Back to my Goldsmiths World
The endless flow of essay-writing eventually came to an end and has been taken over by a new term accompanied by fresh thoughts and naive resolutions. After spending one week in the library, I was very happy to be able to attend the lectures and the seminars, which officially started a week ago.
The only positive thing about sitting in the library is the view.
Zoom in and look at the OTHER London on the horizon.
The lovely old building with the white front in the middle is my Lab.
The whole building is a former bath and still has a swimming pool ambiance
in the back. You can sneak into the ateliers of fine arts students, which are
in this huge bath part at the moment.
Today we were doing a 6-hour workshop on data base philosophy, as I would call it. We spent a lot of time unravelling cottons of different length, colour and material (some of them even wet and smelly, from Graham's boat), thus trying to understand the principles of data storage in a data base, categorisation of items and the human need for putting everything into a specific order in general. After that we built our own "cotton data base", wiping the whole room with strange connections and knots, letting some cottons even hang out of the windows...
I came home with a headache, thinking of spatial and temporal approaches to map the architecture of a data base... On the other hand, I noticed that essay-writing helped me to take this masochistic relationship towards philosophising-till-your-brain-hurts to a new level of brutality.
Tomorrow we'll have a guest lecturer Steve Goodman, who is a professor and at the same time a DJ. He has done a lot of research on sound in relation to power and analysed governmental sound terror and torturing techniques as well as many other interesting things. Check out his book "Sonic warfare. Sound, effect and the ecology of fear." Hope it's gonna be exciiiiting.
Greenwich park on my first free Saturday for ages
Exploring Shoreditch markets with Anna & Anila on a sunny Sunday
Have a lovely week!