Showing posts with label New York City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York City. Show all posts

Friday, 15 May 2009

Job Hunting, Teaching, Charter Schools

I haven't posted in a while, so there's a lot to catch up on.

First, my dreaded and fruitless job search '09 ended thankfully at the end of March, when I was given the opportunity to work at Renaissance Charter School in Queens.
My good friend (with whom I attended high school) is an English teacher and administrator at the school. Every year, the students participate in Rensizzle, a week-long intensive group project where students form focus groups and present their work at school assembly.

I was called upon to assist the music teacher, Everett Boyd, and his students, who had elected to write, produce, and perform their own music - all culminating in a full-length album engineered and mastered by the group! The school actually uses the two music sequencing and recording programs i am most familiar with - Reason and Nuendo by Steinberg, so i felt at home teaching students the programs and giving pointers to others on music composition, recording, mixing, and producing. I had a blast... and these kids can really play!

The music lab really blows me away. Imagine attending a high school where you learn Reason and Nuendo in music class, and are free to write, sequence and record your own music! This would be a dream for me back in the day, and it's a pleasure and a privledge to be able to teach kids this stuff today.

Which brings me to my next point... Charter Schools! This is what makes a program like this possible - small public schools started by teachers and activists and parents who simply want more for their kids - smaller class sizes, more creative academic curriculums, and the freedom to exist "off the grid" in relation to zoned public schools who must answer strictly to Department of Education guidlines as far as how to run a school. I'll be posting more on this in the near future, as it is a very charged issue which has brought about a lot of interesting debate... all of which i find myself deeply rooted in and concerned about since I started working at Renaissance.

Since that week, I have been on board helping Renaissance in the beginning stages of opening up their sister school, the Renaissance Charter High School for Innovation.
I am the resident graphic designer, creating logos, branding, business cards, brochures, postcards, newsprint, letterhead, and web design! Been pretty busy.
I usually work at the school, but I don't have an office, so I just float around with my laptop, in the cafeteria, library, classrooms, etc. I even have a locker.
I just recently finished all of the visual propoganda for this meeting.

We're trying to dispell the myths about charter schools that have been circulating amongst city council members and parents of traditional zoned public schools here in NYC... and there is definately a lot of myth.

More to come soon!

Saturday, 24 January 2009

Gettin' Mugged Suuhhhhhhkz

Ok, watch this video from Gothamist.
This is EXACTLY how it went down when I was mugged, as far as how they had me and the duration of time. Plus the punch to the head at the end. The only thing I was missing were all the kicks and the head-stomp finishing move.


I'm sorry, but when I see this video, my humanitarian feelings of opposition to the death penalty are severely compromised and I become engorged with passion and I fantasize about filling these criminal's mouths with my hands and ripping their jaws off of their faces with all of my concentrated rage. Lots of rage. I feel no compassion, I no longer feel sorry for them, I only wish to even the scores, and perhaps tip the scales in my favor to reward me for not being the original perpetrator.
Perhaps it was the veil of being glad to be alive and healthy after my attack that graced me with feelings of pity for my attackers. I don't know, it's tough. It's a very primitive, retarded feeling... very testosterone-driven.

Something I'm still tossin' around in my head, i guess. Age-old issue, age-old questions, no clear answers. Is there not enough love in the world to go around to get to everyone?

Saturday, 9 August 2008

UPDATE: Art Theft & Other Info



Back in February I blogged rather humorously about Art Theft, and marvelled at how evocative the concept was - the fact that the value of art is not exactly objective, like, say drugs, weapons or diamonds.
While doing my morning reading which includes PlasticBlog, I stumbled upon the Memphis Police blog, which is a juicy peek into the comically dramatic world of cops.
I wanted to know if the NYPD had sucha blog, and I found The Squad Room. The first article was about Art Theft! The FBI has an Art Crime Team!And although i couldn't access the database, the FBI has a National Stolen Art File.
From the Squad Room :"Italy is the only country whose government takes art crime as seriously as it should."
Apparently they have 300 agents, vs. our 13.

Thursday, 31 July 2008

From Gothamist - NYPD officer Patrick Pogan bodychecks critical mass bike rider Christopher Long during the July '08 ride.



