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So, last week was art week on campus, which means shit to people that aren't stalking Facebook pages and uni websites, like I am. Not too sure what was going on for the majority of the week, but my interest was vested in Wednesday's activities. There was a 'badge-making' booth in the library building, which I obviously went to, and obviously made two quite offensive and awkward buttons… to be worn for the rest of that day. Whilst wandering I also encountered a man who was selling books that he had been publishing on his own. By books, I mean they're the cardboard outside of books that he's found, filled with a massive sheet of paper he's printed some bizarre 'poem' on, and then hand letterpressed a title. I bought three of them - one was a geek prayer, one a recounting of bizarre diets, and the last about hydrosliding whilst on LSD. good reads.

Wednesday night was an art crawl, called White Night. As a huge fan of First Friday, I had to go. Liam, Cmac and I went gallery to gallery, sometimes enjoying free drinks, sometimes entertaining bizarre company, but pretty consistently enjoying the evening's artistic offerings. The Dunedin Public Art Gallery and Blue Oyster were my favorite with their eclectic collections. We also had a delicious japanese dinner, complete with Sapporo and Sake, somehow [thank you again] sponsored by Cmac. 

One gallery we were in had many pictures, printed and taken by the man who ran the gallery. We got into a good chat about the unsuspecting subject in the picture, and whether or not he would ever know his being hung up in a Dunedin art gallery. 

Another had a lot of things that looked breakable. not my thang.

One had these weird jellyfish like tentacles hanging off of the wall that moved around slowly and creepily. This was the place that also served white russians out of a weird tupperware container. Good, but something…

The Dunedin Art Gallery had a weird room that played with the idea of negative space by having paintings that had fallen off the wall. They also had another exhibit that used sound to create visuals, which we probably could've sat in for at least an hour longer. Another thing that struck my fancy was this room that had projectors on all the walls each showing the same thing from a different view point.

Another was closed, even though the pamphlet said it'd be open. A creepy staircase later, and many doorbell rings on top, we left them alone. 

That is all. 

Oh, and there was a phone booth. Requisite tourist photo taken. It was shaped like an octagon, and we were in the octagon. had to happen.