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{ Friday, September 5, 2003 }

Douglas Coupland always amuses me.

Sometimes I’ll start collecting something and I don’t even know why I am collecting it but I have to. I collected about fifty high school yearbooks from 1980 to 2000. This is before I began work on Hey Nostradamus! Everyone is saying to me, ‘Are you fucking nuts?’ But then I got a phone call from the French government where they have this program where they have French artists do interdisciplinary projects and this guy Pierre Huyghe (even the French aren’t sure how to pronounce it) said I have been important to his work. He came over, and the French find high school a very exotic concept. Cheerleaders to them are like Corrines at the Moulin Rouge would be to us. So we ended up with 47 of these books. We pull out the Exacto, scissors, tape, and found images that had some kind of resonance to them and all we knew was that the images had a power to them, a potency. And then we put together subjective categories – not jocks, nerds – and all these hidden structures emerged. For example, almost every yearbook has a shot where the third best-looking girl in the school is kind of looking around frightened, like a Cindy Sherman photo. And it was so universal. Then we realized there is one nerd in the camera club and then you put them all together and you have this gallery of fear. And then every yearbook has at least one or two people asleep at their desk. But if you assemble them together it seems like a biohazard or bioterror. And there is this is the other category with the biology teacher holding the skeleton.

LINK | 12:36 PM | TB

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  { COMMENTS }

I am a Japanese student who is going to study at the university in Canada from next Spring.
Now, I am writing the essay about the differences between Canadian and US house.
Thanks to the advice from the Canadian teacher close to me, I could meet the site.

I could not, however, find enough information about my study. So, I decided to send you this e-mail.
I would like to know the clear difference between Canadian and US houses.
I have already known whether a house in Canada has a basement, and whether a house in US has a larger porch than that in Canada.

If you can find any, please mail me as soon as possible.
I must write the essay by next Monday.
I should be grateful if you would reply me within tonight.

I am very sorry for my rudeness.

Yuki Fujikawa

Yuki Fujikawa | September 6, 2003 6:42 AM

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HI Yuki!

It may be that you are having trouble finding info about the difference between the two kinds of houses because there isn't very much difference between the two. Houses in the north of the U.S. are more or less the same -- at least to the casual observer.

If your teacher wants you to research historial types of housing, then I guess there would be a difference between, say, an igloo in Canada and an adobe house in the Southwest part of the U.S. But modern housing appears -- to non-housing experts -- more or less the same.

Hope this helps.

Caterina Fake | September 6, 2003 11:43 AM

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An imagined image of dozens of third best good-looking girls looking scared is going to stay with me. Do the yearbooks define the third-best-good-looking-girl, btw, or did you?

Jill | September 6, 2003 12:38 PM

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