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Palliativity 136: “Angry Asian Man”

Posted on November 9, 2011


Decipher feat. Manifest & DJ Zo

I'd love to say this feeling is one I can't relate to…

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The New Colossus

Posted on October 28, 2011

Paris, France, in 1883

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

 — Emma Lazarus, 1883

Happy 125, Lady Liberty!

Leave the Light on. We're going to need it.

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Palliativity 134: Hard Luck

Posted on October 13, 2011

Social Media: the big picture

The only reason I continue to enjoy surfing the big web is that I know that just past the break-wall is something amazing, and I want to bring it back to shore and share it with the world. I want to be that positive ripple in the ocean of shared-consciousness and know that I am doing my part to make life a little better, one smile or big-think at a time.

My inspiration: Amelie and the Glass Man ↓

Won't you join me? Get up and dance.

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Palliativity 128: Security

Posted on June 23, 2011

Achievement: Unlocked

The ultimate Agora. The Elysium fields of knowledge. The dream of Safe-haven.

Breaking News: The bottom drops out of our lives—

The more we share, the less we have to hide behind. The curtain is drawn and we are ultimately the refraction of this cyber life.

Our photos and their comment threads. What we buy and where we travel. Our blogs and tweets are cogs in the overtly connected consciousness of human-kind. Who are you listening to?

As an artist, the consequences of my public actions have very different outcomes than for most.

Politicians are destroyed by their own texting. Countries fall and companies get hacked. Anonymous is running I.T. for 4th world revolutions while the CIA gets jail-broken for the LuLz.

Welcome to Web 3.0

Adolescence and Anarchy, with Angry Birds for all…

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Palliativity 127: Whale and Moonshine

Posted on June 2, 2011

drink up

A few years ago I interviewed a woman who was an adolescent in Japan during WWII. Hana's laughter and kind eyes belied her traumatic stories of a child's perspective in hell:

I learned from Hana that the Japanese obsession with eating whale is wrapped-up in her generation's nostalgia for the war years. As the war dragged on, the Japanese government realized that they did not have enough food to feed its people for the long haul.

The arrived upon solution was to use naval vessels to hunt whales en-mass and to ignite a propaganda campaign hailing whale meat as the healthiest food for the children of Japan. Almost everyday at lunch, whale was served in school cafeterias across the country. So began a deep longing for the last days of Japanese dignity.

During the war, sake was also in low supply. It was not uncommon for Japanese to drink grain alcohol or fuel and engine cleaner mixed with left-over rice-water. Even today you can still find mason-jar sake for sale all across Japan.

Hana recalled her school-days in Kyoto, early 1945. Up until this point, the children at her school were told that the war was going well and that Japan continued to gloriously prevail over the West. Suddenly, reports of failure and the imminent eradication of Japan drowned all hopes.

One day, all of her classmates were told to report to the schoolyard.

They were each handed a sharpened bamboo pole.

Classroom time was over.

Now they only drilled on how to kill Americans.

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"Children might or might not be a blessing, but to create them and then fail them is surely damnation."

- Lois McMaster Bujold -

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Penitent

Posted on May 31, 2011

Penitent, ©MMXI

A time to reap, a time to sow;

A time to live, a time to die…

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Spring's sweet scent–

You are forgiven…

After-Glow

Blossom

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