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CO R R E S P O N D E N C E Date: December 7, 2006 4:45:02 PM PST From: oliver.hockenhull To: frontmagazine@front.bc.ca Subject: more on WORLD BRIEFING

WORLD BRIEFING - a neo fluxus quantum indeterminate event The piece is not solely concerned with the relationship of quantum tunnelling effects and questions of Consciousness. Though the work is a kind of experiential tool for this - for testing the hypothesis that the device can pick up / discern fluctuations in the 'noosphere' and in individual consciousness, my intent is more for an appreciate of From: "Tomoyo Ihaya" Date: November 28, 2006 9:12:17 PM PST To: frontmagazine@front.bc.ca Subject: Peace Rice in Bodhi Gaya

Hello, Everyone.

the plenum of experience itself. Here chance is to be considered in its most profound and informative modality: as the fact of anything at all. Chance as nature and as that which makes art an approach of the infinite within the mortal, an immediacy of the unknown of the eternal

So I did lots of drawing of rice in Bodhi Gaya, Bihar, India.

now as the telling of the present.

Indeed, Bihar is the province in India which produces the most rice. The piece's visual elements are in fluctuations, in other words the Peace and love, Ttomoyo

current visuals are just one of an number of iterations and I hope to develop the piece further - site specific and portable. It seemed highly appropriate that since this first iteration was created via the Western Front - that it recall the fluxus days of the Front and work with one of the founding members - Eric Metcalfe. "How long can a coincidence extend before it ceases to be one? Does coincidence have to me momentary? How long is the moment, the ongoing moment." – John Berger, quoting Geoff Dryer, Pantheon Books, "The Ongoing Moment" - 2005

The REG (random effect generator – basically a "bit flipper" has been built), there is much complicated probability maths involved in the analysis of the incoming data. The REG installed at the Front , - a random event generator - uses quantum-indeterminate electronic noise in the form of low-amplitude voltage fluctuations to generate a constant stream of apparently random numbers. This REG is wifi'd to a MAC G5. The resulting information is combed by a series of statistical benchmarks and translated to provide parameters for a further algorithm that edits a collection of video and sound clips of Mr. Metcalfe's performance. WHAT WE ARE ANALYSING AT THE Western Front: - the deviation from the norm over time of the REG (both towards more chaos and towards more conformity) and - the short-term deviation of incoming numbers. Above: Tomoyo Ihaya offers Peace Rice cookies during her trip to India 6 FRONT


Date: November 28, 2006 3:45:42 PM PDT From: mymatrix To: frontmagazine@front.bc.ca Re: Celebrated Author and Quantum Mind Tech Facilitator

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I have twelve years of experience facilitating the development of creative potential via the marriage of quantum science with the nature of us as divine beings on our journey of evolution towards genius. I would very much like to share inspiring information with you and your readers. Please visit for my personal website and click on the interview for information about my novel and screenplay. Yours, Aryan Date: November 11, 2006 12:11:13 AM PST From: "Ekaterina B." To: frontmagazine@front.bc.ca Subject: Ekaterina, still waiting for your reply

Hi! I am Ekaterina. I am a kind, sociable woman. I have a lot of tenderness inside my soul which waits for somebody to be given to. I dream someone to steal my heart one day - I want to love and to be loved! People say I have a strong personality, but I am weak inside and like every woman I want to be defended by some strong knight in this world! I have some questions for you if you want to get to know me

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interested in Russian lady? 5. Have you ever been to Russia? 6. What is important for you in relations and am I right for you? Would you like to know me better and to meet me? Waiting for your reply, Ekaterina.

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Andrew Deiters was born and raised in Toronto, and discovered his passion for photography while attending Mount Allison University in Sackville, NB. He graduated in 2001 with a BA major in Geography and minor in Fine Arts. Currently Andrew works with camera equipment in Vancouver’s film and television industry and on days off he can be found on the side of the street with a wooden camera. Andrew can be reached at adeiters @hotmail.com zy-xin is a painter and poet descended from mongolian horsemen, chinese architects, bornean shamans, portuguese pirates (and maybe french ones, too). Check out her poetics and paintings on her blog at www.zy-xin.blogspot.com

Annika Hagen provided no bio, but the following disclaimer: PRIOR TO ANY EXCHANGE OF FUNDS, A DETAILED ACCOUNT OR QUOTE OF FORSEEN AND UNFORSEEN EXPENDITURES IS REQUIRED. Joseph F. Keppler is a sculptor and poet living in Seattle. Donato Mancini is a writer and artist living in vancouver. He is the author of several chapbooks and of Ligatures, published by New Star Books Elizabeth Fischer is a musician, visual and web artist. Elizabeth has been noted recently for her work with the band Dark Blue World.

Florentine Perro contributes most regularly to FRONT. Lee Hutzulak is a Vancouver artist and musician. Sandra Yuen Mackay is a writer/artist living in Vancouver. She has a BFA in art history from UBC and teaches creative writing.

Jeremy Todd is an artist and educator living in Vancouve

Andrew Taggart & Chloe Lewis are artists and photographers living in Vancouver

Mark Dahl is a contemporary artist . He can not figure out what to do.

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INSUFFICIENT FUNDS BY ANNIKA HAGEN

in calculating the emotional status of our epoch, i’ve come to a rather glaring statement at the base of my inventory. it reads: ‘insufficient funds’. the deficiency is a result of excess spending and shortage of supply. everyone is in demand, and in the age of disposable everythings, upon receipt of an emotional purchase, it is not uncommon that we are not satisfied. it sounded different in the online description! item is not as advertised! send it back before its warranty expires! but, contrary to what we might think about the investment gone wrong, the failure to reach repletion perhaps lies within each one of us. taking stock of said imbalance, i’ve reached the following conclusion: no one wants to feel anything anymore. not with any depth or severity of intent anyway. fair enough! by now we’ve all gotten a pretty clear sense of what can happen as a result of freely dispensed ‘feelings’. we invest, invest, invest! only to be bought out, ripped apart, used for unintended proposes, sold at bargain prices, put on the back burner and forgotten about in some abandoned warehouse in some seemingly vacant heart. Above: The Season of our Discontent, Source: The Xenographic Society, 2006

