Feeling sick tonite so yesterday was more than an extended hangover (no wonder it seemed so intense!)…must be coming down with something. So here’s a screen shot of what’s open in my browser at this moment, which is all I can muster. Notational writing. Actually, I’ve got a whole book of screen shots going back 2 years plus that I need to collate. Its diaristic, sometimes in a fictional way, or playing that line. Most of it is archival, if spontaneous and accidental. I take screen shots randomly, whenever I feel like it, sometimes with the aim to merely document, sometimes to communicate something. I might do the latter by adding commentary through text interventions in the search bar or in FB comments I never actually post, or through visual juxtapositions of open windows. So its a mix of the mundane and revealing just like a diary (my crude computer existence probably being most obvious), especially of names.
Traditional prose is becoming passe, it would seem, reading my student papers, and being plagued by the rampant plagiarism throughout. Though it is entirely understandable. All the information they need is free and there for the taking, and there are no standards (a student recently told me that every source she went to for her Juan Gris research conveyed the same repackaged information. Stealing other people’s writing has become a form of appropriation, and while I do not like it, the counter attitude seems to have grown increasingly lax. We accept it because we expect it. Someone told me I should use one of those search engines that detect plagiarism, and I had to explain you pay for those, and students, especially mine as I teach a lot of computer art as well as fine art students at SVA, probably know how to get around the algorithms they use, anyway.
Off to bed she goes.
(and that’s Joyce Carol Oates on Boxing, a review of Camilo José Vergara,a feature on photographer Vivian Maier, and a review of Barbara Koppel’s documentary film about Muriel Hemmingway and her family, just in case you wondered…)
