<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047</id><updated>2012-01-10T17:47:06.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moving accordingly</title><subtitle type='html'>HUMANS, THE LANDSCAPE AND THE BUILT ENVIRONMENT ARE FORCES IN PLAY. &lt;BR&gt;
AT TIMES THEIR RELATIONALITY  CREATES INTENSE POINTS OF CONTACT THAT
NECESSITATE EXTRAORDINARY ACTS OF CREATIVITY AND INVENTION.&lt;BR&gt;
OUR PRACTICE USES MEDIA TO LOCATE AND PASS THROUGH THESE  "LIMIT CASES".&lt;BR&gt;
WE MOVE  WITH MEDIA IN WAYS THAT INVITE A MUTUAL REMODELING:&lt;BR&gt; MORE WITHOUT EXCESS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-3347131938432564527</id><published>2008-05-16T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:33:03.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicle of 28 days</title><content type='html'>ve/5.11.07  Brooklyn, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZiEch6A3I/AAAAAAAAAhM/0PdHw0T1F4c/s1600-h/IMG_3161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZiEch6A3I/AAAAAAAAAhM/0PdHw0T1F4c/s400/IMG_3161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063842659542106994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extension:  from a teahouse in New Mexico to a Brooklyn rooftop&lt;br /&gt;an ephemeral act of relational aesthetics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/05/beyond-28-days-towards-2010.html" target="_new"&gt;beyond 28 days, towards 2010&lt;/a&gt; begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.10.07 Teahouse, Santa Fe, Canyon Rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZcJMh6A2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/AdMMVrRBNLU/s1600-h/IMG_3147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZcJMh6A2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/AdMMVrRBNLU/s400/IMG_3147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063836144076718946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tea artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make and drink matcha tea throughout the 28 days.  It is a response to our first experience of relational aesthetics as a practice that creates more without excess: &lt;a href="http://www.smudgestudio.org/passage/28days/28days.html" target="_new"&gt;practice as passage&lt;/a&gt;  On day 25, we run out of matcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, lunch at the teahouse.  A perfect place to buy the green powder for a celebration of day 29 in NYC. But the woman behind the counter says:  "It's very expensive.  That's why we usually sell it only by the cup."  OK, we say, we'll wait on the matcha.  She rings up the lunch tab.  Pauses.  "Do you have a wisk at home?" she asks.  Yes.  She pulls out a small white bag.  "I'll give you some."   She takes up the tiny scoop.  Fills it three times.  Just enough for two cups.  "Put this in the frig right away," she says, and hands us a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.10.07 Red Dog Shed, Madrid, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOyech6A1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2GQf5KWB2c/s1600-h/IMG_8052"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOyech6A1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/E2GQf5KWB2c/s400/IMG_8052" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063086642218795858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOyZsh6A0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/oPQcaTy8KgM/s1600-h/IMG_3109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOyZsh6A0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/oPQcaTy8KgM/s400/IMG_3109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063086560614417218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new beginnings and collaborations on the 28th day.&lt;br /&gt;card extended: Chris &lt;i&gt; All the participants are remodeled by it- Haraway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.10.07 "cool blue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOxtMh6AyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BSWASSJduF4/s1600-h/IMG_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOxtMh6AyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BSWASSJduF4/s400/IMG_0854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063085796110238498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOx98h6AzI/AAAAAAAAAgs/sNwckc_V1Y4/s1600-h/IMG_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOx98h6AzI/AAAAAAAAAgs/sNwckc_V1Y4/s400/IMG_0522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063086083873047346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOtx8h6AvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/EbyOEC8XzZA/s1600-h/IMG_7261"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOtx8h6AvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/EbyOEC8XzZA/s400/IMG_7261" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063081479668105970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOuB8h6AwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/r8Bmz4vDd2M/s1600-h/IMG_8103"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOuB8h6AwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/r8Bmz4vDd2M/s400/IMG_8103" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063081754546012930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smooth vector. A moving site of contact for 3630 miles.&lt;br /&gt;card extended: &lt;i&gt;barely leaving a mark communicative through  a language of transitivity itself  --richard long &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.9.07 White Sands National Monument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKngMh6AhI/AAAAAAAAAec/NFGhycrj_hM/s1600-h/IMG_7899"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKngMh6AhI/AAAAAAAAAec/NFGhycrj_hM/s400/IMG_7899" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062793102678950418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKnach6AgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tlmFxeuG64s/s1600-h/IMG_7880"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKnach6AgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tlmFxeuG64s/s400/IMG_7880" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062793003894702594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missiles and the whitest of dunes. The natural and the human meeting in a border town. Riding many edges simultaneously. The 27th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.8.07 The Lightning Field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKqJch6AlI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cFGzzgFRiiE/s1600-h/field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKqJch6AlI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cFGzzgFRiiE/s400/field.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062796010371809874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monumental invisiblity. "Knowing" the grid enough to release it. Perceptual channels of passage tunneling beyond the horizon. The world will look cluttered after this. Overlay of simplicity. Points of reference. A walk within: line, align, re-align. Line, align. re-align.  All directions. Center of the axis extending out beyond. Far beyond. Time. Passage.  Storms, set, rises. This is not about lightning, not about rods. Light. Light. Light. Activated and breathing. The event. The big appearance. Spindles of crystal. The last exhale of the day comes through orange, disappearing into sleep.   Appear, Disappear.  Appear. Disappear. The art of bringing humans out, into, within the landscape. There is nothing here to see and I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: Bill &lt;i&gt; Imaginations extending near to far, self to other &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.8.07 The Lightning Field Cabin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKqCMh6AkI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Mai48up3L1o/s1600-h/cabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKqCMh6AkI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Mai48up3L1o/s400/cabin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062795885817758274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentionally bare enough for us to be only "here" for 24 hours. Interface to the outside. The ultimate simplicity with "DIA" details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.8.07  The Very Large Array, New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOpLch6AsI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nq-Bcf5AcIU/s1600-h/IMG_2929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOpLch6AsI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nq-Bcf5AcIU/s400/IMG_2929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063076420196631234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOpLsh6AtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/XLXNPIp-QkY/s1600-h/IMG_2934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOpLsh6AtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/XLXNPIp-QkY/s400/IMG_2934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063076424491598546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signaling scale and universes beyond. Land Art of another kind. Serial. Unison. Seeking contact.&lt;br /&gt;The sky quakes with the sound of jets. Of another world, ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.8.07 El Mal Pais National Monument, Lava Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOnO8h6AqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0JA4mngxhds/s1600-h/jamie_lava"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOnO8h6AqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0JA4mngxhds/s400/jamie_lava" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063074281302917794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOnPMh6ArI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xrJnwE6Uo-A/s1600-h/lava_flow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOnPMh6ArI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xrJnwE6Uo-A/s400/lava_flow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063074285597885106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking on the earth's petrified movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.8.07 Ice Cave, Grants, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKnP8h6AfI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2-7zB3BGWMY/s1600-h/IMG_7403"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKnP8h6AfI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2-7zB3BGWMY/s400/IMG_7403" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062792823506076146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning.  Artic algae. 20 feet deep. Frozen year round for more than 1000 years. Collapsed lava tubes. This is a new New Mexico, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.8.07 Continental Divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOkh8h6ApI/AAAAAAAAAfc/2qhiCRPomVw/s1600-h/continentaldivide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOkh8h6ApI/AAAAAAAAAfc/2qhiCRPomVw/s400/continentaldivide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063071309185548946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the earth folds on itself here&lt;br /&gt;tips over&lt;br /&gt;and down from here to the Pacific&lt;br /&gt;from here to the Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.7.07  Cimarron Rose, Grants, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOiRch6AnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/89WyJT-5XiY/s1600-h/IMG_2454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOiRch6AnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/89WyJT-5XiY/s400/IMG_2454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063068826694451826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOiRsh6AoI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Mm9viOQH32I/s1600-h/IMG_2478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOiRsh6AoI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Mm9viOQH32I/s400/IMG_2478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063068830989419138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creating hospitable environments for birds, animals, humans&lt;br /&gt;passing through the desert&lt;br /&gt;card extended:  Sherri, &lt;i&gt;sustainable living practices when bodies move accordingly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.7.07 Mesa Verde Cliff Dwellings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKnJch6AeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/k0BrQ2dlYKI/s1600-h/IMG_7219"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkKnJch6AeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/k0BrQ2dlYKI/s400/IMG_7219" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062792711836926434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestled living within a flow. Signaling Chaco.  A National Park, "America's park". Vast expanses between the living past and the living present. Distant views. Populated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.7.07  cloud trumps mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOf_8h6AmI/AAAAAAAAAfE/jmJfvWHlWRQ/s1600-h/mtn_CO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkOf_8h6AmI/AAAAAAAAAfE/jmJfvWHlWRQ/s400/mtn_CO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063066327023485538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.05.07 Shape Typology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rj0Ffsh6AcI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DYNNLqVpAX0/s1600-h/shape_topo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rj0Ffsh6AcI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DYNNLqVpAX0/s400/shape_topo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061207598321762754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 28 days of shape.&lt;a href="http://www.smudgestudio.org/archive/passage/28days/shape.html" target="_blank"&gt; Link here to full study &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.04.07  Color Typology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rjubl8h6AbI/AAAAAAAAAds/Z36gsTbUld0/s1600-h/colorpassage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rjubl8h6AbI/AAAAAAAAAds/Z36gsTbUld0/s400/colorpassage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060809682486690226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 28 days of passage through color sensation. &lt;a href="http://www.smudgestudio.org/archive/passage/28days/colorlife.html" target="_blank"&gt; Link here to full study &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.03.07 Limit Case/Traversing the Colorado Plateau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RktFaqeE_aI/AAAAAAAAAh8/m0q-RGA2T0o/s1600-h/route.