendous breakthroughs in praxis and direction. But I am not going to tell you about that. It's a secret. Save that it has to do with dark matter, al qaeda's 7 step plan, plate tectonics, transcendental anarchism, fusion power as monad pluralism, and a way to float utopic garbage aircraft carriers into orbit. Let's make this dream a nightmare! ...The mayonnaise is almost gone now. down to the dregs... Some things are falling apart. Right now. All around me. Other things are gonna be okay. Nothing really matters. Make Some Hashtags. Remember that the self is a blemish. Watch funny videos. Lose Sleep. Pile stuff up. Forget. People who give advice and commands should be excommunicated from the community of Beings. I don't care. I hate feeling annoyed. Let's cover the bank in slime. Email me something weird and cool, I'm tired to doing my own research!
