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MTstudioDoc 11.02.13 ( rovCAM JjFwAud )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJfv9xH15IM

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Artist Biography :
MT is originally from Cleveland Ohio and currently lives in
Buffalo New York. His lifelong background in traditional art making
has expanded to include digital media production. This vast creative
potential is currently focused within. Influenced by Carl Gustav Jung,
Marc is trying to understand his mind through analyzing his creative
output and lifestyle. He must learn to transform his own mind at will
before transforming the collective mind of humanity. He seeks to free
the individual creative mind from the tyranny of culture.
Artwork Title : MTtimelog_2010.04.15-05.15 Medium : paper, pen, pins
Description : For the duration of one month, the artist logged all of his life
activity onto a large gallery wall. A minimized portion of his
waking hours was allotted to sitting at a makeshift portable desk
inside the gallery, analyzing his most recent hours of activity and
thought from his life outside the gallery. He analyzed recorded
audio notes and video documentation from his life and filled the
“timelog” on the gallery wall with dense handwritten notes. The
graphic structure of the “timelog” allows for refined levels of
comprehension when viewed from further distances. For the artist,
the function of this overall process is free intuitive creativity
from the meddling of consciousness. He dreams through free action and
analyzes the resulting artifacts and documentation in retrospect to
seek meaning. This gallery wall project was an experiment to see if the
process of introverted analysis could survive extroverted exhibition.

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MTpedestal / "booth of shame"
mobile presentation booth with digital projector turret
"I will hijack public art events by arriving uninvited in this mobile presentation vehicle, projecting video documentation from my creative practice. I will ramble on and on about the concept, execution and potential of each art object and/or action." -artist

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MTtimelog_2010.03.15-05.15 w/ thought constellation
pen and marker on paper, with string, pined to the wall

"I will spend 15 hours, every week for the duration of this show,  constructing a time-log of my life activity and thoughts. This is a personal psychological experiment to isolate creative and analytical thought modes into allocated time slots. It is an experiment to see if introverted intentions can survive extroverted exhibition." - artist

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MT and friends blew they minds
at Pechyer-Coochee B-low 9 !
http://www.pecha-kucha.org/night/buffalo/9  
http://www.buffalorising.com/2010/02/pecha-kucha-at-wnybac.html
20 slides - 20 seconds each - a 6min40sec HEARTATTACK
LIVE in front of 250+
amidst 9 tightly planned and articulated presentations
A RAMBLING TANGENT SCRAMBLER
OF SPOKEN METAPHORICAL CUBISM
introductory statement :
"my MAJOR artwork is my MIND...
but I constantly make stuff too.
I want to show some of this stuff to you."
this review of the show even mentions me!!!
http://www.buffalorising.com/2010/02/pecha-kucha-in-buffalo.html
"Another presenter ran an amusing stream-of-consciousness ramble, that was in part accompanied by some slides of himself, robotically wandering the Performing Arts Center at UB in a box with a window cut-out."

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FIRE MARSHAL RETURNED FOR THE SECOND TIME!
(this past Thursday, 2010.02.11)
THERE WAS NO NEW VIOLATION!
I AM FREE ! ! !

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door open -  ribbon cut          - door close
door open -  clacker hidden   - door close
door open -  table dump         - door close
door open -  table statement   - door close
door open -  heinous tones     - door close
door open -  clacker seen       - door close

video : http://vimeo.com/9282560

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Here's some links to new video nuggets!!! /// slow-mo walking trio_: the three of us walk down the hall extremely slowly to see what it would look like when we sped it up /// hot glitter glue over a crappy painting_: I dumped a ton of multi-colored hot glitter glue all over this crappy landscape painting that I found in a dumpster /// 10 drawings in 10 minutes_: the three of us did ten consecutive crayon battles, each drawing lasting merely one frantic minute /// elevator crayon chores_: I filled the freight elevator with frantic crayon drawings, governed by a chaotic system /// construction of mirror mountain_: I built this mountain of mirrors to project video onto, this is the final installation of mirror mountain!

