<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:34:07.073-07:00</updated><category term='Modern Talking - China In Her Eyes'/><category term='dodgeville start-off plan'/><title type='text'>dodgeville</title><subtitle type='html'>dodgeville is a project on chinatown [ams].the one dodgeville is only a beginning. dodgeville is the place a conventional map cannot spot. dodgeville is a responsive narrative connected to other dodgevilles. their relations are not distance, but hidden proximities.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dodgeville</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17959688726137621709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-3856348471289952247</id><published>2007-07-02T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T03:46:59.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Body: Red Light District Intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As a part of our studio, Urban Body, this spring, we did an intervention in the Red Light District in Amsterdam, which is geographically almost intertwined with Chinatown. In spite of the closeness, many people in RLD are not even aware of CHT's existence. By placing a chinese red lantern in a RLD-window, and showing the movie "Spirited Away", we were hoping to make people stop, question what we were doing and maybe get a new perspective. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lEE1vZ7L0N4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lEE1vZ7L0N4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-3856348471289952247?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/3856348471289952247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=3856348471289952247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/3856348471289952247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/3856348471289952247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/07/urban-body-red-light-district.html' title='Urban Body: Red Light District Intervention'/><author><name>oxotnic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705175290603484818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-2355678172241785018</id><published>2007-03-06T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:28:31.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAPPING THE RHYTHM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rhythms observed from an apartment window, seen from the window', to be pedestrian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several recurring themes emerge in Henri Lefebvres Rhythmanalysis: Space, Time and Everyday Life Continuum (London, 2004): the difference between repetition and rhythm; the nature of cyclical and linear repetition and rhythm; the focus on the body as the source of multiple 'natural' rhythms; and the dialectical play of different rhythms, particularly the tense interplay of rational, industrial, linear time with natural, cyclical variants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just drift through the place, automatically lead there from Amsterdam  Centraal, which is described with the word “derive” by the French artist and Situationist Guy Debord.&lt;br /&gt;(Some of his work is exhibited in “mapping the city” in the Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By doing this exercise we realized how many cctv cameras from the police are installed in the district and that people are hardly aware of that they are monitored all the time.&lt;br /&gt;We got a high response from civilians, interested in what we are doing, doesn’t seem to bother them to much being captured. Amongst them, an American researcher who lives in Haarlem, the Netherlands and who and was interviewing artist working in Chinatown. He publishes everyday about the perception of art on his website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artandperception.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.ArtAndPerception.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing out on the street at night, at the crossing point between Chinatown and the red-light district, gave a completely different picture than we had during the day. As soon as the light goes down, the audience changes. And surprisingly, you hardly see any Chinese people anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The same cars were passing in every few minutes, with dark windows and men inside looking suspicious at us, and realized that now we became highly monitored ourselves. The rhythm gets definitely faster at night and the redlight district reaches its arms into Chinatown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-2355678172241785018?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/2355678172241785018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=2355678172241785018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/2355678172241785018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/2355678172241785018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/03/mapping-rhythm.html' title='MAPPING THE RHYTHM'/><author><name>Clauds' Body</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487418778775732032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-5715501192376076302</id><published>2007-03-06T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T01:22:45.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYDAY SHOPPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;by studying Walter Benjamins arcade project i found this link worth sharing with you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.othervoices.org/gpeaker/Prostit.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.othervoices.org/gpeaker/Prostit.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-5715501192376076302?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/5715501192376076302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=5715501192376076302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/5715501192376076302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/5715501192376076302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/03/everyday-shopping.html' title='EVERYDAY SHOPPING'/><author><name>Clauds' Body</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487418778775732032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-5808036006572304331</id><published>2007-03-05T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:30:45.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda Lear - Queen of Chinatown</title><content type='html'>The Music video Odyssey continues... For this week, retro-active aesthetics and heavy bass vocals by Amanda Lear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2daQY3D0Mw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2daQY3D0Mw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-5808036006572304331?