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Dec 27 2012

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a skeletal, severely abbreviated fraction of autobiography. reading more like excerpted annotated outlines of a memoir, barely stretching just over a hundred pages padded with ample textless chapter divisions etc.  worth it for the inimitable Chet Baker deadpan —near catatonic— stoicism that somehow, in its seemingly para-human indifference and detachment, conveys such an elevated sensitivity, psychic fragility and diffuse air of melancholy and portent that only such impassivity could delicately enough carry.  and also for vignettes like these:

[of his experience aboard a troopship bound for Germany after enlisting in the Army illegally at 16] There was vomit everywhere, you could not escape the smell of it no matter where you went on the ship. Since there wasn’t anything alcoholic to drink, some of the guys mixed Aqua Velva with fruit juice. Everyone was getting loaded and fighting. Some went blind from the noxious aftershave mixture. Altogether, it was a trip I could not easily forget.

I spent a couple of weeks at her apartment, but unfortunately some joker ripped off the door of her Corvette when I was using the car. He didn’t even stop. We had a few words about that, and fought about some other things as well. It all ended in my telling her to get fucked.

[of being brought to court on drug charges in England] I really couldn’t take the whole thing seriously. All those seemingly pompous fools with their white wigs. Needless to say, I was found guilty by his lordship.

despite its brevity, a satisfying, shimmering glimpse into imo one of the top 5 most compelling voices in all recorded music (and pretty standard mid-century jazz-genius-junkie archetype).  for a longer look, a couple biographies are supposed to be good, but u prob cant do better than this


Aug 8 2012

Nocturnes for the King of Naples (Edmund White)

i just. really loved it.

somewhat slow-going and hard to read cuz of the mercurial, impressionistic prose, but for the same reason prob the most unique and enthralling reading experience i can remember.

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May 23 2012

sleep is mad real: social jet lag, human energy economies & the tyranny of compulsory oblivion

been somewhat captivated by sleep lately

bought this book at punk rock flea market cuz it says SLEEP

my cell phone battery life blows. But its energy economy is a monumental improvement over humanity’s. on average, we have to charge like 3-4 times a day, and then SHUT DOWN COMPLETELY for 6-8 hrs a day.  we are abysmal technology.  i hope steve jobs is giving god industrial design pointers in non-existence right now.

whats worse, the fascistic sleep regime seems to have a draconian bio-justice system.

Social jet lag is “the discrepancy between what our body clock wants us to do and what our social clock wants us to do,”


Roenneberg and his colleagues surveyed the sleep habits of more than 65,000 adults and found that people with different weekday and weekend sleep schedules had triple the odds of being overweight.


the body mass index (BMI) of overweight people tended to rise as the gap between their weekday and weekend “time zones” widened.


The findings echo previous research linking higher BMI to sleep deprivation and irregular sleep schedules. In particular, numerous studies have found an increased risk of obesity — as well as chronic diseases such as diabetes — among shift workers


Some of the proposed explanations for the link between shift work and obesity, such as irregular meal times and metabolism disruptions at the cellular level, may help explain the social jet lag findings as well,

"Living against our body clocks is detrimental for our health," … "On an epidemiological level, we pay an enormous price for not being within our natural clocks."

cellular mutiny commanded by the shadowy overlord of forced, rationed oblivion


Apr 6 2012

WE ARE STARDUST

BILLION YEAR OLD CARBON

WE ARE GOLDEN 

CAUGHT IN THE DEVILS BARGAIN

AND WE GOT TO GET OURSELVES BACK TO THE GARDEN

if u dont fuck with joni mitchell feel free to never speak to me again


Jan 31 2012




Dec 26 2011

i love lana del rey.

idgaf.

i love her for all the reasons ppl r ambivalent about/h8 on her: deeply problematized/unchartable authenticity, tranny-chic appearance, lack of any sort of totality, desperate & severe ‘omega point' hauntology without being as egregiously ‘retro’ as amy winehouse or adele, so i can actually stand her music.

(i honestly prefer the ‘pre-video’)

stevie nicks growl, cinematic melodrama, amenability to epic remixes, narcotic melody, doom, fatalism, whorishness, paz de la huerta. 

Video Games (BALAM ACAB Remix) - Lana Del Rey by BALAM ACAB

im also not paying that close attention, which always helps. 


