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  2. Stay tuned we are working for an ebook. Soon a whole downloadable volume with extras from our #ETINTERBRO experiences in Las Pozas, April 2013
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  4. No Happy Endings: A Post-Private Massage, an essay by Zak Stone for #ETINTERBRO
When you’re flirting with someone you have to be very aggressive, he told me after. You have to show them that you want to make them yours. But, at the same time, that you don’t give a shit.
We were observing the locals—a young couple giving their son a swimming lesson by the waterfall—while chatting about privacy, about whether or not it’s disappearing.
Is a post-private world futuristic or nostalgic? 
My thoughts: Outside our specific worldview, privacy is hazy. Parents, family, neighbors, watch, listen, ogle you eating, breastfeeding, screaming. They give feedback.
Only those who are free can get bothered about privacy. It’s a prestigious right.
In Southern Arizona border patrol agents have erected outposts on the northern side of the border. “Are you on American citizen? Are you an American citizen?” they ask drivers commuting through the desert.
Video phone in hand, privacy activists drive their cars up to the checkpoints, stop, roll down the window, and then—when asked the routine question—refuse to answer, press ‘record.’
The community of activists (it’s a straight-white-guy thing) posts their defiance to YouTube. It’s for privacy’s sake (not for immigrants’).
They get lots of hits. 
Both those who aren’t like them experience privacy differently. 
The family swimming in front of us may occupy a realm that’s maybe pre- or post private, to which we are just returning or arriving, he suggests. (We’re staring at them.)
My thought: We who have privacy are choosing to give it up, and we should do so proudly. 
We ascend the castle and the massage begins. His hands press my back while I think about shame and fucking, about sex and love, and what I look like now on the ground, and how it feels to be watched. 
A women’s voice monotonously describes the loneliness of a beautiful place in my ears through headphones. Nature’s beauty is lonely because nature defies our urge to be transactional. You can’t fuck nature. You can’t pay it. Its beauty leaves us isolated, cold.
We put pressure on natural places to do things to us. To change us, to give our thoughts silence (privacy), to allow us an escape. But there is no longer an escape, even here. 
It’s always just the village.
By the waterfall, the little boy from Xilitla had stared back at us, swimming ten feet away from his parents who are in love and distracted. His mom is chubby; she looks up at her man. He’s climbed the waterfall and straddles the stream of water and cups his hands in front of him to outline a heart and looks down at her. He wants attention. 
I tell the little boy ‘mira a tu papa.’ He keeps his eyes trained on us. 
Nature’s the same as the massage – you can’t fuck a massage. There’s no orgasm. You don’t come, but this person’s touch is meant to change you. The body is a meat that the masseur tenderizes, and eventually—there’s a result, there’s matter that’s changed: a resorting of particles.
The process is designed for a closed environment. Highly controlled, an experiment but intimate. It’s meant to be private. We play Eastern music and modify the lighting.
On our date before the massage, we swam, and I took a picture of him in the waterfall with my iPhone 5, and it looked like he was climbing up to heaven—the overexposed sky was white above him from the sun – and he thought the picture was cheesy, but then again, why does it have to feel cheesy when something’s just nice—
And then my grandmother texted with details about picking me up from the airport on Friday, that You Do have Togo thru customs. It is in terminal 4. I will meet you there. Text me just before take off and also when. You land.  Haveagood flight. 
It’s an interruption into a moment that could be romantic. Or it’s just business or it’s just friendship between two lustful men: one older, smooth, light, European, who performs; the other younger, tanner, American, who records. 
The text in my ears is taken from personal journals he kept on a 90-day retreat to a beach in Crete. It was an effort to condense his artistic mission into a digestible paragraph (for the galleries) while he can take a more interesting, less-directed path—hiding behind the clarity of his own statement.
He says his work deals with exploring his own femininity. “A hetero-male feminism.” 
He’s performed this routine since last February on people from the art world—in a reconverted church somewhere in Brooklyn. But the performance has a different sensibility in Las Pozas, in open space—where I can hear tourists stepping over my body, spread across a towel on one of Edward James’s many bridges to nowhere.
