Friday, September 26, 2008

DJ Mix

One of my best bros has posted an amazing mix online..

Go check it out.

DJ Max Pask ‘Escape From Planet Max Pask’

Thursday, September 25, 2008


New Show


October 4–November 1, 2008

Xaviera Simmons
Tom Whitridge
Scott B. Davis
Joseph Michael Lopez

Katrine Le Gallou
Thierry Dubreuil
Jason Eskenazi
Aura Rosenberg

Sean Dack
John Miller
Joyce Pensato
James Siena

James Welling
Laurie Simmons
Ariane Lopez-Huici
Chris Gentile

(Curated by Katia Santibanez & G. Young)

Opening Reception: October 4th, 5:30–7:30pm
Gallery Hours: Thu.–Sat., 11–5pm

Geoffrey Young Gallery
40 Railroad Street
Great Barrington, MA 01230

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Saturday, September 13, 2008

David Foster Wallace R.I.P.

LA TImes


Probably the most important contemporary author for me.. Very sad.

From "Oblivion"

“But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think. But what if it could? Think for a second—what if all the infinitely dense and shifting worlds of stuff inside you every moment of your life turned out now to be somehow fully open and expressible afterward, after what you think of you has died, because what if afterward now each moment itself is an infinite sea or span or passage of time in which to convey it, and you don’t even need any organized English, you can as they say open the door and be in anyone else’s room in all your own multiform forms and ideas and facets? Because listen—we don’t have much time, here’s where Lily Cache slopes slightly down and the banks start getting deep, and you can just make out the outlines of the unlit sign for the farmstand that’s never open anymore, the last sign before the bridge—so listen: What exactly do you think you are? The millions and trillions of thoughts, memories, juxtapositions—even crazy ones like this, you’re thinking—that flash through your head and disappear? Some sum or remainder of these? Your history? Do you know how long it’s been since I told you I was a fraud? Do you remember you were looking at the RESPICEM watch hanging from the rearview and seeing the time, 9:17? What are you looking at right now? Coincidence? What if no time has passed at all? The truth is you’ve already heard this. That this is what it’s like. That it’s what makes room for the universes inside you, all the endless inbent fractals of connection and symphonies of different voices, the infinities you can never show another soul. And you think it makes you a fraud, the tiny fraction anyone else ever sees? Of course you’re a fraud, of course what people see is never you. And of course you know this, and of course you try to manage what part they see if you know it’s only a part. Who wouldn’t? It’s called free will, Sherlock. But at the same time, it’s why it feels so good to break down and cry in front of others, or to laugh, or speak in tongues, or chant in Bengali—it’s not English anymore, it’s not getting squeezed through any hole. So cry all you want, I won’t tell anybody. But it wouldn’t have made you a fraud to change your mind. It would be sad to do it because you think you somehow have to. It won’t hurt, though. It will be loud, and you’ll feel things, but they’ll go through you so fast that you won’t even realize you’re feeling them (which is sort of like the paradox I used to bounce off Gustafson—is it possible to be a fraud if you aren’t aware that you’re a fraud?). And the very brief moment of fire you’ll feel will be almost good, like when your hands are cold and there’s a fire and you hold your hands out toward it.”