Tuesday, September 30, 2008

David Foster Wallace

Another writer of sci-fi killed themselves, I am sad to say. For next months distopian sci-fi book club I will be suggesting "Infinite Jest" by David Foster Wallace.
There is a lot for me to say about how the Cyberpunk Apocalypse is going, and I will tell you, I promise. But right now my battery is low. So until I recharge

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Climate change will add to the apocalyptic feeling of the times.

My sister's blog is featuring an art exhibit that is at the UN right now, and is particularly interesting in regard to my project. Check it out.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Sure it's nice, but it's not quite what we're looking for...

The kitchen had no room for an oven to house a twelve-foot square sheet cake, even in 3x4 sections. (If you need to ask, Why on earth would the Cyberpunk Apocalypse need to make a 12-foot sheet cake? then you surely don't know us as well as you think you do.) The second floor wore a plywood facade, similar to a beautiful woman's evening mud mask, but the goddamn mud mask is actually covering up nothing but vast air: The face has been horribly burned, so burnt, in fact, that it's now missing, incinerated. The plywood, just like the anchorless mask, is held up by nothing but perseverance. In cruder times, this would have been considered an artistic selling point, but 2008 is a refined time. We know art when we see it.
And we couldn't see the third floor. It was hanging on to nothing just like the plywood beneath it, the last remnants on a Stretch of Avenue that wants to keep its blight but ends up a martyr for Dead Pittsburgh's Steel-through-Arts Revival. There will be pictures of the damage, taken for posterity; they'll lie in a shoebox somewhere in someone's attic, an attic that will soon separate and fly away from its second floor, but only when it's ready to.
This is the last abused dog at the shelter, and we don't know if it's getting a good home. But with the new (Market Value) hospital down the street, all colored brightly and welcoming to children and market speculators with their Abandoned Building-to-Loft Space conversion kits, oh, there are surely good times ahead for the broken dogs of the Bloomfield-Garfield Penn Avenue Corridor. We just know that it doesn't involve the Cyberpunk Apocalypse...

(Pictures soon?)

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Welcome home?

Dan's out of town, so it's just me, Todd, holding down the apocalypse here. I've started a proposal for admission to Bloomfield Garfield Corp. in their Penn Ave. Arts building giveaway, which isn't really a giveaway but more like a sweepstakes for the best redevelopment idea. The winner gets the privilege of buying the building or going back home. The walk-through is next Thursday, Sept. 18. Sara's coming with me, and so is our friend Michael from the Big Idea, the radical bookstore where Dan and I both volunteer; it might relocate to Penn Ave. if this looks promising. Everyone deserves a new home.
But what's home when you're on poster tour, or stuck working at Whole Foods?
Maybe we just need to go home to Pap's and take a break.
This space is directly across the street from Spak Bros., the new, vegan-friendly pizza shack in Garfield. I really like the owners there, but I'm not impressed with their vegan fare, mainly because it's made me sick the two times I've eaten it. So maybe we'll be living across from Spak Bros. with a subscription to Adrian's in Bloomfield. I think it's worth the walk, especially if I don't get sick from it.
More updates soon...