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"I did not know in what city I was or whether I had a room somewhere or what I had to do to stop..."

Thu, 02 May 2013 01:47:26 +1200

“I did not know in what city I was or whether I had a room somewhere or what I had to do to stop walking.”

- The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge | Rainer Maria Rilke

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21st Century Tuesday by Kathy Hepinstall

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 00:57:33 +1200

My Iphone wakes up before I do, nudging my face like a cat.

Seratonin-boosting sunlight pours out of a screen set on “medium.”

A drop of blood red appears at the top of my Facebook page. I am liked.

Kim Jong Un’s finger presses the button on my coffee maker. I hear his disembodied voice say take that, America.

My mini cooper lights up as I approach, like my grandmother used to do.

My audible navigation system forgives me for turning the wrong way. Says she is rerouting. Asks if everything is all right, if I found my adolescence conflicted. Wants me to turn left. I turn right and she forgives me again, reroutes me.

My bluetooth says some day my car will drive me around automatically and I can drink shots of tequila.

Google earth registers my bad hair day, which appears as the icon of a nest. On the other side of the world, Japanese schoolgirls point at it, laughing.

The smiley face on my Iphone slowly turns into a pig’s head and screams GET OUT!

I blink and it’s back to a smiley face.

My navigation system tells me to drive off a cliff, like Thelma and Louise.

A camera at a traffic light takes a photo of my license plate and another of my secret daily fear. It will use them both against me in 2015.

Siri says, you can tell me anything. I am your friend.

I tell her I have a pornographic birthmark that I have never shown anyone.

She says, show me.

Two seconds later, it’s gone viral, and I am the laughing stock of the web.

Siri says she’s sorry, she can’t help being a bitch.

The Dow Jones graphic punches my arm and runs away.

The avatar of a monk virtually immolates itself to protest a twitter war.

Siri says: When’s the last time you felt a warm horses’s neck or made a whistle from a blade of grass or wore down a needle playing the same vinyl record over and over and over?

Shut up, I tell her. I’m not talking to you.

Somewhere my twin on the other side of the solar system puts a message for me in a bottle but her planet has no water.

The DVR says here are your favorites. All the things that cheer you up. 48 Hours Mystery and Girls reruns. Hell of a life, my DVR adds.

A book sits on my night table. Just sits there.

My Facebook page is covered in red dots, like Bonnie and Clyde at the roadblock.

My sleep machine is on Spring Rain. Not spring rain from any particular place but just the sound, splattering against a daffodil made in a Google lab.

God sends a drone hand from heaven to pat my shoulder. Everything is going to be okay.

"I have to go now, but I can’t seem to make myself leave. The whole day has gone by while I was..."

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 13:16:50 +1300

“I have to go now, but I can’t seem to make myself leave.
The whole day has gone by while I was sitting here.
Oh no.
I knew this was going to happen.”

- Please look after mother by Shin Kyung-Sook

"The word “translation” comes, etymologically, from the Latin for “bearing across”. Having been borne..."

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 18:43:29 +1300

“The word “translation” comes, etymologically, from the Latin for “bearing across”. Having been borne across the world, we are translated men. It is normally supposed that something always gets lost in translation; I cling, obstinately to the notion that something can also be gained.”

- Salman Rushdie, from Imaginary Homelands: Essays and Criticism 1981-1991 (via asymptotejournal)

Is Taylor Swift a Feminist? A Poem in Links by Sarah Nicole Prickett

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 17:25:00 +1300

Is Taylor Swift a feminist?

Is Hillary Clinton a feminist?

Is Bill Clinton a feminist?

Is Carrie Bradshaw a feminist?

Is Beyonce a feminist?

Is Doris Lessing a feminist?

Is Dr. Phil a feminist?

Is Obama a feminist?

Is God a feminist?

Is Siri a feminist?

Is Sarah Palin a feminist?

Is Tina Fey a feminist?

Was Helen Gurley Brown a feminist?

Is Blair Waldorf a feminist?

Is James Joyce a feminist?

Is Margaret Atwood a feminist?

Is Margaret Thatcher a feminist?

Is Lady Gaga a feminist?

Is Quentin Tarantino a feminist?

Is Kathryn Bigelow a feminist pioneer?

Is Marge Simpson a feminist?

Is Oprah a feminist?

Is Plato a feminist?

Ryan Gosling, feminist?

Junot Diaz, feminist?

Ke$ha… a feminist?

Princess Leia, feminist icon?

Is Beyonce a feminist icon?

Is Nicki Minaj a feminist icon?

Is Dolly Parton a feminist icon?

Is Wonder Woman a feminist icon?

