| On the Locality |
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"By listening to the language of his locality the poet learns his craft. It is his function to lift, by the use of his imagination . . . his environment to the sphere . . . where they will have a new currency."
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| The Thin Red Line (1998), Terrence Malick |
[14 May 2008|05:29pm] |
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| Undoing Gender |
[14 May 2008|03:34pm] |
Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel. And so when we speak about my sexuality or my gender, as we do (and as we must), we mean something complicated by it. Neither of these is precisely a possession, but both are to be understood as modes of being dispossessed, ways of being for another, or, indeed, by virtue of another.
- Judith Butler, Undoing Gender.
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| One of the photos that did not make it to the Times |
[14 May 2008|03:31pm] |
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Photo by Robert Wright of the NY Times
http://www.robertwrightphoto.com
Yes there are more and I will post them.
Robert is a good egg for sending them to me I will buy him food now.
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[14 May 2008|08:08pm] |
 PRETENTIOUS, MOI?
DEMO 2008
Own
Tim Chandler promises on his myspace page that he is, “currently shambling towards an album release, with all the slow and dreadful inevitability of a zombie movie" and if this genuinely is a demo, implying what follows will be somehow improved you’re in for something special. A curious project, PM started while he was in Sins Of The Flesh, but before joining Manuskript. Not one to rush, then.
With a pretty twinkling dance cortex ‘Witchhouse’ also wraps your comfortable ears in wordy Goth imagery, the nicely tapering vocals actually providing in their delivery the form of emphasis a guitar might normally provide, that instrument playing backup here. It’s an opening that offers a lustrous welcome, and the willowy ‘Living Dead And Undecided’ is more fluid Gawf prattling on in a beguiling fashion, old school cheek-by-jowl with academy modernity. No, I know that doesn’t make sense. ‘Haunting’ is all alluring gentrified guitar and burnished vocals hint at inevitable regrets in its cushioned misery.
‘Malina’ is a different beast. Disdainfully slaughtering all prisoners, it takes no time in stalking off angrily, gruffer with hot guitar embers chasing the vocals down ominous round-walled tunnels, catchy and fetid. ‘Now And Again’ is something more orderly, a bit workmanlike, like Star Industry, only coming alive in the svelte chorus. ‘Chase Is On’ is a thoughtful, mild mood piece, with the refined, sonorous ‘Astrid’ slowly expanding to a light, fluffiness and then, whipping the atmosphere around again, ‘Sense In Segments’ brings us full circle to a flouncy electro-dancey sweetness and cheeky verbal accusations that creates another vibrant chorus, although it cuts off arbitrarily.
Excellent stuff.
http://www.myspace.com/pretentiousmoi1
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[14 May 2008|02:05pm] |
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Man, living at home blows.
Trying desperately to get this internship with a graphic design company, even though I hate graphic design, because these places are all "O HAY, ILLUSTRATOR? WE LOVE ILLUSTRAYTORRRZ it's so cute how you're trying to be all freelance, awww," and then never call you back.
Shit is rough, yo.
Also, awesommmmme I love when my close friends from high school come home drug addicts. Uh. Seriously? You fucking moron, and then while we're out you have the gall to find a new contact when I'm standing right there and say, "we're just going for a walk, I'll be right back!" LIKE HELL YOU ARE, you're driving me home. This may require further action.
I miss people who aren't naïve and stupid.
My internet here is shitty because I have to leech off of the neighbors, so if you need to get my attention send me a message and it'll find me eventually. Or call/text if you've got my number, I'm not as phonetarded as I used to be.
Also I have a 3.75 GPA. How the shit did I manage that.
And I would like to get my septum pierced but it would just congeal with snot because I appear to be allergic to all plant life here. And probably my cat.
But I did see Father Jack (my old philosophy teacher) and he gave me the most massive old man hug ever.
"Remember that time I wrote all of those awful words on the board? Well, I sure hope those pictures never ended up on Facebook or any of those things!"
"Uh... no... I don't think they have."
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[14 May 2008|12:35pm] |
I recently attended our annual "goth prom" held at a club in Minneapolis. The theme was, of course, steampunk or I wouldn't be posting here. Thought you guys would enjoy seeing pictures. Everyone looked fantastic and there were some very creative self-made gadgets and gizmos.
