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Internet Gaming Project by Jennifer Blair (Assisted suicide attempt #2)

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674h, 790m ex-s

South of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, south (open door), southwest

(open door), and northwest.

674h, 790m ex-

The radiant sun shines all about you.

674h, 790m ex-s

The House of Wares.

A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Falanx, the giant praying

mantis towers over you, its huge pincers twitching. Triak, Scourge of Fate is

here. He wields an ethereal shield of bound shadows in his left hand. You see

a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north (open door) and down (closed door).

674h, 790m ex-say please kill me

You say, “Please kill me.”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “No.”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak utters a short incantation, his body slowly fading from sight. Only his

laboured breathing warns you of his presence, and in seconds even this grows

muffled and silent.

674h, 790m ex-say why not?

You say, “Why not?”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “If you wish death upon yourself find someone

else.”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “Perhaps the Kobold king can hel you.”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “Help you.”

674h, 790m ex-

Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “Or the Pixie Queen.”

674h, 790m ex-

Falanx, the giant praying mantis silently leaves to the north, glaring at you

before it leaves.

674h, 790m ex-honours falanx

There is no such person, I’m afraid.

674h, 790m ex-honours triak

Triak, Scourge of Fate (male Chaos Lord resembling a Grook).

He is 152 years old, having been born on the 4th of Mayan, 326 years after the

fall of the Seleucarian Empire.

He is ranked 87th in Achaea.

He is an extremely credible character.

He is not known for acts of infamy.

He is a Patrician in Ashtan.

He is a proud soldier of Ashtan.

He is considered to be approximately 220635% of your might.

He is a mentor and able to take on proteges.

His motto: ‘Don’t get bitter, get better.’

674h, 790m ex-n

South of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, south (open door), southwest

(open door), and northwest.

674h, 790m ex-n

Central Market of Ashtan.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A sewer

grate looms darkly beneath your feet. A cute little humgii is sitting here

placidly, attached to a leash. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground.

A gleaming wooden sign is posted here. There are 6 War Witches here. There are

7 Knights of the Illuminati here. Seething with primal energy, the Well of

Chaos stands here firm, a circle of divine power. Sprightly balancing on his

hands, an Ashtan Joker cavorts here in a playful manner. A Zarathustran eagle

perches atop a monolith, a golden plaque clutched within its talons.

Brandishing a razor sharp blade, a Freedom Fighter stands here, twirling his

long mustachios. Leaning against the wall, a Soldier of the Golden Apple Corps

watches the goings on of everything around him. A brightly coloured

jack-in-the-box rests quietly on the ground. A small black cobra is flaring its

hood here. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to

see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest (open

door), west, and northwest.

674h, 790m ex-e

East of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. A mottled Mhojave desert falcon glides

effortlessly to and fro. A common red admiral butterfly flits about over your

head. Phoenix Fledgling Virtu is here. You see a sign here instructing you

that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, east (open door), south, southwest, west, and

northwest.

674h, 790m ex-

The radiant sun shines all about you.

674h, 790m ex-say please kill me

You say, “Please kill me.”

674h, 790m ex-e

Ulangi Trading & Exploration Co. (est. 307).

A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Overflowing with blood and

other trophies of the dead, a sacrificial altar to the Lord of Warfare has been

erected nearby. Falanx, the giant praying mantis towers over you, its huge

pincers twitching. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the

command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading west (open door) and down (closed door).

674h, 790m ex-

A red admiral butterfly flits in from the west.

674h, 790m ex-w

East of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. A mottled Mhojave desert falcon glides

effortlessly to and fro. Phoenix Fledgling Virtu is here. You see a sign here

instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, east (open door), south, southwest, west, and

northwest.

674h, 790m ex-w

Central Market of Ashtan.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A sewer

grate looms darkly beneath your feet. A cute little humgii is sitting here

placidly, attached to a leash. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground.

