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[29 Sep 2005|12:21am]

Marcel Dzama, Saddest Ghost, 2004
5.85 x 5.85 Inches, Acrylic on panel
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Portrait of an artist... [04 Apr 2005|03:33pm]

In "Brain Trust," Jonathon Keats adopted the process involved with buying shares of a company's stock. Keats offered futures contracts for shares of his brain to be exercised upon his death, at the bargain rate price of ten dollars per one million neurons. The complicated process draws attention to the procedure itself rather than what the process apparently seeks to accomplish.

Keats's latest work attempts to determine what God's DNA might look by discovering whether it is closer to that of a fruit fly or blue-green algae (cyanobacteria). With the assistance of Smithsonian zoologist Mark Moffett and Berkeley geneticist Tom Cline, Keats assembled three groups of each species and exposed them to continuous tape loops of prayers from the three major monotheistic religions -- Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. Keats also established a control group that was exposed to recordings of talk radio.

In 2001, he attempted to pass Aristotle's law of identity, A=A, as a ballot measure in the city of Berkeley. It would have been, he noted at the time, the first law that could not be broken. It did not pass.

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who's with me? [09 Jun 2004|01:38pm]
"It's Just So Wrong

THU 6/10

Now that Bill Shatner is a puffy antique it's tough to picture him in his full '60s-and-'70s pimped-out, super-cool mode, when he recorded a rock album (1968's The Transformed Man), squeezed into the Kirk suit for Star Trek conventions, and let those sideburns grow oh-so-wild and free. Everyone's favorite captain is showcased in Impulse, the 1975 howler in which a disco-dud-clad Shatner plays a gigolo on a murderous rampage. Word on the street says Billy's rugs, grimaces, and verbal ejaculations are unmissable. Beam yourself up to Thrillville's Annual Tribute to William Shatner at 9:15 p.m. at the Parkway Theatre, 1834 Park (at East 18th St.), Oakland. Admission is $6; call (510) 814-2400 or visit www.thrillville.net."
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i wish it were this easy... [04 Jun 2004|04:39am]
[ mood | awake ]

Sam Spade: All we've got is that maybe you love me and maybe I love you.

Brigid O'Shaughnessy: You know whether you love me or not.

Sam Spade: Maybe I do. I'll have some rotten nights after I've sent you over, but that'll pass.

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[10 May 2004|09:59pm]
[ mood | tired tired tired tired tired ]

"Shit, when I try to bluff I look the other guy in the eyes and laugh hysterically. It tends to ruin the effect."

- Jim Carroll, on poker playing

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um... [13 Apr 2004|12:02am]
[ mood | annoyed (unrelated) ]

Japanese experiment with therapy robots

Machines could help lower medical costs

by Yuri Kageyama

OHBU, Japan (AP) -- The elderly patients suffer from severe dementia, but their faces light up when they see the dog-shaped robot, swaddled in soft clothing, waddle around the hospital floor. Some clap; others break into feeble smiles. Urged by nurses, a few cautiously reach out and touch it.

"It's cute," one female patient cries out.

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[03 Apr 2004|12:38am]
[ mood | content ]

a miniature sock monkey seems to have just landed on my keyboard and set up camp there.
what more could one want really?
well, i suppose other than a trust fund, for people to stop dying of cancer so often: particularly people i know (if even peripherally) or those who are close to people i know, a new President, more cookies, for me to find the Geoff Ryman book i want to read that's buried somewhere deep in the closet, or at least to be able to go to bed at a decent hour... all that sort of shtuff i am either being too lazy or to content to come up with right now.

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