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Let my voice soak into you. Just let yourself feel it and react. It helps us capture the changes in your emotions without being intrusive. Let it flow into you, breathe it in. It is simultaneously your guide and your emotional indictor, your dynamic portrait. Its movements are directly influenced and affected by the nano-particles you will inhale and exhale. Breathe deeply and slowly…. You breathe in the atmosphere of this dwelling; you let it infuse you.

You might feel more comfortable here or more uncomfortable. You took pleasure in this vertigo. In an unstable, tenuous equilibrium… you felt this dizziness like something that is still inhabits you… the void is right there, under your feet. The family, your family, has become a conflict zone and you can no longer be in denial or calm things down.

Not that space has the power to reduce and absorb those underlying, exhausting, gnawing conflicts, but it can offer layouts that encourage the morphology of the moment, and offer you choices in your relationships…. Synchronized to your own body, your arteries, blood and genitals, to your beating organism… and you are a thing, an element amid that whole ensemble, porous, able to merge, respiring and aspiring to be your own environment.

Just let yourself slip into this silky and strange sensation that terrifies and caresses you…. You might feel slightly confused for a few seconds while the nano-receptors are being expelled and reabsorbed. You can take a look at your physiological report on the screen in front of you.

Please leave the way you came in [12]. Very different than the petrified Turbulences made after an unbelievable second round, a kind of administrative prank. Developed by the mathematician Monge in the 18 th century. The program asked individuals for their special preferences, and then analyzed and processed this data based not only on the desires of their neighbors, but also light, access to ventilation, etc.

He finally abandoned this project because he deemed that his computer could not understand the twists and turns and complexity of the process of human decision-making.

It means staging a break-in to the logic of things when language has to negotiate with the depths of the body, down to the bottom folds, like with Antonin Artaud and his compulsive catatonia. This physiological test above works like an emotion detector. It only takes seven minutes. The protocol is simple. During the test, a sort of vapor of nanoparticles is emitted, so that we can detect the evolution of these emotions without noxious intrusion.

Le travail fut bien fait. Cela ne prendra que trois minutes. Je ne vous raccompagne pas, vous connaissez le chemin. Dan Schulz, Eleanor Tullock. Terra Insola is a collective enterprise of scientific storytellers, speculative archeologists, regenerative engineering, deviant-mythologists and dirty-physiologist exploring the mythic figure of Ariadne as an archetype of a modern feminist, living within a suspended time between two stages of her life, in the time between her relationships with Theseus to Dionysus, between the macho-man and the alcoholic.

She is bound by a daytime routine and her perpetual commitment to a machine, releasing herself from all constraints and achieving self-sufficiency. She lives in an idyllic biotope without context or reference, extracting fluid sap from the eucalyptus tree that sustains her nourishment in an anthroposophic exchange, and mixes her physiological substances such as urine with the earth that surrounds her to secrete ceramic for the structure that shelters and interlaces her.

The structure itself is a metaphor of an endlessness creation, an architectural process that emerges within an infinite loop. The myriad of spiraling mazes and glazed clay components that wrap her body and her mind are developed by and with a machine tamed and domesticated by Ariadne to extend her desires and construct her needs in a reflexive, affective and contingent agenda. Ariadne is a woman divided by the pathology of multiple personality disorder, haunted by the echoes of her mythic past and her involuntary landing within the Schengen trap.

When she lands, the barrier of Schengen was already since a long time considered as a fortress. The physio-zones are an initial preparation, a shamanism ceremony to reach a point of emotional delivery. Clothing the shop of fashion design clothes, including prototyping on site. Without delegating power to autocratic and aseptic technocratic experts instead of the chaotic emergences of the multitudes, the aleatory rhizomes, the arborescent growths that are simultaneously a factor for its transformation and its operational mode.

This smearing is done through the recycling of industrial glass, mainly French wine bottles that are swallowed up and vomited out by a 12 metre-high machine in a process of staggering, scattering and stacking. Random aggregation is part of this unpredictable transformation following the fuzzy logic of the vanishing point. In this move the character played be Richard Dreyfus reproduces it in his own living room, using soil, plant and mud materials acquired, in a raging fit of lucidity, by destroying a small decorative garden in the neighbourhood and taking these materials into his home.

I am an imposter. It comes in the form of a human group, a re-peopling of the social structure in the form of a dream.

A dream of social climates, empty lots, existing forms of nature and people and enhanced intimacy. It alters what exists, it marks out vanishing lines, subjectivities, it throbs in the form of local stories and languages, little tales, the stuff of fables and narratives garnered by tacking together and tinkering. It grows between , among other things.

It tinkers, recycles, reconstructs in all historical senses of the term. The rhizomatic bad seed sown by the two philosopher friends that stocks us up again. When everything has once and for all suddenly descended into anything goes, the deep freeze, urban guerilla warfare, and the rest of the whole shamozzle, there remains that sixth sense, nerve endings and defensive reflexes. It lives in broad daylight, not in the shadows, because the shadows are a refuge for jumpy activists living in the comfort of their ideals… clowns, as Zizek calls them.

R2 [7] In this violent antagonism, within the hollow of this personal disorder, this personal confict, we are facing two worlds facing each other: WEF versus WSF, Davos [8] versus Porto Alegre [9] … on one side, business and its operative economy, both financial and managerial; on the other, all the multitudes and their potential for organization from the bottom up — for a productive and operative resistance against the first.

