In following Bill's billiken link I was not entirely suprised to find that one of my favorite childhood places, Seattle's Ye Olde Cruiosity Shop had a role in clarifying the origin of the good luck charm.
The site is a bit goofy on my browser because of all the Java but some may find it worth the poke around.
Especially you James Ensor fans, this is the sort of souvenir shop he lived and worked in.
favorite charity at this moment
camera obscura rooms
Our friend Ruth Root has a show opening tonight at Andrew Kreps gallery 518 West 20th Street.
La revue art-language

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Art & Language Press a été fondé à Coventry en Angleterre, en novembre 1968 par Terry Atkinson, David Bainbridge, Michael Baldwin et Harold Hurrell. Le premier numéro de la revue est auto publié en mai

1969. Il comprend la participation de Sol Lewitt, Dan Graham et Lawrence Weiner.

De 1969 à 1985 : la revue est composée de cinq volumes chacun de 4 numéros sauf pour le dernier (trois) . Une nouvelle série d'art-language est publiée depuis 1994.

La revue fonde l'identité d'Art & language par de là les conflits individuels.

Elle rend compte d'un principe initial et initié pendant environ 25 ans, l'autocritique. Il en découle rétrospectivement une logique de déploiement.

Le champ référentiel est la philosophie analytique.

La relation entre l'art et la théorie. Qu'est ce qu'un objet théorique ? qu'est ce qu'une méta théorie ? Qu'est ce qu'une pratique de second type ?.

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Robert Smithson
i should be happy i get to go to French Guiana for two weeks but i cant help but think of how in some whys it will be a sad trip--taking a river (tourist) cruise to visit some indian tribes (they dont let you all the way into the deep interior), seeing first hand thier lost of ancient ways--maybe its because i finished "Tales of the Shaman's Apprentice" or that i spent much time in the early 80's partying in Venezuala just a few 100 miles away instead of seeing first hand one of the last holdout's of ???? (the first McDonald's arrived this year) well there is a Creole/Amerindian etc food fest in one town while i am there:>)
Seems to me like the posting frequency is going up a little bit around here. Remember, if you are signed in, and the new post tracking system is driving you nuts because you can't or don't want to keep up - you can turn it off for certain pages in your preferences (link on the left of the home page - and I'll add my standard disclaimer about the interface being horrible and also how much better it will be very soon.) Also, if you like the tracking, but just want to get caught up in a single swoop, just go to clear.php3 and it will zero all the counters for you.
I Live In Weird New Jersey.
I had not heard too much about the upcoming mega-movie AI (Kubricks last project, now taken over by Spielberg) until a few days ago. Now the hype machine is being severely cranked up, and it appears to be one of the more delicate, involved, and downright clever hype machines in movie history. This is making the Blair Witch stuff look positively old school.

Apparently, if you download the movie trailer, and watch it way too close, you might "notice the second frame of credits is 'Sentient Machine Therapist-Jeanine Salla'. Searching for this on google.com leads to a plethora of pages seemingly outlining some fictional murder mystery having to do with robots." Except all of these pages are part of the promo machine. Some seem like real corporate pages, some seem like very personal sites, some seem like, well... see for yourself (click on that google search and start digging.) It's a whole world. Very very nice.

For the very lazy, just go here, where Ain't It Cool News wrecks the fun by pointing you to the highlights.
The Origin of the Billiken
Zig-Zag Man
The Gates of Paradise by David Daniels

UBU

[more good concrete+sound poetry tips from k.goldsmith]
Zap Splitz Story
Gilbert Shelton's Fabulous Furry Freak Bros.
weblogs 101
wow. how bout matt haughey on the cover of brills content. heres the blurb.
From today's New York Times:

"Richard Evans Schultes, a swashbuckling scientist and influential Harvard University educator who was widely considered the preeminent authority on hallucinogenic and medicinal plants, died on Tuesday in Boston. He was 86 and lived in Waltham, a Boston suburb.
No one mentioned Basil Wolverton last night.

b.1909, his bio

WFMU's most self satisfied Douglas Wolk
jodi.org -or- 0100101110101101
Tangerine. 228 west 10th street NYC. 212.463.8585

Tangerine is a new Thai restaurant in the west village. If my sources are correct this is the first US venture for a prominent Hong Kong restaurant group. The space is sleek and modern. I think it looks good. The details (glasses, flatware, dishes, chairs) are some of the best I've seen. Obviously someone who knows about design is involved.