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I am an artist. I am a 34 year old, male, Caucasian, heterosexual, of middle-class Roman Catholic upbringing,  raised without major scandals or hardships in the Cleveland suburb of Wickliffe Ohio,  nestled in the dominant Earth superpower of The United States of America. This privileged foundation and cultural position greatly enables my excessive introversion. I intuit my way through art creation; my consciousness silenced in a wordless mental state. I use the phrase "the work creates itself" to imply a reactionary relationship to the present stage of process. This reactionary state is an open door to motivations from beyond consciousness. I only understand potential meaning of creation after or while I create. I am at once artist and audience. Similarly, when speaking, I often do not comprehend my words until the sound moves the air. This mental state is not something that I am imprisoned to, but an aspect of our human potential I choose to nurture and attempt to embody. I sense that social culture inadvertently silences more of our human potential than it enables. An individual mind is capable of infinite potentials that are not acceptable within the narrow scope of this culture that surrounds us. We can not exercise our individuality within culture, rather, culture exorcises the individuality out of us. My admittedly romanticized view of culture's role as primarily enforcing conformity,  functions as opposition to the cultural judge that ambushes us all from within, the "super-ego". I actively romanticize my subjective view of external "reality" as a means of controlling undesirable aspects of my psyche. As the inverse of the way dreams fantastically codify the reality of the irrational functions of the psyche,  we can fantastically codify reality back into our psyche to control of it's irrational functions. My art practice attempts to have this type of symbiotic relationship with my psyche. I externalize my psyche like dreaming through my hands, to access the psyche beyond consciousness, and I react to what comes forth by adding to it, to feed back into the psyche's depths. My personal self-refining process finds parallels in what Carl Gustav Jung referred to as "active imagination“. It is not surprising that my art practice does not reap "saleable" items that are desirable to others. Those who value my work, value a sublime glimpse in to the depth of a psyche.

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Alice and Kyle helped me video and photo document my "pedestal of SHAME" in the atrium of the CFA at UB in the middle of the night on Saturday. A large white pedestal monolith meanders it's way through a vast empty atrium. A digital projector pivots on top, projecting immense videos onto walls of varying geometry. The side of the pedestal facing the projection is ornamented with an excessively ornate antique gold art museum frame. Through the opening of the frame is a deep dark shadow box holding the disembodied head of an artist who gazes at the projected ghosts of his work while rambling on and on about intuitive process. I created this self powered projection vehicle for hijacking art galley events. In the future, I plan on arriving uninvited to art openings, inside of the mobile pedestal, peering and speaking through the ornate frame, while projecting my work onto any available surface. I intended to debut my booth this past Friday at Buffalo's Allentown First-Fridays Gallery walk. The unanticipated snow halted my plans, because my leased digital projector and electronics were exposed to the elements in the open top of the pedestal. The completed mobile pedestal "booth" now sits in waiting for the right event, atmospheric conditions, and extroverted mind space. The photos and videos shot by Alice and Kyle will be assembled for a presentation this week on the potentials of this vehicle of expression.

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only a few weeks left and I still need to write 2 different ten page papers,  a three page paper, an artist's statement, typed notes for two 400 page books I only partially read, read 2 more 100 pagers I haven't started yet, type reading responses for a stack of articles, edit a documentary, construct a mobile projection booth for a performance on THIS Friday, turn in my documents for NY citizenship, fill out a FAFSA to try to get money NOW because I'm OUT and I still need to pay for THIS semester and register for Spring courses, and I still need to make a doctors appointment for my health papers for UB... and an old cavity is getting sore.. and,, I'm sure I'm forgetting something... meet with a faculty regarding the new course I'm teaching in Spring.. ummm, oh! and I'm reading a couple books for fun and stalking my facebook page..

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heinous tones from a B-LOW/E-BOW (Battery LOW)

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statement from the creator of this environment : this is a space where things are created within and without mind into space. like a crawling branching river through a canyon of alluring sirens calling my name. a place where time slips into the abyss, leaving questionable treasures as tokens of passage. I dream outward through my senses, into tangible reality, then read back through my mind again like a flashback prophesy. faith in fate and arrogance of vision! vision materializing without my permissions. if REALITY is the space outside me, around me,  then CREATION is the FUSION of FANTASY and REALITY, someday hopefully indiscernible.

