When I die everything vanishes, never happened, except to others.And someone else will be born, the only ego in a world of others.This won’t be me, but it will feel like a me, that’s how it goes.You will be here again, as you have been here before, discarnate. Pick up a rock that killed a… Continue reading →

In 1999, I conducted an IMLS conservation survey of the collections at the Gold Nugget Museum, deep in the northern Sierras. For a small historical museum, they had a decent collection: Civil War costumes, lots of textiles and ladies hats, Flintlock rifles, newspapers from the 19th century, you know. An old historic property with nice… Continue reading →

Jamaica, 1994, working on a UNESCO project to develop heritage conservation labs for Port Royal and the IOJ. Staying at the venerable Liguanea Club in central Kingston, next to Emancipation Park. Breakfast in the back under the veranda overlooking the gardens, tennis courts in the background. Glass topped white wrought iron tables, white linen napkins…. Continue reading →

Marcel reached for the meta version of art, and inserted ready-made works into view, which captured attention, and shifted the language game. But that observation, that realization, like Heisenberg, constrained his forward momentum: dust gathering on the glass, owned, shattered glass like Pollock, owned, intention as something tangible, owned, but never finished.

So in class we sometimes come across a word in English that needs to get translated to Chinese, like today when I was talking about Chomsky’s idea of illegitimate authority being dismantled (it’s a class on conservation ethics). And when that happens I usually ask people to look it up on their cell phone dictionaries,… Continue reading →