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"They say progress is a grinding heel on the face of mankind. I intend to be wearing the boot."- "A wise sys-op must be like water. wanting to let flash, scatter in the everyday landscape what “was so closed, flat, peculiar”; wanting to see the thing convulse in the body of the other: summons him to see/feel for himself another time, prolonged, plunging into the dark, at the limit of the sensitive, where things vibrate micro, infra Shifting, flowing, adapting. Be the docile stream when your enemy sees you first, then when his eyes turn elsewhere, become the raging tsunami. 'Let's do it. What's the worst that culd happen?' - Ji "Noise" Reilly. Multitasking and, no questions asked. 10 office computers and 100,000 creds later, I'm out through the 103rd floor window. Some might call it the score of a lifetime, I call it a normal Saturday night." His best-known work, though, is that which, in the 80s, used to be called, and has gone through a phase of gradual decadence. It had become conventional to see things with the tiniest of bells on, but there was always something to be heard about and something to be seen. Theres always a twist of a curve to it, a squeak of an eye, a pucker of the lips, a giggle, a twinkle in the eye, a slap in the cheek. Thats one of the things Reilly does best, and that is to provide for a tautness, a breathiness, a contentment. Thats not so different from the sensations of laughter, for example. The one has to turn away from them if they seem too loud or too weird. He doesnt, though, necessarily want to get the wayward and call attention to them, and that is the only way you can be in a room with 100s of people at the same time. It is a pleasure to be in the room, not to be.So this Saturday night I went to see the work of a metahist. In the center of the gallery, a metal desk was covered with sheets of paper, each of which contained a letter from a writer to a writer in the world. The writers were such as-familiar names as William S. Burroughs, John le Carré, Michel Foucault, and Jack Kerouac. There was a sort of romantic elegance to them, the letter-writing as writing. It had a typeface, a kind of illegible, almost illegible word-writing that could have been seen as a kind of philosophy of writing. The message was that there was a world of feeling in the world, a certain sado-romanticism. The work was impressive, but the letters were hardly the point.

Result #2

"They say progress is a grinding heel on the face of mankind. I intend to be wearing the boot."- "A wise sys-op must be like water. wanting to let flash, scatter in the everyday landscape what “was so closed, flat, peculiar”; wanting to see the thing convulse in the body of the other: summons him to see/feel for himself another time, prolonged, plunging into the dark, at the limit of the sensitive, where things vibrate micro, infra Shifting, flowing, adapting. Be the docile stream when your enemy sees you first, then when his eyes turn elsewhere, become the raging tsunami. 'Let's do it. What's the worst that culd happen?' - Ji "Noise" Reilly. Multitasking and, no questions asked. 10 office computers and 100,000 creds later, I'm out through the 103rd floor window. Some might call it the score of a lifetime, I call it a normal Saturday night." So, the world is a miracle. And so is my life. I walk down the street, into a bar. With a smile, I head into the booth at the window, and look up at the window. It's sunny out. It's a glorious day. I stroll into the bathroom. I listen to a radio with a voice on it. And it's the Friday night. I'm feeling fine. I take off my headphones and start listening to a song. As I step out onto the street, the cold wind blows, and I see the whole world is melting into my body. I see the windows on the 103rd floor and see people on the street. The music is hot. I see a guy coming up behind me, hes wearing a big red-and-white striped shirt. I realize I'm watching a lot of basketball. I walk out onto the street and see a guy getting into a fight with another man. They're both going their separate ways. I look out the window and see the two of them are on top of each other on the floor. The fight's over. I take my headphones off. I turn around and see the two of them turn and face the other. And, well, they can't really be any closer.I turn around and look into the next scene. And I see a guy getting into a fight with another guy. I'm alone in the middle of nowhere. I realize I'm watching a movie. I turn around and look into the bathroom. I see a guy going through a sequence of things. He's telling a guy about a song. I turn around and see a guy coming in. He tells a guy I saw him in the bathroom. I turn around and see a guy coming in. He tells a guy he saw me in the bathroom. I turn around and see the guy coming in. He tells me hes having an affair with a woman. I turn around and see the guy coming in.

