Show me a corporate executive who says he has stopped printing manuals for his products or who wants you to do online billing to "save the trees" and I'll show you a liar.
It's about cost savings, which will not be passed on to you.
So sick of these lies--they are everywhere.
Greenwashing BS. Make it stop.
Update: If banks and credit card issuers are so concerned with trees they could stop stuffing promotional materials into their billing envelopes...
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Spiegel is known best as a computer music pioneer (see this YouTube). The image above comes from a page on her site called Early Bell Labs Computer Arts Work. The original raster painting was made in 1974.
A screen shot of her playing music on a computer instrument that looks like an Apollo moon mission console (that I put up prior to the YouTube post of her performance) and more about her music here.
"Metro Blorp 2" [mp3 removed -- a revised version of this track is on Bandcamp]
Some electro drum loops run through a software delay and multi-tracked; the synth on top of them is the Reaktor 3X. Was inspired on the squiggly synth filtering by the work of Lory D, some of whose tracks I've recently found, after listening to one ("Bitter End 1," misnamed as Synapse's "Stealing Science" on Tony Thorpe's Electric Kingdom compilation) about a thousand times. He alters more settings in real time, but I've got several tunes going at once by the end.
Let's try it with, oh, say, Jenny Holzer:
Holzer acted in a film by Beth B and Scott B, The Trap Door (1980)
Beth B later directed Two Small Bodies, which starred Suzy Amis and Fred Ward.
Suzy Amis is the current wife of director James Cameron.
James Cameron was married to Kathryn Bigelow from 1989-1991.
Bigelow is a past member of Art & Language.
Art & Language is in the Tate collection with Francis Bacon.
[OK it's a lousy game, because no one current is really connected to Bacon except through the Tate. The Trap Door is chock-a-block with art stars; have never seen it. Here's co-director Scott B's description, from IMDb: "A Nietzschian parable on the fate of innocence, THE TRAP DOOR follows the mishaps of Jeremy (John Ahearn) as he is fired by his boss (Jenny Holzer), gets laughed out of court by Judge Gary Indiana, loses his girlfriend to sleazy Richard Prince, is hustled by prospective employer (Bill Rice) and mauled by predatory bird-women. Finally, he seeks the help of a shrink (the legendary Jack Smith) who turns out to be the most demented of all."]
In yesterday's Salon Martha P. Nochimson takes Kathryn Bigelow to task for not being femme enough: "It's that I'm still coming to grips with how a woman could possibly have dreamed up this spartan American soldier in Iraq, who, while obsessively romancing death as a bomb-squad ace, outdoes the most extreme images of machismo ever produced by mainstream America."
Some good responses on the first (earliest) page of letters. Anna68:
Uh, because she is an artist and artists are keen observers of human nature? Just a shot in the dark.
(With feminists like this, who needs mysogyny!)
MHC adds:
...Bigelow is a visual artist, not simply a "female director" (whatever that may mean.)
And her film centers on a character who is addicted to a nearly wordless, intense, visual pursuit -- as is any visual artist worth their salt, no matter their gender. Bigelow chose the palette of war, and did show something about the addiction our culture has to war making, but what I found compelling was watching the main character work, watching him engaged in a life and death situation that depended for a positive outcome on his visual acuity, totally mesmerizing. The life and death part of his job seemed secondary to him; the time-stopping focus he was capable of achieving when looking at a bomb and figuring out how to defuse it was what seemed to bring him intense pleasure and release. Anyone who thinks images can relate to that. And anyone who makes war knows that James' character was doing, on a micro-scale, what war-makers do, too; they focus exclusively on the necessary. And women are obviously as capable of engaging in that kind of focus. Just ask Bigelow.
In the film, the main character keeps a box of defused bomb parts as souvenirs. A fellow soldier says "it's just junk from Radio Shack." Reading MHC's letter made me think about the artist connection: the box suggests an after-the-fact version of the found object/collage materials artists collect, which have no value until they are assembled.