Another worthless piece of shit in a uniform. Among the most memorable and exhilarating experiences in my entire life is the Critical Mass bike ride in NYC... not because I felt i was breaking the law, but because everything about it fucking rocks. Everything except the fucking Police, who are ordered to crush us for RIDING OUR BIKES.
May drivers sit and wait, and may cops lose their badges while cyclists win lawsuits against the city and eat cupcakes.

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

new


I just finished a new Coney Island copper bracelet design.
Plus three more unique designs.
More pics at dominant fiction...

available for purchase at my etsy store:
arbor9fiction.etsy.com

Wednesday, 6 February 2008

A Million Shoppers

Thank you Curbed.com and Gowanuslounge.blogspot.com for alerting me to the following image:


first of all, is that leila & hayley in black back there? the two horsewomen of the apocalypse... I offer, for humor's sake, an alternate rendering:











Wow. I’m floored. I’ve seen a lot of shit regarding Williamsburg development in the recent past, but this tops it all.

In the course of 3-1/2 years in New York, I have lived in Jackson Heights, Williamsburg, Bushwick, and Crown Heights. Now, I’m a newcomer to NYC, I can’t claim any cred for being here for very long, or being from the area. I’m an outsider. I know that writing an entry like this is generally a controversial move for someone like me – that is, if my blog were well-read by locals. Being that it’s not, and you, dear reader, probably both know me well and are not from NYC either, I shall continue wading through this murky water.

I hopped freight trains to NYC from Florida in 2001 with my buddy. So NYC was the culmination of an amazing journey for a young man of 22. all the rules changed, everything I knew about society, architecture, urban planning, culture, day to day life, social networking, politics, education, communities – everything was dramatically different here in the big city… but I’ve mentioned that before…

I am currently reading Devil in the White City by Erik Larson. Some of the terrifyingly beautiful descriptions of turn-of-the-century Chicago recall what I felt after a few visits to NYC. I immediately thought that I had found a place whose mysteriousness and sublimity were magnetic & made sense to me, a place whose mechanics, relics, and social & architectural history were worth investigating, if not protecting.

As it turns out, I fell in love with a big gritty machine already in the midst of a great transition, and what I saw was only the tip of an iceberg that had already melted significantly.

So when I say to you that I am appalled at all the development that’s going on in the little neighborhoods I’ve lived in since moving here, I realize that it’s a “natural” real estate trend. It’s what makes us nomads.

I just can’t help but feel the sadness and anger that the above image implies. What the fuck are people thinking? And if I feel so invested and personally attacked by this rendering, I can only imagine how others who have made Brooklyn their home and feel inspired by this place, feel about it. again, wow.

But I represent a very small slice of the demographic pie. Barely visible, I imagine. And what’s more, I feel like new Yorkers in general represent a similarly small national slice of pie. Now you have representatives from the big meaty national pie imposing suburban ideas into outer-borough urban environments. Ikeas are going up. Beautifully scaled building fabrics are being raped by condominiums that dwarf their predecessors, both in height and market value. Oh, and they also all suck in terms of design, but that’s a given, sadly.

So when I see this rendering, my only solace is in the possibility that those two gothy (albeit condo-goth) ladies in the background are packing Uzis in their shopping bags, and they’re about to Matrix-bank-scene (that’s a verb) everyone else in sight. I’m sorry, mothers of the earth, but in this dystopian state my brain wants to see the woman in the salmon explode. And what’s with joe-condo in the blue strutting his shit-eating grin next to her? One slow & painful, please.

Unfortunately, those gothy-chics are just walking to the L train, which – and this goes out to CURBED commentators – is at this point working flawlessly because the money and the REAL people have finally moved in, the movers and shakers, the computer-generated doll-eyed wastoids who will eat this borough alive. They have jobs in the city, most likely because they’ve gotta pay high rents to live in those condos.

But it happens everywhere. It starts at a point when most folks are afraid to walk around at night, in places where it’s not safe to have a family, places that are commercially barren. Cheap rents attract parasites like myself, who enjoy the fringes of big cities because of the lower rent and the proximity to the beating heart of that tastey ol’ magnetic sublime. Soon, buzz is created, and you get your first brunch restaurants next to the pioneering coffee shops and bodegas. Next thing you know, you feel safe walking around with cash at 2am after drinking at the local bars or clubs, and by that time, plans for the condos have already been drawn. Sprawl hits home, as it did for the classes you and your friends replaced. Etc, etc

But what happens next? Can we rely on past models of different areas? Can we look back and see the same thing happening in the exact same area under the cloak of a couple decades? Are other adventure seekers snarking at my bitching while reading their laptops in secret cracks and loopholes in the belly of the beast? Is New York really dead?