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RESOURCE MANAGEMENT now, the kiss of death in this equation of safekeeping and armament

and as one person tallies the score, the other is already speeding

is that we’re all still after that good fuck. but in search of only this,

off down the road, back to their auxiliary funds, the overage they

not many of us are prepared to leap into a meat packer when we

kept in case of such emergencies. while one is on a path to save

could be at risk of having our funds swallowed whole and spat out

their own ass in this venture gone awry, the other is left in a state

into packaged pieces of feather and fledgling. nor would you allow

of bankruptcy. coughing up the dust of internal debris. trying

yourself to function as that cold, unfeeling machine that masticates

desperately to balance their self-worth. finding that a vault full of

hearts and cranks them out in to plastic wrapped bits of digested

recently discarded memories is of lesser value than one filled with

innards.

what could have been a steadily inflating capital of self-interest.

so we try to set up rules of engagement. we’ve all taken similar inventory and reached the decision to compartmentalize our assets;

or is it?

our spending and return. these rules of engagement usually dictate

how ‘bout you be the treasurer. and i’ll be the treasured?

designated allotments of time. putting restrictions then on: calling, texting, one-on-one fun, online flirting, extended weekend daytrips

DISCLAIMER: PRIOR TO ANY EXCHANGE OF FUNDS, A DETAILED

and such. allot: a couple of hours a day. for a few weeks, only. give

ACCOUNT OR QUOTE OF FORESEEN AND UNFORESEEN

or take a week or two. ok, wait, this “fucking” thing is really working

EXPENDITURES IS REQUIRED.

out here, so we’ll make an exception in this case, add a week or two contingency. then what you may find is that you’ve put the books aside as the comings and goings of your interactions become too

(postscript: symbolic of our world’s socio-political and economic states to date…. can and/or will our own personal, emotional deficiencies ever come out of deficit?) -annika hagen

fun and frequent to calculate. and you develop those looks and nudges that every partnership enjoys. you feel. those soft interiors. and you’d like to keep juicing the fruit, and licking the plate clean. you indulge your pocketbook of emotional investments because you feel you are getting your returns. you get used to the little extra efforts, the compromises are justifiable and the funds are flowing freely. the general operation of the machine runs smoothly. patterns. no need to reconfigure. no need to fix what ain’t broke. pump. shift. (pattern). pump…. fuck. shower. cuddle. fuck. shower… the rituals become second nature. warm clean skin. hugs. cologne and cock parades. eating habits. drinking habits. speaking habits. one cog working its way into the other. it’s soft and natural to get attention and effortless to reciprocate. a well-oiled progress maker that works two autonomous and fully-operational programs closer and closer into cohabitation until they become one. production can now be left on automatic by the two machinists. no need to pay attention to the gas pedal when you’re in cruise control. one stares out the window as the other one drives. contented by every little projected image of perfection. taking stock of all those memories you’re storing in your vault. the sensation is one of repletion. until that moment… you’re both gazing happily out the window. when you come upon the inevitable obstacle in the road. the liability you didn’t account for. the machine comes to a halt with the squealing of breaks. you pop the clutch and go into neutral. sit idle while you look around and find your entire enterprise in a state of arrears. there’s backpedaling and recounting. there’s an attempt made at compensation. then there’s swearing. “jesus christ! why weren’t you looking at the road signs?!” “goddammit”, “fool!” “we weren’t supposed to go off course!” (one of you didn’t even know you were on a course to begin with). (the other is still yelling about it), “we were supposed to go north, and we’ve been heading south for days!” FRONT 11


AFTER AFFECTS* BY JEREMY TODD

I'm humbled by the trust and the confidence of my fellow citizens. With that trust comes a duty to serve and I will do my best to fulfill that duty every day. Time does not wait. One does not defend Genoa twice; no one has twice roused Paris to revolt. I want to thank my superb campaign team. I want to thank you all for your hard work.

I want to thank you for your hugs on the rope lines; I want to thank you for your prayers on the rope lines; I want to thank you for your kind words on the rope lines. Xerxes, as his great army was crossing the Hellespont, perhaps formulated in just one sentence the first axiom at the base of all strategic thought, when he explained his tears by saying:

“It came into my mind how pitifully short human life is – for of all these thousands of men not one will be alive in a hundred years’ time.” I want to thank you for everything you did to make the calls and to put up the signs, to talk to your neighbors… We have one country, one constitution and one future that binds us. And whatever the road that lies ahead, that road will take me home. *This text is comprised of excerpts from Panegyric, Vol.1 & the U.S. Presidential Election Acceptance Speech of ‘04.

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TELEPORTATION PA N T H E O N

CANDLES IN THE WIND DECEASED AT THE AGE OF 36 BY DONATO MANCINI

Candle in the Wind 1231 for Saint Anthony of Padua Candle in the Wind 1536 for Anne Boleyn Candle in the Wind 1548 for Catherine Parr, last wife of Henry VIII Candle in the Wind 1695 for Henry Purcell Candle in the Wind 1721 for Antoine Watteau Candle in the Wind 1794 for Maximilien-Francois-Marie-Isidore de Robespierre Candle in the Wind 1824 for Lord Byron Candle in the Wind 1852 for Lady Lovelace, Ada Byron Candle in the Wind 1875 for George Bizet Candle in the Wind 1877 for Crazy Horse Candle in the Wind 1901 for Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec Candle in the Wind 1916 for Franz Marc Candle in the Wind 1920 for Amadeo Modigliani Candle in the Wind 1922 for Velimir Khlebnikov Candle in the Wind 1930 for Vladimir Mayakovsky Candle in the Wind 1944 for Rene Daumal Candle in the Wind 1962 for Marilyn Monroe Candle in the Wind 1964 for Eric Dolphy Candle in the Wind 1981 for Bob Marley Candle in the Wind 1982 for Rainer Werner Fassbinder Candle in the Wind 1987 for Jaco Pastorius Candle in the Wind 1993 for GG Allin Candle in the Wind 1997 for Princess Diana Candle in the Wind 1997 #2 for Gul Mohammed, the world's shortest man Candle in the Wind 1997 #3 for the polar bears of Stanley Park, Vancouver Image: “Candle in the Wind�, Elton John, hand-written arrangement for the tribute to Lady Diana Spencer, 1997, Collection of the Houston Museum of Natural Science.

