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Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.
Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher)
I could reblog/post this every day as a constant reminder.
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And I’m sticking it up here for people who define the “good” in Make good art in ways that I definitely didn’t intend…
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House is down to 60 degrees, and still lowering.
It’s about 48 degrees outside. I want to know how long it takes until the two temperatures meet.
I hear rumors that someone is going to fix it tomorrow, but they’ll probably just dick around for a bit and then say they don’t have the right parts and it’ll be a week, like usual.
In the mean time, I’m freezing.
I kind of WANT to go to work because there is heating in my car.
House, you need to knock this shit off. I hate living here enough as it is, I really don’t need your help.
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I just realized that “pun intended” is a pun on “unintended” and I’m literally about to gouge my eyes out I’m so angry
This. Changes. Everything.
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I’m so jealous of all the people that got to go on a haunted Scottish castle tour and were killed by Misha…
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The normal temperature of my house used to be 68 degrees, which was cold for me, but acceptable.
A couple days ago it was 64.
It’s 62 now.
House, you are going the wrong way. WHY WON’T THE HEAT WORK? I AM GOING TO FREEZE TO DEATH, HOUSE. KNOCK IT OFF.
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