A Stitch In Time Saves NOTHING

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 Art Basel, 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 new NINGUN 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!

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