marc garrett
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BIO
Marc Garrett is co-director and co-founder, with artist Ruth Catlow of the Internet arts collectives and communities – Furtherfield.org, Furthernoise.org, Netbehaviour.org, also co-founder and co-curator/director of the gallery space formerly known as 'HTTP Gallery' now called the Furtherfield Gallery in London (Finsbury Park), UK. Co-curating various contemporary Media Arts exhibitions, projects nationally and internationally. Co-editor of 'Artists Re:Thinking Games' with Ruth Catlow and Corrado Morgana 2010. Hosted Furtherfield's critically acclaimed weekly broadcast on UK's Resonance FM Radio, a series of hour long live interviews with people working at the edge of contemporary practices in art, technology & social change. Currently doing an Art history Phd at the University of London, Birkbeck College.

Net artist, media artist, curator, writer, street artist, activist, educationalist and musician. Emerging in the late 80′s from the streets exploring creativity via agit-art tactics. Using unofficial, experimental platforms such as the streets, pirate radio such as the locally popular ‘Savage Yet Tender’ alternative broadcasting 1980′s group, net broadcasts, BBS systems, performance, intervention, events, pamphlets, warehouses and gallery spaces. In the early nineties, was co-sysop (systems operator) with Heath Bunting on Cybercafe BBS with Irational.org.

Our mission is to co-create extraordinary art that connects with contemporary audiences providing innovative, engaging and inclusive digital and physical spaces for appreciating and participating in practices in art, technology and social change. As well as finding alternative ways around already dominating hegemonies, thus claiming for ourselves and our peer networks a culturally aware and critical dialogue beyond traditional hierarchical behaviours. Influenced by situationist theory, fluxus, free and open source culture, and processes of self-education and peer learning, in an art, activist and community context.
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DISCUSSION

Re: skill swap


Hi T.Whid & M.Tribe and all,

this is a wonderful idea (similar to marc of furtherfield's skill swapping=

proposal), and it might help us grow, but i'm afraid it wouldn't really
help us out of our bind. much of what we do couldn't really be sourced out=

in that way. i'm thinking of administrative things like bookkeeping,
bill-paying and grant reporting, technical things like database
development, and more program-related things like coordinating the
superusers, organizing the commissioning program jury or defining artbase=

submission proceedures. i know this sounds old-fashioned in an era of
flexible staffing and virtual workplaces, but some tasks really do require=

the concentrated attention of someone who is committed over time, who knows=

the organization's history and understands how all the various pieces fit=

together. in order for a network of volunteers to really work, we would
need to pay someone to select, train and manage them. we currently have
five volunteers and interns. it's about all we can handle. in order to
maintain forward momentum and do things right, an organization needs a
small core staff. the fact of the matter is that we are already as
streamlined as we can get.

Yep Mark I get your drift - but all this means to me is that Rhizome will h=
ave to become less localized, farming work out, whatever it is - suggestion=
s below.

Good to chat at last to T.Whid - yes that's a good way to take it. For inst=
ance all the Rhizome dudes have to do is advocate the idea, and the skill s=
wapping can start happening without them even having to do anything. You ca=
n't get more streamline than that!

Basically the list/or the rhiz crew/or both; nominate organizer(s) to admin=
istrate the process, even build a quick site to get it going - linking to a=
nd from the rhiz site, and they just have to trust whover is chosen to get =
on with sorting it out, plus the people who want to contribute via skill th=
e function of skill swapping and production for rhizome. Administration doe=
s not have to be done locally - even the accounting does'nt, or the budgeti=
ng. There could be a sub-list that certain people use who are actually cont=
ributing in such a way, specially for it all...I mean Rhizome are sitting o=
n an opportunity here to become even more special.

