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What a day! Yesterday and today I struggled through 44 pages of whacked out Catalan and realized how crazy Barcelona really is. It is the only place in the world an exhibition like this could take place.
It’s called Inn Motion at the CCCB and here’s a few snippets of what I discovered will take place.
A woman setting her tits on fire as she interrogates her parents and reminisces about the kicks she got from shop lifting as a teenager.
Radio waves invading public spaces and allowing people to deviate from the hum-drum normality of everyday life.
The first computer to arrive in Iceland in 1964 was an IBM 1401 and those Icelandic folk taught it to sing and perform basic melodies by placing a radio receiver near it and programming the memory. Eventually the new model arrived to the Island, but good old 1401 wasn’t thrown away, they gave it a full on funeral. But, before doing so, they made recording of the music on an old tape machine.
Critical Art Ensemble head office and one of their member’s homes being stormed by FBI agents. One of the guys had a DNA extraction lab set up in his house. Apparantly, it was for an exhibition they were planning called “We want your DNA”.
Last but by no means least, actually my favorite in the wackiness top 5
“Adios pepino”
A sex workshop, where the public are invited to bring an old razor, the electric toothbrush you no longer use, broken cd player, CD-ROM drive, hard disk, fan, computer mouse or what every tickles your fancy and try to crate new and inventive sex toys.
P.S There is also the possibility I don’t really understand and have invented the whole thing
It’s called Inn Motion at the CCCB and here’s a few snippets of what I discovered will take place.
A woman setting her tits on fire as she interrogates her parents and reminisces about the kicks she got from shop lifting as a teenager.
Radio waves invading public spaces and allowing people to deviate from the hum-drum normality of everyday life.
The first computer to arrive in Iceland in 1964 was an IBM 1401 and those Icelandic folk taught it to sing and perform basic melodies by placing a radio receiver near it and programming the memory. Eventually the new model arrived to the Island, but good old 1401 wasn’t thrown away, they gave it a full on funeral. But, before doing so, they made recording of the music on an old tape machine.
Critical Art Ensemble head office and one of their member’s homes being stormed by FBI agents. One of the guys had a DNA extraction lab set up in his house. Apparantly, it was for an exhibition they were planning called “We want your DNA”.
Last but by no means least, actually my favorite in the wackiness top 5
“Adios pepino”
A sex workshop, where the public are invited to bring an old razor, the electric toothbrush you no longer use, broken cd player, CD-ROM drive, hard disk, fan, computer mouse or what every tickles your fancy and try to crate new and inventive sex toys.
P.S There is also the possibility I don’t really understand and have invented the whole thing
4 Comments:
well, with a bottle of red wine under the belt, that exhibition could really be something! Sounds like a fun translation...
Going for something similar (is it??) this weekend in Brösarp donde Tomas pincharé!
Os diré coses
pinchará, donde Tomas pinchará...
Any house with a bottle of gin in it has a DNA extraction lab. Have I posted about this before? Am I turning into my own Grandfather? He was always repeating himself on blogs, especially after too much gin.
http://gslc.genetics.utah.edu/units/activities/extraction/
If you want to extract your own DNA - use spit instead of split peas. Who wants to extract the DNA of split peas?
LOL OMG that's toooo funny...sex-toy workshop. Hilarious.
Tootles, Toni ~:)
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