you have stumbled upon a slowly evolving mediated space which is the next online evolution of the original neoscenes archive and network presence. it has subsumed the entire neoscenes travelog which began back in 1995. it rolled over to a frames-based site in 1999, and then to a php-based site in 2004, and now onto WordPress as of 2009. it is now extending the time span with images, audio, and video from the long-standing off-line neoscenes archive. what’s this 1961-1962 “50 years on” material? it is one dimension of the use of the (b)log as the accompaniment of the text of my Ph.D. thesis which touches on many of the topics surfaced here combined with my creative media practice. there is an evolving about page which contains more background on the whole project. contact: neo at neoscenes dot net.
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NEW FROM THE ARCHIVE
slowly starting to upload documents of performances like Open Air Radio Barcelona and DEAF03 – Interfacing / Radiotopia / Keyworx. also in the process of figuring out how to add the thousands of scanned black&white negatives that cover a period of time from 1976 through 2000 when I quit wet darkroom work. (a few (84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95) of the 4000+ portraits that are slowly migrating to these pages). will be including many fragments like that over the next months to enrich the overall blog experience, so stay-tuned here for new announcements. of course, there are always new field recordings for the aporee maps project.

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10.350 gallons
$3.729/gallon
$38.60

Marisa and Collin hit the road for Dallas, Madrid, Barcelona, Avignon, Paris and back. Bon voyage, bon chance, bon vacance!

House/dog-sitting:

Cinnamon for around the legs of the bee hive to keep the ants out; switches for the well/cistern and holding tank; hummingbird food; mail at the PO; videos back to the library; hot tub controls; irrigation systems; seeds to plant in the raised garden boxes; Luna’s routine for walking, eating, playing; yurt ready to go.

Got to figure out a vantage point nearby for the eclipse on Sunday. Should be excellent observation conditions by then after a front blew through last night/this morning.

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$14.71

Last day in Arvada and, well, the ensuing 12 days at Echo Park is still completely unprocessed (both visually, literally, and, perhaps, figuratively, and/or even psycho-spiritually). Whatever the case, it’s over and gone already. But heading to Glade Park above the Colorado National Monument to house-sit for a couple weeks, so should be able to pull some more quality content in then. After that, though, back on the road again, jumping around Colorado, and thence to Arizona (again). Then the job search begins in earnest. Academia, private sector, non-profit, NGO, or perhaps even public sector. Whatever fits the plan — which is an open one!

Universal Gas Mart, 9205 West 58th Avenue
11.142 gallons
$3.869/gallon
$43.11

Victoria (Co-ordinator of the Hackademia Festival) invites some of us bricoleurs to jump into an IRC discussion on technoshamanism connected to the technomagias festival in Maua in Rio de Janeiro State, Brazil. That was a nice language riffing challenge talking about the basics of reality (and juggling with google translate made it even more interesting!). I get more and more feeling that the Brazilians are doing very interesting things, and have been doing them since way before Freire started his radical practices in social encounter and bringing back energy from instead of going straight into the ‘State’ to being sourced in community. All the Brazilians I have had the pleasure to work with, teach, or otherwise cross paths with are fantastic thinkers, doers, and lovers of life!

An afternoon drive/ramble with Karen and a couple of her friends over to Victor, Colorado, not far from (above!) Cripple Creek to the (AngloGold Ashanti) Cripple Creek & Victor Gold Mine area. It’s been awhile since I’ve been on-location at a major extractives scene. My god. At one point I counted more than 25 250-ton dump trucks operating within sight. We toured the abandoned mining area first — the “Vindicator Valley” trail — then went to several overlooks to see the current tailings dump area and then the open pit which is over a mile across and about 1000 feet deep. After a break at Kathy’s Kitchen in downtown Victor, we stop by the old Sunnyside Cemetery which sits below the cyanide leach field for the Ashanti mine. Back at the cabin, Ron whipped up a great dinner (even though I am not a huge fan of steak, it was great, though a bit much to make it through!).

looking at the blog, looking at life, comparing the two. also understanding how Facebook has almost completely sucked the life out of other online interactions. trying to decide whether or not to go back to the Twitter account, though I loathe to do so in some way, using it to drive traffic here. although the site here is still increasing traffic overall, on a continuous basis. with Twitter and FB promotion that might increase. but the whole concept is annoying even without the consideration of the privacy issues inherent in the platforms. it is a point of pride that I’ve got my own domain, running on a Linux box, (sure, with a big commercial hosting service), managing my own tech support, and posting my own content 95% of the time rather than trolling around to re-post other’s. yet always the question of relevancy arises, after the effort of the dissertation, in the unclear zone of awaiting outcomes. and the fact that this platform is a part of the PhD overall. that places a strange pressure of continuance on it. after the 18 years of online presence, irrelevance is still an issue.

fleeting passages, mental imaginations slipping through a narrow slot canyon, rubbing gritty walls and feeling the cool stone on cheek, fleeting passages, mental imaginations of non-being. going beyond what is pressing into eyeballs from out there. some kind of inverse folding of the in here to the out there, becoming all from being Self. or watching the Other vanish from meat-space tangibility, entangled-ness, there-ness, then gone. with a rough sigh. expelling all that is lively, and no longer receiving the inspiration that was once dealt: there’s a finite supply. clocks winding down, complications, intrusions to safe, normal living. looking around, first at patterns of mud flow after a flash flood, then at shapes of crenelate cyanobacteria in cryptobiotic colonies, then at the faces of friends, aging. and finally at the archive full of photographs.

*You will find the pacific ocean:*
*next to the pacific sun:*
*the low caldera has flown:*
*all violence has gone past us.*
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* *PRINCE BEEN, THE PACIFIER

*Ped-antic: *
the foot antique.

*Sem-antic:*
the seed antique.

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>From the guilded armor of the astrological totem:
from the ironic purity of gold (acoustic) leaf:
emerges:
the “fitted together”:
*bread:*
the electronic papacy of the tessellated
(pixellated) coin-incident:
astern:
as it jambs up: sus-pends: frames:
the (sanitary) (souled) (syntactic):
Terminus of [*arT*].

****/v*

The Labour Party:
mother courage:
festivals of parturition.

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The Future:
hair extensions:
winged apotheosis:
the gambol of the flosses:
(sartorial reel):
*the dreamt: *
redemptive suture.

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