the anatomix crew gets together online to hash out concepts. a gathering in the Teatrum Anatomicum at de Waag, in central Amsterdam, is streamed out on QuickTime for remote participants and we remote beings talk back via irc.

packing. sifting, shuffling, tottering. readying for the next shift of realities. talking to folks in Germany today, beginning to peg things down for the spring. moving in directions that have the open, unknown elements. along with terrains of the soul.

sweating in a hot bath. memories of Finnish sauna experiences. on the island, Selkä-Sarvi or so. back in October 1998.

Man who is born of woman -- how few and harsh are his days!
Like a flower he blooms and withers; like a shadow he fades in the dark
He falls apart like a wine-skin, like a garment chewed by moths.
And must you take notice of him? Must your call him to account?
Since all his days are determined and the sum of his years is set --
look away; leave him alone; grant him peace, for one moment.
Even if it is cut down, a tree can return to life.
...
But man is cut down forever; he dies, and where is he then?
The lake is drained of its water, the river becomes a ditch,
and man will not rise again while the sky is above the earth.

-- Job, as translated by Stephen Mitchell

more mappings of separation, widening divergences between Europe and the US. the dollar and the euro.