A poem by Gertrude Stein:
A DOG
A little monkey goes like a donkey that means to say that means to say that more sighs last goes. Leave with it. A little monkey goes like a donkey.
Larry "Wild Man" Fischer sings "Monkeys vs. Donkeys" on Jimmy Kimmel's tv show: [YouTube].
Everyone in the world plus their uncle weighs in on Paul Slocum's You're Not My Father art video on the Onion AV Club.
As on YouTube, "Think it, type it" is the operative maxim.
Posted some questions to a Marisa Olson review of the above-described Cory Arcangel piece on Rhizome.org [link goes to the wrong page - see below].*
Responses to the questions are welcome (except please don't call me "hostile" as was the case on my old blog--that's not productive). You need to sign up for Rhizome to post.
Update: Martin John Callanan has a rather devastating point about the piece, from the thread linked to above:
Comment by Martin John Callanan
May 11, 2008 7:29 pm
'Back and forth' isn't in the nature of 'out-of-office' replies. The standard is to send only once to each recipient. Ie, the computers should only send one reply each. To create the loop, the standard has been overwritten, creating a situation that - obviously - would NEVER exist.This work, while humorous (in the original form), is superfluous.
Comment by Tom Moody
May 11, 2008 9:49 pm
Martin, if what you are saying is true then the joke is only funny because some of us thought "out of office autoreply" could create such a loop. How awkward. I propose a revision to the piece: two computers mailing "the recipient's mailbox is full" messages back and forth to each other--that message I know goes out multiple times for each recipient.
Update, 2011: The Rhizome link has been changed to http://rhizome.org/editorial/2008/mar/27/out-of-office-autoreply/ / comment thread
Paddy Johnson (note her new masthead by John Michael Boling) reviews the Whitney Biennial 2008 at The L Magazine. This blog seconds the inappropriateness of the Park Armory as a satellite space for contemporary art installations. The high, wood paneled walls bedecked with oil paintings of obscure military men dominate much like the American army of the 19th Century, swallowing up the downtown hipsters and their feeble efforts like indigenous peoples fleeing the cannon. At the same time, it's a slum (with uncharacteristic viciousness the Times' Holland Cotter called it a "moldering pile") in terrible need of some wealthy patrons to fix it up and restore it to its authentic period. It looks like something from the era of NYC mayor Abe Beame, when the city lost the fight against entropy in every neighborhood, including the Upper East Side.