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/5808036006572304331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=5808036006572304331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/5808036006572304331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/5808036006572304331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/03/amanda-lear-queen-of-chinatown.html' title='Amanda Lear - Queen of Chinatown'/><author><name>oxotnic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705175290603484818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-2393153830842746749</id><published>2007-03-05T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T08:56:35.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seizing the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday we went to Amsterdam to work with our rythm analysis.We wanted to film at three scales simultaneously, capturing one event from the detail to its context. Originally we wanted to have one camera on street level, and the other two in a slightly higher position in order to get a better view. That proved difficult, though, so we ended up having all three cameras on street level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera 1 was placed in one of the alleys between Chinatown and the Red Light District, directed towards a window in which a prostitute was working. Camera 2 was placed in the Zeedijk, where it intersects with the alley, capturing people going in and out of the alley. Camera 3 we put on a tripod in Nieuw Markt, directed towards the Zeedijk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We captured people, mostly men, passing in the alley, looking at the women in the window, pausing to consider whether or not to go inside. Some did, some didn’t, some changed their mind and come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw herds of tourists walking from the alley and up the Zeedijk, we saw chinese women and men carrying shoppingbags from one of the chinese supermarkets in the area, a man picking up trash, police on bicycles, a horse and buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw more tourists, cars running, people going in and out of cafes, people stopping in the street talking to eachother, a woman with a baby stopping to talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our day in Amsterdam, the pace of movement seemed to change a little, in a way everything became more dense, concentrated, focused. Many of the random tourists are gone by this time, the ones that are left seem to have more of a purpose. Taxis were almost the only kind of veichle passing in Zeedijk, though passing isn’t exactly the right word, because almost all of them stop at our intersection, letting people on and off. When the everyday-life is coming to an end and leaves the place to the every-night-life, it takes with it a lot of the activites and the people performing them, and the activities brought by the night don’t quite make up for the loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-2393153830842746749?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/2393153830842746749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=2393153830842746749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/2393153830842746749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/2393153830842746749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/03/seizing-day.html' title='Seizing the day'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206497211721365762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-4229231919332693955</id><published>2007-03-05T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T03:34:55.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On prostitution in Amsterdam in general</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After having talked to the Ghanese girl (a prostitute in the Red Light District), we wanted to check her story by talking to some “reliable source”. Maybe it was our prejudice against prostitution that was so strong that even though our girl gave no signs of being a liar, we felt we had to get her story confimed. Is it really true that most of the girls work there without having someone pushing them into it? Or is that just something they tell us and themselves in order to make their lives more bearable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex industry is probably one of the businesses with most prejudice connected to it, and the woman at the Prostitution Information Center (PIC) was quick to inform me that most of them are based on myths. Of course there exist women who are being exploited, but the big majority of the sex-workers work there out of own (free) will, and aren’t forced to do so by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The renting of the windows works more or less like a mall, she tells me. There are about 60 different landowners renting out windows in Amsterdam, providing the sex workers a place from which they can sell their services. But quite as a mall it doesn’t seem. The women pay up front per shift, each shift lasting 8-12 hours. Depending on the location of the window, the time of day, and day of week, the prices vary from 50 to 135 euros per shift. A normal start out price for a 20 min session is 50 euros. As in everything else, there are good days and bad days, sometimes you barely make the rent, sometimes you go home with your pocket full of 50-euro bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being the market isn’t too good and there are plenty of empty windows. This might be the reason why some owners now start to ask for a week’s payment in advance- in order to secure their own income. Of course, this for the women is not such a good idea- if they fall sick one day, they loose the money. It’s less risky for the prostitutes to pay per day, of course, which also allows them a bit more freedom of movement. But it also means that in the beginning you must be prepared to move around a bit, taking one shift here and one shift there. When you’ve established a good relationship with the owner, and they know that you show up when you’ve said you will, chances are you’ll get a more permanent spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window-owners, or the bosses as the woman at the PIC somethimes called them, are licenced by the government. They are obliged to provide a security service for the women working there. Every window is equipped with an alarm-button in case the prostitute should be in any kind of emergency. Even though customers very seldom get violent, there might be some minor quarrels, or there might of course occur some kind of health emergency. The bosses have people on their staff that come to help in these occations, only seldomly the police is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bosses also often have offices where the prostitutes can by safe sex supplies. Everyone is responsible for his or her own health, so there are no compulsory check-ups for the girls. Hopefully both workers and customers are being responsible, but as with everything else, money makes a difference for some. Some customers are willing to offer double payment to put their own and the prostitute’s health at risk, and a strained economy sometimes make the women accept such an offer. The authorities are trying to provide