A gleaming wooden sign is posted here. There are 6 War Witches here. There are

7 Knights of the Illuminati here. Seething with primal energy, the Well of

Chaos stands here firm, a circle of divine power. Sprightly balancing on his

hands, an Ashtan Joker cavorts here in a playful manner. A Zarathustran eagle

perches atop a monolith, a golden plaque clutched within its talons.

Brandishing a razor sharp blade, a Freedom Fighter stands here, twirling his

long mustachios. Leaning against the wall, a Soldier of the Golden Apple Corps

watches the goings on of everything around him. A brightly coloured

jack-in-the-box rests quietly on the ground. A small black cobra is flaring its

hood here. Lucca paces here, calling out to passers-by in hopes of attracting

their attention to the Bastion Bugle. You see a sign here instructing you that

WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest (open

door), west, and northwest.

674h, 790m ex-w

West of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. Tail swishing agitatedly, a black

desert stallion stands here regally. You see a sign here instructing you that

WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, and west (open door).

674h, 790m ex-w

The Tools of Fate.

There are 2 ornate steel rapiers here. A runic totem is planted solidly in the

ground. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see

what is for sale.

You see exits leading east (open door) and down (closed door).

674h, 790m ex-e

West of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. Tail swishing agitatedly, a black

desert stallion stands here regally. You see a sign here instructing you that

WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, and west (open door).

674h, 790m ex-e

Central Market of Ashtan.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A sewer

grate looms darkly beneath your feet. A cute little humgii is sitting here

placidly, attached to a leash. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground.

A gleaming wooden sign is posted here. There are 6 War Witches here. There are

7 Knights of the Illuminati here. Seething with primal energy, the Well of

Chaos stands here firm, a circle of divine power. Sprightly balancing on his

hands, an Ashtan Joker cavorts here in a playful manner. A Zarathustran eagle

perches atop a monolith, a golden plaque clutched within its talons.

Brandishing a razor sharp blade, a Freedom Fighter stands here, twirling his

long mustachios. Leaning against the wall, a Soldier of the Golden Apple Corps

watches the goings on of everything around him. A brightly coloured

jack-in-the-box rests quietly on the ground. A small black cobra is flaring its

hood here. Lucca paces here, calling out to passers-by in hopes of attracting

their attention to the Bastion Bugle. You see a sign here instructing you that

WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest (open

door), west, and northwest.

674h, 790m ex-n

North of Central Market.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A rune

resembling a horse has been sketched into the ground here. A narrow, short dirk

catches your eye. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A pale blue

marble bench is here. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the

command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north (open door), east, southeast, south, southwest, and

west.

674h, 790m ex-n

The Sarcophagus.

A rune resembling a horse has been sketched into the ground here. A runic totem

is planted solidly in the ground. Korthian is here. You see a sign here

instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north (open door), south (open door), and down (closed

door).

674h, 790m ex-say please kill me

You say, “Please kill me.”

674h, 790m ex-tell korthian please kill me

You tell Korthian, “Please kill me.”

674h, 790m ex-ql

The Sarcophagus.

A rune resembling a horse has been sketched into the ground here. A runic totem

is planted solidly in the ground. Korthian is here. You see a sign here

instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.

You see exits leading north (open door), south (open door), and down (closed

door).

674h, 790m ex-look korthian

He is a winged Atavian. He is wearing flowing indigo robes, and a canvas

backpack.

674h, 790m ex-yell please kill me!

You yell, “Please kill me!”

674h, 790m ex-

Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos yells, “You asked for it.”

674h, 790m ex-

Sorantia, riding an armoured rhinoceros, arrives from the south.

674h, 790m ex-yell Thank you!

You yell, “Thank you!”

674h, 790m ex-

Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos says, “Why do you want to die?”

674h, 790m ex-say i have nothing left to live for.

You say, “I have nothing left to live for.”

674h, 790m ex-

Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos says, “Uh, right.”

674h, 790m ex-say well, let’s get on with it…

You say, “Well, let’s get on with it…”

674h, 790m ex-

Sorantia gives you the once over.

674h, 790m ex-

Sorantia puts her hands on her hips and goes “Hmmm!”

