·Roadtrip in Spain with the Longboard Girls Crew· In this first chapter, Jacky, Valeria, Carlota & Gador welcome Maitane, who's coming from the Basque Country; Marisa coming from Miami and Amanda from Massachusetts. Together, they start their journey traveling 600 km in the van in order to get to Cabo de Gata Natural Area, in Almería. They spend three days over there, enjoying unique volcanic-origin landscapes, the deep blue sea breaking against the winding coastline, August relentless sun and secondary roads that leads to small towns and coves in the Mediterranean coast. [7 female riders, 1 van, 15 days, 4.300km, 416 GB of raw material… culminating in one video, divided into four chapters. The film documents the adventure of the trip, portraying the girls, their lifestyle and their passion for longboard.] · En este primer capítulo Jacky, Valeria, Carlota y Gador reciben en Madrid a Maitane, que viene del País Vasco, a Marisa, de Miami y a Amanda, de Massachusetts. Juntas emprenden el viaje recorriendo 600 km en la van para llegar al Parque Natural del Cabo de Gata en Almería. Allí pasan tres días disfrutando de unos parajes únicos de origen volcánico, un mar azul que rompe contra el tortuoso perfil del litoral levantino, el sol implacable de agosto y las carreteras secundarias que conducen a las pequeñas calas y pueblos de la costa mediterránea. [7 riders, 1 furgoneta, 15 días, 4.300 kilómetros, 416GB de imágenes… Meses de trabajo! Todo ello se convertirá en un vídeo, dividido en cuatro capítulos, que documenta la aventura del viaje, retrata a sus protagonistas y muestra su pasión por el longboard.] http://www.longboardgirlscrew.com http://juanrayos.tumblr.com http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cabo_de_Gata-N%C3%ADjar_Natural_Park MUSIC Corizonas - The Falcon Sleeps Tonight Eric Fuentes - Death And Above Tuya - The Bag Second camera operators: Nacho González, Raúl Serrano (Ra) Production team: Mónica Madenfrost, Jesus Asensio (Chus), Raúl Serrano (Ra)

• published: 24 Oct 2011
• views: 559757

New City, 2014 Liam Young Multiple channel video installation New City is a series of animated skylines of the near future. In intricate detail they depict a speculative urbanism, an exaggerated version of the present, in which we can project new cultural trends, environmental, political and economic forces. Photographs taken on expeditions around the world with nomadic studio Unknown Fields, to document these emerging phenomena and weak signals have been meticulously stitched together and extrapolated to form each city skyline. In this way ‘New City’ slips between the real and the imagined, between the documentary and the visionary, where speculative fictions become a way of exploring a world that the everyday struggles to grasp. To accompany the animations the authors Jeff Noon, Pat Cadigan and Tim Maughan have been invited to inhabit each skyline, to breathe life into its characters and cultures and give form to its streets and spaces through a suggestive narrative fragment. Original New City soundscapes have been developed by Coldcut. The City in the Sea By Pat Cadigan Those silly yellow ducks came back from West GP, showing up right after one dog bell. Kids were so eager to see the Westies' answering messages, they started jumping into the water, bobbing around with their floaties and tangling their tethers. Kids old enough to know better did, too. If I hadn't had dog watch on the still, I mighta jumped in myself even though fourteen makes me a pre-adult. I was just so bored. Four days outa the last seven, I've drawn still duty–not my dream job. I want tek stream. My mentor Shesea claims the fresh water distillery is the perfect place for an aspiring tekkie. But Klick's mentor told her it's vital for her and Klick wants meteorology. I guess all the mentors have to say that to fill the rota; somebody's got to make sure the plastic keeps crying. I can't wait for monsoon season and we fill up on rainwater. The sea can get pretty choppy and last year we had some scary-big waves. But the advantage of living in a plastic city is, you wibble and wobble but you never sink. My mother rode out the KaiHuKa, short for Kai Hula Kahiko–"ocean hula." The storm was so bad and lasted so long, they cut the Patch into modules with no more than a dozen people each. Mam was little then but she says she remembers every moment of being strapped into big puffy inflatables with her brother, and how he got seasick and yakked all the time, not just from chop but because he knew everyone's pee got saved for filtration. The water tasted just like still; it was knowing where it came from. Uncle Jahid tells it vice versa. Me, I think it was both of them. Afterwards, the pilots homed in on the Big Buoy signal to reunite and restore the Patch. Not everybody made it; some drowned and washed up on one island or another, and one just vanished altogether. Some people didn't want to stay and cut themselves loose again. A few wanted to abolish the Patch altogether and tried to blow it up. I don't know what they were thinking–stuff would just accumulate in the same place and without anyone to make use of it, it would just be a lot of crap for marine life to get tangled up in or choke on. The official story is, they got deported, airlifted out by some island's coast guard. But there are whispers that a pilot took them into the North Pacific Gyre and cut them loose with nothing but a good luck charm and five days' worth of food and water–no smart-map, no radio, not even a beacon. I wouldn't really want to see another KaiHuKa but I kinda like the idea of cutting the Patch into pieces and rearranging them. Looking at the sat-receiver array and the solar collectors, I know I could position all of them better. I made a model out of beads and plastic remnants and showed it to my mentor. Shesea said I showed promise but I had a lot more still shifts to go before I got my hands on actual hardware. And they say we're a more flexible society than landlubbers. Sometimes I wonder. New CIty Liam Young Tomorrows Thoughts Today Project Team Alexey Marfin Zhan Wang Soundscapes by Coldcut with additional sound design by Aneek Thapar Authors Jeff Noon Pat Cadigan Tim Maughan Curated by Karen Verschooren and produced for Z33, Future Fictions Exhibition

