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Dallas as a walkable city

Last year I was at a conference in Dallas. I found it to be a bleak
city, lacking restaurants, people, art, and wi-fi. Last year, I
couldn't afford to stay at the conference hotel (Sheraton), so I
stayed at a divey place several blocks away, a terrible place also the
site a cheerleader camp was using (pulled the fire alarm at 2:30 am).

This year, I again couldn't afford the conference hotel, but I could
afford the Sheraton (got a great online deal straight from the hotel).
I also had my little iPhone with me, making the lack of Wi-Fi
inconsiquential. I was able to find restaurants and art, walking all
around the city. What a difference. Sometimes it feels like technology
isolates us. Sometimes it makes the world so much richer.

Sent from my iPhone

March 29

Carbon Copy - Dallas 3

Carbon Copy - Dallas 2

Carbon Copy - Dallas

Have to upload one at a time. Sorry.

March 28

Performance tomorrow

The bar I will perform in is fancier than I thought. I think I could
be kicked out. There are tables at the perfect height, but the room
has a cavernous echo. I can't tell if the typing will be lost or
incredibly annoying (hence leading to my being kicked out). I guess
that is a part of the process. I haven't told anyone about it,
allowing the fliers to sit annonymously on a table full of high gloss
brochures. They are meant to look like Xeroxes and look strange next
to the expensive yet disposable media. I want people to come upon the
event like an accident, a secret. It makes it both more personal and
voyeuristic.

Sent from my iPhone

Dallas

It's strange to be in humidity so suddenly, to be happy for the wind
and not want a jacket. Just let it blow through you. Thunderstorms
have rolled in, due to strike any minute. Bring the green umbrella.

Sent from my iPhone

March 27

Dallas Sheridan

Finally arrived. No dance club above my room this time. The work area
strikes me that it may be distracting.

March 26

Alien roadmaps

This is what the laser printer made when it didn't like my image. I think it is a map to a secret alien location.

First Pre-Planned Public Performance

Carbon Copy

This weekend, I am announcing my first public typewriter performance. At this performance of typing, I will attempt to free-write a fictional narrative for an hour without pausing to consider the plot. I have been practicing, but do not have a memorized script, so I suspect the environment will affect the outcome of the narrative.

After each page is completed, the original (created with the antique typing tape on the machine-- practically illegible) will be archived into a folder. The carbon copy (which will be more legible for the carbon paper) will be given to an audience member. In this way, the story will be disseminated in a fragmented way into the public.

If you are in Dallas, the performance will take place at 11:30 AM, Saturday March 28th, at the Fairmont Dallas Hotel in the lobby bar. See you there!

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First public performance of typing

41 second ecerpt from 3 minute looped video

March 21

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Broken typewriter

http://www.hardtoremember.org/dlog/?file=87jhn

March 19

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Saint Patrick's Day

Click to enlarge. Definitely worth it.

March 17

Where the cats slept while I was gone

On my black, wool coat. Yuck!

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Leaving the city and it breaks my heart

Making art in my room

Perhaps I have been looking at too much art? Perhaps I am being influenced by the surrealness of it all. But i have begun making strange art in my hotel room. I am ready to hole up in here for weeks, drinking beer and frantically making art, like the stuff of the legends. Everything in this city is dirty, but fresh, busy, frantic, chaotic, new and old, upside down and up and coming.
New images are up on flicker. Link to the right.

Swollen feet

Guggenheim

Ann Hamilton rocks. I'm glad they got to see one of her pieces and
were excited. I'm glad I got to see it too!

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March 9

Evesdropping

I am eating a buffalo burger in a little diner. The people next to me have just had a long, extensive conversation about Facebook and Twitter and how they think it's dumb, too public, too banal. (Why they should care if he banal is public, I don't know.) It got me thinking about why I joined Facebook. I didn't actually use it until I moved to Indiana. For whatever reason, my coworkers use it a lot and this is how we keep track of each other. Eventually, my friends from California popped on too and we correspond a little. I don't even know their emails I'd phone numbers. But I was thinking about the privacy thing this woman is so loudly defending. Do you think in a city like this, one is more desperate to protect it, whereas in my small town, we have too much and are desperate to connect?

On the otherhand, people know all of eceryone's business!

Sent from my iPhone

Met

What are the things I am really excited about? Still the contemporary
and native/tribal works. Modernism still looks chauvinistic and
pretentious.

March 8

Performance art in Brooklyn

Big City Girl

March 7

Dlog

Internet app... might use it in place of my typewriter when I am out of town.

http://www.hardtoremember.org/dlog/?file=87jhn

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