How can the architect, artist, scientist, writer, and citizen absorb, swallow, and digest this Janus-like condition without favoring one over the other? Log 25 explores ways to navigate this antagonism, which could be negotiated in an un certain and ambiguous manner… nonhierarchical, nondeterministic, defining a path in which architectural protocols could fuse bottom-up and top-down, contingently, simultaneously, as if the ingredients were making recipes, and the recipes were modifying the substance of the ingredients… apparatuses of exchange, [10] which transform the game of power and the knowledge diffused through that game.

Contradictorily, the discipline of architecture in the time of now feigns ignorance of this genuine conflict, and concurrently legitimizes more and more its identity, or the illusion of an identity, at a condition of noninvasive, nonsubversive, nonpolemic, nonpolitical consequences.

It produces systemic pathological effects: It is only in strategies of conflict, opposition, indignation, and occupation that the capitalist structure, an ectoplasm with an adaptable and variable geometry and contours, agrees to renegotiate its transactional modes… But for this malleability to operate, we first have to run the risk of confronting it, causing it to crack, biting it, in close combat, using tactical strategies of visibility and fallback… facades and dissimulation… offensive drives… occupation of turf, in the hollows of conflicts, in the hollows of speech utterances, their rescripting, their de-alienation — not in the cozy living-room idealism of the defeat of thought.

This particular form of masochism, which is not so much masochism as it is acceptance of the sadism of the system, is actually, height of irony, seen as… a performative act.

In these conditions, and by default, it would be prudent to ask ourselves about the legal framework of such a submission, of the protocols of Sacher-Masoch, and even to define the mechanisms of exchange, domination, enslavement, eroticization and suffering, as a potentially contractual support element of this same transaction… and to redefine what constitutes the nature of that contract… not just in terms of the relationship between the parties, but in terms of the representation of this relationship: Faced with the autistic, blind, deaf and dumb violence of our mechanisms of technological, industrial, mercantile, and human domination, nature reacts… in a stuttering version of the original chaos… in a mutiny against human organization… Gaia seems to take its revenge.

Capitalism and Schizophrenia , trans. University of Minnesota Press, , The Forum organizes its annual meeting in Davos, a mountain resort in the eastern Alps region of Switzerland. The meeting brings together some 2, top business leaders, international political leaders, selected intellectuals and journalists to discuss the most pressing issues facing the world… as it should be. Some consider the WSF to be a physical manifestation of global civil society, as it brings together NGO, advocacy campaigns as well as formal and informal social movements seeking international solidarity.

Resilience is most commonly understood as a process, not as a trait of an individual. Yet this new designer is very different from the old. One thing seems clear: Verso, , 17— It is no innocent matter, either, that the critical systems in charge of questioning their validity simply offer them a helping hand, fascinated by the power that these great strategists grant them in return for their dependence.

Jean McNeil New York: But the new world knows only resistance. When I bend in order to avoid accepting the rules of their authority, I am destroying the foundations, I am insulting their legitimacy. There is rage in the face of my madness, a ferocious rage as if they found themselves faced with an act of revolt. University of Minnesota Press, Three ingredients of the sublime: You have to be sublime at least once a day; toxic could be the cure for it, if produced twice a day.

A gravy for schmaltzy affect, effect, infects, faces, fooding facing realities and Trolls, in the childish meal of cruelty. The grotesque as a romantic notion, framed by desires for beautiful, tasteful monsters, exquisite corpses and synthetic nature. Grotesque romanticizing cannot be cooked it can only be tested, so we can only hope for them, and them forget about the hope and we left with them.

A birthday cake for the temptation of sugar-ice-comput-DIY vomiting a back tomorrow lost tasty paradise. Chromatic pastry radiating in atmospheric hues, triggering the Geeks desire to explore the past? Therefore the alternative to paranoid delusion, paranoid atmospheres, so we are trading on an emergency of the now, maybe atmosphere becomes Lust, not a bad trade. Inky FR back tatooed for Log 25 issue. It would have trapped……….. How a line of subjectivation is used as a strategy materializing in the physical world, in the tangible, touchable zone of our environment.

It is an experiment, linked to the study circle existence and contents… how to extract from the multitude of books and knowledge stored in the site, a possibility of substantiation, a possibility of materialization….

A story of somebody which found the way to extract through signs and mathematical logic a shape, which passes from his mind to a cartography, from a cartography to a 3D object drifting slowly to a real construction at scale 1 by his own enlightening… he is himself becoming a fragment of this construction….

The pool was a pool, not any more…it turns into a deep, bottomless sinkhole, engraving and digging the ground to find the door to hell…. OPEN for architecture students application below. Call it madness, if you want. Two worlds face each other today: Davos and Porto Alegre. One represents business and the operative economy, both financial and managerial; the other, the multitudes and their potential for organization from the bottom up — for a productive and operative resistance against the first.

LOG 25 will explore ways to navigate this antagonism, which could be negotiated in an un certain and ambiguous manner. Like the car company producing cars, where a specific social organization has been created to manage production without diagnosing the structural and human alienation produced by that system, the discipline of architecture is going back to its own ghetto, constructing simultaneously an efficiency and legitimacy of knowledge from evaluation and expertise, which gather and target a high degree of professionalism.

