Green smoothie (homemade almond milk, orange, apple, parsley, romaine, kale, flax oil, ground flax seed, vitamineral green), green tea, green fingernail.
7/17/11
7/16/11
New buddhist sighting
Jackie Wang has written an amazing epistolary review of the buddhist on Bomblog. I'm swooning, having been read this deeply and smartly; I have that rare, luxurious feeling of having been totally gotten. Thank you, Jackie, you rock my world.
I was planning earlier to write a full-blooded post, including a more detailed response to Jackie's review, but when I clicked to this blog, all the images were gone and I was so confused and dispirited by that, I spent writing time trying to figure out what the hell happened. Somehow I got the inspiration it had something to do with Google+, so I looked into my account info there and unclicked some box I didn't understand under photo sharing (which was really hard to locate), and the pictures reappeared on the blog. Maybe a coincidence? Who knows. I want to delete the whole Google+ account, like who needs it, but I was afraid to.
But last night at Wayne Smith's opening at Gallery 16 (an amazing show, I loved it all, both the figurative and the abstract pieces, what Wayne can accomplish with little dots is mind-boggling) I was talking with artist Laurie Reid, and she'd read Jackie Wang's review, and Laurie was swooning with me. How perfect a form, the letter, for the personal, episodic format of the buddhist. Laurie and I were also talking about Jackie's confidence that with such a casual tone her intelligence would show through. It's rare to see such knowledge and keen intelligence demonstrated without pretension. The review seemed to arise out of a sense of personal urgency for her. And of course, I'm reminded of Bett Williams' wonderful review of the book on Fanzine. Bett said she wanted to review the book around the same time Fanzine editor Casey McKinney agreed to publish a review on the site, so I put them together. Casey was a bit hesitant, as I'm friends with Bett—this was a murky arrangement according to the journalism ethics he learned in grad school at UC Berkeley. But, Bett's forefronting her relationship with me and this blog in her review was the perfect note, creating a thoroughly compelling piece of writing. A big part of the buddhist project was to muck with the boundaries between writer and audience. I love it—with these reviews and other women writing online, it feels like a female movement is brewing, demanding that everybody acknowledge that the world is personal, goddamn it, perception is personal, reviews are personal, and what and who we love and hate are personal as well. The stance of objectivity is cruel and dangerous, don't you think?
I didn't take any photos at the opening, but here's one I stole from Karla Milosevich's Facebook page, of Wayne with Karla and Amy Rathbone.
Wayne is the designer of the buddhist.
I was planning earlier to write a full-blooded post, including a more detailed response to Jackie's review, but when I clicked to this blog, all the images were gone and I was so confused and dispirited by that, I spent writing time trying to figure out what the hell happened. Somehow I got the inspiration it had something to do with Google+, so I looked into my account info there and unclicked some box I didn't understand under photo sharing (which was really hard to locate), and the pictures reappeared on the blog. Maybe a coincidence? Who knows. I want to delete the whole Google+ account, like who needs it, but I was afraid to.
But last night at Wayne Smith's opening at Gallery 16 (an amazing show, I loved it all, both the figurative and the abstract pieces, what Wayne can accomplish with little dots is mind-boggling) I was talking with artist Laurie Reid, and she'd read Jackie Wang's review, and Laurie was swooning with me. How perfect a form, the letter, for the personal, episodic format of the buddhist. Laurie and I were also talking about Jackie's confidence that with such a casual tone her intelligence would show through. It's rare to see such knowledge and keen intelligence demonstrated without pretension. The review seemed to arise out of a sense of personal urgency for her. And of course, I'm reminded of Bett Williams' wonderful review of the book on Fanzine. Bett said she wanted to review the book around the same time Fanzine editor Casey McKinney agreed to publish a review on the site, so I put them together. Casey was a bit hesitant, as I'm friends with Bett—this was a murky arrangement according to the journalism ethics he learned in grad school at UC Berkeley. But, Bett's forefronting her relationship with me and this blog in her review was the perfect note, creating a thoroughly compelling piece of writing. A big part of the buddhist project was to muck with the boundaries between writer and audience. I love it—with these reviews and other women writing online, it feels like a female movement is brewing, demanding that everybody acknowledge that the world is personal, goddamn it, perception is personal, reviews are personal, and what and who we love and hate are personal as well. The stance of objectivity is cruel and dangerous, don't you think?
Wayne is the designer of the buddhist.
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