Candle in the Wind 2000 for Sandra Schmirler, Queen of Curling Candle in the Wind 2002 for Mary Hansen


Candle in the Wind 1721

Candle in the Wind 1824

Candle in the Wind 1877

for Jean-Antoine Watteau

for Lord Byron

for Crazy Horse

Goodbye Fêtes galantes

Goodbye Gordon Noel

Goodbye Our Strange Man

In the moonlight cool and lone

Who wrung eloquence from woe

Though no one ever knew you at all

A prick of joy may touché a life

You made magic of your passion

Your charity and your fire

That all too soon is gone

Gave your stumbling Heaven’s glow

Have made you monumental

Your testament is not needlepoint

Born in twisted poverty

Still just a fair-skinned boy

You gave those moments certain form

You stepped up to troubled fame

When you defeated the Araphos

When the spark of desire

Promised a life of infamy

You grew into your father’s name

Turns sweet summer into storm

With Lord Byron’s tainted name

Crazy Horse: Ta' Shunke Witko

And it seems to me you lived your life

And it seems to me you lived your life

And it seems to me you lived your life

Like a candle in the wind

Like a candle in the wind

Like a candle in the wind

Fading like the sunshine

Caught out in the rains

Never quite knowing the danger

Of so many twilight dreams

Of blood and ink that did you in

Your life was in

You could have spent 10 million

Why go on if you regret a youth

And your spirit rides on here

As many francs or days

Burned at both ends?

From Dakota’s blackest hills

Your candle burned out long before

Your candle burned out long before

Your candle burned out long before

You gave it all away

Your redemption began

Your legend ever will

Mortality is tough

Deformity was tough

Winters grew tough

A soul depends upon a star

Shame a chain that held your soul

As the buffalo were killed away

With the illnesses that shadowed you

Exiled to the perfect freedom

Circle of your lives so lightly drawn

You knew life is light as air

Only those in bondage know

Wiped out by the trains

O how it rains in my heart

But as the sword wears out its sheath

You were the one they thought

As it softly rains upon the town

The soul outwears its day

White man’s bullets could not harm

So soon each one must follow

You marched the Grecian battlefield

So they stabbed you with a bayonet

Where all vain dreams have flown

To shake off your bonds of clay

As Little Big Man held your arms

And it seems to me you lived your life

And it seems to me you lived your life

And it seems to me you lived your life

Like a candle in the wind

Like a candle in the wind

Like a candle in the wind

Scattered on the breezes

Shivering on the shores

Never quite knowing the danger

Like the songs we sing

Where weeping angels dry their wings

Your life was in

Though we try to quench our hopes

And if Time tempers Love

Your form begins to rise here

We really never could

The scars of Hope never fled

From Dakota’s blackest hills

Your candle burned out long before

What are a thousand living loves

All heroes burn out long before

Your wisdom ever would

To that which cannot quit the dead?

Their legends ever will

Goodbye Jean-Antoine

And goodbye Son of Fire

And goodbye Curly Hair

Who painted earthly lives of ghosts

If that means ‘flamer’ we’ll never know

A ghost dance to raise your soul

Your name flows as your brush once did

England doused your scandals

The wanton greed you fought

The names of all those loved and lost

Only centuries too slow

Still ravages our world

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Candle in the Wind 1922

Candle in the Wind 1981

Candle in the Wind 1997 #3

for Velimir Khlebnikov

for Bob Marley

for the polar bears of Stanley Park, Vancouver

Goodbye Viktor Vladimirovich

Goodbye Robert Nesta

Goodbye Vancouver’s pets

Priest of Flowers, King of Time

Hungry son of a Bellyfull

Forever in the zoo of our hearts

You brought to us the Word as Such

Your song flared up into a wail:

You were the North pacing back and forth

While world warlords waged their crimes

Where on Earth can our people go?

In a corner of Stanley Park

Cubo-Futurism’s golden child

When the locks began to bloom

You never saw our city

They gave you so many names

In Trench Town’s blighted lanes

And lived out lives too plain

Though they crowned you with the great

They marked you as their prophet

Now you belong to memory

You could barely hold on to fame

And you grew your dreaded mane

We decorate your empty caves

And it seems to me you lived your life

And it seems to me you lived your life

And it seems to me you lived your lives

Like a candle in the wind

Like a candle in the wind

Like candles in the wind

Bullied by army Philistines

Preferring to lie with cancer

Yellowed with the seasons

In camps outside Tsaritsyn

Than commit a Rasta sin

When the rain set in

But your spirit travels on here

I would’ve liked to smoke one with you

And I would have liked to feed you

As the Volga turns the mills

But I was just a kid

But we never could

Your candle burned out long before

Your ganja burned out long before

Your candles burned out long before

Your legend ever will

Your legend ever did

Your legend ever would

Homelessness was tough

Keepin’ it real was tough

Boredom was tough

Walking across the Motherland

In the music market reality

The North pole so far away

It’s hard to live on bread and tea

If in Kingston you mean politics

You were local celebrities

No matter how genius the man

On Wreck Beach you’re just wacky weed

Yawning in your lairs

Those legs that carried you so far

Even though you died

And although we’ll never know

Paralysed in your last days

Wearing Sellasie’s lion ring

The rumours bring us to tears

O Chairman of the Terrestrial Globe

You couldn’t rebut Eric Clapton

You went mad and killed yourselves

Your names, too, died away

Jar-Jar Binks-ing what you sing

Having suffered through those years

And it seems to me you lived your life

And it seems to me you lived your life

And it seems to me you lived your lives

Like a candle in the wind

Like a candle in the wind

Like candles in the wind

Never thinking to change your diet

Preferring to die of cancer

Snuffed out in the season

When malnutrition set in

Than commit a Rasta sin

When the rains set in

But your words will always bloom here

I should of been jammin’ with you

Your footsteps will always fall here

In Astrakhan’s bitter chill

But I was just a kid

Near Vancouver’s sulphur hills

A candle burns down long before

Your candle burned out long before

Your candles burned out long before

The legend ever will

Sales of Legend ever did

Your legend ever will

Goodbye Viktor Vladimirovich

Goodbye King of Reggy

And goodbye our friend Tuk

Searching history for cosmic clues

You leave a mighty legacy:

You were 36 years old

To think of you without even boots

Reggae’s worth as much as bananas

It hurts to read “Don’t Feed the Bears”

Sure gives us the blues

To the Jamaican economy

More than you’ll ever know

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We saw neither hide nor hair of Kate for three months. Affected by glimmers of conscience, I stared at her school photo, attached to her locker door. One evening, I spotted her riding on the back of Dave’s motorcycle. Her hair dyed platinum gave her a ghostly look. She wore black tights with big holes and a studded denim jacket with a picture of an eagle. Two weeks later, a police officer came to my house to ask me about Kate. “When did you last see her?” “After a party, about two weeks ago.” “Did you see her bruises?” “Why? Did she get in a fight?” The police officer ignored the question. “She was picked up for prostitution as a minor. I’m seeking some background information about whom she associated with and what she was up to.” “Kate would never choose to do that! She must have been under duress. She was a nice girl. Just got into the wrong crowd.” “Do you know Dave Cutter?” “That’s her boyfriend.” “He’s a pimp charged with living off the avails of underage THE BIG FAKE BY SANDRA YUEN MACKAY

prostitution. He’s also under arrest charged with sexual and physical abuse of minors.” I gasped. How could things go so severely wrong?

It’s not that we loathed Kate; she was an easy target. She pretended to be an expert on anything we discussed, from music to movies,

Kate agreed to make a statement regarding Dave’s illegal activity.

but we saw through her charade as if it were a glass house. Teenagers

The papers didn’t mention her name because of her age. Dave

can be cruel and we weren’t the exception. She left us and looked

ended up in jail but he was out after forty months. I heard he

for new friends.

moved to Costa Rica.

Maybe it was our fault, Kate got into the wrong crowd. They invited

About a year after Dave’s release, I ran into Kate at Zellers. It

her to drink and smoke pot at the beach late at night. Her long red-

seemed unreal, like witnessing the return of a lost soul. She

streaked hair and black painted nails advertised her new rebellious

leaned over the cosmetics counter, handing a purchase to

spirit. I didn’t know if she was trying to be brave or foolish when

someone’s grandmother. Her hair shone, returned to its natural

she began flirting with Dave.

honey brown. Her smooth complexion glowed as if she belonged in an Almay ad. It’s as if she never had that awful experience.

Despite his relatively older age of thirty-four, he led the group. His

She looked so-- extraordinary.

Harley-Davidson impressed the others. Tattoos of sharks and dragons decorated his chest and right arm. Some questioned why he hung

“Hey, Kate. I hardly recognized you. How have you been?” I

out with a younger crowd. I think he liked pretty, young girls because

pretended to look at the lipstick samples. I could smell her sea

of their easy manner, eager affection and lithe, soft bodies. It was

breeze scent as if she’d just stepped out of the ocean.

like fishing in a barrel—you could always catch one. Rumour was

“I’m fine. Could I help you find the right colour?”

he’d slept with every girl in the group. Kate desired to be next. It

She selected a cherry red. “This will be good on you. Try it.”

was like an initiation.

I dabbed some on my lips with a Q-tip and regarded myself in the mirror. “That’s marvelous.” I gazed at her teary-eyed, not

Left: Proximity Assemblage #2, Andreas Taggart, Chloe Lewis, 2006

quite sure of her even then. I said, “I’m sorry about what happened

On the morning of November 20, 2006 (a Monday), upon inquiry, it is discovered that the notice in question had been delivered not by the Management, but rather by a fellow tenant masquerading as such, who had served similar notices to all other tenants on the second floor.

to you.”

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She put on her best grin and stood tall, puffing out her chest like

Later, I confessed to Kate, I too was a fake because I had a secret. With

a proud peacock. I expected her to fan out her tail at any moment.

difficulty, I said, “My first sexual encounter was with another girl.”

“Really, Janine. I’m not that person anymore.” She said, “You aren’t a fake. You’re real.” She hugged me. “C’mon, “Would you like to go for coffee sometime?” The words spilled

let’s go outside and pick wild blackberries like we used to.”

forth before I realized what I said. “I thought your crowd didn’t associate with me.”

She led me by the hand out the backdoor and into the lane where the

“We aren’t in high school anymore.”

blackberries waited ripe and ready for picking. We pulled off the berries

“What if I don’t meet your expectations? What if I fail to fit your

from their stems, squeezing them until they bled and popped them

perfect standard?”

into our laughing mouths. Our tongues turned purple as we hungered

“Was I that judgmental back then? I was an ass.” We shared a

for more succulence. She held back the thorny branches so I could

mutual giggle.

pluck more berries. I knew if I ever needed help, I could count on Kate.

As time went by, Kate became the best friend I ever had without

If you look for heroes, sometimes they will manifest themselves where

pretense or attitude. We no longer hid behind our facades,

you least expect it.

pretending to be what we thought others wanted, what we didn’t need to be, ending up misled or shut out.

http://www.ucsusa.org/scientific_integrity/interference/a-to-z-guide-to-political.html

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OPUS DEI

Above: The Western Front, formerly the lodge of the Knights of Pythias, as seen after the recent windstorm. Photo: A.Kahre

LODGES BY ANDREW DEITERS

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My study of Masonic lodges developed out of curiosity regarding the secrecy of The Craft. The unrevealing, imposing architecture is a public statement of this vow of silence, each lodge noticeably branded with the compass and square as if to warn those that are not welcome. I have immersed myself in the history of the fraternity, hunted for lodges in B.C. and Ontario and met with Masons along the way. My intent is to highlight these interesting, guarded forms of our landscape, structures that often go unnoticed.

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B E A L L T H AT Y O U C A N B E

Game Characters from: ‘Left Behind:Eternal Forces’, a video game based on the premise that during the Tribulation, millions of chosen Americans disappear, while those left behind must fight the forces of the Antichrist. As George W. Bush said: ‘Either your with us, or you’re against us’.

