A Web page that appears to be part of the Whitney Museum of American Art’s official Web site—and that claims the museum has broken with two corporate sponsors of its upcoming Biennial—is a hoax, the museum said.
When I was like 11, I was part of this massive Pokemon BBS that provided its users with server space to make their own Pokemon fan page. I was really into GLOOM. I made a fan page for poison type Pokemon. I’m still waiting for the 16-bit online pokemon game that the members of Bulbagarden promised us, designing painting programs so we could each customize our own pokemon characters and make gyms. Knowing people on the BBS got Justin and I into pirating animes and games for dreamcast through IRC and stuff. One time I helped him build a private server for this game Ragnarok Online. I’m glad Pokemon never became an MMO.
My friend Taku was cool because he brought a lot of Pokemon toys from Japan. His favorite was sandshrew. Everyone held him in high regard, I had a sandshrew in Yellow version that was fairly useful once it became a Sandslash, but not worth the effort. Training Sandslash is good until about level 45, then it loses its novelty and also isn’t much use against gym leaders/the elite four. Who uses a sandshrew after all of that? In afterplay you basically flaunt your rare pokemon and how high they’ve leveled (how much you’ve cheated), and who wants a level 50 Sandslash? Hopefully you didn’t cheat in Pokemon until you beat the game. Afterplay was the most important thing that Pokemon could introduce to video games. It was cool also when Pokemon became gender specific and things became oddly self-sustaining when you could breed them.
Taku knew nothing about Pokemon and people thought he did because he’s Japanese. He was a good friend of mine but he was in the year above me and I never saw him again after he went to middle school. One day he might read this and hate me. I hate me right now.
When I was in 4th grade, I dropped a deck of my holographic Pokemon cards… maybe they spilled from my bag or something. Some kid who was held back grabbed about half of them and wouldn’t give them back. I had to negotiate with a friend of his to get the all of them back, on the condition that I would give him one of my holographics for like every 10 cards he got back for me. I’m going to end this by saying that I went through with the deal, and then just stole all of my cards back from that idiot, and his cards. I want this to be a metaphor fo something but really it’s midnight, I’m tired, and I should probably sell my binder of holographics on ebay soon.
Sometimes I don’t know if I’m really doing as much as I think (like I doubt myself), but I sure do feel busy and tired all the time anyway. I don’t know if that is supposed to feel good though— just the fact that I am doing a lot all of the time— when do you get time to step back and look at what you are doing? Do you ever? Do you get more time if you isolate yourself? Because whenever I spend time with myself I just watch movies. I know more about movies now though, that’s really important to me. I know what is good and bad to me, and I’ve taken time to understand the things I see in different contexts. This has always been important to me though, that’s why I am happy for Szechuan Best, because I can live with the work I show (even though we mainly show work at Peggy’s house now). I’m really happy that things are becoming qualitative to me here in Baltimore in certain ways. Although I may not share it with others often I feel like I am becoming more critical here; more than before I want to talk to and learn from people here, and to contribute something. I’m excited about the new critical lens that comes with every person who gets involved with art here. Never really opened up like this before, this is what Emily calls drunk blogging?