Ok I can’t find my projector power cord. My “pocket” projector that I ordered off amazon.
It’s the cheapest, weakest knock off plastic calculator of a mini projector ever but it’s priceless right now.
Performance tomorrow. This is what I got this portable doohickey – but I put off looking for the cord until today because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to find it.
So I planned and gathered all other materials. Lights, attire, media, papers and people with a plan. The projector was sitting right in front of me – I just *assumed* the projector power cord was close by.
Gah. I spent four hours rumaging for it. House is under renovations because it’s a shitty house because I’m an artist who works in intervention performance art with multi-media components like a cheap hand held projector and things I bought at a dollar store.
Dust, Mystery cords that don’t fit. pulling papers and a flashlight in the attic full of pre-renovation stuff like the cord for this projector.
(Also pressing present pressure of having to finish reading 50 fucking pages of Nietzsche’s Use/Abuse of History for one my courses. How did it come to this?)
There is no one here I can enlist to for manual search help. Shoulders and temper both tweaked so I stop.
Research immediate replacements; closest is via kajiji at some guy’s house two hours through Toronto. I would have to rush out at 5pm, through the GTA, and buy this second hand and more expensive version. Then I would have to drive back into Hamilton and prepare everything.
The seller informed me it was already sold.
Why don’t the big box stores carry them? Some do but they are high end.
I see “universal adapters” for sale at these places, but my device
may be is probably propriety in it’s size.
I have to keep turning my system on and off to re-install drivers. The newest ones from the video card manufacturer’s site is literally crashing my system when I try to install that.
I need my system to edit the video footage central to the media element of this work.
Ok. I am now considering not doing the performance. I read the last 50 pages of Nietzsche’s epic 18th century blog post.
Feeling refreshed several hours later, I decide to install some special viewer software on my PC for another class assignment so I can interact with a special virtual world project. This will be a significant studio experience throughout my program.
It won’t install because my of my video card and window 8 and yadda yadda.
I might replace the projector element with another iphone and the same media element. To establish a logical relationship between the symbols and behaviour within the work.
I’ve re-downloaded various drivers and even another version of the software. I think I may actually need to get a new system if I don’t want to live in the program’s computer lab. There is going to be some epic virtual studio work and collaborations happening with this platform.
But not on my four year old computer.
Or a mirror. Maybe actually just a mirror instead of projection, but not clear to everyone around perhaps.
Upgrading to a new system right now is a terrible time and resource wise. My shit is packed or piled and there’s dust and damp smell everywhere here. We used to have a Mac which would of run this thing but it got stolen a few months ago.
But then again, the indifference in public is part of the performance practice, so that still works.
Knock on the door. Basement guy appointment I made three weeks ago. Ok.
One hour later I am alone and again feeling better about my performance work re-jig. I was also already going to have a camera recording of my POV, so it’s the media is the frame of this work, the performance is the content. I also remembered I was going to run the video through google’s face-blurring software so I’m excited again. The final cut might look on this thing.
We have to get another computer – we’re both working more than full time hours. I have to buy a mac so I can keep hitting the ground running, or something like that.
And it’s going to hurt because this whole production is way over budget already and hasn’t made a cent. My pride is about be cannibalized by my avarice for monumental art.
I’ll keep the audio raw though, as usual. People say the darnedest things when the consultant walks by, chasing after his own reflection.
I really wish I just found the stupid cord.
I hope I find the cord. There’s no equivalent in the school’s A/V inventory.
It’s 2 a.m. now and I’m no farther ahead except for fifty pages. They were actually a really great 50 pages though.
Got to be at a paying gig at 9am.
I have to attach two iphones to the wire frame of a catcher’s mask tomorrow after work. I plan to use string and need to remember to clear media memory on it.
I hope this works.
Everything is equal weight right now and it’s all on my shoulders.
When I get my shoulder’s fixed, I am going to throw out half of the crap in the basement and attic.
And I’m going to do a performance with the portable projector cause that fucking cord is here somewhere.