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i turned to iren. but iren, i said, isn't there anything that can be done to help you, what about the doctors, what about the last time in the hospital, iren, i said. last summer, when i was in the hospital for two months, the doctor said i need one of those operations, you know, where they take the veins from your legs and put them in your heart, she said. then he said we would have to pay anywhere from 25 million to 40 million. for him to do it, she said. jozsi said, no one has that kind of money. it's god's will, jozsi said. it's god's will. there is nothing we can do. it's god's will. we have to accept it. all churches are whores. they take the money and paint themselves. IF GOD WILLS

all the churches around here are freshly painted.

BY ELIZABETH FISCHER

the poor can go to hell barefoot. all churches are whores. they take the money and paint themselves. there are an awful lot of churches in romania, all freshly painted. iren is very ill. in the evening, every few days, we meet for a pastry, iren, jozsi and i. i invite them, it's very good for her, a little walk in the evening air, when it cools. they live only about 10 minutes from where i'm staying. but it takes, sometimes, 45 minutes for them to get here. that's because iren has to stop so often to rest. she takes 8 meds a day. i went and bought all of them, so that at least she gets them regularly now. we were sitting, talking, two days ago. like that, at the cafe. i said, look jozsi, i know you were offered good work in hungary. if you really want to do that, go to hungary again to work, i will help you. for example, i said, you could travel with me when i go back, on the train. and then no one would dare to put you off the train. i mean, not if you are with me, i said. he sighed. he said, once, when i was working in hungary, my uncle, my favorite uncle died. and by the time i got back, he was two weeks buried and all that. my favorite uncle, and i never got to see him to say goodbye. my wife is very ill, he said. the doctor says, the veins in her heart are all stopped up. what if something happens to her while i'm gone. i could not stand that, he said. so i stay. to be with her. for i don't know how long. you see how she is, you see. what if she gets sick in the night and there is no one to even call an ambulance. what if i never get to see her again, i said.

i found a little black kitten in the drainpipe outside the gate of the church where i am staying. it had been inside there for days, meowing. so i coaxed her out, a little black kitten, about 6 weeks old. with a bit of cut up kidney, from the butcher across the street. she stuck her head out of the pipe and i grabbed her. pitiful little thing, all scrawny and dirty. i carried her in in my palm. why did you do that, said the gatekeeper of the church, the church where i stay. you can't bring it in here, no animals allowed. so then i sat outside on the stairs, waiting for jozsi and iren. when iren saw the kitten she lit up. oh she loves cats, said jozsi, isn't it a sweet little thing. iren, can you take it home, i said, i don't know what to do, i can't take it inside. oh yes, she said, give her to me. and i know what i'm gonna name her, she said. i am naming her after you. zsoka. the kitten's name is zsoka, laughed iren, on our way to the cafe, the kitten in her hand, looking out through her fingers. i have a kitten named after me. don't tell my dog, he might not live down the embarrassment. later that night, when i went back to my room, there was a different gatekeeper, one i am friends with. i told him about the kitten, he knew, we had listened to her cries for days too, he too had tried to coax her out. oh yes, he said, that keeper had told me you had done that. and you know what he did then, he said, that keeper, that good christian keeper of the christian church. he stuffed up the pipe, he did, further down where we can't reach, so if there were more kittens they would all drown. FRONT 23


BOARDING SCHOOL

it was a long time ago that I was thirteen.

BY ZY-XIN

and when I was thirteen I came from far far away…from the island of borneo in fact…the third largest island in the world, I always have to insist to people who have no clue where it is. we flew on a big plane over a vast ocean, the pacific I’m sure, and hopscotched across the north american continent, from los angeles to new york, from toronto to vancouver…and oh, we were in hawaii, too. from vancouver we took a car ferry to victoria island, I mean vancouver island, and drove for miles and miles into dark woods and then we finally arrived at the lake where my new school was. it wasn’t very big and it had old buildings and new buildings that were painted white making them very bright and clean in the sunshine. the headmistress’ office was the first place we had to stop in. her name was miss brown and she came from england to make sure that we private school girls get a proper english education. she had a nice smile and bushy eyebrows and I was not afraid of her…maybe just a little. oh, and she drove a dark green mercedes that she parked beside the kitchen door. next I had to get fitted for the school uniform by mrs. march. she was very old and walked with a stoop and had very bad teeth, well, almost no teeth. she measured me up and down and round and round and looked at me sideways with her runny eyes. when she spoke, air slushed out with her words and she never smiled once (because of her teeth, I’m sure). my first night at my new school was in a dormitory room for four girls. the other new girl, luisa, was from mexico and she did not speak any english. she did not smile much either…I think she was wearing braces. she collected frogs (no, not real ones) and cried a lot because she really missed home. sometimes we would cry together, but after christmas break she did not return. the other two girls, tracy and linda, were one grade older and were not so new anymore. they knew a lot about boys because that was all they talked about. sometimes they would talk all night long, which kept luisa and me awake listening to their stupid stories. but I think I learned something The Architect of Conceit, by Lee Hutzulak Graphite on paper, 13”x16", Summer 2003

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about canadian girls and their ways.


ASSIMILIATI O N during mealtimes we had to sit eight to a table and a prefect or

we felt a little sorry for mr. bandari because he was from ceylon

a grade 12 girl sat at the head of each table to make sure we ate

(another tropical island but near india) and he didn’t seem to be

with good table manners. my table was at a front corner of the

friends with the other teachers who were not from ceylon. some

large dining room and had a very nice view of the lake, like being

of the girls teased him sometimes but he was a good sport and

on a cruise ship.

only pretended to get angry with them.

one of the girls at my table was sally who was also in my class.

on saturdays we had to attend church with father crawley, or was

they tell me that she is the smartest girl there but she had family

that cawley, who would drive up from victoria to service us, stay

troubles and that was why she was at boarding school. my family

for the best lunch of the week which was often roast beef and

was not in trouble but sometimes my mother would yell at me

yorkshire pudding, and then go away again.

and then my dad would ask me if I would like to go to school far far away.

most saturday evenings we would go to the boys’ school across the lake for a movie that we watched with the boys in their assembly

sally had green eyes, almost black hair and a funny curly lip smile.