674h, 790m ex-

Sorantia, riding an armoured rhinoceros, leaves to the south.

674h, 790m ex-yell come back!!!

You yell, “Come back!!!”

674h, 790m ex-

A snaking stream of acid from Sorantia’s maw forks into the room, blasting into

you mercilessly.

283h, 790m ex-yell one more

You yell, “One more.”

283h, 790m ex-

A snaking stream of acid from Sorantia’s maw forks into the room, blasting into

you mercilessly.

The Dragon’s acid has burned through your skull and into your brain, setting

off every pain receptor in your body before you expire.

You have been slain by Sorantia.

0h, 790m ex-

Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos yells, “Rest in peace.”

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Internet Gaming project by Jennifer Blair (Assisted suicide attempt #1)

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Fish Street.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. A rugged war goat stands here, gnawing

on the leather bit of its reins. A mule of Moghedu wanders about here, nosing

at the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. Playing

endlessly with its long floppy ears, a small burro stands here quietly.

Resplendent in Shallamese livery, an herald stands here ready to share the

news. There are 2 alabaster pegasi here. A noble hippogriff flaps its wings in

agitation here. The shining figure of a guardian angel floats in the air here.

Grandmaster Dinonicus Vana’diel, the Revered Elder is here. Concordian Wavelet,

Braeley Windsong, Faithful of Light is here. Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari

Storyteller is here. Equerry Aemon Rian is riding on a noble hippogriff. He

wields a dwarven battleaxe in each hand. You may ENTER SUBDIVISION from here.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east (closed door), southeast (open

door), south (open door), southwest (open door), and west.

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says in a sweet, breathy voice, “Rarely.”

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says, “Been hunting for the last

three months.”

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie blinks.

674h, 790m ex-say Please kill me somebody

A paradise bird flutters in from the west.

674h, 790m ex-

You say, “Please kill me somebody.”

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says, “Almost constantly.”

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says in a sweet, breathy voice, “Oh way to start hunting.”

674h, 790m ex-

A paradise bird flutters off to the north.

674h, 790m ex-say I have nothing left to live for

You say, “I have nothing left to live for.”

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says, “Should see my amount of

essence.”

674h, 790m ex-ql

Fish Street.

The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic

totem is planted solidly in the ground. A rugged war goat stands here, gnawing

on the leather bit of its reins. A mule of Moghedu wanders about here, nosing

at the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. Playing

endlessly with its long floppy ears, a small burro stands here quietly.

Resplendent in Shallamese livery, an herald stands here ready to share the

news. There are 2 alabaster pegasi here. A noble hippogriff flaps its wings in

agitation here. The shining figure of a guardian angel floats in the air here.

Concordian Wavelet, Braeley Windsong, Faithful of Light is here. Grandmaster

Dinonicus Vana’diel, the Revered Elder is here. Equerry Aemon Rian is riding on

a noble hippogriff. He wields a dwarven battleaxe in each hand. Grandmaster

Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller is here. You may ENTER SUBDIVISION from here.

You see exits leading north, northeast, east (closed door), southeast (open

door), south (open door), southwest (open door), and west.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon sits down.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon climbs onto a noble hippogriff.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon steps down off of a noble hippogriff.

674h, 790m ex-

A noble hippogriff begins to follow Aemon obediently.

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says to you, “Sure you do.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon sits down.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex, riding a blood steed, arrives from the north.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon sits down.

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex takes a drink from an oaken vial.

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex suddenly loses the fury in his eyes.

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says in a soft, gentle voice, “I should hunt. I just can’t bring myself

to.”

674h, 790m ex-say I need help ending my life

You say, “I need help ending my life.”

674h, 790m ex-

Shinta arrives from the north.

674h, 790m ex-

Shinta leaves to the south.

The door to the south slams shut.

674h, 790m ex-

The door leading south is opened from the other side.

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says in a sweet, breathy voice, “So young to have such drama.”

674h, 790m ex-

Shinta arrives from the south.

674h, 790m ex-

The door to the south slams shut.

674h, 790m ex-

Shinta leaves to the west.