Paradoxically the world is being pulled and pushed in so many directions, producing contradictory tensions, new conflicts, new nationalism, new local ideologies, even new El Dorados with flickering financial fireworks — mirages in the desert. In this context, it is not innocently that a group of philosophers requestions the foundation of democracy, the validity of its structure and the procedures of delegation of power; requestions the notion of government, of governance.

It fills emptiness, grows between, and amongst other things. The flower is beautiful, the cabbage useful, the poppy makes us mad, but grass is overflow. The elements rage and the gods, so quick to pardon our folly, seem powerless to appease the rebellion, armed with infernal force….

This session is the occasion to rethink our relation, not in terms of moralist ecology, nor in terms of preservation, but rather in terms of transaction and of body and zone of exchanges…. The project must not hold back from crossing barriers because they are too morally predictable, from negotiating repulsions, anomalies, impulses of life and death, entanglement between Eros and Thanatos …the failure of a system is not a criteria of its devaluation and disqualification…but rather a system of knowledge….

This competition calls for a radical reimagination of the current relationship between humans and the built environment through the establishment of new architectural protocols of coexistence in the search of a new Partial-Total Ecology: In the past architecture has always operated as a mediator between humans and the built environment, within an anthropocentric ideological framework with a deterministic approach.

This competition seeks to escape this direct relationship and asks for submissions able to produce new socio-ecological scenarios able to reimagine our current ideas and preconceptions, in relation to notions of equilibrium and sustainability within Western Culture.

Going beyond notions of moral ecology or fake sustainability, this competition asks for entries able to envision new architectural scenarios and moments of invention by looking into spaces of residual otherness to reconstitute canonical forms of thinking.

These new socioecological architectural visions will provide a new understanding and a new set of possible relations of humans with the planet. Each entry must submit a scenario for a new P artial-Total Ecology: In order to avoid direct anthropocentrism [that in essence is impossible to bypass], the competition asks to have as the subjects of inhabitation of these new scenarios a minimum of two different species [including human] and two different by-products [i. Due to nature of the competition, based on relations and processes, the site is to be understood as a space of conflict, transaction and relations.

The site will be identified through its own sharing protocols, evolutionary dynamics and transitory transactions. The project might be developed within spaces that go beyond current acceptable notions of correctness including disgusting, monstrous or repulsive.

With a similar approach, notions of life or death, success or failure might be equally treated as value creators. From the machinistic, passing by the chemical to the visceral, some of the processes that the entrant might consider in elaboration of this new Partial-Total Ecology are: The natural stone is on the middle of the stripe in the installation.

It is a radioactive natural element at the level of 0. A Geiger counter is set to control it. Normally the average duration of after glowing mix of phosphorescence and luminescence is about hours from the intensity of sun — 50 lx. Swarm intelligence is a revolutionary new theory for explaining how the world operates. It has already transformed a number of disciplines from biology to economics. But how can it contribute to the discipline of architecture? And what can architects learn from those working in swarm intelligence in other disciplines?

It showcases some of the freshest and most inspirational digital design work to have emerged in recent months. This exhibition is an attempt to chart this emerging phenomenon. To coincide with the exhibition, a major international book is being published, Neil Leach, Roland Snooks eds. Architectures of Multi-Agent Systems. Click on link — picture or here to get the 5mn speeches.

While the act of creation is not a representation of something that already exists, it is also not an irruption of the uncontrolled or undefined; it is not born of pure chaos, nor does it refer to it.

Chaos is the ultimate enemy of thought. This danger is based on the misleading understanding of creation as an expression either of transgression, breaking order, or madness. What cannot be thought is the nonrelational — those potentials or movements that fail to be actualized. Creation is danger; however it is not the danger of madness, but rather the danger of exposing an abundant sanity. Deleuze and Guattari place creation in the field in which it is destroyed and trembles. Stuttering, where it cracks and fractures, enables us to see the door to the rabbit hole that leads not to what is beyond, not to the transcendental, but inward, to the immanent.

It is the act of creation, the necessary act of architecture — in its singularity — that can retain the access to this door. Each time, with each new utterance, architecture is again required to generate a new, real state of creation, to avoid being trapped in the net of empty words. Stuttering is conflictual, it appears as a disruption of continuity between emotion and language — where they simultaneously corrupt each other, creating a synaesthetic rapprochement where the degree or level of confusion reveals the impossible negotiation between something that tries to articulate knowledge in the public sphere and the protest of the body against being reduced to its simple appearance.

It could appear as a field of battle, where the forces present produce noise and chaos, beauty and barbarism, Eros and Thanatos, impulses of life and death. But more to the point, it is the contradictory aesthetic generated from this field of battle that matters. The catatonia of the stutter is similar — it is an articulation or de-articulation of a psychism and the production of a new physiology accessing public territories and repressed depths of consciousness derived from zones of paranoia and permanent disequilibrium.

That is the main point. To stutter is a-social not because of the non-understandability aspect, but because it perverts the appearance of socialization — a shameless pornography. We come before dimensions that deviate from language, but attempt to define how language should be considered as capable of internalizing this energy; pulling language by the tongue, and not allowing its dialectical closure.