hall. we could wear what we wanted and some girls put on makeup

she was friendly towards me because she had heard that I was

and jewellery and smelled nice. the boys were usually quite well-

pretty smart too, I think. I was only thirteen and I was already in

behaved but sometimes they would give us funny looks or laugh

grade ten which meant that I must have been quite clever to skip

for no reason.

two grades. one time a boy made scrapping noises with an empty chair behind after classes one day she took me for a walk down to the marina

me to get my attention and I finally had to turn around and give

and coffee shop on the lakeshore. she gave me four quarters to

him a very crossed look. after the movie some of the braver boys

buy candy with and I was so happy that she wanted to be my

would talk to some of the less shy girls and invite them to their

friend. I tried to hold her hand but she pulled away from me

rugby games or rowing regattas or for walks along the railway

quickly and hardly ever spoke to me again. sometimes I got better

tracks behind the schools.

grades than her which made her talk to me even less. at my first dance I watched a grade 11 girl take a grade 12 boy out my best friend after that was sonja who was from jamaica but

onto the balcony to show him the moon. I think that she was

her family was originally from lebanon where they were always

hoping he would then kiss her, but he didn’t. then another boy

fighting (no, not her family but the other people who lived there).

took me outside and he kissed me with his tongue. I wasn’t sure

great for me, another island girl. we got on very well because we

if I liked it because it was something new to me and I didn’t know

loved the same tropical fruits like mangos and coconuts and

him at all.

watermelons. she was a little shy like me but she had a big smile and she didn’t mind that I touched her sometimes.

at another dance, a different boy kissed me the same way and I could do it better because I was an old hat.

my other best friend was sara who was from vancouver but she didn’t have a dad and her mother was a stewardess who flew

at the end of the school year I had to fly all the way home to

away a lot so sara had to go to boarding school. sara had very

borneo by myself, even spending one night in tokyo and another

frizzy hair and a big nose that sometimes embarrassed her. she

night in hong kong along the way. I wasn’t too scared because I

had a clownish smile and she liked to make fun of me but I didn’t

felt that I knew how to take care of myself after such a year in a

mind because it made me laugh. she was also quite smart, almost

boarding school in the forest of canada.

as smart as me. oh, sonja was also very smart, too. our favourite class was chemistry with mr. bandari in the little hut beside the old apple tree. it was away from the main school so that if one of our experiments went wrong and blew it up, it wouldn’t bring down the whole school. because then we would get a thousand defaulters and have to spend the whole year in detention. and miss brown would have to raise her voice to us. FRONT 25


POSITIONING MOVING THE VAG BY MARK DAHL

Above: Mark Dahl, Documentation of the artist moving the Vancouver Art Gallery an unknowable distance, 2006.

Above: Mark Dahl, Documentation of the artist moving the Vancouver Art Gallery back to it's original position after having moved it an unknowable distance, 2006.

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DYTPICH AND DESPAIR TWO WORKS BY JOSEPH F. KEPPLER

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HOW DOES YOUR VOICE SOUND WORKSHOP Tuesdays 5:45 - 7:00 pm January 23 to May 1 (except February 27) 14 sessions $100/$85 WF members, single class $10 Register: 604 878-7448 Plant your feet, loosen your lips and let it out! Explore relaxation, breathing, alignment, resonance, toning, sound making, listening, laughing and singing. DB Boyko's experiences as an improviser, composer and dancer have contributed to her unique approach to the voice. 28 FRONT

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OCCUPATION 2: S CIRCUS MAXIMU s $15 reg et ry 24, 8pm, Tick Saturday, Februars / $7 students /$12 WF membe

dancers, videographers, ers, performers, s Maximus will paint a os mp co of ion tal tists, Circu A collaborat . The experimen r performance ar actors and othe rful image of societal violence ans Lisa Miller, ici we us po m d d rs an ty dense an (eMC – compose ion Artists Socie Music Collectiveand Scott Amort) and Intermissd Julie Gendron) an ll, y, ze ad Fit Br on k ar an, Gord , Jeremy Berkm Marianne Bos, M (videographers with musicians François Houle Scott to create this combine forces vitz and set designer Andrew tion. and Stefan Smulo ultimedia installa “spectacular” m ximus ciety, Circus Ma ll ralistic violent so It wi plu r. fai hly or hig s r cu ou cir of a e would A reflection be visited as on stume, dense is a spectacle to rformers (and audience) in cogeously charismatic pe g tra ou vin ro an and feature mulating visuals soundscapes, sti mmand of a three-ring circus. co in r te as ringm stem of values by to rethink the sy is an invitation celebrate or condemn societal us xim Ma s cu Cir e our desires to which we gaug violence.

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FUSE Vancouver Art Gallery,

Robson and Howe Friday January 26, 6 – 11pm, $10/free for VAG members THE FRINGE GROUP Western Front New Music for FUSE Jonathan Bernard, Martin Fisk, Brian Nesselroad, and Daniel Tones contribute their individual perspectives to this unique ensemble while embracing the expressive cultural traditions of North and South America, the Caribbean, Africa, and Asia.

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EXHIBITIONS Between Your Hand and My Head John Baldessari Joseph Grigely Sara Mameni Dave Muller December 2, 2006 – January 27, 2007 Opening Friday, December 1, 7pm Curated by Mark Soo Please check our website for updates on public programmes in

John Baldessari has been termed one of the most influential

relation to this exhibition: www.front.bc.ca

artists to emerge since the mid-1960’s. He has exhibited extensively at venues such as the Venice Biennale, Kassel

Please note: the gallery will be closed from December 15th, 2006

documenta, and the Museum of Modern Art, NY. Joseph Grigely,

until January 2nd, 2007.

based in New York, has exhibited at the Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris, Anthony D’Offay Gallery, London, Musee

Western Front Exhibitions is pleased to present Between Your

d’Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris, Whitney, Venice, and Istanbul

Hand and My Head, a group exhibition that explores artistic

Bienniale. Sara Mameni is currently completing her MA at the

representations of “handwritten” text. While negotiating areas

University of British Columbia. Her work has been included in

between communicative, transformative, semiotic and social

exhibitions at the Vancouver Art Gallery and Artspeak, Vancouver.

functions of the written word, handwritten text is as much an

Dave Muller is a voracious collector of music, and has exhibited

expressive and meandering marker of identity and subjectivity

at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, Museum of

as it is a device of strict formal and aesthetic convention. Attuned

Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, Palais de Tokyo, Paris, and the

to the shifting indeterminacies between private conception and

Vancouver Art Gallery.

public interpretation, works in this exhibition navigate the multiple roles of handwritten text, finding overlaps between strategies of

The Western Front gratefully acknowledges the support of the

design and information, expression and conceptual investigation.

