When I am beset by abjection, the twisted braid of affects and thoughts I call by such a name does not have, properly speaking, a definable object. The abject is not an ob-ject facing me, which I name or imagine. Nor is it an ob-jest, an otherness ceaselessly fleeing in a systematic quest of desire. […]Read more "abject and abjection are my safeguards"
As spring increasingly asserts its will in a back-and-forth battle with winter, the temperature swings are creating wild effects here at Paul Lake. A couple weeks back, a long stretch of very warm temperatures had melted an inch of water on top of the lake’s ice sheet. A quick plunge in temperatures, unusual in that […]Read more "Dispersion"
OK, that last post is a little heavy, with a weekend impending I feel the need to toss in some gratuitous levity and wonder. This has so many irresistible elements: groovy sounds, low-and-high-tech Rube Goldbergian cleverness, Latino cool, insanely cute kids. It’s also the first time I can recall liking the sounds of a recorder! […]Read more "Everything Counts"
Catching up on my RSS feeds, I enjoyed reading this post by Darren Barefoot about the “restricted cat” (or cougar), an oddly innocuous and kid-sweet warning about impending adult-only content: Watching that cute pre-picture cat reminded me of when we lived in Hermosillo, Mexico in the late 90’s. We went to a lot of movies […]Read more "I go there"
I’ve watched it a few times now, and still can’t believe that this exists. See also parts Two, and Three. There is also a version specifically edited for fans of The Runaways. The 1978 Rock and Roll Sports Classic would count as must-see viewing if you, like me, have often lain awake wondering things such […]Read more "An artefact brought forth from a parallel dimension, one superficially like our own"