Voids open before us, wickets through which we meet expression in its raw state. The stuttering architect is the one who acknowledges his disability and accepts his fate, his senses, and bodily intuition. This architect is like the stuttering man who knows the pain of not being able to speak eloquently, of suffering from the sense of stammering incomprehensibly, trying not to confront certain syllables — fricatives and sibilants — since he knows too well the frustration this attempt will bring upon him.

Abandoning any grammatical semblance, the phrase falls apart. The body ceases to be an appendage, becoming instead that which makes it possible for us to have an immediate, pre-reflective familiarity with reality.

This points us back to the source of creation, uncovering its finiteness in aphasia, all the while showing the greatness of what is human — that which contains the consciousness of infinity. The act of architecture extends, deforms, and breaks the boundaries of language. It emphasizes and empowers the dryness and meagerness of architectural language.

Creation is destruction; we must destroy language in its present form and create it in a different form, denying certain structures as we form a structure out of what other structures are not made of. This new structure is certainly a reality; it can be seen and touched.

It is certainly not nothing. Both the signifier and the signified are always present simultaneously; what is seen is a truth in presence. Therefore, for the architect, saying is doing. We need a measured intervention — a radical and eternal reassessment that seeks to give up the prophecy temptations to transcendence , while failing to stop stuttering time and time again. To fail does not mean to represent successfully existential failures or existential meaninglessness; it means to refuse to represent.

Thus, we preserve cracks through which we can feel the muted, endless infinity behind architectural things — an infinity more devious and secret, which rejects attempts at divisibility and striations, refuses the mere instrumentality of architecture.

There is a need, an urgent and asymmetrical necessity, to act. Not only was the bestiality increased, but I suspect that it was also the highest point of horror and pleasure for the barbarian — the combined malefaction and jouissance of human perversity. We reached so high a level of monstrosity in the 20th century — from Verdun to the slaughters of Pol Pot to the recent atrocities in Rwanda — that it is now difficult to hierarchically re-qualify this notion of human bestiality and the industrial dimensions of terror.

But the musician playing and dancing in Hell cannot be compared to anything else. This unnamable amoral cultural artifact elicits repulsion and vomiting that cannot be framed or clearly unfolded; vomiting in this case to be read as the ultimate expression of language. The most uncomfortable aspect is that they are not developed from voyeurism at a distance , but are intrinsically embedded in our own bestial, individual schizophrenia.

These works force us to look at the devil, not in front of us, but contained in our own nervous sweat. Following your multiple trajectories, shadows of the catastrophe escape from our body, screams and sparks, like an animal we had been sheltering. I hear the other voices, the gnashing of the teeth of an animal in the agony of death. The voice is in me. We meet the spirits that haunt us, that haunt creation.

Stuttering dismantles the face and we rediscover the head, the teeth, and the flesh; it emerges from beneath discourse as brute fact and takes us to the threshold. How can architecture think the moving gap as a movement of being itself? How can we cross the threshold that lies beyond the limit beyond language, beyond the wall , which is neither virtualization nor actualization, but rather the indiscernible middle? How can architecture move from report to experience?

The animal is waking up after a long hibernation. The development of the collective and individual moralism of the 20th century hygienism, positivism, modernism, progressivism, ecologism could be perceived as the Siamese-twin brother of the industrial potential for erasure and destruction of humans, biotopes, and entire territories. This permanent disequilibrium destruction and preservation versus barbarism and humanism cannot be reduced to a simple theoretical or rhetorical game; it has been and still is, here and now, the preliminary condition of any emerging discourse and practice.

As a genesis, or a genetic illness, we were born out of these conditions and we have the choice, the irreducible and individual choice, to think the field of the battle, to take sides. On one side of the battlefield are those who are driven by the illusion of elegant moralism, where we might wrap ourselves with the mantle of the right consciousness and the denunciation of a system that at the same time feeds and clothes us. But for exercer sa puissance , we have to go away, far away from these two evident and reductive symptoms, by moving simultaneously between the two sides of the battlefield, stuttering with the enemy as a permanent deforming mirror of ourselves.

The schizophrenic creative process of stuttering architecture that I seek to stress fundamentally resembles this indispensable failure or danger that you mention. But, like any defect, it has an advantage, a depth, which the shortcoming and the shortcoming alone may possess, losing something in order to add something else, decreasing in order to yearn. The eloquent word, the eloquent structure the highest desire of the Modern Movement is lost in order to teach people to give birth to a new ear — to feel the stutter, the pain preceding the birth of a new word.

Stuttering architecture is never disconnected from reality, but rather planted in the very heart of reality. This is architecture that does not seek to eliminate the separation by creating an identity and by abolishing the paradoxes, but rather stresses the differences and confirms them, and therefore spreads a rhizomatic complexity, which we must cross continuously, without halting.

Each of these ways coincides with a task, an experiment, a way of feeling space. In Dustyrelief, an art museum project in Bangkok, you are reflecting this schizophrenia, constantly hanging between a breakthrough toward a new model and a breakdown into an old, used, and familiar model. The city and its surfaces and atmospheres are deeply polluted by carbon monoxide particles, which wrap the tropical environment in a gray, dusty coating. The aesthetic protocol that is the genesis for the building transforms this preliminary chemical condition.

