Sunday, March 27, 2005

7 days later...


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a week later and i'm still sick. maybe some www.cat and girl comics will cheer me up. or if not ...

kit and kirsty's ginger & yam soup

2 tsp. olive oil
1 leek, chopped
1 carrot, chopped
1 kg yams, peeled and cubed (approx. 4-5 medium yams)
as much ginger as you can handle, chopped or grated
4 cups vegetable broth
sea salt to taste
fresh cilantro

heat oil in saucepan, then add the leek and carrot.  cook until
softened, about three to five minutes.  stir in the yams and ginger,
then add broth.  cover and bring to a boil, then simmer until the yams
are soft, about thirty minutes.   blend the soup and then add more
broth if it's too thick.  season with sea salt as you reheat.  garnish
with cilantro and serve.


i will be back on track tomorrow ... i've had enough ginger to boost the most suffering of immune systems! in the meantime i'll just make up ridiculous steps to danceable tunes...

Monday, March 21, 2005

sniff sniff


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(this is actually flesh eating bacteria ... i'm not feeling that bad yet)...

while staying in toronto to present my paper on viral knitting i managed to catch a cold. how typically ironic. or maybe it isn't ironic - alanis and hello kitty collectively ruined my understanding of irony sometime around the age of 14 - i'm not sure what it means any more. so i'm going to bed and thinking about nothing for the next couple of days.... well, maybe i'll think about www.thinkgeek.com and their plush virus and bacteria toys, but probably i'll think about nothing...


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common cold (sniff sniff)


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poor bookworm

Monday, March 14, 2005

oh albo


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i'm finally finishing up the knitting and networks paper for the conference at york. i had to find a way to bring everything together, and albo jeavons, philadelphia anarchist and art school dropout, did it nicely. the elusive overlaps between bodies, networks, corporations and textiles come together in his newest work/sculptures that interrogate the 1886 passing of a law by the United States Supreme Court giving corporations rights as persons. imagining the "corporate body" as a many-headed, network of stuffed-shirts (pun intended), jeavons wonders: "how does the corporate person eat, shit, and fuck?"


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jeavons writes: "I’ve been fascinated with business suits for years; with their bizarre blending of the militaristic and the foppish, and with the symbolic role they play in the colonization and subjugation of individuals and the world. The generally ignored outlandishness of the suit: the skirted jacket, the strangely-shaped lapels, the belted pants, the buttons (always on the right side for men; women’s buttons go on the left), and of course that incredible, hilarious, centerpiece; the necktie. Thrusting upwards, so huge and virile that his pants can’t contain it, rearing up, framed by the lapels and silhouetted against the pale torso of the button-down shirt; a bare display of phallic power, so blatant and yet so rarely acknowledged as such. Looked at this way it’s hard not to laugh, walking down the street surrounded by all of these “upright” men with big symbolic cocks sticking up out of their pants."


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his work, shown in galleries, but also occasionally "left" outside outlets of the Gap and Banana Republic are, i think, a potent reminder that sometimes the simplest of artistic statements can be the most powerful. jeavons is also behind the virtual MoCow museum ... but i'll save that for another post...


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Monday, March 07, 2005

scurvy sea dogs (in honour of alex m's birthday)

i went to alex's surprise birthday up at snowden on the weekend. as he is obsessed with everything pirate, the theme was set. not having any pirate attire of my own, i instead wore shiny-pink pants and bought a paper-mache parrot at the dollar store. actually, it was a budgerigar, but maybe i'm short enough that it just looked like a small parrot (probably not though...). but it did sit quite nicely on my shoulder.

like many montreal apartments, alex's is maze-like. it looks tiny from the front entrance, but rooms open onto room in a dizzying array enhanced by montreal hip-kids walking around in skeleton costumes and eye-patches and rrrrrrum punch. midway through my second glass eric told me he had ms. in the maze-like apartment, trapped between two hallways leading seemingly to nowhere i followed my own path back to my own father's death from ms 11 years ago. i hate thinking about it. but eric looks great. and talking about the special privilege of the already-dead, the still-alive, those of us granted extra life through artificial means at a party for pirates... it was delicious.

but back to pirates.

the following is an exceprt from a paper written by my colleague lily cho, at the university of western ontario. the full paper is downloadeable here, and was presented at the most recent cacs (canadian association of culture studies) conference in hamilton, ontario. lily's argument with regard to Black Atlantic studies, Aisian diaspora and indentured labour, mutiny, and the shadowy borders of piracy on the Atlantic has stuck with me. questioning the trope/stereotype of Chinese coolie labour as passive and docile, lily examines instances of mutiny and piracy that instead speak to a murky history of Chinese piracy, a parallel between Asian and Black diaspora studies, and an agency hetetofore overlooked, or overwritten in mainstream history....

"1866. Somewhere between South China and Callao, Peru. The ship is on fire. There are 650 Chinese indentured labourers in the hold who have started the fire in a desperate attempt to seize the ship. The crew cannot put out the fire because they had placed tarps over the hatch in an attempt to suffocate the mutineers and every time they lifted the tarp to pour water into the hold, they accidentally created a huge backdraft which only worsens the fire. Eventually, the crew abandoned ship leaving the hatches locked and everyone inside the ship’s hold to burn alive....

