it's 40M and in the Ogg Theora format. if you don't know what that means just use the VLC player.

get the video here.

if you can deal with Flash, here's a YouTubed version.

videos in bed, 2005.

Nam June Paik passed away on Sunday. He'll be missed.

Nam June really opened up the screen.

We all reserve the right to be astonished; every time we're astonished the world proves to be larger than we are. This is something we need to affirm in the course of life. Skeptics, you might say, are connoisseurs of astonishment, their tastes are just a little more rarified than others.

Today I was astonished, so much so I had to break from the reflexively secretarial trend of my del.icio.us account, to add a new entry, "extraordinarily-stupid-ideas".

What was the harbinger of this radical departure from dry topics like "howto", "software" and "architecture"?

The Neverending Billboard.

It actually made me feel a little sad upon first witness, a lonely and very real casualty of the internet boom.

The logic appears to travel down this garden path:

I create a site in which people can advertise their products and services by paying for space within an infinitely large internet 'billboard'. While the board is infinitely large, units of my real estate are at a fixed price (mo ho ho ho). People will regularly return to my infinite billboard and choose from which of the plethora of logos they will click, by doing so staying informed with the very latest in online products and services.

Is that the space marked 'Reserved' really there for a buyer working night and day on their logo, one that will surely outshine competition on the worlds most scalable roadside sign?

About time I confess that this is/can be a blog. here goes.

Fijuu, young wine, Krsko.

Just returned from giving a short talk and performance at the very well facilitated Mladinski Center. Marta worked the sequencer brilliantly, while I noodled on the meshwarp instruments. The sequencer was the star of the night - locals coming up later and toying with it for hours afterwards. Later we headed off up into the hills to a vinyard where the fine folk from MC roasted us Chestnuts and told us Bosnian jokes (no, not jokes about Bosnians) We were given a very special performance there by a local programmer, but for the integrity of my hosts, I'll keep it secret..

FRAKTALE IV


Blind Passenger Oliver Van Den Berg (an on board flight recorder)

Went to an edition of the exhibition series FRAKTALE at the Palast Der Republik here in Berlin, which closes for public entry alogether tomorrow. The exhibition was truly excellent. The show was sparsely distributed throughout one wing of the otherwise completely desolate shell of the Palace's former glory. Sound from a video of an RC Helicopter thrashing to itself to peices on the ground moaned throughout the building, a stubborn machine grieving at it's incapacity. Some very beautiful structural interventions (I wonder whether they will launch the bike at the beginning of this helicoid) .

A day later and I'm still haunted, underscored perhaps by the fact the entire Palace is being pulled down to be replaced by a reconstruction of a 14C Prussian Palace that existed there formerly. Despite the fact that the Palast der Republik is riddled with asbestos it does seem ironic that one heritage site is being pulled down to make way for a reconstruction of a building that once existed in the same location. I'm sure there's more poltical custard and soggy money to this story, but from the perspective of a badly disguised and poorly researched tourist, it does seem a bit strange.