Was Cathy a feminist heroine?

Is Lisbeth Salander a feminist heroine?

Is Bella Swan a feminist heroine?

Is Heidi [Montag] a feminist hero?

Is Jenny Sanford a feminist hero?

Was Mrs. Claus an early feminist icon?

Margaret Thatcher: a feminist icon?

Is Mildred Pierce a feminist?

Michelle Bachmann, evangelical feminist?

Is Katie Holmes a feminist now?

Is Lupe Fiasco a feminist?

Beyonce: feminist or fauxminist?

Is Barbie a feminist icon, or would it be better for women if she was wiped off the face of the earth?

Is Hillary Clinton even a feminist?

Was Marilyn Monroe a feminist?

Was George Eliot a feminist?

Is Joss Whedon a feminist?

Is Joss Whedon really a feminist?

Was Ayn Rand a feminist despite herself?

Is YouTube star a revolutionized feminist?

Michelle Bachmann is not a feminist… for now

Is Taylor Swift a feminist’s nightmare?

jennilee: Bas Jan Ader, All my clothes, 1970. Gelatin silver...

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 15:32:54 +1300

jennilee:

Bas Jan Ader, All my clothes, 1970. Gelatin silver print, 28 x 35.5 cm

그대 내 품에 | 오지은

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 14:46:25 +1300

그대 내 품에 | 오지은

"Mom made a point of saying all this in public, on the air, as if it were just the two us..."

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 16:00:14 +1300

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Mom made a point of saying all this in public, on the air, as if it were just the two us talking.

‘I don’t know what to try next,’ she said. ‘I feel terribly alone. People are bored with your story. I feel as if doors are closing. My friends no longer want to see me. They say I depress them with my tears. And it’s true, my darling, that I only speak about you, because it’s the only thing that interests me, and all the rest seems superficial to me now. As if I could spend my time chitchatting when I know you are suffering!’

I wept in silence, repeating in a hushed voice, ‘Stay strong, my little mom. I have a surprise for you. In a few days, I will arrive somewhere, in a village by the side of the river. I will go and hide in the church, because the guerrillas will be looking for me everywhere, and I will be frightened. But from a distance, I’ll see the church tower, and I’ll find the priest. He will have a telephone and I’ll dial your number. That is the only one I have not forgotten: Dos doce, veintitres, cero tres. I will hear it ringing-once, twice, three times. You’re always busy doing something. Finally you’ll pick up. I will hear the sound of your voice, and I will let it echo for a few moments in the void, just long enough to offer up my thanks. I will say, ‘Mom?’ and you will reply ‘Astrica?’ because our voices are similar, and it can only be her. And then I’ll say, ‘No, Mamita, it’s me, Ingrid.’

My God! How many times have I imagined that scene?

”

- Ingrid Betancourt | Even Silence Has an End

"See, our trees stand and the houses we live in endure. Only we, we alone drift past all of it - as..."

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 08:00:00 +1300

“See, our trees stand and the houses we live in endure. Only we, we alone drift past all of it - as if air no more than changed places with air.”

- The Second Elegy | Rainer Maria Rilke

Beautiful Life |丁可 You see, birds in the sky Flying so high...

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 09:03:49 +1300

Beautiful Life |丁可

You see, birds in the sky 
Flying so high 
Got everywhere to go

You find, faces with smile
Only delight
No sorrow

You hear, calls from your friends
Songs from your heart
you never alone

You draw, picture you want
Dream in your life
No sorrow

When everyone passed by
You ain't left behind
I always stand by 

When the sunset arrives
Your world is still bright
By the heart of light
Cos we always strive
In the beautiful life
In the beautiful life

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"You always felt destined for stardom of one kind or another. But the fear that maybe that..."

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 23:10:00 +1300

“You always felt destined for stardom of one kind or another. But the fear that maybe that wasn’t true wouldn’t leave you alone. That you were no more than the classes you’d taken, the schools you’d attended, the books you’d read, the languages you spoke, your scholarships, your master’s thesis on Borges and the English writers, and so on, but nobody unique, with a talent only your own. You were desperate for something that was yours alone. I was yours alone, but that isn’t what you meant.”

- Say Her Name | Francisco Goldman

The Blonde Woman by Aidan Koch — this just arrived in the...

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 08:48:00 +1300

The Blonde Woman by Aidan Koch — this just arrived in the mail and its as dreamy as expected..

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fuckyeahmusicalscores: The Falling Orchestra-Max Richter...

Sat, 20 Oct 2012 15:24:08 +1300

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The Falling Orchestra-Max Richter & Elissa Lee
La Prima Linea

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