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oli >This is too vague. xy: But that is soooooooo vague 2x: 5 rows of eyelashes + extreme fogginess xy: but ... but ... I AM AN ARTIST. I just want to insert some coins in ur slot machine and PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY 2x: I own 2.3 of the alphabet to infinity ... >Can you give us some exemples? I'd really like to know. It isn't something that you put your hands on and control according to ur will + imagination. IT will define you. There once was a painter--a brilliant painter, who mastered the art of replication and the depiction of the beautiful. Yet he was lonely, he felt that there was no one alive who could understand him, no one capable of perceiving his entire being. One morning he wept in his garden, crying to god to send him someone who might comprehend his full beauty. That day, he painted a new canvas, a portrait of an unknown and stunningly beautiful woman. When he had finished, he cried to god to give her sentience, as this most wondrous painting could be the only being in the world who might understand him. To his amazement, the woman in the painting began to move. "Hello! Hello!" he cried to her. "Where are you?" she replied. "Here, beside you!" The woman in the painting looked around her. "Are you up, or down? Across?" she asked. "No, No", the painter implored, "I am...I am...out!" "Out? What is _out_?" she replied. "Out! Out here!" The woman did not understand him. She only knew two dimensions--vertical and horizontal. Her world was that of the flat canvas. The painter ran out to his garden and threw himself onto the ground. "God, oh god!" he wept. "Where are you?" "Out." came the reply. _______________________________________________ Nettime-ro mailing list Nettime-ro@nettime.org http://www.nettime.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/nettime-ro --> arhiva: http://amsterdam.nettime.org/