information and help, and there are free clinics available. There also exist special teams that go around to clubs and brothels, to make it easier for the women to have their health checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nationalities represented in the Red Light District varies a lot with the political and economical situation in the world. At least on the worker side. You have to be an EU citizen to work there legally, so most of the women are from European countries, or they have traveled through Europe in order to get a European passport. Since the Eastern European countries joined the EU, there’s been a boom in prostitues from these countries. Changes in the economic situation in different countries manifest themselves in changes in the number of workers from each country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the customers, it’s seems to be a bit more stable. The clients are mainly toursist and men in Amsterdam on business, and there seems to be an overwhelming majority of British men. Most Dutch customers go to one of the many other Red Light Districts in Holland or Amsterdam, avoiding the largest one. If you do see a Dutch man in “our”  Red Light District, chances are that he’s there for one special woman only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pic-amsterdam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.pic-amsterdam.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-4229231919332693955?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/4229231919332693955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=4229231919332693955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/4229231919332693955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/4229231919332693955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-prostitution-in-amsterdam-in-general.html' title='On prostitution in Amsterdam in general'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206497211721365762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-603732690486029460</id><published>2007-03-01T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T10:07:54.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Practice Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Asignment:&lt;br /&gt;Find a place in the Faculty of Architecture that you’d like to change. Movement patterns, behavior, focus. Make an intervention that you think will lead to this change. Document it. Document what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result:&lt;br /&gt;We picked our spot in the cafeteria, and wanted to create more order. We tried to change peoples routines for cleaning up their own mess, andt raise some environmental awareness. This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/atSCXPIUVNk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/atSCXPIUVNk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-603732690486029460?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/603732690486029460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=603732690486029460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/603732690486029460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/603732690486029460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/03/creative-practice-workshop.html' title='Creative Practice Workshop'/><author><name>oxotnic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705175290603484818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-7647880519160546883</id><published>2007-03-01T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:20:03.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl from Ghana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Subject: Prostitute in the red light district. To where and who is this subject connected? Our scope is to be able to untangle the threads attatched to this person, make maps of her movement and her connections, see how she uses the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going around in the red light district we worked up the courage to try to talk to some of the sex-workers there. A girl from Ghana agreed to talk to us. She’s a quite nice-looking girl/woman, I’m guessing she’s in her mid-twenties, she doesn’t look so tired as so many of the other women in the area. She told us she came here seven years ago with her father. Three years ago she began working as a prostitute, simply because it seemed like the easiest way to earn money. Easy has to be an exaggeration, at least according to my idea of it. She said she’s working 18 hours a day, from 10 am to 4 am, six days a week. Not exactly my idea of easy money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working 18 hours a day means that she doesn’t really have time to use the city she’s living in , to experience it.  For us it also means that our mapping of her will have to focus on other things in addition to her movement during the day. Finding out how the business is organized, what her clients are like, from who she rents her window etc, are all quite interesting factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discover that our girl is not only a subject, she is also very much objectified. Not merely as an object of lust for certain clients and bypassers. By confining herself in such a narrow space that a red-light window is, she limits her own possibilites to affect her environment, she is very much dependent on people coming to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, in other ways she’s as much a subject as anyone else. She tells us that she’s working independently, not being organized in any way, no pimp watching her back and taking his share of the money. So if she sometimes decides to not come to work, that’s her choice.  How long she stays at work, is also her choice. She tells us that she normally works very hard to make her rent, and that she allows herself a bit more slack when she has secured the day’s profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that what we discover by talking to this girl, is very different from what I expected to find. I was imagining that by interviewing a prostitute, a whole spiderweb of connections and relations would reveal itself to us. I was expecting to find unexpected connections of some sort, seeing that everything in this city is somehow tied together.  Ok, I was perhaps hoping for too much. But what we’ve found actually contradicts all my assumptions. At least I would think that the Red Light District and Chinatown would be connected, if only by the fact that our girl would go to one of the chinese restaurants in the area. Of course these connections might still exist even if we haven’t discovered them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I don’t think we’ll find these links through our prostitute. In the little free time she has, she sometimes goes to a nearby bar to get a cup of coffee with one of her friends. They’re all prostitutes, for as she says, when should she have time to meet anyone else? So she seems to be operating in a very limited space, and the people connected to her aren’t making it a whole lot bigger. Tomorrow we’ll try to find her again (contrary to our assumptions she’s not in the same window every night, we recently discovered), and ask her more about her father and sister. Maybe that will be the link we need to a bigger web. Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-7647880519160546883?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/7647880519160546883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=7647880519160546883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/7647880519160546883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/7647880519160546883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/03/girl-from-ghana.html' title='A girl from Ghana'/><author><name>Liv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206497211721365762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-1814214429277676629</id><published>2007-02-28T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:15:33.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_if you walk across the univer with me II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/ReXSmunw9cI/AAAAAAAAABo/12mGNhDLOf4/s1600-h/Mao+by+Warhol+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/ReXSmunw9cI/AAAAAAAAABo/12mGNhDLOf4/s200/Mao+by+Warhol+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036663321075447234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your hands will get burned.&lt;br /&gt;mao was 70% right and 30% wrong.&lt;br /&gt;great leap forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-1814214429277676629?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/1814214429277676629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=1814214429277676629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/1814214429277676629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/1814214429277676629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-you-walk-across-univer-with-me-ii.html' title='_if you walk across the univer with me II'/><author><name>Tanja Bergqvist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030761263494711053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/ReXSmunw9cI/AAAAAAAAABo/12mGNhDLOf4/s72-c/Mao+by+Warhol+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-2418542540944153667</id><published>2007-02-27T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T07:04:02.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'...I'm caught up in a spiral'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtuG0oD1tb8/ReWZHuhYwrI/AAAAAAAAABI/PYob0EACEK0/s1600-h/TheSpiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036600116309967538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtuG0oD1tb8/ReWZHuhYwrI/AAAAAAAAABI/PYob0EACEK0/s320/TheSpiral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Workshop: 'Choreographing Space'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delft School for Design/ 12-13 February, 2007&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keywords:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;body, space, harmony, choreography, sensation, intensity, information, visualization, representation, mapping, diagramming, performance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Asignment:&lt;br /&gt;modify a space in the TU Delft School of Architecture in half an hour to provoke a different relation of body in space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Result: a body-challenging task/ try to get to the upper level of the DSD, using the spiral staircase, avoiding the lazer-cutting toilet-paper threads. Entrapment-chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended listening: &lt;em&gt;William Orbit - Spiral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-2418542540944153667?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/2418542540944153667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=2418542540944153667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/2418542540944153667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/2418542540944153667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-caught-up-in-spiral.html' title='&apos;...I&apos;m caught up in a spiral&apos;'/><author><name>oxotnic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705175290603484818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtuG0oD1tb8/ReWZHuhYwrI/AAAAAAAAABI/PYob0EACEK0/s72-c/TheSpiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-1954738017163642005</id><published>2007-02-23T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T17:27:50.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_if you walk across the universe with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/Rd-TgyHvXMI/AAAAAAAAABc/sA-Ta3YbJp0/s1600-h/DengXiaoping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/Rd-TgyHvXMI/AAAAAAAAABc/sA-Ta3YbJp0/s200/DengXiaoping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034905099842837698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;allow me to introduce, myself with no excuse. my name is deng xiaoping. to get to know my name i didn't need a jury . i took the crown myself and put it on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;illustration deng xiaoping with soft PS filter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;paraphrasing miss universum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-1954738017163642005?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/1954738017163642005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=1954738017163642005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/1954738017163642005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/1954738017163642005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-you-walk-across-universe-with-me.html' title='_if you walk across the universe with me'/><author><name>Tanja 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-4782979173945919846?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/4782979173945919846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=4782979173945919846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/4782979173945919846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/4782979173945919846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/working-title.html' title='_working title'/><author><name>Tanja Bergqvist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030761263494711053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-1474643472656834270</id><published>2007-02-22T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T09:08:59.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_line rider + fl0w</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;indie gaming. tool? go you tube for line rider clips. open-ended play experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.official-linerider.com/underwater.html"&gt;UNDERWATER ADVENTURE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://intihuatani.usc.edu/cloud/flowing/black.html"&gt;UNDERWATER ADVENTURE II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-1474643472656834270?