Monday, December 12, 2011

New laundromat.

I've moved.

I don't go to the College Park Suds 'N' Stuff (or whatever) anymore. There's a washer and dryer in my new parking lot.

But it still costs the same amount of money, ugh.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

you're not my neighbor.

I was late for work Friday morning (like every other morning) because I find ways to completely ignore my alarm clock. For all I know, I wake up and turn the damn thing off in my sleep.

Even though it happens every day, it's still fucking annoying.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

U Dun Wanna C: austin's experiment 00:01:18;08

Austin's Coffee was celebrating its new hours last night (now open 24 hours a day!) so I decided I'd ride my bike over and show some support.

I also used the time to work on an experiment I thought of on a whim while sitting there drinking an espresso and Bailey's: random "art."

My process was to take a clip and cut random segments from it, change the duration and speed of the segments, and layer them.

Then I recorded about 10 seconds of audio while sitting at the coffee counter and repeated the process with the audio clip.

After that, I looped it a few times and encoded the video. I didn't watch or listen to anything. The first time I saw it was on Vimeo. And here it is.

U Dun Wanna C: austin's experiment 00:01:18;08 from Zach Lynn on Vimeo.

Is this art? Can this be art without having any intention? Can this be art without having any purpose? Can this be art without having any meaning?

Does it have intention? Does it have purpose? Does it have meaning?

Does anyone truly care? (Me included.)

Saturday, July 31, 2010

twenty-two review

I have a very bad habit of not finishing books. Either I'm too lazy, too bored, or just run out of time. (Mostly too lazy.) I've taken a book with me to the laundromat every time I've gone, and, guess what? I haven't finished any of them.

In fact, I take a new one each time.

So let's make this premature cycle of books worthwhile and start a 22 page book review!

I'll read the first 22 pages of a book and then offer a short review.

I never finish a book.

WHY 22 pages:
"22 Review" rhymes.

The inaugural novel is The Scapegoat by Daphne du Marier (1957).

The edition I'm reading doesn't have a snappy cover like this.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

commando at work.

I haven't done my laundry in a long while. In fact, disgusting as it is, I wore the same pair of underwear two different days.

I know, I know.

I realized that was pretty despicable (me) -- is that movie any good? -- so the next day at work I went commando. It's a very weird feeling to know that you are freeballing in front of your boss.

Yep. Exactly like that.

Monday, July 12, 2010

accidental photography.

So I was taking photos for a project at work and as I was walking away I accidentally click the shutter button. I got this picture.

Are those alien legs? What the hell.

Accidental photography should probably be a new genre of art.

Thank you for reading the most pointless post ever.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

lovely, lovely quarters!

Quarters are the lifeforce of the laundromat. If you don't have quarters, you don't have clean clothes.

I've always loved quarters. Before I had to do my own laundry (and way before I had to stoop low enough to do it at a coin-op), quarters had one--vastly superior--role: video game tokens.

If you were like me, you couldn't get enough of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles arcade game, or The Simpsons bash-em-up. Actually, I finally beat that damn game not too long ago. That game was almost solely responsible for my (read: my mom's) diminishing quarters.

I know, Bart. I keep fucking losing. Shut up.