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RktFaqeE_aI/AAAAAAAAAh8/m0q-RGA2T0o/s400/route.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065218530287615394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 days, innumerable sites.&lt;br /&gt;chosen for their intensities&lt;br /&gt;each one a limit case, an extreme&lt;br /&gt;making them resonate with one another&lt;br /&gt;each looking unreal&lt;br /&gt;feeling unreal&lt;br /&gt;not possible in some way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in mid-trip we realize these sites traverse the Colorado Plateau&lt;br /&gt;they take the forces in play at the making and re-making of the Plateau&lt;br /&gt;to extremes&lt;br /&gt;making them visible and palpable in ways&lt;br /&gt;impossible to go unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each site is on an extreme edge&lt;br /&gt;of the world's continuous unfolding as planet earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extreme edges are the new "sustainable"&lt;br /&gt;extreme acts of imagination are required&lt;br /&gt;extreme creativity&lt;br /&gt;not conservation&lt;br /&gt;but extremity&lt;br /&gt;taking innovation to its limits&lt;br /&gt;is the new "green"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.03.07 Specie Mesa, CO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjquI8h6ATI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wG0ng5vUoVU/s1600-h/IMG_2048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjquI8h6ATI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wG0ng5vUoVU/s400/IMG_2048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060548600014700850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences have been intense flickers of here and gone, now and then, self and stranger, passing through one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjpPZsh6AOI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mI9XkgRE4No/s1600-h/IMG_1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjpPZsh6AOI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mI9XkgRE4No/s400/IMG_1980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060444434172870882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjpPZ8h6API/AAAAAAAAAcM/ofPw8_lbzmY/s1600-h/IMG_1867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjpPZ8h6API/AAAAAAAAAcM/ofPw8_lbzmY/s400/IMG_1867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060444438467838194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flickering, finding forward during the mesa pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rjqs8Mh6ARI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WtbO9tK2iNQ/s1600-h/IMG_2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rjqs8Mh6ARI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WtbO9tK2iNQ/s400/IMG_2045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060547281459740946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rj8jech6AdI/AAAAAAAAAd8/jmTrV9t0ILA/s1600-h/IMG_6958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rj8jech6AdI/AAAAAAAAAd8/jmTrV9t0ILA/s400/IMG_6958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061803512149180882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: Linda:&lt;i&gt; movement within stillness &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.31.07 Moab, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rjq3Lch6AVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/F_L5CSYE1js/s1600-h/IMG_6792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rjq3Lch6AVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/F_L5CSYE1js/s400/IMG_6792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060558538569023826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cards extended: Wicked Brew: &lt;i&gt; drive slowly, appear quickly&lt;/i&gt;; Kokopelli Lodge:&lt;i&gt; the practice of everyday life is worthy of being called art &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30.07 &lt;i&gt;Clean Livin'&lt;/i&gt; as Living Space at the Apex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYeC8h5_fI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Xjm8WUO7zfI/s1600-h/IMG_6506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYeC8h5_fI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Xjm8WUO7zfI/s400/IMG_6506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059264267354242546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYd7ch5_eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cFUYZM3LHLQ/s1600-h/IMG_6450_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYd7ch5_eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cFUYZM3LHLQ/s400/IMG_6450_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059264138505223650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans face urgent environmental challenges and opportunities that are global in scale.  To meet them, we will need to perform unprecedented feats of imagination, innovation, and responsiveness to each other and to the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to &lt;i&gt;Clean Livin’&lt;/i&gt; to inhabit a space that was designed to create desires and invent skills needed for imagining, innovating, and responding.  We quickly realized that the place and experience of in-habitation—of living within—is directly shaped by what is right outside, just beyond the thin skin of a WWII Quonset hut.  We sensed the natural and built environments and human relationalities of Wendover and West Wendover as also residing with us, within &lt;i&gt;Clean Livin’&lt;/i&gt;, and vividly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYl7Mh5_oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/dP0DKiijYD8/s1600-h/IMG_6059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYl7Mh5_oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/dP0DKiijYD8/s400/IMG_6059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059272930303278722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been inhabiting not only &lt;i&gt;Clean Livin’,&lt;/i&gt; but also the multiple, complex, layered, divided, relational and open Wendovers. Our space of inhabitation has become a simultaneous convergence and extension—of forces, flows, pressures, releases—not easily separated from the context of living itself. At times polarities, urgencies, ironies and absurdities verged on the overwhelming, and demanded a creative response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYfr8h5_jI/AAAAAAAAAWs/yS2WIBNd_fs/s1600-h/IMG_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYfr8h5_jI/AAAAAAAAAWs/yS2WIBNd_fs/s400/IMG_1454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059266071240506930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clean Livin’ &lt;/i&gt;is a carefully designed convergence of human and natural forces—an exquisitely concentrated zone of contact.  Its footprint is an apex of crossed, polarized, divided, and “out of relation” spheres of intensity (physical, historical, future, economic, social, cultural, environmental, visual). Their forces flow through &lt;i&gt;Clean Livin’s&lt;/i&gt;porous container. &lt;i&gt;Clean Livin’&lt;/i&gt; draws them in, then puts them into creative relation to one another in ways that are at once life-sustaining, ironic, and playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a living space as nonviolent/creative-zone-of-contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYfr8h5_iI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zrAnggpFDx8/s1600-h/IMG_1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYfr8h5_iI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zrAnggpFDx8/s400/IMG_1406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059266071240506914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clean Livin’s&lt;/i&gt; gift to artists is that it provides us with the means to sustain our focus on and at the apex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, we can embody and (re)imagine these spheres of intensity in fluid, vivid relationality.  And this might be the most powerful, urgent, and necessary action we can take as humans and as artists:  to expose our bodies and imaginations directly to sites and moments at which natural and human spheres of intensity come vividly and critically into play.  To pause at the apex.  To feel the reality of relation.  To make and create responsively there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creative response of our work is to use the arts and aesthetic experience to help people develop both the skills and the desire to live daily life in ways that create “more without excess.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYfrsh5_hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Lm3rvz-OWjk/s1600-h/IMG_1319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYfrsh5_hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Lm3rvz-OWjk/s400/IMG_1319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059266066945539602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;i&gt;Clean Livin'&lt;/i&gt; becomes an apex in Wendover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) connecting to landscape as "earth" instead of site of exploitation. Energy/resources sensed as limited, bounded, measured out- precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) existing here, not elsewhere. On the edge of a city that is a convergence of casino culture, small town, tourism, abandoned buildings, deeply charged war-time history, a randomly active airport, eerie proximity to the contemporary military industrial complex and the daily effects of a harsh penetrating desert landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) is porous, open, and filled with apertures within a fenced, guarded, controlled, restricted context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) offering simple, yet highly advanced innovations (at remote location) to fulfill human daily practice needs (outdoor pump shower, compost toilet, two-person-power bicycle for retrieving water from miles away, solar-charged batteries for electricity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) incorporating the aesthetically felt and immediately experienced inside and out. The living space is "designed" as more than one at once with recycled, found, and borrowed architectural elements (windows as apertures, portals, ventilation; tables as workspaces, eating spaces, aesthetic cuts; electricity as sun converted; bike as plaything, water-retrieving device).  A space of play and innovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) inviting change, contamination, and feedback by circulating artists into the space on a rotating basis. Inviting responses, keeping the site in the making...elsing and augmenting subsistence-living innovations from Mexico,  architectural history (Buckminster Fuller), and incorporating them into this site. Creating a context to be an artist within Wendover.  Offering a sense of distance, remoteness, and change from Wendover the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) being playful in the face of military debris, bunkers, barbed wire, guns going off, litter of bullets, army maneuvers, and rules of conformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) architecture as a ki akido move:  moving in accord with straight line energy (bullets, linear thought, rules, habitual ways, already determined policies and procedures) just enough to redirect the straight and the self in new and unexpected and poetic directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;i&gt;Clean Livin'&lt;/i&gt;experienced as existing in direct relation with other efforts to design living spaces that invite more without excess:  Bambi Airstream trailer, Chaco Canyon Pueblo Bonito great house, Sundance yurts, Rancho de Taos adobe church.  All provide inhabitable spaces within and in response to fixed quantities of resources; without excess; simple forms, curved lines meeting surrounding landscapes; anomalies within their contexts (come upon as surprises, mysteries, questions, imagination, difference); facilitating migrations and flows of humans passing through; as crossroads.  Transitional spaces--each and every--existing as relays that draw in and send out, changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYl28h5_nI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DsGrO_id5vE/s1600-h/IMG_6056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYl28h5_nI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DsGrO_id5vE/s400/IMG_6056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059272857288834674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cards extended to SimpArch: &lt;i&gt; moving through and with one another the world and humans become intense, all the participants are remodeled by it -Haraway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.29.07 Ghost Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYhP8h5_lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RkJ3oyW62NU/s1600-h/IMG_1192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYhP8h5_lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RkJ3oyW62NU/s400/IMG_1192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059267789227425362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childhood stories, fantasies, movies, games.&lt;br /&gt;wwII was a fresh memory.