December 2008
18 posts
from the diary of susan sontag: always be wary of becoming an object rather than a subject.
Badly missed, barely tangible Americana:
fast friends. I mean like Matthew, the (im)probable seventeen-year-old who strung us along, smilingly, through the transverse tunnel at sixth avenue leading from the L train to the 2; kissing adriane’s hand and my own at the end of an egg-noggedly drunk evening. Or irascible Jasper, who skirts around the yolk of his soft-boiled egg and asks me (and,...
people that can grasp hold of things tightly (ie. immigrant mothers) enjoy wares with prominently-emblazoned logos. but should gift-giving tend toward that which may satiate, or that which may perhaps enlighten or inform? in other words, is it too late to pepper my parents with subtle, neo-liberally infused christmas materials; best for family unity/happiness to simply give them what they...
reimagining the city…
Last night someone told me the name of the Apparat record he plays each time he moves into a new apartment. I don’t remember the album title now, but I’m testing out a haplessly compiled number of digital recordings today. I wish I had a record player because then it would be more appropriate, tactilely speaking: this idea of psychological partitioning, of building a room consciously...
home economics: Sophie buys the dates and I buy the figs.
