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...performance consisted of Chu and another graduate student, Gabriella Gruder-Poni, literally having an IM conversation—only one that was shown on a giant screen and in front of an audience. Before the instant-messaging could begin, however, a lot of spoken words had to be thrown around—Chu first gave a crash course in messaging to IM newbie Gabriella Gruder-Poni. Amidst audience protests that “this is against the rules,” Chu vocally prompted Gruder-Poni to “press send.” Finally signed on to AOL?...
Rapid typing on the part of Chu, whose blown-up screen allowed the audience to follow every deleted word, was interspersed with the occasional reply or comment from Gruder-Poni. The red of “DialogueSYJChu” definitely out-performed the blue of “Dialogue GGPoni” on the electoral map of the IM screen. Though Chu had posited the possibility of “instant-messaging as a medium of intellectual exchange” and an audience member had called it “a good way to brainstorm,” Gruder-Poni?...
...Bambridge work gang is no ordinary group of hardhats. Explains Poni Baptiste, 28, a black sculptor from nearby Harlem: "For those of us in the valley, the cathedral was the castle on the hill. I saw my friends killed by overdoses and by the cops. I wanted to be involved in social art. I love coming here. I can't leave any stone unresolved." Like medieval apprentices, Poni's fellow workers range in age from 20 to 35. Most came from the ghetto and have some interest in art. A few gave up good jobs to join...
...August at the Hotel Ozone is a shattering splice of life after the third World War. No one is left alive except eight young women and one old one (Beta Poničanová), who wander like nomads over the sere landscape. The nubile girls have never seen a man; their leader can scarcely remember what one looks like. Equipped with some of the trappings of the defunct civilization-tin cans, rifles, combat boots-they live like savages, telling the years by counting the rings of a tree trunk, hunting by blasting fish out of the river water with grenades...
...childhood. Her charges pack up to resume their wandering, and try to take the Gramophone with them. When the old man protests, they gun him down like an animal and resume their aimless journey. Director Jan Schmidt has given Ozone the spare style of a Kafka fable, abetted by Poničanová's tragic portrait of a woman who seems to be lifted directly from a Kollwitz engraving...