Thursday, 16 September 2010
The internet is dead
Stoked for NYC trip. We call it 'a holiday' but I am worried that saying that in New York will shock some people to the soles of their feet. It is for this reason that I am going to start saying 'a vacation' instead.
Things I want to eat in New York:
-burrito
-chilli dawg
-beef jerky
-brisket (is that a thing?)
-freedom fries
Things I want to see in New York:
-a bumper sticker with a pro-jesus slogan.
-a mugging
-someone selling watches/jewellery out of a suitcase
-the statue of liberty out of the film Ghostbusters 2
-steam coming out of the ground
Money I want to use in New York:
-a quarter
-a dime
-a nickel
-many 'benjamins'
Sports I am not interested in experiencing in New York:
-baseball
-ice hockey
-basketball
-football (american style)
-football (soccer style)
People I would like to meet in New York:
-Johnny 5 from Short Circuit 1 and 2
-Woody Allen
-Rudi Giulliani
-Gunther from Friends
-Tao Lin
Miscellaneous New York experiences I hope to have:
-sell crack
-drink free wine at an 'art space'
-look down on many other buildings from the top of a taller building
-click my heels on broadway
-taxi
That was a series of lists
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Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
RadioTimes @ xmas
The name of one of these shows is 'Work of Art'. The other is called 'Man v Food'.
I get excited when I watch these two shows. One is about creating and the other is about consuming, how perfect is that? But, y'know, they are really both about creating and both about consuming. How perfect perfect I'd that?
Sure the one guy is eating a bunch of food that is really a big fuck you to poor people, but it took someone else's brains and hands to make that meal happen. A tattooed and moustachioed man, or a big fat black woman, or an immigrant or something, standing in a restaurant kitchen looks at a plate and says "we can fit more on that plate, we can build upwards." Seems 'urban America', the vertical thrust of skyscrapers meaning a more-than-efficient use of space, both aggressive and excessive. And of course try and chilli pepper yourself to death.
'Work of Art' is maybe the most apt of titles. Premise is: 10 or 12 artists, working in various styles and media, with varying degrees of success, eliminate them one by one following a series of awkward tasks, make them bitch about each other. Artists are silly and jealous and competitive and always angry. If they fail to show any one of these things then they aren't really an artist at all, not really. All of the characters are loveable and laughable at the same time, OCD+ADHD brush up against arrogance and naivety and vanity. And there are prizes! A high profile solo exhibition as well as money. And on one episode a guy won the chance to have his work on the front cover of a Penguin book, and that excited me a lot. A LOT.
One woman got all pissy about how one of the challenges was too commericial or something. I'm pretty sure there was excitement on her face when Sarah Jessica Parker made an appearance.
I don't know. I like it.
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Friday, 20 August 2010
Fwd: @chreast on the twitter
Been stunned into silence by 'work' and a general lack of energy and creativity. Thinking of projects to work on and then never doing anything about it.
Thinking. Ben Brooks looks hot in that one magazine.
Thinking. I miss gmail chats with internet people. Are people still doing that?
A couple of months ago I did a night and showed some films by Socrates A-F and Killen and also CBest and I did a reading of a play which was actually just a transcription of a private/recorded conversation between Gordon Brown and other people.
Thinking. What happened to GoogleWave? It is sad. I like productivity tools.
Going to New York City (NYC) next month. Looking for suggestions of things to do and places to go in NYC. Staying in William Sburg, is that right?
Thinking. Want to be a twitter trend. #chriseastissomewhereoutthere or #thechriseastbrand. Can you help me?
Send me an email. Chriseast@gmail.com
Got me so down I got me a headache. My heart's crushed in my cranium. Today I found myself in the men's bathroom at work. They are clean and functional and I have no complaints, they make me feel the same way about them every single day, no surprises, and that is good. Today I found myself waiting to use a hand-drier, stood patiently behind a young man with the drier fan nozzle angled up underneath his striped blue/white collared shirt, one arm on the machine, the other in the air. The young man looked back at me with a blank face and shrugged, not aggressively, maybe like I was a co-conspirator in something bigger than this. Fuck you, I thought but did not say.
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
no time long see

Untitled poem about what happens after you die if you die whilst in the audience of a live sporting event and no one notices until after the event has finishedTie dye your clothes
And find somewhere you can hide
Then live there
And I promise it will be the best
You will never sleep though
And the only food will be poisonous
So probs stay in instead