The Spot Project was initiated early in 2004 when Matthew Yake approached the M.O.S.T. seeking solutions: a spot painted on his living room floor was giving him uncomfortable emotions; would the M.O.S.T. do something to help change the situation? The M.O.S.T. readily agreed, and in April 2004 embarked on a series of surveys of the nature of the spot.
After analyzing interviews with Matthew Yake and the data gathered from the surveys, the M.O.S.T. came to the conclusion that the spot was, in actuality, an undiscovered portal to the psychological realm of Mostlandia. Research was begun in order to find appropriate ways of safely integrating the spot/portal into Matthew's life, while ensuring that it did not pose a safety hazard to his living environs. A three-dimensional model of the spot and it's emotional topography was devised, and was painted in colors that had been approved of during the initial tests. The spot itself was also painted in one of these colors, in order to allow it to harmoniously interact with the rest of Matthew's apartment. The model of the spot was hung on a wall diagonally from the spot, acting as something of a "resonating cap", as well as enforcing an aspect of duality that was discovered in Matthew's apartment.
In order to fully integrate the restructured spot/portal, the M.O.S.T. opened the Yake Spot Portal Immigration and Passport office for the night of December 18th, 2004. During the evening, the portal to Mostlandia was brought to life, and over 50 visitors to the Yake Spot Portal filled out their immigration forms and stepped into Mostlandia. In addition to recruiting citizens to Mostlandia, this evening also built new memories for Matthew to associate with the spot/portal, recontextualizing its existence and neutralizing the previous negative emotions emanating from the spot.
Having attained the goal of addressing the situation with the Spot, the M.O.S.T. concluded the Spot Project, and began processing the immigration forms received on the night of the portal's openning.
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| The Spot: Opening and Dedication
In the Spring of 2004, Matthew Yake invited the M.O.S.T. over to his apartment to investigate and evaluate an unruly spot on the floor of his apartment. After many hours of analysis and study, the M.O.S.T. ascertained that the Spot was, in actuality, a half-formed portal to Mostlandia. Work was immediately commenced on the development of the Portal.
Soon, the Yake Spot Portal will glow with life, beckoning all to enter the fantastical realm of Mostlandia. Matthew Yake and the M.O.S.T. would like to invite you to become an official citizen of Mostlandia.
Mostlandia’s Yake Spot Portal Immigration and Passport Office will be open to process your information and welcome you to this new but strangely familiar land. When arriving, be prepared to have your photograph taken, and be ready to fill out the proper immigration forms (forms 42NPRS & 13-A5.1). Also, be sure to dress appropriately for your life as a citizen of Mostlandia. Will you be employed by the Topophilia Sanitational Congress? Be sure to wear overalls! Looking for a rich life as a hermit on Skull Island? Don your finest rucksack tunic, or alluminum foil helmet. Excited by the idea of exploring the dreaded Staticsphere? Make sure to attire yourself in an environmental safesuit, and bring your lucky rabbit’s foot. The possibilities are endless - just don’t let yourself be caught unprepared.
As required by Mostlandian law, the Yake Spot Portal Immigration and Passport Office will confiscate all edibles, comestibles, palatables, alcohol, booze, and hootch brought, so be sure to bring plenty.
Yake Spot Portal Immigration and Passport Office
Address: 3354 SE Belmont St. apt.# 4 (go up wooden stairs in back)
Spot Opening Party: Saturday, December 18th, 8pm - Late
Spot Dedication Ceremony: Saturday, December 18th, 10pm
Spot Open House: Sunday, December 19th, 1-5pm |
The T's Spot measurements.
The T's drawing of Matthew Yake |
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THINGS I HEARD
AND TRIED TO WRITE DOWN AT THE SPOT PARTY
MATTHEW YAKE’S, DEC. 18, 2004.
“Okay, well, this is how you got here…”. (T to Sam, the first official citizen of Mostlandia.)
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“Wow, everything you guys say is backwards”. (S, to T and Sam, from Spot portal)
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“Duwoop wopwop”…(stereo)
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“That’s terrific!” (Sam to Matthew)
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“No worries, relax, this is Mostlandia Informale, the last room you were in was Formal, now it’s time to for you to ask questions…”. (T to some distressed and befuddled looking citizens after completing the immigration procedure.)
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“I feel honored!” (Laura upon entering the spot room, and receiving a welcoming.)
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“The spot container, string structure resembles the shape of a house, there on the floor, see, a hexagon, was that intentional?” (anonymous)
“No, but that’s interesting, hmmm” (T)
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“I like the bear.” (S)
“I think it’s a raccoon.” (T)
“It’s huge, it’s human size.”
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“Why are there people wearing orange?” (Matthew’s nephew started asking questions of his own, complete with clipboard and pen.)
“Because it goes with everything, look.” (T answers nephew, pointing to his clip board and pen.)
“Where’s it at?” (nephew to Matthew.)
“Where’s what at?”
“This!!”
“Mostlandia?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Mostlandia is like Atlantis, it exists, but they don’t know where it is exactly.”
“Oh, did you hear, they finally just found the remains, proof, of the where Atlantis is.” (T to Matthew)
“Oh,..well...Then it’s like Bigfoot, they don’t know where Bigfoot is. (to Nephew)…They don’t know where Bigfoot is yet do they? (to T)
“No.” (T)
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“…it’s a calculus equation, is it forever or eight months, is it practical or logical??…” (Matthew to someone.)
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“I operate the trains in Mostlandia, I’m the conductor…for the train that goes from Mostlandia to Fiji…under the ocean…Been in operation for about 10 years…some oceanographers have been on board for 2 years….and to be honest…they suck at pinochle…” (Train conductor)
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“I’ll have to ask the Dept. of Monday about that.” (T, regarding question why everything’s closed on Monday’s and why not have everything in Mostlandia open on Monday’s and then have Tues. the day everything is closed, kindda like delivering ice cream in the wintertime.)
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“Who are you?” (T to Kate)
“I’m Historical Repetition.”
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“YOU play BASS???” ( Flower to Weed )
“You should play in the Choir.” ( T to Weed.)
“What’s the Choir?”
“Yes, everyone in Mostlandia is required to sing in the Choir, it was on the application, didn’t you see it?, it was in fine print, but it was pretty big for being in fine print…”
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“I think I’m the real estate agent of Mostlandia.” (S)
“I’m interested in living in the East and West and building boats to cross.” (Paul to S interjecting after studying the map.)
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“…my eggs are suspending…” (anonymous)
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“What I want to ask is, what happened to all those that spoke out against the government.” (weed hunter shouting to T over noise of crowd.)
“What are you talking about?”
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“…I just wanted everyone to have a good time, that’s all…” (Matthew during his dedication speech)
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“can I be the LEAST?” (Paul)
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“… the tie pulls it all together…” (anonymous)
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“I’m curious about this peninsula, right here, how come it didn’t show up on the map on the wall?” ( Homeland Security pointing to Spot on floor.)
“ Oh, my, I never noticed that, it must be new.” (T)
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From this point on…notes are nothing but scribbles…and I can’t transcribe scribbles.
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