So hi. By most measures, F2 was a damn good time. I had about 10 tons of human beings dancing their respective faces off in my bedroom, with their visages going through a bunch of video feedback loops involving security cameras and whatnot. It was nice to do video again, even if the whole system was largely on autopilot for the night. Juggling the roles of host, video performer, retarded jump-up-and-downer, itunes dj, and finger pointer did not afford me much wiggle-room, but whatevs, just setting up all the RCA cables and little boxes brought back all sorts of memories, like when I’d do that kind of insane shit once a week or so as a matter of course. Yeah.

Anyway. My dear associate James Chae has an article up on Writing Design Criticism, and you should read that shit and tell him what you fucking think, I say.

I, too, have been writing some shit. Some of it may be ready to see the light of day soon, but not just yet, for the most part. Sometimes, you’re jotting shit down in your little notebook or Stickies or whatever, and just one sentence just says all you want to say. That’s nice, but it does not beget essays of the caliber favored by most publishing institutions. For example, I found this in a text file on my desktop just now:

the book Skin and Bones needs chapters on j. mandle performance wear, yayoi kusama, maybe banksy, etc… it does NOT need more puff-piece frippery about OMA/AMO or herzog and deMuron. look beyond the obvious, you idiots.

… and really, I can’t refine or explicate that one any more than that. So, blech. There it is. I will rock you with more interesting shit soon. But not now. But soon! Yes. Thankyou.

-fish