The Dada to data publication features a short version of the following essay. A stranger like Dada / Weird like quaint collage ¯\_( ͡ ఠ ʘᴥ ⊙ಥ‶ ʔ) ノ /̵͇̿̿/̿ ̿ ̿ ☞ “Your work is so Dada, its just weird…” Even though the sentence was uttered playfully and with no foul intentions, it hit me. It sounded dismissive; in my ears, my friend just admitted disinterest. Calling something “weird” suggests withdrawal. The adjective forecloses a sense of urgency and classifies the work as a shallow event: the work is funny and quirky, slightly odd and soon becomes background noise, ’nuff said. I tried to ignore the one word review, but I will never forget when it was said, or where we were standing. I wish I had responded: “I think we already know too much to make art that is weird .” But I unfortunately, I kept quiet. In his book Noise, Water, Meat (1999) , Douglas Kahn writes: “We already know too much for noise to exist.” A good 15 years after Kahns writing, we have entered a time do...