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Dear George - You are on the Mail Art money, my friend! Hello from Classwar Karaoke / Dov / actually Anthony these days and in actual birth certified fact... Long time no read. You might like to know a small context-setting item of news first-off. Here it is: I sit in my kind of home office. Laptop. Musical instruments. Hifi. Media. Files. Books. On the walls I have, over time, put up a type of wall-covering collage, of postcards, pictures, cuttings, posters, drawings, artworks, & c. Included are several items of Mail Art ephemera; plus some pictures of Mail Artists I have known. You, my friend, are amongst the latter group. You stand before some kind of shoreline-situated industrial facility, holding up something in one hand, looking serious. I remember you well; remember your ctheory and theory-charged written expanses, included, I seem to recall, in some of the exhibitions I staged of Mail Artworks. Something of a lifetime ago by now... I got the effing PhD, in 2002. It was a kind of rite of passage to be sure, and I got to the crux of myself in some needed sense. So, it was a big thing in my life. It gave me confidence and, moreover, ousted some ghosts hauting the dark corners of my intellect. The working-class lad from St. Helens did good; went beyond himself, or at least beyond what the powers that think they be had set out for his type. I got the PhD, but not the 'tenure', as you call it. Something fatal in me drags me - happily in one sense, but it is an annoyance as well - away from the kind of careerist completion so natural to others. I do kick myself. Of course I do. But, what can I say?! I am happier now than I have ever been in my entire life. I am fulfilled and I am satisfied; and life is sexy and adventurous, too; which it never was during the Mail Art days. I could do a PhD now; I have too many other things to do! I haven't got the necessary solitude! And I am happy with that; partly, though, because I did get the PhD. It worked best on improving my soul, rather than my job prospects. I live with my wife-to-be, Annie, and her two kids. We initially moved to Warrington, in the North West, but moved, last May, to Northampton, just north of London. I'm a musician and house-husband these days. I split my time between artworking in some sense and doing the domestic thing. Perfect for me, actually. I'm currently involved with several other musicians, in a fledgling project. Got a few things coming up - radio, gigs. Pretty new, though; only met them before xmas. Happy crowd, however, with energy and friendliness. Internet is how I found them. Internet is big development for me as an artist. I didn't have it during Mail Art days. Now can't function without it! As to my artworking, check out http://murmurists.blogspot.com for images, rants, cut-up emails, and the like. It's my new outlet for sure. How did you find me please? SEveral others have, either by Wickipedia (I think it is) or via the blog. Quite interesting! That's my potted news. How the devil are you, mate? Best wishes, Anthony----- Original Message -----From: G To: a.donovan7@ntlworld.com Sent: Tuesday, February 07, 2006 12:06 AM Subject: Classwar Karaoke ? Hey Doc ! It's George Fogarasi -- you wrote to me in Singapore. I am now in the unenviable position of being the same old underachiever with two kids! Heh heh. The problem is capitalism, not the magical kids, of course. Back in the sometimes frozen fizz of Canada... Gimme a zap if this makes any sense to you. Cheers man *oh, here is the apogee of my academic career-- I bailed out on the PhD... have this love-hate thing with theory and got sick of people trumping their oppressions on the merry road to tenure... http://www.ctheory.net/articles.aspx?id=98 No virus found in this incoming message.Checked by AVG Free Edition.Version: 7.1.375 / Virus Database: 267.15.2/252 - Release Date: 06/02/2006