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Shit
Also shit
Bad
Crapola
Sux
In quotes
Art sucks yo
Really sucks
Also blows
I need answers
Funding jokes
Andrew Bolt is largely full of shit

Etc, and so on. (Vonnegut).

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I have changed the picture-title of this blog. It used to be think of everything at once all of the time forever. There are too many words around here. Words have a habit of meaning much the same thing years after the time they were written, by which time the original intent might be untrue. Although this problem seems to be okay with tattoos.

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In Japan you cannot smoke on the street unless you're in a designated smoking area clustered around a bin or enclosed behind smoky glass screens. You can smoke in restaurants and cafes though.

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Knitted extension cable. Knitted power cord. Knitted power cable. Knitting Nancy power cord. Knitting Nancy power cable light. Cable light knitted. Cord power night light. Extension knit cable light. That should do it. Huh, internet?

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Wikipedia. Theobromine, also known as xantheose, is a bitter alkaloid of the cacao plant, found in chocolate. It is in the methylxanthine class of chemical compounds, which also includes the similar compounds theophylline and caffeine. Animals that metabolize theobromine more slowly, such as dogs, can succumb to theobromine poisoning from as little as 50 grams of chocolate for a smaller dog and 400 grams for an average-sized dog. The same risk is reported for cats as well, although cats are less likely to ingest sweet food, having no sweet taste receptors. Birds, again due to their smaller size and more rapid metabolism, are even more susceptible to its toxic effects. Complications include digestive issues, dehydration, excitability, and a slow heart rate. Later stages of theobromine poisoning include epileptic-like seizures and death. If caught early on, theobromine poisoning is treatable. Although not usual, the effects of theobromine poisoning, as stated, can become fatal.
[edit] See also

* History of chocolate
* Theobromine poisoning

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Hey America! Let's all throw stones at a convenient scapegoat rather than take responsibility for participation in an economic/political/military/industrial system which actively encourages the pursuit of profit at the expense of all else. In a parallel universe where everything is exactly identical to this one, we're giving Tony Hayward a big fat medal in the form of massive monetary compensation, precisely for doing the things we're now saying he shouldn't have done. But it's just so much more pleasurable to embody total blame for bad things in the total body of one single bad person and then burn them. Maybe Tony did blow up the well, but most of us helped him do it.

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I have a show opening in 8 days. Here is evidence I have been working. Not real work obviously, but working nonetheless.

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The Nothing was a recent show at West Space curated (very well) by Kelly Fliedner. Aside from a slightly pesky reliance on the expression 'post-minimalism' in the catalogue (in order, I assume, to lend the show some internationally recognised terminological gravitas)*, the vast majority of the work was really good. Damiano Bertoli's video of empty Miami Vice interiors was beautiful; void foreboding moments of hand-held faux-dread. Lou Hubbard's playful alien is what it is, and what it is, is funny. Matthew Shannon's recreation of a video that may or may not exist was an exercise in the pointless, but that was the point. Indefinable and re-manifesting that which may never have been manifest in the first place, it positioned history as an empty vessel. But the standout for me was Deborah Ostrow's television sets playing videos of work sites roughly framed with faceless cardboard office workers. It was as much everything as it was nothing, a meditative acknowledgement of the binary nature of a term like 'the nothing'. Although a sense of despair pervaded the work, it wasn't an abject one; it's use of honest materials (rather than an honest use of materials) and its humour saved it from desperation. A great show.

*Probably this is my problem, not the catalogue's.

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New art crush: Rachel Harrison (top three).
Plus: John Stezaker (bottom three).