<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:26:46.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last [semester fourth] year : : final(ly)</title><subtitle type='html'>this bLog is a compendium on my thoughts on my art and work for Fall02, my last semester at the California College of Arts and Crafts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-88448479</id><published>2003-02-02T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T18:27:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
okay we've been a way for TOO long, perhaps it would best to wrap this blog up. as my last semester is done, and start a new post-collegiate bLog, something equally links happy with references to my work. once i come up with a snappy name. i'll be back


in the meantime, i've rediscovered my love for all things Pixelated, perhaps it's the the slickly rendered world of OSX or just too much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/88448479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/88448479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88448479' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-85367126</id><published>2002-12-01T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T23:47:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
An old and (in light of these events) unfortunately lost friend from dear old U.Va. has started a Web-based arts journal of growing importance. Check out Drunken Boat, now, I'll wait.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/85367126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/85367126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85367126' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-85077089</id><published>2002-11-25T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T16:47:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
2,003 Ideas for Future Projects


0001. Eat only beets for a week. Document red urine/feces. 
0002. Recreate Kline's Leap Into a Void 
0003. Count and mark all the manhole covers in a neighborhood as evidence of an underground culture. 
0004. Follow a stranger; invent their life/day's story based on the places visited/people talked to. 
0005. Follow a squirrel around for a day.
0006. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/85077089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/85077089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85077089' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84598735</id><published>2002-11-15T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T15:46:52.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Stats used in first trial of a 27/M b5/3/74



Left 89% at 85 dB: 1/10/02
Please Note: Terminology for flow cell analysis has been updated.
July 19: CD4,702; viral load, 140,703
Subsequent surgery removed most but not all of the tumor, sacrificing the 8th cranial nerve.
Test results per milliliter.
Total Lymphocyte count at 1,800: 8/6/01
At about 10 years of age, Mr. Edwards developed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84598735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84598735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84598735' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84488079</id><published>2002-11-13T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T12:45:08.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Codex 2: 5 Projects : Friday Project (5)


2,003 Ideas for Future Projects


Wherein, I brainstorm art after college at a rate of 6.68 ideas per minute.

I need ideas. And I need them fast. In 5 hours, I'll need to come up with 400 ideas a minute. Perhaps I'll have to start earlier than 11. The bLog and the space will coexist as a holding ground in this day long brainstorming session.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84488079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84488079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84488079' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84441250</id><published>2002-11-12T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T15:28:13.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Codex 2: 5 Projects : Thursday Project (4)


Your Own Private Hell


Wherein, I argue against the positions to which you subscribe most dearly.


Bring an opinion. I'll argue against it. No sacred cows. Expect both pop theory and raw emotion. Frustration will abound. Come hate yourself for an hour.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84441250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84441250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84441250' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84388194</id><published>2002-11-11T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T15:17:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Codex 2: 5 Projects : Wednesday Project (3)


Wish You Were Here


Wherein through the magic of television, Californians send postcards from the Wisconsin Dells.


Andrew and I present the Wisconsin Dells to the people of the Left Coast. Postcards and video footage meet to simulate the vacation documentation experience. Participants enter a video shoot, write an actual postcard and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84388194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84388194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84388194' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84387041</id><published>2002-11-11T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T15:18:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Codex 2: 5 Projects : Tuesday Project (2)


Acme/tc., the Store


Wherein, a store is opened, feted and closed of handmade multiples by us and others.


Amber and Christopher announce, Acme/tc. is finally open! Acme/tc. is going out of business! The beginning and end of our business cycle, fiscal year and careers as independent entrepreneurs. Bringing you our junk refashioned as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84387041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84387041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84387041' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84383626</id><published>2002-11-11T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T12:46:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Codex 2: 5 Projects : Monday Project (1)


1,974 Circles

Wherein, I draw 1,974 circles in the course of a day and erase and paint over them by the evening.


