I'm interested in the concept of "hivemind" and the awareness of collective consciousness within the group. Hivemind occurs when a group, however large, finds themselves so caught up with like-mindedness and encouragement of the group, they fail to achieve alternative discourses. This is seen, mainly within the contexts of message boards and other internet groups. I will be creating a film describing this phenomenon.

I have been infiltrating particular internet group, such as reddit, 4chan and digg to further understand their specific groupthinks. I will also be (re)reading "Infotopia" by Cass R. Sunstein and "Madness and Civilization" by Foucault.

I think the idea of the hivemind quite obviously lends itself to the "weaving" and "liquidity" concepts. The Internet makes it quite simple for users to submit ideas to the group and have them adopted or rejected almost instantaneously. There is discussion, sure, but it does not take a democratic vote for the group to decide on a subject. Once the faction makes a decision, the rest of the group nods their heads. The information is everywhere, all at once. How? Why?

The film will be "experimental" in nature and lacking much of anything resembling a story. In this way, it will differ heavily from what I'm learning and working on in "film school"

I will base my success on the aesthetic pleasure I attain from the piece and how clearly the visuals express the idea I've previously stated.

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SATURDAY NIGHT MACHINE CHILD

Go forth kids! Have a fun time dayz!

The Hook-Nosed Ruler of Swamp Hell

Let the chemicals on Squire Mountain erode and decay. Hear sirens roar over the blue cracks illuminating foreign lands. I'm an iron hook in the kings mouth, rotting hell spans under and through malignant beef: golden and dripping light. Gas mask bubble in and de flates hanging off the side of his hanging mouth.
"Come here", saying harsh.
"Shut up and let me do this", slithery and sour.
Bones turn and grasp dick septer, huge ruby red boldness and salivate smile. Gelatin ankle sinks through straight surface and blinks. One quick swipe before vaginal walls collapse on the wine bottles.
The death of the hook-nosed ruler of Swamp Hell rings and reverberates in marrow and red curtains in front of yellow wooded floors.

Learning To Love You More

http://learningtoloveyoumore.com/index.php

This is a world wide generative art project led by Miranda July. (Filmmaker, performance artist, goddess) Every few months she puts up new "Assignments" to which people from all over send in their versions of the instructions. Sometimes the results can be mundane, sometimes their really interesting. They already have a book out of the stuff. Take a look, it's really cool.

TAKE THIS ONE TWO

I started off unsure.
I asked Kat to do really odd things that I made up spur of the moment. Then, while shopping with Brooke, I took a lot more video of food, lobsters and other patterns.
Then, while at Kinko's and borders I took many pictures of chests and more patterns. Also trees and the road.
Then i edited all together in quick succession. Then played it in class.

If you haven't noticed, I fucking loathe explaining the process. I like talking about art, but taking it step by step like this is just silly. It's like, here's the magic trick. here's how it's done. awful.

I'm trying to figure out a way to make this more bearable.

TAKE THIS ONE

We started off by thinking about social mores and laws.
We continued by thinking about perception of pain.
We decided it would be interesting to give a building the appearance of wounds.
Then we decided we would get in trouble for so much meat on poor, bared walls.
So we decided we would make the buildings poor wounds external. We wanted to show the process of decay to the people who were currently experiencing it.
We bought chocolate syrup, food coloring, corn syrup and turkey necks. We already had saran wrap and string.
We woke up early and put together around 15 bags of bloody, gooey necks. We then ran to the Commons' second floor and hung them from the railing. There were about 8 hanging from the commons.
Then we hung some from the bridge. There were something like 7. I had to run and set up my other project. Sometimes there's no time.

When we finally showed the class our meats, the Man came to ruin the show. While exhibiting the bridge, a copper came and thought they were some sort of destructive weapon. (I guess. ) We were told that the Commons meats had been removed by some cleaner people. I was disappointed. The bridge still caused something of a system and certainly lasted an hour. So, mission completed, I guess. I wish we were able to leave them up longer. But now they're in the hallway. So hopefully we will get to see them get more awful.

I DONT JS EXOPLAIHNF SIERYT

I find it hard to explain myself. I really don't want to. The point is that I've been thinking a lot about MMORPGs as generative art and the way the facade of choice affects children. Whether it be World of Warcraft or Pixie Hollow, we're seeing a malleable, fictional universe unfold for anyone who desires it. But aren't your choices still limited? Aren't you still bound to the will of Blizzard? Or Disney? You're a cog in their generative art machine.

This hurts.