Introducing The Wishing Space Project

We all have wishes – big and small, be it things we’d like to own, people we’d like to meet, things we would’ve done differently, hope for global change, desire for the perfect mate, or simply a cold soda on a hot day.

This project is dedicated to you and your wishes. Simply COMMENT TO THIS POST answering the following questions:

1) State your name (first name only is fine)

2) Where you’re from

3) And what you wish for!

My plan is to broadcast your wishes into outer space. Once there are a few hundred, I would make a recording of me readig them all. For example, Josh from Bakersfield, California wishes he had a 2000 foot slip and slide going from his home to his school. Nancy from Cleveland, Ohio wishes for President Bush to fall in a gigantic hole and never come out. Bob from Portland, Oregon wishes he’d never given up on his high school sweetheart. And on, and on.

I would then give the recording to SETI (Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence) who would broadcast the recording into the furthest reaches of space.

I have contacted SETI to ask if they would broadcast all of your wishes into space. Hopefully, I’ll know in the next few days. Cross your fingers and if you’d like to tell them what an amazing project this is, please e-mail them at pio@seti.org.

If SETI doesn’t come through, there is hope, I'll just go to The Grove here in LA and read all your wishes through amegaphone (which I might do even if SETI does come through). 

I really don't know what this image is, but it seems like the perfect "wishes in space" gif

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Hi (Neil Young)

The Short: I spelled "Hi" on the side of a hill using white plastic lawn chairs. Neil Young is next door and I'm hoping he'll see it and come over!

The Long: I've accepted a month-long artist-in-residence program in the sticks. The location is strategically positioned in the middle of nowhere on Dr. Carl Djerassi's ranch.  I am one of eight artists here and it feels like I'm on reality television. I find myself constantly looking for hidden cameras.

If this were a reality show, here’s how I’d pitch it:

Camp Djerassi

Thirty days… eight artists… desolate ranch.

What will happen?  Will Cupid find a victim? Will the sculptor be
medivaced out due to a chop-saw blunder? Will food allergies get
the best of the sensitive writer?  Will the painter lose her brushes in a poker game?  Will someone kill the custodians?

Tune into Artist Reality Television (ART) Every Thursday at 7:00pm.

In real reality, Dr. Djerassi is responsible for inventing the birth control pill and is very, very rich as a result. So rich he can pay for all us slacker artists to be out here for a month.

Communication with the rest of the world is pretty limited up here. As a "media artist"; I'm equipped with a dial-up connection and a pay phone. The only other contact with the outside world is through a consumer telescope, which gives me a perfect view of Neil Young's living room. 

I tried going over to his place to say hello, but the walls were too high and the guards wouldn’t let me pass.  Now I’m forced to say “hey, I’m new in town, come over for some coffee sometime” in a different way. So, I arranged 50 white plastic lawn chairs on the side of a hill that faced Neil’s property to spell out the word “Hi”.  It’s like a more updated version of the smoke signal. 

Neil hasn’t responded, but I’m keeping an eye out. Maybe he’ll tell me something, entirely spelled out in old LPs on one of his hills. 

Oh well, Neil is probably really boring anyhow.

(from the ineedtostopsoon.com archives)

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