Wednesday, August 24, 2005

As might be inferred from the picture below, I went recently to Marfa, Texas, where Donald Judd worked to reconcile minimalism (as a medium, a movement, a philosophy) with a big-sky landscape it makes a lot more sense in than might otherwise seem sensible. It’s a little weird there: You can only see the art work as part of a structured tour, which goes against the grain of the place as a whole, and it’s discombulating to see the New York Times displayed prominently in Taschen-stocked bookstores in a town pop. 2400 (the same size, I couldn’t help but note, as my high school) literally in the middle of nowhere. But it’s also amazing in all the ways I’d hoped. The rigorous placement of things there felt neither mannered nor precious, but rather smally human and endearing--the ambitious gestures of a man who set out to create his own world in an obviously much bigger world well beyond his control, equal parts swagger and surrender. It’s a place that sets the critical apparatus into overdrive while also jamming gears with dust and rust and wonder.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005


Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Here's a Seattle Weekly piece I wrote about a mix I made.

Also, where I work launched at long-last a new and several-thousand-times-more-pleasing web site.

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