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giant black sharpie task titles on neon green paper cut out and pinned in priority cloud on corkboard

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On the "First Fridays" of every month there is a galley-hop in Buffalo NY, in Allentown. Nobody would ever want to display my priceless artwork in their gallery, so I need to HIJACK the entire event! I propose to construct and a mobile projection booth to wander from gallery to gallery in. I will project video of my various art projects onto any available wall while blabbering on-and-on about each work's unique creative process. I will wander and share until they make me go away. *The "urban space" permits excessive eccentricity (as long as no one gets hurt). The "art galley" scene "officially" champions certain brands of eccentricity (but scoffs at others). "HIJACKING" a "galley-hop" in an "Urban Space" is a PERFECT opportunity to force unwanted eccentricities upon an unsuspecting "high-class" audience. 
("Site" proposal for Millie's Installation: Urban Space course)
(map of territory to be invaded)

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So I've been sick with a serious sinus infection and I'm physically drained and spaced out on meds.  I was on the verge of canceling my "Intro to Digital Practices" class, but I instead was spirited into writing the following text. I projected this in the front of the classroom, flickered the lights to get everyone's attention,  pointed at the screen without uttering a word, and walked out of the classroom...

The students all sat and worked hard for two and a half hours straight!

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click to watch a video regress/progress update
don't worry, I probably won't actually die.

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robotic-motion motion-seeking camera rig that flies and documents from many potential optimized vantages, with an optimized AI slavautonomy for motion along track seeking ANY motion and pivoting toward, like a smoothe robo jet monorail system with a robo pivoting camera rig as the projectile, with physical cable draping and whipping around for the video feed for AI driven multi-cam editing simultaneous to documented action, so the "final-cut" of the action documentation is created and published immediately as the action occurs (even if the flight was visually unorthodox and wild, it'll still be a fun ride!)

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_______click on the damned picture and it will be bigger and better, ok!?

the final design? construction tomorrow!!!

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no time to type, get loan? get warehouse space? make UB studio ongoing installation space? hmmmm

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heaven-hell-heaven-hell-heaven-hell-heaven-hell-heaven-hell-heaven-hell- (nothing-in-between) so, the fire marshal thing could be a total deal breaker, on Oct the 1st he comes back and inspects my studio, If he finds ANY infractions, the fines are retroactive so I get an accumulative fine adding up from the first day he noticed my mess (that adds up to more $$$ than I could ever come up with! so my grad school experience could be nearing it's END) that would be fine and dandy if I had NOTHING to do between now and then but CLEAN, but I have a FULL course-load and a class to teach! This past weekend I built the first two of the shelf structures for the studio design while I intermittently shot documentary video of the graduating MFA class setting up their final show in the gallery (I am also in charge of creating video podcasting content for the dept). I have been meeting with our buildings facilities manager to share my studio plans. He seems to think everything will be fine (if my results actually match my planning) but he stressed that it is the inspectors MOOD at the specific moment he walks through that determines HOW picky he will be. My life is hanging by a thread. also, I'll have to share my performance/installation I did in the freight elevator with you sometime.

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A.S.M.KOBAYASHI*VIDEOS*HALLWALLS*BUFFALO NY
she finds these thrift store answering machines that still have tapes in them, she discovers some with extremely awe-striking idiosyncratic qualities, mind-blowing glimpses of the obnoxiously-intriguing secret lives of strangers (stranger-than-fiction), she is spirited into visualizing a series of these scratchy audio messages, her profound empathetic and creative super-powers (and her past in theater costuming) turn her into each character that speaks or is alluded to on the tape, moments where she knowingly exposes her goofy sense of humor are the fare she pays our rigid culture to go so far outside of herself and imagine so deeply into the other, thank you ASMK, I am truly inspired http://www.asmk.ca/

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Tony was in NYNY via Skype today, hanging out with Mary Jordan who made a documentary about Jack Smith. We all sat around bullshtng for over 3 hrs. I brought my oscillating fan and twisty-tied the web-cam on top so they got a constantly panning shot of everyone in the classroom. (and it kept the laptop and projector cool too!)

