by Neil Balan I am always-already guilty: when I communicate, I tend toward communicating – often unapologetically – with myself. I have a tendency to be the one most impressed with my own words; I use words that I are pleasurable to my ear, that are bundled up with my desires, words that I want [...]
Or: It’s a Question of Vectors. by Neil Balan Here, with the slightest hint of cold (9 degrees?), the simultaneous and mass deployment of gear and ornaments that intersect in a fashion-pragmatism-use assembly is overwhelming me. Folks have busted out whole alternate sets of clothing configurations to address the aesthetic demands of weather in productive [...]
From Neil Balan. The Saturday edition from September 10 displayed a near full page photo of the results of events at Beslan in southern Russia; this Saturday’s edition, October 2, offered a chain of letters both supporting and chastizing the lead page image from Friday of a young boy, dead in his father’s arms in [...]
By Heather Neville, Neil Balan, Christian Allan Bertelsen. This is a culmination and an accumulation. Mostly, it is a conversation, a shared attempt at agreement and consent. It serves as a map, but it also serves as a mark for the terminal event of a collaborative generation and production. It is a text and we [...]
By Neil Balan. Some friends of my wife were attempting to gain entry to Canada from Turkey. Recently married, she was a Canadian citizen lacking resident status; he was a Turkish university graduate and residence don at the private school where she had been teaching. Their efforts to penetrate the bureaucratic and highly politicized post [...]
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