Its operation arises from a multitude of contradictions — between hygiene and dirt, topological and Euclidian geometry, panoptic and heterotopian space — and a permanent schizoid vibration between the illusion of controlling an environment and the failure — the malentendu mishearing , of its application.

This disruption of logic is a stuttering tool for developing narrative relationships, lines of subjectivization and apparatuses of de-identification. There must always be an enigma. The reality of the building may not be achieved by its physical construction, as when a subject is frozen into an object. In this case the construction will never accomplish its objective. I have to admit that this path was borrowed from a few other architects, specifically the strategy of the disruption of architectural logic.

One is Adolf Loos and his raumplan , with the disjunction between the external boxy illusion and the space within. The adventures of Alice in Wonderland proceeded from the same stuttering. But back to the Bangkok situation. The apparatus that collects the dirt and reveals the degree of pollution secreted and stored day after day, year after year , realizes its own extension from this atmospheric substance generated by the city, while becoming, simultaneously through embedding in the belly of this freak the hygiene of an art museum a refugee zone for international contemporary art.

We could complain how museums are becoming deterritorialized mausolea for art tourism Bilbao, etc. This double identity forces the museum to negotiate and articulate a strategy of stuttering, tripping over its own intrinsic contradictions.

The collection of carbon monoxide particles is generated by several electrostatic machines , volts without any Ampere and intensity connected to a mesh 37 meters high. It produces a negatively charged environment that is able to attract the positive voltage of the dust. A drainage system collects the detritus after the monsoon season washes it away.

As architects, we are always confronted with strange vibrations, composed by disaster and dream, by propaganda and illusion, by hypocrisies and realities. We deeply consider architecture to be a tool that could reveal and manipulate this stuttering — to eroticize our paranoia. The future is a Faustian contract drawn up by Sacher-Masoch. Opening of satelite of Pompidou Center, Metz, 11 may Guiheux-Migayrou and Guignol-Rambert walk arm in arm, flaunting their self-satisfaction.

But the most surprising thing is to see the former, who once long ago was a pioneer, so fully assuming his present role of conservator, acting like the museum equivalent of a nightclub bouncer or a cop.

In a position to write history, [1] he exploits it, helping make it congeal and turn to stone, with the illusion and fantasy of classification… something between a Creationist entomologist and the malicious comeback of an ambushing Alphonse Bertillon…. Anyway, here we are in this garrison city, with the carp and the rabbit strolling arm in arm, proud of their young friendship, with undisguised pleasure… or perhaps avowed obscenity.

How did these two come to form such a perfect union? These two might seem an unlikely match unless you happen to know them personally. What is the quiddity of their coitus non-interruptus? Of their wedding night? It was the kiss of death at the eponymous institution: A clever move to take the whole pot. The two accomplices not only coolly planned out the whole thing, they claimed the prize as the dowry due them for their embrace.

The lip-smacking prospect of a funhouse mirror show bringing together the little water carrier and the pseudo-philosopher using radical architecture to rehabilitate the Boomers, on the backs of those they spit on and those they silence to keep their powers of postmodern creativity as the admen that they are. No need to say another word about the Metz show, no sir. The architecture room is as mortiferous as they are.

A cadaver not so exquisite and a series of tombstones, as gray as they are… as desperately gray as death… and scale models refurbished for the occasion. Double-dealing hypocrites and double agents. Architecture has nothing to do with what they make it. But their union is sacred and consummated. Over the canopy hovered the specters of Frei Otto and Cecil Balmond, opening their cape like Mephisto in the Murnau movie, and what that cape covered and hid was labyrinthine, heterotopic and above all designed by Hans Poelzig….

But more on that another time. Components of after glowing as UV radiation sensor. Meeting someone means facing the unknown, the strange, or even confronting your own repulsion at negotiating unfamiliar surroundings.

This involves consideration of risk and a determination of whether or not to go through with it. It means daring to risk the unknown together. The truce is unstable. Nothing can be discerned but sweat and silence, like climbers roped together, seeking to transgress the forbidden.

The fence simultaneously protects those who are still there, about whom we know nothing, and those who dare venture in without knowing how to make use of what they may find there. The meeting point is not pretending to be safety. This building is a nocturnal observatory pivoting on itself. But at night this lab restores the light intensity of daytime by discharging UV sensor units located on all the exterior surfaces.

The components afterglow as a detector, an architectural Marker of the mutation of our environment and occur as a signal of UV human pathologies. The level of UV which has crossed the Ozone layer is only revealed with a gap of time, after people are plugged into the shadows of the day, in the death of the sunset, by the after glowing ghost, inter canem et lupum ….

French version on http: There are two parts. Research unfolds in what we call the Process room, a pretty basic space. You have to take your time so that the interactions between physiology, robotics and computation fully emerge in their logic and interdependence. The other part, the exhibition, is a suite of visual indices. Since these clues are neither didactic nor chronological nor pedagogical, visitors construct their own logic and subjectivities. Furthermore, this part has an immersion area, a physiological testing station, where visitors, called prospective purchasers by analogy to a sales office, are themselves experimental subject and object.

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Would like to hear from some of the guys that I worked with. I grew up with stories and photos and my father's pride. He still has a hard cover copy of the "Salvo". He was on the Governor's boat welcoming the ship as she came up the Delaware to where she has been so lovingly restored. I didn't expect the intense emotions I felt when I finally got to actually see her.

