December 2011
3 posts
September 2011
2 posts
Hiroshima Mon Amour
Somehow we drifted off too far Communicate like distant stars Splintered voices down the ‘phone The sunlit dust, the smell of roses drifts, oh no Someone waits behind the door Hiroshima mon amour Riding inter-city trains Dressed in European grey Riding out to echo beach A million memories in the trees and sands, oh no How can I ever let them go? Hiroshima mon amour Meet beneath the autumn...
August 2011
2 posts
November 2010
1 post
Unemployment, Pt. XIV
In the latest fit of ennui, I ironically (adv., 2003) entered this contest in which the prize includes a 5-day stay in the new Cosmopolitan Las Vegas, $500 in spa treatments and dining, VIP access to the hotel’s opening events, and a “private musical performance from a major star.” In other words, everything I’ve ever wanted.
“In honor of our imminent launch, we want...
October 2010
1 post
June 2010
3 posts
Recent Indulgences
(not granted by the church)
- a shower in the Ritz Carlton under a stupidly enormous shower head surely catalogued under a rainforest-themed name, perhaps “The Amazonian Lush Rainfall, $660”
- an unparsable GChat conversation during working hours that lasted a protracted 326 lines in which the following were discussed: self-made zines commemorating one’s own death, Japanese...
This Is a Reminder
to update your Gmail theme. Just yesterday I disabled “Phantasea” in favor of “Mountains.” In the time since, I have received a bonus from work, found a new apartment, and lost five pounds. Only one of these things is true.
May 2010
13 posts
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
You talk to an old friend and confuse Strasbourg for Stroudsburg, a city whose name you haven’t spoken in the years since you’ve been gone. You remember other words you’ve forgotten, put away behind you: turnpike, pierogie, Emmaus. None of them romantic. You read books. You read poetry. You look out the window at the lick of pink scalp on top of the man’s head as he...
Listen
Watch“Here we look into the face of the thorny oyster (Spondylus americanus). Unlike most shallow-water oyster species, the thorny oyster is a solitary creature that lives permanently cemented to the deeper coral reef. Its fleshy mantle is adorned with sepia-toned psychedelic camouflage that can vary widely from one individual to the next. The rim of the mantle is lined with dozens of...
Some very good ideas
How about:
- enrolling in the five-year violin-making course at the Liuteria Parmense in Parma, Italy?
- reading this article about whether or not Albert Einstein’s first wife, Mileva Einstein-Marić, did his work for him, so that I don’t have to?
- wrapping bacon, halved length-wise, around pitted dates, anchoring them with toothpicks, and baking them at 350º for 15 minutes?
-...
British
Video. The transcription reads almost like a Monty Python sketch. Christopher Reid’s eager, jolly face and the reporter’s over-enunciation of his consonants are disconcertingly hilarious as they discuss the death of Reid’s wife.
BBC: Now your wife Lucinda Gane was actually quite well known in her own right. She was an actress…she was also an admired maker of patchwork...
The Lightkeeper by Carolyn Forché
A night without ships. Foghorns called into walled cloud, and you still alive, drawn to the light as if it were a fire kept by monks, darkness once crusted with stars, but now death-dark as you sail inward. Through wild gorse and sea wrack, through heather and torn wool you ran, pulling me by the hand, so I might see this for once in my life: the spin and spin of light, the whirring of it, light...
“A Celebration of Unfertilized Eggs.”
– L. Baker, on why a post-sex omelette is the best omelette.
Burzumic Riffage
It is a good idea to keep abreast of new release reviews in the Black Metal scene in order to maintain a respectable fluency in the lingo [1]. This is direly important for reasons you need not yet understand. It is also a prerequisite to the proper consumption of the next book in your queue, titled Hideous Gnosis: Black Metal Theory Symposium 1, a collection of essays on black metal theory...
Kalles Kaviar of Sweden:
A salty, fishy-sweet, fleshy-pink (I’m reluctant to say “salmon-colored” here for reasons I trust you understand) paste that one squeezes out of a metal tube, its little eyefuls of fish eggs like gleaming baubles on a reef. Best eaten snaked onto a generously buttered crispbread (chilled potato slices, as shown, are optional, but optimal) with no regard for the imminent halitosis.
Those...
Honest reasons for why I am late
(in my head, it goes):
- I have to be at the DMV/admissions office/ Ausländeramt in 30 minutes. The commute time is just under 40 minutes. I think I will make myself a cheese sandwich and check my email before and after I eat.
- Class starts in 5 minutes. I’m going to pluck my eyebrows now.
- It’s midnight and I need to be up in 6 hours. But first some ice cream before bed. And now I can’t...
January 2010
1 post
December 2009
4 posts
Unetaneh Tokef
how many shall pass away and how many shall be brought into existence; who shall live and who shall die; who shall come to a timely end, and who to an untimely end; who shall perish by fire and who by water; who by sword and who by beast; who by hunger and who by thirst; who by earthquake and who by plague; who by strangling and who by stoning; who shall be at ease and who shall wander about; who...
WatchMotherhood, at SFMOMA
November 2009
2 posts
WatchHalloween Superstore, Berkeley.
October 2009
12 posts
“How many scholarly stakes in the heart will we need before Martin Heidegger,...”
– Oh, but the fourfold…
Burzum - Dunkelheit
To say goodbye we don't know -
To say goodbye we don't know - It's already nearing night, We are walking shoulder to shoulder, You are pensive and I am quiet We'll walk into church, we'll witness The singing, the wedding, the cross, Not seeing each other, we'll exit.... Why are things not working for us? Or we'll sit on the pressed-down snow In a cemetery, lightly sigh, And you with your stick paint the palace Where together...
VS. We don't know how to say goodbye
We don't know how to say goodbye, we wander on, shoulder to shoulder. Already the sun is going down: You're moody, I am your shadow. Let's step inside a church and watch baptisms, marriages, masses for the dead. Why are we different from the rest? Outdoors again, each of us turns his head. Or else let's sit in the graveyard on the trampled snow, sighing to each other. That stick in your hand is...
August 2008
15 posts
“The dispersing and juxtaposing and culling of landing sites in respect to an...”
– Arakawa and Gins. Someone’s been reading too much Heidegger. http://www.reversibledestiny.org
WatchMunich 2007: Pedestrian Underpass
