Allucquere Rosanne Stone aka Sandy Stone
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Allucquere Rosanne Stone aka Sandy Stone: border-bender on numerous fronts – technologies, bodies, communication, identity, gender, art, theory, fact and fiction.  Where preconceptions and conventions rule, Stone is there testing and stretching the boundaries.  Her book, The War of Desire and Technology at the Close of the Mechanical Age, is a work I return to again and…

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Magpie
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Magpie, a bird that often sits outside my window. One is for sorrow, two for mirth, Three for a wedding, four for a birth.  Silver wrappers, shiney plastic, twigs and string, you’re an opportunist and true alchemist. Thanks for extoling the virtues of relentless scavenging and believing that there are treasures to be found amongst the detritus.

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Nettime
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The Nettime mailing list was always a bit of a thorn in my side due to the prevalence if not dominance of male voices. That said, I’ve met people through the list that I would have never encountered otherwise. In the mid-nineties, Nettime was my primer to net(worked)-culture, a school of hard knocks. Through it,…

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Lygia Clark
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Soft, air, stone, hands embrace that space in between.  Thanks for highlighting the intensity of the senses, and all that’s beyond words.

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Spalding Gray
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Spalding Gray, humorist, actor, ragingly manic troubadour.  Your critical wit is sorely missed in these glib-tongued times of endless fear mongering.  Although they found you in the East River, I will always imagine you’re still swimming to Cambodia. Thanks for endlessly monologuing. 

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Kurt Schwitters
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Merzbau: The Cathedral of Erotic Misery, a domestic viral construction, first built in Hanover, later re-invented in Norway and then in Britain. None of the originals exist today, it’s now a project of old blurry images and hearsay. It’s an interior skin filled with public and private obsessions.  Thanks for bringing together the epic and provisional.

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Confessions to a Beloved Search Engine

(Written in 2006 ) Launching my browser I’m greeted by the words: Google. Sometimes decorated with spiders for Halloween, holly at Christmas and clovers on St. Patrick’s day, whatever fripperies adorn it, Google has ooched its way into being my preferred portal to the world wide web. It’s difficult to imagine a time without the…

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