No, it’s quite alive. This cycle is all the evidence that I need. Cities undulate at frequencies only giant sloths who live hundreds of years can comfortably read. We ants are restless, and don’t have time to wait for the next supernova. So what’s in store?

I know f’sho I’ll be making some monstrous drawings as a result.




PROPS ~

http://curbed.com/archives/2008/02/05/gateway_to_williamsburg_meets_kelloggs_diner.php

http://gowanuslounge.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-box-gateway-to-williamsburg-coming.html#links

Tuesday, 13 November 2007

Everything’s Wrong 101 (not without humor)

Everything’s Wrong 101 (not without humor)
By Matt Boyle


I can't wait to see my brother & mother this week. it means most of my immediate family will be together, and i'm a lucky one in this respect - we have a certain "energy" when we're all together that always seems to set me straight and make me feel alright.
Thinking about seeing my brother soon makes me think about my current 'way of life' up here in nyc, and how it's different from his... how it's different from the Florida lifestyle i gleefully left behind.
moving up here, and the subsequent juxtaposition of suburban FL to urban NY, has always been exciting and positive to me.

the low population density, land waste, water waste, cookie-cutter corporate architecture by regional chains and the resulting advertisement assault on the senses, the necessity for an automobile, paying for fuel + insurance for this automobile, the complete lack of cultural diversity, a dead art scene (well, it’s trying), a dead music scene (with the exception of a brave handful who are always at odds), no architectural cred whatsoever, and too many people in sandals – all of these things drove me away fired up and ready for something new.
I am perfectly comfortable living in the urban environment when it comes to high population density, but I have to admit there are mornings where I’ll back out of a packed subway car, shaking my head, insisting to the goofy sardines trying so hard to get to their crappy early jobs where they make slave wages in relation to the costs of living in the city that they are willing to physically push and shove one another in and out of trains that “this is no way to live.” The city is bulging, overflowing, growing annually. The public transit system has long begun to lag behind it’s demand. And speaking of this demand, another thing I’ve come to notice and seriously dislike about new york city, a point most new Yorkers pride themselves on – is the inherent hard-work ethic that trumps all basic human needs. Who cares to work so hard, and why? Sigh…. I feel like a teenager again, the one who indulges in running scenarios like “if everyone stopped paying rent, what could they do? If everyone stopped working, what could they do?”
Us vs. them, etc, etc.
I still have it in me, just like the weeks before I moved here, roaring in the anti-republican national convention critical mass bicycle ride, a living answer to the question “what if we all (thousands strong) rode bikes through manhattan for hours, blocking traffic, causing chaos, having the time of our lives, voicing our protest, making our statement… what could they do?” they did a lot, but they couldn’t wipe the wide smile from my face. I still smile when I think of that night.
Well, I never done that in florida!

As this becomes a point-by-point, we move on to land waste. Well, a lot can be said in any situation, this is a tough one. There are a lot of big buildings out here, and although they may be of some grand architectural significance, they serve the same purpose as the monuments to pure evil I oft loathed in florida. Three years ago, I’d have been a big advocate of vertical growth over large sprawling fertilized lawns that are generally off limits to the public. Now I’m just dissatisfied with both solutions, and even more invested ideologically in the future of urban planning. I will say this - another ‘win’ for the new york beast – here, in the hyper-urban condition, you find life resilient, creative, and illegal. Old factory buildings, deserted of their original program so some company can save money with slave labor overseas, become squats for brave anarchists and the homeless. From a design standpoint, developers take these spaces and create residential-ready renovations that offer a little more comfort (complete with commercial lease) and often end up with interesting new spaces, for interesting new ways to define one’s “home” or studio. I have experienced this first hand, and although the skyrocketing housing costs in (former) artist-friendly areas pushed me out, it works. These interesting conditions can only occur in former seats of industry, and are a result of creative-minded folk who’d rather work within the existing skeletal structure of older buildings than bulldoze & trash tons and tons of material bound for landfills. This is a sort of parasitic / recycling form of architecture, which I have ALWAYS – since the days of my design classes in architecture school in florida – been chiefly interested in. alas, I am a big fan of Lebbeus Woods. (more points for new york – I actually met professor Woods and attended a couple of his critiques of his Cooper Union students! In florida, the closest I’d get to this would be in the lonely UF arts & architecture library shelves under ‘W’)

