Blue Skies

I felt like wearing polka dots today so I pulled out the Minnie...

Fri, 17 May 2013 16:43:18 -0400

I felt like wearing polka dots today so I pulled out the Minnie Mouse costume I made for Halloween and some polka dot earrings (though you probably can’t tell they are).

(Sorry for the terrible quality!)

There's no time for subtlety

Fri, 17 May 2013 03:55:03 -0400

Well, it was kind of subtle actually.

farrahfuckingflawless: htcaz: Finally got some Rose Gold into...

Fri, 17 May 2013 02:04:25 -0400

farrahfuckingflawless:

htcaz:

Finally got some Rose Gold into Steph’s EIGHT healed nostril piercings!

Fucking amazing!

Engraved Zippo lighters from the Vietnam War. From Cowan’s...

Fri, 17 May 2013 02:03:49 -0400

Engraved Zippo lighters from the Vietnam War. From Cowan’s Auctions

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Fri, 17 May 2013 02:01:15 -0400

I have the cutest kitty in the world.

Fri, 17 May 2013 01:50:08 -0400

I have the cutest kitty in the world.

"After you learn every story your mother told you about prom caught hard in the back of her..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 20:45:40 -0400

“

After you learn every story your mother told you about
prom caught hard in the back of her throat.

After your sister finally tells you what happened the night
you didn’t pick up the phone.

After that party your freshman year of college, when you
drank all the vodka and then threw yourself at that boy
who was so not into you.

After the picture frames, the wine glass, and your vows
lay broken on the floor.

After you remember every racist thing you said as a small
town white teenager. After you realize that no amount of
present day enlightenment will make those words unsaid.

After you accept there are things you will never know
about your father or the man you love. After you accept
that each reminds you of the other. After the night they
met and shook guitar-calloused hands, staring each other
down with matching blue eyes.

After he asks you to marry him, and you say “Not yet.”

After you find your underwear in the dark curves of a
stranger’s sheets and leave before sunrise. After you,
sobbing, confess what you’ve done, and he does not
forgive you.

There is shame. There is fear. And there is this dizzying
freedom.

”

- The Brief Two Seconds After You Ruin Everything, Clementine von Radics

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Thu, 16 May 2013 20:45:31 -0400

“If you could fight anyone who would you fight?”

Thu, 16 May 2013 17:35:57 -0400

“If you could fight anyone who would you fight?”

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Thu, 16 May 2013 17:34:26 -0400

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Thu, 16 May 2013 17:34:20 -0400

raggywaltz1954: Me Tarik is such a stud.

Thu, 16 May 2013 16:21:00 -0400

raggywaltz1954:

Me

Tarik is such a stud.

disorders: i do this really cute thing where i shut down and hate everybody

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:54:55 -0400

disorders:

i do this really cute thing where i shut down and hate everybody

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Thu, 16 May 2013 14:28:03 -0400

The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa

Thu, 16 May 2013 14:27:58 -0400

The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa

"The idea that primitive societies have no history, that they are dominated by archetypes and their..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 14:24:16 -0400

“The idea that primitive societies have no history, that they are
dominated by archetypes and their repetition, is especially weak and inadequate. This idea was not conceived by ethnologists, but by ideologists in the service of a tragic Judaeo-Christian consciousness that they wished to credit with the “invention” of history. If what is called history is a dynamic and open social reality, in a state of functional disequilibrium, or an oscillating equilibrium, unstable and always compensated, comprising not only institutionlized conflicts but conflicts that generate changes, revolts, ruptures, and scissions, then primitive societies are fully inside history, and far distant from the stability, or even from the harmony, attributed to them in the name of a primacy of a unanimous group. The presence of history in every social machine plainly appears in the disharmonies that, as Levi-Strauss says, “bear the unmistakable stamp of time elapsed.” It is true that there are several ways to interpret such disharmonies: ideally,by the gap between the real institution and the assumed ideal model; morally, by invoking a structural bond between law and transgression; physically, as though it were a question of attrition that would cause the social machine to lose its capacity to wield its materials. But here too it seems that the correct interpretation would be, above all, actual and functional: it is in order to function that a social machine must not function well. This has been shown precisely with regard to the segmentary system, which is always destined to reconstitute itself on its own ruins; and likewise for the organization of the political function in these systems, which in effect is exercised only by indicating its own impotence. Ethnologists are constantly saying that kinship rules are neither applied nor applicable to real marriages: not because these rules are ideal but rather because they determine critical points where the apparatus starts up again—provided it is blocked, and where it necessarily places itself in a negative relation to the group. Here it becomes apparent that the social machine is identical with the desiring-machine. The social machine’s limit is not attrition, but rather its misfirings; it can operate only by fits and starts, by grinding and breaking down, in spasms of minor explosions. The dysfunctions are an essential element of its very ability to function, which is not the least important aspect of the system of cruelty. The death of a social machine has never been heralded by a disharmony or a dysfunction; on the contrary, social machines make a habit of feeding on the contradictions they give rise to, on the crises they provoke, on the anxieties they engender, and on the infernal operations they regenerate. Capitalism has learned this, and has ceased doubting itself, while even socialists have abandoned belief in the possibility of capitalism’s natural death by attrition. No one has ever died from contradictions. And the more it breaks down, the more it schizophrenizes, the better it works, the American way.”

- Deleuze and Guattari, Anti-Oedipus, p.150-151

The alphabet fades away Would you like to read a book in which...

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:46:36 -0400

The alphabet fades away

Would you like to read a book in which this happens?

It’s one of my all-time favorite books. It’s called Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn. He describes it as an “progressively lipogrammatic epistolary fable.”

It is written in the form of letters between the citizens of the fictional island of Nollop, an independent nation off the coast of South Carolina and home of Nevin Nollop, who invented the phrase “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.” That phrase is written in tiles over a statue of Nollop in their town square, and when one night a storm causes one of the tiles to fall, the council decides that it’s a sign from Nollop that they are no longer allowed to use that letter, in speech or writing, on pain of progressive punishments including public beating and up to banishment.

Then another tile falls. Then another.

The citizens, who are all very attached to their words and writing, mount a campaign to come up with a phrase that uses all 26 letters but is shorter than Nollop’s, thus proving that he was not divine and negating all the edicts.

Because the novel is told in the form of letters the citizens write, and this is the genius part…the author must also stop using the letters as they fall. So the book gradually stops using letters until at one point I think they’re down to just five.

The resolution literally made me get up and dance around the room.

It’s clever, creative, and a not-really-veiled-at-all parable about monotheistic oligarchy. It’s not a long book, you can read it in an afternoon.

Codex Seraphinianus, 1976-1978 ‘The Codex Seraphinianus is a...

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:35:23 -0400

Codex Seraphinianus, 1976-1978

‘The Codex Seraphinianus is a book written and illustrated by Italian artist, architect and industrial designer Luigi Serafini, from 1976 to 1978. The book appears to be a visual encyclopedia of an unknown world, written in one of its languages, an alphabetic writing intended to be meaningless.’

- Wikipedia

Hieronymus Bosch, The Garden of Earthly Delights, 1503-1504

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:35:07 -0400

Hieronymus Bosch, The Garden of Earthly Delights, 1503-1504

Monday, May 13th, 2013.

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:32:40 -0400

Monday, May 13th, 2013.