miss misc misery________12 December, 2011
so long, new jersey. you’ve been good to me (for the most part).
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i dream of dull spectra________27 November, 2011
remember this girl? in other news, i just overwrote this file. computarrrghhhh.
d8311 bench________21 November, 2011
say hello to d8311, a gallery bench made from laminated cherry and stainless steel. unbuilt.
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left-handed turnstiles________18 November, 2011
welcome to barcelona: a city so suffused with the spirit of artiness that even the turnstiles are left-handed. spain is truly a country with two capitals. the netherlands, arguably, has three. china and germany have, in their own ways, many. france, the states, japan, and the uk: really, just one. and even though madrid has around twice barcelona’s population, the number of cultural and artistic institutions isn’t so different. barcelona deserves its reputation as a city worth seeing.
barcelona is crowded. some parts of it are times-square-crowded. a lot of the city has a strange psychic disconnect between groups rendered unusually distinct by their surroundings: people just trying to get to work, gutterpunks, party kids who got lost on the way to ibiza, unemployed locals, jaded street vendors, mimes. and, of course, tourists. tourists tourists tourists are everywhere in barcelona. every kind. the grungy ones who walked overland from montpelier, the couples intertwined, the fat ones from topeka, the skinny ones from new york, the german ones from germany. and all of it under the aegis of english as a lingua franca because castellano is persona non grata and every sign is in catalan first, biggest, and in red. castellano seems present only by force of law, and always placed on a parity of size and position with english as if to advertise, “these are both foreign tongues to us.”
