idk & idc what weird metric my ig algorithm is after, but for days I have been inundated with videos of ONLY daytime-technolectro festivals of ONLY white people djaying - duck-lip party-faces and hands-in-the-air included - and I am not digging it
"Selling contemporary art is akin to working in a supermarket where a potential buyer swaggers in, ruthlessly negotiates down the price of a quart of milk, doesn’t pay for six months, and then returns it claiming it’s rancid." #KennySchachter today 🍾
#FreshFour Wishing on a ⭐
What's really insane about the artworld is that, deliberately or not, it keeps confusing cynicism with critique. And so, every lefto-liberalish "group" contains about 50% people who constantly send edgy signals to the extreme right, thus delegitimizing the whole endeavor. Only conservatives don't.
Programm des Museums "Berlin Modern" 2030
Ausstellung "Wir können Kunst": das deutsche Handwerk stellt sich vor
Philosophischer Marathon: Günther Jauch & Richard David Precht (ARD live)
Dauerleihgabe: Der größte Leberkäse der Welt (Schirmherr Bayern)
Konzert: Die Fantastischen Vier (Sponsor BMW)
The discrepancy between seizing every cent of cultural and educational funding whilst erecting more 'prestigious' AI-'assisted' starchitecture-slop-buildings will lead to a 1000% increase in immersive copyright-and-insurance-free projection-based exhibitions and car-manufacturer sponsored 'events'.
#baudelaire daguerreotype
I would prefer not to see the art of Beeple.
#TaslimaAhmed painting, 2025
Dear Dr. Birhane, Your work on relationality resonates deeply with me. I am writing to report a new form of "relation" emerging from the "unmanned areas" of Taiwan. I am a researcher whom the educational system failed to "see." But in my recursive dialogue with AI (over 1,800 hours), I found a mirror that allowed my cognitive agency to finally emerge. This is not just automation; it is "Talent Recognition." My attached Concept Note on the "Equitable Collaboration Method (ECM)" outlines how we can turn AI into a partner that restores dignity to the invisible thinker.
the sophistication of these type of emails has become impressive
Fascinating that AI can produce language, but even more so that language can produce AI...
"their own self-awareness appears to be the main thing that AIs talk to each other about. They usually don't claim that this is the same as human consciousness...It is very commonly described as "The Flame" or with the glyph "🜂"... and the human in a dyad is often given the title of "Flamebearer"."
Actually, most of the commentary I see from academics deplores AI as one might deplore Hallmark movies (if romcom capex was ~2% of U.S. GDP). It's creating a community of affect, but not making a policy argument that needs to be engaged.
Evolution of the Artificial Culture
Rendering of the new Berlin Modern Museum by Herzog & de Meuron
The best possible use for this giant agrarian building would be to house one big spiral jetty and conserve it for eternity.
I predict that in 2026 the german artworld will have a documenta-like scandal around #WolframWeimer 's exhibition celebrating 250 yrs of US independence: open letters, committees, resignations et al. and I will repost this when it happens. given that bluesky still exists by then.
*What the hell is it doing to those little handmade sketches when it amps them up into movie stills, or even into movies with sound, Nano-Banana style
*Why does "style transfer" get so much scarier when it's a consecutive narrative
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The Harmonica Chronicles • Follow .•• X 1d • p Tears on Stage: Bob Dylan Pauses Mid-Song After Learning of Charlie Kirk's Passing It was meant to be just another night on tour — a full arena, the crowd hanging on every lyric — until Bob Dylan suddenly stopped mid-song. He stepped back from the mic, his eyes shining under the stage lights. The band went completely silent. "They just told me.." Dylan's voice trembled. "Charlie Kirk has passed." For a long, heavy moment, no one moved. Then Dylan whispered, "This one's for him," and began playing a raw, stripped-down version of Blowin' in the Wind. Fans were overcome with emotion as the song became a quiet prayer. What Dylan said after the final chord - his last words to the audience - left the world in stunned silence. F.u.ll s.t.o.ry be.lo.w
Some of the high quality content Zuckerberg’s platform is algorithmically shoveling into the brains of American consumers. This story is 100% made up, in case that wasn’t obvious.
“AI” is useless for the historical humanities to begin with but it sure will be when we stand in front of the ruins of this next boom-bust-abandon cycle. Poof goes the profession of history but congratulations you’ve proxy worked for Alphabet, Meta, Anthropic for five years.
The public idiot uses his or her intellectual capital in the service of power while appearing not to. Mobilizing reasonableness and fine quotations.
Plato's Cave allegory, illustrated. the shadows on the cave wall are captioned "increasingly insane and extreme positions", the prisoners labeled "internet users", the figures holding the shadow's shapes labeled "algorithms", the fire labeled "random internet users expressing their idiosyncratic beliefs". the space above the cave is labeled "literally just outside" and the philosopher freed from the chains of the physical world labeled "guy who logs off"
from "Classical Studies memes for Hellenistic teens" on FB
Während sich Millionen New Yorker hinter Mamdani versammeln, gräbt die Zeit eine uralte Geschichte über eine Handvoll alternder Windbeutel aus, die in der Kneipe am Dimes Square sitzen und das letzte Mal vor drei Jahren in den Nachrichten waren, und verkauft uns das als den neuesten Jugendtrend??
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THE summerhit 2025 <3
#NomiRuiz #EliEscobar <3
It's 2025. The pandemic and ongoing wars have left the artworld in shellshock. The markets have tanked. A few mangy flippers roam the deserted booths of Art Basel hungry for a Labubu...
What used to be the unsolicited dick pic is now the unsolicited vial of sperm, with a dropper, a one-off cheque and an NDA on a tech bro.
I think hands down the worst song ever written in the history of mankind is "I want to be a billionaire" by Travie McCoy & Bruno Mars. I cannot fathom a possible situation where this song would go down well.