• published: 13 Oct 2014
• views: 11242

The Dhammapada Translated by Thomas Byrom  1. Choices We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world. Speak or act with an impure mind And trouble will follow you As the wheel follows the ox that draws the cart. We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world. Speak or act with a pure mind And happiness will follow you As your shadow, unshakable. "Look how he abused me and hurt me, How he threw me down and robbed me." Live with such thoughts and you live in hate. "Look how he abused me and hurt me, How he threw me down and robbed me." Abandon such thoughts, and live in love. In this world Hate never yet dispelled hate. Only love dispels hate. This is the law, Ancient and inexhaustible. You too shall pass away. Knowing this, how can you quarrel? How easily the wind overturns a frail tree. Seek happiness in the senses, Indulge in food and sleep, And you too will be uprooted. The wind cannot overturn a mountain. Temptation cannot touch the man Who is awake, strong and humble, Who masters himself and minds the dharma. If a man's thoughts are muddy, If he is reckless and full of deceit, How can he wear the yellow robe? Whoever is master of his own nature, Bright, clear and true, He may indeed wear the yellow robe. Mistaking the false for the true, And the true for the false, You overlook the heart And fill yourself with desire. See the false as false, The true as true. Look into your heart. Follow your nature. An unreflecting mind is a poor roof. Passion, like the rain, floods the house. But if the roof is strong, there is shelter. Whoever follows impure thoughts Suffers in this world and the next. In both worlds he suffers And how greatly When he sees the wrong he has done. But whoever follows the dharma Is joyful here and joyful there. In both worlds he rejoices And how greatly When he sees the good he has done. For great is the harvest in this world, And greater still in the next. However many holy words you read, However many you speak, What good will they do you If you do not act upon them? Are you a shepherd Who counts another man's sheep, Never sharing the way? Read as few words as you like, And speak fewer. But act upon the dharma. Give up the old ways Passion, enmity, folly. Know the truth and find peace. Share the way. 2. Wakefulness Wakefulness is the way to life. The fool sleeps As if he were already dead, But the master is awake And he lives forever. He watches. He is clear. How happy he is! For he sees that wakefulness is life. How happy he is, Following the path of the awakened. With great perseverance He meditates, seeking Freedom and happiness. So awake, reflect, watch. Work with care and attention. Live in the way And the light will grow in you. By watching and working The master makes for himself an island Which the flood cannot overwhelm. The fool is careless. But the master guards his watching. It is his most precious treasure. He never gives in to desire. He meditates. And in the strength of his resolve He discovers true happiness. He overcomes desire And from the tower of his wisdom He looks down with dispassion Upon the sorrowing crowd. From the mountain top He looks down at those Who live close to the ground. Mindful among the mindless, Awake while others dream, Swift as the race horse He outstrips the field. By watching Indra became king of the gods. How wonderful it is to watch. How foolish to sleep. The beggar who guards his mind And fears the waywardness of his thoughts Burns through every bond With the fire of his vigilance. The beggar who guards his mind And fears his own confusion Cannot fall. He has found his way to peace. 3. Mind As the fletcher whittles And makes straight his arrows, So the master directs His straying thoughts. Like a fish out of water, Stranded on the shore, Thoughts thrash and quiver, For how can they shake off desire? They tremble, they are unsteady, They wander at their own will. It is good to control them, And to master them brings happiness. But how subtle they are, How elusive! The task is to quieten them, And by ruling them to find happiness. With single-mindedness The master quells his thoughts. He ends their wandering. Seated in the cave of the heart, He finds freedom. How can a troubled mind Understand the way? If a man is disturbed He will never be filled with knowledge. An untroubled mind, No longer seeking to consider What is right and what is wrong, A mind beyond judgements, Watches and understands. Know that the body is a fragile jar, And make a castle of your mind. In every trial Let understanding fight for you To defend what you have won. For soon the body is discarded, Then what does it feel? A useless log of wood, it lies on the ground, Then what does i

