Some observations on “live coding” (as apposed to dead coding? Perhaps “Performance Coding” is a better phrase): http://robmyers.org/weblog/2010/02/05/livecoding-as-realistic-artistic-practice/
The content would always seem to be generative art, which is bleached of humanity (usually). This is no to say this is a problem, just a limitation. One can not code the same way Jimmy Hendrix plays guitar as Jimmy is “playing” while the act of coding implies thinking (the opposite of reactivity).
If its the coding that is the “performance” then one would expect that the audience be privy to the code, not just its results. Exposing the code would mean that the code would not just have to be functional but aesthetic. At least readable to the layman, a sort of poetry (something that requires great skill and is not seen even in dead coding).
“I was implying that the Honourable Member for Wentworth was like a lizard on a rock – alive, but looking dead.”
“I suppose that the Honourable Gentleman’s hair, like his intellect, will recede into the darkness.”
“That you Jim? Paul Keating here. Just because you swallowed a fucking dictionary when you were about 15 doesn’t give you the right to pour a bucket of shit over the rest of us.”
And finally in Melbourne a few years back there was a lot of noise in the media after one politician accused another of “having a couple of kangaroos loose in the top paddock”
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I was sitting on the grass in the park at Boxhagener Plaz yesterday with Melissa and Emma, and having a chat in the sun. We were approached by a plainly dresses nice young Indian girl who then proceeded to tell us about her “organization” that raises money to save the forests by making porn with random strangers in the bush. It took a few moments to get our heads around the idea, and we had to think about wether we wanted to… contribute. She said they were “fighting for what we belived in and having fun at the same time”. It seemed resonable when she put it that way. Hippys having fun?
It raised the question that I have been thinking about since I worked on a certain gay dating website: “Can porn be used for good?”. I guess everyone has to decided for themselves.
But try and say three times fast: “Fucking Forest Fuckers”
Update
There is a conference in Berlin that could find an answer to these question. I would like to fond out the intellectual stance on it these days. I guess it doesn’t matter how you reason it, its all about the vibe.
Ten years ago a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn’t commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem and no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-team.
Some creative dumby text for you web developers out there thanks to malevole.
Well that was the loneliest birthday I ever had. Should have followed my intuition and stayed were people loved me. 31. Yay.
Thank you Gina. You Rock!
AUSSIE! AUSSIE! AUSSIE!
Croatia started to get stroppy when things started to go against them. They even got a red card. There is only one thing I can say about that…
AUSSIE! AUSSIE! AUSSIE!
Nothing more to say. Thanks to Sarah and the Ryder Cup.
Do you like to eat before you have a shower or after?
Heaven is where the police are English, the cooks are French, the mechanics are German, the lovers are Italian and everything is organized by the Swiss. Hell is where the police are German, the cooks are English, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss, and everything is organized by the Italians.
From:
Science gets the last laugh on ethnic jokes – Science Mysteries – MSNBC.com
