I love smell in general. It’s the most magical of all the senses, immediate and animal and also immaterial. Living in NYC is a gift and a curse in that regard, even the wealthy can’t escape the ultrapungent summertime reek of garbage and such. I have a particular weakness for human smells.
Jessika Kennedy & Eyvind Kang’s ‘The Face of the Earth’—so gorgeous. Boogat’s new album is hot. I’m still with Future’s Pluto. I keep asking friends to give me more son jarochos but they keep forgetting, so that’s what im not listening to lately but would be.
Dubai is complicated. It’s certainly a nexus and a crossroads—putting us squarely in trickster territory—and the more time you spend there the more nuances become visible. Or maybe the answer is simple: like most everywhere, it’s Global North if you’ve got a white collar job or are a white collar criminal and Global South if you’re cheap labor whose very presence is only tolerated so long as you are working hard for little.
Books are elegant sturdy technology and still the most portable and best way to share human consciousness. Oh wait you said print. All glossy magazines can die, except for the ones who pay me to write for them—those deserve health and longevity. I love dog-earing pages and remember sections in books spatially & I even love reading books with embarrassing covers on the subway, that’s the realness right there. I hate the way you never really own books “bought” on a Kindle, you simply lease them. People need to worry less about the future of print and worry more about the future of sentences.
I can say this: by the time we get there (if we get there), we’ll look back at the early 21st century and ask ourselves what on earth happened. Not because of some outrage, but rather because as we rush into the digital there’s an enormous amount of things lost, all these digital environments where we spend so much time now will be unreadable, collapsed under the weight of decades of digital rot & spam gunk if we can even access them. 2070 will be eye-opening insofar as all the stuff we’re pretending isn’t a terrifying immediate crisis right now—ever-increasing inequality, global warming, etc—will be undeniably explicit by then, so in that sense i have more hope for the future young people than our generation: they’re inheriting the brutal results of all our greed & species-wide stupidity and will be forced to deal with our denials. Unless they’re too busy fighting over water & squirrelmeat. Insects are a great protein source.
For further troubling visions—Maureen F. McHugh’s After the Apocalypse, John Brunner’s The Sheep Look Up, Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower, Bacigalupi’s The Wind Up Girl.
Jace Clayton is an interdisciplinary artist living in Brooklyn. Clayton’s practice has evolved out of his work as a DJ, built around core concerns for how sound, technology use in low-income communities, and public space interact, with an emphasis on Latin America, Africa, and the Arab world. Clayton is currently developing Sufi Plug Ins, a free suite of audio software tools based on non-western/poetic conceptions of sound and alternative interfaces. In April 2013 he will debut The Julius Eastman Memorial Dinner, a performance piece that restages three Eastman compositions using pianos and boomboxes, accompanied by a new libretto about the job search for a Julius Eastman impersonator in New York City. @djrupture