MICA Student Space

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My student space on MICA is up and running. That’s where I’ll keep academically-oriented projects, papers, and art pieces for the duration of the semester until I graduate. Right now there is just so much to do: exhibits, websites, readings, video shoots, and sound recordings are piling up. Excuse me while I wade home through the snow.

Little Italy Shootout

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Last night, heading home from a late second dinner in Fells Point with classmates, we saw police tape around houses at Eastern Ave and High Street. Turns out there was a shooting. That’s just a block from my home in Little Italy. Ah, Baltimore.

Columbia Craziness

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Okay, it’s one thing to calmly and bloggishly catalog current events under possible signs of the coming endtimes, and it’s quite another thing to obsessively read signs and symbols into every single petty detail surrounding the Space Shuttle, Israeli astronauts, and each and every sunset, buzzard, and cloud formation that manifested on that day.

There were 5 Orbiters in the Shuttle fleet. The Challenger (OV-099) blew up in 1986, for the Arab persecution of the Jew. And Columbia (OV- 102) exploded during entry in 2003. Now, there are only 3 Orbiters left in the Shuttle fleet, where 3 stands for the Justice of the Holy Spirit, the meaning of 2003.

Eh? That completely smacks of divination, and not very good divination, at that. Perhaps we can augment our prophetic insight with some sliced chicken gizzards? Next you’ll be telling me that shark attacks and stock markets are related- What? What’s that? Oh.

Still On My Feet

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Given the ungodly number of hours that I’ve been awake, busy, and on my feet in the past two days, I find it a monumentally cosmic injustice that it is still only Tuesday.

Sunday night after Christian Artists’ Group was spent back in the lab at MICA, working on a webcam performance piece. At 3am of Monday morning, with the video work exported and uploaded, I walked out to Penn Station, hoping to catch a taxi home. There were none; the station was closed and deserted. A brief internal debate ensued, as to whether I should call for a taxi on my cellphone, or just walk back to the lab and sleep for the two hours it would take till the light rail opened.

The latter option won, but sleep was brief.

At 5am, I awoke, boarded the light rail, stayed home long enough to shower and dress, then was off once more to Penn Station to catch the MARC train to work. A half day of work, the MARC train back to Baltimore, vandaWeb class till 10pm, two more hours spent working on that webcam piece, taxi home, do laundry, dry laundry, fold laundry, sleep, wake, back to MICA, present webcam piece in class, fall into couch in lab, sleep, wake, dinner, back to lab, blog.

That’s it. I’m going home and unplugging.

Nixon Contingency Moon Speech

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“Fate has ordained that the men who went to the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace…”

It turns out President Nixon had a contingency speech ready in case the astronauts of Apollo 11 were irretrievably stranded on the moon. How morbid is that?