Bring me your tired, your poor, your broken VCR’s.
A laying on of hands, healing twisted cables, the clocks
that won’t stop flashing …
Nancy Paterson, VCR Story, TCR 250, 2007.
At home I used to have a very intelligent VCR with near-perfect voice recognition and knowledge or me. I could ask it to record programs by name […]
May
9
Bring me your tired, your poor, your broken VCR’s
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May
8
artificial unintelligence
Category: EXCERPTS, Kevin Magee, Nancy Paterson, QUOTATIONS | Leave a Comment
“There was a flipping sound every thirty seconds from the vcr as it was continually trying to eject a videocassette which was not, in fact, in the machine. Through some glitch of artificial unintelligence the malfunctioning vcr kept trying to eject nothing for days. The tuner part of the unit was working fine so it […]
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7
VCR Story
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There was a flipping sound every thirty seconds from the vcr as it was continually
trying to eject a videocassette which was not, in fact, in the machine. Through some glitch
of artificial unintelligence the malfunctioning vcr kept trying
to eject nothing for days. The tuner part of the unit was working fine
so it remained in place, trying […]
May
6
Nancy Paterson
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Nancy Paterson is a Toronto-based electronic media artist working primarily in the field of interactive installations. Currently an Associate Professor at the Ontario College of Art & Design she is also Facilities Coordinator at Charles Street Video, an artists media access centre in Toronto. Patterson has developed a course, “Creativity and New Media,” in which […]
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7
negotiations (agreements)
Category: DEFINITIONS, EXCERPTS, Kevin Magee, Nancy Paterson, POETRY, QUOTATIONS | 1 Comment
“‘the artist’s culture … cross circuited’”
“spill of speech (which chaotically can influence the real, material, environment) with its appearance of free labor,”
“a double-writing in which the boundary creates an imaginary and inchoate presence that will turn out to be the self, parceled out within the wall, dismembered, with the memory of a totality that comes […]