Still pictures are here
I have moving pictures as well! It was my first experiment making a movie. I didn't realize how compressed the program would edit my multiple videos. What you'll see is about 80% compressed so you're missing much conversation and action and it's rather nonsensical. The system also put my videos in random order, so it's rather non sequitur. Instead of thinking of this as a train wreck video, I'd prefer to think of it as...ummmm..avant-garde. Yes, that's it.
Anyway, enough rambling.
Here's two and a half minutes of the evening captured in moving sepia tone:
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| Pin Up Dita Von Teese |
[14 May 2008|09:36pm] |
Editorial: Pin Up Dita Von Teese
Magazine: ISA (France)
Issue: February 2007
Celebrity: Dita Von Teese
Photographer: Jan-Willem Dikkers
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[14 May 2008|12:43pm] |
I've been trying to get through Chuck Klosterman's Sex Drugs and Cocopuffs without much success (read as: his writing style and opinions are driving me up a wall). Regardless, in this one chapter, he had a few quotables.
Please don't take these to be my opinion, I do infact like soccer but I have the vague feeling I like it for the same reasons he says I should.
"But Soccer is the one sport that's an exception to that reality. Soccer unconciously rewards the outcastm which is why so many adults are fooled into thinking their kids love it. The truth is that most children don't love soccer, they simply hate the alternatives more. .... This is why soccer seems like such a respite from all that mortification; it's the one aerobic activity where nothingness is expected. ... A normal eleven- year- old can play and entire season without placing toe to sphere and nobody would even notice, assuming he or she does a proper job of running about and avoidingmajor collisions. Soccer feels 'fun' because it's not terrifying-- it's the ony sport wherey ou can't fuck up. An outcast can succeed simply by not failing and public failure is every outcast's deepest fear."
"To say you love soccer is to say you believe in enforced equality more than you believe in the value of competition and the capacity of the human spirit."
Vaguely interesting...
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| Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer |
[14 May 2008|12:25pm] |
"The glow is born from the sum of thousands of loves: newlyweds and teenagers who spark like lighters out of butane, pairs of men who burn fast and bright, pairs of women who illuminate for hours with soft multiple glows, orgies like rock and flint toys sold at festivals, couples trying unsuccessfully to have children who burn their frustrated image on the continent like the bloom a bright light leaves on the eye after you turn away from it.
"Some nights, some places are a little brighter. It's difficult to stare at New York City on Valentine's Day, or Dublin on St. Patrick's. The old walled city of Jerusalem lights up like a candle on each of Chanukah's eight nights. Trachimday is the only time all year when the tiny village of Trachimbrod can be seen from space, when enough copulative voltage is generated to sex the Polish-Ukrainian skies electric. We're here, the glow of 1804 will say in one and a half centuries. We're here, and we're alive."
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[14 May 2008|11:04am] |
I don't remember ever getting corrected in high school or college for writing who instead of whom. But except to be funny, I've never said whom in my life. Which makes me think there are two other words: who and who'--the apostrophe standing for the syncopated m.
-Samuel R. Delany, Dhalgren
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[14 May 2008|11:38am] |
Mmm I did my gpas and stuff in a spreadsheet, much fun. I got a B in English which I don't need atm >_<,,, You can go play around with my gpa though thanks to google here
Just change the letter grades to A or B or whatever and the gpa updates.
You can also save the file for yourself and edit the classes and whatever and use it for your gpa, but I doubt anyone cares...
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| Revenge by Ellen Von Unwerth |
[14 May 2008|10:35pm] |
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[14 May 2008|11:18am] |
Magazine: Interview
Issue: September 2007
Celebrity: Monica Bellucci
Photographer: Mark Squires
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| And we poisoned their asses |
[14 May 2008|08:55am] |
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Well, there's a new Hamlet page. The end better be coming soon, because we are running out of characters.
Another reason the end better come soon: my iBook's ancient battery finally up and died like an old hound dog yesterday. The computer won't work unless it's plugged in, and when it is working, it seems to labor under the delusion that it's December 31st, 1969. I now officially live in a state of panic, and back up every single panel as soon as it's drawn.
It would be so me to lose all the files this close to the end. Over the years I've given the universe ample chance to do good things for me without being forced, and have stopped giving it the benefit of the doubt.
Anyway. Saturday will involve a serious visit to the Apple Store.
On the plus side, I will be seeing Flight of the Conchords tonight. So life can't be all nightmares and panic attacks.
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