Tag: uhhhmazing art

mmm, ohh.




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i’m a fool for that shake in your thighs
i’m a fool for that sound in your sighs
i’m a fool for your belly
i’m a fool for your love
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i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
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caught in this pool held in your eyes
caught like a fool without a line
we’re in a natural spring
with this gentle sting between us
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i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
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ooohhh, stay open
ooohhh, stay open
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stay open
stay open
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i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
i wanna make this plain
ohh, i know you’re faded
mmm, but stay, don’t close your eyes
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stay open
stay open
stay open
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mmm, stay open.
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ps – this post is brought to you by the oh-so infinite leor galil.

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to do you.

able parris
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“here’s the truth: people, even regular people, are never just any one person with one set of attributes. it’s not that simple. we’re all at the mercy of the limbic system, clouds of electricity drifting through the brain. every man is broken into twenty-four-hour fractions, and then again within those twenty-four hours. it’s a daily pantomime, one man yielding control to the next: a backstage crowded with old hacks clamoring for their turn in the spotlight. every week, every day. the angry man hands the baton over to the sulking man, and in turn to the sex addict, the introvert, the conversationalist. every man is a mob, a chain gang of idiots.

this is the tragedy of life. because for a few minutes of every day, every man becomes a genius. moments of clarity, insight, whatever you want to call them. the clouds part, the planets get in a neat little line, and everything becomes obvious. i should quit smoking, maybe, or here’s how i could make a fast million, or such and such is the key to eternal happiness. that’s the miserable truth. for a few moments, the secrets of the universe are opened to us. life is a cheap parlor trick.

but then the genius, the savant, has to hand over the controls to the next guy down the pike, most likely the guy who just wants to eat potato chips, and insight and brilliance and salvation are all entrusted to a moron or a hedonist or a narcoleptic.

the only way out of this mess, of course, is to take steps to ensure that you control the idiots that you become. to take your chain gang, hand in hand, and lead them. the best way to do this is with a list.

it’s like a letter you write to yourself. a master plan, drafted by the guy who can see the light, made with steps simple enough for the rest of the idiots to understand. follow steps one through one hundred. repeat as necessary.”

memento mori
 jonathan nolan

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art is art.


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“art is art. and an artist,
according to marshall, is someone
on the frontiers of perception,
who looks at information overload
with the goal of pattern recognition,
to see things before anyone else.”

marshall mcluhan:
you know nothing of my work!

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ps – my favorite professor assigned massive amounts of mcluhan.

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need a lift?

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“someone once told me that your ability to survive in los angeles is based on a very simple formula. you need to get into bed at night and be able to hold what you’ve done that day up against your dreams and feel like they match up, and you need to be getting laid. if you lack one, or worse, both of those things, you have every right to get back on the freeway and leave.”

– some notes on la
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ps – come to nyc!  we don’t give a shit that you’re not getting laid.
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oh, that wild idea.


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have you heard of this wild idea?
in case you haven’t, here’s the deal:
there’s this guy, theron humphrey,
and he’s spending a whole year
criss crossing the united states
with only one goal in mind →
to meet 1 new person everyday.
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and while i think that’s fine
(albeit a bit been there, blogged that),
i’m a total fucking sucker
for his “super serious project
about dogs and physics”
where he just photoblogs
his dog maddie on things.
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ps – mr. humphrey’s hounds, anyone?  can you say coonhound in a children’s book?
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tomorrow ≠ president’s day.

bill & hilary, 1972
salad days

in second through eighth grade,
my teachers would frequently announce,
“tomorrow, there will be a surprise.”
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& each time, i would get so worked up
until i was sure i had figured out
exactly what was happening:
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bill clinton is coming!
bill clinton is coming!
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& each time, without fail,
they would reveal something sad
like a new student or how to calculate tip.
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unfazed, i always figured,
“okay fine . . . maybe next time.”
i’d say mcworld is mostly to blame.
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zefinitely.


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i think you’re freaky:
0:29
1:24
2:36
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and i like you a lot:
0:39
1:46
3:39
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ps – the masses say, “die antwoord performs music which incorporates many zef elements . . . a south african slang term that describes a unique south african style which is modern and trashy and also includes out-of-date, discarded cultural and style elements . . . yolandi was quoted as saying, ‘it’s associated with people who soup their cars up and rock gold and shit. zef is, you’re poor but you’re fancy. you’re poor but you’re sexy, you’ve got style.'”

this is not a place.


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i’m tearing up, acrost your face
move dust through the light
to fide your name
it’s something fane
this is not a place
not yet awake,
i’m raised of make
still alive who you love
still alive who you love
still alive who you love
in a mother, out a moth
furling forests for the soft
gotta know been lead aloft
so i’m ridding all your stories
what i know, what it is,
is pouring – wire it up!
you’re breaking your ground

“perth” by bon iver

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ps – congrats, kid.

so i came back.



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“there was a moment, sometime in 2002 or 2003 when i was sitting by the sea, up on an island off the coast of new hampshire when i realized i could make my life into anything i wanted, that i could choose my reality. that was when i put myself fully into this, that i decided to just go and see what happened, nothing else mattered . . . [campbell] talks about needing the journey to be a circle, that it is the going and the return that make it a journey. to simply go out and disappear isn’t enough, you must come back.”

mikael kennedy
paradigm magazine