Water waste.. errr… not sure where I was going with this, but hey! I don’t have to witness first-hand the watering of people’s vast untapped green lawns that serve little to no community purpose. I’m sure nyc is wasting more water, because of its population and infrastructure, than anywhere in florida, but I’d be willing to bet that the amount of water used/wasted PER PERSON in florida is MUCH greater than that of new york.

Cookie cutter corporate architecture!!!! Oh, here we go. I recently got caught up in a conversation at work trying to explain some of my most basic political viewpoints (big mistake) only to find that I had to continuously dumb-down my argument as it fell on deaf ears. I eventually turned to this simple perspective: design & diversity.
There are so many more important / pressing issues concerning the corporate takeover of the global community at the moment, but a nice gateway drug for those who are mildly conservative and zombified by placating television programs and deficient news coverage every night is an argument for good design vs. cheap & efficient design. We can weave (or crochet) this into anything we want to make, and take it all the way to the top (as in why we should overthrow the government and split the united states into a smaller union of self-governing countries) if we want to.

Ok. Florida is still, by most city-standards, a ripe flatland awaiting new architecture and urban planning design strategies, desperately failing in its current state. ***NOTE – by ‘new strategies’ I insist this could be interpreted as ‘no further development’ / ‘anti-development’*** big businesses sit on ‘industrial parks’ with fountains and planned landscaping that offer workers near windows a view of LIES. Wake up, dickhead! You can’t have natural florida everglades and the DANKA corporate headquarters in the same fucking fenced in park. Fuck you.
Smaller national chain businesses have fuckitects design very cheap, very specialized, very efficient cookie-cutter buildings (Starbucks, Eckerd, CVS, Duane Reade, Wal-Mart, K-Mart, SAMS Club, Best Buy, Barnes N’ Noble, to name a few) that all look the same, no matter where you go. This is part of the success of super-BRANDING, logos run-amok, and cheap design. I could be in Morocco, Vietnam, Saint Petersburg, or Manhattan – it doesn’t matter where you are, or what buildings these chains sit next to. They all look the same. This helps consumers identify services more quickly on the street, and brainwashes people into thinking that this particular company, with its logo all over your city, and wiped all over your shit, is the end-all be-all of parties offering these goods or services, and this creates consumer loyalty. This also creates, in addition to excessive landscaping, deconstruction + reconstruction (although reconstruction usually takes about 2-3 days [“wow! Where’d that come from!”])a significant lack of regional diversity in design. The more national / global chain businesses there are in an area, the more the area appears to be an “anywhere, Earth” atrocity. For those of you who might not be following as to why this is a bad thing, let me simply state that I come from the school of thought that seeks to nurture regional differences in design – and in life… I mean, c’mon! do I really have to explain this!!? To the average American, you do. Cultural diversity - such as that found in design, art, music, cuisine, morals, customs, smells, climates, languages, colors, sexual identity, temperatures, temperaments, beliefs, ideas, dreams, etc. - all serve to enrich our experience here on earth.

I believe that when a wal-mart store goes up in your neighborhood, history and culture are dying as a direct result. You will also, by participating in the activities encased in this disgusting eyesore, suffer headaches and eventual death from parking, waiting in long lines, and failing to enjoy the fruits of the labors of human history.
Wake up and smell the fuck.

