<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:00:52.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See.Hear.Think.Speak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116408764619283570</id><published>2006-11-20T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:01:49.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALly, my FINAL project's FINAL essay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/New%20York%20231.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following is the essay that I wrote explaining my final project for the Roadtrip.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;The photographs are from NYC, London, Amsterdam, and Berlin, respectively. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I titled my project &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urban Anatomy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I felt that this title reflected the shift in focus that my project made from documenting how “garbage can be beautiful” to using it to become more intimately acquainted with the cities in which we traveled. I developed this project because I wanted to see whether garbage could tell me anything new or insightful about the nature of a city and the people in it beyond the sometimes superficial images with which I was presented, both on a citywide level (e.g. banners decrying the great nature of the city) and a personal level (such as fashion sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial inspiration for my documentation of garbage came in New York City when I noticed piles of garbage bags in and on many of the streets. The bags caught my attention because I am accustomed to seeing them in garbage cans instead of simply on the sidewalk. I wondered whether the bags of garbage bothered the people of New York, but they didn’t seem to; I watched numerous people throw their own garbage into the already heaping piles with unconcerned expressions on their faces. After acknowledging that throwing bags out of doors is simply the way that garbage is handled in New York, I became less disturbed by and more interested in the subject of urban garbage. I then decided to take as many photographs of garbage/discarded items in each of the four cities as I could and narrow them down to 50 in order to explore this subject in depth, not really knowing whether or not this would be my “final project,” but knowing that it was of interest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/London%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/London%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While thinking about garbage and its apparently ubiquitous presence in large, urban settings, I decided that in order to better explore the fairly broad question of “What can garbage tell me about a city and the people in it,” I should focus not on documenting garbage in general, but on individual pieces of litter, rubbish, and discarded objects. Thus, I decided to photograph primarily individual objects or take close ups of small sections of rubbish piles. As soon as I implemented this idea into my work, the quality of my photographs improved greatly, both in terms of subject and composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to further expand upon my central concern with this project, I thought of several sub-questions that helped develop the first. These questions and their subsequent answers include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;What does the term “garbage” constitute?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to define “garbage” as pretty much any object that I saw on the street, because, to me, the fact that an item was on the street indicated that its primary purpose had been fulfilled, and that someone had made the conscious decision to discard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Is garbage similar in different cities? Different countries?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garbage was pretty similar across the four cities we visited. The product names of different pieces of rubbish changed, but the same types of products were discarded, such as alcohol bottles, fast food wrappers, newspapers, paper cups, and the odd article of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;What are the most discarded items?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/Copy%20of%20Amsterdam%20135.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/Copy%20of%20Amsterdam%20135.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette butts were by far the most discarded item that I found, especially in Berlin; in some areas it seemed as if practically every square inch of pavement was covered with them. This is perhaps a faulty item to declare as the “most discarded” because cigarette butts are incredibly small and prevalent compared to other forms of garbage, but they were everywhere in each of the four cities, so I think that counts for something. Second to cigarette butts were alcohol containers, including cans and bottles, some of which were very interestingly placed on bicycle seats, balancing on posts, or leaning between the bars of metal fences. I find it interesting that these two items were the most prevalent; they demonstrate that smoking and drinking are universal habits, at least in the “Western world” (I don’t mean to use that term in a pejorative sense). It’s fascinating to see how some habits transcend all boundaries, whether political, religious, geographical, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Is garbage a vital part of the definition of a big city?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;London and its incredibly clean streets made the answer to this question “no,” but I think the manner in which London, and the other cities for that matter, handles its garbage says a lot about the city. The large piles of garbage, bags, and scattered rubbish in New York and Amsterdam invokes the liberal nature and overcrowded populations of these two cities, while the cleanliness of London streets reflects its more reserved nature (at least to strangers). Berlin is an interesting addition to this line-up, as, though there was a lot of garbage in the city, it was usually hidden in the bushes; it’s almost as if people are ok with discarding objects in the street so long as they aren’t easily seen. Berlin also features garbage in unexpected and artistic placements, such as in trees, woven into fences, or arranged in patterns in the dirt; this would seem to reflect the famous “underground” nature of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/Berlin%20285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/Berlin%20285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps these conclusions only expand upon previously existing stereotypes surrounding each city, but these statements are all based upon the experiences that I and my fellow roadtrippers had, as well as on my photographs. In order to attempt to create any conclusions or even theorize about the above mentioned questions, I created 10 specific categories into which I tagged individual elements from each of my 200 photographs, using an application called &lt;a href="http://www.memoryminer.com"&gt;Memory Miner&lt;/a&gt;. A summary of the categories is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Addiction&lt;/em&gt;: cigarette butts and cartons; alcohol cans and bottles; drug paraphernalia&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Beauty&lt;/em&gt;: inspiring or beautiful compositions in the interplay of garbage and environment&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Biodegradable&lt;/em&gt;: edible objects; wood; humans&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Coca-Cola Classic&lt;/em&gt;: Coke cans and bottles&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Grab bag&lt;/em&gt;: items for which I didn’t really have any other place&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Metal&lt;/em&gt;: metal&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Nature&lt;/em&gt;: leaves, grass, tress, dirt, etc. (Note: I don’t consider nature to be garbage, but natural objects appeared so often within the composition of my photographs that I couldn’t ignore them. I also thought that the contrast between nature and garbage was extremely interesting, and wanted to emphasize that point.)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Rubbish&lt;/em&gt;: paper; newspapers or advertisements; (food) wrappers; paper cups; string; etc.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Social construct&lt;/em&gt;: articles of clothing; umbrellas, cars; tires&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Urban decay&lt;/em&gt;: run down/crumbling sections of buildings and sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tagged the photographs by city so that they can be viewed and compared in the most basic manner, organizationally speaking. (Hopefully I will be able to upload my project to the web during winter term in order to give a better idea of what my project encompassed. And if you’ve read this far, kudos to you and brownie points too.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116408764619283570?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116408764619283570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116408764619283570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116408764619283570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116408764619283570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-my-final-projects-final-essay.html' title='FINALly, my FINAL project&apos;s FINAL essay!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116381061036630184</id><published>2006-11-17T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:43:30.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Planet Earth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, back in the US, the MN, the MPLS...basically a long way from where I was a few days ago.  It's amazing how you can wake up one morning and be halfway round the world from where you were the last time you woke up.  I definitly experienced this phenomenon on Wednesday morning when I woke up in my own bed, in my own home of nearly 10 years, and was extremely confused as to where I was.  Does this mean that humans are such fickle creatures that a few weeks in a new place will almost replace the old one?  Or, I should say superficially replace the old, as my body remembers the hallways and light switches of my home even if my mind forgets.  What do they call that?  Some sort of psychological/subconscious/physical occurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while it's nice to be home and see the good ole Mpls. and family and friends, there are some things that I miss about Europe already (like the compactness of practically everything), and I wonder whether I just need time to readjust to the US, or whether there are simply things/aspects of life that I prefer elsewhere.  I guess I'll see what happens within the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116381061036630184?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116381061036630184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116381061036630184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116381061036630184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116381061036630184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-again.html' title='home again'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116308164793309290</id><published>2006-11-09T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T06:14:07.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ART+COM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/Berlin%20214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 206px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/Berlin%20214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(An image from Art+com's design team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Media to the max!  At least that’s the experience that we had on Monday evening after attending a lecture with &lt;a href="http://www.artcom.de/index.php?option=com_acteammember&amp;id=1&amp;amp;Itemid=121&amp;lang=en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Prof. Joachim Sauter&lt;/a&gt; of the New Media design firm called &lt;a href="http://www.artcom.de"&gt;Art+com&lt;/a&gt;.  Prof. Sauter has been working in the field of New Media for the past 20 years, is a professor at Berlin’s prestigious &lt;a href="http://www.udk-berlin.de"&gt;Universität der Künste&lt;/a&gt;, was a co-founder of Art+com in 1988, and is the firm’s current design director.  Art+com and its 60 employees undertake commissions from various clients, usually in the cultural sector, to create New Media projects that push the boundaries of art, technology, and design, and how they interact with the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Sauter showed us 6 projects that Art+com has created or on which it is currently working in order to illustrate the firm’s creative nature.  Although all of the projects we learned about were incredibly innovative, for the sake of being concise, I’ll simply describe two.  The first project was one of the firm’s earlier endeavors, and focused on creating a more tangible link between a painting and its spectator through a technological interaction in which the composition of the painting was altered by the spectator’s gaze upon it.  This was achieved through positioning a camera behind the painting, which was actually displayed on a screen, and tracking the reflections of light in the spectator’s eyes.  This feed was then sent to a PC, which in turn sent the data stream to some sort of numeric device that used the light pattern to scramble the image of the painting on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second project that Prof. Sauter showed us is currently under development by Art+com, and features an interactive design for a walkway in a train station.  The walkway consists of a board with a screen that covers a combination of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LED"&gt;LED lights&lt;/a&gt;, water, and sand, which, through a program that Art+com created, projects the illusion of ripples in water as someone walks along the board.  As if that weren’t inventive enough, the pattern of the electronic ripples then creates real ripples in a pool located next to the walkway.  Prof. Sauter also showed us several projects created by students at the Universität der Künste, including one of a fairly “simple” design for a robotic arm.  The arm moves in response to human touch, and the motions it creates suggest that it does or does not like the touch, thus making the robotic arm appear to be a living creature.  