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-27965486926537895</id><published>2007-02-22T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T07:07:44.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_define:serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;The art of finding something by looking for something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-27965486926537895?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/27965486926537895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=27965486926537895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/27965486926537895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/27965486926537895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/defineserendipity.html' title='_define:serendipity'/><author><name>Tanja Bergqvist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030761263494711053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-8310621326672956690</id><published>2007-02-22T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:56:38.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_psychocartography of conceived space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/Rd2mViHvXLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9XnEC0OBK04/s1600-h/psychhocartogrphy+of+conceived+space.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/Rd2mViHvXLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9XnEC0OBK04/s200/psychhocartogrphy+of+conceived+space.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034362847336815794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 120%; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:10;" lang="NO-BOK" &gt;Atlas of emotions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 120%; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:10;" lang="NO-BOK" &gt;Human interaction / simultaneity&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 120%; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:10;" lang="NO-BOK" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;conception of presence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 120%; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:10;" lang="NO-BOK" &gt;Multiple space&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 120%; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:10;" lang="NO-BOK" &gt;Understanding of reality(ies)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 120%; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:10;" lang="NO-BOK" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;impression ¨&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 120%; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:10;" lang="NO-BOK" &gt;reminiscence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-8310621326672956690?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/Rd2mViHvXLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9XnEC0OBK04/s72-c/psychhocartogrphy+of+conceived+space.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-5500275183459724555</id><published>2007-02-21T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:40:41.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_ruins of the map</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                     … In time, those Unconscionable Maps no longer satisfied,                      and the Cartographers Guild drew a Map of the Empire whose                      size was that of the Empire, coinciding point for point with                      it. The following Generations, who were not so fond of the                      Study of Cartography saw the vast Map to be Useless and permitted                      it to decay and fray under the Sun and winters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                     In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are Tattered                      Ruins of the Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggars; and in                      all the Land there is no other Relic of the Disciplines of                      Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;‘On Exactitude in Science,’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jorge Luis Borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-5500275183459724555?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/5500275183459724555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=5500275183459724555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/5500275183459724555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/5500275183459724555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/ruins-of-map.html' title='_ruins of the map'/><author><name>Tanja Bergqvist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030761263494711053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-2410610152752110284</id><published>2007-02-21T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:12:55.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_fonts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;same font for the blog posts??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;trebuchet small for the bread text&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-2410610152752110284?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/2410610152752110284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=2410610152752110284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/2410610152752110284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/2410610152752110284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/fonts.html' title='_fonts'/><author><name>Tanja Bergqvist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030761263494711053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-6938289160968306573</id><published>2007-02-20T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:08:42.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More downtown chinese hairdresser stories... coming soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Someone is going to have a chinese haircut in Amsterdam soon... and that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033676979410308802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtuG0oD1tb8/Rds2iw_QDsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jKwsGBN8ERk/s200/30.2zipes_fig07f_inv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try the more modern one there and get some more 'modern' chinatown information for our project. I'm looking forward to collecting all our data and visualize them. I suspect that not-so-profound patterns will emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder what the final product might be, or whom it might be interesting. Will it really have something small but new to say about the subjects and objects that we study? Will it be so specific and subjective that it won't be really describing a whole microcosm? But then again, I think that no project or research can really escape those factors. I believe it's good to focus on the data for the time. Good things usually come up when not forced to. And I have to say it's been quite enjoyable so far. We'll see how it goes... together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-6938289160968306573?