[Nettime-bold] Re: [Genius2000Conference2000] I don't think this is ironic atall

["Nicholas Hermann" <NHerman@hga.com>]

>>> baseekins@netscape.net 03/30/01 01:15PM >>>
[Re:  Cary Peppermint's email, 1996-2000]
Jesus, Max, these posts are like watching somebody play fucking dress
up. His work isn't "meant to entertain"!?! What the fuck. The academy
gave him a place outside of the capitalist system? Good god, didn't he
go to the same academy I did? 

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I know it's a difficult situation.  Eryk pulled the creditor card on me
but thank god I've got a sweet green $100 check in my pocket just
waiting for a stamp.  (I borrowed it--the check, not the stamp.)  

I'm just being a loudmouth however.  I call it "cleaning house."  When
I don't have any great ideas of my own I talk about the corrupt academy.
 

Topic for discussion:  Would it be inappropriate for Eryk and I to
debate the merit of Cary's artwork?  I won't insist but hell if I'm
wrong and just envious of the success of others I'd like to know. 
Frankly I feel consciously much more successful in real terms (1984
dollars) than Cary.  I wouldn't trade places for a hundred million
pounds.  I just think he's the epitome of a corrupt, foetid system but
he acts like he's not, so I don't like that.  

Another topic/exercise could be for Eryk to argue that an artist I like
(and he doesn't) is bad, et cetera, and I think I know who he might
choose...nn.

But maybe I'm just testy and misanthropic this week.  I've been
meditating and planning which makes me jittery and impulsive.  I'll
offer this fun trivia question by way of parley:

In the 1950's, author and novelist Norman Mailer hand-copied his
then-favorite novel by hand.  What novel did he transcribe?

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Here's some song lyrics my friend Bryan Qualy from the video wrote last
month:

From: 	Nicholas Hermann
To:	7-11@mail.ljudmila.org
Date: 	3/30/01 1:19PM
Subject: 	Millennium Hut, by Bryan Qualy

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Millennium Hut


When time is standing still
And I'm damn near out of smokes
Jonesin' for a little mental stimulation
Where can I go to be alone
Where can I go to dream of the sights
Where can I go to work, live, and appreciate

When Steve won't review for worse or worser
And I'm left to my own devices
Jonesin' for a little inspiration
Where can I go to meditate
Where can I go to when the bell tolls
Where can I go to contemplate

	Now when the moon shines down upon the thatch
	And nubile virgins bring me tea
	The scent of oleanders comes to me

	And time ticks by and critics slither
	Like a snake inside the brush
	There you'll find me  In the Millennium hut
	Oh yeah, the Millennium hut
	Go forth, the Millennium hut
	You'll like what you see
	In the Millennium hut

When convention comes crawling up my wooden steps
I'll tell that biologist to defer to that mathematician
How can a student of nineteen years just turn his back
Where can I go to concentrate
Where can I go to define space
Where can I go and see the stars

When the governor shakes his fist at the tv screen
And he makes believe that his chin is real
How can I eliminate my mind from all this poison
Where can I go when I wanna be left alone
Where can I go to end the silence
Where can I go and see my creation

	Now when the moon shines down upon the thatch
	And nubile virgins bring me tea
	The scent of oleanders comes to me

	And time ticks by and critics slither
	Like a snake inside the brush
	There you'll find me  In the Millennium hut
	Oh yeah, the Millennium hut
	Go forth, the Millennium hut
	You'll like what you see
	In the Millennium hut




The following persons may not enter the Millennium hut





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