&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up imagining fighting wwII&lt;br /&gt;as a bomber pilot&lt;br /&gt;a soldier&lt;br /&gt;a liberator&lt;br /&gt;movies&lt;br /&gt;life magazines&lt;br /&gt;photos&lt;br /&gt;as a kid I probably watched a movie&lt;br /&gt;shot at the Wendover airfield&lt;br /&gt;about training that prepared and inspired&lt;br /&gt;about ingenuity and invention and loyalty and never giving up&lt;br /&gt;and being in the right&lt;br /&gt;and sacrificing for others&lt;br /&gt;and innocence&lt;br /&gt;simple&lt;br /&gt;clean&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;gratitude&lt;br /&gt;relief&lt;br /&gt;it was over&lt;br /&gt;we were safe&lt;br /&gt;always had been&lt;br /&gt;because of what went on at Wendover&lt;br /&gt;thank God it did&lt;br /&gt;they did&lt;br /&gt;we did&lt;br /&gt;what if we hadn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we’re living in a Quonset hut&lt;br /&gt;as artists&lt;br /&gt;it’s within sight of the Enola Gay hanger&lt;br /&gt;in the movie he hand painted his mother’s name on the nose of his plane&lt;br /&gt;“Enola Gay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYhP8h5_mI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LKACcBCrSJU/s1600-h/IMG_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYhP8h5_mI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LKACcBCrSJU/s400/IMG_1239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059267789227425378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the landscape around &lt;i&gt;Clean Livin&lt;/i&gt;’ looks like&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshima&lt;br /&gt;Auschwitz&lt;br /&gt;every Glenn Ford&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Stewart&lt;br /&gt;Roz Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why We Fight&lt;/i&gt; documentaries&lt;br /&gt;every movie set in every film&lt;br /&gt;black and white&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;especially at dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYhPsh5_kI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vi_RkPzLIYs/s1600-h/IMG_1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYhPsh5_kI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vi_RkPzLIYs/s400/IMG_1085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059267784932458050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.27.07 Salt Flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKjhsh5_aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/c1c2D3b0I5c/s1600-h/IMG_6152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKjhsh5_aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/c1c2D3b0I5c/s400/IMG_6152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058285130774871458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKotMh5_bI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lc7OogfAx98/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKotMh5_bI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lc7OogfAx98/s400/IMG_1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058290825901505970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white crust breaking. spring mud.  blinding. matte sky unlike any blue I have ever.... open-pure extension. linear. 2 colors. the apex of our journey. arrival. barrier and conveyance. extreme. intensity of line, color, and landscape- meeting of multiple ancient forces in play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.27.07 SimpArch's Clean Livin', Center for Land Use Interpretation, Wendover, UT/NV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYd2sh5_dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/tX5SismEJzU/s1600-h/IMG_6500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYd2sh5_dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/tX5SismEJzU/s400/IMG_6500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059264056900845010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYdwch5_cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/LGzZMtFeg0g/s1600-h/IMG_6399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYdwch5_cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/LGzZMtFeg0g/s400/IMG_6399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059263949526662594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYeIMh5_gI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mY-rcJEuLag/s1600-h/IMG_6582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjYeIMh5_gI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mY-rcJEuLag/s400/IMG_6582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059264357548555778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean livin' is an anomaly, an exception. Context necessitates a more intense form of play. Oasis in camouflage. An elsed quonset in the face of the entrenched realities/patterns/performances/identities radiating from desert debris, abandoned look out towers, and flashing neon.  It riffs into play, irony, baring down to meet the dry land on its own terms. It becomes a participant with a twist. Existing alongside, outside, within multiple contexts simultaneously. solar. design genius. "burn it up" indeed. life-force situated within. porous and self-contained. transitional space of the future sitting in the landscape of the past. connector for those who come and go.  Hybridity for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.27.07 Wendover UT/NV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKiL8h5_YI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ICGtG27lGIs/s1600-h/russian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKiL8h5_YI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ICGtG27lGIs/s400/russian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058283657601088898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKhuMh5_WI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6E0r8rvL2iI/s1600-h/IMG_6232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKhuMh5_WI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6E0r8rvL2iI/s400/IMG_6232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058283146499980642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKh2Mh5_XI/AAAAAAAAAVM/89TossQCJlI/s1600-h/IMG_6251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKh2Mh5_XI/AAAAAAAAAVM/89TossQCJlI/s400/IMG_6251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058283283938934130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connecting, living, lines, binaries. present/past abandoned/populated arrive/depart weath/poverty east/west in/out darkness/blinding light utah/nevada artist/military pride/shame black/white secure/exposed public/private near/far tourist/local land/humans stay/leave disappear/appear. in relation. here. alongside. ghosts. aliens. extreme. alluding horizon. lines dissolve. lines drawn. borders move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.26.07 CLUI (center for land use interpretation, Wendover, UT/NV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKg68h5_VI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kHzxRep6sO8/s1600-h/clui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKg68h5_VI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kHzxRep6sO8/s400/clui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058282266031684946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate "social experiment". it is all questions, which provide the opening for a non-violent contact zone of proximity. side by side. within. contaminated. suspension of belief required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's in that state of uncertainty that your mind is most active. That's the space of change, and anything can happen in that space.  And if we can get people untethered, even briefly, then things change slightly, individually, and perhaps even collectively down the road." -Matt Coolidge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: Matt:&lt;i&gt; the history of the body's contact of the world is the respository of all significant knowledge- Jane Tompkins &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.26.07 Sun Tunnels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKftch5_TI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lJJhm1EYqAk/s1600-h/IMG_6006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjKftch5_TI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lJJhm1EYqAk/s400/IMG_6006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058280934591823154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remote. Giant shapes dwarfed by extending landscape. full silence.  interactive rotation connecting and passing heavens to earth. a conversation. a slowing down. strong. flat rounding, up, over, through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.25.07 Spiral Jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA6EMh5_MI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gCQ6O7I1RbI/s1600-h/jetty_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA6EMh5_MI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gCQ6O7I1RbI/s400/jetty_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057606225294392514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA888h5_PI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E2vf8UGgKog/s1600-h/IMG_5834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA888h5_PI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E2vf8UGgKog/s400/IMG_5834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057609399275224306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remote. Quiet. Edge. Weighted water lapping at the shore. Crystals. The red of dreams and other planets. The shape, just under the surface. A mystic calm. A pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.25.07 Bingham Copper Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA6Rch5_NI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-ZCMKhQN2yc/s1600-h/outside_pit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA6Rch5_NI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-ZCMKhQN2yc/s400/outside_pit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057606452927659218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA6h8h5_OI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cY00gQJryO8/s1600-h/inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA6h8h5_OI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cY00gQJryO8/s400/inside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057606736395500770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerie mammoth Richard Serra's loom on the horizon. The result of humans moving into the earth for over 100 years. The earth moving back. Shaping and reshaping, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It is an operation with a clean surface. A visitor center. A viewing platform. A museum. A gift shop. It ends up being all color, shape, line, intensity, politics... beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.24.07 Yurt, Sundance, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA9gch5_RI/AAAAAAAAAUc/16_C0dvHP5I/s1600-h/belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA9gch5_RI/AAAAAAAAAUc/16_C0dvHP5I/s400/belly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057610009160580370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA92sh5_SI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OP9FPbDig0Q/s1600-h/IMG_5648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjA92sh5_SI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OP9FPbDig0Q/s400/IMG_5648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057610391412669730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take Sundance's three yurts as our focus and our impetus to create a form for our responses to &lt;i&gt;28 days&lt;/i&gt;.  We begin with polariods, drawings, and words:  image-sensations of our inhabitation of the yurt.  A hike with Jessie and Celeste to the meadow and waterfall puts our experiences of the yurts into their broader landscape and context at Sundance--and puts them into relation with Pueblo Bonito at Chaco and the Bambi Airstream at Ten Thousand Waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.23.07&lt;br /&gt;Pottery, Art Shack, Sundance Resort, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Ri2GVxA7IFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fohf3RR5TKE/s1600-h/liz_potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Ri2GVxA7IFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fohf3RR5TKE/s400/liz_potter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056845665099522130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centering energy.  Watching shapes transform.  Infinite shapes within one block of clay.  We were welcomed by a gentle guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended:  Tim:  &lt;i&gt;spin me 'round&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.22.07&lt;br /&gt;Sundance Resort, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Ri2A6RA7IEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MTRgyGCszzg/s1600-h/sundance_saves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Ri2A6RA7IEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MTRgyGCszzg/s400/sundance_saves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056839695094980674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature and creativity obey the same laws to the same end:  life.  --&lt;i&gt;Robert Redford&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more creative and sustainable for the planet than an affirmation of creativity and invention.   We've been met with resounding "yes" after "yes" at Sundance.  We shared dinner with our hosts here.  We all agree that we sense a gathering of momentum--individuals initating their own creative responses (in the spirit of Kyo--see below) to urgent needs for massive and global innovation of sustainable life practices.  We sense more openness to collaboration.  A growing network of connections around that same sense.  To share or give resources the arts and artists even when resources are scarce.  To find &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; way to say "yes" to an opportunity to create newness and difference even when rules and procedures don't yet exist to authorize that "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cards extended: Julie:&lt;i&gt; using difference to connect;&lt;/i&gt; Celeste:&lt;i&gt; humans and the world moving through one another; &lt;/i&gt;Jessie: &lt;i&gt;follow the joy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.22.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kyo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Ri16xBA7IDI/AAAAAAAAARs/gJOPaLHB44s/s1600-h/unknown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Ri16xBA7IDI/AAAAAAAAARs/gJOPaLHB44s/s400/unknown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056832939111424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce Canyon, UT&lt;br /&gt;Today we were visited by a crow.&lt;br /&gt;S/he put two kinds of law into play.  Laws that we humans call "natural laws" because they supposedly mark the absolute limits of what can occur on this planet.  And laws that we humans make and enforce.  The crow's arrival alongside our car  brought an unexpected encounter with the laws of the National Park.  We learned that how the law is taught or delivered by its enforcers is the space of play within the law.  