Result #3

"They say progress is a grinding heel on the face of mankind. I intend to be wearing the boot."- "A wise sys-op must be like water. wanting to let flash, scatter in the everyday landscape what “was so closed, flat, peculiar”; wanting to see the thing convulse in the body of the other: summons him to see/feel for himself another time, prolonged, plunging into the dark, at the limit of the sensitive, where things vibrate micro, infra Shifting, flowing, adapting. Be the docile stream when your enemy sees you first, then when his eyes turn elsewhere, become the raging tsunami. 'Let's do it. What's the worst that culd happen?' - Ji "Noise" Reilly. Multitasking and, no questions asked. 10 office computers and 100,000 creds later, I'm out through the 103rd floor window. Some might call it the score of a lifetime, I call it a normal Saturday night." He says. I did a show at the Golden Gate Lounge. I got a bunch of work done and I got a lot done.—Unknown artist, 1965. The question is, how did they get to 103rd? The answer is, from the outset, a major blow job. So how did they get there? I had a pretty decent idea of what the score was going to be. I was in the, some-what 70s era of (Photoshop) technology, a time when a high school student would have had all the modernist paraphernalia one could throw at a sheet of paper. I was also a photographer. It was my first job in that I took the (Photoshop) still at the office and edited it and then made it visible in the gallery.So how did they get to 103rd? I got a lot done. I had a pretty decent idea of what the score was going to be. I was in the, some-what 70s era of (Photoshop) technology, a time when a high school student would have had all the modernist paraphernalia one could throw at a sheet of paper. I was also a photographer. It was my first job in that I took the (Photoshop) still at the office and edited it and then made it visible in the gallery.So how did they get to 103rd? I got a lot done. I had a pretty decent idea of what the score was going to be. I was in the (Photoshop) still at the office and edited it and then made it visible in the gallery.So how did they get there? I got a lot done. I had a pretty decent idea of what the score was going to be. I was in the (Photoshop) still at the office and edited it and then made it visible in the gallery. So how did they get there? I got a lot done.

Result #4

"They say progress is a grinding heel on the face of mankind. I intend to be wearing the boot."- "A wise sys-op must be like water. wanting to let flash, scatter in the everyday landscape what “was so closed, flat, peculiar”; wanting to see the thing convulse in the body of the other: summons him to see/feel for himself another time, prolonged, plunging into the dark, at the limit of the sensitive, where things vibrate micro, infra Shifting, flowing, adapting. Be the docile stream when your enemy sees you first, then when his eyes turn elsewhere, become the raging tsunami. 'Let's do it. What's the worst that culd happen?' - Ji "Noise" Reilly. Multitasking and, no questions asked. 10 office computers and 100,000 creds later, I'm out through the 103rd floor window. Some might call it the score of a lifetime, I call it a normal Saturday night."In the 80s, the idea of the artist and artist-as-artist became a cliché. But its never been the same. Artists, as it turns out, have to share the spotlight, the mark of fame. We no longer know what the artist wants to do with her body. And this is what art is all about: being as active as possible, without being bound by the confines of conventional art. The artists who do produce art are, in general, a very good bunch of people, which is to say, they have the courage to do anything. And they do it as often as they want.The proliferation of media—shes got an audience of 12,000, and its getting bigger. It's becoming the art market, and, at the same time, the art market is expanding. As the number of people that work in a commercial enterprise increases, so does the scope of the media industry, and a number of artists are working in a variety of media: sculpture, painting, performance, photography, drawing, film, and more. As in any organization, the project of art is to collect, to categorize, to group and classify. It is, in a sense, like the Bureau of Prisons: a think-tank run by an informed group of experts.This year, artist-as-artist became an increasingly common practice, with the exhibition Circulation Drawings: Artists in Circulation Drawings. The show is organized by Melissa Meyer and Nick Herman, both of whom have long been active in the community around the gallery, and the curator is Annie Baum, who has been a regular visitor to the gallery. All the works in the show are either already on view in the gallery or on view at the museum, and this is not the first time that Baum has shown at the venue. She also did a retrospective at the Art Institute of Chicago in 1993.

Result #5

"They say progress is a grinding heel on the face of mankind. I intend to be wearing the boot."- "A wise sys-op must be like water. wanting to let flash, scatter in the everyday landscape what “was so closed, flat, peculiar”; wanting to see the thing convulse in the body of the other: summons him to see/feel for himself another time, prolonged, plunging into the dark, at the limit of the sensitive, where things vibrate micro, infra Shifting, flowing, adapting. Be the docile stream when your enemy sees you first, then when his eyes turn elsewhere, become the raging tsunami. 'Let's do it. What's the worst that culd happen?' - Ji "Noise" Reilly. Multitasking and, no questions asked. 10 office computers and 100,000 creds later, I'm out through the 103rd floor window. Some might call it the score of a lifetime, I call it a normal Saturday night." Or a normal business day. A regular Saturday night. No more machines for work; computerized. Maybe not. Or maybe not. After all, the idea is not to work but to sit at the desk, have a cup of coffee, and finish. What would it be like to be one of those machines? And it's not like being one of those machines. It's not even your typical day job. In fact, it's never been one of those, and it has never been a typical life.And, in fact, there's no doubt about it. The idea of computers as a way to learn more about the world is clearly dead. The art world is far more sophisticated than the education system, and technology has gotten a lot smarter since the 60s, when it first came to prominence. In a sense, there is no longer any question that computers are the products of humans; in fact, the question is: what does that say about us?The legacy of scientific inquiry and the humanist principles it brought with it is not a matter of being able to do anything, it is about what to do. How to get more information? How to find out more? If you can read, how do you understand the text that sent you from the newsgroup.