Merge branch 'master' of https://git.xpub.nl/XPUB/gradshow24

ada/index.html

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     </nav>
 <div id="content"><h1 id="backplaces">Backplaces</h1>
-<p>adadesign.nl/backplaces<br />
+<h2 id="ada-2024">ada, 2024</h2>
+
+<p><a href="../backplaces">project website</a><br />
 </p>
 <p>Hi.<br />
 I made this play for you. It is a question, for us to hold together.</p>
@@ -134,7 +136,7 @@ intimacy and of bodies. The way it always is. Thankfully.<br />
 </p>
 <figure>
 <img src="biscuit.png"
-alt="Accept My Cookies, biscuits and bows for the performance." />
+alt="Accept My Cookies, biscuits for the performance." />
 <figcaption aria-hidden="true">Accept My Cookies, biscuits and bows for
 the performance.</figcaption>
 </figure>

ada/index.md

@@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ author: Ada
 
 # Backplaces
 
-adadesign.nl/backplaces\
+vulnerable-interfaces.xpub.nl/backplaces
 
 
 Hi.\
@@ -40,4 +40,4 @@ Now the stories are here, each of them a cake with a filling that tells a story,
 The play ends as all plays do. The curtains close, the website stays but the stories will never sound the same. For the final act, I give you the stories. It's one last game, one last joke to ask my question again. Digital intimacies about the digital, our bodies and the cakes we eat. For the last act, I ask you to eat digital stories. To eat a comment, to eat a digital intimacy. Sharing an act of physical intimacy with yourself and with me, by eating sweets together. Sweets about digital intimacies that never had a body.
 There is no moral, no bow to wrap the story in. A great big mess of transcendence into the digital, of intimacy and of bodies. The way it always is. Thankfully.\
 
-![Accept My Cookies, biscuits and bows for the performance.](biscuit.png)
+![Accept My Cookies, biscuits for the performance.](biscuit.png)

backplaces/js/script.js

@@ -21,7 +21,7 @@ function openLetter() {
   $('#letterContents').html(`
     <p>
     Hi. 
-    I made this play for you, posing a question for us to explore together.Is all intimacy about bodies? What makes intimacy? What happens when our bodies distance intimacy from us? This anthology of poems and short stories explores these questions—having a body without intimacy and intimacy without a body. This project honors those who have shared their vulnerability and emotions online, creating "backplaces"—tender online spaces for relief, ease, and transcendence from societal pain.
+    I made this play for you, posing a question for us to explore together. Is all intimacy about bodies? What makes intimacy? What happens when our bodies distance intimacy from us? This anthology of poems and short stories explores these questions—having a body without intimacy and intimacy without a body. This project honors those who have shared their vulnerability and emotions online, creating "backplaces"—tender online spaces for relief, ease, and transcendence from societal pain.
     <br><br>
     I created three backplaces for you: Solar Sibling, Hermit Fantasy, and Cake Intimacies. Each represents a unique performance or project. Some stories may evoke memories of pain. As you sit in the audience, know I am with you, holding your hand through each scene. If it feels overwhelming, you can step out, take a break, or leave. This isn't choreographed, and I care deeply for you.
     <br><br>

backplaces/pie/pie.html

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         <div class="content-item">
             <img src="../photos/volvo.png" alt="Image 1">
             <p>
-                My mom makes these really soft and cakey that I love. Once, when I was a kid, I brought them to Sunday School to share. Nobody understood them. They said they were too strange and cakey. After school, I found one on the ground, crushed under a car, tyre marks etched into it. From then on, my family started calling them “Volvo&nbsp;cookies”.</p>
+                My mom makes these really soft and cakey cookies that I love. Once, when I was a kid, I brought them to Sunday School to share. Nobody understood them. They said they were too strange and cakey. After school, I found one on the ground, crushed under a car, tyre marks etched into it. From then on, my family started calling them “Volvo&nbsp;cookies”.</p>
         </div>
         <div class="content-item">
             <img src="../photos/ipod.png" alt="Image 2">

backplaces/sunrise/sunrise.js

@@ -72,7 +72,7 @@ function openLetter() {
     $('#letterContents').html(` <p id = "letterContents">
     Hi. I made you this website. 
     <br><br>
-    It’s called Solar Sibilingand and it's an homage to the Tumblr practice of web weaving, where collages of media excerpts are curated around a common theme. This project reimagines that by transforming user comments from TikTok videos about sibling relationships into poems. These poems capture a collective sense of despair and comfort in shared experiences. "Solar Sibling" celebrates the vulnerabilities nurtured in online communities and invites anonymous contributions reflecting the complexities of sibling relationships.
+    It’s called Solar Sibiling and and it's an homage to the Tumblr practice of web weaving, where collages of media excerpts are curated around a common theme. This project reimagines that by transforming user comments from TikTok videos about sibling relationships into poems. These poems capture a collective sense of despair and comfort in shared experiences. "Solar Sibling" celebrates the vulnerabilities nurtured in online communities and invites anonymous contributions reflecting the complexities of sibling relationships.
     <br><br>
     ada`)
     $('.letterBox').toggle()