Turnip Squid


Angst ...

What happened to all those Orbital Wars players? It seems like the entire game has died.

eCorpse has been dead forever. Why can't things I like stick around long enough for me to enjoy them?

My novel is approaching mediocrity.

In other news, I just inherited a fancy coin collection from my great uncle. The family is getting a piano too. Who knew?


I'm Happy


For no particular reason ...



Talking with friends of friends (of friends?) at Denny's last night after sledding. One poor girl is a freshman at UCD, she says she wants to become a plastic surgeon. When asked why (if nobody else did, I was going to) she said the money. Go figure.

This upset me, to put it bluntly. I mean, we're basically talking about trading your life for a bunch of green paper. Good job with that one. Getting paid fortunes to make insecure people feel better about themselves for a week by putting plastic in their face. There's a career for you.

I wish I could have asked her what she really wants to do. Like her hobbies or whatnot. It's like Mr. Mehlbach said, if you can get a job that's also your hobby, you don't have to work a day in your life. I've already made the decision that I'd rather starve doing something I enjoy then make money doing something I don't particularly care for.

Can you imagine what it would be like if everyone did what they enjoyed instead of what paid well? You say there would be a lot of things that wouldn't get done, and I say maybe they don't need to be done. People would enjoy life instead of griping about it all the time. I think people would generally be happier.

I feel sorry for you, freshman girl at UCD. I only hope that sometime in the next four years you find something that you enjoy doing more then cutting people's faces.


A Post

What can I talk about today ... the novel's coming along nicely. I'm a bit behind (ten thousand words), but I've doubled my quota for the weekend so that'll get me back on track.

I think somebody won Nomicron. Through a rule I wrote, no less. I think this will be a good time to pull out. I've lost interst recently.

Perhaps I'll start working on that BeneDada zine I talked about. We'll see.


Hold on a Minute

I've typed up that philosophical thesis I mentioned a few entries back. I've decided not to post it here to this blog until I've released it in the test market of my school. Since next week is only a two day week, I have decided not to unleash the monster until the week after next.

I think I'm going to write it under a pseudonym. Not only could it create a fascinating 'whodunnit?' game among my peers, each trying to figure out who is responsible for the paper, but writing anonymously is key to the impact of the paper. It suggests things much more radical then I would ever suggest, and I want people to think about the ideas and not the author. I could even create a sensation if there were further publications under the same name.

This is going to be the first official action of the Movement. Not technically art, I know, but it will open up some interesting ideas that perhaps other people would like to express through art.

In other news: personal life spinning wildly, it seems. I'll let you fill in the details.


The Strangest Thing

I wrote a play over the summer. One of the characters in it is named Sarah, who I designate to always wear green. She's a teenager, and freind to the main character, or she may even be the main character herself.

That established, I'm at a leadership confrence today, and I see this girl. She's kind of cute, so I'm checking her out, trying to figure out who she reminds me of. Suddenly, I remember. She looks like the actress who played Sarah in the staged reading of my play. Not only that, she's wearing a green shirt and a nametag that says Sarah! Was this a freak coincidence or the physical embodiment of my fictional character? We may never know.

I wanted to go talk to her, to see if there were were any more parallels, but the inevitable opening to the coversation ("Hey, I wrote a play and you were in it!") deterred me. The only thing I learned was the high school she goes to, so I may never learn anything more about her.

As I was writing the play, I felt more than once that my characters were real people telling a real story, and my job was just to listen to them. This is indeed the strangest thing ...


Philosophical Ferver

I was truck with philosophical ferver last night, and was unable to sleep until I wrote down the ideas that were churning inside me. I haven't read what I wrote yet, but I'll let you read it as soon as it's polished. I feel like it is a major accomplishment. I don't know how it's going to fit into the Movement just yet, but it may give us some direction, or at least some momentary inspiration.


The Lexicon Game

The Lexicon game. Pure beauty. Collaborative fiction/world building in the format of a massive historical reserch project.

For those of you who enjoy that sort of thing, check out The Orbital Wars. I play under the name Thursday. After an initial rush, we're now a bit short on players, and I'm not sure how the numbers are going to add up in the end. Hopefully it will all work out, but if it doesn't ...

