Tuesday, May 08, 2007
from Hallunications: or The Ill-Fated Peregrinations of Fray Servando, Reinaldo Arenas
"So you finally succumbed to the poison of literature, and you wound up puttering about, poking through rags and papers, stirring up dust and disturbing the termites and bookworms, all to not the slightest avail. All you got was a jumbled heap of unanswered interrogations, which in fact served only to aggravate your by now habitual uneasiness and mental restlessness. Oh, but you would know. And so you asked. And you kept on asking, investigating, delving, digging, diving deeper and still deeper, though no man could tell you one jot of what you sought to know (except maybe that you ought to quit all that reading, now, cut out all that stoking, because that way led not only to madness but still worse to sacrilege as well). And that, then, was how you came to speak out so angrily against all those who would criticize you. As it was also how there came to disappear from your cell (I know not by what chaste hands) the instruments of such lamentable unbalance...You fell into that well from which there is no escape--Letters--and so you felt more and more alone. You were stricken by the Blight of Melancholy. But you still kept on declaiming, proclaiming, speaking out, knocking down unreal doors, and pursuing deep studies of things so rarefied and strange that many there were who were ignorant of their very existence."
madeleine peyroux - don’t wait too long
"So you finally succumbed to the poison of literature, and you wound up puttering about, poking through rags and papers, stirring up dust and disturbing the termites and bookworms, all to not the slightest avail. All you got was a jumbled heap of unanswered interrogations, which in fact served only to aggravate your by now habitual uneasiness and mental restlessness. Oh, but you would know. And so you asked. And you kept on asking, investigating, delving, digging, diving deeper and still deeper, though no man could tell you one jot of what you sought to know (except maybe that you ought to quit all that reading, now, cut out all that stoking, because that way led not only to madness but still worse to sacrilege as well). And that, then, was how you came to speak out so angrily against all those who would criticize you. As it was also how there came to disappear from your cell (I know not by what chaste hands) the instruments of such lamentable unbalance...You fell into that well from which there is no escape--Letters--and so you felt more and more alone. You were stricken by the Blight of Melancholy. But you still kept on declaiming, proclaiming, speaking out, knocking down unreal doors, and pursuing deep studies of things so rarefied and strange that many there were who were ignorant of their very existence."
madeleine peyroux - don’t wait too long
Monday, May 07, 2007
Why did the baby cross the road?
You already told me this one.
Yeah but it’s different now.
Okay, why?
Because it was nailed to the chicken.
(lol) I’m not sure (shit, lol) that it’s good to tell jokes with baby mutilation as the punchline.
(giggle giggle)
I mean, who would nail a baby to a chicken anyway?
Its mother, NO NO its father because it wouldn’t shut up and the mother was like shuuuut uuuup and then its father nailed it to the chicken.
(lol) Um, why is that so damn funny?
I dunno. (giggle giggle)
I dunno either.
You already told me this one.
Yeah but it’s different now.
Okay, why?
Because it was nailed to the chicken.
(lol) I’m not sure (shit, lol) that it’s good to tell jokes with baby mutilation as the punchline.
(giggle giggle)
I mean, who would nail a baby to a chicken anyway?
Its mother, NO NO its father because it wouldn’t shut up and the mother was like shuuuut uuuup and then its father nailed it to the chicken.
(lol) Um, why is that so damn funny?
I dunno. (giggle giggle)
I dunno either.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
for virgo: "Have you heard of the 'Nine Pregnant Women' rule?" asks businessman Scott Mills. "It takes nine months to have a baby--but you can't get the job done in one month with nine pregnant women. That rule applies to any project: As you think about managing the time that's available to complete a project, it's critical that you identify which steps you must complete sequentially." I suggest you install the Nine Pregnant Women rule at the center of your meditations right now, Virgo. The time is right for you to gaze at the big picture of your life from on high, and then formulate a revised set of long-term plans.
freeform five – no more conversations
Concrete Blonde - Dance Along the Edge
Martin Gore (Depeche Mode) - Compulsion
The Wonderstuff - A Wish Away
Jamiecg74 (taste of honey ft george michael)-Boogie Outside
from brooding 80s syntho pissy playlist
Friday, May 04, 2007
Paul D sits down in the rocking chair and examines the quilt patched in carnival colors. His hands are limp between his knees. There are too many things to feel about this woman. His head hurts. Suddenly he remembers Sixo trying to describe what he felt about the Thirty-Mile Woman. "She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind." from Beloved, by Toni Morrison
Is e=mc2 a sexed equation?...Perhaps it is. Let us make the hypothesis that it is insofar as it privileges the speed of light over other speeds that are vitally necessary to us. What seems to me to indicate the possible sexed nature of the equation is not directly its uses by nuclear weapons, rather it is having privileged what goes the fastest...
Luce Irigaray --Le sujet de la science est-il sexue?
“Undrape! You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded.” She stood defiantly, harmed and proud. She said, God is a holy machine that loves us so fiercely, so perfectly, he devours us, all of us. It is what we’re here for, to be loved and eaten. from Specimen Days, Michael Cunningham.
Is e=mc2 a sexed equation?...Perhaps it is. Let us make the hypothesis that it is insofar as it privileges the speed of light over other speeds that are vitally necessary to us. What seems to me to indicate the possible sexed nature of the equation is not directly its uses by nuclear weapons, rather it is having privileged what goes the fastest...
Luce Irigaray --Le sujet de la science est-il sexue?
“Undrape! You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded.” She stood defiantly, harmed and proud. She said, God is a holy machine that loves us so fiercely, so perfectly, he devours us, all of us. It is what we’re here for, to be loved and eaten. from Specimen Days, Michael Cunningham.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Fujiya & Miyagi - "Collarbone"
trentemoeller - moan
"Freak Out (Gold Chains Panique Mix)," My Brightest Diamond
trentemoeller - moan
"Freak Out (Gold Chains Panique Mix)," My Brightest Diamond
bonus – U2 - Salome (Zooromancer Remix)
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
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