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Remix of Rhythm Science by Paul D. Miller

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Links for webspinna project

http://www.earslap.com/page/otomata.html

https://www.dialupsound.com/

https://youtu.be/IF2v32xCD0Y (slow dialup)

http://www.buttonbass.com/DubstepPianoPage.html

https://youtu.be/Lyt9QG9OJZo (fake language)

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The Yes Men bring attention to serious issues through the kind of culture jamming that employs mimicry and satire to mock and expose inherent hypocrisy in the media. It reminds me of the same sort of frustrated humor you find in The Daily Show or The Onion, which borrows the perceived legitimacy of television news and print news to bring attention to social issues from within the framework of familiar “legitimate” media.

The Yes Men operate by presenting themselves as insiders in order to be invited in, then doing something over-the-top to expose themselves as infiltrators and point out the hypocrisy. It’s a more in-your-face, direct form of the sort of thing Stephen Colbert did on The Daily Show when he adopted the satirical persona of a conservative tv journalist to use the language and views of conservative media against it.  The Yes Men take this to a more confrontational place, more akin to the spectacle of the Situationists, orchestrating events that burst the familiar bubble of conformity and force the witnesses to confront their views from an outsider context.

As for similar artists, I’m not sure if the Guerilla Girls are quite the same thing; I think their works lean more towards art than hacktivism, but they do use the objects of advertising and media, such as billboards, to display their message. Indeed, their works deliberately subverts the visual and text vocabulary of advertisement in a way that feels akin to The Yes Men.

As for the question of whether the “art” disappears as the work becomes “too” political, I would say, does it matter?

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Unfortunately I can’t reblog from this Tumblr because it’s a side-Tumblr and not a main blog,

so I’m going against Tumblr protocol and linking with attribution, because this is a really great post by Casey Fiesler, who spoke to our class last time about copyright.

http://cfiesler.tumblr.com/post/139029976190/an-archive-of-their-own-a-case-study-of-feminist

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Borges & I

My rewrite of Jorge Luis Borges’ Borges & I.

The other one, the social media one, is the one who is much funnier and more clever than me. She comments and she likes and she reblogs and she frames funny anecdotes and records something clever our daughter said so she can post it later. She makes things so she can show them online and this justifies me. She has conceived some valid posts but those posts cannot save me because what is good belongs to everyone who reblogs it. Little by little she becomes me even as everything she says exists only in pixels.

I do not know which of us has written this post.

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Artists are no more able to control the imaginations of their audiences than the culture industry is able to control second uses of its artifacts.

Jonathan Lethem, The Ecstasy of Influence

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Exercises in Style, Raymond Queneau

For my own version of Queneau’s exercises in style, I did a tongue-in-cheek riff on his “modern” filter: tweets.

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Finding one's voice isn't just an emptying and purifying oneself of the words of others but an adopting and embracing of filiations, communities, and discourses. Inspiration could be called inhaling the memory of an act never experienced. Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of a void but out of chaos.

Jonathan Lethem, The Ecstacy of Influence

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Gertrude Stein, remixed

We had an exercise on the first day of Art 4097: Remix Culture, to remix a piece of Gertrude Stein writing:

In the inside there is sleeping, in the outside there is reddening, in the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. In the evening there is feeling. In feeling anything is resting, in feeling anything is mounting, in feeling there is resignation, in feeling there is recognition, in feeling there is recurrence, and entirely mistaken there is pinching. All the standards have streamers and all the curtains have bed linen and all the yellow has discrimination and all the circle has circling. This makes sand.

Naturally, in class I came up with some sort of emo bullshit, which bored me to tears. So as I sit here at the office, I decided to have more fun with it and inject some randomness, and I replaced all the key words with a word from a random word generator. I just used the words from the list it gave me, though I did change the tenses accordingly. This is far more interesting.

In the inside there is preserving, in the outside there is absorbing, in the morning there is minding, in the evening there is memory. In the evening there is memory. In memory anything is frozen, in memory anything is entropy, in memory there is appetite, in memory there is feathering, in memory there is ignorance and entirely mistaken there is gripping. All the reptiles are genuine and all the closeups are alphabetical and all the meat is grinding and all the amuse* is amusing. This makes ink.

I like that a random word generator piece is somehow more internally sensical than what I wrote from my head. Perhaps Gertrude was onto something.

*in the sense of amuse-bouche, I think. Makes sense of the meat.