Dec 19 2011
bbook:

AN ACADEMIC DEFINITION of Lynchian might be that the term “refers to a particular kind of irony where the very macabre and the very mundane combine in such a way  as to reveal the former’s perpetual containment within the latter.” But  like postmodern or pornographic, Lynchian is one of those Porter  Stewart-type words that’s ultimately definable only ostensively-i.e., we  know it when we see it.  Ted Bundy wasn’t particularly Lynchian, but  good old Jeffrey Dahmer, with his victims’ various anatomies neatly  separated and stored in his fridge alongside his chocolate milk and  Shedd Spread, was thoroughgoingly Lynchian.  A recent homicide in  Boston, in which the deacon of a South Shore church reportedly gave  chase to a vehicle that bad cut him off, forced the car off the road,  and shot the driver with a highpowered crossbow, was borderline  Lynchian.  A Rotary luncheon where everybody’s got a comb-over and a  polyester sport coat and is eating bland Rotarian chicken and exchanging  Republican platitudes with heartfelt sincerity and yet all are either  amputees or neurologically damaged or both would be more Lynchian than  not.  A hideously bloody street fight over an insult would be a Lynchian  street fight if and only if the insultee punctuates every kick and blow  with an injunction not to say fucking anything if you can’t say  something fucking nice.

bbook:

AN ACADEMIC DEFINITION of Lynchian might be that the term “refers to a particular kind of irony where the very macabre and the very mundane combine in such a way as to reveal the former’s perpetual containment within the latter.” But like postmodern or pornographic, Lynchian is one of those Porter Stewart-type words that’s ultimately definable only ostensively-i.e., we know it when we see it. Ted Bundy wasn’t particularly Lynchian, but good old Jeffrey Dahmer, with his victims’ various anatomies neatly separated and stored in his fridge alongside his chocolate milk and Shedd Spread, was thoroughgoingly Lynchian. A recent homicide in Boston, in which the deacon of a South Shore church reportedly gave chase to a vehicle that bad cut him off, forced the car off the road, and shot the driver with a highpowered crossbow, was borderline Lynchian. A Rotary luncheon where everybody’s got a comb-over and a polyester sport coat and is eating bland Rotarian chicken and exchanging Republican platitudes with heartfelt sincerity and yet all are either amputees or neurologically damaged or both would be more Lynchian than not. A hideously bloody street fight over an insult would be a Lynchian street fight if and only if the insultee punctuates every kick and blow with an injunction not to say fucking anything if you can’t say something fucking nice.


Dec 10 2011


Dec 3 2011

The Next 50 Years: Why I’m Optimistic Because Everything Will Be Terrible

Multiple simultaneous crises will create shortages, which will further concentrate wealth in the hands of the few, schisming the world, separating most of the world from the breakthroughs of “singularity” level tech and biotech — this could result in a powerful and eccentric technocrat class with its own elitist rationale for dominance of the technologically under privileged through control of media and mechanism.

When tropical diseases and pests move northward, when monsoons take place in regions unprepared for them, when radical changes in climate impacts agriculture, causing dust bowls in some areas and catastrophic flooding in others, we’ll see a gigantic surge of refugees, hundreds of millions of people, totaling billions globally, moving away from these areas, desperately migrating toward more protected areas.

And don’t forget the black winds, toxic fronts of synergized pollutants capable of killing large numbers of people, quite possibly being formed in the upper atmosphere, like an aerial complement to that corresponding giant whirlpool of plastic in the Pacific ocean. 

Some of this semisuperhuman cyborgian elite will obsess about managing an unmanageable world — and they will come up with some solutions. But other privileged technocrats may well sink into the repellently self indulgent decadence of virtual reality retreats, where they’ll be sequestered physically and mentally both

The real singularity will be simply an unprecedented cybernetic intelligence explosion to many orders of magnitude, combined with astronomically improved interactivity—but the Kurzweilian singularity that allows us to interface with machines until, in his words, “there will be no distinction between human and machine” , will not come about sustainablybecause the psychological and social consequences would be so dire.

People who are quadroplegic have noted that they feel less emotion than they did, when they could still feel their entire bodies. The projection of the self into electronics reduces our relationship to the body, the seat of our emotions, and for several reasons that might lead to an increase in psychopathology.

"I am 100 per cent positive that we can get evolution to work outside organic biology," claims this researcher. If he’s right we could breed the next form of technology. And it’s a little worrisome when you consider that researchers in Seoul, Korea and in Bristol, England using the Venus flytrap as a model have developed plans for something they’re calling an “ecobot” — it’s a robot that eats. It will be able to ingest flesh and turn it into fuel. 

But yes — there will be catastrophe between here… and there.

We’ll have astounding technological advancement against a backdrop of grievous social inequity and quite possibly increasing barbarity, for a period, until we are forced by waves of crises to come to terms with the consequences of developing a civilization blindly. Wars, plagues, radical separation of privileges, famines due to climate change and other environmental consequences, will force humanity to reassess, simply to survive, and accept Buckminster Fuller’s “spaceship Earth” concept as very real.

I’m optimistic for the long term… because everything will be terrible in the short term. 


Sep 24 2011
I do maintain that if your hair is wrong, your entire life is wrong. Morrissey, 1984 (via bellona-belladonna)

(via nikkilipstick)


Sep 10 2011




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