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I”™m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there”™s a pair of us ”” don”™t tell!
They”™d banish us, you know.
About one year ago I participated in an interview with a journalist in Alaska. As a personal metric, I found myself skimming the work this week. Oh really it feels like years have passed since I began talking about Artemis publically, but it has all been very recent: Even my first video appearance about the project (CU@USC) was one year ago. (And that one feels ages old.) The writer of the afore mentioned interview; well, her site is now private. Originally I pointed to her instead of also publishing the dialogue here. That”™s all fine and good and of no consequence to me. When I visited the interview last week, however, I happened to grab the final question and answer...
Theresa: Somewhere on your website you delve into a list of your favorites as long as the dead sea scrolls, including such items as acoustic covers and hardwood floors, knee high socks and long sleeve tees. If you truly had to pick one FAVORITE thing in the world, not a person or a website or a philosophy or a place, but a thing, what would it be?
Jess: Simple instruments of fate. The musician has her guitar; the graffiti artist, her can of spray paint; the fencer, her sabre”¦ The less you require in order to practice your craft, the easier the walk. I am at the point where I want to throw everything I own away.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
*Italics are from 'I'm Nobody! Who Are You?' by Emily Dickinson
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