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18.11.09
the first man in space
Joe Kittenger was the first man in space. He jumped from a helium balloon at 102,800 ft and broke the sound barrier.
around the world in ninety days.
as most of you know my au pair experience was quite the bust. so much that after one week of work it could be qualified as my dirtiest job. some would say, i turned lemons into lemonade and decided to take advantage of being in europe (much to my wallet's dismay) and traveled. traveling mostly consisted of bumming off of a few european contacts (thanks casey!) while visiting and revisiting several european cities. i met a lot of crazies, both good and bad. i started a list of everywhere i went and the people i met. all good things must come to an end and as of november 4th i have been stateside. i popped into dc and nyc to visit a few people and postpone home for an additional week and a half. now i am back in good ole sc. it's not terrible, yet. however, i find myself faced with the inevitable what next and it is now time to retackle the portfolio. life suggestions welcome.
here's a little itinterary of the past 3 months (yes i'm counting airports where i had layovers):
greenville
charlotte
new york
stockholm
hannover
hildesheim
haffkrug
lubeck
hildesheim
hannover
mallorca
bilbao
bakio
bilbao
san sebastian
montellano
bilbao
barcelona
paris
dublin
barcelona
london
barcelona
dublin
boston
dc
new york
dc
baltimore
dc
greenville
i'm hoping to make some sort of project or something slightly tangible from this experience. hopefully more to come soon-ish.
17.11.09
I need a title please!
You are in elevator 41463
and you are going down
and you think about what he said
the last time he pulled himself out of you,
how your name slid off his tongue
and onto the peak of your throat
and beaded there, hot, still, throbbing.
You put your hand to your mouth
and you catch yourself behind a man
in a dark suit, his feet shoulder width apart.
You are both going down.
You imagine his body
pieced together, pinned
in the black dark of a box.
The man steps off and you
are alone and going down.
You remember the lentil soup,
dark wood, your mother’s coffee.
Sometimes you think you understand,
but his eyes were half shut
and it was a such short fight.
The doors open and two women step on.
They are talking about their children,
and you see a pit of bodies
light as breadcrumbs beneath a black soil.
The numbers flash above you,
you swallow, loud and thick,
and the three of you are going down.
They stop talking,
and you think about his socks
balled beneath the bed,
the screen door shutting after him,
the feeling of an entire day,
and suddenly you feel bloodless,
the weight of you like a wooden bucket going down.
When you are alone again
you sidle up beside yourself
but you can’t bring yourself to speak
anything but the names of things.
Dirt, cedar, ditch.
You smell a second person in the heat.
You both are going down.
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We made a dress, went for pasta.
Think Maria von Trapp, but more than curtains. A project with Anita Chen on reuse, and repurposing, this cocktail dress is made completely from materials found within feet of our homes. Materials, that in a greater sense, are the products and evidence of daily life. The Sites/Specifics: The Home (exterior): textiles from a discarded couch found at Anita's dumpster, a zipper from discarded couch found at Andrew's dumpster. The Home (interior): 3 years of saved drip-coffee filters, washed, and pressed. The Body (Anita Chen): patterns were created from an old t-shirt, stretched and pinned to the body in a single piece. The 2D patterns were revealed as the material was cut away from the body. more pics coming...
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Soaking Abstract. Sent.
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SOAKING LIMA BEANS abstract submitted to Spanking and Poetry Conference's, How To Do Things with Words and Other Materials @ 11:56pm. Phew, very much a first pass, but it's out there in the atmosphere; a collaboration about collaborating with works in process. How To Do Things with Words and Other Materials: Artist Books Show-and-Tell (Curated by Allen Durgin), English Student Association Conference, Feb 25-26, 2010, The Graduate Center, The City University of New York
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15.11.09
You've got mail.
Professional portfolio, a few months later.
Diagram attached! The viewer is guided through numbers and arrows, dictating in what order one should flip pages.
It's all printed at home. The actual portfolio is like 2.5"x3", but I had to make the envelope 3.5"x5" to make it through the mail. Assholes.
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beandom accompaniment
Slow Death
People doing what needs to be done,
tread their tongues to mouth
the end of a lover’s name.
Empty sound escapes
as if they are screaming
at the bottom of a lake.
Saint John sealed both of my eyes
in the middle of the night,
pistol in his left hand, furious.
Night is for loving or sleeping, he said.
I can do neither so I let him blind me,
drive his fingers into me until I believe
every word he says about the long lengths
of men, that there are no flat surfaces in the dark.
When he leaves I see Mary walking on water.
She carries a magazine in her left hand
and its pages are open to clean faces
performing the functions of divorce,
foreheads split in two from a pale hand
forcing in a stripped screw. The holes
of their ears are hooked to the concrete
and drying up across the floor.
I know now that nothing can be rebuilt.
The ordinary man has to pay for repairs.
Mary holds my hand for longer than usual,
strange, turbulent, not speaking. I ask
if everything is capable of being broken.
This is a fixed disaster, she says.
It is both linear and circular.
You are both circle and line.
Ophelia became the swamp
and I wish to be her crooked body
kicked and torn and beaten.
What a romantic way to be,
fused with dark morning rain
death’s stamp on shining cheeks.