One ought to feel freer here, but I’m told my back is tense, just like the New York gallerists’. (I’ve out-smoked them in cigarettes here too, and out-frustrated them sexually.)
I’ve wanted a hand to touch me but have it go beyond what’s going on right now, to own someone, to get intimate. Because isn’t that what’s supposed to happen in beautiful, private places.
When you’re flirting with someone you have to be very aggressive. You have to show them that you want to make them yours. But at the same time, that you don’t give a shit. 
But when you’re facedown on the towel, you have no choice. You’re already his.
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  7. Welcome to the Wangjaesan An interactive video by Cécile B. Evans and Yuri Pattison The Wangjaesan Art Troupe is a dance company that makes regularly scheduled appearances on the DPRK national television station. The tags were compiled through found sources and answer forum responses to questions about rain, the color orange, forever, and the future. This is part of an on-going research about North Korean culture. When the spinning info icon appears, click on the icon to view the tags 1 month ago
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  9. Liberté, égalité, fraternité – The Workings of Brotherhood in the Age of the Web by @JThumfart Johannes Thumfart

    Liberté, égalité, fraternité – The Workings of Brotherhood in the Age of the Web This may be irrelevant, but when I hear the term “brotherhood” I first think about the “Aryan Brotherhood”.  The “Aryan Brotherhood” is a neo-Nazi organization, about which I once saw an episode of “Gangland”. “Gangland” is a TV-series on the “History Channel”. On TV, they said the “Aryan Brotherhood” was one of the most violent of all prison gangs. Then, I think about commander – was that his rank? – Kane and his “Brotherhood of NOD”, the evil faction in 1995’s real time strategy blockbuster “Command and Conquer”. Kane, the leader of this sinister brotherhood had a baldhead and wore leather. The logo of his crew was the tail of a scorpion on a red background. The movies that Imdb lists under the search term “brotherhood” are all either about similar dark cults or about brothers who grew apart, such as the 2006–2008 TV series “Brotherhood”, which – according to the plot summary – “reflects around two brothers on opposite sides of the law: one a gangster and the other a politician.” It feels almost redundant to mention Cain and Abel, Romulus and Remus, Richard I the Lionheart and John Lackland of England, Heinrich and Thomas Mann, Brian Wilson and his “Beach Boy”-Brothers. Practically all the famous brothers hated each other. Brotherhood, in spite of the term’s somehow positive associations with community, is essentially a dark thing.  But that was too fast. Before I come back to the problem of individual evil, let’s talk about violence and evil in a larger scale, the grand narrative. By the end of the 18th century, the broad availability of firearms has led to the French Revolution – overall a catastrophe, bringing about not only the terror of the guillotines and Napoleon, but most of all the rule of the bourgeoisie, which was in some ways – the hells of the 20th century proof it – even worse than what it replaced.  In spite of the devastating effects of this failed revolution of 1789, which still can be felt today, it must be considered one of the most radical undertakings in human history, only comparable to the total transformation of everyday life by the Russian avant-garde before Stalin imposed the kitschness of dictatorship upon esthetic progress. The sans-culottes and others not only wanted to overthrow the proverbially rotten French aristocracy, but also were seeking to built a new society, a society based on the new, secular values liberté, égalité, fraternité.  Invoking this baguette-ish triad seems inevitable when talking about brotherhood and therefore all too trivial at first sight. It is no coincidence that contemporary French neoliberal populist philosophers such as André Glucksmann and Paul Thibaud both were giving unctuous elaborations on this matter. And who has ever been to France will hate nothing more than this kind of revolutionary kitsch that also fuels the so called “radical” left of the country, most of all Alain Badiou, who loves to proclaim “la revolution” from his recess in an elite university.  