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/6938289160968306573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=6938289160968306573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/6938289160968306573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/6938289160968306573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-chinese-hairdressers-coming-soon.html' title='More downtown chinese hairdresser stories... coming soon.'/><author><name>oxotnic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705175290603484818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtuG0oD1tb8/Rds2iw_QDsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jKwsGBN8ERk/s72-c/30.2zipes_fig07f_inv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-4614196228491463614</id><published>2007-02-20T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:37:08.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modern Talking - China In Her Eyes'/><title type='text'>Music video of the week! #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi there. This is the first post of a series of china-related music videos that will be (hopefully) posted here every week by oxotnic! Most of them might hard to bear in audio terms, but there's always a mute button there to protect sensitive ears. To start-off and get you into the mood, I've chose an instant cult classic, &lt;em&gt;Modern Talking - China In Her Eyes&lt;/em&gt;. Beware, the imagery can be quite powerful and funny at the same time - you choose. Don't be fooled by the preview frame and Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/phVyyLaFXOQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/phVyyLaFXOQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-4614196228491463614?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/4614196228491463614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=4614196228491463614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/4614196228491463614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/4614196228491463614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/music-video-of-week-1.html' title='Music video of the week! #1'/><author><name>oxotnic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705175290603484818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-7959669265946497848</id><published>2007-02-20T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:05:56.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dodgeville start-off plan'/><title type='text'>Project website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.urbanbody.org/students/group_02/index.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033667629266505394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtuG0oD1tb8/RdsuCg_QDrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/120IBQ69Pa0/s320/index_dodgeville.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hopefully you'll be seeing more of this soon on ...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.urbanbody.org/students/group_02/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;http://www.urbanbody.org/students/group_02/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;our website for the Urban Body course. Beware of immitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-7959669265946497848?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/7959669265946497848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=7959669265946497848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/7959669265946497848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/7959669265946497848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/project-website.html' title='Project website'/><author><name>oxotnic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705175290603484818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtuG0oD1tb8/RdsuCg_QDrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/120IBQ69Pa0/s72-c/index_dodgeville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-7550829950746034251</id><published>2007-02-20T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:04:46.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS LIVE AND PROSTITUTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Still back in Amsterdam, we tried to find the perfect place where gamblers, prostitutes, visitors, voyeurs, tourists, locals and apparently me come together. In one of the side alleys across the windows of the prostitutes and close to the gambling house there was this place, the HONNY BAR. The place is run by a man around sixty from Turkey, who is looking forward to his retirement. After he lived for in Tyrol (Austria) before, Amsterdam seemed to worn him out. He was tired of the location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georg Simmel, a German sociologist called prostitution a “transnational survival strategy”(1978).  Prostitution has become a central metaphor for the choices people make and the pressure they face in moving across borders in search of better lives. Is this not also what the old man is doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Netherlands prostitution is legal and nobody hopefully is forced to do this job.  For more information see also &lt;a href="http://www.pic-amsterdam.com/"&gt;www.pic-amsterdam.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently confronted with the computer game “second life” it came into my mind, that the gambler, spending his day in the playhouse, the prostitute not recognized by her father passing her window is also a form of second (secret) life. And every other form of dressing up like Carnival as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of Chinatowns outside China was a self supporting ghetto for Chinese people in order to survive abroad. Isn’t this a transnational survival strategy, what Simmel was talking about, as well? Today Chinatowns all over the world turned into a promotion of commercial Chinese goods, but it still has the notion of hidden places and powers in twilight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-7550829950746034251?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/7550829950746034251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=7550829950746034251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/7550829950746034251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/7550829950746034251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-live-and-prostitution.html' title='LIFE IS LIVE AND PROSTITUTION'/><author><name>Clauds' Body</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487418778775732032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-9052915931067678728</id><published>2007-02-16T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:03:56.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_dodgevilles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/RdYGJSHvXKI/AAAAAAAAABA/boVF_x_2jJc/s1600-h/naked+city.