Evolutions

Postponed my flight to NY til tomorrow. Meeting with FLR on Sunday so there was really no need for me to be there tonight. Projects before parties. Much to do.

Thinking during last night's somewhat productive insomnia about how to answer the 'How is this a VCS project' $5000 question. Sure - first the usual justifications appeared (investigating and investing in the processes and production of visual culture / semiotics of performance and play / etc....) but then it seemed suddenly and quite simply obvious:

VCS is itself a battle of disciplines, a performance of paradox embodied, a masquerade of projects and shifting alliances. VCS has no fixed identity. It is what it is all the time. It's liminal, impossible, and exciting - it challenges assumptions and resists categorization. VCS is itself an occupant and antagonizer of the borderline. Its 'residents' fight binary'd paradigms because their activated space is that of being between / both / neither either/ or. Why...?

... Is it all in the name?
Visual Critical Studies?

I'm reading The Red Queen: Sex and the Evolution of Human Nature, and one of its fundamental assertions is that - to paraphrase - the visual is not a critical faculty. Judgemental - yes indeed. But critical?

... I need to think more to articulate this better.

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zephyr is flying to new york tomorrow
zephyr is awake late every night, nearly
zephyr is chemically enhanced
zephyr is learning the hustle and likes it
zephyr is busy busing and bustling
zephyr is annoyed that her stolen wifi is so slow
zephyr is hiding from toothy beasts
zephyr is a toothy beast herself sometimes
zephyr is sleepless in chicago
zephyr is hungry and full
zephyr needs a week's worth of massage
zephyr is taking a break... soon enough
zephyr is blustering about the USA
zephyr isn't sure what she's started but it's gonna be ...
zephyr is no tightrope walker.
zephyr needs to take a chill pill and call her in the morning
zephyr wants to breathe sea
zephyr is up for it, what the hell
zephyr is pocketing cash
zephyr serves you heavy metal mac n cheese
zephyr is good like that
zephyr needs to quit smoking. oh god yeah.
zephyr is all for the smoking ban
zephyr's hair smells like a bar
zephyr is tired but.
zephyr hates to have to walk through the long cold flat to the bathroom when she's already in bed
zephyr considers having a chamber pot but modern times say no.
zephyr is doing it for now and later
zephyr by the seat of her pants.
zephyr : like the red queen running the treadmill
zephyr is rather overwhelmed but whatever.
zephyr is awful at pool, snowboarding, and iceskating
zephyr must remember how to breathe.
zephyr wishes her computer didn't look so... electronic
zephyr is rather wired.
zephyr knows nostalgia
zephyr really needs to pee now.
zephyr : goodnight moon, goodnight room
zephyr hush

putting the BALL back in BALLA

So my thesis has shifted from the morte to the balla ...

I've teamed up with Mother Solomon Infiniti to throw a House Ball in the SAIC Ballroom.

It's gonna be wild.
Shade will be thrown. But I'm no Jennie Livingstone... right? We'll see...
Mark your calendars: May 4th.