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philosophy

Posted on June 12th . %
I love making, I love tinkering: the tinkering is with words now, which fulfills some of my needs, but not all. The photographs were tinkering, playing the guitar is, and ...

voiceover

Posted on June 10th . 6
I'm a Mac user, and I use VoiceOver, its built-in screen reader. It's odd, but the impression exists that VO isn't a very good accessibility tool, and I don't really ...

june

Posted on June 9th . 2
I'm in bed, I've got some sort of virus and outside is the sound of wind, a breeze really and of people playing tennis in the courtyard. I hear people ...

sight

Posted on June 9th .
The concept of "Seeing without Sight". This is our jargon, but it just refers to the idea that the brain can gather and organize nonvisual information to create a dynamic, ...

menu

Posted on June 5th . 2
Another marker: I'm able to have dinner somewhere with D. I get to choose where, and so I choose Indonesian food at Sateh Bar. T., a friend of ours recommended ...

beneficial

Posted on June 1st . 6
B. who is one of D.'s students calls. We share a love of obscure Albanian shepherding songs, sweat lodges and we have deep theories about blindness. He is looking for ...

umwelt

Posted on June 1st .
I would go to see this ballet piece, by Maguy Marin's company, for its soundtrack alone. At the Joyce Theater, NYC, June 17-22. [youtube width="425" height="355"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAWYJv6foIs[/youtube]

revulsion

Posted on April 26th .
Over time, I started to develop a revulsion against certain kinds of photographic gesture and against the photograph as such. The finished product, the print, even the digital file displayed ...

embodiment

Posted on April 25th .
Odd how disembodiment was the most immediate effect of losing vision. The bodies of others and my own body as well. It would be easy to say the body sees ...

touchspace

Posted on April 25th .
I'm in the Anywhere. Space is mainly time, but not quite. Simultaneous occurrences exist there, but without the conventions of perspective and distance. I walk across Pont d'Iena and I ...