Sacred Disease

5 02 2010

Once again, we chopped up books*.

book chopping 002
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Transcription:

ON THE SACRED DISEASE

Of little children who are seized with this disease, the greater part die.
Do not take the small bag.
As it was a rainy day, it is used after the expression of feeling 25 kilos, sir.
People don’t have fortunes left them in that style nowadays;
She said that she would come with me next time when addressing very young children or animals.
Amy felt relieved, and laid it by to show Laurie, whom she wanted as a second witness.
His brother Dimitri collect Old Masters, esp. Dutch School, Flemish masters and it is used for direct commands.
What traffic in the streets!  A very strange paradox exists in a very easy business.
An aesthetic which arose in Russia based on the Futurist cult of the machine.
All right.  Please send a boy.
Have you tobacco, perfume or liquors to declare?
“How long have you been here?”
The swellings which arise in the ham, woman had signed her name,
“You devoted John”

*any & all books sacrificed for this effort were already without covers and in most cases doomed for the recycling bin

-BRP





Play with your food!

22 01 2008

    I’ll be the first to admit that our Coffee Night shenanigans can get outta hand.  The near-total abandonment of civil ‘norms’ is what caused me to start calling it the Poor Man’s Algonquin Table, after all.  Besides the farting (TJ) and the inappropriate touching (TJ!) and the utterly disgusting, gut-churning things some people say (TJ– oh wait, that’s me), we also like to play with things.  Sometimes, we take pictures.  Enjoy.


mmm… how’s that smell?


finger food!


still tender


why does this one bother me so?


ahhh… foot butter…


SQUISHY! squish squish squish!

And, finally, I’d like to introduce you to…

the pickle skier!

No, I don’t really understand ‘why’ either.  That’s ok.  It’s all part of a process.  What process?  Hm, howzibout “the process of transformative context, via the mechanism of cognitive dissonance – interruption of normal, expected narratives in the actions (lives) of common objects (such as food) brings new insights and discoveries; to the meanings of the objects, the relationship with the viewer and most especially to the world around us”…

Of course, I could be talking out my ass.  Maybe we are just playing with our food.  Ya know, either way…

-BRP





Let’s get it on

13 01 2008

This is a joint venture, although very few actual drugs were involved.  Caffeine, mostly.  For well over ten years, my insane friends and I have set aside Thursday night as coffee night – even when it’s Wednesday.  This time has been used for many purposes:

  • Art projects
  • Conspiracy plotting
  • Political discussion
  • Gossip (personal & imaginary)
  • Simple social interaction

and most often,

In my next post, I will post a sample of some of our collaborative work.  Just to give an idea of what kind of madness we get up to.  Maybe I’ll post up some pics, some video, some audio… who knows?

In general, I don’t know what the hell we’ll use this blog for.  I just know that it’s long past due that we put something here.  It could be a useful repository of our work, or just a place to blather on about nothing in particular.

If you are a former “Thursday Nighter”, please post a comment somewhere in here – or at least drop me a line.  I miss you and love you all, as my close and personal friends.  Word.

Likewise, if you have any suggestions for entertaining things to do with this blog, feel free to harass me with your superior insights.  I’m always prepared to bend over backwards to please anonymous harpies with no tact.  Uh, I mean, your advice would be greatly appreciated.  Thank you.

-BRP