To be with him as he stepped foot on her again for the first time in so many years. To listen to him and watch him remember Then, when we got to the ship's museum where there is a photo of the entire crew Dad thinks its the only one ever taken And sure enough, there was my Dad, right in the center of the photo on the wall of the museum! If you happen to get there, you can't miss him My Dad has had hearing problems since being positioned right under the "big guns".

He was sent to the doctor on board and he knows there is a record of being treated. He says they used to put cotton in their ears during firing. Some of the cotton got stuck and traveled down his ear canal and needed to be removed by the doctor.

What he needs is a copy of that report. The local VA says they can't find any records. He needs help as his hearing has progressively gotten worse over the years and is now at its worst ever.

Can anyone help us locate those records? Any help or information would be appreciated. Thanks so much and happy Memorial Day to you all. Thank you for your service. What a wild 3 years THAT was! Find me on facebook or e-mail. Moreno White Dawn St. Battle Just wanted to say high to all you ship mates.

I served on her from around to I was in the second Division. She was a great ship and I am proud to have had the opportunity to serve my country in Korea aboard such a great ship. Hope to reconnect with friends from B Division. Walk tall, carry a big stick. On May 23, I raised the commission pennant during the commissioning ceremonies.

After shakedowns and a few battles in the South Pacific, at Kwalalien I was transferred to OCS in the states via the Washington, which lost 70 feet of the bow. I went to Union and Holy Cross College, the rest is history.

I am now 84 years old. Lennon Potomac Dr. I did a lot of work in the Big J's engineering spaces. Before she was turned over to the Navy on her fourth recommissioning I steamed her from the 1 engine room. With that being said, I may have come across a few of you that were there during that time in the yard.

She was the best ship I ever worked on, of course the Mo was in the yard at the same time. I've worked a number of ships but those two I was proud to have been on. Looks like we all agree that it was at least our best times in the Navy, if not our lives.

Thanks to all who have served, and take care. Marine Corporal with the original crew that boarded the NJ on Sunday, May 23, as part of the original crew which was the day it was put into commission. GySgt Brown was our Guard Chief at the time. I'm looking for friends who served with me in the Galley. I am now CSC SW retired and sill willing to communicate with friends from my most beloved battleship. Anyone who served with him during those years let me know. I just turned 82, still in good health.

Now living in South Texas, my home state. I sure would like hearing from any and all Jersey Crewman. One other friend I get an Xmas card from Edward J. Murphy in Mystic, CT. Let's all say a prayer for all of the Vets from all wars and our men and women who are doing a Hell of a Job Today!

Petrola Parker St. Odya Brandy E. Had a great tour of the ship. Roethler Morgan Ridge Rd. Nothing but good memories. The first time we fired the inchers I thought we took a hit! I was assured that we didn't and that we had fired our guns! Top side I went only to witness the awesome sight of about 10 more rounds, lbs of black powder, 2, lb projectile, 2, feet per second, and a range of 28 miles Well I could talk all day.

If you want to talk BB call - Marty. Worked in Engineering Log Room, under Cdr. Fryer and the last Officer Cdr. Captain Tyree was in charge when I went aboard. Put her in commission and out of commission. I was an E4 Boilerman. Wish I had the video of it now. They played it over and over on Ship TV. I was sick of it then but would love to see it now. He reenlisted for a third term during that year. Please contact me if you know where he may be. Getting closer at finding you guys.

I'm looking for Junior Booth Betson. He was stationed on the New Jersey during the 2nd World War. Would like to hear from people serving during Korea.

Been there, Done that, is what we us to say in first Division. After that all the rest is history. We were one of the northern most outposts in Vietnam. I was the first to spot the New Jersey.

I was on top of the small 25 ft. I saw this large, low ship with a huge crane on the stern and knew it had to be her. I alerted the others in the tower. I have heard the rounds come over, they sounded like little jets. She was awesome and the North Vietnamese backed away pretty quickly.

Shortly after I left; the New Jersey fired over 1, rounds defending the tiny tower and the 25 marines there. There were no roads to Oceanview and it was in such a remote spot, all would have been lost if not for the New Jersey. So, from the Marines on the ground who were your eyes, a big thank you. He said he used to help the Marines out from getting in trouble coming off of liberty.

I was in the Marine Corps, but never got to serve on BB which would have been awesome. Gardner, served on the New Jersey as a fireman during Korea. He passed in August of I am looking for anyone who knew him, who could share some stories and possibly pictures of him during his time on the ship.

Please contact me if you can help. God Bless our Troops! My dad loved being in the military and when he was forced to retire due to medical reasons after only being in for 14 years he fought like hell to stay My daddy has since past just recently and I have found myself in the Navy following in daddy's footsteps just as I always intended There was never a day that I could have imagined my dad being more proud of me then the day I graduated boot camp I've been in for almost a year and with any luck hope to be stationed in Mayport or Virginia when I get orders as soon as I'm through with ET'A' school My dad was an inspiration to many He passed away on March 16th of He said he was in the main fire control Engine Room 2.

He said he remembers an Admiral Connors. If this triggers a memory, e-mail be. I'm trying to find his photos to post. Served onboard from October to December I was the Steward, Officer's Wardroom and met few of the crew. There were many officers, but I served Captain Snyder, who impressed me as a real personal and dedicated leader of the ship. He never talked much about what his job was on the ship and he didn't bring or send home any photos so if anyone is out there who can let me know how to find out anything about him please let me know.

