“Aftermath of Obliteration of Eternity”
Finally hopped over to Chelsea to see Yayoi Kusama at the Gagosian gallery. I wanted to stay in her infinity room forever but got kicked out. Ends tomorrow, go go go!
A letter and a rose to brighten things up.
Cigarettes and coffee. Minus the cigarettes. Plus the Otis. Plus, plus, plus.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
-Wilde
Guilty.
Yale: You are so self-righteous, you know. I mean we’re just people. we’re just human beings, you know? You think you’re God.
Isaac: I… I gotta model myself after someone.
Mixed feelings in black and white. Mostly re: Woody Allen, movie making, and life and shit.
(Screen caps from Allen’s Manhattan)
so i’m getting this sense of restlessness
dissatisfaction with life
yoiu have all this creative energy
but it’s suppressed by the lack of opportunity to go out
you’re not challenged
your brain wanders to a better place, an ideal place, where you think you will be satisfied
but will you?
you want to be taken care of
but you’ve grown
accustomed to having to do it yourself
which you might resent
even though it has benefitted you
you prefer to be just a girl
but you can’t
and that bothers you
Found this while treasure hunting back home during the holidays. Not much has changed. Still totally into kitties and pagers. I probably used that money to buy candy and Hello Kitty stickers though.
It’s Beautiful Here, Isn’t It?
Dream and Awake
Handpicked form the internets.
“Therefore let us agree that the idea of eternal return implies a perspective from which things appear other than as we know them: they appear without the mitigating circumstance of their transitory nature. This mitigating circumstance prevents us from coming to a verdict. For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”
-Unbearable Lightness of Being
Trop trop trop. Tellement qu’il me blesse.
One thing at a time, takes way too much time.
From Hopiel:
I read this article in scientific american. It explored the possibility of humans forming real, rewarding relationships with programmed robots. The following is what Helen Fisher, biological anthropologist, had to say: love seems dependent on 3 things: sex, romance, and deep attachments. One can trigger the sex drive by just reading a book or seeing a movie–it doesnt have to be triggered by a human being. you can feel a deep attachment to your land, your house, an idea, a desk, alcohol or whatever, so it seems logical that you can fall deeply attached to a robot. And when it comes to romantic love, you can fall madly in love with someone who doesnt know you exist. It shows how much we want to love.
HM.
But can a robot pet your hair and feed you carrots at the same time? And massage your feet and tell you you’re cute even though you cough like an old man? And can they notice when you’re angry about the dumbest things but pretend that they’re not dumb at all? And can robots react to your reactions and make you smile even when your stubborn self does not want to smile? And can they dance like Michael Jackson (but not really)?
Oh they can? Nevermind then.
A celebration of the Hindu new year in Bali where people completely devote the day and themselves to self-reflection.
Nothing is open, lights are turned off, and no one works, travels, talks, or even eats. The Balinese restrict themselves from everything they can in order keep this day.
And tomorrow is ngembak geni, where everyone makes an effort to ask each other for forgiveness.
How idyllic. How idyllic. How idyllic.
I’m hungry.