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley tilts her head curiously at you.

674h, 790m ex-

The radiant sun shines all about you.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says with a noble accent, “I hate hunting myself.”

674h, 790m ex-say please kill me.

You say, “Please kill me.”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “Why?”

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says to Aemon in a sweet, breathy voice, “Good reason not to date you.”

674h, 790m ex-say I want to die

You say, “I want to die.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon raises an eyebrow at Pawlie.

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie grins mischievously at Aemon.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says to Pawlie with a noble accent, “Are you serious.”

674h, 790m ex-

Amirah enters from the west, a wyvern reflected in her eyes.

674h, 790m ex-

Amirah leaves to the west, a wyvern reflected in her eyes.

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie grins and nods.

674h, 790m ex-say yes

You say, “Yes.”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “You need a reincarnation, kiddo?”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley tilts her head curiously at you.

674h, 790m ex-

Rystal tells you, “HELP SUICIDE.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says to Pawlie with a noble accent, “Sorry, but hunting boreds me.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says to Pawlie with a noble accent, “Though raiding thats fun.”

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says in a sweet, breathy voice, “Oh please, don’t apologize to me.”

674h, 790m ex-

Akemi arrives from the northeast.

674h, 790m ex-say I’ll pay somebody to help me commit suicide

You say, “I’ll pay somebody to help me commit suicide.”

674h, 790m ex-help suicide

19.8 Starting over: SUICIDE / DELETING / RECREATING / REROLLING

If you wish to permanently end your adventurer’s life in Achaea, use the

SUICIDE command. You will be asked for confirmation that this is, indeed, what

you wish to do, and, if you answer AGREE then your adventurer will be erased

from reality * PERMANENTLY *. Be careful in doing this as the decision to

suicide is not reversible and you will not be able to use this same name for

awhile.

WHAT YOU CANNOT DO

——————

It is not possible to force someone else to suicide.

* IF YOU HAVE EVER PURCHASED CREDITS FOR MONEY: you cannot suicide. *

ALTERNATIVES

————

Type MORE to continue reading. (49% shown)

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie says in a sweet, breathy voice, “Yeah I dont’ mind defending, but

raiding…not my cup of tea either.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says to you with a noble accent, “Why you want to die?”

674h, 790m ex-

The radiant sun shines all about you.

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says to you, “We don’t do that

here in Shallam.”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “Please read HELP SUICIDE.”

674h, 790m ex-

Pawlie tells you, “Help suicide.”

674h, 790m ex-

Succumbing to utter exhaustion, Pawlie falls into a deep sleep.

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “But we will -not- help you do

it.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon whispers quiet words of prayer, and you are surrounded by a feeling of

well-being.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon sits down.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon prays for assistance in his pilgrimage.

674h, 790m ex-say i can’t do it myself, don’t have the stomach

You say, “I can’t do it myself, don’t have the stomach.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon sits down.

674h, 790m ex-

Akemi leaves to the west.

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “Then you don’t really want to

commit suicide.”

674h, 790m ex-say no i wanna be murdered

You say, “No i wanna be murdered.”

674h, 790m ex-

Justiciar Wyverex, Seeker of Valour says, “Go to mhaldor, they do that sort of

thing.”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says to you in a soft, gentle voice, “Well, we are not going to murder

you.”

674h, 790m ex-say i got money

You say, “I got money.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says with a noble accent, “Yeah go to Mhaldor and insult one of them that

will do it.”

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley asks you in a soft, gentle voice, “I’ll take you the arena?”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon says with a noble accent, “Doubt if pickens can go Braeley.”

674h, 790m ex-

“Heh heh heh” Braeley chuckles.

674h, 790m ex-

Braeley says in a soft, gentle voice, “I know.”

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon puts his fingers to his lips and utters a shrill whistle.

674h, 790m ex-

A mottled desert falcon glides in.

674h, 790m ex-

A falcon alights on the wrist of Aemon.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon pets a Mhojave falcon ingratiatingly.

674h, 790m ex-

Aemon gives a complex series of whistles.