As such, once people noticed it was animated, they were usually very gentle with the arm, as one would be with a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening’s conversation took an interesting turn when Prof. Sauter was asked to comment upon the increasingly popular practice of displaying or installing media art on buildings.  Prof. Sauter marked the difference between the media façades that Art+com produces and the media screens that other companies produce (and that we’ve also learned about) by saying that he prefers façades to screens because they are more dynamic; they have the potential to interact with an environment and the people in it (e.g. ripple walkway) than a screen that simply projects static images whether a person is near it or not.  After hearing both sides of the façade/screen debate, however I can see the merits of both.  Media screens allow art to be seen in public places, and as such they have the potential to draw new people to the medium of media art.  The emphasis that Prof. Sauter places on the interactive nature of his firm’s media façades is also very appealing because the façades are actually influenced by people in the environment; their presence really matters, and they can impact the media environment around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question that I have about dismissing the interactive nature of media screens altogether is: if a media screen isn’t influenced by peoples’ movements, but instead influences the movements of people, doesn’t that still make it interactive?  For example, on Wednesday evening &lt;a href="http://www.sujaschko.de"&gt;Susanne Jaschko&lt;/a&gt;, a freelance media curator, talked to us about media screens (yes, that’s the third talk we’ve heard about them), and she mentioned a project that took place in Rotterdam, in the Netherlands.  This project consisted of a projection of a photograph on the side of a building, with the artist intending to have people interact with the photograph by standing in front of the projection light and placing their shadows over the figures in the photo.  The spectators, however, ended up playing with their shadows and interacting with other peoples’ instead of really connecting with the photograph.  So, even though this was a static media screen projection, people still interacted with it and sort of changed the look of the screen (and thus environment) by playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that Susanne said that I found to be very interesting was that media façades and media screens bring a new identity to the building, and thus the neighborhood, and essentially the city, by allowing people to see all three in a new way.  A projection on an old building might make people look at it for the first time in years, and perhaps see it as a beautiful structure.  I think this is a good progression of thought, as it could lead to the development of a new attitude towards a previously unacknowledged or negatively considered neighborhood (that’s not very grammatically correct, but I can’t think of anything else).  I guess what I’m trying to say is that I like the idea of urban renovation (beutification) through art very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116308164793309290?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116308164793309290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116308164793309290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116308164793309290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116308164793309290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/11/artcom.html' title='ART+COM'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116281234346438076</id><published>2006-11-06T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:25:43.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the building of the future?</title><content type='html'>On Thursday evening we had a talk by Jan Edler, the co-owner of a company called &lt;a href="http://www.realities-united.de/index.html"&gt;Realities:United&lt;/a&gt;, about media/interactive facades on buildings.  These media/interactive facades consist of lights put on the outsides of buildings, and when they are programmed by a computer, they create the illusion of images on a screen.  The company primarily uses low resolution lights rather than LED lights (due to their high cost), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One commission that R:U undertook in &lt;a href="http://www.potsdamer-platx.net"&gt;Potsdamer Platz&lt;/a&gt; was at the request of a client who wanted their empty office building to become famous in order to attract renters (we actually saw this building on our bus tour on Saturday).  R:U encouraged these clients to use their light screen to display artistic rather than commercial images as this would better distinguish the building from those that already display advertisements.  The client agreed with this idea, and currently has an alternating list of artists’ projects displayed on its lights.  This commission, which was constructed in 2005, is called &lt;a href="http://www.realu.de/spots/"&gt;Spots&lt;/a&gt;, and will be on display through February 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can notice that I have been using the word commission to describe these media screens, but Jan referred to them as installations, thus specifically positing them as art, at least in my opinion.  While I am somewhat familiar with/can understand the concept of light as art, the thought of these media screens as art still seemed like a fairly new and appealing concept.  That’s probably due to the fact that I really like the idea of large scale art in public spaces.  I like this idea because I believe that art should be made accessible to everyone.  I also believe (hope) that the presence of art in public places will be inspiring to the people who see it, as well as make them consider things in new ways.  (Maybe this is a naïve hope, but that’s how I roll.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I think that the projects that R:U is currently undertaking are interesting, one very important issue that must be raised when speaking about media facades is that of where, or when, they will stop.  During our discussion, John raised the question of whether the City of the future will consist of buildings covered entirely with media screens.  I think this is an extremely disturbing vision, and though it is certainly not how I would want cities to look, I have a sneaking suspicion that it could happen, at least in the most commercial districts of major cities.  If this happens, it would also mean that the media screens would most likely no longer display art or anything remotely creative, but rather commercial images.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phenomenon already exists in some of the larger East Asian cities, and while these buildings are not everywhere, I wonder what would happen if these advertisement-screen covered buildings were everywhere.  It just seems to me if this happened, the City would become an ugly and much harsher place, where people were only concerned with commercialism and money, influenced thus by the looming commercial screens surrounding them.  While some people might already consider major cities to be like this, I do not, and am actually quite afraid of dark, futuristic societies such as the one featured in the film &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0083658/"&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/a&gt;.  I hope that the City, as well as creative media screens, don't evolve into that, and that art in public spaces remains intact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116281234346438076?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116281234346438076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116281234346438076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116281234346438076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116281234346438076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/11/building-of-future.html' title='the building of the future?'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116255551027210142</id><published>2006-11-03T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T04:05:10.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich ben ein berliner! (and yes, I know what that means)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/bearflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/bearflag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Berlin flag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived on Wednesday at about 9am in Berlin.  This means that our flight took off at about 7:30am, which means that we left our hotel at 4:30am; yeah, that’s right.  Seeing as that was what happened in the morning, I can hardly be blamed for falling asleep during our Berlin orientation (although I did feel pretty badly afterward.)  The apartments that we are staying in, however, make up for any “hardships” that we encountered en route.  I am sharing one with two other girls, and we have two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a little living room; we finally feel like real people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us watched the movie &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0301357/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye, Lenin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Wednesday night as a sort of informal introduction to Berlin history.  The movie takes place in 1989/90, and traces the struggle of a son to hide the fall of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin_Wall"&gt;Berlin Wall&lt;/a&gt; from his mother who’s recovering from a coma in East Berlin.  I liked this movie a lot, and would recommend it to anyone who wants to watch a good, somewhat sentimental dramedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main difference that I can tell thus far between Berlin and Amsterdam is architectural.  Amst. is obviously a much more cramped city, as well as has all those canals, and Berlin is in the midst of/just coming out of a modern architectural boom.  The streets are extremely wide, many of the apartments look fairly new, there are Mercedes Benzes on many of the blocks down which I have walked, and yet I still get a feeling of the old in this city.  For example, our apartment building, though extremely nice on the inside, looks completely broken down from the outside.  The hallways are reminiscent of old East Europe/East Berlin, with the walls crackling and dark stairwells.  It’s creepy but cool.  Yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116255551027210142?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116255551027210142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116255551027210142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116255551027210142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116255551027210142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/11/ich-ben-ein-berliner-and-yes-i-know.html' title='Ich ben ein berliner! (and yes, I know what that means)'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116212890050298749</id><published>2006-10-29T04:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:29:46.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam on the Diagonal (A Miswalk)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/Amsterdam%20303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/Amsterdam%20303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Hotel Amsterdam from the Amstel canal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday I did our class assignment of going on a "miswalk" of Amsterdam.  A "miswalk" consists of creating a new way to walk and explore the city in an interesting or off-kilter manner.  The goal of this assignment was essentially too get lost in Amsterdam and encounter unexpected things (you know, psychogeography and all that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My miswalk of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; consisted of traveling across the city in a diagonal line of sorts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pattern that I created alternated between walking one block north and one block west.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While this pattern was pretty fun to follow, it was sometimes not very exacting; I was thrown off course several times by canals, dead ends, and the event of walking in squares (this occurred when the block on which I walked curved too far back in the direction from which I had just come).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I began my walk at &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Leidseplein   Square&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; because I figured that its bustling surroundings would provide more interesting things to see than those of the residential neighborhood in which we are staying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After witnessing the crowds, tourists, and neon signs of &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Leidesplein Square&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;, I walked into a more typical, residential neighborhood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most exciting things that I saw in this area were a Yellow Bike tour, and a piece of metal that flew off of another bike that rode past me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After this little residential lull, I approached &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Dam   Square&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;, as well as complete change of setting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The increase in the noise level alone was, to me, the most noticeable change as it signaled an entirely different environment, one filled with people shopping, milling around, and speaking in different languages.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After I had become a bit frustrated by walking around in two successive squares, I entered a narrow shopping alley, and just as I thought I couldn’t handle seeing another loud tourist, I emerged from the alley, and was directly across from Centraal Station.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This was a nice confirmation of my pattern, as I had originally assumed that I would come out somewhere near the Station.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;From Centraal Station, I began to follow the same pattern of walking one block “up” and one block left, this time going south and east.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most interesting/disturbing part of my miswalk occurred during this second half in, where else, the Red Light District.