This can fit cutely with your suggestion below Mr Whid.

respect from marc

> hmmm, skill swapping.. quick brain storm
>
> perhaps it would add value to rhiz as a community if we started
> something akin to sourceforge for net / digital projects.
>
> you would need be a rhiz member to join the skill swapping pool and
> people could connect with others to get projects done and they in
> turn would need to volunteer their time to other's projects.
>
> the person who requested skills could rate the volunteers and vice
> versa. someone who requests skills but never volunteers would have
> that noted (as the requests would be noted, but they would never
> receive feedback) in their profile so that potential volunteers would
> know that this person isn't giving anything back and avoid helping
> them. whereas someone who is very helpful should be able to find
> volunteers very easily.
>
> when people sign up with rhiz they can opt-in to the pool and would
> have a profile of what they're skilled at and what they sometimes
> need help with, how helpful they've been, etc.
>
>
>
> >Not a bad one I thought...
> >
> >marc
> >
> >
> >> BEST IDEA I'VE SEEN SO FAR.. LET'S DO THIS ONE!
> >>
> >> > "furtherfield" <info@furtherfield.org> "Mark Tribe" <mt@rhizome.org=
>,
> ><list@rhizome.org> Re: RHIZOME_RAW: Re: Membership feeDate: Tue, 29 Oct =
2002
> >23:47:44 -0000
> >> >Reply-To: "furtherfield" <info@furtherfield.org>
> >> >
> >> >Ok Mark,
> >> >
> >> >How about skill swaping - this is also a thing we do. Yep, I know th=
at
> >> >you've done a bit in the past. But this is an emergency. Offer certa=
in
> >> >privelages from rhizome like extra publicity/ promotion of art etc in
> >return
> >> >for doing ceratin jobs. Make it all open and official so anyone who =
has a
> >> >computer skill, no matter how big or small can help in some way.
> >> >
> >> >marc
> >> >
> >> >
>
> --
> <twhid>
> http://www.mteww.com
> </twhid>
> + new media rugby
> -> post: list@rhizome.org
> -> questions: info@rhizome.org
> -> subscribe/unsubscribe: http://rhizome.org/preferences/subscribe.rhiz
> -> give: http://rhizome.org/support
> +
> Subscribers to Rhizome are subject to the terms set out in the
> Membership Agreement available online at http://rhizome.org/info/29.php
>
>

DISCUSSION

New 'Ouch Those Monkeys' tunes.


BlankNew 'Ouch Those Monkeys' tunes.

Happy Lies: The arrow in my heal is the water in my eye, as i watch bodies
glide by jittering like bugs. Clouds will hold the rain nothing else,
humans fall through dreams cloud hitting the dirt, trust your feet not the
skies - happy lies.

Beautiful Lies: I feed on lies, on these I believe, to deceive myself and
so many others. Indeed truth does stammer next to doubt, self-lies are a
backbone - life's spine for filling, for fuelling, for filling all.

Protect With Motion: Fusion, inner bits, wounded slits, they open up when
vulnerability knocks. So I have to protect myself, protect with motion.

http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/388/ouch_those_monkeys.html

'Ouch Those Monkeys' are an explorative and prolific Darkwave, net-based
band. Creating sounds that are primarily electronic, using computers to
cut up noises/beats that grind with a playful and poetic dysfunction. 'OTM'
are rapidly becoming part of the Internet landscape; leaving heart-felt
unsettling messages for the Net world. Diverting the mediated gaze/haze,
bypassing the delusory bimbo-pop trap and just gettng on with making their
contemporary, imaginative noise without compromise. Advocating that
everyone should start making their own noise, clouding out the corporate
gatekeepers. Do not let anyone stop you from creating your own art, and
clamping your genius, your own voice - they are the enemy of our
imaginations. Remember that there is a war against our imagination, 'OTM'
are reclaiming theirs. Let's kick ass and enjoy what's left of our
imaginations' in this very shakey and uncertain world!

DISCUSSION

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BlankAnaplasty mutation is not mutilation
Beautiful Lie when darkness questions our fathomable
Cyber Sex Sensation to cum into the sublime engulfed by the other
Death by Carriage to dare wank at death and enjoy thy fate
Dream Sake Quango images loose the pain that living gives
Gravity a collective reality a universal dead beat rhyme
Killing by Numbers are we tomorrow's ghosts laying down snares?
Kill The Dream time is short and I feel that I must abort
Map my eyes scan a pan
Outer Limits a teezing time tester festering on the yester
Pretty Lies Post - human triviality distorts our realities
11_11_97 ourselves do collectively pursue the selves
Rubbery Gates need to stick my tongue in and tickle tonsils
The Burning White antibodies, anti thought - on parade
Tissue Transaction
i wanna be in yer face with my face