I would like to get some photos and info to put on my wall to honor him Lisbon, Portsmouth, Greenock, Oslo. Battle station was SPS-6 space on O6 level. I remember watching the World Series in the ET shack; last compartment aft on the starboard side. Lots of fond memories Hope to get to the ship in the near future. Fair winds and following seas to Big J and all shipmates.

Old e-mail address no good anymore. I served aboard from October - in the print shop. Recommissioned on November 20, We were hit by shore batteries on my 24th birthday, May 21, One I will never forget. Snoddy Montauk Ln. Please add to Mailing List. I spent several days ashore with the clean-up crew before I finally got to the Big J, what a thrill and an honor to serve on this ship. I am a historian and am working on a book about the Big J. I would love to hear from anyone who served on this ship.

God Bless the 47! We also put the names of the guys in that space on the stairs down to the space in order of rank from top to bottom, changing them as men left or were promoted. Harold the Duck was my our mascot and was painted on the lockers on the lower level. Does anyone know if any of this still exists or when you saw it last?

I left in Lebahn, passed away in Omaha, NE. He always felt that it was a privilege to have served aboard such a wonderful command. His ability to mentor the young men under his watch is one of many things that he will be remembered for, along with his zest for life, devotion to his family and that unstoppable smile.

For those of us who have had the opportunity to have known him, know that his sprit will live on thru all of us. Anyone know where I can get it, on DVD preferably. I was on that Cruise, and it really brings back a lot of memories.

I didn't know it even existed. I was an IC3 in E-Division. What a magnificent sight she was. I never realized how beautiful a Battleship could be. At that time she was visiting my beautiful Australia. The streets of Kings Cross, in Sydney were aligned with American sailors.

How handsome and proud these men looked in there blues. Little did I know that I would end up being one of many young Australian women that would follow the ship home from this WestPac tour and become the wife of a New Jersey sailor.

The year was , a year I will never forget. A year later I was married, a year after that our daughter was born. I have many wonderful memories, of the ship, and friends gone by I wonder where you are these days, are you married, do you have children. I hope your life has been happy and fulfilled. I hope you are safe where ever you are. To Charles Burns, the handsome young sailor that gave me away on my wedding day at the Long Beach Naval Chapel on May 21, , where are you, and where is Larry Johnson?

My good friends I owe you both so much for the wonderful life I have had. You are always remembered and if you are out there, my family and I would love to hear from you. Thank you BB for everything you have meant to me I am truly proud to have been the wife of a New Jersey sailor Would like to get in touch with former PAO personnel among others. Remember, rest well, yet, sleep silent, until the call again comes for Firepower for Freedom. I was there for Beirut when we were deployed for 11 months.

The Big J shot her guns while we were there in support of the Marines and I have Nothing but good thoughts and praises for my experiences on her. Hope to get a chance to visit this summer.

I live in Philadelphia, PA and I see her everyday. I go onboard often and she is still in fighting shape. Was onboard while in dry dock, recommissioning and Beirut.

I would love to hear from those of you who served in 6th Division or anyone on board from - I was on board from - Maryville, TN I served on the Big J from - , it was the best duty a sailor could have and I still to this day say that only a Battleship Sailor is a true Sailor. Paauwe was one of the first crew members. I can probably get some pictures from my mom to be posted if interested, please e-mail me if interested. He was wounded on a 40mm gun AA mount in battle, I believe in Korea.

His shipmates called him Zeke, he was a Printers Mate, I'm sure you would remember him. He had many scars on his face, hands, head and legs. He retired from the Portsmouth Navy Prison in the late 60's or early 70's as a prison guard after 20 years.

He died of a coronary in at The last time I was onboard it was in December and wow I was in supply. I worked in the ships store and barber shop. I was a little brother to some and a bother to all, probably. I had a blast! Came out of Beirut with more medals than my company commander in boot camp, ha ha! I used to skateboard on the Tomahawk decks! Anyone who remembers that 18 year old punk rocker that filled up soda machines, give me a shout! Miss all of you and not a day goes by that I do not remember the best ship in the world!

Bet you didn't know we had surfboards on that ship! Take care to all my brothers. I was the only Fightin Fifth shipmate there. I cannot begin to tell you how great it was to walk the decks that 40 years ago I served on with joy and great satisfaction. I would love to hear from anyone, and especially those who were in the Fightin Fifth Division, to go back and remember those great days. Would love to hear from any of my former shipmates.

I would just like to say hello. Hauser 41st St. We fired the 5 inch guns once during my days in ship's company and that was in target practice. My most lingering memory is cleaning the teakwood deck by holy stones, sand, lye and water. It was the best time of my life.

After my discharge, I contributed photos and stories to the publication of the book "New Jersey", U. It is the history of the Jersey. I read that there was a lot of pushin and pullin going on in 3 Fireroom. Anyway, I am in contact with some of the 2 Fireroom crew and it has been great to hear and chat with these shipmates.

It was a moment in time I will never forget. Thanks, I hope to visit someday and see the boilers we steamed.

