john writes:
new layout?

yes, for the front page, anyhow. i am/was trying to make it more clear to the visitors what the site is ‘about’, rather than have them think/know that it is just a depository self-referential dialogue. naturally, you can amend this or revert to the previous system. the posting/news and all that still work in the same fashion.

for those of you putting together your own ex_nihilo dossiers, we have provided visual documentation of its use, that you may discern how the item is constructed. those not wishing to download the file and procure the proper materials for assembly may choose instead the option of home/office/shop delivery of one (1) fully assembled dossier at the cost of $85 U.S.; contact for more information.

as far as i can tell, we have not yet been awarded the grand prix for our efforts. perhaps you neglected to note the office phone number on the entry form?

as i know that you are not busy with work this week, i do not hesitate to propose an assignment; perhaps you will be comfortable with submitting something we have already done, times 400,000.
habitat redux?

a digital interpretation of the document which was sent to the arch league has been assembled. our readers may print copies for themselves and for dissemination amongst their crews. instructions and diagrams for arranging the pages soon will appear on this page.

final dossier pdf [5.24 mb]

devouring mi-dels

some documents unseen in the final edition:

for fux sake!

devouring mi-dels, leaving the fan on in the west head, reading jl’s emails

listening to mogwai rock action and eating mi-dels scanning de-raunched correspondence.

listening to pglass 1000 airplanes on the roof and draughting courthouse plans transcribing nouveau journalistic scifi narrative.

> > do you want to meet at 6pm tonight?
>
> tomorrow night!

if you want to lose this shit, just say so!

i cant remember men in blue blazers. i cant remember men in hoods with silvery pistols trained on their temples, or laced up grey sneakers pressed firmly against spalling asphalt next to yellow chalk outlines of evaporated blood pools. i remember skies grey though, with smoke, with debris swinging before the sun from hovering spherical and linear devices, smudging out the sun. i remember the buildings were somewhat the same. i cant remember how they were different, other than the charred material, and the smoke. i heard how people used them, how they toppled them and stacked them under lakeshore drive. i cant remember people saying they saw the sun. those toppled towers were tunnels and they stretched beneath the freeways out to barren shores that looked like gas refineries. i remember yellow chalk drawn on walls in vague patterns that both camouflaged and pinpointed secret entries. when i dreamt of the tales passed to me they were more clear than those words i read on my screen. those mocking visages painted with the colours of our flag with pistols to their temples were smudged away. i cant remember seeing richter paintings until after the fall of the I-70 front. they were all stockpiled in manhattanville after the death of the last art-runners. smeared fragments peered through in my memories of those skylines. the cranes ramming into the penthouses and stalwarts cartwheeling through the sky from the remaining towers; they were covered with dust that flew like contrails so you couldnt forget their unholy paths through the green dusk. i cant remember dusk. i cant remember the sun turning the sky green. perhaps i cant remember correctly, but i believe i am trying not to remember at all.

there was another demonstration today. it was a peaceful rally, until some loyalists showed up to confront us. some prikk sat on the plants we had grown in the street. needless to say, it quickly became torn and the loyalists were quickly dispatched. you will probably find their logs up on the muntings [sic], they describe the winged ‘b‘ cranes, capable of mays [sic]. images are difficult to get to display. physical guyze mays [sic].

peep out your desk.

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if you are able to access this missive it must mean that you are safe. i hope this comes through with some coherence after its translation. but if you are reading this, my technique for encrypting the materials was a success. anyway, i hope this note finds you well. i dont know if you will even remember me. i sent you a photograph of myself. if you can open that file you will probably recognize me. we went to school together. go me a report [sic]. ive sent some presentations for your computer to decode. these are in the comm. e6 that still is able to be transmitted by your PDA. i was sure you had access to those capabilities at the paper. you have no doubt heard of the crises at hand in manhattanville currently. the situation escalates daily. major changes are taking place to people and the city. these physical changes affect the way we live here. you may be able to get some sense of the drama with which manhattanville has transformed. perhaps you will be able to make an accurate report on these events. it might make our plight more visible and we can be helped. i know you are in a position of public presence so i am sure that your email is monitored. uploading documents to a remote scomesport server seem like the best mode of communication. an audience via comm. e6 may be helpful in lieu of conversation. my phone is tapped and satellite links are unreliable from the intermittent blockades placed on datacomm sectors. runners in the art world who saw to it that my hard missives were safe are dead. should i stay out in the open much longer any mail or communications will no doubt cease. there is an ocr machine that can transmit my older diaries -11 [sic] for you. i will encode these ‘00 [sic] again. torture. let my voice be heard.