674h, 790m ex-

A desert falcon spreads its wings and flies away.

674h, 790m ex-say why won’t anyone just kill me?

You say, “Why won’t anyone just kill me?”

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex lays out a collection of inks.

674h, 790m ex-

The door leading south is opened from the other side.

674h, 790m ex-

Silas arrives from the south.

674h, 790m ex-

The door to the south slams shut.

674h, 790m ex-

Silas easily vaults onto the back of an alabaster pegasus.

674h, 790m ex-

Silas removes a shackle of Garash.

674h, 790m ex-

Silas gallops off to the north on an alabaster pegasus.

674h, 790m ex-say it’s what i want.

You say, “It’s what i want.”

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex gathers his inks together in one hand.

674h, 790m ex-

The radiant sun shines all about you.

674h, 790m ex-

Raising his hand to his mouth, Wyverex begins to gently blow the inks into the

air.

674h, 790m ex-

Grandmaster Rystal Seir, Sentaari Storyteller says, “Because this is Shallam…

city of Light.. murder is murder.”

674h, 790m ex-

The ink momentarily swirls above Justiciar Wyverex, Seeker of Valour’s torso

and then begins to adhere.

674h, 790m ex-

Wyverex frowns in concentration, and the ink begins to shape itself into a

moon.

674h, 790m ex-

Akemi arrives from the west.

674h, 790m ex-

Akemi leaves to the northeast.

674h, 790m ex-

As the moon tattoo’s shape is codified, and the last of the ink leaves the air,

Wyverex pauses for a moment, an admiring look on his face.

674h, 790m ex-say i suppose i will have to try elsewhere.

You say, “I suppose i will have to try elsewhere.”

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McD’s Performance

Hi guys!

I just wanted to get the discussion going so that we know what we’re doing by the end of the week. I’ve been doing some research on McD’s and their treatment of animals and I’m posting links to what I’ve found on this blog. I know that everyone was going to do some research of their own, so please post whatever you find as well.
Caitlin

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/1906496.stm

http://www.peta.org/living/at-winter1999/mcds.html

http://www.peta.org/feat/paulmc/factsheet.html

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Guillermo Gómez-Peña to visit CSU Fort Collins

This is an event that I strongly recommend. Perhaps some of your peers might be interested in carpooling to Fort Collins. Feel free to post here in the comments section if you are interested in carpooling to Fort Collins.

The Colorado State University Student Organization for the Visual Arts (SOVA) is honored to announce Guillermo Gómez-Peña as a visiting artist for the 2008 academic season. The artist will appear at CSU’s Lory Student Center Theater on Wednesday, February 27, and Thursday, February 28, at 6 p.m. The events are free and open to the public.

Wednesday evening Gómez-Peña will offer a solo performance, The Mexorcist, in which he explores aspects of immigration, globalization, technology, censorship, and interracial relations. Thursday evening’s audio-visual performance, Ethno Techno: In Search of a New Aesthetic, will focus on Gómez-Peña’s projects over the past five years. In addition to themes addressed in The Mexorcist, Gómez-Peña here explores the “mainstream bizarre” and “multi-culturalism” as it relates to the Chicano/Latino community, and notions of the body in performance.

Born in Mexico, resident of San Francisco, Guillermo Gómez-Peña, whether working in performance, installation, writing, video, or the web, illuminates the cultural side effects of globalization and the commodification of identity. The world-renowned artist may also be familiar to the public as a contributor to National Public Radio’s “All Things Considered.” In 1993, he formalized the artist-collective and non-profit organization La Pocha Nostra, based in San Francisco. The group’s artwork primarily concerns the interface between Mexican and United States culture. Interdisciplinary projects and books explore borders in various realms–physical, cultural, and otherwise, between the two countries and between mainstream U.S. and Latino cultures in general: the U.S.-Mexican border itself, immigration, cross-cultural identity, and the confrontation and misunderstandings between cultures and races. Gómez-Peña’s collaborative performance art often involves elaborate costuming which ultimately engages the audience to become a part of the performance itself. He has worked in multiple media, and has published eight books in both English and Spanish. Among his many prestigious awards, he is the first Mexican-born artist to receive a MacArthur Foundation Fellowship Award (1991). He has been producing work around the world consistently since 1988. In the words of La Pocha Nostra:

“Our common denominator is our desire to cross and erase dangerous borders between art and politics, practice and theory, artist and spectator. We strive to eradicate myths of purity and dissolve borders surrounding culture, ethnicity, gender, language, and métier. La Pocha collaborates across national borders, race, gender and generations. Our collaborations are founded on an ideal: If we learn to cross borders on stage, we may learn how to do so in larger social spheres. We hope others will be challenged to do the same. La Pocha Nostra is a virtual “maquiladora,” a conceptual assembly plant that produces brand-new metaphors, symbols, images, and words to explain the complexities of our times.”

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Project Proposal: Good Example

The following is an example of a good project proposal. Some of the strengths include: well-organized paragraphs, conceptually creative and supported choices,  logistical foresight, clarity in communicating project purpose, awareness of its situation in contemporary performance, and ambition. Micro/Macro-Performance

Performance art is often created according to a human scale since it is based upon the body/bodies of the performer.  The performer moves his body around a space; she engages with the audience’s bodies; the performance is documented by another person using a manageable hand-held camera; etc.  I am interested in exploring avenues of performance art that are habitually passed over because of issues of scale.  I propose to create two performances: one that explores performance on a small scale and another that creates a mega-scale performance.

I will reserve a classroom in Columbine specifically for my performance.  The room will be darkened for visitors as they enter.  Inside the room I will have constructed a small box that will house me and an opaque projector.  There will be a small hole through which the opaque projector will throw its image and a few small slots for ventilation.  Since opaque projectors enlarge whatever is in their viewfinder, whatever I perform within the viewfinder will be enlarged for the audience.  I will use a small needle to implant corn silk into a strip of apricot fruit leather.  When enlarged, this will appear similar to the act of adding hair to a hide, but just different enough to make the viewer question what is actually being performed.  The use of unusual materials and their shift in scale will create an unsettling image for the audience.

I have chosen not to use video for this project because of the complications it can create.  If video is used, the audience may wonder if the image is simply a recording or if it has been altered with special effects.  Using the opaque projector will allow the audience to understand that it is a live performance being carried out in the box.

My choice of materials and their apparent similarity to skin and hair will hint at the body – a constant in traditional performance art – without using the actual image of a body, thereby playing with the history of performance and reexamining its uses.

My macro-performance will consist of one iceberg in the Antarctic located at latitude: 72.087432 and longitude: 94.394531.  For the next two weeks, I will drive everywhere I go, even from class to class.  I will leave my car running as much as possible.  The bumper of my car will bear a sticker reading, “Al Gore Loves Global Warming.  It Makes Him Rich.  I Work for Al Gore.” If I have to walk anywhere, I will dispense an aerosol can full of CFCs into the air during the duration of my walk.  My actions should melt and move the iceberg an infinitesimally small amount.  The performance is not my driving or walking, but the reaction of the iceberg.

This performance requires no formal audience and my only documentation will be scientific data accumulated by scientists in the region that I will never see, my gas receipts, and the empty aerosol cans.  My performance is large in scale because of the amount of people involved – the scientists, those holding me up in traffic, the landscape architects who require me to walk around a corner rather than through it, the manufacturers of the aerosol, and the Subaru corporation – as well as the scope of the geography and land involved.

This project examines the effects of an individual and where an artwork begins and ends.  My actions will be felt far into the future as well as here in the present and they involve many more people than those within my immediate “audience.”
The proposal is a hypothetical one for an assignment that we will not have this semester: Micro- and Macro-Performance.

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Course Schedule

Soy Bomb

I’ve got the course schedule finished to a suitable degree (I will add more readings later in the semester). You may now download it and marvel at all you will learn and do this semester. Ain’t education great?

Link: VaPA 390 Course Schedule (56KB PDF)

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