Because it is a living space of relationality between humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crow is the sacred keeper of the law. Crow medicine signifies a first hand knowledge of a higher order of right and wrong than that indicated by the laws created in human culture. Allow the bending of physical laws to aid in creating the shape shifted world of peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, the word &lt;i&gt;Kyo&lt;/i&gt; has connotations of bravery and high intention,  of living outside the rules in order to retain the spirit of the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: &lt;i&gt;humans and the world moving through one another&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.21.07 The Rocking V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rirw7xA7H8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/e5GsAaZ9Bgw/s1600-h/rocking_v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rirw7xA7H8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/e5GsAaZ9Bgw/s400/rocking_v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056118441236963266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of vegetarian New York is discovered in Knab, UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: &lt;i&gt;"rearranging the ordinary so that moments of epiphany, strangeness, and beauty can slip in like an uninvited but welcome guest" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.21.07 Monument  Valley: Coming into Focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirosRA7HuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c6dHBf6Ig2c/s1600-h/intofocus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirosRA7HuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c6dHBf6Ig2c/s400/intofocus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056109378855968482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirpBxA7HvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kpkV-b3Eh7I/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirpBxA7HvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kpkV-b3Eh7I/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056109748223155954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smudgestudio.org/archive/passage/28days/movies/intofocus.mov" target="_blank"&gt;click here to view movie &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navajo Lands, John Ford Country, Movie set, Postcard, sacred site, trading post, tourist draw, 17 mile loop that took 4 hours, forms of monumental weight, pinnacles toward earth and sky, realizing when to stop taking photos of, the thin line of being responsive, sense of arrival without any sense of how to be “here”…we pack up to leave before arriving.  And he walks up to the car window.  Silver turquoise necklaces, quiet voice, offering. Mustering the approach day after day. A young Navajo artist who has been told "no" before. Responding habitually, we ask each other if we want one, ask him “did you make them?”, after hesitation, we say “no thank you”.  He turns away.  Urge to depart. Urge to act differently.  A break…a coming into focus. “We have just been approached by a human”. We quickly gather work to offer back, artist to artist.  A blue "extension" card: “Life force as texture, color, shape, edge, surface, depth, form."   A hand-filled bag of green leaf tea.  We tell him “we drink it when we are trying to get inspired”.  His quiet smile cracks the universe open,  “You’re artists? I am an artist too”. A pause. An arrival. A departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended:  &lt;i&gt;Life force as texture, color, shape, edge, surface, depth, form.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.20.07 Chaco Canyon, like the clouds, ephemerality lasting over 1150 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirY5hA7HsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/v5XG0RyNfkQ/s1600-h/IMG_5190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirY5hA7HsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/v5XG0RyNfkQ/s400/IMG_5190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056092014303190722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intensity. Walking within. Charged silence. Charged light. Charged wind signaling, running rough and smooth over rocks, over and though, the sharp winded wings of black circling birds. Mystery hangs. Projecting imaginations into living ruins, but settling for the ever unknowable. Intellect over intuition. Weathered colors, crumbling, sharp ascent, climb to see the aerial encircle. We are outside, but in relation. Distant views and expanses. Passing though and into the Labyrinth.  Ancient, taking in, to a deeper core. Not in psychic sync. Always whispering, alive-still. Roads of arrival. Leaving a mark, more than traces  remain. Cycles. Universal tapping into. Lunar, solar, north, trade, sense of discovery, in play with the present. Enormity. Power-center.  Pushed out by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirsXRA7HyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QsgztMufoeo/s1600-h/chaco_color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirsXRA7HyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QsgztMufoeo/s400/chaco_color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056113416125226786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landscape as Architecture:&lt;br /&gt;Canyon as a “great house”, built structures as rooms within the canyon, roads as architectural elements,  landforms as architecture-spaces of inhabitation and daily practice.  Built forms oriented to move in accord with natural forms. Architectural colors mirror, blend, and extend into the surrounding landforms.  Crossroads channel human movements and exchanges, moving also in accord with sun, moon, and origin stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: Russ &lt;i&gt; by moving in accord we release yet unlived potentials for sustainable life practices &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.19.07&lt;br /&gt;Bambi as a force in play; 150 square feet of intensive inhabitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirrXRA7HwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1N2Om2HvyaY/s1600-h/texture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirrXRA7HwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1N2Om2HvyaY/s400/texture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056112316613598978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rirr4xA7HxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nU8-ds-2928/s1600-h/backwindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rirr4xA7HxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nU8-ds-2928/s400/backwindow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056112892139216658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We experienced the space as putting many forces into play…movement  in play with function, color in play with scale (small space became playful and cheery)…inside in play with outside through a thin skin and reflective surface…mobility in play with accommodation and inhabitation..curved forms of cabinets and surfaces in accomodating relation to human bodies as we moved about and brushed past ... windows and apertures in play with light, time of day and weather…site of relaxation and retreat in play with affordability and access…cozy in play with the compact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curved cabinet edges, skylights, aluminum exterior, orange, blue, yellow, green, rounded geometric patterns, lava lamp, fresh fruit, warm interior, situated in forest within steps of spa, private outdoor seating area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cards extended: Kathyrn, Elizabeth, Deborah: &lt;i&gt; follow the joy, the practice of everyday art is worthy of being called art, the "relation" = the smallest unit of experience scale up &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.17.07, Georgia O'Keeffe Home and Studio, Abiquiu, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiaIEGSOnBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OEQjmCX4zDI/s1600-h/pinecone_rebecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiaIEGSOnBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OEQjmCX4zDI/s400/pinecone_rebecca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054877235757882386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rules.  regulations.  habits.  institutions.&lt;br /&gt;We are living &lt;i&gt;28 days&lt;/i&gt; as we are right now because individual humans are finding ways to make collaborative exchanges with us as artists as we are in the midst of our project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We and our project were met by an amazing human today.   Her gesture toward us released forces too joyful and alive for rules and conventions.  She set life-filled forces in play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became one of the many humans who are responding to us as artists not in the usual ways (grants, applications, review committees).  But in un-usual ways (micro-residencies, an offer of rates reserved for "friends and family," an invitation to enter his personal space and ancestral home to hear his stories in their context, a creative bending of the rule that would otherwise make something in our project impossible).  These human(e) acts are opening up not only unexpected routes for our project--but unexpected and joyful connections with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe humans are sensing that institutions, habits, rules, regulations are no longer capable of meeting some of the most urgent needs of each other, cultures, and the planet.  Individuals seem to be finding creative, idiosyncratic ways to break and enter ...  break rules that only further endanger people, cultures, and the environment ... enter into connections never meant to be made.  Using our own judgements, we are exploring:  can this rule be bent, can this unusual way of collaborating be entertained, might doing this be fun and if so, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: &lt;i&gt;tracestracestraces of meeting and being met  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.17.07, Downtown Subscription, Santa Fe, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiZ1pGSOm_I/AAAAAAAAANs/VbzcK39R4ZM/s1600-h/tea_extension.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiZ1pGSOm_I/AAAAAAAAANs/VbzcK39R4ZM/s400/tea_extension.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054856980692114418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complimentary tea on customer appreciation day.&lt;br /&gt;A card left in the tip jar. card extended: &lt;i&gt; more without excess &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.16.07, Taos Pueblo, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiQDImSOm2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/GkLJtnEzAZI/s1600-h/IMG_4695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiQDImSOm2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/GkLJtnEzAZI/s400/IMG_4695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054168128067378018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smudgestudio.org/passage/28days/sound/stream.html" target="_blank"&gt;In a telling that flowed like a stream he said.... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:  It was 1000 years. 800 years. It was today. It was 4 days of non-stop rain after 'gramps' went "home". It was foot races arriving on St. Geronimo day, coming again this September 30th. It was Roosevelt, the draft.  We saw brown eyes and heard softening voice. He was going somewhere deep within while still reaching out.  He said it was conquistadors, pueblos shining like gold, mistaken for Eldorado, falling into massacre. It was God talking to "all the people of the world in their own languages".  It was baked bread. It was an invitation into, that is not usually offered. We sensed a mutual transformation. It was smooth and fluid like the river flowing between the pueblos. It was effortless. It was an unexpected meeting and moving through one another. It was an exchange. It was not a fix, a correction, an understanding, an apology, or an excuse. It contained no ugliness and never had to. There is no need, he said. It unfolded "in the traditional way" - for the future. It was a meeting here, in this existence, because, " this existence is worth more than all the money in the world". It was a deep pause. It was a practice of relationality unfolding delicately, responsively. It was life-forces meeting in the present tense as strangers. It was a stepping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: &lt;i&gt; Stillness within Movement &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.16.07, Ranchos de Taos, Taos, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiPC12SOmuI/AAAAAAAAALk/6ElhMk7N5HU/s1600-h/rancho_overlay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiPC12SOmuI/AAAAAAAAALk/6ElhMk7N5HU/s400/rancho_overlay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054097437200653026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was pulled towards. It was shape, all shape. She wasn't thinking, just moving towards. It was light, form, color, texture. It was dream, imaginations projected, histories read in books and paintings. It was now. Before her. It was her body moving around it. There were cars, people, power lines, interiors, entrances and crosses. She didn't sense any of them, they didn't exist.  Three large rectangles and four rounded cones, in symbiotic rhythm and dance together, did exist. They were presence. They existed, they had LIFE-FORCE. Cameras clicked, but fell away.  She took out sketch book and pen. Surprisingly compelled. There were forces in play, with her, between her. She sensed and translated: line, gesture and sensation to paper.  Only standing here, in this place, could she do this. Only here, moving in relation, seeing these shapes, feeling them loom against this blue sky in this light would she be compelled to "draw".  Drawing became gesture, response, image - making. This wasn't a building. It was sun. It was earth. It was living - all and everything. Filled with wonder, filled with aliveness, filled with making- this site activated a life-force within her. It was trans-formatiive. She then stepped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.15.07,  Don, Georgia O'Keeffe Museum, Santa Fe, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiPQpWSOmwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VVZEF3JuAfc/s1600-h/don_extension.