My simple doodles at long last leave the 2-D world of my notebooks and head into the space around me. Beginning with the number equal to the year in which I was born. After this day, the project will finally move into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84383626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84383626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84383626' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84381748</id><published>2002-11-11T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T13:46:09.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, a Yiddish dictionary at a stripper site. Oy vey.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84381748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84381748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84381748' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84379972</id><published>2002-11-11T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T14:10:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Codex 2: 5 Projects further examines an exploded sketchbook. In Codex, I took 5 walls in a gallery and assigned to them timed drawings. One hour was the shortest; eight hours was the longest. The name came from Beuys from DaVinci — a connection drawn by a similar desire to encode in a sketchbook theoretical investigations as well as simply aesthetic concerns. From the cosmos to the human body, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84379972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84379972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84379972' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84259744</id><published>2002-11-08T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T18:34:10.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Thank god books weren't part of some cool-kids clique when I was in school. Harry Potter's a fraud.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84259744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84259744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84259744' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84246819</id><published>2002-11-08T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T12:36:30.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Ideas are flying at me — evidence that I've hit on something that I actually am interested in — but it's going to be hard to corral them. I need an idea wrangler. That's what the bLog is for.


There are five days in the senior show. Each day is a study for or a part of some larger exploration that I'm working toward/on — performance project/sketches. This fits nicely into the classical idea</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84246819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84246819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84246819' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84200382</id><published>2002-11-07T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T17:25:20.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Where then is that last post leading to?


How can I connect my past to this moment — a Senior Show — how can beginnings and endings be represented together? And what to do with the things that have already been set into motion?


Briefly, the sound recitals are staying. I'm probably going to kill the Monday performance and the Wednesday evening recital has been moved to Saturday, in part</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84200382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84200382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84200382' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-84199990</id><published>2002-11-07T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T17:15:24.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
I have always made the opposite decision to the one that I really want to make. In fact, I can be fairly certain that if I want to know what decision I shouldn't make, I should look at which decision I want to make. It's ridiculous, but I find that I ask  myself regularly: "Which is the decision that I really want?" Versus which I want right now. I have to go down the road that is initially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84199990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/84199990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84199990' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-83980888</id><published>2002-11-03T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T17:45:34.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first update in too long has to go to a site with nothing but searchable listings of Gameboy music. Tell 'em Uncle Eddie sent ya.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/83980888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/83980888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83980888' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-83242905</id><published>2002-10-20T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T15:02:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Artist statement : : Written for Southern Exposure's juried, no-entry fee show and film festival. I'm pretty happy with it.


All of my work invovles repitition, endurance and mark-making. My pieces exist in very specific and controlled time-spaces from real to digitally manipulated time.
My work has roots in the study of urban cultural anthropology. I am specifically drawn to video and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/83242905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/83242905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83242905' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-83242800</id><published>2002-10-20T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T00:05:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
I'm in the middle of OS X goodness. I'm having a wonderful computer geek moment, which is making the BF feel unloved over there. But, I've got a new toy...
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/83242800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/83242800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83242800' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82822510</id><published>2002-10-10T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T15:51:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While living in Chicago this summer, I had the joy of reading the Chicago Reader on a weekly basis. The Reader is compelling evidence for a more literate approach to "alternative" weeklies. Four sections every week, some of the best writing on film and politics even sports that is being written today. It puts the San Francisco Bay Guardian to further shame for refusing to be literate and, despite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82822510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82822510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82822510' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82817146</id><published>2002-10-10T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T11:27:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
I'm going to be a terrible parent. Or I would be a terrible parent if any adoption agency was stupid enough to give me a child. I can't even keep a plant living. Seriously, I either over water them, or they die of dehydration. Really nothing more needs to be said, right there is pretty much the way I deal with everything. Feast or famine.


