A ten-week temporary workspace for the exploration of generative practices in contemporary experimental writing. The goal of the space is two-fold: 1. To read, discuss and debate contemporary approaches to experimental writing. 2. To produce new work in innovative ways that engage with contemporary strategies of appropriation, erasure, recycling, remixing, framing, stealing, copying, pasting, recovery, documentation, …
This weekend about a million people decided to go to the Human Light show at the park. The glow-stick puppet show probably wasn’t worth the hour it took to park and the hour it took to get out of the parking lot. But. I did drink a bottle of wine by myself. So there’s that.
I thoroughly enjoyed Vija Celmin’s artist talk at the Menil last Friday. Celmins was joined by Menil curators Franklin Sirmans and Michelle White to lead a discussion about the latest exhibit at the Menil: Vija Celmins: Television and Disaster, 1964-66. I would have wanted to write about it earlier, while it was still fresh on …
I want to shout out to whoever curated the 2010 Cinema Arts Film Festival in Houston this year. While I couldn’t attend as many events as I wanted to, there was plenty to see and nothing sucked (except for Black Swan – see below). But on the whole, I saw some great movies and heard …
Me and some peeps went Cur-raze-ie at the Houston Renaissance Fair last weekend. Wish I had some pictures of the longest car ride ever with all of us crammed into Tim’s Honda. You’re also not seeing me actually catapulting in a wedgie-inducing diaper/holster.
One of the reasons I moved back to Houston is to be with creative people. This year’s pumpkin carving at Aniden was the best team building day yet!
Pumpkin Carving day at Aniden. T minus 3 days.
Went with Helen and Mark to the longest drunkest BBQ ever. Beer chicken, beer pong, beer everything. I don’t have pictures of the dancing that happened into the wee hours.
I don’t know why there’s a flurry of babies happening, but they’re popping out everywhere. I can’t get any work done for all the babies blasting off. Here’s pictures of Ryan’s baby shower at Aniden Interactive.
“Explain to us what you want from us, so we know what to abide by. You are at this time the de facto authorities in this city because the legal authorities have not been able to stop our colleagues from falling.” Editorial in El Diario de Juárez published in Sept. 2010 Helen, Mark and I …
I’ll give one thumb up & one thumb down to Tyler, Tyler at Diverseworks tonight. Suffice it to say that my night of interculture espionage was weighed down with heavy swishy denim and hipster karaoke on a toy piano. Don’t get me wrong. Yasuko Yokoshi meant well. She tried to take a traditional form of Japanese dance/narrative …
Team-building means gambling and debachery at Aniden Interactive. Holla!
Goodbye, goodbye goodbye Aniden. Me and some peep when Japanese steak-ing for my last day. Yum, but bye.
Friday night I went to the Aspen Santa Fe Ballet. A very pleasant experience considering my expectations were low and I was up in the cheapseats. They performed pieces by three different choreographers: Twyla Tharp, Jorma Elo, and Moses Pendelton. I went to the ballet specifically to see the first piece: Sweet Fields, choreographed by …
I went to Dance Salad last weekend with mom (visiting) which was a little nerve-wracking because I wasn’t sure how she’d fair for two days of three-hour dances. I’ll run down my high points: Xing Liang performed a quick solo called Existence. I wish I had the dance vocabulary to give you a proper …
Let me not forget A Convenient Woman, a dance-theater piece by Teresa Chapman and Leslie Scates. I went last Friday and quite enjoyed it. I will not give you the play by play because Nancy Wozny has already cleared the way for me. I just want to offer some freak applause where ol’ Nanc might …
I mistakenly went to Andrei Codrescu‘s reading at the Menil last night. While some might call doodling during a lecture rude, I say I was keeping it real yo.
How surprised was I last Saturday when I came across this little storefront on my way to an antique/folkart store in the Houston Heights? I was on the phone with Jimmy at the time and exclaimed suddenly: “Corn!” Not a bad thing to shout on a Saturday morning. The installation was called “Angles of Repose” …