CODING PLANE FINAL
Coding plane is an instructional short video about a fun and upbeat presenter teaching beginners how to use the P5 coding software. As the presenter goes on more into depth about the software’s functionally, everything starts going wrong and we witness a sane human spiral into existential madness.
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An instructional short video about a fun and upbeat presenter teaching beginners how to use the P5 coding software. As the presenter goes on more into depth about the software’s functionally, everything starts going wrong and we witness a sane human spiral into existential madness.
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SALAD DAYS
Salad Days is an experiential sound-walk that immerses the listener into the inner-life of Rosemary Yilmaz-Garcia, a lonely childless thirty-something who longingly waits for her husband’s return home from work on a mid-winter’s night. Gazing out the window of her suburban home, we enter her thoughts on the type of evening that’s becoming increasingly routine, following her footfalls from their front hall to the kitchen where she goes about her nightly ritual of dinner prep. These windows serve as portholes for Rosemary to peer through the looking-glass of her own heart and mind, as she contemplates sunnier times and reminisces on her “salad days” as she prepares a salad for supper. By way of her cozy house, her refrigerator, and memories, we traverse with her the poles of winter and summer in this series of nesting containers, wherein we explore notions of storage and preservation, and tumble into a reflection on aging, love, and loss.
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Here I am... (tapping on glass of window) Another evening spent gazing out the window at a bleak and bitter winter day. Frost and snow lines the perimeter of the glass, and that icicle is still hanging on tight from the top of the sill. I... figured it would’ve finally succumbed to gravity days ago, but...I guess there’s a lesson to be learned there. How many more days can I hang on?, going about these sheltered frigid days?I don’t make it out of the house much these days, beyond the weekly trips to the market... and for monthly book club meeting. The rosemary bush is thriving at least, I suppose she and her sisters absorb just enough sunlight to keep them going, to keep them growing— after all, there are..mouths to feed. I love its faint tickle of its bristles against the back of my hand, the earthy and botanical. (sound of plant bristling) Medicinal. Positioned in the window here, Rosemary has been gathering just enough of that sun despite all the time we spend indoors these days... It’s amazing how fresh produce serves as storage for sunlight, like I can taste it. Life-force incarnate. Well, I better get started on dinner, James is due home any minute now. ...where is James? (Checks watch, tik tik tik) He hasn’t texted me back or returned my calls all day,,,( ringing phone, reaches voice mail saying “Hi! You’ve reached James, please leave a message”) he’s been acting so strangely lately. Alright then, I’ll just turn toward the hallway and into the kitchen. (Steps) I feel so heavy on my feet recently... I can’t stop staring at this refrigerator, (hum of refrigerator) how funny to move from one window into another. (Taps on glass) Since this kitchen was renovated, I don’t know where anything is. I miss my old kitchen. My mother helped me set it up after James and I got married. Speaking of, I oughta get this show on the road This new fridge is so nice, top of the line subzero, complete with its own window! I guess this window design will put to rest any long held notion that when the fridge is closed, its contents come to life. Hahahah. ( laughs to self) All our new appliances are so fancy, what a thrill it is... to grip the refrigerator door firmly in my hand— When I close my eyes, I can just picture my days back when I rode the subway to work (subway sounds, like a momentary flashback). I miss working, I miss the city. I miss having a life of my own. (Pulls open refrigerator door open) I’ll just shuffle through these leftovers from the last few nights, (clinking sounds) I can’t believe how many nights this last week James came home late and didn’t bother to eat. He used to love my cooking, what’s gotten into him? Ever since his promotion, he’s just not the same... I guess Script I’ll just reheat some casserole from Sunday dinner. (Peels back some aluminum foil, crunching foil sound) The least I could do is prepare a fresh salad... (sighs to herself recites under her breath) why do I even bother anymore? Let’s see, it’s been nearly a week since I last went marketing, is there any fresh produce left? I’ll check the crisper drawer (pulls open drawer) Oooh, (lifts rotting produce up to her nose, sniff sniff sniff) UGHH, how long has this even been in here?? GROSS. Time to clean this thing out. Hmmm, some tomatoes, carrots, parsley, fresh lettuce (sniff sniff), at least its fresh enough, still crisp. (Placing the vegetables in the colander for washing, clink) OK, I’ll make the same salad I make nearly every night. Nothing changes around here, except for how much more time I’m spending alone... BRRR, (teeth chatter), my hand is freezing!! It’s like a box of winter in there... (closes refrigerator door) I’ll run some warm water over it before giving these veggies a proper rinse. (Runs hand in warm water, washes hands ) Every good chef should always wash her hands before cooking! (Leaves faucet running, Rinses veggies). AHH, washing away the soil, the pesticides, the poison, and the antidote all at once. Such crisp leafy greens, I love how they snap in my hands and between my teeth.. (bites lettuce CHOMP*) I’ll just set this aside and towel-pat it dry... I’ll place them over on the cutting board. Ugh, how the dishes are really piling up, James knows its his job to clear the table and load the dishwasher after I cook for him. Thats the deal. (Glass Dishes clanging and making noise) Shredding lettuce is fun— when I do it, like to think of something that’s troubling me and pretend the leafy greens are my problems that I can just tear asunder. (shredding lettuce, begins humming an eerie tune “la di da, bum bapum, doot doobie doo”) Alright, Greens are prepped, now to dispatch of this tomato, “en-garde” (knife makes “SHING” sound). Oh my, this tomato feels so nice resting in my palm, this guy is so juicy and plump, supple in my hand. (Begins slicing, knife hitting the cutting board) They say that tomatoes are 90% water. they say the human body is 60% water. I wonder if it’s summer where this tomato came from— how it takes me back to my childhood summers in grandma Cathy’s garden. Her heirloom tomatoes grew so big, they were nearly the size of my head! I miss Grandma. Those times were all bursting with sunlight. (Reaches for carrot), onto the carrot (snaps), I wonder where James is, this really isn’t like him, I’m growing concerned.. (chops carrot) This behavior is so unlike him. Something’s gotten into him since he got that promotion... (uses back of knife to scrape all veggies on cutting board into a big bowl.)
I guess I’ll go set the table for two, but I suspect it’ll be only one dining this evening (clanging silverware and dishes)... it’s getting late... (looks at watch, ticking) Time to grab the leftover casserole out of the fridge and ready it for the microwave DING DONG (doorbell rings) James? Why would he ring? He’s got his own keys, how strange. (Drops what she’s doing and walks to the stairwell door, DING DONG again) I’m not expecting anyone else... (reaches for the door knob, clicks it open and hinges creak) Hello???
(The door blasts open and a gust of wind rushes through the door) OH MY GOD (screaming) (door slams shut)
PASSING STRANGER
In the late 50s and 60s poetry changed dramatically, moving toward language that was looser, less formal, more open to politics and city life, sex and popular culture… more communal. Many of those changes took root in New York City’s East Village.
Passing Stranger is an audio walking tour through the East Village that guides you to various locations that were frequented by American poets and writers from the Beat Generation. The Tour is narrated by Jim Jarmusch.
THE EAST VILLAGE POETRY WALK
It was an audio tour with the richness and density of a documentary. There were full of characters, sounds, and memories. It was not a straight chronological narrative but is rather a montage of poetry, commentary and archival recordings.
The most surprising thing was the audio transports you to the 50’s, make you feel like you were there. It was like a time travel… It feels like stepping into a different time while at the same time seeing the modern world around you. However hearing ghosts which doesn’t live anymore feels like a little creepy, the beauty of it was that you can experience the environment of the previous generations first hand.
Even tough East Village has changed cover years, (The historical stories of some places which is now filled with stores and fancy restaurants) you can still tell how it is deeply influenced by activism. You could feel the movement effect until this day, the spirit is very much alive on the streets.
I got a good sense about how the life and work of many poets combined with the richness of this textured area have been an important influence in the development of the American poetry.
St. Brigit’s Roman Catholic Church - Collaborations Berkson O'Hara
Tompkins Square Park
101 St Marks Alice Notley
Anne Waldman Lewis Warsh Angel Hair
Cooper Square
This activity made think of the expanded role of a sound. After this walk, I understand better how sound could enhance an experience and making it more vivid and deep.
I had stepped into a landscape of sound that only I knew of, I had opened a time capsule and was swimming in words of passion, anger, conflict and joy.
Link to Passing Stranger: https://eastvillagepoetrywalk.org/