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20101031
666 P.L.U.R. & DICK
Today is Halloween.
I hate Halloween.
I understand it as necessary in some Maussian sense but when push comes to shove, I'd rather watch some really scary shit or read some really scary shit than talk to a bunch of sexy nurses or sexy cowgirls or sexy octopuses.
Speaking of reading scary shit, go read David Peak's 'The Destruction Loops.' I got # 21 of 30 and I'm so glad I did. Dude fucking kills it; especially sections 1-8 and 12-35.
Shit was hard to read late at night. Well done.
Hard to read: the new design of this blog?
No?
Well then go watch the new Peaches show, 'enjoy yrself.' It's called Peaches Does Herself or as someone I heard say, Peaches Does Herself (In).
It's probably one of the worst things I've ever seen in my life but at least there are lasers and a costume that's a knock off Charlie Le Mindu and balloon animals and some witch haus shit and and and that make the awfulness of the show almost worth sitting through.
If someone says dick cock pussy three hundred times in an hour, is it anymore boring than saying peanut butter pin cushion for an hour? I would say yes, yes it is. Would you?
I hate Halloween.
I understand it as necessary in some Maussian sense but when push comes to shove, I'd rather watch some really scary shit or read some really scary shit than talk to a bunch of sexy nurses or sexy cowgirls or sexy octopuses.
Speaking of reading scary shit, go read David Peak's 'The Destruction Loops.' I got # 21 of 30 and I'm so glad I did. Dude fucking kills it; especially sections 1-8 and 12-35.
Shit was hard to read late at night. Well done.
Hard to read: the new design of this blog?
No?
Well then go watch the new Peaches show, 'enjoy yrself.' It's called Peaches Does Herself or as someone I heard say, Peaches Does Herself (In).
It's probably one of the worst things I've ever seen in my life but at least there are lasers and a costume that's a knock off Charlie Le Mindu and balloon animals and some witch haus shit and and and that make the awfulness of the show almost worth sitting through.
If someone says dick cock pussy three hundred times in an hour, is it anymore boring than saying peanut butter pin cushion for an hour? I would say yes, yes it is. Would you?
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Cogito
Many things recently. And I've received some as well.
Jacob Wren's new book
, a bottle of Bunnahabhain
, and my contributor's copy of the playbill for Matthew Barney and Jonathan Bepler's KHU.
Jonathan approached me about writing a small text about the music, to which I agreed. At first, I thought he wanted an interview or something 'straight,' but then, he unleashed the beast and said he wanted something more 'abstract,' which interested me immediately, seeing as I hadn't heard this piece yet, though I am familiar with Jonathan's thang (and thus didn't feel like I could write something straight, which would have bored me anyway) and also because I believe dreams should be interpreted with dreams and art should be interpreted with art more and more as the days pass. Jonathan and I then collaborated on a beast that turned out to be something really nasty, something I don't think I would write about if I were left to my own vices.
I enjoyed the process very much as well as the result even if the final version was not the one that was printed.
I think this might be more fun in the future. I think I'll rework this mother and send it to some journals (i.e. I want to send the final version out). I think also in terms of criticism or reviews it is fruitful. I think I would like to do more of these of things I love.
Jacob Wren's new book
, a bottle of Bunnahabhain
Jonathan approached me about writing a small text about the music, to which I agreed. At first, I thought he wanted an interview or something 'straight,' but then, he unleashed the beast and said he wanted something more 'abstract,' which interested me immediately, seeing as I hadn't heard this piece yet, though I am familiar with Jonathan's thang (and thus didn't feel like I could write something straight, which would have bored me anyway) and also because I believe dreams should be interpreted with dreams and art should be interpreted with art more and more as the days pass. Jonathan and I then collaborated on a beast that turned out to be something really nasty, something I don't think I would write about if I were left to my own vices.
I enjoyed the process very much as well as the result even if the final version was not the one that was printed.
I think this might be more fun in the future. I think I'll rework this mother and send it to some journals (i.e. I want to send the final version out). I think also in terms of criticism or reviews it is fruitful. I think I would like to do more of these of things I love.
20101007
Facebook Feeds
These are culled from the last 4 videos friends or friends of friends have posted on facebook.
Working too much on the novel. Staying up too late, getting in too deep.
The OED RULEZZZZZZZZZZZZ
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render, render, render, get them babies rendered
Las Vegas is in a slump. Will it come out of it? My novel kinda needs it to but not really since no claims to reality are/need be made in fiction. Alternate universes abound.
Received Witz in the mail. Fuck, I'm scared of that book. Slept with it in my bed last night. Had a lot of nightmares. Will put it on the desk until reading commences.
Have been reading a lot.
Almost done with Aira's "Ghosts," which is pretty great. Aira is a perfect name for a man who writes so airy.
Started Perec's "W." Dude's a master. Nuff said.
Still pounding through Flann O'Brien but doing it very slowly, wanting to enjoy every word.
Might go back to Schmidt again. Or maybe Bernhard or Jelinek. I need to read some more in German.
Bought "Everything Here is the Best Thing Ever," Dalkey Archive's Best European Fiction 2010, David Mitchell's "The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet" and some other shit. At this rate, I will spend most of my wages from the bookstore at the bookstore and my life will be surrounded by books and books only.
Went out on Friday night to an art opening / party. Some guy said, [translated] "music is the only thing that makes me happy, everything else is just shit." His conversation partner asked him what he did and he said: "I'm an artist." Boy, I hope he makes sound sculptures or something, otherwise his life must be real frustratin'.
I wish someone would have told me how boring most of "Not-Knowing" was. Dude could drop a one liner like no other, but those film reviews and essays which take up more than half the book are suck city.
