June 2012
XXXVII
On the horizon the peaks assembled; And as I looked, The march of the mountains began. As they marched, they sang, “Aye! We come! We come!”
Stephen Crane, The Black Riders and Other Lines
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“Quadrupling the supply of gold stickers is one way to devalue the credential;...”
– n + 1, Death by Degrees
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…this idea that we are trading the offline for the online, though it dominates how we think of the digital and the physical, is myopic. It fails to capture the plain fact that our lived reality is the result of the constant interpenetration of the online and offline. That is, we live in an augmented reality that exists at the intersection of materiality and information, physicality and...
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looking forward into the past or looking
backward into the future I
walk on the highest
hills and
I laugh
about
it
all
the way
Anne Barton
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“Modern nostalgia is a mourning for the impossibility of mythical return, for the...”
– Svetlana Boym, The Future of Nostalgia
Infinite Jest! Live! On Stage! One Entire Day... →
…the actor sharing his history of teen addiction to Quaaludes and Hefenreffer-brand beer is droning on far too long and starting to give me the howling fantods.
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keys in possession 6/15: 13
(front door, front door, front door, inner door, inner door, inner door, defunct, porch door, porch door, porch door, guest outer, guest inner, bicycle)
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everything in moderation, including moderation.
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“My dear countryman, companion, renowned discoverer of Musca pragensis, heroic...”
– Milan Kundera, Slowness
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notes from dorm wall
we be of one blood, thou and i
to hell with literature / we want something redblooded / lousy with pure / reeking with stark / and fearlessly obscene
1.618033988749894
class in a capitalist society
reef green
cottage gr king garfield 51 47 43 indiana 35 roosevelt
and where there had been / just a makeshift hut to receive the music, / a shelter nailed up out of...
“אופס… אני גמרתי”
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“Unscrew the locks from the doors! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!”
– Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
(yet are we mindful, though not as yet awake, of ourselves which shout and cling, being for a little while and which easily break in spite of the best overseeing)
i mean that the blond absence of any program except last and always and first to live makes unimportant what i and you believe; not for philosophy does this rose give a damn …
bring on your fireworks, which are a mixed splendor...
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“Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by”
– .
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נכונות
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“Previously, the text was a cloth to be unraveled by the reader; if the cloth...”
– H. L. Hix via DFW
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Neutral Bling Hotel — In My G4 Over Da Sea →
dying.
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