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Dearest Tony Conrad,
I am writing you to tell you what I need to focus on in media production class. I seem to be intrigued by the notion of acting the fool, consciously embarrassed, yet containing my anxiety so that it does not dam creation. I told myself a little motto a few days BEFORE meeting you in Linz via Skype. I wrote it on my door and posted it on my anonymous blog "Do not let REASON or JUDGMENT get in the way of ACTION!" A few days later YOU told us "It's BETTER to do EVERYTHING about NOTHING, than it is to do NOTHING about EVERYTHING." Despite (or to spite?) the guidance of many well meaning educators at "fine art" educational institutions, I don't like to think in language as I create, I like to "space out" to open all potential, ONLY to be "intelligently" analyzed AFTER the act. ...and I'll be damned, NOTHING I make seems like ART in any traditional sense. A few years back, for one of my earliest videos projects in undergrad, I videoed myself ripping apart a computer, then I multi-color-hot-glitter-glued it together into what some call a "bird". My first reaction to "editing" was that nothing of the performance should be LOST (cut out), so I sped up the video to whisp through the mundane and slow for interesting content (mapping entertainment priority to varying speeds). I've now been developing this speed technique for years. For my undergrad thesis, I built my home studio AT the Cleveland Institute of Art public thesis show. From within, it was indistinguishable enough that I could suspend disbelief to feel like I was home alone. I made all kind of art-messes like I regularly do, yet this time strangers might be looking in peepholes or watching the projected live-feed in the adjacent theater (side-by-side next to videos shot in the actual home theater). I'm here in one of them "privileged" TA positions in Visual Studies. In my cover letter, I convinced them that my obsession with Carl Jung has lead me into forced multiple-personalty experiments. My "Emerging Practices" focus will bounce between psychological analysis and "art" creation. I will literally alternate between two personas, one a creative "madman"and one the analyst. I told them I am going to video everything, speed-optimize it, create abstract visualizations, and format it into television episodes. I am now building a ghetto television-sound-stage version of my art studio across the atrium in the Visual Studies Dept (Sarah Paul's old place). Hopefully I won't really "lose" my mind, but if I get kicked to the curb, at least I'll fit right in in Buffalo NY. Tony, I am SO happy to meet you and like you a whole lot already. I am very excited about working with you! Also, I'm ALL ABOUT doing communal class productions as well as my personal stuff.

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I cut ALL the wood today, for the ENTIRE completed room. I didn't have enough scrap wood though, I had to blow $ at HomeDesparate. I still gotta READ a BUNCH before getting to sleep, but I DID finish that email to Tony Conrad regarding my class project focus.

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The Google SketchUp model is done. I'm going to bed.
Tomorrow morning it's off to the woodshop!

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i put little fortunes on everyone's door handles in my hall
5 lines from various butchered books, randomly picked
i will never confess, i start a legacy of mysteries

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this was written in response to an request to recall when a specific smell or sound reminded me of a specific memory of the past, I couldn't think of sht, so I wrote this speculatory excuse for my memory deficiency LINK

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so, the night after the first official "PINK" (bar) get-together (open 'til 4am), I thought I was arriving to my first graduate seminar class 15min late, only to find out I was ONE HOUR and fifteen minutes late. BIG OOOOPS!! that CAN'T ever happen again!!!!

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This is my first project proposal for my installation class...
My "time" installation is going to be projecting video documentation of a construction process onto the completed construction. My studio is currently a CHAOS of precariously piled boxes, cabinets, and "everything but the kitchen sink". There is barely space to walk. THE FIRE MARSHAL IS VISITING TUESDAY!!! I have built a digital 3D model of the space and the planned organization. I am doing heavy construction this weekend of elaborate shelving structures to turn the space into the ultimate functional artist's studio. I am going to video-doc the entire process and use time lapse techniques to minimize the overall video duration. The projected video at hyper speed will reflect the initial chaos of the space, winding down until the projected video becomes merely a spotlight revealing the completed studio. This project gives me the opportunity to take my habitual video documenting of process and optimize it into a presentable artwork.

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Dr Steve's stack of books we have to read...
Communist Manifesto - Karl Marx
Civilization and Its Discontents - Sigmund Freud
Elements of Semiology - Roland Barthes
Mythologies - Roland Barthes
Against Method - Paul Feyerabend
Out There : Marginalization and Contemporary Cultures - Gever, Ferguson, Minh-ha, West
Soft Subversions - Felix Guattari
Society of the Spectacle - Guy Debord
Simulations - Jean Baudrillard
Multitude - Michael Hardt, Antonio Negri

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THE FIRE MARSHAL IS VISITING ON THIS TUESDAY TO INSPECT STUDIOS ! ! ! PROFOUNDLY UNFORTUNATELY I AM NOT JOKING ! ! ! PRAY FOR ME ! WISH ME WELL ! CLAP YOUR HANDS ! CLICK YOUR HEELS! WHATEVER IT TAKES ! I NEED SOME EXTRA MOJO TO GET THROUGH THE WEEKEND ! oh yeah, I have a full coarse-load of graduate level reading and a class to prepare in a software I never used, and I also gots ta party wit my new peeps!!!