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13.11.09
HappyFriday[the13th]
So, today I came across this large mayonnaise bucket with this cute little caution label attached...yes, dylan, a really large tub of white fatty mayonnaise. Does this warning label make anyone else feel like like jumping in a bucket? I feel like the label kinda fails since it's so cute. Now that I think about it, most caution labels I've witnessed are quite "cutesy."Also...I also found a picture with babies in buckets.BAH
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12.11.09
pwr outage boredom
so a bunch of trees fell down in my neighborhood and knocked over a power line the other night. it was pitch black in my house and i could see nothing without a flashlight. i decided to to sketch all of the technologies in my life that i am semi-dependent on. keep in mind that a) i suck at drawing and b) i was doing this while holding a flashlight with my other hand. I know there are more, but i got tired and went to bed, it was like 8:30 Continue
Face[book] map
We know we're connected. It's so very Collective of us. What's been fascinating me lately is that at any given moment, a screenshot of our Facebooks illustrates this. Our digital identity is literally comprised of each other, proving that we exist as a network rather than as insular selves.
Facebook screenshots taken 11.11.09-12:14am. The strongest connections in this one are Temples' photographs and Casey's B-day. This is just a rough-run. More Facebook immediacy to come [as a series], as well as a cleaned-up system.
Your face[book] will be mapped! Stay organic, folks.
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10.11.09
This just happened, and It's busted. Appropriately enough...
EVERYBODY! DRINK SOME GIN! EAT A BAG OF M&Ms and GO DANCE! IT'S CASEYs BIRTHDAY! All Our Love, the COLLECTIVE. Continue
9.11.09
a ted proposal
We should all join TED so we can see what videos everyone else is watching and share.
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Symphony of Science
I'm sure that all of you area well aware of the autotune craze that has swept YouTube (I'm thinking specifically of Autotune the News: if you haven't seen it, you have a Google date in about five minutes). Via one of the most fantastic, aware individuals that I know, I bring you "Symphony of Science", featuring some of the most beloved scientists (of an astronomical ilk) of the past few decades: Neil deGrasse Tyson, Richard Feynman, Carl Sagan, and, duh, Bill Nye.
As Laura points out, today would have been Carl Sagan's seventy fifth birthday. Rarely has an American scientist been so socially aware (leading the push for nuclear disarmament) or able to popularize his field to such an extent. Last year, I heard an interview with his widow, Ann Druyan, about the "ark of culture" that they had put together (actually, they each left their respective spouses for each other while putting it together, goops) and were sending through space in a gold capsule; a physical record of the existence of man.
How romantic, how fucking incredible is that? Astronomy has never appealed to me, but this is something else: this is bigger.
Here, when he says, "the beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together," I cannot help but think of all of you. This is why biology, poetry, and architecture go hand-in-hand: their relationship to form. And that's why I can't help but get a little teary over how amazing all of these things are. Continue
As Laura points out, today would have been Carl Sagan's seventy fifth birthday. Rarely has an American scientist been so socially aware (leading the push for nuclear disarmament) or able to popularize his field to such an extent. Last year, I heard an interview with his widow, Ann Druyan, about the "ark of culture" that they had put together (actually, they each left their respective spouses for each other while putting it together, goops) and were sending through space in a gold capsule; a physical record of the existence of man.
How romantic, how fucking incredible is that? Astronomy has never appealed to me, but this is something else: this is bigger.
Here, when he says, "the beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together," I cannot help but think of all of you. This is why biology, poetry, and architecture go hand-in-hand: their relationship to form. And that's why I can't help but get a little teary over how amazing all of these things are. Continue
ode to bug....a long take
this is a bit long but i had quite an entertaining time harassing this strange looking bug with my camera. after i set the camera down, you will see the slow stalking of my camera by the insect. You cannot see the end attack, but i find it all very amusing. Sorry for the music, but i had to do something while i was waiting. I never knew bugs could be vindictive.
ps tried to make it short, but i might have failed....
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ps tried to make it short, but i might have failed....
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CV Lateness/Story of My Life
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1. What’s your multi? muse, graphic artist, hair cutter, cake baker, publisher, portraitist, interior alterator, loquacious barista, redeemer of the banal Local? Clemson, the South
2. Where were you born? Augusta GA Where should you have been born? four weeks later.
3. Which COLLECTIVE contributor are you afraid of? Kelly with a map. Like? Kelly with a bang/everyone when they’re eating.
4. Dirtiest job? laying sod (not dirty, just rather white and puzzling.)
5. Define Chaudy font? Too many fonts. Those, omg look at me I’m a graphic designer circa 1997 fonts.
6. What are you wearing? Jean Cut-offs, something torn, ripped, altered, salvaged, bought with a quarter, grey, volumes. Thin, thrift old man shirts. Reading? The God of Small Things over and over again, Italian rationalist essays, anything Brian posts on our stair wall, sicollective.blogspot. Eating? Beans. Aged Bread. Espresso with Equal parts whole milk frothed in a jar.
7. Color penchant? Acid Yellow, olives, mauves, putties, tone on tone on tone How do you spell gr_y? GREY
8. Most failed idea? (Mine) The Viral Water Bag-Bottle. (Theirs) Wall-to-Wall Carpet.
9. Software vice? Illustrator CS (lines; weight 0.1, sans LiveTrace; praise Jesus)
10. Most likely to play you in America’s Next Top Model the Movie? Janice Dickinson as Tyra, duh. Spice & Spice-Girl of choice? Hungarian Hot Paprika. Scary.
11. What did the most beautiful space you’ve ever been in smell like? Cold, wet dust on concrete being warmed by sunlight. Sound? The hummm of train engines, escalators, and shuffling feet. Feel like to the skin? Immense and distant.
12. Worst client? no clients, just collaborators.
13. Are you a visionary, shape shifter, doer, scavenger, or a thief? scavenger, thief, sometimes idealist.
Andrew Temples andrew@supermanicecreamcollective.com 1108 Tiger Blvd #130 Clemson SC 29631
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