Vision Bender a vision sender and life bender, sight dispenser
Worm the world is my fuel

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<TD vAlign=center align=middle width=504 height ><FONT
face="Courier New" size=1>to cum into the sublime engulfed by the=

other</FONT></TD></TR>
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<DIV align=center><FONT face="Courier New" color=#000000 size=
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wank at death and enjoy thy fate</FONT></DIV></TD></TR>
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Quango</FONT></A></TD>
<TD vAlign=center align=middle width=504 height=15><FONT
face="Courier New" size=1>images loose the pain that living
gives</FONT></TD></TR>
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<TD vAlign=center align=middle width=504 height ><FONT
face="Courier New" size=1>a collective reality a universal dead b=
eat
rhyme</FONT></TD></TR>
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by Numbers</FONT></SPAN></A></B></TD>
<TD vAlign=top align=middle width=504 height=28><FONT face="C=
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color=#000000 size=1>are we tomorrow's ghosts laying down
snares?</FONT></TD></TR>
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<TD vAlign=top align=middle width=504 height=15><FONT face="C=
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size=1>time is short and I feel that I must abort</FONT></TD></TR>
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5><A
class=unnamed3
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<DIV align=center><FONT face="Courier New" color=#000000 size=
=1>my eyes
scan a pan</FONT></DIV></TD></TR>
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href="file:///C:/Program%20Files/Common%20Files/Microsoft%20Shared/=
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=1>a teezing
time tester festering on the yester</FONT></DIV></TD></TR>
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human triviality distorts our realities</FONT></DIV></TD></TR>
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thought -
on parade</FONT></TD></TR>
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I undress, placing my fleshy, frame onto one of the via-port system's pods.=
The Great Dane Turd is positioned precisely and gently placed on the other=
pod by David. My nerves tingle, apprehension dominates causing unrest, my =
breathing starts to get out of control. "Calm yourself Rob, the rhythm of y=
our breathing needs to be more natural", says David. "This is natural" I an=
swer. "You know what he means", retorts Sarah, neatly folding my clothes an=
d putting them on a table nearby. Whatever it is I don't care, be it a drea=
m or desire, it is about happen. Any second now I will know what it is like=
to know and experience the unknowable.

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and gently placed on the other pod by David. My nerves tingle, apprehension=

dominates causing unrest, my breathing starts to get out of control. "Calm=

yourself Rob, the rhythm of your breathing needs to be more natural", says=

David. "This is natural" I answer. "You know what he means", retorts Sarah,=

neatly folding my clothes and putting them on a table nearby. Whatever it i=
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Sarah's Reflection


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"Think of this incident, us meeting here with you as a call of nature. All =
of us from the MI5 collective are servers of nature; we all play a major ro=
le concerning this earth's cyclical, historical and inter-genetic process o=
f natural selection." She drinks up the last of the water, "hmm, that's bet=
ter." She places the empty container on the table. "Yes, natural selection,=
" she sensually licks at her red lips. The male agent notices and smiles. S=
arah begins to hug herself to keep warm, feeling a chill.

"We are nature's pruners, doing our best to keep a sense of order on this e=
ver pulsating, changing world. It is not easy, but someone's got to stop hu=
manity from destroying itself and you are a part of that big problem. Imagi=
ne everyone as cells, blood cells, everyone in this room and the whole worl=
d." Says the female agent. David and Sarah are silent, listening, trying to=
imagine how the hell they both got themselves into this nightmarish predic=
ament.

"Think of all of us as blood cells fighting for space and territory. Think =
of all the conflicts that have taken place through history and time. In a s=
ense, it is normative for cells to fight each other, but if one cell become=
s too dominant, too powerful and causes instability in the process. Then it=
is a threat to the global community or cell community as a whole, when thi=
s happens it has to be eliminated. Of course our intensive overall policing=
of incidents such as this, prevents unfortunate events as I have described=
from growing out of control." The female agent stops talking and sits on t=
he chair.