Basically, we're writing the history of a purely fictional event, the Orbital Wars. It's a massive galactic conflict set ages in the future. Every week, you write an entry on a subject, and it has to connect to other entries which may or may not exist yet. We're at an exiting point right now where we can begin to see the outline of how the whole thing is shaped, but there's still a lot we don't know yet. This is probably the best game I have ever played.

I started on rocky ground three rounds in; my first two entries were not well recieved. I was blatantly and ignorantly contracting things other players had said - not good when you're trying to write a coherant history of something, however fictional. So I backed off for a while (okay, one round), and have been carefully double-checking ever since. I think I have now established myself as a committed and skilled player. I'm particularly proud of my Faith of the Kingdom entry. It's fun to see other players take your ideas and run with them, connecting them with others in ways you didn't forsee.

We're in round nine now, I just finished my Ion Mines entry. I really like it, I hope the other players respond positively to it, and don't mind that it really isn't about Ion Mines at all. We're getting to the point where there's a lot of material; I may have to go back and read it all pretty soon here.

Collaborative art. Can't beat it. I see, in the end, after everything has been written, a single work being written bringing all of the entries together, either in chronological or topical order. It would be quite a project, I admit, and there would probably still be holes that would need to be filled. Then, as a final product, you have a science fiction world in which to set some other work, or series of works perhaps.

Whee! What fun.


A Name??


From 'bene-' meaning good, as in benefactor or benevolent, plus dada. Hence, 'nice dada'.

That is all.


Nice Dada / Tenants / Projects

Reading Dada and Surrealism by Matthew gale. He talks a lot about how Breton tried to de-radicalize the movement. This gives me hope that something like ‘Nice Dada’ may be possible.
Okay, so I lied. I didn’t write any list of tenants last night. I was working on my novel. But I’ll make a list right now:

  • Meaning – otherwise, what’s the point? Don’t give me any of that consciously artistic crap. You can be as vague or abstract as you want, but you have to know what you mean even if everybody else doesn’t.
  • Change – this is a dynamic Movement. Challenge your own work. Don’t get entrenched in your own limitations. Constantly move to new ground.
  • Entertainment – for both the artist and the audience. Otherwise, what’s the point

Of course, since Change is on there, I fully expect this list to in the future. Now, some projects that have been floating around in my head for a while (I love the list function):

  • Hamlet movie – Yes, I know it’s been done a million times. What better way to establish us artistically then to re-interpret on of the greatest plays of all time?
  • Small publication/zine – Like I mentioned in the previous post. Possibly subtitled ‘Every Page Must Explode’.
  • Manifesto – In true Dada fashion.
  • Come up with a name – We’re going to need some sort of identity.

Now, before you get all uppity, I am not using the royal we. When I say ‘we’ or ‘us’ I am referring to myself and those who will join me in the future.

Back to the novel.



My Internal Assessment for my IB 20th Century World History class as re-awakened my longing to persue this Art Movement. My topic is Dada; it should come as no surprise why I now want to coontinue where I left off.

I admire Dada very much, and somethimes I envision my Movement as something along the lines of Neo-Dada. However, I fear that I do not have the revolutionary ferver to paticipate in such a radical movement. But, since it is my Movement, I suppose I get to decide just how radical we get.

The 'upheval of all systems' is a bit strong for me, certainly there are some systems we can keep, and the other ones would to better with some changes rather then complete elimination. It's like cutting your arm off because you have a slit in your wrist: sure, the situation may be bad as it is, but such a radical solution is only going to make things worse.

I am going to sit down this evening and come up with a list of tenants that I want my Movement to embody. I'm sure I won't find all of them in one evening, I expect this list to change as time goes on.

Here is a quote from Tristan Tzara in his famous Dada Manifesto of 1918:

"Every page must explode, either by profound heavy seriousness, the whirlwind, poetic frenzy, the new, the eternal, the crushing joke, enthusiasm for principles, or by the way in which it is printed"

I imagine a small publication or zine of eight pages where each page exemplifies one of Tzara's requirements for explosion. Perhaps this will be the first project of my little Movement.