• published: 06 Oct 2011
• views: 53510

·Roadtrip in Spain with the Longboard Girls Crew· In this first chapter, Jacky, Valeria, Carlota & Gador welcome Maitane, who's coming from the Basque Country; Marisa coming from Miami and Amanda from Massachusetts. Together, they start their journey traveling 600 km in the van in order to get to Cabo de Gata Natural Area, in Almería. They spend three days over there, enjoying unique volcanic-origin landscapes, the deep blue sea breaking against the winding coastline, August relentless sun and secondary roads that leads to small towns and coves in the Mediterranean coast. [7 female riders, 1 van, 15 days, 4.300km, 416 GB of raw material… culminating in one video, divided into four chapters. The film documents the adventure of the trip, portraying the girls, their lifestyle and their passion for longboard.] · En este primer capítulo Jacky, Valeria, Carlota y Gador reciben en Madrid a Maitane, que viene del País Vasco, a Marisa, de Miami y a Amanda, de Massachusetts. Juntas emprenden el viaje recorriendo 600 km en la van para llegar al Parque Natural del Cabo de Gata en Almería. Allí pasan tres días disfrutando de unos parajes únicos de origen volcánico, un mar azul que rompe contra el tortuoso perfil del litoral levantino, el sol implacable de agosto y las carreteras secundarias que conducen a las pequeñas calas y pueblos de la costa mediterránea. [7 riders, 1 furgoneta, 15 días, 4.300 kilómetros, 416GB de imágenes… Meses de trabajo! Todo ello se convertirá en un vídeo, dividido en cuatro capítulos, que documenta la aventura del viaje, retrata a sus protagonistas y muestra su pasión por el longboard.] http://www.longboardgirlscrew.com http://juanrayos.tumblr.com http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cabo_de_Gata-N%C3%ADjar_Natural_Park MUSIC Corizonas - The Falcon Sleeps Tonight Eric Fuentes - Death And Above Tuya - The Bag Second camera operators: Nacho González, Raúl Serrano (Ra) Production team: Mónica Madenfrost, Jesus Asensio (Chus), Raúl Serrano (Ra)

• published: 24 Oct 2011
• views: 559757

New City, 2014 Liam Young Multiple channel video installation New City is a series of animated skylines of the near future. In intricate detail they depict a speculative urbanism, an exaggerated version of the present, in which we can project new cultural trends, environmental, political and economic forces. Photographs taken on expeditions around the world with nomadic studio Unknown Fields, to document these emerging phenomena and weak signals have been meticulously stitched together and extrapolated to form each city skyline. In this way ‘New City’ slips between the real and the imagined, between the documentary and the visionary, where speculative fictions become a way of exploring a world that the everyday struggles to grasp. To accompany the animations the authors Jeff Noon, Pat Cadigan and Tim Maughan have been invited to inhabit each skyline, to breathe life into its characters and cultures and give form to its streets and spaces through a suggestive narrative fragment. Original New City soundscapes have been developed by Coldcut. The City in the Sea By Pat Cadigan Those silly yellow ducks came back from West GP, showing up right after one dog bell. Kids were so eager to see the Westies' answering messages, they started jumping into the water, bobbing around with their floaties and tangling their tethers. Kids old enough to know better did, too. If I hadn't had dog watch on the still, I mighta jumped in myself even though fourteen makes me a pre-adult. I was just so bored. Four days outa the last seven, I've drawn still duty–not my dream job. I want tek stream. My mentor Shesea claims the fresh water distillery is the perfect place for an aspiring tekkie. But Klick's mentor told her it's vital for her and Klick wants meteorology. I guess all the mentors have to say that to fill the rota; somebody's got to make sure the plastic keeps crying. I can't wait for monsoon season and we fill up on rainwater. The sea can get pretty choppy and last year we had some scary-big waves. But the advantage of living in a plastic city is, you wibble and wobble but you never sink. My mother rode out the KaiHuKa, short for Kai Hula Kahiko–"ocean hula." The storm was so bad and lasted so long, they cut the Patch into modules with no more than a dozen people each. Mam was little then but she says she remembers every moment of being strapped into big puffy inflatables with her brother, and how he got seasick and yakked all the time, not just from chop but because he knew everyone's pee got saved for filtration. The water tasted just like still; it was knowing where it came from. Uncle Jahid tells it vice versa. Me, I think it was both of them. Afterwards, the pilots homed in on the Big Buoy signal to reunite and restore the Patch. Not everybody made it; some drowned and washed up on one island or another, and one just vanished altogether. Some people didn't want to stay and cut themselves loose again. A few wanted to abolish the Patch altogether and tried to blow it up. I don't know what they were thinking–stuff would just accumulate in the same place and without anyone to make use of it, it would just be a lot of crap for marine life to get tangled up in or choke on. The official story is, they got deported, airlifted out by some island's coast guard. But there are whispers that a pilot took them into the North Pacific Gyre and cut them loose with nothing but a good luck charm and five days' worth of food and water–no smart-map, no radio, not even a beacon. I wouldn't really want to see another KaiHuKa but I kinda like the idea of cutting the Patch into pieces and rearranging them. Looking at the sat-receiver array and the solar collectors, I know I could position all of them better. I made a model out of beads and plastic remnants and showed it to my mentor. Shesea said I showed promise but I had a lot more still shifts to go before I got my hands on actual hardware. And they say we're a more flexible society than landlubbers. Sometimes I wonder. New CIty Liam Young Tomorrows Thoughts Today Project Team Alexey Marfin Zhan Wang Soundscapes by Coldcut with additional sound design by Aneek Thapar Authors Jeff Noon Pat Cadigan Tim Maughan Curated by Karen Verschooren and produced for Z33, Future Fictions Exhibition

• published: 13 Oct 2014
• views: 11242