David places his hand over his face, fingers pressing against his cheeks. "=
Excuse me for not bothering to clap, I'm sure your policy with us so called=
perpetrators and labeling all of us as bad cells gives you a feeling of gu=
iltless justification. If you actually think that I'm going to take your di=
atribe seriously, the world is in trouble and it's not us who are the dange=
rous one's, it's people like you." David laughs. "As you wish. You are in a=
traumatic state and it is usual for perpetrators not to be able to compreh=
end the information given during the experience of the first discourse." Sa=
ys the female agent. "First?" David yells. "The first of many Mr Little." S=
ays the man agent. "I presume that you have been briefed in regard to Rober=
t, your friend and our demands?" She says. "Yes." David and Sarah both answ=
er. "Well, we are awaiting your decision, be swift or we will have to make =
your minds up for you." Says the female agent.

David turns towards Sarah and places his hand gently on her shoulder. Her h=
ead tilts and rests affectionately on his forehand. "Not much choice is the=
re Sarah?" She does not answer; she merely sighs. To others watching her, t=
he sigh could be interpreted as an expression of helplessness. They would b=
e right, yet part of the sigh was a sense of relief, a secret feeling of le=
tting go. At last the responsibility of the project and its future course h=
as now been handed over to someone else. The mother and father of all insti=
tutions, the Secret Service has stepped into the playground where the child=
ren have been playing and has confiscated the ball.

"Sarah, what shall we do?" David asks in a rigid monotone voice. "Can I hav=
e my piss now?" She asks. "What!" David bellows, confused. "Yes." Says the =
female agent.

Sarah stands in the middle of the room and then spreads her legs. Everyone =
watches and waits, "Sarah, what are you up to?" "Let her be Mr Little." Say=
s the male agent. Sarah begins to imagine that she is water. Her whole body=
begins to shudder, a warm feeling rushes all over her. She shuts her eyes,=
blocking everyone out of her vision and then starts to feel herself drifti=
ng. An image appears in her mind's eye, it is an ocean. It is large, larger=
than the planet. She can see her hands reaching out, drifting in front of =
her. They gradually vanish, become part of the other, part of the ocean. He=
r body relaxes and all the past and present tensions are now nothing but pr=
essure pressing against her bladder. She can feel all the pressure build up=
, like a dam, which is about to burst. Wanting to savour the moment, she ho=
lds back as long as possible, not wanting to let her liquid free just yet. =
Suddenly, trickles of urine escape her knickers and meander down her legs l=
ike the beginnings of a river finding its way down the face of a mountain. =
In her head, images of the sea crash against rocks of a coastal shore, a wa=
terfall gushing, cascading into a large river.

As far as Sarah is concerned there is no one else in the room and the Lab w=
ith all its contents, table and chairs have disappeared. Windows and walls =
do not exist now, only Sarah with her eyes closed in a momentary state of c=
ataleptic, inner frenzy. In her mind her body is dissolving, disappearing a=
nd becoming water. Everybody else in the room watches the private spectacle=
as Sarah's piss splashes onto the concrete, grey painted floor. After a fe=
w minutes Sarah opens her eyes and reenters, slowly rubbing her urinated, w=
et thighs up and down. She then kneels down into the puddle of piss and loo=
ks at her reflection. Her knee suddenly jerks and disperses her reflection =
and her face then disappears. She curls up into a ball on the floor in a fo=
etus position, immersed in her own urine.

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<DIV><FONT face="Courier New">Sarah's Reflection...</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Courier New"></FONT>&nbsp;</DIV>
<DIV><FONT face="Courier New">"Think of this incident, us meeting here wi=
th you
as a call of nature. All of us from the MI5 collective are servers of natur=
e; we
all play a major role concerning this earth's cyclical, historical and
inter-genetic process of natural selection." She drinks up the last of the=

water, "hmm, that's better." She places the empty container on the table. "=
Yes,
natural selection," she sensually licks at her red lips. The male agent not=
ices
and smiles. Sarah begins to hug herself to keep warm, feeling a
chill.<BR><BR>"We are nature's pruners, doing our best to keep a sense of o=
rder
on this ever pulsating, changing world. It is not easy, but someone's got t=
o
stop humanity from destroying itself and you are a part of that big problem=
.
Imagine everyone as cells, blood cells, everyone in this room and the whole=