Oh, and hey… What if all of the advertisements in the world that wreak havoc on the eyes and ears of zombie consumers and those who have not lost their senses were destroyed, or replaced with works of art or personal & communal expression? What if it wasn’t just an “ART-thing” and everyone could be involved in this process? What if it wasn’t even a process, but a way of life for communities, a way of communicating with no rules – more like story telling? Or is that what it is already? Are we so happy with this way of life that we are content to paint the streets red with the blood of capitalism at every corner and signpost – oftentimes on our own bodies and homes?
Is this the message we are sending to one another? Is this the visual history we are currently painting – the history of capitalism, and how we loved and supported it… how we all lived crazy busy lives for the sake of hierarchies, war, and capital gain… I am a member of this community. My voice counts. I don’t like this, and my visual surroundings don’t reflect the way I see life. I’m not some ‘radical liberal freak’, either. I am a product of this thriving / dying system. You made me, and will continue to make me. I am inevitable, and I will not stop until some things begin to change.

On the automobile – let’s face it, cars run on blood. oil/gas/fossil fuels are the subject of war. They represent the biggest, most powerful businesses in the world, and these businesses are run by some of the most dangerously greedy and careless individuals in the world. By driving a car, you support this industry, which is why people have been dying for years, the cause of great wars, and the source of power for a privileged, dangerous few. Stop driving immediately. Stop flying planes. Sound ridiculous? Let’s build magnetic trains. Let’s fund engineers to design new human-powered methods of transportation, let’s design them ourselves, let’s address the need for business travel, let’s address the need for business, let’s talk talk talk.
Let us change things. Whew. So I sold my car before coming to new york city. I use an electric train to get around, if I’m not on my bicycle. I know that the trains get electricity from fossil fuel-powered plants, but let’s face it – cars suck at the scale they are currently used at in the world.

I like new york city because of the population diversity. I grew up in florida, in a city that is 68.6% ‘white.’ Not too bad, but considering the geographical racial divide in this city, it felt more like 85%. I live in brooklyn now, where the white percentage of the population is 41.2%, I have also lived in queens, where it’s 44.1%. even in manhattan where the percentage is 54.4%, the actual geographic mix of race is much greater in new york city, or in any big thriving city, for that matter. In my hometown, there really was a “black” part of town. The social divide was clear, and it mirrored the economic divide. This actually made the ‘south side’ of saint Petersburg (68.6%W) far more dangerous than the crown heights section of Brooklyn (41.2%W) I currently live in. when you segregate - socially, economically, racially – you send a message, you create a divide in community, and you create ill feelings.
Businesses refrain from certain areas because of prejudice and economy, and commercial strips in these areas die as you lose certain components of ‘leisure commerce.’
Now I’m getting into areas that would be interesting to discuss in both areas – both a more segregated suburban community and a dense urban city. But for now, let’s just say I prefer to live in a diverse community, on all levels.
Variety is the spice of life.

Art in florida is pretty much fish, pelicans, scenery, and whatever else the boring, aging snowbirds want to spend money on. Although things are looking up in my hometown thanks to a few establishments… I mean, really, this is obvious. New york city is the (self-proclaimed) center of the art world. now, you can take that statement and suck it, big deal. I don’t give a fuck, I’ll make my art anywhere. But there are a lot of artists in nyc, and when you have that many people around with all that creative energy, things pop up here and there, and you start to feed off of that energy. There is another edge to this blade, and you can get lost in the shear number of ‘creative’ types arting and farting all over the gaddamned place… I know I’m lost myself, but for the three years I’ve lived here, I sure have soaked up a lot of amazing shit. And it inspires one to be immersed in an environment that simply cares about the arts as much as new york city does. I’ll take that sentiment along with a lot of other positive things with me if/when I leave this shit hole.
Yay nyc!

As far as music goes – much more so than art, at least in my life – you need that energy. You need an audience, you need collaborators, and you like finding people who come from different places and are willing to try new things. Hello, new york. I’ve been in bands in florida all my life, but here, everywhere I turn there’s someone to make music with – and I’m not talking about some cover-band dickass douche-bag, or some guitar wanker dickass douche-bag fuck (I’ve heard my fair share). You meet them (the good ones)everywhere, they’re at your job, they’re in the subway station, they’re at the park, they carry their instruments to work. Pretty soon you’re playing in a band in a giant church and you feel like you’re in a moment in your life that you’ll never forget, and you’re old enough to enjoy it for what it is, all because of the energy and draw to the new york art and music scene.
Yay nyc!

Well, I feel like I’ve talked enough about urban vs. suburban architecture for one blog, and as for people in sandals? Welcome to winter, fuck-ass. Fuck you.
More later.