I wish I had remembered to bring my trusty tennis visor. Or…I could turn the chair around! I’m a genius. Hopefully I won’t nod off and drop my computer in this position. It feels like a halo is growing out of my head. It must be my brain getting bigger.

Exit Art has two shows up now: "Love/War/Sex" and "Shelter." I just spent some time at Rebecca Loyche’s three-channel video installation, All’s Fair in Love and War. It brutalized me.

There are three televisions with looping video of a military weapons specialist describing the lethality of whatever weapon he’s wielding at the moment. In the first two videos, he explains that some pistols come with only seven rounds, which is all you really need to get the job done. Some pistols shoot smaller bullets faster, others shoot bigger bullets slower, but what it comes down to is efficiency in using the weapon, blah blah blah. Yes, guns are scary and it’s scary to hear people talk about them so candidly, especially in a home (these bits are filmed in a nice living room), but it doesn’t really hit home.

But then the third video comes up. It’s about knives. His advice: Never bring a weapon out until you intend to use it. And then he tells you how to use it. How to cut open a thigh. How to assure internal bleeding on the arms or hemorrhaging in the lungs. And there’s a baby swing in the background. If I ever fall asleep again, I’m going to have nightmares.