You guys in 3 Fireroom might have done some pushin and pullin back there but we was steamin haze gray and under way. It was all good, we were the best BTs that ship ever had.

I didn't make it into either cruise book, don't know why. You guys look me up. Shout out if you were on board at that time. He was originally from Baltimore, MD.

He and his wife Marilyn, who survives him, also became an extra set of grandparents for my children. If anyone would like me to pass on any messages or memories to his wife, who is not computer savvy, please feel free to contact me at the above address. I would love to correspond with anyone who served on the ship during that time. I am looking for a roster for 1st Division during those dates or a cruise book, if anyone can help that would be great.

Still keep in touch with Smitty and look forward to hearing from anyone that was there. I really enjoy the posts from all the Big J vets. Take care and have a great New Year.

I would like to correspond with anyone who served on the New Jersey during - , especially men in Roger Division. Obando, Gomez I remember. If there are any OSs or EWs from that time period drop me a line. Would like to do a little get together.

Maybe go over the formula for a target angle and a scouting problem on a maneuvering board. Obando, remember Marina, in Sydney? I have a client who served on the Jersey back in and we are trying to locate records of gunnery practice where the inchers were fired. We have been to www. Can you help or know of someone who can help? We are trying to help this man with a VA Claim. My wife, sister-in-law and brother-in-law also accompanied me.

We all had a great time, and would really look forward to having the reunion on the ship again in the near future. I think that means more to us former crewmembers and shipmates that traveling around the country taking tours. I will definitely attend the next reunion that is held in NJ or Philadelphia so we can go onboard the ship.

Had a lot to learn - I owe a great deal to this ship and to her crew. Now it's time to retire - hard to believe neither of us will ever go to sea again. I've got a great collection from that incredible period. The NJ docked in Brisbane, Australia that year.

If anybody knows where he might be living right now and has an e-mail address, would love to hear from you. GA I was a boiler technician third class in 3 Fireroom from to I stood messenger, checks, lower levelman, saturated burnerman, pumpman, superheater burnerman, and BTOW.

Remember when we ran aground in Pearl and we had that Full Back Bell and were the only ones that stayed on the line? Man that was steaming. Looking for the fellas from OI Division and anyone else who remembers me. Served on board from March - November I attended this past reunion and really had a blast.

You can contact me any time. There was only 3 from this time frame at the reunion, we need to get more involved. This was a great lady and she does not need to be forgotten. Me and my wife were adopted by some of the electricians from the Vietnam ERA. Home , Cell I do want to hear from you. Would love to hear from others during the same era. Phlegar Gyro Dr. I was an MM2 in 2 Fire Room. My son and I saw her in Camden in , it brought back a ton of memories.

I am the Grandson of Clifford Knudsen. He worked in the boiler room. He is alive and spunky at the young age of He tells me all the time about his war years. The gentlemen that served during that period of time are hero's. I can never imagine doing what they did. Please e-mail me anytime. I would love to hear stories.

I have had great interest in the USS new Jersey for many years and it's great to see that "Grandpa's Battleship" lives on. My Grandfather was James J. At General Quarters I was in the powder magazine under Turret 1.

In I published a book on my experiences, titled "Grand Tour". The book is based on my experiences in the U. Navy contrasted with my great grandfather's service in the U. If anyone is interested I can scan and e-mail a copy. The best time was becoming a Golden Shellback on the New Jersey.

I have encountered another of these rings and wondered how many crewman made them. All my best to the bravest generation of Heroes this country ever produced. I was in 6th Division for 2 years and finished in the Chaplain's office. Looking for e-mail for RP3 Joel E. I would be happy to hear from anyone that does remember me. O'Connor and Barnes send me a note. May School Dr. Did tour in one of the inch gun turrets. If anyone remembers a little skirmish during one of the elongated shellings with a crewmember getting busted in the chops for dragging around a torn powder bag please look me up on my sons e-mail address.

I am now 83 living alone and would love to hear from my old shipmates. Webster served aboard this great Lady - during Korea. I grew up hearing about this ship. I did get a chance to go aboard her during her last tour of duty when she visited San Francisco. I hope to make a trip to see her again some day. Visit our webpage at: Boyer 36 South Main St. Gilbert II Onboard from - in 3rd Division.

Assigned to Turret 3 Powder Magazines. Miller Canton, OH Cannot believe the detail of restoration to this fine lady! I am planning a trip to visit her this summer '08 with my son. I remember as a small boy his ship coming in to port and the junior officers grabbing my sister and me and feeding us milk and cookies in the wardroom.

Recently while on the way to Biloxi to volunteer after Katrina, stopped in Mobile, AL and walked the decks and passageways of the USS Alabama, she was awesome but not as impressive as the restoration shown in your photos of your lady. I cannot wait to step onto the deck of this warship. Seeing the work, and reading the ships log online, I am awestruck by the continuing love affair with her crew and their ship, from WW II duty to present.

Maybe a few of you might have served with my Dad. I have always felt a kinship as a Navy kid, lived in Norfolk and San Diego and would like my son to know more about his grandfather, Dad passed away Having my son see the environment Dad experience in his young adult life may give him a closer kinship with Dad.

Your work on the 'Jersey will undoubtedly instill a pride in a job well done. I am looking forward to seeing your word firsthand. I then left for A-school. That was one of the best days I had in the Navy.

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