8.15.2021

 "We will say of pure immanence that it is A LIFE, and nothing more. It is not immanent to life, but the immanence that is in nothing else is itself a life. A life is the immanence of immanence, absolute immanence: it is complete power, complete beatitude." - Gilles Deleuze

7.04.2021

Is Febreeze - a magical ingredient worthy of veneration or Death in a bottle ☠️?

The Gift

"This pot was crafted in Sea Grove, NC, home to some of the most famous potters (and clay!) in NC and the U.S. I picked it up at my favorite store, Oddities and Such, in Carrboro. I think it holds well the attributes of marriage - fullness, fecundity, a dash of stoutness. But perhaps most of all (and you should not be trusting of any relationship talk from a wayward lover such as me), an overdeterminedness that serves to hold all the errant dreams of partners by which we oversubscribe to a platonic shared love and find a mere construction instead. In place of authenticity, the pot sits to expiate and thereby exorcise such aspirations, a totem that receives penny wishes and returns one to the real. May your union always be blessed with the authenticity of the real communication that serves to renew love daily as one may so simply make a cup of tea."

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Futurism

 https://www.nytimes.com/2021/06/22/magazine/ezra-klein-climate-crisis.html

America

 


6.07.2021

Bill Callahan

And I got the woman of my dreams

And an imitation Eames

5.27.2021

The Granny Tapes

 In 2016, I was gifted an old 1960 Motorola cabinet with a reel to reel, phono player, and tuner. The only thing that apparently worked was the tuner, but unfortunately I believe the reel to reel was on the entire time, just not playing, as one night the smoky smell that frequently came from the cabinet ("It's just burning dust," I was told) turned into a real live fire inside the cabinet underneath the reel to reel. Panicked, I struggled and then ripped off the back cabinet and blew out the kindling flame. That flame, as it turns out, was the spirit of "Granny" as scrawled onto the reel to reel. With the help of Amanda and her father, the reel to reel was then digitized to mp3 for your listening enjoyment. We date this to approximately the late 1970s. Granny, may you rest now in peace.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1cG-4IJsvIsp9gxJmqVrTe5TwYZnlSFCa/view?usp=sharing

3.26.2021

Fitzgerald on Crack

 "Instead of being so sorry for yourself, listen—"she said. (She always says "Listen," because she thinks while she talks—really thinks.) So she said: "Listen. Suppose this wasn't a crack in you—suppose it was a crack in the Grand Canyon."

"The crack's in me," I said heroically.

"Listen! The world only exists in your eyes—your conception of it. You can make it as big or as small as you want to. And you're trying to be a little puny individual. By God, if I ever cracked, I'd try to make the world crack with me. Listen! The world only exists through your apprehension of it, and so it's much better to say that it's not you that's cracked—it's the Grand Canyon."