As part of their ongoing investigation into the work of French/Swiss artist Jean Tinguely, Amsterdam’s Metamatic Research Initiative has commissioned the Marina Abramovic Institute, a singularly remarkable installation by performance artist Marina Abramovic. MAI will be the largest expression of what the artist calls the Marina Abramovic Method. Across a series of interlocking pavilions, audience members are guided through exercises and experiences based on Abramovic’s past work. Rather than creating the performance, Abramovic empowers the audience to craft their own experience, as participants don white lab coats and headphones, and disconnect from the outside world for approximately two hours. Afterwards, they’ll be encouraged to share their thoughts about the experience via social media. Live streaming of the exhibition will extend the Marina Abramovic Institute to other locations throughout Toronto.
After conquering the land of Westeros, King Joffrey and his gang of thrones turn their attention North of The Wall… and what do they find? The constitutional parliament, socialized medicine, and delicious Chalet sauce of CANADA!
Planning to trick Canadians into installing Joffrey as their King, they recruit the unwitting help of the Parks Department of Pawnee, Indiana to throw an epic King’s Tournament that will officially seal Joffrey’s reign of terror over the Great White North.
Will well-meaning Leslie Knope and her team uncover the King’s plot in time to save Canada? Will Ron Swanson stay loyal to his Pyramid of Greatness? Will Arya Stark avenge her father’s death and bring peace and justice to the Realm? Or will parliament be dissolved at the hands of a petulant boy king who isn’t old enough to tame his own dragon?
Trumpeted fanfare and misadventures await; when you play the game of Thrones and Recreation, you drink or you die.
“i’m sorry”
“i love you”
“i’ll call you tomorrow”
The Field Trip music festival at Fort York Saturday was as close to perfect as such festivals get, Ben Rayner writes.
"I know what you want. You want a story that won’t surprise you. That will confirm what you already know. That won’t make you see higher or further or differently. You want a flat story. An immobile story. You want dry, yeastless factuality."
— Life of Pi by Yann Martel
"I’ll tell you, that’s one thing I hate about my nickname, the way that number runs on forever. It’s important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse."
— Life of Pi by Yann Martel
"I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mild-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to push it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to do battle for you. You are reassured. Reason is fully equipped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread. Fear next turns fully to your body, which is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and your guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops dead like an opossum, while your jaw begins to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had malaria and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. And so with the rest of your body. Every part of you, in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear. Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you’ve defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you. The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don’t, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you."
— Life of Pi by Yann Martel
"Employers plan to hire only 2.1 percent more new college graduates this year than in 2012, according to a survey from the National Association of Colleges and Employers. Last fall they thought the increase would be 13 percent."
— Things aren’t looking so good for the graduating class of 2013. Perhaps now is a better time than ever to consider avoiding “work,” finding your purpose, making glorious mistakes, and living the creative rather than the safe life. (via explore-blog)
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We wouldn’t have guessed it by looking at these images. Charles Morgan Smith’s photographic series Emissio appear to be nebulae in intergalactic space, while they are really iridescent oil spills on road surfaces, with the pictures formed using conventions of Hubble images. Smith’s intention is for the photos to show the relationship between the everyday and the banal. It’s a success.
Allie Brosh, Total Genius and Creator of The Alot and a pain scale that I actually use with doctors now… well, she somehow makes being severely depressed and suicidal outrageously funny… and makes me feel better about the whole disaster area that is my depressed brain.
I have no idea how she does this. But, for my melancholic friends, again. We’re not alone.
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