Am I too pessimistic about life a hundred years from now? Maybe I have spent too much time with scientists and not enough time with speechwriters for politicians. For all I know, even bag ladies and bag gentlemen will have their own personal helicopters or rocket belts in A.D. 2088. Nobody will have to leave home to go to work or school, or even stop watching television. Everybody will sit around all day punching the keys of computer terminals connected to everything there is, and sip orange drink through straws like the astronauts.
Catherine Wheel - “I Want To Touch You” (1991/92)
Why isn’t there a Tumblr dedicated to 90s music videos where there is a dark room like a concrete bunker or dirty basement or dungeon cell and there’s a single light bulb swinging on a cord splashing shadows all over some singer who fades into and out of darkness and who’s lip syncing and who probably pretends to sing into the light bulb like it’s a microphone?
And why can’t I even find a list of these videos?
And why am I even thinking about this?
And why can’t I stop?
In 2005, the photographer Richard Barnes travelled to the southern outskirts of Rome, where he was mesmerized by the dynamic and coördinated displays of the region’s starling flocks, known as murmurations. Take a look at photos from Barnes’s series “Murmur,” now on view at the Foley Gallery, in New York: http://nyr.kr/1ejft1x
Above: “Murmur 01,” 2005.
The first time I saw starling murmurations was in Rome in 2003. The locals hated the birds, absolutely hated them, for the massive quantities of birdshit they deposited everywhere, but we sat up high and watched swirling clouds of birds as the sun set and thought it was lovely.