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiPQpWSOmwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VVZEF3JuAfc/s400/don_extension.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054112615615077122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gestured towards us and opened not only space, but eyes and minds. He offered his insights of observation, gently. He opened the 'age old question', "What can be art?",  while standing in The Museum. It was unexpected and welcome. It was responsive and genuine, without pretension. It was more than "a job" - his life-force moved accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: &lt;i&gt; Extending imagnination from close to far, here to there, self to other &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.13.07 Chalmers Capital Ford, Sante Fe, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiQLSWSOm5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ox0y0YcB798/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiQLSWSOm5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ox0y0YcB798/s400/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054177091664124818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked in without expectations. They were met, exceeded, gifted. It was total support without question. It was the dealership without a pitch. The artists were unleashed, sent on their way- out into the world- in motion with &lt;i&gt;cool blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: &lt;i&gt;by moving in accord we release as yet unlived potentials for sustainable life practices&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.12.07, Dunshee's B&amp;amp;B, Santa Fe, NM. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiPE-2SOmvI/AAAAAAAAALs/CCVnNGA5aFA/s1600-h/gestureof_welcome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiPE-2SOmvI/AAAAAAAAALs/CCVnNGA5aFA/s400/gestureof_welcome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054099790842731250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late, becoming early. They had been traveling for many hours. They arrived at the doorstep to an unfamiliar place, far from home. Snow fell on christmas lights and the smell of rich smoke filled the night air.  They passed under the archway to the door to discover a note pinned to the wood.  The note addressed them personally. It was a welcoming, from a stranger, at the end of one long journey- and at the beginning of another. In this context, in this moment, the note was received as an extension beyond the commonplace, beyond the everyday. Through the traces of this stranger's handwriting they found a gesture of welcome, beginning, and relationality. It was a passing into &lt;i&gt; 28 days. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: &lt;i&gt; Sante Fe: Aperture.  Opening, passage, portal, retreat, exposure, interval&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.10.07, Brooklyn, NY.  &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiPrnWSOmyI/AAAAAAAAAME/6M7-zDc-4L4/s1600-h/tonya_gesture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiPrnWSOmyI/AAAAAAAAAME/6M7-zDc-4L4/s400/tonya_gesture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054142268069288738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of  departure for &lt;i&gt; 28 days &lt;/i&gt; Tanya visits. She tells us it is the year of the moth.&lt;br /&gt;"Soon you will start seeing them.   I did before I left," she said, looking into the distance.  "I like them because they can disappear so quickly.  You see them flutter and then they are gone. They leave you wondering if they were really here."  She made a fluid, winged gesture with her hand, sat back and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days into &lt;i&gt;28 days.&lt;/i&gt;  we have encountered forces in play and have become them ourselves.  We have found ourselves moving in accord and those around us moving too. We are continuously surprised how events have unfolded, changed us, and met us, already.   Our encounters are becoming the moths Tanya told us about.   They step forward to meet us, we meet them, we exchange, and then we all step away. Changed. These experience are intense flickers of here and gone, now and then, self and stranger. Passing through one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card extended: &lt;i&gt;Practice as Passage &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-3347131938432564527?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/3347131938432564527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=3347131938432564527&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/3347131938432564527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/3347131938432564527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/chronicle-of-28-days.html' title='Chronicle of 28 days'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZiEch6A3I/AAAAAAAAAhM/0PdHw0T1F4c/s72-c/IMG_3161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-8149874933298457494</id><published>2007-12-09T20:07:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:06:30.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the feasibility project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/SMCGDqGq9kI/AAAAAAAAAxk/6txQIFp5f_Y/s1600-h/-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/R1yTkVc8q4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/byr5-VhDHgs/s400/IMG_0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142147126993398658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/R1yTf1c8q3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/otH0ul1dpC8/s1600-h/IMG_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/R1yTf1c8q3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/otH0ul1dpC8/s400/IMG_0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142147049683987314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/R1yRwFc8q2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/7OXu7NgBB6s/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/R1yUfFc8q6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/S0QG8gVcILM/s400/fridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142148136310713250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/R1yTpVc8q5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/eUiTFXpwOUs/s1600-h/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-8149874933298457494?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/8149874933298457494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=8149874933298457494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/8149874933298457494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/8149874933298457494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/12/feasibility-project.html' title='the feasibility project'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/SMCGDqGq9kI/AAAAAAAAAxk/6txQIFp5f_Y/s72-c/-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-7340165767702286633</id><published>2007-05-12T17:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:17:20.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007_04_16_archive.html" target ="_blank"&gt;28 days,&lt;/a&gt; towards 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.26.07 National Seashore Edge, Wellfleet, MA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlmS46eE_gI/AAAAAAAAAis/Xxnh9GjKx_4/s1600-h/edge"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlmS46eE_gI/AAAAAAAAAis/Xxnh9GjKx_4/s400/edge" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069244362047946242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlmPXKeE_eI/AAAAAAAAAic/z_g4PiASLns/s1600-h/IMG_8359"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlmPXKeE_eI/AAAAAAAAAic/z_g4PiASLns/s400/IMG_8359" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069240483692477922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.22.07 Day 1 of Urban Composting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlNbnKeE_dI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HrKlzdqx1Lc/s1600-h/compost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlNbnKeE_dI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HrKlzdqx1Lc/s400/compost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067494734105476562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.22.07 Waiting for the hot water to arrive to the 4th floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlLwu6eE_cI/AAAAAAAAAiM/KiEYcU1SO84/s1600-h/sundance_fall"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlLwu6eE_cI/AAAAAAAAAiM/KiEYcU1SO84/s400/sundance_fall" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067377219505290690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlLwqKeE_bI/AAAAAAAAAiE/R8HOdGeA60A/s1600-h/faucet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlLwqKeE_bI/AAAAAAAAAiE/R8HOdGeA60A/s400/faucet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067377137900912050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Following dream waters upstream, the historian will learn to distinguish the vast register of their voices. As his ear is attuned to the music of deep waters, he will hear a discordant sound that is foreign to waters, that reverberates through the plumbing of modern cities.  He will recognize that the H20 which gurgles through Dallas plumbing is not water, but a stuff which industrial society creates.  He will realize that the twentieth century has transmogrified water into a fluid with which archetypal waters cannot be mixed."&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan Illich, &lt;i&gt;H2o and the Waters of Forgetfullness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.17.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There are moments in history when a crack in time seems to open and swallow the known world: &lt;br /&gt;solid-seeming institutions, rotted from within, collapse or are discarded; &lt;br /&gt;settled beliefs are unsettled; &lt;br /&gt;old truths are discovered to be provisional; &lt;br /&gt;acts that were forbidden are permitted or even required; &lt;br /&gt;boundaries thought impassable are passed without comment; &lt;br /&gt;and outrageous and unreal events, seeming to belong more to comic books than to reality, flood in profusion from some portal of the future that no one was guarding or even watching. . . .  &lt;br /&gt;Bold authors step in to set up the architecture of the future, or, far more likely, unexpected shocks, often violent, cut short deliberation to dictate the shapes of things to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are times that call for exceptional vigilance, because what is at stake is not just who will win and who will lose but the rules by which everyone will have to play from then on. &lt;br /&gt;What is decided then, whether by accident or design, will be decided for a long time; what is founded then will endure; and what disappears then will likely be gone forever."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Johathan Schell, "Why War is Futile," Harpers v.306, n.1834, March, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.12.07  Brooklyn, NY&lt;br /&gt;towards 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZmzsh6A4I/AAAAAAAAAhU/56_mB02VhwE/s1600-h/IMG_3168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZmzsh6A4I/AAAAAAAAAhU/56_mB02VhwE/s400/IMG_3168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063847869337437058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZmzsh6A5I/AAAAAAAAAhc/SMYwsoW8oLw/s1600-h/IMG_3186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZmzsh6A5I/AAAAAAAAAhc/SMYwsoW8oLw/s400/IMG_3186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063847869337437074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;urban land art, Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZmzsh6A6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/BkJiwlu6-N8/s1600-h/IMG_3190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkZmzsh6A6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/BkJiwlu6-N8/s400/IMG_3190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063847869337437090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cliff dwellers, Brooklyn, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkfFHsh6A8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/SfB_9yjoXeE/s1600-h/red_rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RkfFHsh6A8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/SfB_9yjoXeE/s400/red_rock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064233042004542402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;red rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-7340165767702286633?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/7340165767702286633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=7340165767702286633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/7340165767702286633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/7340165767702286633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/05/beyond-28-days-towards-2010.html' title='Beyond'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RlmS46eE_gI/AAAAAAAAAis/Xxnh9GjKx_4/s72-c/edge' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-5660856350085426114</id><published>2007-04-15T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:11:10.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomadic Inhabitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RidqaRA7HmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hpYYDTJFZQ8/s1600-h/stream_sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RidqaRA7HmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hpYYDTJFZQ8/s400/stream_sky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055126106223091298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiQKRmSOm4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/3Nf0VLD-rbw/s1600-h/tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiQKRmSOm4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/3Nf0VLD-rbw/s400/tea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054175979267595138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiPA2WSOmsI/AAAAAAAAALU/BWdOEiv_4n0/s1600-h/IMG_4595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiPA2WSOmsI/AAAAAAAAALU/BWdOEiv_4n0/s400/IMG_4595.