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2021/04/15

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So I've been meaning to write about stuff for a while.

I have a pretty long list of things I want to take a look at publicly, so to speak, the first of which I thought ought to be Humdog's 1994 ever so slightly naive, but nonetheless accurate ranticle about The Well and the commoditization of human experiences. Either that or this bizarro y2k "We Live in Public" art project.

Eventually I want to make my way around to Baudrillard and *absolutely everything* being a lossy n+1th generation reencode of something else, perverted in many ways, but that we poor bags of water and meat can't possibly hope to distinguish from its source.

But for some reason I can't do it.

I'm extremely interested by this kind of stuff, partly because I grew up in the 90s, and partly because I believe *we, as a community, failed our own dreams* and allowed terrible things to happen to technology we were convinced would help make the world better and yet I can't even look at anything for more than a few minutes without seamlessly switching to doing, reading, or staring at something else.

Without noticing this is happening.

2 to 4 hours later I realize I've done absolutely no progress on what I originally meant to do, but I now have 7 workspaces full of stuff to deal with. Most of which seems thematically related, but good luck making sense of any of it when you can't figure out the context.

So I guess my first actual post will be about Neil Postman, and/or information overload.

But not now: I have vhs rips of vr.5 to go through 2 scenes at a time.

Pandora's Vox (Humdog, 1994)

We Live in Public

vr.5

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