i heart my frans

Covering a show about internet friends, Kyle Chayka examines the territory:

To use the term "friend" on the Internet is to confront a meaning of the word that has vastly expanded over the past decade. Now, there are all different kinds of friends — in addition to the real-life kind (including 'best friends' and 'frenemies') there are now defunct Myspace friends, Facebook friends whom users may or may not know in person, Gchat buddies who only exist to carry on the odd conversation, anonymous Tumblr followers, and those people whose intimate personal lives we follow on Twitter just because we can.

Pre-internet, as described by mystery writer John D. McDonald, friends were people with whom you fell into a kind of easy camaraderie without always knowing why and acquaintances were people you always felt awkward or guarded around.

The net knocks this duality into a cocked hat. You can be relaxed online with someone you might be very uncomfortable with in real life. People can diss you and then change screen names and be nice to you. Separating friends from frienemies gets harder when there are so many forums for random trash talking. But does the enforced single identity of the new AOLs threaten a return to the Organization Man conformity of the '50s?

In the exhibit Chayka describes, apparently everyone in the show is a friend of everyone else, or they might actually hate each other, but have united behind the common cause of making fun of MySpace. Some of the work sounds intriguing, but let's let Chayka talk about it, in the interest of preserving, uh, friendships.

"Ambient March I"

"Ambient March I" [mp3 moved to ]

50 seconds long. A percussion loop made from an older tune was beatsliced, and random filtering was applied to individual slices, then some electronic percussion and scratches were added.

"Reverb Renown"

"Reverb Renown" [mp3 removed]

This is more of a braid than a song, with slightly varied, interwoven sounds (TB 303 ish), beats, and renowned reverb (spring ish). Garage Reich.

Douglas Padgett

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350 V-8, 2006, oil on canvas 48 x 74 inches

from the artist's website

sarcoptiform found another good one

Visited this artist's studio a few years back (like, nine) and hadn't checked the website in a while but I remembered the style almost immediately when I saw the image at sarcoptiform's. Padgett was painting fake wood panel apartment walls and showing them like large monochromes--his way of painting grain was instantly recognizable.

Liking how the park-like landscape is wedged into the top corner of this painting. Also some apparent editing of the V-8 down to the salient parts, each rendered with careful attention. The word "surreal" didn't originally mean unreal but rather extra- or above-real--as if something heightened senses would show us. Normally vision is just a sweeping blur but this painting focuses us on every part of the car engine at once. Transforming it from the banal motorhead fantasy to a peak experience.

poetry about Minesweeper

from fanfiction.net:

"Forward, Forward, Only Forward" by Abraxas 2009-10-31

Forward, forward, only forward
clicking and clicking like breathing
blind into winding, twisting paths
there are no undos with 'sweeper

As with life...

Forward, forward, only forward
step by step with a pulse pounding
thrust into vast oceans of bombs
there is no life/death but by chance

But!

Where hides my face yellow, smiley
whispering to my ear the truth
only it knows...

END

via cpb