July 30, 2007
I've been in beautiful Sunnyvale California this past week at the Yahoo! Design Expo showing Experimental Devices for Performance. The first day of the Expo groups from all over the world showed in the Tent on the Yahoo Sunnyvale Campus. Most of the projects got a nice little write up in Tech Crunch.
Although I didn't get to present (keynote styles) on the second day along with most of the other participants, the speakers and workshops during the rest of the week more than made up for it.
Among the speakers were Brewster Kahle of the Internet Archive, Tom Kelly of IDEO, Anthony Dunne of Dunne and Raby, and Bob Brunner of Pentagram.
The most exciting thing I saw at the 4,000 + employeed company, was not on the Sunnyvale Campus, but in the small warehouse in downtown San Francisco. A small handful of people my age proposing "fringier"projects and executing them on Yahoo's dime.
Artist in residence? Sounds tempting.
July 14, 2007
you to me on you to tokyo
i love you. i'm sure i always will.
July 09, 2007
Oh boy. The Solar Bikini was covered today by the national news personality Kurt the Cyberguy on the CW11 in NYC, KTLA in LA, and WGN in Chicago. The solar bikini has gotten press before, but none of this magnitude. A fairly good first showing for the first person who has actually put the thing on. Thanks to Preston Noon for being my doppelgänger and the bikini's "handler" while I was away in Chicago. All in all a decent summer so far for the bikini. I may have to take Preston's advice though on the PayPal account for SolarCoterie. I'm flat broke with hundreds of dollars worth of solar bikini on my hands.
I believe the proper quote to end on would be, "you don't really need an iPod, because we all have music inside our head."
July 08, 2007
I was fortunate enough to be invited toand be on the guest list for the second of this years WarmUp series at the contemporary art center P.S.1 in Long Island City, just a brisk 20-minute walk from my Astoria apartment. It was a good thing I was on the guest list too. The guest list entitles its namesakes to free beer. It was needed. I thought I knew what to expect from a contemporary art rock party and for the most part I was right...it was exactly how I imagined it. But imagining such a thing by default sets you outside of the thing, looking in. You don't get the feeling of a place, the scent in your nose, the air of a place and the aura, touching your skin. You can't feel the cold of air-conditioner water splashing your face, or taste the soap of toy bubbles in your beer from imagination alone.
Art-people are fucking nuts. Insane. All of them. And I won't hesitate to describe half of them as quite literally thus. My friend Chris described the scene as the "dirty" part of a party evening. That period of time when nothing is coalescing, when nothing is gelling. Every thing's awry. Bodies thrash unnaturally about out of time with the art-punk music. Art bands rip songs to shreds on-stage then pose melancholically sheepish at photo-ops off stage, sucking their necklaces and fossy-ing their pointed leather art-boots stemming from skin tight black jeans under the swelter of a 90 degree glam-art midday sun. It was an odd scene to behold. It was the feeling that no-one here were themselves an artist, but that everyone definitely knew someone who "was gonna be really hot." Art groupies. They throw all the best parties.
Thank goodness the beer was free.
I had a great time.