So I’m giving away the past,

24 sets of randomly grouped photographs from the last year
If you would like one set please paypal:
mylinh.mylinh@gmail.com $4 for shipping

Blow away the dreams

that tear you apart

Blow away the dreams

that break your heart

Blow away the lies

that leave you

nothing but lost and

brokenhearted

Bruce Springsteen

WALKER ART CENTER // DESIGN FELLOWSHIP 2009–2010 // design.walkerart.org/fellowship // Deadline: June 8, 2009

(left to right, top to bottom) iMac G4; The James Diamond Collection of Home Movies WAC 9.5 16mm BW; Eric Luken 13 JonBenéts; Nov 10 1991 1/8”=1”– 0”; Cho—Fro; Canon AP200; Hanging Out; Elizabeth Peyton Michelle and Sasha Obama Listening to Barack Obama at the Democratic National Convention August 2008 2008; Galleries 4, 5, 6; Pantone Cool Gray 10C; John Baldessari I Will Not Make Any More Boring Art; telluridefilmfestival.org; Hella Jongerius Polder Sofa 2005; x 7601; La Ex; TELEVISION ASSASSINATION Bruce Conner Estar Base Print: NEG.1; Silky Furry Fleece Pillows; Norman Vincent Peale Enthusiasm Makes the Difference; Press Department Files Jan 84—May 86; Roasted Vegetable Panini D’Amico’s.

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Click here to see a selection of work from the studio
For information on how to apply: 2009/2010 Walker Art Center Design Fellowship

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There is also an opening for the Senior Graphic Designer position.
For information on how to apply: http://info.walkerart.org/jobs/detail.wac?id=5006

IN REAL TIME ASDF Saturday 28 March 4–8pm

With Mylinh Nguyen sitting in Capricious and David Horvitz chatting live from Golden Age in Chicago, ASDF will make available an ephemeral show of 48 artists existing for only 4 hours. Each art work will be available, one at a time, for only 5 minutes. The works will be sized to print and available for download (also including instructions so that viewers may print the works using basic consumer technologies). After the 4 hours are up all the original files will be deleted. The list of artists will be made available shortly! Be there in person & online!

www.letsmeetinreallife.com

www.capriciousspace.com

www.asdfmakes.com

It’s sad that the air is the only
thing we share.

No matter how close we get to each other
there is always air between us.

It’s also nice that we share the air.
No matter how far apart we are,
the air links us.

Yoko Ono, from Lisson Gallery brochure ‘67

Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious
as if I were French?

Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous
(and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable
list!), but one of these days there’ll be nothing left with
which to venture forth.

Why should I share you? Why don’t you get rid of someone else
for a change?

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.

Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too,
don’t I? I’m just like a pile of leaves.

However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of
pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of
perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the
confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes–I can’t
even enjoy a blade of grass unless i know there’s a subway
handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not
totally _regret_ life. It is more important to affirm the
least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and
even they continue to pass. Do they know what they’re missing?
Uh huh.

My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time;
they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and
disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away.
Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me
restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them
still. If only i had grey, green, black, brown, yellow eyes; I
would stay at home and do something. It’s not that I’m
curious. On the contrary, I am bored but it’s my duty to be
attentive, I am needed by things as the sky must be above the
earth. And lately, so great has _their_ anxiety become, I can
spare myself little sleep.

Now there is only one man I like to kiss when he is unshaven.
Heterosexuality! you are inexorably approaching. (How best
discourage her?)

St. Serapion, I wrap myself in the robes of your whiteness
which is like midnight in Dostoevsky. How I am to become a
legend, my dear? I’ve tried love, but that holds you in the
bosom of another and I’m always springing forth from it like
the lotus–the ecstasy of always bursting forth! (but one must
not be distracted by it!) or like a hyacinth, “to keep the
filth of life away,” yes, even in the heart, where the filth is
pumped in and slanders and pollutes and determines. I will my
will, though I may become famous for a mysterious vacancy in
that department, that greenhouse.

Destroy yourself, if you don’t know!

It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so. I
admire you, beloved, for the trap you’ve set. It’s like a
final chapter no one reads because the plot is over.

“Fanny Brown is run away–scampered off with a Cornet of Horse;
I do love that little Minx, & hope She may be happy, tho’ She
has vexed me by this exploit a little too.–Poor silly
Cecchina! or F:B: as we used to call her.–I wish She had a
good Whipping and 10,000 pounds.”–Mrs. Thrale

I’ve got to get out of here. I choose a piece of shawl and my
dirtiest suntans. I’ll be back, I’ll re-emerge, defeated, from
the valley; you don’t want me to go where you go, so I go where
you don’t want me to. It’s only afternoon, there’s a lot
ahead. There won’t be any mail downstairs. Turning, I spit in
the lock and the knob turns.

Determine the limits of an object or event.

Determine the limits more precisely.

Repeat, until further precision is impossible.

George Brecht

Please diffuse and publish:

We are now spectators of the latest - and perhaps penultimate - chapter of the 60 year old conflict between Israel and the Palestinian people.  About the complexities of this tragic conflict billions of words have been pronounced, defending one side or the other.

Today, in face of the Israeli attacks on Gaza, the essential calculation, which was always covertly there,  behind this conflict, has been blatantly revealed.  The death of one Israeli victim justifies the killing of a hundred Palestinians.  One Israeli life is worth a hundred Palestinian lives.

This is what the Israeli State and the world media more or less - with marginal questioning - mindlessly repeat.  And this claim, which has accompanied and justified the longest Occupation of foreign territories in 20th C. European history, is viscerally racist. That the Jewish people should accept this, that the world should concur, that the Palestinians should submit to it - is one of history’s ironic jokes.  There’s no laughter anywhere.  We can, however, refute it, more and more vocally.

Let’s do so.

John Berger

beautiful bags from stand up comedy & werkplaats typografie for reference library’s show at kiosk!

i converted mine to work as a backpack too!

Stand Up Comedy & Werkplaats Typografie
Reference Library at KIOSK

ive been hiding it for a little, but now im ready to share,

enjoy!