world." Says the female agent. David and Sarah are silent, listening, tryin=
g to
imagine how the hell they both got themselves into this nightmarish
predicament.<BR></DIV></FONT>
<P></P>
<P><FONT face="Courier New"></FONT></P>
<P><FONT face="Courier New" color=#000000 size=2>"Think of all of us =
as blood
cells fighting for space and territory. Think of all the conflicts that hav=
e
taken place through history and time. In a sense, it is normative for cells=
to
fight each other, but if one cell becomes too dominant, too powerful and ca=
uses
instability in the process. Then it is a threat to the global community or =
cell
community as a whole, when this happens it has to be eliminated. Of course =
our
intensive overall policing of incidents such as this, prevents unfortunate=

events as I have described from growing out of control." The female agent s=
tops
talking and sits on the chair.<BR><BR>David places his hand over his face,=

fingers pressing against his cheeks. "Excuse me for not bothering to clap, =
I'm
sure your policy with us so called perpetrators and labeling all of us as b=
ad
cells gives you a feeling of guiltless justification. If you actually think=
that
I'm going to take your diatribe seriously, the world is in trouble and it's=
not
us who are the dangerous one's, it's people like you." David laughs. "As yo=
u
wish. You are in a traumatic state and it is usual for perpetrators not to =
be
able to comprehend the information given during the experience of the first=

discourse." Says the female agent. "First?" David yells. "The first of many=
Mr
Little." Says the man agent. "I presume that you have been briefed in regar=
d to
Robert, your friend and our demands?" She says. "Yes." David and Sarah both=

answer. "Well, we are awaiting your decision, be swift or we will have to m=
ake
your minds up for you." Says the female agent.<BR><BR>David turns towards S=
arah
and places his hand gently on her shoulder. Her head tilts and rests
affectionately on his forehand. "Not much choice is there Sarah?" She does =
not
answer; she merely sighs. To others watching her, the sigh could be interpr=
eted
as an expression of helplessness. They would be right, yet part of the sigh=
was
a sense of relief, a secret feeling of letting go. At last the responsibili=
ty of
the project and its future course has now been handed over to someone else.=
The
mother and father of all institutions, the Secret Service has stepped into =
the
playground where the children have been playing and has confiscated the
ball.<BR><BR>"Sarah, what shall we do?" David asks in a rigid monotone voic=
e.
"Can I have my piss now?" She asks. "What!" David bellows, confused. "Yes."=
Says
the female agent. <BR><BR>Sarah stands in the middle of the room and then=

spreads her legs. Everyone watches and waits, "Sarah, what are you up to?" =
"Let
her be Mr Little." Says the male agent. Sarah begins to imagine that she is=

water. Her whole body begins to shudder, a warm feeling rushes all over her=
. She
shuts her eyes, blocking everyone out of her vision and then starts to feel=

herself drifting. An image appears in her mind's eye, it is an ocean. It is=

large, larger than the planet. She can see her hands reaching out, drifting=
in
front of her. They gradually vanish, become part of the other, part of the=

ocean. Her body relaxes and all the past and present tensions are now nothi=
ng
but pressure pressing against her bladder. She can feel all the pressure bu=
ild
up, like a dam, which is about to burst. Wanting to savour the moment, she =
holds
back as long as possible, not wanting to let her liquid free just yet. Sudd=
enly,
trickles of urine escape her knickers and meander down her legs like the
beginnings of a river finding its way down the face of a mountain. In her h=
ead,
images of the sea crash against rocks of a coastal shore, a waterfall gushi=
ng,
cascading into a large river.<BR><BR>As far as Sarah is concerned there is =
no
one else in the room and the Lab with all its contents, table and chairs ha=
ve
disappeared. Windows and walls do not exist now, only Sarah with her eyes c=
losed
in a momentary state of cataleptic, inner frenzy. In her mind her body is=

dissolving, disappearing and becoming water. Everybody else in the room wat=
ches
the private spectacle as Sarah's piss splashes onto the concrete, grey pain=
ted
floor. After a few minutes Sarah opens her eyes and reenters, slowly rubbin=
g her
urinated, wet thighs up and down. She then kneels down into the puddle of p=
iss
and looks at her reflection. Her knee suddenly jerks and disperses her
reflection and her face then disappears. She curls up into a ball on the fl=
oor
in a foetus position, immersed in her own urine.</FONT></P>
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