The food was quite enjoyable ranging on up to superb. The lobster pad thai was a personal fave. Lots of stuff for the fish and veggie crowd. The service, in marked contrast to everything else, was verging on comedy. I think there is some sort of language and/or cultural barrier adding to the mayhem. It didn't wreck our meal, but others, or even myself in a different mood, might have felt different. They are new, and I think they'll get it together, but for now don't expect too much in that department. On the other hand, maybe that will keep the crowds down for the time being. Quite empty when we went last week, but I bet it won't be for long. I guess this all amounts to a recommendation.
I was watching ccn last night as the plane taxied acoross the tarmac and took off live from china (7:30 pm edst). The tv crew had a hand held dig video camera with a (cell?) telephone connection. Then the cops came and made 'em stop. "W" listened in on a cnn audio feed and the Generals at the pentagon watched on cable.

Any links available for info on that broadband two-way satelite company ?
"Waiter? Bring me shad roe."

I love food that marks the season and for me early spring (april-may) means shad roe. I remember last year having a great breakfast on Shelter Island, and although I have trouble remembering the exact ordering of events, I know it must have been a year ago because it featured shad roe. It's sort of like a caviar hotdog. We just fry it up in a little olive oil (low heat, maybe 10 minutes, YMMV) and serve with scrambled eggs. I guess people use capers and other stuff, but the taste is so strong, I don't think they're necessary. MB did a repeat performance this morning (with a side of leftover brocolli rabe) and I was in heaven. Spring is in the air. She bought that great piece at Incredible Edibles in Grand Central Station, but I'm sure you can find it all over right now. Here's some info on the mighty tasty shad. Give it a try. You won't be sorry.

Yesterday I killed 2 rats with one hawk: I saw the re-released Japanese animation classic Akira and my first DLP (digital widescreen) movie. Akira is playing at the AMC 25 on 42nd Street, which is a spectacle in itself if you haven't been. It's a five-story, high-tech, high-kitsch multiplex with stadium seating, perfect sound, and NO CUSTOMERS! It's like the home entertainment system from heaven--GO, before AMC declares bankruptcy and lets the whole thing get run down.

Anyway, about DLP: Everything is in sharp focus, the colors are bright and true, there are no hairs or specks, but there is a faint, evenly-distributed grain that runs through the entire image. After a half-hour or so you don't really notice it. No eye-strain, no headaches; like CDs, in some ways it's superior to analog and in some ways not. I'll have to see a non-animated movie before I completely judge the process.

And about the re-released Akira: WOW! I've seen it several times on murky VHS and wasn't prepared for the Blade Runner-like depth and complexity of the widescreen version. The movie's been cleaned up and digitally remastered and everything's bright and sharp. The scenes of Neo-Tokyo are incredibly densely-layered, and when Tetsuo turns into a giant, mutating, HP Lovecraft Mecha-blob at the end, you can see all the horrible, sublime stuff you only thought you were seeing on the video. The little snots at Time Out call the movie "incoherent," but I prefer the Voice's "hermetic." One goes to anime for gorgeous drawing, surreal imagination, and lightning-fast action, not Raymond Chandler-like plotting. Animes are always delphic, weaving together post-WWII nuclear terror, cyborg speculation, and weird meditations on childhood trauma. One thing I'd forgotten about Akira: the characters are naturalistic (i.e., Japanese-looking)--no Bambi-like, swimming-pool eyes. Don't get me wrong, I love the eyes and exaggerated coiffure, but it's interesting that Akira broke the mold back in '88 and '90s productions didn't follow suit.