December 2011
36 posts
Dear Smurf, I just watched the movie “our idiot brother” with 8 people in my family, everyone said the main character was me. have you seen this art film yet? its really great, the movie also has a bunch of sisters one of them is your favorite actress Zoey Dechannel and each of the three sisters plays a different kind of early 30’s new york cliche type, they actually didn’t...
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Physics depends on the elimination of the subjective: there are no colors, only wavelengths; no frequency, only pitch; no warmth or cold, only kinetic activity of molecules; no subjective “self” or I, only neural activity. Physics doesn’t need, and indeed doesn’t acknowledge, the subjective “here and now”, or the “I” who experiences the world. Yet to...
a machine which pollutes is only half-invented. j. shirley
Ironically, philosophy seems to have strived this long only to become, belatedly, a crime fiction, a conspiracy thriller in order to embrace the force of the radical twist and paint itself yellow. This calls to mind the image of a philosopher who has realised that in speculating the world, it has been the world and its ‘strange aeons’ that have twistedly narrated her all along. The philosopher’s...
human-activities:
tee-hee, i thought about buying yet another book to read, but decided against it because all i care about is feeding my face and relating to my dog
You know the problem? It doesn’t matter. It’s really slow to write stuff. You know, you could never keep up with your email if you had to write it all out.
And so, it turns out people want keyboards. I mean, when I started in this business one of the biggest challenges was that people couldn’t type. And one day we realized that death would eventually take care of this. And so, people know how to...
I don’t know what it’s like to come from an honest-to-god womb, how such a place might feel to stick around in for awhile; but I do imagine it, and when I do, it’s an empty space where you sit silent in a chair, your face to a wall.
Another silent person is there with you—every now and again, you touch—but you can’t see them and although you’ve never spoken of the matter, you both know that so...
But I want to die. Someday, I think. As long as Joe’s in the room. And I have my doubts when it comes to prophets. Because why, when pop-roboticists engineer, is it merely to duplicate—right down to the laborious precision of freckle and pore—their own humanoid likeness? And aren’t most clones just reincarnations of six-feet-deep pets? And what means it that, when we craft avatars for unreal...
As we worked on the grandfather-stoned lodge, Shelley told me a myth from the Diné creation story, one that her host family had related to her the night before as a rodeo aired in the background from a muted television. “Wasn’t even a flat screen,” she said.
Worlds are interconnected and layered and four count in number, Shelley told me. In the Third World—just before a woodpecker chipped...
topclassbitchfromthefuture:
I repeat everything I hear on tv just in case it’s the code word
Everyone knows of the scrapbook-like blogs where delicately veined teen girls repost images of niche Asian porn’s pink-nostriled women exhuming, say, abalone and eels out their orifices and in quiet euphoria, kissing the cheeks of their serpentine babes. Such curiosities could be found in the Internet’s ubiquitous pockets of adolescence, those anonymous online bedrooms of infinite scrolling,...
