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On November 19, Microsoft relaunched the XBox Live Network with a brand-new (bearing in mind that with Microsoft, new is always a relative state of mind) avatar-based interface, and the XBox-based portion of my online identity received an extreme makeover.

 

 

 

 

 

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theanyspacewhatever: notes

On the way to theanyspacewhatever, the Guggenheim Relational Aesthetics show, I meet mariachis on the subway between 77th and 86th.


Maurizio Cattelan's "Daddy Daddy" -- drowned yet floating (because wooden? Then how'd he drown?) Pinocchio -- makes it all worthwhile immediately. Father of 4-year-old girl turns it into an object lesson about the importance of lifejackets.


The Guggenheim is a lot of things, but it is pretty clearly not anyspacewhatever. Whatever.




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tapeworm infestation

On November 20th, I was the happy guest of the students of UPenn Kelly Writers House during TAPEWORM: a collaborative exhibition based on Darren Wershler-Henry's the tapeworm foundry (andor the dangerous prevalence of imagination), curated by Kaegan Sparks. Full details are here.

alienated 11: blinded with aperture science

Marshall McLuhan was fond of observing that the content of a new medium is always an older medium. He would likely have taken a certain amount of satisfaction out of the notion that the job of popular music in 2008 is largely to serve as the content for cell phones and video game consoles. Legal downloads of digital songs from the iTunes Store alone outsell most traditional record stores. Downloads of ring tones for cellular phones regularly outsell the singles on which they're based. (Click “Read more” below, or the title above, for the full post.)

RIP DFW

David Foster Wallace died on September 12, 2008. Something I wrote years ago seemed appropriate, so I added a dedication:

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(after David Foster Wallace)

the music was incomprehensible until they realized that at each beat, the instruments were playing every note on the chromatic scale save one, and that the melody consisted entirely of its own delicate absence.

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