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Tony Conrad met with us via Skype from Linz Austria on for the first day of media production class. He will be traveling the world during this semester so a good portion of our class meetings will be online. In future Skype classes he is going to introduce us to other amazing artists from around the world. It is like "behind the scenes" access into his busy life. We hung out with him virtually in his hotel room for 3 hours, eating and chatting. Everything he said excited my specific personal interests. He encouraged us to be arrogant enough to try to take over the world. He said it's better to do everything about nothing than to do nothing about everything. He gives us his full support to accomplish anything we can dream up. He is AMAZING! Exactly the provocative idol I need.

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I finished enrolling! Here's the list!
"Graduate Seminar I" (Nancy Anderson)
"Introduction to Critical Theory" (Steve Kurtz) w
"Installation : Urban Space" (Millie Chen)
"Media Arts Production" (Tony Conrad) w
"Consciousness and Cognition in Fact and Fantasy" (Josephine Anstey)
and I'm teaching...
"Introduction to Digital Practices" to undergrads from MANY disciplines.

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day one over, sat in on Alice's class intro, helped orchestrate speed-dating style meet and greet, videotaped it, both of us in our new lab coats / walked by the lake behind two undergrads smoking a fat blunt on a crowded sidewalk (on a campus where you can't even smoke cigarettes), I snuck next to them, leaned in, and said "kin i hit dat?", the look on their faces when they looked to see an adult in a UB lab coat right next to them was PRICELESS!, "naw, I'm jus kiddin" I said smiling as I walked away, all of us laughing hard / in performance installation class Millie had us take turns playing blind, I busted out my blacked-out swim goggles, we walked by the lake listening and feeling our way around / Alice sat in on my class intro, she helped orchestrate the complex meet and greet algorithm, both of us in our new lab coats, the kids are alright, I gave 'em the class descriptive introductory shpeil, I videotaped the whole class period / I hung out with my favorite new colleagues, Alices' sweetheart Evelyn made us amazing burritos / damn, I'm so tired

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this is what my studio looks like the day before classes begin

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it is all so terrifying but I suppress it and keep my cool, I have to lie to myself and believe that doom is not pending, teaching what I believed to be merely be multiple graphic software introduction class, now learning it is not merely a "lab" class, but 50% of it is a "LECTURE" class with a college level introduction to digital art history and theory from ME, teaching / talking / preparing and executing a college course, amidst a SEVERE workload of the constant reading of graduate level theory and constant lengthy writing in graduate level grammar, all the while creating my own artworks AND developing a graduate level excessively intellectual theory / deconstruction / excuse / for all the stupid shit I make (articulating this now put me to the verge of a panic attack) what am I doing here?

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dam, it's fo real now, class all day, talking in front of hundreds, tomorrow I have to do a 5 min lecture about how to do something (videotaped to be analyzed and critiqued)! how to do ANYTHING, but WHAT??? I want to tape it to post here. What will I present??????

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Had wings at Duff's w/ Alice, Evelyn, and Kyle. I like them all lots. I'm glad to have met fellow masters in training. Tomorrow and the next day, I attend a seminar teaching us how to teach college kids. I hope it's at least entertaining as a people-watching excursion (and maybe I'll even learn something).

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bummer, I was listening to music on the far side of my studio, a door knocking wasn't heard, somebody used a skeleton key to OPEN my studio door, I heard THAT, I headed some dude off at the door, some lab tech from another floor was snooping around because he couldn't find one of his opaque projectors , I GUESS MY FANTASY OF THE SANCTITY OF MY PRIVATE STUDIO HAS BEEN SHATTERED, what should I do? I don't want to make waves right off the bat... (drama-king)

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@ 3:00pm (15:00)
I began MTtimelog
(time documentation scroll)
(personal awareness tool)
(anchor to "reality")

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I CAN'T EVER/CAN NEVER -NOT- SURVIVE
THERE IS NO PRECEDENT SUPPORTING THIS IMMINENT DOOM HYPOTHESIS
WHEN THE MONUMENTAL PROCRASTINATION DAM BREAKS
I TEND TO THRIVE BEYOND SURVIVAL
IT'S ALL IN THE HEAD (EVERYTHING is ones and zeros before YOU process)
FAILURE IS VICTORY IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND

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DOOM!!! I had to shuffle mega-piles! My keys got buried! I got pissed and started throwing things indiscriminately until I found them! I stopped by the apartment for a shower. I just returned to find the results of my tantrum. Once again, there is not enough clear floor space to even walk. I climbed over a mountain to get to my laptop to write this message (as one last act of procrastination). I have an eternity of work before I can even clear enough space to sleep! DOOM! DOOM!! DOOM!!! (a nightmare?)