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/RdYGJSHvXKI/AAAAAAAAABA/boVF_x_2jJc/s200/naked+city.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032216390185999522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;there are more than one, no? the one dodgeville is only a beginning. dodgeville is the place a conventional map cannot spot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="green"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="black"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;dodgevilles are not stable values. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;dodgeville is a responsive narrative connected to other dodgevilles. their relations are not distance, but unforseen events. or maybe not unforseen and maybe not events, but hidden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="green"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="black"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;proximity. you have to move through that something to see what is really there.  but you might not have to move that far. or you even have to move further that you can imagine. through a door or endless time zones. dodgeville is always there, but may appear as a condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="green"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="black"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; you don't recognize. just until the momen you shift focal point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-9052915931067678728?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/9052915931067678728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=9052915931067678728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/9052915931067678728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/9052915931067678728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_16.html' title='_dodgevilles'/><author><name>Tanja Bergqvist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030761263494711053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/RdYGJSHvXKI/AAAAAAAAABA/boVF_x_2jJc/s72-c/naked+city.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-8396724482302607892</id><published>2007-02-15T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:02:44.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_on narratives and stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...Stalker was founded by a group of architecture students during an occupation   of Rome University in 1990. That they describe that occupation as ‘an   opportunity to get to know a lot of people’ provides a key to the   architectural thinking behind much of their subsequent work. At the same   time, Stalker (the name refers to Andrei Tarkowsky’s cult film) is a loose   and open collective that consistently shies away from any conventional   description as ‘architectural’: members and collaborators have included   artists, art historians, theoreticians, an astro-physicist, a geologist and   a dentist. The first Stalker project, a five-day dérive through the city of   Rome, mapped the territory in which they would operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Yet to say that this project resulted in a map is to say nothing at all, for   in essence this was a map of the unmapped and the unmappable. That the   dérive should be such an apparently self-negating exercise is hardly   surprising given its origins in the work of one of the most richly   self-destructive avant-garde groups of the last century, the Situationist   International (the various protagonists of which are obvious and important   influences on Stalker’s work). Guy Debord, the chief theorist of the   movement, describes the dérive as a passage through the ‘ambiences’ of a   city, a search for and awareness of its ‘psychogeography’. It is an   encounter with effect, with strange attractors and with the often   unpredictable collision of various urban processes. In many respects it is   the search for a narrative of the city. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Rappolt, Mark, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contemporary-magazine.com/architech35.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ARCHITECTURE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contemporary-magazine.com/architech35.htm"&gt;STALKER: BARBED WIRE AND   WINDMILLS&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-8396724482302607892?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/8396724482302607892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=8396724482302607892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/8396724482302607892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/8396724482302607892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-narratives-and-stalker.html' title='_on narratives and stalker'/><author><name>Tanja Bergqvist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030761263494711053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-6701409698086496038</id><published>2007-02-15T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:53:39.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_les particules élementaires</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Griffiths's stories were introduced in 1984 to relate quantum measurements in plausible narrations. One of Griffiths's stories is based upon of a series of random measurements taken at different times. Each measurement express the fact that a certain physical quantity, possibly different from one measurement to another, is included, at a given moment, within a certain domain of values. For example, at time T1 an electrone has a certain velocity, determined by an approximation that depends on the type and mode of measurement; at T2 it is located a certain place in space; at T3, it has a certain spin value. Based upon a subset of measurements a logically consistent story can be defined, but which nonetheless cannot be said to be true; it can only be sustained without contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;[In these stories] everything happens as if the world were made up of seperate objects, possessing intrinsic and stable properties. However, the number og Griffiths's conscious stories that could be rewritten based upon a series of measurements is, in general, far greater than one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Paraphrasing HOUELLEBECQ; MICHEL; The Elementary Particles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-6701409698086496038?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/6701409698086496038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=6701409698086496038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/6701409698086496038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/6701409698086496038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/les-particules-lementaires.html' title='_les particules élementaires'/><author><name>Tanja Bergqvist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030761263494711053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-6985937827942764056</id><published>2007-02-15T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:01:45.