la copia buena copia mala...

Good Copy Bad Copy was awesome! I think my favorite segments were the ones that represented international movements who are thriving without adhering to copyright laws.

I think as North Americans, those who are producing a lot of the world's most "popular" content, we should really be more relaxed on our regulations for remixing it. I don't know why people take the idea of remixing and sampling into such negative connotations. The idea that one piece of art can be made into ninety different versions is incredible. For the best example, type the name of any popular song into youtube followed by "Remix". You get about 50 different versions. Dubstep, Drum and Bass, Techno. Some better than others, but maybe that's just my taste.

This is for sure the age for those with the urge to create. It's like scrap booking using an entire universe of material. Images of places you've never been and people you've never met. I loved the final scene when Girl Talk is remixing the remix we just witnessed the Brazilian producer making. That is so much like what me and my friends live. Recently a friend of mine remixed Dolly Parton's Jolene. He really won't make any money off of it, except for maybe the 15% of the door at a show where he will spin the song. It's frustrating for all involved that something set on allowing everyone equal opportunity to create would be penalized. Especially since as consumers, we've sort of created our own community with an unlimited amount of potential creativity. Attacking this with the mentality of a kindergarten art teacher is offensive and unfair. We can scribble out of the lines. We should feel no threats. We can mix, remix, put up, take down, create, or destroy anything we want. And that is something that should be taken into consideration by big scary corporations about our day and age. Is that how things work now. And they would probably work a lot better if they just worked with them instead of against them.

It bothers me that in a lot of these cases, the product made by the consumer isn't even under attack until it gets a lot of views. Then all of sudden its a big deal. The video I made for assignment #3 won't be a problem at all, but if for some reason it gained a lot of hits it would be.

If something is sampled on the internet but nobody hears it, does it make a lawsuit?

Here is my friend's techno-ish remix of Jolene and a sweet Lady Gaga remix I found the other day.

BAM! TAKE THAT COPYRIGHT LAW!

minnesförlust

wow I guess that's the swedish word for "Amnesia"... interesting.

this is the response for "amnesia". it is late probably because I've had something like it for the past three weeks.

Amnesia was one of the cooler readings we've had in this class. I thought the story was incredibly imaginative, which is just my cup of tea. I guess whenever I reach into my memory I pull out some small visual cue to help me really take in what I'm feeling. It opens worlds of events that are all happening at the same time. The story sort of resembled Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five. In it, Billy, denounces the idea of time and things ending by explaining how he lives in separate parts of his life that pick up where he left them just by visiting them in his memories. I feel like this idea of memory really expanded my horizons on the idea that nothing really ends and that worlds and worlds are stored in memories.

The lines “all of the stories feeding into my life are fragmenting the integrity of my voice; I hear myself telling other people’s stories as if they were my own, and I feel certain that there are other people out there, people I hardly know, telling mine. I am a confluence of stolen narratives, and my own story has been stolen too and fed through a foreign mouth into foreign ears.” Really influenced me too, I think this is an accurate way of seeing people: “a confluence of stolen narratives”. When I think of it, I know stories about many people fictional and real and many worlds.

I also liked that the tying in of the story of the boy, the man and the poet running at the same time sort of played into what we were asked to try to explore in our most recent assignment. Well I guess it “really” did, not “sort of”, which is why we were asked to explore it.

I also like that it came from Toronto, as I'm generally a big fan of homegrown stories.

image from slaughterhouse 5:

los puercos en el ala

oh yeah here's my project by the way:

pigs on the wing

scener fra huset drømen

To really get into the reaction I had towards David Hoffos' exhibit Scenes from the Dream House I discovered an entirely new element to it which is basically remembering it. It's sort of like bringing myself into one of his weird dioramas in my mind. Brain fuck.

I went to the MOCCA on one of the nicest days this week- Tuesday. It was sunny and crisp, the sky was a cloudless bright blue and the trees were vibrant orange and yellow in Trinity Bellwoods. I got to the museum wondering if any other Interactive New Media students would be there and if it would be the sort of exhibit where I would even potentially get to interact with other viewers/listeners/observers. I knew nothing about the exhibit and it was my first time at the MOCCA.

I like trying new things.

