Yes, I am from Weston…

June 28, 2006 at 19:14 | Posted in Grad school update, Liminal Florida, Musings | Leave a comment

I don’t know if anyone else can appreciate that as much as me, but I cretainly appreciate it. Lately I have been thinking about the fact that most of South Florida is located right in the middle of a seemingly endless expanse of swamp, and a seemingly endless expanse of ocean; I don’t know if there is anything that can asses the spectacularity of driving along the verge of the everglades.

Class is going quite well, and I am getting smarter every day. It may seem like a novel thing to say, but to me that is the the tangible reward of going to graduate school. I will certainly depart from this phase of academia a more concise version of myself, excised form a far broader cloth.

Time is knowing how to utilize it efficiently, and knowing what to do within that efficiency.

Brevity is a virtue:

June 24, 2006 at 02:59 | Posted in Musings, new york | Leave a comment

I have a friend who kept a one word diary.

Today I bought socks made from recycled yarn.

In New York there are two kinds of rain; both come from above, but one comes from air-conditioners.

Your punctum is not my punctum, but the studium is the world’s.

Perhaps abjection is more a matter of man versus nature than man versus man.

Phase ExChange.

Anti-rape condom:

June 22, 2006 at 18:55 | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Take a look at this.
This is somehwat frightening due tot he implications posed by the inventors highly uncritical responses to the questions. Particularly:
“Won’t the rapist feel it?” “No. A rapist does not have control of their senses when they are raping, thus it will be too late once they discover it.”

As a graduate student:

June 22, 2006 at 06:47 | Posted in Grad school update, new york | Leave a comment

I have been doing a lot of reading.

Since I am far from where I was before:

June 19, 2006 at 11:57 | Posted in Musings, new york | Leave a comment

Yesterday I went to meet my parents for dinner, and while I was waiting fro them I saw a flatbed truck fly by on the road. This fatbed truck was of certain temporal import, however, because its flatbed was holding a variety of Indian dudes with food-selling carts–it looked exactly like India, specifically the way one guy’s face looked in the wind.

Today I have orientation for school, which excites beyond most things that my life has been since I left school. Today I have to buy a ‘purse’ (as Hilliard referenced it) to hold my small belongings when I go out. I don’t enjoy having things in my pockets when I’m doing things.

Right now I am looking at my amplified book and wondering how I am going to heat-shrink the connections on it because I can’t use a heat gun in my unventilated dormitory; the window looks like it would open–it even has a screen–but that is not the case at all.

For Florida:

Meet me at the trap

it’s goin down

Meet me at the mall

it’s goin down

Meet me at the club

it’s goin down

Anywhere you meet me guaranteed its goin down

Luckily Randy J. Hunt is in my corner…

June 14, 2006 at 02:32 | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

What a great pair of networked ears he is for me. randy has turned me on to several sources of interesting sound on the internet. The newest one is quite titillating.

What we have here is a failure to communicate, sort of. these recordings are audible renditions of electro-magnetic activity. For the human ear electro-magnetic activity is not audible, but with the help of special technologies electro-magnetic frequencies can be translated to audible frequencies. I suppose such a situation is a bit like braille.

So, bear witness to the audible renditions of many things electronic in many places foreign…

The regrettable, the inevitable, the incalculable…

June 13, 2006 at 22:20 | Posted in Musings | Leave a comment

Regrettably:

I will not be able to visit Orlando before I leave for New York. Although there is only one thing that supercedes visiting–being with my parents–it is simply an inaccessible moment in time. Regrettably.

Inevitably

:
My life will be quite different two weeks from now. I think it is time that I had a substantial change, and more importantly I have spent a year without the thing which I do best; school. My punctuation is suffering. I cannot comprehend anything right now except for the microcosmic fluctuations taking place at an immediate pace right in front of me. I wear glasses now. I waited for years before finally acknowledging that I can’t see well beyond twenty feet in front of my eyeballs.