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054095246767332034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing Tea in Transit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-5660856350085426114?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/5660856350085426114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=5660856350085426114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/5660856350085426114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/5660856350085426114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/nomadic-inhabitation.html' title='Nomadic Inhabitation'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RidqaRA7HmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hpYYDTJFZQ8/s72-c/stream_sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-139842909447664917</id><published>2007-04-14T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:12:11.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aesthetics of Hybridity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiZ1GWSOm-I/AAAAAAAAANk/ZlsnOcY0R_I/s1600-h/aesthetic_blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiZ1GWSOm-I/AAAAAAAAANk/ZlsnOcY0R_I/s400/aesthetic_blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054856383691660258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiP_LmSOm1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/dgyR3NG2M4A/s1600-h/hybrid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiP_LmSOm1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/dgyR3NG2M4A/s400/hybrid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054163781560474450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ascended the hill from  Santuario de Chimayo without generating more- more pollution: more sound, more chemicals, more human presence. They left the sacred site &lt;i&gt; differently. &lt;/i&gt; The vehicle, though mammoth feeling, weighing more than a ton, moved lightly and gently. It easily rolled up the hill without a sound. They left in awe of its grace. No sound came from its engine. No sound came from its passengers. They listened and paused, feeling their weight moving forward and up together. The quiet air offered space to think and feel, reflect on their experience and encounter without background disturbance. It was a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiP_HmSOm0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6_OOwG4GLpU/s1600-h/chimayo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiP_HmSOm0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6_OOwG4GLpU/s400/chimayo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054163712840997698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RidqiBA7HnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/no4tXnnueDk/s1600-h/roof_aesthetic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RidqiBA7HnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/no4tXnnueDk/s400/roof_aesthetic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055126239367077490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-139842909447664917?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/139842909447664917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=139842909447664917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/139842909447664917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/139842909447664917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/aesthetics-of-hybridity.html' title='The Aesthetics of Hybridity'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiZ1GWSOm-I/AAAAAAAAANk/ZlsnOcY0R_I/s72-c/aesthetic_blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-103047120879687554</id><published>2007-04-13T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:51:36.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality/Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjiJKch6ALI/AAAAAAAAAbs/DAhspt5U1nk/s1600-h/IMG_6677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjgZdMh6ABI/AAAAAAAAAac/vDXCBK53QjU/s400/IMG_6250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059822170721091602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiRHGGSOm8I/AAAAAAAAANU/GTZpUoqAkoo/s1600-h/reality_pass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiRHGGSOm8I/AAAAAAAAANU/GTZpUoqAkoo/s400/reality_pass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054242851908393922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-103047120879687554?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/103047120879687554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=103047120879687554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/103047120879687554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/103047120879687554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/realityfiction.html' title='Reality/Fiction'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjiJKch6ALI/AAAAAAAAAbs/DAhspt5U1nk/s72-c/IMG_6677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-4768670498443921204</id><published>2007-04-12T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:46:56.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Sites of Contact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiRDI2SOm7I/AAAAAAAAANM/LvPLkDsqmto/s1600-h/vortexofsmudge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiRDI2SOm7I/AAAAAAAAANM/LvPLkDsqmto/s400/vortexofsmudge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054238501106523058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-4768670498443921204?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/4768670498443921204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=4768670498443921204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/4768670498443921204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/4768670498443921204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/moving-sites-of-contact.html' title='Moving Sites of Contact'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiRDI2SOm7I/AAAAAAAAANM/LvPLkDsqmto/s72-c/vortexofsmudge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-3986189952682422353</id><published>2007-04-11T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:17:28.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life-Force in the Inanimate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirvwhA7H4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/pSq24m1a3ck/s1600-h/IMG_5010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirvwhA7H4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/pSq24m1a3ck/s400/IMG_5010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056117148451807106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiQJxmSOm3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/IREQjDqjBho/s1600-h/IMG_4662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiQJxmSOm3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/IREQjDqjBho/s400/IMG_4662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054175429511781234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiQxaWSOm6I/AAAAAAAAANE/7-z9c5oc1mU/s1600-h/smoosh_lean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiQxaWSOm6I/AAAAAAAAANE/7-z9c5oc1mU/s400/smoosh_lean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054219010544933794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-3986189952682422353?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/3986189952682422353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=3986189952682422353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/3986189952682422353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/3986189952682422353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-force-in-inanimate.html' title='Life-Force in the Inanimate'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirvwhA7H4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/pSq24m1a3ck/s72-c/IMG_5010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-5171418127358689134</id><published>2007-04-10T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:26:53.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro to 28 Days</title><content type='html'>. . . the capacity of life to go beyond its human, recognizable, already given forms . . . &lt;br /&gt;--Claire Colebrook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhbsS_QBnQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1jQzlnz2t50/s1600-h/media_pass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhbsS_QBnQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1jQzlnz2t50/s400/media_pass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050483843103038722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 28 days, we will practice relational aesthetics throughout the American Southwest. &lt;br /&gt;We will use media to explore and release life's capacities to go beyond its human, recognizable, already given forms and practices.  &lt;br /&gt;During 28 days, we will both stage and creatively respond to encounters among natural, built, and human forces.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhbsWPQBnRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/h-uCnxwBtT0/s1600-h/jetty_orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhbsWPQBnRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/h-uCnxwBtT0/s400/jetty_orange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050483898937613586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhbsOPQBnPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8xRoleTvRTU/s1600-h/bingham.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhbsOPQBnPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8xRoleTvRTU/s400/bingham.gif.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050483761498660082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forces we will encounter:   &lt;br /&gt;light&lt;br /&gt;wind &lt;br /&gt;landscape&lt;br /&gt;movement&lt;br /&gt;color&lt;br /&gt;collaboration&lt;br /&gt;attraction&lt;br /&gt;daily life practices&lt;br /&gt;architecture&lt;br /&gt;histories&lt;br /&gt;time &lt;br /&gt;present and unleash potentials for already given forms and ways of being to breach into newness and surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhbsI_QBnOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/o48HZtB8C1A/s1600-h/tent_calm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhbsI_QBnOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/o48HZtB8C1A/s400/tent_calm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050483671304346850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 28 days we will move creatively and in accord with these forces in ways that "open whole new and hidden lines of becoming, thoroughly beyond recognition" (Colebrook).  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;All in the name of inventing living spaces and practices that are more without excess. &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smudgestudio.org/passage/morethan.html" target="_blank"&gt; (view project description)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-5171418127358689134?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/5171418127358689134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=5171418127358689134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/5171418127358689134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/5171418127358689134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/intro-to-28-days.html' title='Intro to 28 Days'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhbsS_QBnQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1jQzlnz2t50/s72-c/media_pass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-3204851665790193238</id><published>2007-04-09T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:47:05.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Collaboration</title><content type='html'>"...keeping it an ongoing open process. Not finishing, just starting over and over." -Gordon Matta-Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhuZwWSOmoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AOtt7DBoI_I/s1600-h/chaco_fromsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhuZwWSOmoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AOtt7DBoI_I/s400/chaco_fromsky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051800462920948354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;humans and the world . . . moving through one another (Pueblo Bonito, Chaco Canyon)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collaboration is a force. &lt;br&gt; It has surprised us and transformed &lt;i&gt; 28 days. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with:&lt;br /&gt;Don Chalmers Ford, Santa Fe&lt;br /&gt;Ten Thousand Waves, Santa Fe&lt;br /&gt;Chaco Canyon National Monument&lt;br /&gt;Sundance Preserve&lt;br /&gt;The Center for Land Use Interpretation (CLUI)&lt;br /&gt;SIMPARCH&lt;br /&gt;Laybourne, Telluride,&lt;br /&gt;we have collaboratively shaped:&lt;br /&gt;-which sites we will inhabit&lt;br /&gt;-the duration of each inhabitation&lt;br /&gt;-the forms of aesthetic response we will make&lt;br /&gt;-contexts for sharing our project with the public along the way&lt;br /&gt;-the embodied experiences we will have access to from site to site&lt;br /&gt;-the amount of resources available to us for creative experimentation&lt;br /&gt;-an envelope of support and excitement that will follow us for 28 days&lt;br /&gt;-a sense of making "for" an audience that we do not presume to know, but exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhuMMWSOmnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XDOYM6Ofr5A/s1600-h/clui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhuMMWSOmnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XDOYM6Ofr5A/s400/clui.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051785550794496626" /&gt; image from http://www.clui.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Through these exchanges we have experienced collaboration not just as a force, but as a &lt;i&gt; force in play.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-collaboration has become open-ended, exploratory, without predetermined goals&lt;br /&gt;-we have sensed collaborators sharing resources and ideas by opening new channels and forms of support for us as artists, for the environment, and the arts in general by going beyond "the usual way of doing things".