1:00 a.m. - 2006-12-08
peripheral learning
peripheral learning is cool
during a lunch conversation, a colleague said he saw a UFO in new york.
it zooped around the sky a few times and disappeared behind a building. his gf and another guy who was also smoking saw it too. hell yeah.
on other news, peripheral learning came up while my friend was wondering how he knew stockholm is in holland, because he didnt recall learning it.
out of nowhere, perhaps some cupboard in my mind, i said its peripheral learning.
and that's how we peripherally learnt about peripheral learning, cos our memories are quite strangely selective, of interesting words and phrases like song lyrics and what not.
dis is da real shit!
they iz de shite, you ken?!
ah okay... anyway, i got an idea of this home video of a person typing at his computer and all we see of him is a swirl of beige skin colours, in roughly human outlines...
and then the interactive installation part is when visitors go to use the computer at the exhibit, they can msn their friends, but those people will never reply.
and then they will stare at the tv set which is showing them at the computer desk at the exact time, and all it shows is a swirl of colours blurring their bodies, making them invisible.
and then...and then...
what thoughts they have at that time will tell them something.
and they can record it into a book placed at the exit.
the book will be published into limited editions of 5000 pieces (individually numbered!) and titled,
"a bleep in the universe"
and then... and then...
and then that was it.
i hope my copy of "CometBus: Despite Everything" will come safely and fastly, as it sits freezing in the cargo hold of the fed-ex aeroplane flying from USA to Singapore.
When it finally reaches my mailbox, and i get hold of it, i'll tear away the brown paper wrapping and then look and caress at the black and white cover, picture of a face, and then check out the handwritten text of the pages, i think i'll smell the pages to check out their acidity and porosity too, and then i'll smile expectantly to myself, glad that i hold in my hands this book, an essence of berkely culture, punkrock, blown up dreams, awry lives, and stories like walking the subway rail tracks home when the train stations are closed after midnight, finding your way home to a house, with your crazy roommates playing new wave in their rooms and getting drunk, and sleeping on a bed made of cardboard boxes piled together, and then its 5am.
im gonna love that book!
