McKenzie Warks' A Hacker Manifesto is so bergizi (trans from indonesian: nutrient-stuffed) so I skipped to the end notes. Reading ass backwards might be the trick here. (Or spin the bottle to choose an entry point.) Then reprint and scatter the individuated sections affixed to posts on …
Being around people Benching just outside the coffee shop Heads pointing down Talking Tap clink Passersby entering and exiting Entering and exiting is the point
Machinery.
The room was cold. The light a little caustic. Acoustics wan. From the back row I had to squirm to the side to see Kurzweil’s full face. Like 17 people there, maybe? Intimate, secret, and in on it. Rugged cool! “Paper is pleasurable.” “My life for a while was in pages.” …
The bartender at Berreta is asking if I like bitterness and I answer yes. At this point I’m open to interpretation and open to interpretations. I get Cynar, a hefty portmanteau that smoothes out my technologies of resistance across the bar plane. An incubation space for monsters. To the right …
Saying no to Lucy Ives everywhere and hitchhiking Leather Blvd. sipping cool aid Kita anak-anak keren
Can you eat here Can you get food here I can get food here I will get food here This place is too expensive for you I will eat at this place There is another food for you over there
“I didn’t realize what we had.” He couldn’t see from the view within his stomach. Nerves are too high. Well, you work full-time, overtime frequently because it’s only a five-day work week. Your hands are full cutting a path through what the racists made today. Your …
A post shared by Samantha Sophia (@raisingself)
I’m not sure how far Gladman’s fantastic Ravickian worlding has spread betond smaller literary, artistic, critical conclaves. She reached me by way of Lucy Ives' article on the “weak novel” (after listening to Ives on a BISR’s podcast paneling the same topic). …
Bax evades a typically satisfying narrative arc for recondite reprints of medical texts and war-time dispatches/memoir peppered among a minor smatter of pro forma obligations to a novel about people surviving large-scale tragedy. But readers should consider this as a book at play with the …
“wish embroidering” - Eugene Lim, Dear Cyborgs “the air quicken before rain” - Robert Glück, Margery Kempe “His ears and tongue felt carbonated” - Samuel Delaney, Troble on Triton
I watched Eastern Promises last night and this morning And Donnie Brasco And The Departed Before
It’s a bizarre aesthetic (and rhetorical) leap from Richard Mayhew’s Delusions to the similar strong chromas, hues, and deep values of Japanese City Pop album art. But how many colors are there in the world. Every visit to SFMOMA I drift to Mayhew. Into his drives, spirals, through …
What other optimisms lie in wait on the Enterprise NCC-1701-D?
Just discovered Sun Ra’s recording at Haverford College, 1980. The story of this record is bonkers. Students running concert series book jazz after previous acts flop - the Talking Heads! (Elvis Costello was also booked but cancelled after said flop) 🤦. Ra appears suddenly after cancelling two …
But uh oh those summer nights. Right on the heels of a transformative family weekend! When Theo laughs, the world is a single flower. What is your family’s pronoun? Are the flower and Theo the same or different?
The other day I played the dérive along Valencia after a salad with a colossal heft of blue cheese. I found my way to Dog Eared Books. I always end up there. However, this time I grazed through atypical sections; like the politically charged cabinet below the register with the latest thunder for …
Bringing back sweet memories. Atmospheric pressure. La lluvia frames colored paint. The real miracle is how long Chevron kept the oil burning. Rise Judea. Upcycled hellenism is my streetwear idolatry. Labneh and cacao soda; another probiotic day with a credit score!
Summer lewks leaked. Sunscreen is a conspiracy, cover up with a shirt or heavy layer of clay. I want to be a bird. Humans have become meh. Go lay down. I want to read space operas with shopping and hair braiding and tea. Life is maintenance. If you live with others make sure to balance the house …
With each new day it doesn’t rain I lose hope about the future of our species. I have a good performance review this week. Adding some lemon juice and gojuchang to this breakfast soup was CORRECT. The slap heard round the world is LAPD riot cops descending on climate scientists in battle …
Why do I have such a big attraction to teen fictions (like _Never Have I Ever_)? For a while I've been thinking it was the force of a stream, a soak, a wash of saudade made lighter by revisiting that time from a better place; a chance to relive with empathy for myself, to reclaim that time from the …