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually had no idea that I was heading directly towards it, but I knew where I was as soon as I reached it by the crowds of people of all ethnicities walking slowly and looking from one sex shop to the next.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first I felt a bit odd walking by myself in this area, but once I realized that there were other women walking around-granted, they were all in groups with other people-I felt comforted in some way by the female presence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As the time for me to make a cube approached, I was still very much in the heart of the Red Light District.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remembered that some people in our program said that you couldn’t take pictures of prostitutes in the District, but I didn’t see any, at least as far as I could tell, so I figured it would be okay to take pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was about to stop at an intersection and make my cube when I noticed a rather shady looking man standing there, watching me.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I kept walking, but did not feel any more comfortable stopping in front of any of the various sex shops to take pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was at this point that I noticed that some of the men I passed were looking at me in a fairly disquieting way; the fact that I was a young female walking alone in the Red Light District set in, and I no longer felt comfortable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As my discomfort with the situation increased, a man came up to me, grabbed my arm, and said something along the lines of, “Hello beautiful miss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can I ask you something?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I immediately pulled my arm away, said “no,” and walked up the block as fast as I could.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t stop until I was several blocks away, and only after I gathered myself did I make my cube.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus, one side of cube number seven of my miswalk features the Red Light District, from a distance (it is the side with neon lights).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After this encounter, the rest of my miswalk will probably seem fairly uneventful, unless you count admiring the beauty of canals and bridges as excitement, which I certainly do!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know how many canals I passed, crossed over, and looked at during my miswalk, but each one seemed unique and noteworthy in some way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think one reason why the canals interest me so much is because each one creates a small division in the city, yet it also feels like the city is united by the presence of the canals, and thus also by these divisions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can also feel the incredible, historical significance of the bridges and canals when you walk across or even see them, and I very much like the idea of being able to walk through and thus access history on a more personal level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The end of my walk occurred at such a point, or at least I felt that it was important because it was a fairly large intersection of two different canals, and presented an amazing view of four different directions one could take to explore &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amsterdam, ik vind je erg aardig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116212890050298749?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116212890050298749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116212890050298749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116212890050298749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116212890050298749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/amsterdam-on-diagonal-misw_116212890050298749.html' title='Amsterdam on the Diagonal (A Miswalk)'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116194387067061014</id><published>2006-10-27T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T03:11:10.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ik zou graag naar de speelzaal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/xolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/xolo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Advert for xolo.tv vlogging program)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOLO!!!  Today we were fortunate enough to have Marc von Woudenberg of &lt;a href="http://xolo.tv"&gt;Xolo.tv&lt;/a&gt;  visit our IES classroom.  I say fortunate enough because the “lecture” (Power Point yet again) was extremely informative, at least to a not very media literate person such as myself.  For those of you that don’t know, Xolo.tv is a company that creates video blogs, or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vlog"&gt;vlogs&lt;/a&gt;, for various businesses, including Coca Cola and BMW, amongst others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time that I got a clear understanding of what video blogging actually means, and also of the potential that it has.  Vlogging allows anyone to make a video and post it to the internet, or to a specific streaming source.  Videos that appear in vlogs, however, are different than videos that would appear on say &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;, for example, because they are presented in the form of one person or a small group of people in front of the camera, talking about different subjects.  Similar to blogging, vlogging is also sort of like an online diary that other people can access.  Some people (or vloggers) make vlogs simply for fun, while others are incredibly serious about theirs and make them for informative purposes.  There are, of course, vloggers who mix the two extremes, and they seem to be the most successful.  I think this is due to the fact that the information they present is made more accessible, and thus more enjoyable to watch, through humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently vlogging can be quite a controversial issue as some people in our group got into a fairly heated debate with Marc over the present state and future possibilities of vlogging.  John offered some criticism of the current state by mentioning how as soon as people got wind of this vlogging trend, they made vlogs about funny or ridiculous things, instead of about serious matters that could impact or at least inform the world.  John eventually added that though he is completely for alternative forms of media, and also for humorous outlets, he wonders why vlogging can’t be done in a more mature manner.  &lt;a href="http://www.teagblog.blogspot.com"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; offered an excellent metaphor in response to this inquiry: she said that if we think of the internet, and specifically the new vlogging medium, as a child, this is its early, immature stage, and it will be a number of years before it reaches a more adult state.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A concern of mine with the whole vlogging (r)evolution is that the different sections of society who don’t have/can’t afford computers or other media consuls in their homes, or even in a more public place, will be excluded from the movement.  And if all of our media sources shift more or less to the internet, will these sections of society be missing out, once again, on being informed citizens?  Our class also discussed the issue of media literacy, and how children in the US public schools system aren’t receiving any sort of instruction in how to create, digest, and especially analyze the images with which they are presented, in both new and old media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bothered me greatly, as I see &lt;a href="http://www.medialit.org"&gt;media literacy&lt;/a&gt;, as well as the ability to distinguish between what is real and what is exaggerated, as yet another way that the increasingly large gap between those who are privileged and those who are not will grow.  Disturbing.  I simply hope that my concerns will be proven wrong, and that the internet (r)evolution will continue to be a bottom-up process.  However, seeing as corporations are beginning to jump on the vlogging bandwagon and make vlogs that appear to be grassroots in nature, I am a bit hesitant with this hope, especially if people already have difficulty in differentiating between what is real and what is exaggerated in the media.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116194387067061014?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116194387067061014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116194387067061014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116194387067061014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116194387067061014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/ik-zou-graag-naar-de-speelzaal.html' title='Ik zou graag naar de speelzaal.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116188713966539688</id><published>2006-10-26T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:39:32.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mag ik een stukje film van U nemen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/Amsterdam%20184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/Amsterdam%20184.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Us at the Waag Society.  Fleur, far left, and Sam, in the fun sweater, are the Society directors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In my humble opinion, today’s group adventure was probably the most enjoyable excursion that we’ve had so far.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.waag.org"&gt;Waag Society&lt;/a&gt;, which is a center for Netherlandish art, culture, media development, and research.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Waag organizes educational events, deals with artists’ rights, makes interactive media programs for disabled and illiterate people, and builds furniture through which media can be presented (such as a round table with simple interfaces for the elderly to feel comfortable accessing). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We met with the two directors of the Society, Sam and Fleur, in their castle-like structure in the center of &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Waag Square&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They gave us a run down of the history of the building, and it is a very important site.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the rooms is apparently where doctors performed anatomical dissections during the&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dutch_Golden_Age_painting"&gt;Dutch Golden Age&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;, and is also where &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rembrandt_Harmenszoon_van_Rijn"&gt;Rembrandt&lt;/a&gt;, one of the greatest Dutch painters, made sketches for his famous &lt;a href="http://www.wga.hu/html/r/rembran/painting/group/anatomy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Anatomy Lecture of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; painting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After learning, in detail, what the Waag Society does (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is big on Power Point presentations), and at the insistence of the Society directors, each of us students presented our final projects to the group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was a hold your breath sort of moment, as some of us are a bit nervous about/don’t have a lot of professional confidence in our projects yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I, however, thought that the projects all sounded really interesting, some even quite innovative, and I am looking forward to seeing them executed in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berlin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before we broke for lunch, John announced that upon our return we would be making mini-projects inspired by our visit to the Waag Society as a sort of thank you/fun thing to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, we ended up taking over this incredibly old and historically significant building in order to make-what else?- New Media!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The group that I was in became extremely familiar with the &lt;i style=""&gt;Anatomy Lecture&lt;/i&gt; mentioned before, as we made a &lt;i style=""&gt;tableau vivant&lt;/i&gt; inspired by it, new media style.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of having a corpse as the subject of the dissection, we used a computer: we opened its circuit box and placed some of the wires and cords on the table to mirror human innards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had 8 people pose in the photograph, which is the same number of people in the painting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To lend real credibility to our photograph, we had John pose as the authoritative “doctor;” he held a pair of pliers and some circuits in his hand to imitate the dissection of the corpse’s arm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This project was really fun, not only because we got to stand in ridiculous poses and make each other laugh while trying to remain stoic, but also because it provided us with an opportunity to become pretty familiar with the details of the painting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through this newfound familiarity, we discovered that none of the subjects in the painting are actually looking at the corpse; they are all staring off into different directions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tried to determine why Rembrandt might have painted the scene in this manner, and the best answer that we came up with was that the dissection was too gruesome to look at directly, especially from a close distance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think this is a pretty accurate deduction, but I also wonder if the indirect gazes don’t have something to do with creating a study of 8 separate facial expressions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also wonder if the goal of the painting has something to do with debunking the (likely) automatic assumption of the viewer that the 8 subjects are looking at the corpse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That would be a neat little subversive trick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh Rembrandt, what was your genius self thinking?&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116188713966539688?