Started writing a monologue for a new video work. Stopped writing a monologue for a video work. Returned to writing my paper. Losing sight of I and the other and you. Lay on my floor.

Had a meeting with my supervisor Ryszard Dabek. Only one week until I submit my Masters paper ‘Love as the Mediation of Intimacy’ in for examination. Ryszard shared some links to net art projects that he thought might interest me. The Sheep Market was a particularly interesting work that used Amazon’s Mechanical Turk to commission 10 000 illustrations of sheep facing the left. Each illustrator was paid 0.02 ($US). Also Monument (If it bleeds, it leads) and News Knitter were some other interesting net/works that combined news feeders with unique methods of data visualisation. It was hot today so I didn’t wear any shoes.

Spent the evening editing words written and pictures taken. Considered Jean-Paul Sartre and the twenty published pages he wrote each day of his working life. Also considered James Joyce who would consider two well crafted sentences a successful day of writing. Considered how much writing I would get done if I continued to read trivia about the two of them. Wrote a brief post on The Jackette about geotagging your self at locations

Analysed a graph depicting the death of Marxism, postmodernism, and ‘other stupid academic fads’. Collected my own data and created a graph that depicts articles that mention postmodernism in academic journals versus the Sydney Morning Herald. It shows that while the Herald publishes more articles that mention postmodernism, the academic journals begin to publish less. Did the overexposure of postmodernism in the mainstream media cause it to lose its cool?

Listening to Gram Parsons. Reading Gary Hill (PAJ Books: Art + Performance). Scraping the roof of my mouth with my tongue. It is numb.

Left a Becks in the freezer for too long. Archived some artworks and sent some emails.

Stared at a wall for a while. Thought of a quote from The Floating Opera by John Barth “I have in my office, opposite the desk, a fine staring-wall, a wall that I keep scrupulously clear for staring purposes”

Posted ‘Art, Journalism and Economics in the Age of Reproduction’ on the Jackette. Read
‘Of theses and of theatricality’ by Richard Nile. Listened to Mingus Ah Um and slowly went blind in one eye. Silent migraine.

Wrote a post on The Jackette about The Floating Opera by John Barth, a book I recently finished reading. Also briefly distracted by ‘What you know vs how much you know about it’ graph.

Read a bit more about oil painting. Considered enrolling in a weekend class. Read Flusser’s Writings. Paid my bills.