Posts Tagged ‘ life ’
Writing: Words and concepts take on a crystalline assembly-line structure. There is–like visual perception–a very clear, high-resolution central phrase: that is what i am thinking aloud Right Now. The words i am currently writing. Along with this there is a peripheral awareness of where i have been and where i am going: words fading to [ READ MORE ]
knew how to paint. He was classically trained. unfortunately i can’t find any of his student or extremely early works to demonstrate his pure technical skill, but here’s a picture from 1943 called she wolf: (can you tell he was influenced by those mexican muralists?) After his classical education and general frustration with his art he went [ READ MORE ]
how much of how important being a parent is to leading a fulfilling life related to the fact that most of us will never do anything else worthwhile? your kids don’t have a choice about the insane, massive influence that you have on them, the rest of the world does. addthis_url = [ READ MORE ]
last night i had a dream in which some ridiculously attractive natural redhead, with sort of wavy hair and stiletto almost knee-high black leather boots said “you’re so aleatoric, babe” and even though i don’t think she was talking to me, i’m really, really upset that i don’t remember the rest of the dream, because [ READ MORE ]
In the case of a zombie apocalypse you don’t have to worry about having to face down a zombie einstein, and the correlated ethical dilemmas involved such as “Do I destroy the brain of possibly the smartest man who ever lived, or do I save my own living brain?” You don’t have to worry about it [ READ MORE ]
1921: In perhaps the first organized group expedition to an abandoned building, Dadaists including Andre Breton, Paul Eluard, Francis Picabia and Tristan Tzara organize a trip to the deserted and little-known church of St. Julien le Pauvre in Paris. In promoting the event, the Dadaists promise to remedy “the incompetence of suspect guides and cicerones”, [ READ MORE ]
I saw someone picking their nose while i was driving home tonight. I was picking my nose at the same time, and she didn’t notice me i don’t think. it made me feel warm in that we’re all so fucked in the same way kind of way. addthis_url = 'http%3A%2F%2Fblog.quodlibetor.com%2F2005%2F07%2Fbeyond-the-end-of-space%2F'; addthis_title [ READ MORE ]
For some reason I tend to think of life as basically a hopeful place. Like, as long as you’re there, there is some chance of things being fundamentally OK. Like life is where we are and that it’s looking at us as though to say “yeah.” Like, if you look around you’ll notice all the [ READ MORE ]
Now i finally get the experience of waking up to gray skies through a small window. A room with walls that don’t fit together. A plaster house with roman glass. An exterior dyed with spilled fruit. Another house that jack built, and me inside with a sack of stones. Nothing quite like feeling stuck in a [ READ MORE ]
I had a dog named mopsy. She was old and decrepit and generally falling apart at the seams. She lived with me for some 15 years. We’ve known that she was on the way out for a couple of years now, and for the most part have come to terms with it. In fact, we’ve [ READ MORE ]