&lt;br /&gt;-collaboration as a force in play finds slippage within institutional guidelines and habits, making it a site of experimentation &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;28 days&lt;/i&gt; puts collaborators in play with one another releasing new modes of relationality among strangers&lt;br /&gt;-as artists we will move in accord with and make something of these forces of collaboration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Collaboration as a force in play] is a game we invent to endear ourselves to each other and to our ideas." -Gordon Matta-Clark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-3204851665790193238?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/3204851665790193238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=3204851665790193238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/3204851665790193238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/3204851665790193238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/collaboration.html' title='Collaboration'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhuZwWSOmoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AOtt7DBoI_I/s72-c/chaco_fromsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-6712095363770181613</id><published>2007-04-08T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:22:47.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutual Contamination</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;An excerpt from "Betrayed:  The Iraqis Who Trusted America the Most"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by George Packer, &lt;i&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;American institutions in Vietnam were just as unresponsive as they are in Iraq, but, on an individual level, Americans did far more to evacuate their Vietnamese counterparts.  In Saigon they had girlfriends, wives, friends, whereas Americans and Iraqis have established only work relationships, which end when the American rotate out after six months or a year.  In the wide-open atmosphere of Saigon, many officials ... broke rules or risked their lives to save people close to them.  Americans in Baghdad don't have such discipline problems.  A former Embassy official pointed out that cell phones and e-mail connect officials in Iraq to their bosses there or in Washington around the clock.  "When you can always connect, you can always pass the buck," he said.  For all their technology, the Americans in Baghdad know far less about the Iraqis than those in Saigon knew about the Vietnamese. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To receive this briefing, I had passed through three security doors into the Embassy's classified section, where there were no Iraqis and no natural light; it seemed as if every molecule of Baghdad air had been sealed off behind the last security door... A former official at the Embassy told me, "When we say that the corridors of power are insulated, is it that the officials aren't&lt;br /&gt;receiving the information, or is it because the construct under which they're operating doesn't even allow them to absorb it?" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutual contamination.  Exposure.  Going out.  To meet.  To be met.  To be con-tam-inated (from &lt;i&gt;con-&lt;/i&gt; "together with" + the base of &lt;i&gt;tangere&lt;/i&gt; "to touch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one alive is exempt from life:  from responding, over and over, every day, to another . . . to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;28 days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;puts mutual contamination into play &lt;br /&gt;its force is the going out &lt;br /&gt;to meet and be met&lt;br /&gt;an invitation to mutually contaminating exposures&lt;br /&gt;to the world, to strangers, to each other, to works made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;28 days&lt;/i&gt; is an intentional, delicate going out &lt;br /&gt;a moving toward what gives more life, more joy, more life-force, more change, more difference, more contamination&lt;br /&gt;not as solution for sealed doors, insulations, or exemptions from responsiveness&lt;br /&gt;but as ephemeral practice&lt;br /&gt;to be re-made every day&lt;br /&gt;because, not being an answer or cure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;28 days&lt;/i&gt; is nothing more nor less than the choice to carry over to tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;not today's shootings&lt;br /&gt;but today's traces of meeting and being met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiRLZWSOm9I/AAAAAAAAANc/eMB3MCw4vhE/s1600-h/mutual_contaminate_lean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiRLZWSOm9I/AAAAAAAAANc/eMB3MCw4vhE/s400/mutual_contaminate_lean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054247580667386834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;28 days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exposing bodies to&lt;br /&gt;proximities of&lt;br /&gt;thunder clap&lt;br /&gt;lightning bolt&lt;br /&gt;exhale&lt;br /&gt;pausing with &lt;br /&gt;rain storm&lt;br /&gt;tornado&lt;br /&gt;copper mine&lt;br /&gt;starry night&lt;br /&gt;sunrise&lt;br /&gt;sunset&lt;br /&gt;glimmering lake&lt;br /&gt;spent uranium&lt;br /&gt;ancient&lt;br /&gt;valley &lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;white &lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;nuclear history&lt;br /&gt;passing through&lt;br /&gt;ceiling fan&lt;br /&gt;pausing longer than&lt;br /&gt;to bring to &lt;br /&gt;be changed by&lt;br /&gt;life-force overtakes&lt;br /&gt;toasting of tea cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning&lt;br /&gt;towards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light&lt;br /&gt;wind &lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;what is alive&lt;br /&gt;bodies as dowsing &lt;br /&gt;as sensors&lt;br /&gt;of places and times &lt;br /&gt;where the world’s life-force&lt;br /&gt;forces of emergence&lt;br /&gt;of a place &lt;br /&gt;as event&lt;br /&gt;continuously unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating&lt;br /&gt;drinking&lt;br /&gt;bathing&lt;br /&gt;rising &lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;making&lt;br /&gt;in ways that move in accord&lt;br /&gt;mutually contaminate&lt;br /&gt;leave traces&lt;br /&gt;slough off&lt;br /&gt;creatively make &lt;br /&gt;in response to&lt;br /&gt;shapes&lt;br /&gt;colors&lt;br /&gt;movements&lt;br /&gt;scale&lt;br /&gt;rhythm&lt;br /&gt;forces of a place&lt;br /&gt;as we pass through &lt;br /&gt;its materiality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth needs human bodies to move accordingly to &lt;br /&gt;its (life) forces&lt;br /&gt;landscape&lt;br /&gt;environment&lt;br /&gt;d a i l y &lt;br /&gt;in mundane ways&lt;br /&gt;in domestic living spaces&lt;br /&gt;not as commercialized and privatized&lt;br /&gt;“green” home furnishings &lt;br /&gt;but as continuously creating&lt;br /&gt;and extending&lt;br /&gt;relays and exchanges&lt;br /&gt;scaling up&lt;br /&gt;all that moves accordingly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-6712095363770181613?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/6712095363770181613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=6712095363770181613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/6712095363770181613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/6712095363770181613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/mutual-contamination.html' title='Mutual Contamination'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiRLZWSOm9I/AAAAAAAAANc/eMB3MCw4vhE/s72-c/mutual_contaminate_lean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-4812199335318557055</id><published>2007-04-07T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:12:09.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirslhA7HzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PVnAjoF2GSM/s1600-h/IMG_5293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirslhA7HzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PVnAjoF2GSM/s400/IMG_5293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056113660938362674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny dot moving along the surface of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiruihA7H2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/swxQwtd_ogE/s1600-h/tea_scale_chaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiruihA7H2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/swxQwtd_ogE/s400/tea_scale_chaco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056115808422010722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-4812199335318557055?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/4812199335318557055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=4812199335318557055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/4812199335318557055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/4812199335318557055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/scale.html' title='Scale'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirslhA7HzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/PVnAjoF2GSM/s72-c/IMG_5293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-1128962396416435401</id><published>2007-04-06T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:54:51.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forces in Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjiKE8h6AMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/itLWtlKXDSA/s1600-h/IMG_6739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjiKE8h6AMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/itLWtlKXDSA/s400/IMG_6739.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059945998923202754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjgY8ch6AAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8rTJsNRo3Mo/s1600-h/IMG_6740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjgY8ch6AAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8rTJsNRo3Mo/s400/IMG_6740.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059821608080375810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhwDomSOmrI/AAAAAAAAALM/X3zXSEERPl8/s1600-h/forcesinplayl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RhwDomSOmrI/AAAAAAAAALM/X3zXSEERPl8/s400/forcesinplayl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051916878009506482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-1128962396416435401?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/1128962396416435401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=1128962396416435401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/1128962396416435401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/1128962396416435401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/forces-in-play_10.html' title='Forces in Play'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjiKE8h6AMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/itLWtlKXDSA/s72-c/IMG_6739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-4436889020924103881</id><published>2007-04-05T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:50:56.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjgYj8h5__I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Mm3UEewexLQ/s1600-h/IMG_6695.jpg_1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiolEBA7HqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/v4eyOm-8uOE/s400/IMG_5035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055894282598817442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Riok-hA7HpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ECTw5y57sSw/s1600-h/IMG_5110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Riok-hA7HpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ECTw5y57sSw/s400/IMG_5110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055894188109536914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiolJhA7HrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0r_KYVkZgPc/s1600-h/IMG_5026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiolJhA7HrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0r_KYVkZgPc/s400/IMG_5026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055894377088097970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-4436889020924103881?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/4436889020924103881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=4436889020924103881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/4436889020924103881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/4436889020924103881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/color.html' title='Color'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjgYj8h5__I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Mm3UEewexLQ/s72-c/IMG_6695.jpg_1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-467470502390312626</id><published>2007-04-04T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:04:56.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadside Anomalies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjAyssh5_LI/AAAAAAAAATs/WBAxcVTVg5U/s1600-h/IMG_5788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjAyssh5_LI/AAAAAAAAATs/WBAxcVTVg5U/s400/IMG_5788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057598124986072242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjAyHch5_KI/AAAAAAAAATk/7acxhf3nJs8/s1600-h/IMG_5798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjAyHch5_KI/AAAAAAAAATk/7acxhf3nJs8/s400/IMG_5798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057597485035945122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjAx48h5_JI/AAAAAAAAATc/ba7aGLeZvzk/s1600-h/IMG_5703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjAx48h5_JI/AAAAAAAAATc/ba7aGLeZvzk/s400/IMG_5703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057597235927841938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Encountering landforms that incite desperate attempts to document the passing shapes. This response seems to never measure up to what exists outside the window, but does end up tracing the moment of surprise and the alien landscape in movement.