The Napoleon Canavero was originally named the White Falcon. It was built in Pittston Massachusetts in 1853 and was one of the fastest clipper ships of its time. It was mainly used on the trade routes between China and the west Coast of South America. It momentarily disappeared in 1859 when it left Callao for Hampton Roads with a load of guano. It was found in 1862 ashore at Foo Chow in South China “being floated with the loss of a portion of keel” (Howe 693). Had this ship already survived one mutiny? What had happened between 1859 and 1862 and how did it end up in China when it was last seen in Peru? But I am getting ahead of myself – these are questions we will come back to. The White Falcon was docked and repaired at Hong Kong and then sent to Manila. It was sold in 1864 for $28 000 to Cana Vero and Co. of Lima, became a Peruvian ship and renamed the Napoleon Canavero. She was then put into the service of what is euphemistically called the China trade until she burned with the screams of those trapped in her hold echoing in the guilty ears of the crew who escaped.....

.... According to reports compiled from newspapers at the time and a number of secondary histories, one out of eleven coolie ships mutinied. It was not unheard of for the crews of entire ships to resign upon learning that they would be sailing a coolie ship because the dangers of these voyages -- the potential for mutiny was so common. Persia Crawford Campbell notes that “[c]oolie-voyages to South America become so risky that in August, 1852, though large contracts were in the market, no vessels could be procured for shipment” (97). I am haunted by the stories of these ships, burning in unknown waters with hundreds of the already dispossessed burning alive locked in the hold. I want to find a way of understanding their resistance as neither futile nor naïve. Yes, these were desperate acts. But surely, just as there is still no end to the desperation which unhomes hundreds of thousands of people every year, then acts of resistance do no simply end with the terror of those did in the hold.

One glimmer of possibility lies in re-orienting our understanding of coolie subjectivity and following the history of some ships that really do seem to have disappeared. While there are records of ships that have burned at the hands of mutinying indentured labourers, there are also records of ships that have simply seemingly disappeared. If you think about it, this doesn’t make sense. Usually, some member of the crew survives to tell the tale. Ships are vast objects and do not simply disappear. One possibility then would be to read in these disappearances the possibility of successful mutinies.

One of the most fascinating parts of the indenture archive is the occasionally slippage which occurs between coolie subjectivity and pirate subjectivity. It doesn’t happen often, but every once in a while, there are moments where we get a sense of the intermingling between pirates and coolies, of pirates infiltrating the barracoons where coolies would be imprisoned prior to sailing, of pirates leading ship board mutinies on indenture ships, of coolies and pirates as being one and the same. The slippage in this language around piracy and indenture captures a fascinating area of ambivalence between these terms. As the work of historians such as Dian Murray and Marcus Rediker suggests, many pirate communities can often be understood as anti-colonial and anti-capitalist communities made of the desperate and the dispossessed. While there are relatively few records of coolie rebellion in the imperial archive, there is a vast record of piratical activity and the fight to suppress piracy along the very coastal towns from which coolie labour was recruited. Maybe, just maybe, what the British called piracy and terrorism in the nineteenth century would be what a diaspora critic might now call agency. This is a possibility that I am hoping to explore."

Sunday, March 06, 2005

the viral knitting project, part 2

after the digipopo conference, it looked as if the viral knitting project might be confined to the dust. however, it somehow turned into a chapter of my dissertation (actually my favourite chapter), and took on a life of its own. after the conference, i refined it a little bit so that the code red of the virus corresponds to the terrorist alert codes in the united states: code red for imminent danger, code orange for danger and so on. i will eventually work out the number of days each code has been in operation since the signing of the patriot act, and then the scarves will be knitted proportionally (i imagine that they will be primarily orange and yellow). i'm not sure though if each line will represent a day, which would make the garments about the length of an actual scarf, or if each run-through of the code red virus (in knitted form) would represent a day. the latter form would give the possibility of recording the performance as a duration as the finished garment would be many metres long, but it would also make it unwearable, which goes against one of the original intentions of the project.

in any case, the viral knitting project will be performed march 19 at a conference put together by the culture and communications department at york university. as i have to put the pattern together for the conference, i hope that i'll be able to distribute it, and hopefully the project will take on a second life - maybe over the internet, adding a second layer to the original idea of binary codes and internet communications.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

the viral knitting project, part 1


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at the digital poetics and politics conference at queen's this summer, i worked with a group to come up with the initial viral knitting project. the idea was to combine our four interests: knitting and activism, computer viruses, ad busting and design, and computer manipulated sound. we only had three days to put it together, and what we came up with was a riff on the idea of internet communication. essentially, we knitted the binary code of the code red virus - an early computer virus known for its virulence. we wanted the finished garment to be both comforting and threatening - a wearable, tradeable, portable virus. at the centre of the project was a video, with a still seen here - an endless loop of knitting with an eerie background complete with knitting needle glitches.
we also discussed the potential for knitting as a form of activism, its position between art and craft, between violent and non-violent protest. the calgary revolutionary knitting circle has been at the forefront here - attempting to separate the media-manipulated image of the violent window-smashing, cop-beating "anti-globalization" protester from that of the lived reality of activists. however, the potential of knitting as activism, also lies in its potential as an easily co-opted, commodified form of essentially useless activism. to this end, concordia communications prof matt soar created some wonderful magazine covers, aimed at jamming the jam - bringing the loop of knitting full circle. the video can be viewed here .