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116188713966539688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116188713966539688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116188713966539688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116188713966539688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/mag-ik-een-stukje-film-van-u-nemen.html' title='Mag ik een stukje film van U nemen?'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116137673946328249</id><published>2006-10-20T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:38:59.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iets maakt een knarsend geluid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/Amsterdam%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/Amsterdam%20057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Jacob Vossestein, Dutch cultural expert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning we had a “lecture” (Power Point presentation) on Dutch culture and the Dutch character by &lt;a href="http://www.jacobvossestein.nl"&gt;Jacob Vossestein&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mr. V usually gives these lectures to business people from abroad who are going to work with Dutch people/companies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The presentation consisted of segments such as history, geography, work ethic, politics, tolerance (and the recent intolerance toward Islam), drug usage, and family structure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The overall picture that Mr. V painted of the Dutch was that they are very direct, love discussions and asserting that their opinions are correct, believe in doing things for themselves, and don’t believe in being overly polite.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Comparisons between Dutch and American cultures inevitably sprang up, and this led to a rather interesting discussion. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Apparently Americans have a "can do" attitude that the Dutch would rather do away with altogether.  For example, instead of offering encouragement to complete a task, they offer “constructive criticism” in order to ensure that it’s done correctly the next time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think this illustrates well what Mr. V was trying to emphasize as the main difference between the two cultures: the Dutch don’t believe in wasting time making pleasantries with people that they don’t know, while Americans usually try to be polite to the random people they encounter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One reason Mr. V gave for this difference is that in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Netherlands&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, workers are paid better than in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and thus they don’t receive tips, and thus they don’t &lt;i style=""&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to be polite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, while this might explain why retail/restaurant workers are overly friendly in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, it doesn’t explain why Americans in general are usually polite (I guess I should also state that “polite” is a relative term, and that not everyone in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is polite; believe me).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;This discussion got a little awkward when the question of how can one make assertions about an entire people based upon assumptions, generalizations, and stereotypes was raised.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mr. V was quick to point out that some stereotypes are in fact true, or are at least based on some sort of reality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that the issue of assertion based on assumption is an extremely slippery slope to navigate, and I’m sure that anthropologists struggle with it all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I realize that such assertions are necessary to gain at least some sort of insight on a culture/people, and that oftentimes they are fairly accurate reflections of the culture, I am still apprehensive about broad, sweeping generalizations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe this is naive, but I don’t like to group people of one country/region into one large lump.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder: if each person is an individual, how are generalizations possible?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This discussion was quite the informative experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only did I learn about Dutch culture, but I also heard firsthand about the Western European opinion of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And since the Dutch are such a direct people (...), Mr. V was very clear in his sentiments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first, I felt that Mr. V was a bit abrasive, but after a while I realized that it’s better to know these opinions than to ignore them.  Especially as the decisions that the US makes have an effect that reverberates around the world (according to Mr. V).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116137673946328249?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116137673946328249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116137673946328249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116137673946328249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116137673946328249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/iets-maakt-een-knarsend-geluid.html' title='iets maakt een knarsend geluid!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116130004914987997</id><published>2006-10-19T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:37:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goeden Morgen Amsterdam!  Ik ben student.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/Amsterdam%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/Amsterdam%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Bicycle Mark and our group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as we just arrived in Amsterdam yesterday, there haven't been any New Media related events yet.  So, I'll relate some of the "things I did today." This morning we had an orientation with our IES contacts, and our classroom is in a building that is actually a part of the Social Sciences and Humaninties building of the University of Amsterdam.  It's kind of a long trek to get there, but Mark, our IES coordinator came to "pick us up" and show us the way.  I'm hoping that after we make the trip there several times, it won't seem as bad.  Not that it's bad now because Amsterdam is such a beautiful city.  Even with the cloudy and chilly weather this morning, we were still in awe of the city and its numerous canals, bridges, and bicyclers.  The bikes are definitly something to watch for though; I feel as if they are more dangerous than cars because the drivers here actually slow down when they approach you in the street.  The bikes, like the cars in London, simply drive through where you're standing.  Another possible traffic hasard to watch for are the trams.  We took one to Central Station this morning, and though they swerve quite a bit, they are nice because you get to be above ground and actually see the city as you travel.  It's a nice change from being in the dark underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt;onight we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.het-muziektheater.nl/"&gt;Muziektheater&lt;/a&gt; to see the National Ballet's production of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;.  Before the ballet, though, members of the company performed 2 differernt modern/ballet pieces that were quite beautiful.  Also beautiful is the way in which Amsterdam's canals and bridges are lit at night, with what look like large Christmas bulbs.  (I have been in a Christmas-y mood since September, and couldn't help thinking how quaint it must be here during that time of year.)  Tomorrow we have a lecture on the Dutch culture/character, so that should be interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116130004914987997?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116130004914987997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116130004914987997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116130004914987997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116130004914987997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/goeden-morgen-amsterdam-ik-ben-student.html' title='Goeden Morgen Amsterdam!  Ik ben student.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116112903724270965</id><published>2006-10-17T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:23:03.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, i'm pretentious</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or is there a rule stating that all contemporary art has to be highly conceptual, at least somewhat disturbing, and slightly inaccessible to the general public?  After visiting the &lt;a href="http://wwww.haywardgallery.org.uk/"&gt; Hayward Gallery&lt;/a&gt; and following a tour by one of its critics/artists/fellows, it seems to me that that is a reasonable conclusion.  Toward the end of the tour, the guide showed us a fairly impressive chandellier, but said that he wasn't sure if the artist was a major new voice beacuase he makes pretty things.  He went on to say that most girls who visit the Gallery like this artists' chandelliers because they are pretty, and they don't have a complicated message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this statement to be a bit disturbing for two reasons.  The first was becuase it felt as if the tour guide was completely writing off any contemporary art that was in the least bit aesthetically pleasing, as if he finds it too simplistic and popular to be of any value.  The second reason was that he said this statement so nonchalantly that, as a girl, I felt a bit offended.  It was like, oh, silly girls like pretty things and don't care if they mean anything or not.  I feel that if people visit Hayward in the first place they are most likely trying to expose themselves to a type of art with which they are not too familiar.  And while yes, some people may initially gravitate toward a style that they already know they like, I would think that most people who visit Hayward know it's a contemporary gallery and will wander around, trying to understand the art that they are seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that this visit was not what I expected it to be was also a bit upsetting because the gallery itself is an admirable space.  It is funded in part by the government, which means that it purchases significant contemporary pieces with the intention that they will be fairly accessible to the general public.  The Hayward also doesn't have a permanant collection, which means that the featured pieces change on a regular basis.  I feel that this would provide Londoners with the unique opportunity to see a wide range of art each time they go to the gallery.  There was even a table by the exit where you could fill out a comment card.  I filled one out about a piece of what I call text art (a large banner with text about changing the world written on it).  In conclusion, I feel that if someone who's not completely crazy about contemporary art like myself is able to find some way to relate to it, people like our tour guide can be a bit more open to why different people like different types of art.  Different strokes for different folks, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116112903724270965?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116112903724270965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116112903724270965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116112903724270965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116112903724270965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-im-pretentious.html' title='hello, i&apos;m pretentious'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116086164731621114</id><published>2006-10-14T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:20:39.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TATE-r tots are delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/London%20356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/London%20356.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Entry to the Tate Britain.  The blurry part says TATE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London surprised me this afternoon in a pleasant way.  Let's just say that I wasn't having the best morning, and I was tempted to stay around ISH and sulk, but I didn't. I ventured out into the wide world and was rewarded with the best possible place I could've gone: the &lt;a href="http://%3Cspan" size=""&gt;&lt;span class="a="&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;tate&lt;/b&gt;.org.uk/&lt;b&gt;britain&lt;/b&gt;/"&gt;Tate Britain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The TB is a (free!) museum that exclusively features British art.  It is divided into two main sections: one highlighting art from 1500-1900, and one dedicated to art after 1900.  I expored the first section today (I like to do things chronologically), and took as much time as was necessary to examine the pieces and read the curiatorial paragraphs in an attempt to gain a real understanding of the differnt stages of British art.  The museum traces the evolution of British art, dividing the rooms by styles: portraiture, landscape, Romanticism, Orientalism, the Pre-raphialites, and Victorian spectacle.  There were also special rooms exhibiting works of John Constable an&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;d John Singer Sargent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/john_singer_sargent"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, amongst others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TB was an ideal place for me to go today because it has a lot of beautiful art.  It's just that simple.  Except it's not simple because a lot of the styles shown at the Tate are intricate and exaggerated and sumptuous.  They just happen to be aesthetically pleasing on top of all of that.  And personally, if I'm going to spend a couple of hours looking at art, I'd prefer it to be at least slightly aesthetically pleasing.  I think I was also so taken with the pieces at the TB because they are sort of a big change from a lot of the art that we've been looking at lately; I mean, portraiture is about as far from contemporary as you can get.  Although, these styles were techinically contemporary at one point, and some of them were even controvertial.  