finally solved the tech problem of the real audio/video stream files from the archive playing properly in a pop-up window. have the space on the tech-no-mad server to load up all media archives, and now it’s just a matter of organizing the html files, and making sure the audio and video windows are sized properly. it’ll be nice to get all that stuff back up and running for posterity. the stream index page is full of those ancient-looking 320×240 streams that were pumped out during the time I was at Boulder, teaching at CU, with access to phat-pipe Real Helix server. a few others go back to true pre-historic times with 160×120 files from the initial neoscenes occupation project in Tornio in 1998. the accretionary process that is the core of this web space goes onwards to an unknown end. with a minuscule audience. and no prospects.

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over, and out. calling various messages across various means. nso2 rumbles on. through the energy that I lost. thankfully, the workshop is not totally dependent on my energy, otherwise it would fail. the students are picking up the lead and carrying things along with zest. it is all I can do to spend four or five hours each afternoon up at school helping mostly with technical problems. not how I had envisioned things running, but I simply did not envision my energy state to be as it is. Nadja has her birthday party this evening live and online in the dorm basement party room.

closer and closer to the moment of shifting change. energy levels are dispersed and vibrations are not unified. eating too much, not in a rhythm. helping students is fragmentary. walking through states of energy. where there are energy sinks and energy sources. the summer sun, circulating homo-centrically in this place, makes no sound, does nothing but Lights all, even deep recesses are found out. nothing is hidden in summer, and all things sleep and are not revealed in winter.

so much in the last ten days gone down — life has gone through many cycles and swings, some negative — the college in Tornio has slighted me rudely on the eve of the neoscenes occupation project 2 which finally did begin last Monday. when I was away in Helsinki, they took the belongings I left in the flat that was reserved for me for the summer, tossed everything pell-mell into my suitcase, and moved me to a single room — this for when Loki arrives in a week or so. fuming. and angry over the phone to folks. but the week in Helsinki was a jolt of pure bliss after a long hard year of teaching.

into the NextFiveMinutes conference. I have been burned out for much of the time for some reason, almost catching a cold yesterday evening, then this morning, spraining my back with the most minimal movement zipping up my suitcase, I wasn’t even bending over. scared the shit outta me. my panel presence (Tactical Education/Media Competence) was shortly after, and that went quite well, but by mid-afternoon I hobble back the the hotel, barely able to walk because of the sciatic pain. missed an appointment with Nan which I was quite looking forward to, not to mention several dialogues with new contacts. really don’t believe it, that I have done something serious. been stretching all afternoon and evening between bouts resting in bed. nothing else to do! Faugh! miss a dinner with an interesting artist. following are notes for the Tactical Education presentation (on the neoscenes occupation project):

neoscene occupation project one into the 13th hour so far. more than half done. here for the duration or more. cut. warm bed, lying down, only six more days here in Lapland. and now what? 14.5 hours and counting. tiger skins and prepping the dreams of another age, my son is in Manhattan, missing his two front teeth. 18 hours and crawling. Toni comes by with a couple net-compatriots from Oulu. tuned in. the Amurikans don’t make it. they are fattened and shopping, unconcerned by international events microscopic and macroscopic. whether they are linked to being. or they just limp along with. whatever happens to mirror the face of the beast. catch its eye. and bring some sense to the senselessness. Babylon, huh? what’s that? heading to new states or not. being and not being. chanting. being chanted upon. shaman calls, body recalls. body count, banding together. suit up and bring it all down. good morning, are you there? childish dreams, expectations. cut. a new person to face. another body to quit. form from. fanning flames, army-gettin-on, zat what it’s called? end o’time? beginning of other dreams in the bardo of becoming. I greet these dreams like I greet the morning. some days it is with the flat recovery of self forming nothing of the clay of body that lies dormant on the bed. other times it slides, slides, slides, a sharp-edged wedge of chromium thin at the apex, so thin that there is no perception of being pried from the rock of sleep, a barnacle in the tidal zone of being, being washed by the returning ether of wakefulness and the encroaching sea of dreams, body-in-repose.

open-x is gearing up. I am trying to collect the various threads of thought that spawned neoscenes occupation to begin with. Alex from Rhizome has the station right next to mine, so we finally meet, along with Stefan, a friend of Carmin’s and partner in the SWARM/Floodnet project. it rains much of the day, after a bright morning where I got up at a reasonable hour and had a breakfast so large I fell asleep for two hours when stopping in the room to pick up things before heading out for the day. so, a slow day. exchanging sms messages with Sanna all day again. cyber-relations take on new dimensions. remote presence is felt as a loss of the warm and steamy in life.

after a long day of travel yesterday, now here early at the open-x venue which this year is at the Brucknerhaus auditorium complex. rather different atmosphere and physical setup than at the Design center last year. but the tech crew is the same, so surely things will go well.

conditions change. I cannot write with any frankness here for a variety of reasons. this is disturbing. a question comes to mind (along with several other psychological moments where deja-vu riles me to a presence of being that is sustaining). what question? is this a real platform? speaking from the heart. Christa is kind enough to meet me at the airport looking bright and relaxed. we talk about our lives and work over a coffee. somewhere it’s Labor Day, maybe.

the neoscenes occupation project for Ars Electronica (which approaches in days) begins to take some form, at least as an idea:

so it goes. now to make it happen!

arrived. one of those up early things again, and a late night before. the alarm seems to go off at 0600 instead of 0700. strange. but the sun coming in the window is absolutely brilliant. the French artist who allegedly vacated the flat the day I got to Budapest left a lot of food in the fridge, although I didn’t discover the fridge itself until the last day. it was sitting on the balcony. it was curious to find the kitchen without a fridge, and I assumed it was something about Eastern monetary problems or something. duh. ate the boiled eggs and pastrami-like stick for breakfast before taking the key up to the C3 office and bus – to – Metro – to – EuroCity train Liszt Ferenc (taken that before!) to Linz. in a stupor of half-sleep. tram to Ars Electronica center, Christa is there and not feeling well, I encourage her to go home and rest before meeting Patrice, Ravi and I for dinner later. Ravi is doing a lecture this week as part of the Intertwinedness series, Patrice is in town working on the Festival for the fall. brief meeting with Gerfried about some possible ideas for the Open-X networking scene at the Ars Festival this year. wondering about different paradigms with networking, and in the midst, when asked about a possible proposal/idea, I realize that the concept of a student-based networking situation that brings students together in a variety of places would be a perfect compliment to the Open-X concept. at least the Open-X would be a good launching venue for the whole thing. could make use of the facilities, and the idea of bringing with me some hard-core students from Tornio, Lahti, and Kiel would be great!