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_röd längtan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/RdUJJSHvXJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SbVJxOzgLC4/s1600-h/doublehappiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/RdUJJSHvXJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SbVJxOzgLC4/s200/doublehappiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031938213744172178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;röd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;längtan&lt;/span&gt; means red longings. china is politically red. infrared? dragon red. neon red - pink. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consum&lt;/span&gt; communism. red as in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;orientalism&lt;/span&gt;. hot red. hotter than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;india&lt;/span&gt;? red as in dangerous. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; way. red ducks. cities of fire (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ringo&lt;/span&gt; lam) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toshiba&lt;/span&gt; red. no red stop signs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chinatowns&lt;/span&gt; are red longings. made in china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-6985937827942764056?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/6985937827942764056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=6985937827942764056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/6985937827942764056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/6985937827942764056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/rd-lngtan_15.html' title='_röd längtan'/><author><name>Tanja Bergqvist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030761263494711053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XcQ03tGE_nw/RdUJJSHvXJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SbVJxOzgLC4/s72-c/doublehappiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904666365243641791.post-3105398537043805963</id><published>2007-02-15T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:58:21.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a try to get a hook on the world out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;FIELD TRIP TO AMSTERDAM 070209&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCJECT: gambling house&lt;br /&gt;SUBJECT: prostitute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice topics to investigate in and pretty interesting but how to do this?&lt;br /&gt;after a coffe and realizing that we are way to many people to have a normal conversation with a prostitute or a gambler, we decided to split up in groups and go by ourselves for a while to get an impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first reaction was, entering the sex-shop right next to me, but on the other side of the canal, means not situated in chinatown anymore. the shop itself was terribly small and i got immediately confronted with the owner, and had to tell him my shopping target. well, there were this porno videos all over and everything else i could see and imagine myself buying was this gel, standing at the counter. so i got the whole instructions about using it while i was thinking very concentrated about what i could ask him about the red-light district, the prostitutes, the connections to chinatown. a few minutes later i found myself back on the street with an overpriced item in my pocket and the idea, i just have could asked him: "do you live here"? well, i kind of messed up my firts chance and wandered around for a while to clear my mind.&lt;br /&gt;back in chinatown i decided to have a break in a coffeeshop, the JOLLY JOKER. it was quiet and nice and warm in there, the air so thik that you could cut it and lonely men sitting at the bar dreaming in their own world. i installed myself between them, ordered an exotic tea and waited for reaction.&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't wait for long. the guy on my right side started to talk to me about art and was pointing out some nice design work in an art magazine, so there was something to start a conversation. he is american, fiction and scene writer, lives in amsterdam since ten years, married to a dutch woman and knows the place. quote: you came to the right place here! seems like JOLLY JOKER is a meeting point for intellectuals who like to chill out for a while. i am not mentioning real names here, so lets him call KARL.&lt;br /&gt;after KARL told me that his main interest is to write about sex &amp; art, i felt encouraged to tell him about our project. at this point i was not sure myself what exactely i was looking for and what the endproduct would be, so i was very careful in not limiting my approach from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;as you can imagine, there is some hesitation to go straight and interview a girl working there.&lt;br /&gt;but i found out that KARL has connections to prostitutes to find the stories for his own work. so there he comes into the picture, telling me what kind of women he meets, about their life and motivation doing this. well at least the motivation is easy to figure out: money. as simple as that, and quite good money.&lt;br /&gt;he told me about this girl he knows, who started business in the window when she was eighteen. and after her third month, she bought an AUDI TT. she is 24 now, still doing the same job. i have no idea how long i would have to work as an architect to afford this nice car. probably three years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARL adviced me to find a place in chinatown, where i see all the potentials and opportunities coming together; and just telling the truth to the people working there, and maybe offering a service vice versa, maybe a website? not a bad idea actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tomorrow i will write about this place i found, the HONNY BAR, and that everything is about the need to feed our aspirations, and that the gambling place and the girl in the window try to meet this longing. but why in chinatown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904666365243641791-3105398537043805963?l=dodgeville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/feeds/3105398537043805963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904666365243641791&amp;postID=3105398537043805963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/3105398537043805963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904666365243641791/posts/default/3105398537043805963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgeville.blogspot.com/2007/02/try-to-get-hook-on-world-out-there.html' title='a try to get a hook on the world out there'/><author><name>Clauds' Body</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487418778775732032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