So I guess that demonstrates how it's not just our generation that's pushing boundries; it has happened in the past, is obviously happening now, and will continue on, I'm sure.  I just wonder what the future of (pleasant) aesthetics will include.  The present state of art (no offense intended) inspires me to pose the question, are aesthetics dying out?  I hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116086164731621114?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116086164731621114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116086164731621114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116086164731621114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116086164731621114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/tate-r-tots-are-delicious.html' title='TATE-r tots are delicious'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116069743809350360</id><published>2006-10-12T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:07:28.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frieze, mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/London%20291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/London%20291.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;("Text art" at the Frieze.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we had the jolly good luck to go to the&lt;a href="http://www.friezeartfair.com"&gt; Frieze Art Fair&lt;/a&gt; in Regents Park.  The Frieze is the most reknown contemporary art fair in the world, this year showcasing 150 international galleries, as well as.  Interestingly enough, we saw several of the galleries we'd seen in Chelsea in Manhattan represented at the Fair.  We were originally planning on attending the fair yesterday, but as it was VIP/Press Day and we are not technically press, we got turned away.  Some people did, however, see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000629/"&gt;Claudia Schiffer&lt;/a&gt;; I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that we tried to get in on press day is that we are producing an hour long program for &lt;a href="http://www.resonancefm.com/"&gt;Resonance FM&lt;/a&gt;, the first London-based art radio station.  We signed up in small groups or individually to produce various audio segments for the program, ranging from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vox_pop"&gt;vox pops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vox_populi%3Cspan" style=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, to interviews, to narratives, to reviews.  I am working on the last category, reviews.  &lt;a href="http://mimbulusblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julia&lt;/a&gt; and I are attempting to make a 5 minute review of the Fair.  I said "attempting" not because we are struggling with the production, but, on the contrary, because we had such a great time making the audio recording that we have a lot of really funny material to sift through.  So now we are just editing it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In essence, our review introduces the Fair, then focuses in on what we have deemed "text art."  TA, as we've defined it, is art that is mostly, if not entirely, made of text.  We were inspired to talk about this genre after seeing "Diagonal Nude" by &lt;a href="http://www.the-artists.org/ArtistView.cfm?id=EA8E07A7-40F0-4157-AF782729B6AEB9C1"&gt;Fiona Banner&lt;/a&gt;.  This piece is essentially an enormous canvas with handwriting scrawled on it.  At first I wasn't too impressed by it, but after reading the text I realized that it was a description of the image that a painting or drawing could be.  It describes a woman, and the position of her nude body within the frame.  This was interesting because although I was simply reading text, I saw an actual image.  This, however, lead us to question whether the two varieties of TA are actually art since they consist primarily of words (the first variety is just words, the second contains words and some images mixed in).  I think it depends on what the piece does for you individually, and that your reaction determines whether it is art.  I feel that although "Diagonal Nude" is just words, it created an image in my mind, and that, for me, was an artistic experience.  Some of the other TA that we saw, however, did not inspire any images in my mind's eye, and thus I did not feel that I could classify them as art.  I guess that is extremely subjective, but if I've learned anything today, it's that contemporary art is extremely subjective.  I mean, obviously most people could create some of the "pieces" that appear in galleries nowadays, so it's got to be.  I don't mean to sound old fashioned by saying "nowadays," but I do rather enjoy aesthetically pleasing works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, aesthetics.  They raise an entirely new issue, one that I am not sure I should get into...but what the hey.  Is it just me, or is art just not pretty anymore?  Is it just me, or are other people somewhat disturbed by this?  Or if not disturbed, at least a bit perturbed.  So, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contemporary_art"&gt;contemporary art&lt;/a&gt;, at least as I understand it, is in large part motivated to challenge the notion of art as an aesthetically pleasing medium.  Incase you're wondering where I got this theory, it's pretty much apparent after one venture into a con. gallery or musuem.  As we have done a lot of this, I feel like I have a lot of examples.  Anyway, while I understand and condone the idea of pushing the limits of what people consider to be "art" or "beautiful," I still don't necessarily understand how some things are considered to be art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today some people also saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0914612/"&gt;Emma Watson&lt;/a&gt; at the Fest; I, however, did not.  Boo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116069743809350360?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116069743809350360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116069743809350360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116069743809350360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116069743809350360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/frieze-mothers.html' title='Frieze, mothers'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116051261758328019</id><published>2006-10-10T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T13:37:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See Mee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/London%20240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/London%20240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The CCTV control room in East Ham.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the "best" &lt;a href="http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Closed-circuit_television"&gt;CCTV&lt;/a&gt; station in London to see what the current state of British security is like.  CCTV stands for Closed Circuit Television, and it is essentially a network of security cameras placed in various locations in each of the 30-odd bouroughs of London.  We went to the station located in East Ham, and I feel that it was the perfect day to do this type of thing; the weather was cloudy and rainy, and thus perfect for some good government conspiracy theorizing.  The station is located in a sort of bland, almost rundown building, and once we were buzzed in we had to pass through a narrow hallway and a seemingly endless series of green doors until we reached a reception room.  We then divided into two groups to see the control room, and I thought it was kind of surprising that we were allowed to take photos inside of it, so long as we didn't "zoom in on the monitors."  I think I actually found this to be the most problematic part of the entire tour; if this is such an incredibly secure room, and the monitoring that the employees do there is so important, why are outsiders with no security qualifications allowed to take photos?  We could've easily zoomed in on anything that we wanted.  It seems an odd sort of irony that we were watching people, but almost weren't supposed to acknowledge that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the first group to tour the control room, and as soon as we entered it I felt some tension between certain people in the group and the two station managers that led the tour.  The tension stemmed mostly from the fact that the managers made statements that  sounded as if they were completely certain that what they were doing was for the greater good, and that there was no questioning it.  However, there were definitely some people in our group of liberal Liberal Arts students that questioned it; needless to say, there were some interesting exchanges.  There was also a female control room employee watching monitors right in front of us, and when asked whether or not she liked the cameras, she said that although it is a bit creepy to know that people can basically watch your every move on camera, she is glad that they exist for security reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take:&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I found a bit suspicous about the whole visit was that when someone posed the question of whether or not the cables that stream the camera feed to the station have ever been tampered with or hacked, the two managers answered "no" in exactly the same tone of voice at exactly the same moment.  This led me to wonder, why did that response sound rehearsed?  That, however, was about as conspiracy theory-ed as I got.  I personally don't see what the big deal is if there are cameras around the city.  Yes, I understand that a lot of people feel that this is an invasion of privacy, but I don't have anything to hide at the moment, and if cameras mean that the streets will be more secure, then I don't really have a problem with them.  If (and I suppose when) this technology is used by the government or anyone to enforce rules that don't support the freedoms that we currently enjoy, then I will have a problem with it.  I feel like this visit exposed me to the fact that we are much closer to a &lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/orwell/1984/"&gt;1984&lt;/a&gt; -like society than I would have thought.  I did find kind of disturbing the fact that, on average, one can appear on camera about 300 times a day in central London.  It's very bizarre to think that I could be photographed that many times a day, especially when I am just a visitor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One concern of mine, though, is what are the implications of simply using cameras to catch criminals instead of creating preventitive programs, legislation, etc., to try to curb crime in the first place?  If lots of money, time, and effort are put into catching criminals instead of preventing "criminal" behavior, then I don't think that crime will ever actually decrease; it seems like it will just continue at its current and alarming rate.  Not that I believe that crime would necessarily decrease on a large scale even with preventitive measures (that would take a worldwide revolution, and I don't think that will occur, barring some sort of universal catastrophe), but maybe some small scale changes would occur.  Because while the CCTV station managers said that crime decreases when a new camera is installed, they also said that when this happens, crime in another area goes up because the criminals simply shift their location.  And apparently this shift is not even permanent because the managers also said that surveiled areas sometimes return to their previous levels of criminal activity.  So, are the cameras even effective?  Please, ponder with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116051261758328019?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116051261758328019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116051261758328019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116051261758328019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116051261758328019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/see-mee_10.html' title='See Mee'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116043599851344341</id><published>2006-10-09T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:19:58.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Audio Do Da Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/London%20189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/London%20189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Karina, Terin, Julia, and Alissa making music.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had quite the audio experience.  We had a Bent Music session in our classroom at Birkbeck College.  A man named Ben came in and talked to us about his love of distorted/hacked music.  He did much more than talk, however, as he demonstrated his own sound projects and then allowed us to take toys apart to create our own sounds.  The concept of distorted/hacked music is basically the process of taking apart toys, guitar petals, stereos, or anything that can make sound,  and manipulating their circuit borads in order to create a new and interesting mixture of sounds.  We watched Ben play and create "music" with a Furby's circuit board, and then watched him attach the circuit board to another toy's board to mix and project the sounds.  While it is an interesting concept, Ben seemed more excited than I felt about the screeching sounds being music.  But hey, as long as he was passionate about it and teaching others how to do interesting things with audio, good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scepticism of the session was put aside, however, when we actually got to make sounds ourselves.  Simply taking apart the toys was fun enough because that's something that I could never do as a child.  And as if that wasn't enough, we got to scratch and bend the circuit boards to make the sounds screech, warble, mute, etc.  I took apart a toy phone, and though it's circuit board didn't really produce any spectacular results, it was still fun to play with.  Eventually, people began hooking their toys together to mix the differnt sounds, and then we created stereos to project the hideous sounds even louder.  I wonder if we disturbed anyone in the building; there was definitly a class next to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing in the vein of our audio day, and in preparation for the radio show we will be creating on Thursday, we had an audio workshop.  I am glad to say that 16 people showed up and were able to fit into the room that 5 of us girls are sharing (it's very tight quarters, but we are managing well).  