I walked in and a man at a desk politely welcomed me and let me know that there was a "school group sort of holding things up" inside. This was automatically interesting, what sort of 'interactive' exhibit was better viewed with less people around? I grabbed a long glossy piece of paper that I could see said the name David Hoffos on it. I hadn't even heard the name of the exhibit yet, and the piece of paper had a freaky image of a creepy looking room on it that I studied for as long as possible: speculations filled my mind and the words "Dream" and "House" so close together were insanely enticing.

One young lady sat next to me on a bench by the entrance. I wondered if she was a York student as well. A second later the gentleman told us it would probably be a little bit less empty by now and a second man motioned us to the entrance and through a dark curtain. He stood in front of a box and explained how the room was very dark and to look for frames on the wall. He recommended if someone was in front of us to wait a moment before looking into the frames, as we might miss something. I listened as I watched a zeppelin fly over a moving city. My senses were buzzing.

Myself and the young lady-- my bench waiting partner, had a strange five minute relationship. We were both alone and suddenly in a dark room for an exhibit I assumed we both knew nothing about. I wandered ahead to the next frame but was aware of her presence and didn't want to selfishly or eagerly hog the moment, but very quickly our relationship diminished and my relationship with every part of the room developed.

A holographic person in the corner, at a table, scared the crap out of me. It took me several minutes to distinguish it as a part of the exhibit. I had just come very close to two panes of glass and seen tiny worlds breathing life before my eyes. I think it was this mysterious person in the corner ("Absinthe Bar") that really brought me into that room:

I think now about all the things I see on a day-to-day; people passively partaking in mundane tasks, or how those same tasks are portrayed in films. Even in movies where people are doing much more ridiculous sense-provoking things, few of them have got me close to how I felt when I first noticed him. But somehow in the darkness of the room I was exposed to an environment where things as subtle could take me far away from the conditioning of day-to-day. I'm actually trying to reflect on all the things I felt at that moment, but the best I can do is remember suddenly wishing I had said something to the young lady on the bench because I was suddenly very vulnerable and aware that this exhibit was probably not what I expected.

When I walked away from the man, after accepting reality for a quick second, I noticed he had a bar soundtrack that faded into the distance. The following dioramas and they're beautifully subtle but incredibly effective life-forms also had a soundtrack.

My favorite shift went from watching a shaken hologram camper emerge from a model-sized trailer in a spooky moonlight-woods. The woods were filled with animal howls, cold wind and heavy breathing. Suddenly I was in front of an AM radio filled airport hotel room. A woman appeared in a bathrobe following ambient room-sounds.

At no point did the TVs playing the videos of the "holograms" really detract from the scenes in front of me; there was no divide. The technology camouflaged with the room seamlessly and though it was there to observe managed not to explain the over all effect of the piece. I was expecting anything, and to be completely honest got really scared at some points awaiting something beyond my imagination. There was one scene, the biggest one there that I didn't actually get to take a good look at the first time because it made me so uncomfortable. I passed over it the first time I saw the exhibit. But finally got to see it again the second time I went through.

David Hoffos used an unbelievable number of elements to create the imaginative moods and surrealistic moments portrayed in "Scenes from the House Dream". This craftsmanship created a feeling of uncomfortable but safe; where I was face first in a creepy new world every time I turned the corner. It was surprisingly exhilirating to have all my senses be so vulnerable.

I left the exhibit into the bright afternoon, I had been moved, and the part of me leaving the building gave a laugh to the person I left at the door. I called up a friend and insisted he come down to check it out. I waited an hour for him to get there, and went back in again.

silencio!

Secrets, secrets... Surprise, surprise!

respuesta de nostalgia

haha i bet none of you even knew what that meant.

Nostalgia was a very interesting piece. I had trouble getting through it actually, it got pretty tedious at times. I'm not a hundred percent confident that it was a very effective piece. I understand that there was some significance in the delay between his description of the photos and the photos we were currently watching him burn, but i feel it's a pretty subjective one that became monotonous at times. The most I took fro the film was a comforting sense that images are just as important to some dude in the seventies as they are to me. I felt relief many times when the photos began to burn and a calm freedom when they were black piles of ashes on the burner. I think the delay between the photos and the narrative had something to do with his constant memory of the photo. Though the physical embodiment of his past memories were destroyed, he had a good hour and a half full of more events and periods in his life that were stored in his brain to reflect upon forever. In this way he brought us into chapters of his life, most closed by now, while opening new ones at the same time. He managed to give the audience a sense of closure without us even knowing anything about him; I think that was probably my favorite part. He must have felt very nostalgic and I think it's a cool emotion to attempt to share with strangers.