Canada Council for the Arts, the BC Arts Council through the Government of British Columbia, the City of Vancouver, and

John Baldessari’s I Will Not Make Any More Boring Art (1971)

our members and volunteers. The Western Front is a member

was originally realized by students at the Nova Scotia College of

of the Pacific Association of Artist-Run Centres (PAARC). Special

Art and Design as a handwritten wall text performed in the artist’s

thanks to Blum & Poe, LA, Cohan and Leslie, NY, and the Nova

absence. Exhibited here as a lithograph, this version of Baldessari’s

Scotia College of Art and Design.

seminal injunction complicates notions of authorship and authenticity, further questioning the primacy of the original performance with its reproduction through print. Deaf since the age of ten, much of Joseph Grigely’s practice makes use of written notes passed to him during the course of everyday conversation. Produced in collaboration with artist Amy Vogel, You (2001) is comprised of enlarged notes of handwritten names along with an audio installation. Sara Mameni’s video Credits (2004) reanimates the scrolling mechanics and end text of the Hollywood movie Babe through the idiosyncratic inflections of her hand-rendered illustration. In contrast to his own, admittedly difficult, handwriting, Dave Muller’s meticulous drawings This Is A Rise and Fall (Small) (2005) appropriates musicologist Reebee Garofalo’s rock n’ roll chart as a speculative portrait, an index of popular music (and perhaps of Muller himself) and its rabid interests in the consumption of music history. Left: John Baldessari, “I Will Not Make Any More Boring Art”, Detail, (1971) FRONT

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Art's Birthday at the Western Front.

(Above: Alternator made by Reginald Aubrey Fessenden, ca.1905)

The 100th Anniversary of Radio: network versus propaganda. January 14th - 20th, 2007. [ http://artsbirthday.net ] Performances, Installations, Web–Casting and Online Activities. On Christmas Day 1906, Reginald Aubrey Fessenden transmitted music and voice across the Atlantic in the first radio broadcast in history. This broadcast changed the notion of radio as an open system of Morse code style signals to a medium that could be used to deliver the voice of authority to the masses. By the early 1930's, the contemporary notion of radio as a receiver of propaganda was firmly established. This year Art's Birthday at the Western Front celebrates and deconstructs utopian ideas of network, radio, and place (the mix between localism and globalism).

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SCHEDULE

MEDIA

(free admission to all shows).

Sunday, January 14th

Tuesday, January 16th

Wednesday, January 17th

Thursday, January 18th

Friday, January 19th

Opening Day, 2pm PST

Telematic Robots and

Local Long Distance |

Songs of Place.

& Saturday, January 20th

on the Internet.

the Electro-Gaia-Gram.

Art's Birthday!

Wiencouver (Kunstradio

Mawhrin-Skel robotics

Daytime web-streaming

Live performance and

Installations. Exhibition of the installation

<-> Western Front) with

and World Briefing by

performances and exchanges

screening of Steve

pieces: robots, World Briefing,

Anna Friz, Glenn Gear,

Oliver Hockenhull -

with: Don Chow in Tokyo,

Heimbecker's Songs of

and video works. (The

and Absolute Value of

performance and

Guy van Belle in Prague, the

Place Vancouver and Songs

exhibition that opens on

Noise in Vancouver and

exhibition opening,

Long Radio Night at Kunstradio

of Place Springwater, at

January 16th will grow as

Volkmar Klien in Vienna

at 8pm PST.

and the EBU, and others.

8pm PST.

time passes. The robots

at 2pm PST (23:05 - 23:45 CET on ORF 1 in Austria). Opening of the

will be joined by World

Noon to 6pm PST.

Briefing, and the DVD

(Exhibition space open from noon - 5pm PST,

Anna Friz, Glenn Gear, and

versions of works by

Jan 17th - 20th.)

Absolute Value of Noise

Robert Paci Dalò and Steve

performance, at 8pm PST.

Heimbecker.)

online diaries by Elizabeth

Noon to 5pm PST.

Fischer and Lori Weidenhammer.

Screening of Petróleo México by Italian artist Roberto Paci Dalò, at 9pm PST (following the performance).

Artist in Residence in connection with Art's Birthday Roberto Paci Dalò January/February 2007 Italian artist Roberto Paci Dalò will visit Vancouver to screen his work "Petróleo México", engage in network activities on January 17th, and develop a new collaborative network project for 2008. The Upgrade! Vancouver - Artist Talk Series a monthly gathering on art, technology and culture, curated by Kate Armstrong. Check the website for dates in February http://www.katearmstrong.com/upgrade/vancouver/

Photo: Jillian McDonald

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The Western Front Society (est. 1973) is an artist-run centre that focuses on the production and presentation of exhibitions, performance art, new music, media including video, audio and telecommunications, publications, spoken word and a bi-monthly arts magazine. Through a residency program, local, national and international artists are invited to create new works in this interdisciplinary environment. The Western Front is a member of the Pacific Association of Artist Run Centres (PAARC), the Independent Media Arts Alliance (IMAA), B.C. Association of Magazine Publishers (BCAMP), the Canadian Magazine Publishers Associaton (CMPA) and the Alliance for Arts and Culture. The Western Front is committed to the representation of all forms of diversity in its programming, membership, administration and audience development. It promotes and welcomes the participation of people of Native ancestry and members of Canadaâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s many different cultural communities. Staff Contact List Media Director: Peter Courtemanche (media@front.bc.ca) Curator of Exhibitions: Candice Hopkins (exhibitions@front.bc.ca) Curator of Music: DB Boyko (newmusic@front.bc.ca) Curator of Performance Art: Joanne Bristol (perfart@front.bc.ca) FRONT magazine: Leanne Johnson, Andreas Kahre (frontmagazine@front.bc.ca) Bookkeeper: Ann Hepper (bookkeeping@front.bc.ca) Technical Directors: Eileen Kage, Ben Rogalsky, Sandra Wintner (tech@front.bc.ca) Exhibitions Assistant: Mark Soo (exhibitions@front.bc.ca) New Music Administrative Assistant: Kara Gibbs (adminassistant@front.bc.ca) Operations Manager: Laura MacDonald (admin@front.bc.ca) The Western Front would like to thank the following volunteers for their work: Vivienne Bessette, Julie Dube, Matthew Alexander Post, Austin Kenny, Nic Rabbitt and Shiloh Sukkau. We would also like to recognize the work of our current interns: Rhea Borkowicz-Stewart (Exhibitions), Kara Gibbs (New Music), Tobi Stern (Tech) and Katie Webster (FRONT magazine). Sustaining Members