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need "TOE-TEM"
need "TOE-TEM"
need "TOE-TEM" in Buffalo
ASAP ! ! !
need "TOE-TEM" (for creative power)
on wall before eyes and spirit
before the future days begin

(facebook prayer to Nathaniel Murray 2009.08.23)

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A human being knocked on my door! Alice's studio is down the hall. She lights things on fire while videotaping, then projects the fire back onto the burnt remains in installations! She collects antiquated digital equipment and old typewriters too! We ate pizza with her mate who is a programmer. We all seemed to have lots in common and I felt profound deja-vu of us all meeting in the empty hall and ordering pizza. Synchronicity strikes over and over, like I'm a lightening rod! I live inside of a strange dream.

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Jason came to visit for a few days and we bar hopped in Allentown, bicycled for a billion miles beyond campus, ate wings at Duff's, roamed Elmwood village, jammed in a giant echoey staircase, ate huge omelettes, toured the 2 art museums, walked for miles along the raging river, watched giant kites at the park, drove until we smelled infinite cereal, then ate burgers in some bar downtown. Now I'm alone in Buffalo again, in the middle of this chaotic studio mess again, baffled about what to do next again...

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I rebuilt my mega-desk.

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I filled the cabinet w/ electronic devices.

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This morning, I sat by my giant lake (you know, the one at the bottom of the mega-stairs leading down from my temple) I sat over there by the greek ruins (over by that crowd of scavenging geese) I ate 6 "Cheeezy Tots" and sipped my "Venti Bold Brew", I noticed that the clouds shadows were making waves of sunlight rush across the water towards me, the wind made a texture of micro waves on the lake while speeding clouds regulated the sunlight in mega-macro-waves at the pacing of ocean tidal waves, I would watch a wave from afar speed towards me until I was bathed in warm sunlight, the playing children's screams were identical in tone and texture to the pulsing seagull cries (although the kid sounds came in varied broad waves feathered by the wind) is this a dream? I went back to my chamber and continued considering constructing a bunk-bed 15 feet high (to sleep up by the skylight)

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floor cleared, ready to move cabinet, fill it with electronics, build the computer desk, plug together infinite components, then open Maya to design the room layout

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SHRINE OF BENDED NAILS 01

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timeline (I meant to write "007") oops!

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progress and a hint of a plan...
"do NOT let REASON or JUDGMENT
get in the way of ACTION!"

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glimpses of a mess

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I've been like some kind of weird MOSES of the junk sea : parting the sea of artifacts precariously piled like TUT's ransacked tomb, optimally piling into tight stacks at the perimeters of the chamber. The captive Jews of my soul are escaping the bondage of my Egyptian mind! (or visa-versa?)

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the banner has a picture of my new house, just grad students and janitors have access 24/7, I type my secret code on a fancy scrambling LED key pad (w/ narrow viewing angle) and the door magically opens, my front yard has a purdy lake, Liza Minnelli and the Shaolin Warriors are coming over to perform in my 1744 Seat theater, but I'll probably be hiding on the other side of the atrium, in my private chamber (the square on the right)

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floor clearing and wood piles from yesterday

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Yesterday, shortly after noon, I arrived at the temple, walked down the corridor, and entered my inner chamber (filled with everything i had collected in my earthly life, an existence I once believed to be "REALITY"). I stood motionless and silent, thunderstruck by the puzzle before me. Where could I begin? How can I rearrange to organize when every square inch is cram packed? I took immediate action as soon as an idea hit me. I attacked every piece of furniture I could reach with my power drill/screwdriver and/or hammer and/or camping axe. I broke them down to raw wood slabs, neatly stacked. I ended the day with just enough floor space to lay a beanbag for sleep. I awoke in this strange cluttered chamber. What's the next step? Why?