Let us ALL try and be more inclusive of our emotions when attempting to infiltrate the lives of others!

I thought I would sort of try the same thing, as the last photos I posted on here were very nostalgic for me, but I didn't really disclose anything about them to you avid avid and numerous readers, so here is a similar exercise to that of Hollis.

Basically. I won that that weird bowl thing at my ex boyfriend's cousin's wedding, they had some dance competition for the center piece... it originally held candles but I wanted to make it into a fishbowl with blue rocks and a purple fish. My friends were spray painting their bikes (sooo weird!) and I decided to tag along and spray paint my center piece. It later broke before I got the chance to put the rocks or the fish in it and I'm actually kind of pissed off about that.

el fin de mi historia

I'm sure that was somewhere between slightly and not at all more interesting than the movie.

internet finding part one

someone posted it on facebook. i like it ! as a medium for a comic it works reallyw ell, the panels are beautiful and it's funny.

good stuff.

i present:

catstab

camera lucinda

Wow I love how submitting work to a blog shows your skills of effective time management above every post (ahem).

I wasn't a huge fan of the narrative in the excerpts I read from Camera Lucinda. I think the author attempted at making his vision and feelings way too fancy-sounding. I just checked the date on the book, it was written in 1980 so that doesn't really excuse the labyrinth of words he used to tip toe around his point. It took me until the last excerpt to really get what he was getting at. When he did, I realized it was something that I've contemplated a lot and something I'm sure a lot of other people think about as well. For two summers I attended a really awesome film making camp in Los Angeles. The first year I went I was 14, and the short film I made was about a young girl frustrated with the separation between herself and how photographs depicted her.

I am constantly frustrated with this concept. In fact sometimes I think "obsessed" might be a better word. The best photographs I have ever taken have illuminated or exaggerated some part of a personality I love. It could be my own, it could just be somebody I care for, but ultimately I feel translating a component of someone's essence is my ultimate goal in photography. That's often why I feel I can take great photos of someone I know well, or myself. When put in situations with someone where they allow themselves to be truly vulnerable is when their best moments are able to be captured on film. And these moments are really very refreshing and probably the best part of photos.

I like that all photos become historic, almost like a catalog. I like that by seeing photos of someone you know presently in their past you are taken to an entirely new world. Before writing this I looked through an album I posted on facebook specifically for old photos-- photos that existed on my first computer, photos that existed before they had anywhere to go (facebook). Most of these photos triggered in me several smells, sounds, emotions and seasons for me. They really hit me for a second and even the cold feeling of the tiles in my bathroom at my old house returned to me in a rush.

Here are a few of the photos, even though I know this is a written response. Blogging likes photos:















































































See now I must stop, as it is becoming overwhelming. Though to those reading this, these photos are probably vague clues in the history of a stranger in your interactive new media class. Or maybe you recognize someone or some place, or maybe they set you off on a mental album of nostalgic ridden photos of your own. Or maybe not.

Additionally here are a few photos others have taken of me that have captured parts of me I didn't think I had:































































These photos couldn't have been taken by myself, or a stranger, as they were taken in situations of restless comfort where I allowed myself to show a cold dark box a part of me that could potentially be worth documenting.

Over all, a good read.

internet content overload

yeah i didn't do the reading.

yet.

but! i did find this crazy sexy skinny white boy spittin "flow so sick it needs to be mopped up" or some stuff.

I like his video... i feel he interacts with media that might be described as new (wink wink) quite efficiently. I hope I can both brush up on my dope rhymes as well as create a video similar to this awesomeness soon with help of FACS 1939. Word.



One can only hope.

post numero uno

allo bonjour!

i was going to make this a part of my old blog because nobody reads it anyway, but starting new blogs is a bit of an addiction.. like biting your nails or spray painting buildings (shhh)

so I guess this is the first post.

Uh, I'll see you when i'm done the reading!