We basically learned about different types of mics and where to hold them, and listened to/looked at several examples that &lt;a href="http://www.iffallingupwards.com"&gt;Terin&lt;/a&gt; (our audio guru) made/projected on our wall as examples of good and bad interviews.  So, I am looking forward to creating a little talk show segment about the &lt;a href="http://www.friezeartfair.com/"&gt;Frieze Art Fair&lt;/a&gt; with Julia.  We'll see how that actually goes...Yea for new mediums!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116043599851344341?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116043599851344341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116043599851344341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116043599851344341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116043599851344341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/audio-do-da-day.html' title='An Audio Do Da Day'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116035080658067835</id><published>2006-10-08T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:40:06.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Discoveries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/New%20York%20192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/New%20York%20192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Photo of street art in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a weekend of working, if I do say so myself.  Although, compared to the kids that spend all night every night working, I've probably not accomplished an incredibly impressive amount.  But I am not here to compare myself to them; I can only do what I can do, and that does not include staying up till 3am!  Anyways, this weekend I worked on my blog and my photos.  Today has been especially eye-opening, as I made a banner for my blog in &lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/products/photoshop/"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/a&gt;, thanks to Rachel's help (yeah Rachel!  you should check out her awesome &lt;a href="http://www.teagblog.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;).  It was the first time that I used Photoshop, but it really reminded me of a graphics program that I used a bit in elementary school.  I was kind of like, what's the big deal?  But I suppose there are lots of complicated things that one could do with it that I have not even begun to imagine.  It does sort of seem like whenever there's a picture in print or on the internet nowadays people discuss whether it's been "Photoshoped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel kind of conflicted about the whole Photoshop issue.  On the one hand, it is incredibly useful for people who want to create graphics, or make very specific adjustments to photographs.  On the other hand, it raises an important polemic: should everyone who makes "art" in Photoshop be considered an artist?  Does Photoshop degrade art by making its production available to everyone?  Or should it be praised for    making something that's somewhat exclusive, inclusive?  I don't have the answer to these questions, and I certainly don't have enough experience with creating art to attempt to answer.  But I will anyway: I think that if someone actually puts the time, effort, and most importantly, passion into their Photoshop work, then isn't that as much art as anything else?  If not, is holding a tool such as a pencil or paintbrush the key to creating art?  If this were true, then this New Media Roadtrip would be based on something false, and I do not believe that it is.  We absolutely have reason to be on this program, and I am not just saying that because we get to travel to amazing places; I am saying it because art is moving into the technological future, just as everything else is.   Due to this move, art will likely become something that more people can or are willing to create.  We already see this in all the independent cinema and music that exists, and it can also be seen in the most cutting edge galleries and museums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that, small and unprofessional as it is, I am proud of my banner.  It was a new venture for me, and the fact that it turned out pretty well was very exciting for me.  I think it's important to keep in mind that there are lots of people (like me) who are not extremely tech savvy, but would like to learn how to create New Media.  Therefore, little achievements for them are actually big, and shouldn't they thus have the right to feel good about their creations?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116035080658067835?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116035080658067835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116035080658067835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116035080658067835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116035080658067835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-discoveries.html' title='New Discoveries'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116034642103462103</id><published>2006-10-08T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:27:01.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minimalsim</title><content type='html'>This is minimalism at its best.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116034642103462103?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116034642103462103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116034642103462103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116034642103462103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116034642103462103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/minimalsim.html' title='Minimalsim'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116026069996567414</id><published>2006-10-07T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T15:55:55.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/London%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/London%20097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Artifacts from the East Asian section of the British Museum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went back to the &lt;a href="http://www.thebritishmuseum.ac.uk/"&gt;British Museum&lt;/a&gt;, and afterward I couldn't help but compare it to the &lt;a href="http://www.ica.org.uk/"&gt; Institute for Contemporary Art&lt;/a&gt;, which we visited on Thursday. The first and most immediate difference between the two spaces is that the British Museum is exactly that, a museum, and the Institite is a gallery/arts center. Museums seem to cater more to the average person (and often family) that wishes to see historical art/artifacts and learn a little something. Galleries, on the other hand, feel quite different; at least to me. They are much more exclusive, not so much in that they will turn you away outright, but in that they promote a very elite idea of what art is and who should own it. This message is conveyed by modern gallery design, which seems to always be utterly white and almost painfully minimalistic, and by the price of the art itself. I honestly don't know anyone who could afford to purchase gallery pieces on a regular basis, even though I do know that such people exist.  (Perhaps I am thinking more of the &lt;a href="http://www.westchelseaarts.com"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/a&gt; gallery scene in Manhattan because we were just there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to criticize galleries or the people that buy art from them, but I am of the mind that art is something that should be accessible to anyone who wants to see it. This is why I am completely smitten by and continually return to places like the British Museum, the Tate Modern, the Chicago Institute of Arts, the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, etc. I love the fact that you can see so many different types of people at these institutions, all wanting to see (and hopefully learn) something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galleries are, however, probably the best place to go to see the most contemporary art that exists, as new exhibitions come out on a monthly basis. Obviously, both spaces have their merits, and it is interesting to continually go between them during this program. Both types of institutions provide all of us with the opportunity to explore the past and see into the future through the cutting edge art that is being produced everyday. I think that between museums and galleries, I am having quite the art experience on this trip, which is fantasic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116026069996567414?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116026069996567414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116026069996567414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116026069996567414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116026069996567414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/tale-of-two-spaces.html' title='A Tale of Two Spaces'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-116008377301693472</id><published>2006-10-05T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:29:33.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/London%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/London%20057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Globe Theatre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, safe and sound in London. This has certainly been an interesting, exhausing several days. But, that is the whirlwind nature of our program. We are staying in another place called International Student's House, but it is of a far lesser quality than the one in New York. Yesterday we went to the Globe Theatre and saw Shakespeare's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Comedy of Errors.&lt;/span&gt; It was a very funny production, and it was pretty cool that the theatre is an open air one. I was just happy that we were sitting down and not in the standing room only section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first New Media activities were today, and the more intersting of the two was our visit to John Wyver and his &lt;a href="http://www.illumin.co.uk/"&gt;Illuminations&lt;/a&gt; television production studio.  Wyver has worked with Illuminations for almost 25 years, and recently won an international Emmy (which is incredibly impressive).  Illuminations produces art and avant-garde related programming for British Public Television.  And as it turns out, John Schott and John Wyver have known each other since both were producers of arts programs in the 1980s.  (I must admit that John Schott has the most amazing contacts, and they seem to be everywhere.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our session with Wyver, we discussed the differences between British and American public television, and how the British actually have an allotted amount in their television budget for arts programming, unlike in the US.  It's sad to think that arts programming receives the shaft in the US, especially when it is innovative and interesting like the programs that Illuminations creates.  As an example, they won the Emmy for their televised production of the opera &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gloriana&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was an innovative production because it mixed footage of the actual opera with behind the scenes footage of the lead actress preparing for her role; all of this to establish both the main character and the actress that portrays her as the center of their respective realms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-116008377301693472?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/116008377301693472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=116008377301693472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116008377301693472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/116008377301693472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/london-calling.html' title='London Calling'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115980802513920372</id><published>2006-10-02T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:53:45.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Robot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/New%20York%20624.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/New%20York%20624.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Kokoro and Einstein at NextFest)&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; This past weekend was no exception to our habitual festival visits.  On Saturday, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.nextfest.net"&gt; Wired NextFest&lt;/a&gt;, which is an annual convention that displays gadgets and technologies that lead right into the future. There were many impressive, innovative, and just plain funny inventions, but (as usual) I would like to address a somewhat serious issue and discuss the area of the convention designated as Robot Row. Maybe I am simply paranoid, but I can't help thinking of such movies as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I, Robot&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/span&gt; when viewing these new robotic technologies. I feel like saying, haven't we learned anything from the movies? Yes, I will acknowledge the fact that movies are not the best source of truthful information, but I found it somewhat alarming that the NextFest guide itself states, "Sure, robots will one day be our masters."  ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel that a very serious issue with robots is how some are created as gender specific. There were many female robots at NextFest, and though they are inanimate objects, each still displayed the stereotypical, idealistic, female characteristics of large breasts and tiny waists, and many of them were created to perform servile functions. The most disturbing of these robots, in my opinion, was one named Kokoro. This was by far the most advanced robot I've ever seen; I didn't even know that robots of this caliber existed.  Kokoro is an Actroid, which means that she was designed to perform various functions in different situations.  She could be a receptionist, a nanny, or perform any sort of meet and greet duties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main concern with Kokoro is that her features and gestures are extremely humanistic, to the point that I worry whether she could actually replace a human.  More specifically, that she could replace a woman.  I feel that this concern is actually grounded in some form of reality due to the fact that when I was looking at the display of Kokoro, it didn't take too long before some men behind me began to make sexist remarks, which almost (and sadly) seem apparently inevitable when looking at an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;object&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that has obviously been extremely feminised.  