So for you daily checkers of my bLog, either (a) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82817146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82817146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82817146' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82504072</id><published>2002-10-03T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T17:31:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
partial DEFINITION : (2) something that represents with clarity suggestive of a map (from Webster's)


my DEFINITION : a broad definition of map (which might encompass all of my brainstorming) would step outside of the words' etymological roots (from mappa Latin for towel) and think about how the map functions &gt;&gt;a map then might be a representation of relative positions


mapping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82504072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82504072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82504072' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82502509</id><published>2002-10-03T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T22:07:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
mapping MY BODY :


I spend an inordinate amount of time in hospitals. This goes back, way back. I'm accident prone. I have a rare genetic condition. And now, HIV. So I am familiar with the knowledge-through-mapping, data-collection-as-truth model that our Western medicine is based. Actually, all thought is rooted in assumptions about categories. How to map? My body is mapped through blood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82502509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82502509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82502509' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82493888</id><published>2002-10-03T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T18:25:35.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Now that the dust is settling from all of that dot-com silliness, we can once again concentrating on all of those glorious random stuff that is out there on what has become the World Wide Web, but used to just be on gopher sites and all of those other pre-technologies.



I was wonder what Naoki's name means. And came up with the appropriately titled Asian Names page, which in turn led me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82493888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82493888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82493888' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82489961</id><published>2002-10-03T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T16:42:39.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Building a Theremin is sort of a rite of passage for anyone interested in electronics and electronic music. Or, so this is how I'm justifying my fascination with it. I've selected a "very simple digital theremin" design from Maxies Pages which is referenced elsewhere as being "not recommended as a serious project," but really, to hell with Bob Sexton and his electronic snobbery. You know?


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82489961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82489961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82489961' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82426182</id><published>2002-10-02T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T15:58:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Thank you David Sherman for intruducing us all to Bobby BeauSoleil last night at the PFA. After seeing a Web site untitled beausoleil.net in the credits for David's film To Re-Edit the World, I knew I had to check it out. Bobby BeauSoleil was the Albino Lucifer in Kenneth Anger's Invocation for My Devil Brother and sort of a musician-about-town in the late 60s West Coast music scene. Later he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82426182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82426182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82426182' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82335973</id><published>2002-09-30T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T00:47:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Senior project has changed it's focus. Or found a new direction from the semester I took it last year, which unfortunately goes with the territory at CCAC. I suppose this should be grating Ñ at times it is Ñ but it also fits to neatly into my own inability to stay a single course. In the ten years it has taken to get an undergraduate degree, I've switched majors from architecture to studio art </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82335973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82335973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82335973' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82320578</id><published>2002-09-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T00:55:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
To complete your growing Japanese fetish, get connected with the Japan Society of Northern California. Learn the language, attend events. Hang out with the cool kids. ;)
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82320578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82320578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82320578' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82263556</id><published>2002-09-29T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T01:08:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Geeks unite over old technology from the New York Times on current video game programmers revisiting there old game machines. But wait, no mention of Colecovision or Intellivision? Or the TRS-80? Shame, shame. Don't worry though check out Classicgaming.com to find some classic game emulators. And a little prehistory for your arses.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82263556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82263556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82263556' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82217054</id><published>2002-09-27T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T18:11:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Art can be anything that we say it is. So, Richard Long can crisscross England on foot and be known as an artist and not an outdoorsman. There is a priviledging of aesthetical experience that helps broaden the view of "what is art". Art school is about paying a lot of money to make things for four years. Or, so they would have us believe. Try not making things, try only talking and thinking. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82217054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82217054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82217054' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813781.post-82153450</id><published>2002-09-26T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T15:24:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
in this space, i begin my first public thoughts for the final semester. it's a weird space to be (public, weblog, graduating), it's been 10 years and how many different directions. right now, i want to throw out everything that i've done before. i don't feel like a "senior". jefferson was right, you can never be a "senior" in learning. this leads into the whole conundrum about grad school and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82153450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3813781/posts/default/82153450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtopher1974.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82153450' title=''/><author><name>Christopher1974</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10082503041642567957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