Something though, is in spite of all that remarkable in the triad liberté, égalité, fraternité: To come straight to the point, it says “brotherhood” not “sisterhood”. Why is that so? Surprisingly, there are not many people who even thought about this. One of the few exceptions is Belgian art historian Thierry de Duve in his essay “Humains, encore un effort si vous voulez être post-chrétiens!”:  To de Duve, who is otherwise a remarkable thinker, the use of “brotherhood” is a hint for the sexism of the French Revolution, which, especially in the juxtaposition to the sacralisation of female figures such as the Marianne, proves that all ideas of the French revolution are ultimately phallo-, logo- and whatever-centric. Of course, that is exactly the kind of bullshit post-deconstructivist and meta-modern approaches have to get rid off. De Duve, otherwise brilliant, is just projecting his own mindset on other epochs in this case. He ultimately criticizes the French Revolution for its inherent sexism that he locates in the fact that 18th century rhetoric didn’t include the gender-neutral formulations of today’s campuses. He implicitly alleges that the French revolutionaries didn’t know better, that they in fact wanted to say “humanity” or “solidarity”, but their sexist subconscious spoiled this certain wish. There is no more naïve and self-righteous way to misunderstand historical speech acts.  The French of the 18th century were probably not aware that “brotherhood” involved an exclusion of gender. They had drafted a “Declaration de droits de l’homme”, which was gender neutral, in spite the word “homme” literally means “man” in the gender sense – just like the English word. In fact, the constitution of 1791 uses the notion of brotherhood in direct relation to a gender-neutral “homme”, when it says: “Men (hommes) of all countries are brothers (frères), he who oppresses one nation declares himself the enemy of all.” It is therefore most likely, that the “fraternité” doesn’t only imply men.  Nevertheless, “fraternité” is not simply a gender-neutral form of “solidarity” or “humanity”. The revolutionaries could have used the gender neutral terms “humanité” or “solidarité”, if they really would have wanted to express that. Both words do rhyme with “egalité” and “liberté” and there were many different versions of the slogan liberté, égalité, fraternité circulating. Replacing one term was a real possibility.  So, why “brotherhood”? What separates the members of a brotherhood from those of a sisterhood besides the bearing or non-bearing of the typical sexual organs – which is most likely anyway not the way how a 18th century person would have understood gender differences? Why is “brotherhood” not “sisterhood”, in a political sense? What is the real difference between both concepts? I mentioned it before. First of all, it needs to be noted that the brothers in classical narratives all hate each other. This phenomenon also exists concerning sisters, but it surely is stronger with brothers. It is almost hard to choose where to begin. Cain and Abel. Osiris and Seth. Romulus and Remus. Richard I the Lionheart and John Lackland of England. Heinrich and Thomas Mann. Where brothers clash, there is often blood. And being competitors for elderly love and heritage, they clash almost everywhere. The relation between really existing brothers is in fact, the opposite of solidarity.  This is an even more interesting fact, since – in spite the hatred between real brothers being trivial and everyday life knowledge – one still associates “brotherhood” with “solidarity”. And we rarely even think about real brothers when we think about “brotherhood”. Two brothers are relatives, but they almost never form a bond of “brotherhood”.  On the other hand, a “brotherhood” is a somewhat mythical, undefined threat to an outsider from the realm of fairytales and conspiracy theories. A “brotherhood” will have its symbols, its liturgy, it’s “secret knowledge”. In one sentence: a brotherhood is folklore and kitsch.  In the juxtaposition of these two implications of brotherhood, one can easily recognize a paradoxical coincidence. The impossibility of real, blood-based brotherhood on the one hand and the hysteric, kitsch concept of brotherhood as secret society on the other. In spite of being the opposite, both notions exactly presuppose each other. There is something so deeply virtual and unreal in the term brotherhood as solidarity that it can only be expressed by the means of a hysteric narrative.  The political notion of a brotherhood – the specific community that brotherhood describes – therefore doesn’t most importantly imply a form of solidarity, but precisely the virtuality of solidarity. When the French citoyens acted with the legitimacy of a “brotherhood”, they acted as individuals in the name of a fictive universal community, which – especially because it obviously doesn’t consist of genetic brothers – at the same time acknowledges its own virtuality. If Kant’s philosophy is the philosophy of the “As-if” – and this fictional approach is precisely the strength of it – then the brotherhood is the community of the “As-if”. The individual acting in the name of a brotherhood, any brotherhood, is like the individual acting in the name of the categorical imperative: acting in the name of the “As-if”. As in Kant’s categorical imperative, it is not the content that is important, but only the form. It is precisely the fiction