They said something in the vein of Kokoro being able to do everything a real woman could without causing any of the difficulties that real women do.  Aside from being incredibly offended, it also made me wonder what kind of problems that robots such as Kokoro will create in the future.  (Lest we not forget  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the "pleasure robots"of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/span&gt;.)  More alarming, though, is the thought that perhaps some people would prefer an object to a real woman because the robot would have no choice but to follow orders.   What does this mean for women in the future, and for humanity in general?  I don't mean to call doomsday here, but I do think that this is an extremely important issue that needs to be addressed in conjunction with the evoution of technology; one should not advance without the other.  I just don't want the importance of real people to be forgotten amidst the excitement of new techonlogies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115980802513920372?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115980802513920372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115980802513920372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115980802513920372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115980802513920372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-robot.html' title='You, Robot?'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115975543083307186</id><published>2006-10-01T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T19:17:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMA, man</title><content type='html'>(Detail of a Jackson Pollock painting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/New%20York%20691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/New%20York%20691.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase you don't know what MOMA stands for, it's the &lt;a href="http://www.moma.org"&gt;Museum of Modern Art&lt;/a&gt;, a very famous and well respected museum, which I visited yesterday for the first time.  The museum is full of very important (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starry Night&lt;/span&gt; by Van Gogh) and genre defining pieces (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Les Demoiselles d'Avignon&lt;/span&gt; by Picasso), but I would like to briefly discuss the viewing of paint itself.  It is a process that I find fascinating.  One of my favorite things to do in a museum is to look at a painting from the average distance, and to then get extremely close to it-so close that it makes the security guards inch closer to me in anxiety-in order to examine the textures and application patterns of the paint. I don't do this with the intension of making anyone angry with me for either endangering the painting or blocking their view; I do it because it helps me relate to the piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look closely at a painting , it almost feels as if I am in the studio with the artist at the time of the painting's creation; it somehow puts the piece in the present tense.  Seeing the actual texture of the paint invokes the image of brushstrokes in motion, which invokes the image of the artist at work.  And thinking of the artist makes the experience more personal, as I know that it was a human being who perhaps has some of the same emotions and concerns that I have that made the piece.  It brings art from the realm of the obscure to one that is intimate and understandable.  This all combines to make the museum experience one that is highly meaningful to and enjoyable for me.  I hope this makes you excited to go to a museum or gallery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115975543083307186?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115975543083307186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115975543083307186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115975543083307186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115975543083307186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/moma-man.html' title='MOMA, man'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115975225520800412</id><published>2006-10-01T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:24:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts and Lasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/New%20York%20705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/New%20York%20705.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Our props on the table in Central Park.  Notice the New York-esque Diet Coke with straw.  Joe, Jeremy, Caitlin, and Kristen in the background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we are, the last full day in New York City. Despite how I thought I might feel, or even how I felt after first arriving, I am actually sad to be leaving so soon. These 3 weeks have been more than amazing; possibly due to the fact that this was my first visit to NYC, to our awesome experiences with art and media, to the people I'm meeting on this program, or to any combination therein. Whatever it is, I can say with certainty that I will always remember this first city on our roadtrip with a smile on my face and a flutter of my heart. (I would just like to point out for those of you who don't know me personally that I am being completely sincere.)  I think the thing that I like most about NYC is that it is just so alive; there are people everywhere, each one trying to make their way and live in the best way they know how.  I am trying to picture myself in this city, and it seems to me that it would fit my artsy, active sensibilities.  There is, however, the issue of money to think about...Networking anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another first on this last day was that I "acted" on camera for some friends' project. Rachel, Jeremy, and Julian are making a short fictional movie about spies, technology, and trans-city adventures, and I played a friend of the main character. It was pretty fun to do sound checks and mess with mics and seating arrangements, especially as this all took place in Central Park, specifically the Children's Zoo. We also used several props, including the ultra chic sun glasses I bought the first week here (I was supposed to look like a New Yorker with attitude; yes, funny).  We ran the scene 4 times, with semi-scripted, semi-improvisational dialogue.  It wasn't as embarrassing as I was scared it might be, and I will admit that my dreams of Hollywood glory were rekindled a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115975225520800412?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115975225520800412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115975225520800412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115975225520800412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115975225520800412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/10/firsts-and-lasts.html' title='Firsts and Lasts'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115954666650387060</id><published>2006-09-29T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T17:31:35.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Artsy Week</title><content type='html'>Though we have done many different things so far this week, they have centered mostly around the arts, which has been amazing, as my main interests in this program rest with art and film. On Tuesday afternoon we were dispersed in the gallery district that is Chelsea. There are literally galleries on each side of the street, each as white-walled and minimalistic as the last, sometimes even more so than the last. My favorite (conceptual) piece from the galleries would have to be Yoko Ono's OnoCord, which consists of flashing a flashlight in a one-two-three pattern to represent the phrase "I love you." The accompanying video included her on stage at a concert, flashing her light at the crowd, who happily flashed the pattern back at her. I think Ono's exuberance at her own genius and simple idea was partly the reason for my captured interest, but I also just like the idea; I mean, if we were all a bit kinder to each other, the world would most likely be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.movingimage.us"&gt;Museum of the Moving Image&lt;/a&gt; in Queens. This was our first outing to Queens, and we were pretty amazed at the difference in the buildings; they were much shorter and the sidewalks were wider. The Museum itself was an interesting visit. It has all sorts of film, television, and video game artifacts, such as very old camers, film props, original video game consoles, etc. The Museum's core collection is also interactive in the fact that it has animation, sound, and film stations at which you can create, isolate, and thus better understand the different processes. I particularily liked the sound stations; we had the opportunity to re-record a portion of the movie "Babe," and also to isolate the different sound tracks in a scene of "Titanic." It was incredibly interesting to hear each track alone, combine them in different ways, and then re-listen to them all together. Our tour guide mentioned that a film can have up to about 99 different tracks; we only listened to 4 so I can hardly imagine what 99 would sound like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday included a visit to the &lt;a href="http://www.whitney.org"&gt;Whitney Museum of American Art&lt;/a&gt; and a guided tour of the new exhibit about Picasso's influence on such American artists as Jasper Johns, Arshile Gorky, Willem de Kooning, Jackson Pollock, and Andy Warhol, amongst others.  The exhibit is incredibly well done, and features an extensive amount of paintings.  The tour also provided a vast amount of insight; I was able to understand the manner in which the artists were subtly and directly influenced by Picasso, and it was interesting to see the actual effects on the paintings in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115954666650387060?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115954666650387060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115954666650387060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115954666650387060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115954666650387060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/09/very-artsy-week.html' title='A Very Artsy Week'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115914893630669830</id><published>2006-09-24T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:48:56.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Out N Play (yo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/New%20York%20425.jpg"&gt;n &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/New%20York%20425.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo: Our Cruel 2 B Kind team "steak out" in a courtyard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend (technically ending today), we participated in the Come Out And Play Urban Games Festival. Our participation included everything from playing games to listening to gamer theory to blowing up balloons (for the opening ceremony).  The headquarters for this festival was located at &lt;a href="http://www.eyebeam.org"&gt; Eyebeam &lt;/a&gt;, a design, research, education, technology/art lab.  It is an interesting place, and is definitely one at which I could see myself working because of the many interesting projects going on, and their focus on making art and technology accessible to the general public, not simply the elite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I played one game, volunteered at another, and helped with festival breakdown at Eyebeam.  The game I played on Saturday was called Cruel 2 B Kind, and basically consisted of different teams trying to "kill" the others with compliments.  The game location was restricted to Broadway, between 48th and 58th streets, meaning that the teams had to loop around this 10 block area while determining who to assassinate with compliments.  Sorry to say, but as soon as my team (Rachel, Susan, Julia, and I) arrived on site we were killed.  I would, however, like to claim that it wasn't technically our fault, as we had just received the text message containing the phrases that were our weapon (have a fabulous day)  and weakness (well done).  We were supposed to use the phrase "have a fabulous day" to "kill" other teams and gain points, but before we even knew what was happening, a couple with a map asked us to help them find Rockefeller Center.  After we told them, they said "well done," and we were extremely confused; wait a minute, are you playing Cruel 2 B Kind?  Are we dead?  We were incredulous.  We hadn't even thought of using trickery, or as we later saw, disguises in order to kill others with kindness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of pretty funny things about this game.  The first was that when a team was "killed" they had to join the team that "killed" them, so as we played our group turned into this enormous mob whose weapon was the phrase "Can we help you?"  This lead to the second funny thing, which was that our team and the other massive teams were shouting biazrre compliments at each other down the streets and across the streets at random intervals.  And as we played, that particular stretch of Broadway became incredibly full of tourists and people going to plays and musicals.  So there we were, asking random people if we could help them.  As response, we mostly received confused looks and smiles, with a few wise guy remarks, which I can actually understand; I'm not so sure how comfortable I'd be with a huge group yelling a somewhat sarcastic sounding remark at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase you're wondering how the Urban Games Festival relates to New Media, there is a simple explanation: most of the games relied on the mobile technology of cell phones, computers, or projectors in order to function (exchange information, record points, etc).  Some of the games even included the theme of psychogeography, in that they mapped different locations over Manhattan (such as Baghdad).  I think the main point of the festival was summed up by what one of the speakers said, which was that we all just want to be a bit happier in life, and that games help us fulfill that desire.  The people that I saw certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves, so I guess that's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115914893630669830?