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By on April 18, 2008 | Permalink | Comments (2)
When I started this whole blogging thing - I had a great big vision about where it would go: A blog about the city and the connective tissue making it move and breath and pulse - the documentation of the bodily functions of My City.
Trouble is, I spend my time in such a stupidly small parameter of space that I have forgotten my own bodily need to be inspired enough to ignite my spirit, much less write about the dynamic cityscape.
I can’t stop thinking about situationist art and mapping practices.
The kind of disjointed and inspired physical existence of the derive simply isn’t containable within a 9 - 5 (or 6 or 7), day job kind of life. The closet one might get to a derive from behind a desk is surfing the net. Admittedly, this is a fluid and often beautiful and enlightening experience. A person can travel through the internet in a way that is unattainable in material existence. Sure.
What bugs me is that the only physical evidence of this kind of exploration is a numb set of butt cheeks, a tight wrist and cold fingers.
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I think there will always be something to say about the real chemical response our bodies have to physically touching or being touched by the other. It seems my body become so hungry for the color of things that drink up the suns energy during the whole 9-5,6,7 business in a way that it never was when I had more physical breaks in the day where the chance to be a part of them was possible. I think people often do not acknowledge that this is what the problem is and spend lifetimes aching for exploration. I just wonder what’s worse: ignorance or powerlessness.
Posted by Laura 
| April 19, 2008 @ 12:19 PM
I feel like I’ve been existing solely in the 9-6 commuting long day world too.
Posted by Matthew
| April 18, 2008 @ 8:49 PM