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February 3, 2010
January 17, 2010
All the best theories are…
January 9, 2010
Anonymous asked: Do you have a British accent? If so,will you marry me?
Ha!
Well, simple answer: no.
More convoluted answer, and I do love those: I’ve been told - and with time, I too have noticed - that I have a semi-chameleon-like accent that warps depending on my environment. Hence, prolonged exposure to the British accent can affect my cadence & inflections, but - fortunately or unfortunately, I’m not sure - this warping wouldn’t be enough to qualify me for Her Majesty’s English.
My timber’s too crooked, alas.
January 8, 2010
Anonymous asked: how old are you?
That, I would never answer anyone called anonymous :) but @autobees thinks I’m 70 so I’ll go with that. Sorry, I’m starting to realize this probably won’t be fun for anyone, seeing as how I’m pretty much a privacy nut… #ohwellnevermind here’s a page with funny pictures (:
January 8, 2010
Anonymous asked: keefak?
Ah, my first question. Noshkoralla 3aysheen :o) I think I’ll try and be more creative for other questions, since tumblr gives you a full text editor to answer… but this is a great proof of concept, tashakkurati for playing along. Salamat!
November 11, 2009
the (flightless) birds. this triggers a distinct memory of texting someone in beirut about watching hitchcock’s birds in nyc after that person had texted about listening to a costello song i was into & thinking of me. isn’t this networked, intertextual, cross-temporal highbrow/lowbrow meshwork of affectivity wonderful? and like, really really privileged?
cute pic :)
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November 6, 2009
my @sixwordstories
- Fearful, we stooped sudating.. then flinched.
- Hoarse, I trade drops for hammers.
- “You’re strange yourself,” she said. “Fine.”
- She looked at him. He misunderstood.
- Chapter I “Dialing remodeled geocities, altering their vistas” Chapter II “Depopulated, home changed with the cursory” Chapter III “Sans serf, sans master, L’Aventurier understood.” Chapter IV “Someday, he’ll touch the maximal. Maybe.”
- Adventured in the Wilderness. Hence, parched.
November 3, 2009
This Halloween I went as an Ironic Statement.
October 27, 2009
"I’ve never done this talk-to-others-on-tumblr thing, but this feels more important than my blogging manner: igather, I’m male & I support your statement. It’s sad, but it’s valid (dare I call it true?). You have every right to think & feel that way. And -of course- it sucks ‘a wee’ more; any male who takes offense needs to check his priorities, f’real. Have a good day."
October 24, 2009
Wow… Facebook is actually suggesting I “reconnect” with people: “Write on her wall,” the ghostly light spelled out softly, righteously. This is my Godhead’s face:
suggestion_type=write_on_wall—6&list_location=pie_home_page&event_type=write_on_wall_click
All praises to thee.
“After years of waiting, nothing came.”
suggestion_type=getoff_my_case_getoff_my_case
> RT @jessedarling @MXML We didn’t lose our faith after all; just returned to a more polytheistic etherized dreamtime in which meta4 is law
> We had “moral” codes on why to be a certain way. Now we have algorithms too. This is not a lament. It’s the mechanisms laid bare.
October 5, 2009
"The memetic genre of Heartfelt-Text-On-Photo can point to 2 things: Photoshop is ubiquitous, and/or graphic designers are a depressing bunch.."
September 14, 2009
i'll go swimmingly, sharks be damned. turn to pulp... turn to pulp, paper predations.
I fear you not.
September 10, 2009
A spectacular representation, but close enough to bring back images of a recurring nightmare I used to have. I haven’t had it for a while.
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August 24, 2009
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You are never truly private. As long as you are within society, you will always be trans-apparent through the traces you leave relationally. Only escape: “A HEART THAT CONCEALS AND THE TONGUE THAT NEVER REVEALS” ~ from Freemason pitcher @ Musee D’Aquitaine. Woe on the Heart that does not conceal & the Tongue that reveals, but still expects sovereignty over self. To be social is to be un-private & to be un-private is to abdicate the throne. This is absolute, as sovereignty by degree is unworthy of the name.
Thus to be is not to command, but to maneuver, and to maneuver is to react. Reaction is not a negation of creativity as some may have it. To exist is to be thrown into something. There is always something. Thus from birth one is condemned to reaction. This is not a prison.. This is the cipher.
In reaction, we make something out of nothing. But these (some/no)things are the not same ‘things’ we are thrown into. That is matter. The something we make is meaning, a reaction to the nothing-something of matter. In reaction, we are sovereign and our reign is tyrannical.
July 31, 2009
So while philosophy is apparently just a bunch of misreadings, here’s a little about a misspelling. Just a quick random-but-associative ‘genealogy’ (of sorts) of a typo that feels right to me:
Everyday = anyway, everlong, nevermind, neverland, everywhere, ubermensch, internet..
There are more things between typos and neologisms, than are dreamt of by your spellchecker.
Now I really must get going.
[Underwear.. hihi]
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