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115914893630669830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115914893630669830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115914893630669830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115914893630669830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/09/come-out-n-play-yo.html' title='Come Out N Play (yo)'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115885492853544526</id><published>2006-09-21T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:09:39.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthology Film Archive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/New%20York%20366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/New%20York%20366.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newmediaroadtrip.com"&gt;Here's a link to our group blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo: John Miripiri and Karina at Anthology.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to &lt;a href="http://www.anthologyfilmarchives.org"&gt;Anthology Film Archives&lt;/a&gt;, which is exactly that, an archive for Avant-Garde and independant films. Anthology has approximately 20,000 films, all preserved on film; no video. The center specializes in Avant-Garde viewings for public and special private purposes, catalogs of A-G films, and on top of that, the incredibly small team of 5 employees serves as a database of information for anyone with questions. Archive has two theaters, one of which is named after visionary filmmaker Maya Deren, a library, and a film storage area, which I thought somewhat resembled a small-scale version of the warehouse at the end of the first Indiana Jones movie. And, one of the founders of Anthology is Jonas Mekas, who is regarded by many in the A-G community to be the father of the medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched about 5 short films, my favorite of which was very short, had no sound, but treated light and color in such a soft, beautiful way that is was extremely moving. The movie seemed to take place in a greenhouse, and featured close-ups of two people, their surrounding environment, and winding plants. The fast motion of the images also contributed to its emotive power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115885492853544526?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115885492853544526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115885492853544526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115885492853544526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115885492853544526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/09/anthology-film-archive.html' title='Anthology Film Archive'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115859392817416895</id><published>2006-09-18T08:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:12:43.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflux Festival - Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/New%20York%20197.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/200/New%20York%20197.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great day for Conflux: it was sunny, warm, and there were lots of intereresting events going on. The most interesting one I participated in was a walking tour of Williamsburg that focused on graffiti and street art. There were tons of poeple along for the tour, and we ended up looking like a parade streaming down and around the streets. The leaders fo the tour rode bikes, had a megaphone, and blasted rap music as they rode along; quite amusing. The tour lasted approx. 2 hours, and covered a pretty large area. Apparently graffiti is the thing to do here. The tour leaders knew or at least knew of all the artists who had created pretty sizable works. Though they talked a little bit about the different styles of graffiti, the loud music, large crowd, and passing street traffic made it difficult to hear them sometimes. So, I didn't really learn about the differences in styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, though, learn from a different Conflux event that there is a diference between graffiti and street art. Graffiti is more of the "tagging" (spray painted words) variety, and street art can be defined as anything from spray painted drawings to paper cutouts to reworked iron structures, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I really enjoyed the tour, one thing that I think it lacked was a clear explanation of the motivation behind creating graffiti and street art. I think the tour guides just assumed that we all knew what the motivition was, but because these art forms get such a reputation of simply being illegal activity, I think it would be good to explain what it's really about. As far as I could gather, and I guess this makes sense considering the emotive nature of art, the motivation/"point" of these types of art is to bring it to the people and put it out there. A huge tag or drawing on the side of a building is really difficult not to notice. I would also guess that they're a form of protestation against "the man" or "the powers that be," but I'm not sure how much "the man" would care about street art on a run down building in a run down area. Although, the cops seem to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115859392817416895?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115859392817416895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115859392817416895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115859392817416895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115859392817416895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/09/conflux-festival-saturday_115859392817416895.html' title='Conflux Festival - Saturday'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115859204770080158</id><published>2006-09-18T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:18:10.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflux Festival - Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/1600/New%20York%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2204/3357/320/New%20York%20061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the McCaig and Welles Gallery in Williamsburg, Brooklyn for the opening of the 2006 &lt;a href="http://www.confluxfestival.org"&gt;Conflux Festival&lt;/a&gt; for contemporary psychogeography, I saw groups of artsy looking people gathered in two places; near the bagels and coffee, and near the door. As those by the door looked nervous and there was a police car outside, I assumed that somthing had been stolen, or that the gallery had been broken into. I spoke to the festival producers, and apparently the lock to the gallery had been glued over, preventing their entrance for some time. Eventually the lock was chisleled off, replaced, and the procucers gave a report to the police. We wondered if the crime was done by an angry artist who had been turned away from the festival or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this excitement, I intorduced myself to the artist I was to interview, Sue Huang, and then discussed her project of street cut-ups. For the project, she walks around a neighborhood and cuts words out of posters and advertisements, then glues the words together to make a new, random message. The point of this is to make a statement towards the advertisers, saying that the practice of sending messages to consumers is a two way street, and that we have the right to use the words too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the morning turned into early afternoon and the number of people in the gallery dropped dramatically due to the rain, one of the producers asked me to document two people that were going to walk around the neightborhood and pick up garbage and other wayside materials in order to construct a "Brooklyn Desk." Though it was raining pretty steadily at that time, I said sure! because I had both my umbrella and rain jacket; I don't like being rained on. So, we wandered around the industrial and run down areas of Williamsburg, them picking up interesting things and discussing how they might bit together, me taking pictures and marveling at how lucky I was to be wandering around New York city in the first place. The area where we were was also incredibly interesting due to all the graffiti in amazingly bold colors and styles on the dilapadated buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project was a good thing for me to be involved with, because I got to see two sort of new age artists in the actual process of creating and conceptualizing, which I had not previously experienced. I think their project fits into the overarching festival theme of psychogeography because the motivation for building the desk came from wanting to be out in the neighborhood and get a feel for it; to see what occurs there, who lives there, and to make contact with all of it. Though a good idea, the raind prevented a lot of human interaction as there were not really any humans outside at that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115859204770080158?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115859204770080158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115859204770080158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115859204770080158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115859204770080158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/09/conflux-festival-thursday.html' title='Conflux Festival - Thursday'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115757494417732625</id><published>2006-09-06T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:35:44.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days encounting</title><content type='html'>It's been a long while since I've posted, and I guess a lot's happened since then.  I returned home from Evanston, IL (and being a nerd all summer at Northwestern U), went to Eau Claire, WI twice with my bestest friends, and am now preparing for a new adventure in NYC and Europe.  I am &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; excited for New York; never been there.  I thought Minneapolis was a big city, but aparently not as it was really hard for me to comprehend the size of downtown Chicago.  Now I'm wondering about New York...  I think I'll probably be having a spaz attack every time I look up at the never ending buildings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the city's a lot like it's always portrayed in movies, or if it's different once you're actually living there.  I guess I should say "living," because although we'll be there for 3 weeks (which is a lot longer than I could afford on my own), I'm sure I'll only make a tiny dent in the very surface of all that there is to see and do.  They don't call it the Big Apple for nothin!  I am sure, though, that there is a lot more to NY than what the superficial tourists typically see.  Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I'll want to see the Statue of Liberty &amp; Co., but I think it'll also be amazing to just walk around the city and feel the incredible energy that must be there.  Wandering around Chicago has taught me that.  You usually wander onto something that you had no idea existed, and just think, you could be the only person in the whole world who has thought about it in the specific way you did.  (Forgive me, this is unusually optimistic writing for me.  I guess I'm just that excited + a city girl at heart.  Sorry suburbs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot.  I'm going to go turn the fan on.  Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115757494417732625?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115757494417732625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115757494417732625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115757494417732625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115757494417732625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/09/5-days-encounting.html' title='5 days encounting'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115317421209320744</id><published>2006-07-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:10:12.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mondaymonday</title><content type='html'>I just spent a great weekend at my aunt and uncle's in Milwaukee, talking about life.  But all I can say about today is that it's too darn hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115317421209320744?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115317421209320744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115317421209320744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115317421209320744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115317421209320744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/07/mondaymonday.html' title='mondaymonday'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31152652.post-115293642960825186</id><published>2006-07-14T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:07:09.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Post!</title><content type='html'>Hi!  Welcome to my blog!  This is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; post ever, and it is also a big step for me into the technological world.   I am currently not too computer savvy,  but I hope to change that starting with this blog and with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Media&lt;/span&gt; study abroad program I'm going on this fall.  I'm certain I'll learn a lot.  Or, if nothing else, I'll have a lot to see and do for 10 weeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very weird feeling, knowing that other people will be able to read what I'm writing right now.  At least, that's assuming the kind public wants to read about my little adventures.  Weird.  Hopefully this'll be interesting for me and whoever else decides to check it out.  Ooo, one exciting thing I did today was download iTunes.  I know I know, a little behind the times.  Now I know why everyone else has it.  It's awesome!  It even has music by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selif Keita&lt;/span&gt; (a Malian musician everyone should hear; inspiring and beautiful music).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm going to post this now.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31152652-115293642960825186?l=stacyblogalog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/feeds/115293642960825186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31152652&amp;postID=115293642960825186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115293642960825186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31152652/posts/default/115293642960825186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyblogalog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-1st-post.html' title='My 1st Post!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjP8g7JftWM/Td3LlF0FyaI/AAAAAAAAANM/izbqsPuGnMU/s220/00000024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