of the “As if”, which opens up the space of the universal within the limited sphere of the concrete: a possibility that would be less universal if “brotherhood” described a real existing institution. Mathematics is one path to the universal, fiction another. They both happen in a situation where the individual is directly connected to the universal, without institutional middlemen. There might be an institution that doesn’t recognize that 2+2 = 4, but every individual, especially in liberty, will always come to the same conclusion. Narratives, if not obstructed by institutions, do work in a similar way, although their truth is existential, not formal. A brotherhood is – like a tribe – what Lévi-Strauss calls a “zero institution”. It is an institution with neither function nor meaning. Neither does it represent a shared understanding, nor an assumption, nor a shared concrete narrative. Rather, it is just a common, empty “as if” that can take on any concrete narrative or meaning. As such, every individual ultimately decides the meaning of it, but it can serve as a basis for individual actions performed with reference to a fictive community.  It is interesting to recall the brilliant essay “Why the Net is not a Public Sphere” by Jodi Dean, in which Dean argues that the net is such a “zero institution”, since it forms a global discourse and a global sense of community without any concretely existing global community. This paradoxical situation for example leads to the bizarre, clearly untrue idea that “the net” or the “internet community” had one voice, as newspapers and TV often say. The net itself is a fertile ground for infinite brotherhoods with their manifold shibboleths of youth- and nerd-culture. But it also produces a sense of universality in regard to its form, in regard to common, merely technical interests and the common fight against laws such as CISPA or SOPA. The space of the web, as Dean argues, is precisely not a public sphere, but something different. A space in which neither arguments are exchanged, nor consensuses are found, nor people represented: a space instead, in which the logic of representation is exchanged for the logic of action under an individually formulated universal narrative.  This end of representation is precisely what makes a brotherhood so politically powerful and so disquieting. Anonymous or the Mexican #yosoy132 are such brotherhoods. Everybody can claim to act in their name. The Rosicrucians in the 17th century, aka “Fraternity of the most Laudable Order of the Rosy Cross”, were such a brotherhood. Their Invisible College was fictional. Their founder, Christian Rosenkreutz, never existed. One of their most sacred texts, the Corpus Hermeticum, was a forgery. Nevertheless, they formed the seed of the Royal Society, which revolutionized science by universalizing it, by detaching it from concrete institutions and binding it to the individual and its own judgment. This notion of the “Invisible College” or the “Invisible Church” has been influential throughout occidental history. As Carl Schmitt writes in his essay on “The visibility of the Church”, Christianity includes the possibility, that in times of exception, the times of the parousial presence of the divine, the individual has to bypass all institutions and to seek its own relation to the universal. It is important however to remember Kierkegaard here, who clarified that the individual can only find such a privileged path to the universal inasmuch as it is itself an exception to the universal. The individual can only relate to the universal in the form of understanding itself as an exception to the universal – and by doing so, at the same time affirming and revoking the universality of the universal. Similar is the relation of the individual to the brotherhood. The universal can only be fictively invoked as an exception, as a kitsch narrative that at the same time as it is invoked, questions its own legitimacy. It is the big advantage of a brotherhood that it ultimately cannot and never could be taken seriously. In these terms, one has to understand the triad: liberté, égalité, fraternité. Freedom and equality are such absurd, unrealistic ideals that they can only be understood within the framework of the fictive, unreal community of a broken universal that is exceptional and only includes exceptions.  Johannes Thumfart

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  12. “Designer’s Bowl from Winter” by Jasper Spicero for #ETINTERBRO
“Designer’s Bowl from Winter” is a prop from a concept film or video game about a designer named Gordon. Gordon designed the bowl as a memorial to a nervous breakdown he had in the winter time where he smashed all of the ceramic bowls, plates and mugs in his kitchen.
Download the .obj of the Bowl from here 1 month ago
  13. The Couple by Camilo Villegas Salazar #ETINTERBRO
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