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Riry3hA7IAI/AAAAAAAAARU/dsptsW4iYac/s1600-h/roadside_fajada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Riry3hA7IAI/AAAAAAAAARU/dsptsW4iYac/s400/roadside_fajada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056120567245774850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirwphA7H7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/5SwgGe_8CL0/s1600-h/IMG_5381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirwphA7H7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/5SwgGe_8CL0/s400/IMG_5381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056118127704350642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirwaRA7H6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/VmKpP2iMJLI/s1600-h/IMG_5280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirwaRA7H6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/VmKpP2iMJLI/s400/IMG_5280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056117865711345570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirwURA7H5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/M5CPHLfpP5M/s1600-h/IMG_5273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirwURA7H5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/M5CPHLfpP5M/s400/IMG_5273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056117762632130450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-467470502390312626?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/467470502390312626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=467470502390312626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/467470502390312626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/467470502390312626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/roadside-anomalies.html' title='Roadside Anomalies'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RjAyssh5_LI/AAAAAAAAATs/WBAxcVTVg5U/s72-c/IMG_5788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-4204765197144470830</id><published>2007-04-03T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:25:47.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirxxxA7H-I/AAAAAAAAARE/1XHI4jXMN_g/s1600-h/IMG_5283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirxxxA7H-I/AAAAAAAAARE/1XHI4jXMN_g/s400/IMG_5283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056119368949899234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirxrBA7H9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6Xwk0ctny1o/s1600-h/IMG_5266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirxrBA7H9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6Xwk0ctny1o/s400/IMG_5266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056119252985782226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-4204765197144470830?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/4204765197144470830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=4204765197144470830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/4204765197144470830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/4204765197144470830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/04/passing-through.html' title='Passing Through'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RirxxxA7H-I/AAAAAAAAARE/1XHI4jXMN_g/s72-c/IMG_5283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-7961002528605108045</id><published>2007-03-29T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:13:02.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extensions through color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rgu3e_bjOhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Wi6Aj5eOq84/s1600-h/IMG_4186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rgu3e_bjOhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Wi6Aj5eOq84/s400/IMG_4186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047329550449719826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rgu3X_bjOgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rQH2qicrYqc/s1600-h/IMG_4210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rgu3X_bjOgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rQH2qicrYqc/s400/IMG_4210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047329430190635522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rgu3UvbjOfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vA3iofr6XN8/s1600-h/bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rgu3UvbjOfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vA3iofr6XN8/s400/bow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047329374356060658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stack of color extensions to be distributed during 28 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extensions cards have been passed in the following locations:&lt;br /&gt;Millterton, MA (1) Hillel &lt;br /&gt;Urbana, IL (2) Jan and Durl, Robert &lt;br /&gt;Milwaukee, WI (3) Drew, Meridith, Emily and Ray &lt;br /&gt;Pewaukee, WI (1) Carol &lt;br /&gt;Minneapolis, MN (1) Kelly and Kelley &lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn/New York, NY (7) Julie, Stephen, Tanya, Alan, Carolina, Kit, Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Santa Fe, NM (7) Susan, Don, Scott, Deborah, Kathryn, Elizabeth, Downtown Subscription tip jar&lt;br /&gt;Taos, NM (1) Pueblo Taos, name unknown&lt;br /&gt;Abiqui, NM (1) Rebecca &lt;br /&gt;Chaco Canyon, NM (1) Russ&lt;br /&gt;Monument Valley (1) unknown Navajo artist&lt;br /&gt;Knab, UT (1) Rocking V, Victor&lt;br /&gt;Bryce Canyon, (1) Eric&lt;br /&gt;Sundance Resort, UT (4), Jesse, Celeste, Julie, Tim&lt;br /&gt;Wendover, UT (3) Matt, Matt, Steve&lt;br /&gt;Moab, UT (2) Wicked Brew, Kokopelli Lodge&lt;br /&gt;Milwaukee, WI (1) Judith&lt;br /&gt;Specie Mesa, CO (1) Linda&lt;br /&gt;Quemado, NM (1) Bill&lt;br /&gt;Madrid, NM (1) Chris&lt;br /&gt;Santa Fe, NM (1) The Teahouse&lt;br /&gt;North Adams, MA (2) Brew Ha Ha, Carlos&lt;br /&gt;Williamstown, MA (1) Mezze&lt;br /&gt;Brewster, MA (1) Joe, Tea Culture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-7961002528605108045?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/7961002528605108045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=7961002528605108045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/7961002528605108045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/7961002528605108045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/03/colors-of-extension.html' title='Extensions through color'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/Rgu3e_bjOhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Wi6Aj5eOq84/s72-c/IMG_4186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-1479826274129835761</id><published>2007-03-18T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:23:42.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relational Aesthetics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RfzEQ1EDmlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9NU3QRPJeEU/s1600-h/sidebyside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RfzEQ1EDmlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9NU3QRPJeEU/s400/sidebyside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043121476149156434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smudging Relational Aesthetics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are drawn to what Bourriard and others have called "relational aesthetics."  The way it has been defined embodies a number of aspects of our practice.  However we are moving beyond the terms and definitions already circulating about this movement of the '90s.  We still feel that what we experience and make is "relational" and "aesthetic."  But we are defining and practicing these terms differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We experience and practice relational aesthetics as:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is filled with forces in play--not just human, but also all that is animate and inanimate.&lt;br /&gt;As we practice it, relational aesthetics is a delicate, responsive, co-creative making in accord with forces in play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relational" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;not premeditated&lt;br /&gt;ephemeral&lt;br /&gt;responsive&lt;br /&gt;exposure to&lt;br /&gt;extending towards&lt;br /&gt;leaving traces&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aesthetic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;transformative&lt;br /&gt;delicate balance&lt;br /&gt;aliveness&lt;br /&gt;change&lt;br /&gt;surprise/unexpected&lt;br /&gt;life-force&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practicing Relational Aesthetics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we insert materials and audiences/bodies directly &lt;br /&gt;and intensely&lt;br /&gt;into contexts &lt;br /&gt;and events&lt;br /&gt;exposing physical materialities of meeting and being met … &lt;br /&gt;. . .by impressing surfaces/skins/landscapes/objects/movements/colors onto or through one another&lt;br /&gt;both altering surfaces &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; preserving their singularities of context and material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to release audiences’ potentials to live in relation to each other &lt;br /&gt;and the world &lt;br /&gt;in ways never before experienced  . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . .ways that are immanent but remain captured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as invitation to pass through aesthetic experiences&lt;br /&gt;that offer the felt reality of relation&lt;br /&gt;and that invite invention of new modes of social relation in response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modes in which social relationality becomes an aesthetic experience&lt;br /&gt;of meeting and being met without obliterating&lt;br /&gt;not towards common goal&lt;br /&gt;not as collectivity  &lt;br /&gt;not dictating where it goes&lt;br /&gt;coming together for temporary time and then responding from elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;not to give up individuality. . . &lt;br /&gt;. . . but rather to make collaboration without collectivity&lt;br /&gt;without sameness&lt;br /&gt;and then living differently in response&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;i&gt;smudge studio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;relational aesthetics&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a form of life creating forms of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proposing as artworks moments of sociability, &lt;br /&gt;objects producing sociability, &lt;br /&gt;and relational contexts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meetings, encounters, events, various types of collaboration between people, games, festivals, and places of conviviality, in a word all manner of encounter and relational invention &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exploration of relations between … may determine forms and a project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attitudes become forms, and we should now realize that forms prompt models of sociability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a set of tasks carried out beside or beneath the real economic system, so as to patiently  re-stitch the relational fabric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking:  how can a meeting between two realities alter them bilaterally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cohabitation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interstices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… inventing ways of being together, forms of interaction that go beyond the inevitability of the families, ghettos of technological user-friendliness, and collective institutions on offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most pressing thing … is the freeing up of inter-human communications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .  excerpts from "Relational Aesthetics" by Nicolas Bourriaud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-1479826274129835761?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/1479826274129835761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=1479826274129835761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/1479826274129835761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/1479826274129835761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/03/relational-aesthetics.html' title='Relational Aesthetics'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RfzEQ1EDmlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9NU3QRPJeEU/s72-c/sidebyside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435904299543225047.post-8852121959681299141</id><published>2007-03-16T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:46:41.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiZ2PWSOnAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GyTaqaAY7Ic/s1600-h/intensity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiZ2PWSOnAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GyTaqaAY7Ic/s400/intensity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054857637822110722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color, the stillness, the air, the altitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RfqzBFEDmkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YHaqakdc3Z0/s1600-h/above_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RfqzBFEDmkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YHaqakdc3Z0/s400/above_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042539563915123266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intensity is qualifiable as an emotional state, and that state is static-temporal and narrative noise.  It is a state of suspense, potentially of distruption.  It is like a temporal sink, a hole in time, as we conceive of it and narrativize it.  It is not exactly passivity, because it is filled with motion, vibratory motion, resonation.   -Massumi, Parables for the Virtual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435904299543225047-8852121959681299141?l=movingaccordingly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/feeds/8852121959681299141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435904299543225047&amp;postID=8852121959681299141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/8852121959681299141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435904299543225047/posts/default/8852121959681299141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingaccordingly.blogspot.com/2007/03/intensity.html' title='Intensity'/><author><name>smudge</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yo8XjGy3oyw/RiZ2PWSOnAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GyTaqaAY7Ic/s72-c/intensity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
