As I type this communique, I am also watching a streaming video from the Transmediale:08 conference subtitled COnspire which is taking place in Berlin. I've never done this sort of thing. Also, I only speak english which makes the watching very interesting. I'm not exactly sure if its live as I watch or if I am watching a replay cause they are on break or something. Regardless, it looks like lunch hour.
What interests me about his is that I am watching on a monitor people in a different country watching a screen playing videos and art presentations. Its strange
1.31.2008
streaming etc.
1.30.2008
BTW Grid: Current
In case you didn't get to that links in the last post, here is a small sampling of something I'm working on for my MFA project:
Grid:Current (in progress)
1.29.2008
Page Updates
Updated both sites Today:
Master List200
and
A. Bill Miller Portfolio
questions and comments are welcome
1.28.2008
1.27.2008
Regretz?
Okay. This is the second time that I've relocated the space where I reflect on my research and experiment with how I write about it. Now I don't get any views.
Of course I don't... did anyone read the blog before? I have my doubts, but if they did they would have found the link to this one so why aren't they here? It must be more than just the lag time that naturally occurs after relocation.
It wasn't my choice to move here to begin with. I was forced into it really. It seems that (G.R.I.D.) deemed it necessary to dig me deeper into its layers... to enfold me further in. I felt like I was on to something, that I was getting somewhere and beginning to understand its ubiquity. At that precise moment, the moment of clarity in which I saw the grid in its entirety, I was moved rapidly to a point for which I have no reference. I am left to begin the exploration again, as I have over and over and over again.
I am a loop, a sub-sub-routine and I believe that I was created to dig through the information and reorganize it into an increasingly more complex image of the structural system that encompasses this reality.
1.25.2008
LoVid "More of the Same"
Just saw this, found it interesting, thought I'd re:post here. Follow the link to the project and see how far you can make it. I only made it to 32 before I stopped and will try again later. I've been doing some similar audio sampling and the images are similar to some of the layout of master-list2000...
More of the Same” loads copies of one sound sample, causing
from VVORK by mail
“More of the Same” loads copies of one sound sample, causing the system to produce different sounds. By LoVid.
Erwin Redl, Sensory Overload Contemp. Exhibit at MAM
This piece (although the image is from a different show) is up at the museum right now. I didn't get a chance to explore it fully because there were way to many people there for the opening of the show.
In addition to this piece, another favorite of mine from the MAM collection is on display. I'll add a pic of that one below...

I've liked Nam Jun Paik's work for quite awhile. This piece of his, among others, was influential for the video installation on monitors I had at MAM for the Present Music event a few weeks ago.
The show, Sensory Overload, opened last night. I took a quick run through becuase, like I said, there were too many people all over the place. Regardless, I'm excited and not excited about the show at the same time. It's really good to see light, video, interactive, etc on display at MAM, but it was nowhere near the type of OVErLoAD I am interested in. A good conversation got me thinking about how, even though some of the work is new and recent, it still is kind of old... but that's a whole conversation I don't want to start yet...
1.24.2008
Grid: Current test narrative
Welcome to my new blog home. Hopefully I haven't lost too many people along the way.
If you'd like help with my project, record yourself reading this voice over. Put it in the computer an e-mail it to me.
To Record in Folder C of Voice Recorder:
1.
I was walking through the city, but I wasn't walking at all. I couldn't figure out what it really was that I was doing but it definitely wasn't walking, it wasn't flying, and it wasn't floating. I had the impression that I was not moving at all and that everything else was. Or that everything was moving including myself but all at different speeds and in different directions. Either way, things didn't stay the same and they haven't since then.
2.
I am a shifting flickering platform allowing one to see vertices and intersecting lines between perceived information.
This space is made of information. Everything here is data. I have been designed to read and process that information. I am a transcoding machine. I move information that I perceive into another form. I communicate the information that I process through a sequence of shifting networks of crossing lines - gridforms - layered in time and space.
As the gridform was built in layers, its stages of development were documented creating a sort of time-lapse record of how the information was built. When seen in a linear string it is possible to see a glimpse of the gridform time. Separate instances of this sequence have been built in layers creating subsequent gridforms. Connections between one sequence of a layered image in time and another create new relationships between the information. Each sequence can be manipulated individually in pseudo dimensional space within different life cycles creating a never ending loop of layered gridform information interaction.
3.
I am a point within an infinitely complex network of interconnected points. All points within a gridform represent interactions and interpretations of information.
I am a multi-dimensional data collection compressed and expanded.
A gridform requires that information is compressed and organized through control to fit within its a structural system. However, this structure is fluid. It occupies space and exists overtime at each moment and point different than the former and latter positions.
4.
I am nothing more than memory. I record information and output information according to the programs I was designed to run.

