A highlight of the 2016 Festival of Live Art:

Blurring documentary with fantastical fiction, Vanitas is a smartphone procedural thriller told through the secret language of flowers.

The app: iTunes

The Facebook: Event page

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How to accidentally start an ARG…

“Christian Marcus is in over his head, and I can tell he’s loving it. Hopefully it won’t kill him.

Marcus, a scenic designer by trade who is the wizard behind some of the most beautiful bars in LA (No Vacancy, Butchers and Barbers, Pour Vous), and his fiancé Erika Diehl have found themselves at the center of a web of lies and deceit that is being teased apart by a couple of thousand people around the world.

That is, they’ve started an Alternate Reality Game, of sorts. Partially by accident.”

via Murder! Mystery! And A Wedding! Finding ‘The Lost Tears’ or ‘The Accidental ARG’.


A Romantic Weekend for Two: Solving a Crime – The New York Times

I’d like a job that consisted purely of travelling around the world and participating in these kinds of events. Does it exist? “Professional Audiencing” perhaps?

‘Amenities include a convertible, a night’s stay at a cozy seaside hotel and a tablet for communicating with “suspects” and keeping track of clues; certain details — the driving playlist, the contents of a picnic lunch — are customized according to a pre-trip questionnaire.’

via A Romantic Weekend for Two: Solving a Crime – The New York Times.

The Unanswered Question

I was about a quarter of the way into The Peripheral (William Gibson 2014) when it hit me that there was a lot more going on than I had realised; in both the novel and the “world” of the novel.

Up to that point I’d noted a few nouns here and there that I didn’t recognise (and which the Kindle’s look-up features didn’t help me identify) but I’d been happy to let them remain loose. To assume, I suppose, that it was their “colour” and not their specific meaning that mattered. I’d had a similar moment reading The Seed Collectors (Scarlett Thomas 2015) recently where I’d enjoyed reading the flow and feel of the words (as narrated by a non-human character) rather than needing to lock-down their specific meaning.

But, at around the 1/4 point it became clear that what I needed to know (and what I could know) was going to expand. In a big way. It was unexpected and tremendously enjoyable and I’m not sure I recall feeling that exact thing while reading a novel before. I was already enjoying it and then it got so. much. better.

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