Jack & Maryon Adelaar Robin Blaser Cath Bray Coat Cooke Karen Gelmon & Peter Busby Martin Gotfrit & Patricia Gruben Mark King DD Kugler Friedel & Martin Mache Sheila MacPherson & Bill Smith Gary McFarlane & Paul DeGuzman Peggy & John McLernon Bernice & Frank Miller John & Helen O'Brian Judy Radul Abraham Rogatnick Jayce Salloum Anna Stauffer

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Western Front Foundation The Western Front Foundation was formed in 2001 to build an endowment fund that will ensure the long-term sustainability of the Western Front Society. Your gift to the Foundation will leave a permanent legacy, generating interest to support the work of the Society for many years to come. The endowment is managed on behalf of the Western Front Foundation by the Vancouver Foundation. Help us to build a secure future. For information on how you can support the work of the Western Front Foundation, please send email to or call the Western Front directly at 604-876-9343.

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The Western Front is grateful for the support of our members and the following:


The Western Front would like to thank the following volunteers for their work:

Vivienne Bessette, Julie Dube, Nancy Lanthier and Shiloh Sukkau. We would also like to recognize the work of our current interns: Rhea Borkowicz-Stewart (Exhibitions), Kara Gibbs (New Music), Anastasia Koutalianos (FRONT Magazine) and Tobi Stern (Tech).

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Vancouver composer-performer Michael O'Neill is a local legend in bagpipe circles, creating new work for highland pipes and percussion, and stirring up the tradition with new music and world music inputs such as minimalism, compound rhythms, Japanese taiko, African and Asian percussion, shakuhachi and didjeridu. Leading his piping ensemble Mearingstone in four major pieces, with featured artists Uzume Taiko, Neelamjit Dhillon, Alcvin Ramos, and Duncan Millar, O'Neill concocts an intense, mesmerizing, formally intricate music, a world music analogue of the Philip Glass Ensemble or Bang On a Can's explorations of musical density, variation, time, and ecstasy.


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JANUARY

Sunday WF Media artist in residence Roberto Paci Dalo

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Monday 1 WF Exhibitions Your Hand and my head to Jan 27 Or Gallery if lost then found Kristin Lucas to Jan 13

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Gallery Gachet ECIAD in the DTES opens to Jan 28

VIVO CUE-Up sreening 8pm

12 Access Artist Run Centre President’s Temptations Manuela Lalic opening 8pm

Belkin Art Gallery The Monochromatic Field: Works from the Collection opening 2 pm - 4pm

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Centre A Overflow Germaine Koh opening 8pm

14 15 ART’S BIRTHDAY WF Media 100th Anniversary of Radio installation to Jan 20 noon to 5pm opening 2pm

16 ART’S BIRTHDAY WF Media Telematic Robots performance and opening 8pm

17 ART’S BIRTHDAY WF Media Local and Long Distance performance and screening 8pm

18 ART’S BIRTHDAY WF Media Song of Place performance and screening 8pm

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26 Artspeak Speakeasy: Territory Jamie Hilder, Kara Uzelman & Others, 8pm Ironworks Peggy Lee Band with guests Tony Wilson & Jon Bentley performance, 8pm

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Belkin Satellite VIVO Oh, What a Blow that VIDEO/BLIM Phantom Gave Me! screening 9pm opening 8 to 10pm Henry Art Gallery Make Your Own Life Artists In & Out of Cologne opening 8 to 11pm

27 Presentation House Johannes Wohnseifer Zin Taylor opens to Mar 4 Gallery Gachet ECIAD in the DTES closing party 7pm


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2 WF Music FRONT Magazine Occupation Series I: Submission Deadline frontmagazine@front.bc.ca The Molecules Michael Vincent VIVO performance 8pm Bio Boxes: Artifacting Gallery Gachet Human Experience Two Worlds Feb 1-4, 4 to 7pm opening 7pm

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VIVO Knitting Circle 7 to 9pm

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Vancouver ECC Standing Wave performance 8pm

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8 VIVO Audio Cube Workshop Kim Cascone February 8 & 9

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10 VNMS/VIVO Spectral Space Kim Cascone 8pm

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Vancouver Playhouse Solo Philippe Decouflé performance 7 to 9pm

Vancouver Playhouse Solo Philippe Decouflé performance 7 to 9pm

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VIVO CUE-Up screening 8pm

Vancouver ECC Hard Rubber Orchestra performance 8pm

24 WF Music Occupation Series II: Circus Maximus performance 8pm

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Evergreen Cult. Centre Home is Where the Heartlands Kristina Jaugelis Feb 22 to Mar 24 opening 4pm

1) evincing cloying enthusiasm at having run into you after a year and a half without so much as a goddamn phonecall. FRONT

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SINE IRA ET STUDIO Affected

Normally, I think artists should avoid writing long essays about concepts they have only a passing acquaintance with.

So I’ll be brief.

I would hope that physicists will reciprocate

Like physics for instance.

fig. 1

My thesis is: whatever plane of existence I was inhabiting..

ca

t

dead

atomic particle

alive

cyanide

... I sure would be pissed if I was Schrödinger’s cat.

If animals had any sense, they would avoid scientists

...and possibly artists.

by leannej

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Front Magazine January February 2007  

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