Incalcullably


It could be ‘incalcullably’ or ‘incalculably’ it’s really up to me, as this is an instance of unconventional grammatization. Language is a conceptual tool. At some point on my trip grammatology became clear to me. I had seen a short program on television about animals ability to communicate, and somewhow made the connection that it is our ability to utilize sound as signifier that seperates us. I made an installation of my copy of Grammatology in India by inscribing in the cover: “I left my Grammatology in India. An installation and conceptual work by Zachary Granger Moldof.” I gave the book to a young Indian gent in a book store.

So, adios…

June 13, 2006 at 22:18 | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

I am drinking vodka with cranberry juice right now, and finishing up the last of my packing. I am still a bit out of sorts, and have litle insight into life that I can offer. I suppose that should change quite soon.
I am currently reading Camera Lucida by Roland Barthes. The book is required reading for my first class, “Introduction to Performance Studies.”
Over the weekend I played the traps for the first time in about a year. It was interesting to an extent, but it doesn’t hold much of my interest, nor does a ‘traditional’ notion of playing music e.g.; you me and possibly some other people ‘keeping a groove.’ I do, however hold an interest in music of a more avant garde nature. People playing music together can be a great thing, but I feel like approaching it with an alliance to the efforts of the past seems banal. With certainty, my efforts and alliances are not of a codifying nature, they are merely what stimulate me, and cause me to have those experiences which are so patently ‘art.’

Goodbye South Florida, againd and again…

My time in this town takes wing…

June 12, 2006 at 03:57 | Posted in new york | Leave a comment

Another picture from India:

This picture was taken in Vashisht when Kimiko. Chie, and I were walking from our guest house to a waterfall. This little girl was hitting the cow prior to my photography.

Today I am beseiged by feelings of inarticulation, and ill-temper. Perhaps the latter description is an overstatement, or perhaps I am underplaying the relevance of my ability to interpret subtleties in my mood.
I have two days left in South Florida befor I leave for New York. Without a scruple I aim my life at this departure, and look forward into a generous wealth that takes shape in many aspects of a human’s life. However, I feel that I am engaged de facto in a typical human ‘stress’ behaviors–it is offsetting. Nothing to worry about.
Things that I need to do to myself: exercise self-control. Today I got a tool kit that I will be able to keep in my new home. My tool kit was boxed in a fashion that displayed all of the tools inside of their own handy carring-case, and the tools were kept from thieves/damage with a contoured plastic sheet. When I began unpackaging the tool kit I realized that the plastic sheet was held in place with screws; sometimes design can be a hideous monster with a keen sense of humor.
Upon my return from India I found that someone had ‘re-arranged’ my room–this upset me. But, to my still-lingering joy my ceramicron housing had been revealed. Ceramicron is a discontinued line of refillable fine point pens produced by pentel. The beautiful thing about ceramicrons is that the refills consist of both ink and tip, and the tips are solid metal–metal fine tipped pens do not blow out and become medium tipped pens.

America is a beautiful thing…

June 6, 2006 at 03:34 | Posted in Musings | 2 Comments

So, I am home safe. And, I am in love with America. I am fortunate to have the kind of friends that I do, both here and abroad. Feel free to call me to talk about my India trip. Hopefully I will have a website within the next couple of months wherein I can put a lot of the pictures that I took. For now here are three:

Chie, Kimi, and Zachary.

I took this picutre in Chie and Kimi’s room at ‘Pink House’ (our guest house in McLeod Ganj) right before I left for my bus to Delhi. The white shawl that I am wearing was gift from Chie, and Kimi, it’s a Tibetan safe travel shawl.

This is a picture that I took of a wall in McLeod Ganj. In front of the wall is Kimi. I am partially in love with this picture. Revel in that sentence if you know about my personal vocabulary rules.

This is one of the many fruit vendors in McLeod Ganj accompanied by some passing nuns and a small child.

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