Google will shutdown Google Reader on July 1st.

This is terrible.

Not because I’m a heavy gReader user. I’ll have to move my subscriptions over to some alternative feed reader (like the appropriately-named The Old Reader) and import all my favourites to my Pinboard account, but that’s easy and not much of a problem.

This is terrible because this is the final nail in RSS’s coffin. Without a popular and efficient feed reader, those small personal blogs that made the Web great will struggle even more to find audiences. Blogging is dying, replaced by the efficient ‘sharing’ of Facebook and Twitter. RSS would have been the federated open alternative, but syndication is contrary to walled gardens.

It seems we came full circle. With the demise of Google Reader, it seems having a small online presence on the Web outside of Facebook or Tumblr or Twitter is again the province of hackers and nerds…

IAE has a distinctive lexicon: aporia, radically, space, proposition, biopolitical, tension, transversal, autonomy. An artist’s work inevitably interrogates, questions, encodes, transforms, subverts, imbricates, displaces—though often it doesn’t do these things so much as it serves to, functions to, or seems to (or might seem to) do these things. IAE rebukes English for its lack of nouns: Visual becomes visuality, global becomes globality, potential becomes potentiality, experience becomes … experiencability.

On International Art English, by Alix Rule and David Levine. (via The Null Device)

I am truly sick of reading or watching stuff made by wannabe sophisticates acting as if they invented the wheel, when in fact are just repackaging and reframing stuff made not much long ago by a not-dissimilar sort of people. The materialization of abstract concepts is to be expected then, as plagiarized works are to be seen as new by the inclusion of these invisible new raw materials. In this context, Art English is just a tiresome, predictable symptom of the fact that art the ‘creative industries’ are all just about posing an attitude and about packaging irrelevancies in a way that conveys a feeling of being a (take your pick:) sophisticated / interesting / mysterious / fabulous person, and not about making art at all, not about communication at all, not about sharing and empathizing with other humans at all.

Not even about just showing something cool.

I feel more and more that, in the same way as all professional sports tend to become like Wrestling, so does Contemporary Art constantly tends to become Advertising (of itself and of the artist) and a sad affirmation of exclusivity. Not that this is, mind you, a new critique, people have been making the same sort of point since before Pop Art opened the floodgates of artistic capitalism. And therein, perhaps, lies the root problem. Just say no!