Thursday, July 24, 2014

venusbone:

ghoulchantsister:

Scully Likes Science

Sometimes, you don’t know that you desperately need something in your life until you discover it on Youtube.

attn: venusbone

Waiting for part 2: Scully is a Medical Doctor

a poem that is my notes on the Internet from the beginning of 2011, reproduced here precisely

anneboyer:

Notes on the Internet

1.

homesickness for a virtual place/ a “not place” the pre-corporate, flush wealth of amateurism  

the dirty style, the vernacular web as inherently nostalgic, the use of irony

to conjure it up in elegiac juxtaposition    flarf as mourning

“digital poetry” which celebrated aspirational technology

and ignored, entirely, that which celebrated the vernacular reality of that technology

which had a resistance to the social internet in favor of the

aspirational code based art in its e-commerce awfulness, now kitsch

for its overreaching, innocence

the mostly failure of the “cold” technological future in favor of the “hot”

one of TMI, trolls, inflated passions, so much blowing air and

flashing, mixing, collecting

the way this manifested in art, and (barely) in literature,

which resists, always, that it has been freed from itself

into the screen

the way the internet was a giant, unfiltered affect machine

put on to feel

 

2.

 

the internet as vast desubjectification apparatus  

desubjectification as land grab

irony as desubjectification

nostalgia for the future &

nostalgia for nostalgia &

nostalgia for:

1.  the book

2.  the city

proving the death of 1. the future 2. nostalgia 3. the book and 4. the city

a private counter-longing for:

the wide margin (the internet de-urbanizing cities, the city as sham, the

city as gentrified playground, the de-urbanization evidenced in the

predicitive exurban genius emerging in new de-urbanized vanguards)

language freed from the book (the open, endless vertical of the screen)

 

3.  also:

*EXPATATION

*WHAT IS CONTEMPORARY ? The blank space between the stars.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

ethiopienne:

Help fund Happy Birthday, Marsha!

Happy Birthday, Marsha! tells the story of legendary best friends, Marsha “Pay it No Mind” Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, and the bold everyday decisions they made that helped spark the 1969 Stonewall riots. 

When Marsha and Sylvia, self-proclaimed “street queens” – homeless, Black & Latina trans women – ignite the Stonewall Rebellion, they change LGBT politics forever. It’s a hot summer day in June, 1969. Marsha throws a party, but no one shows up. Meanwhile, Sylvia gets stoned and forgets the party after unsuccessfully introducing her lover to her family. Throughout the difficult day, the friends struggle with harassment and alienation before converging at the Stonewall Inn to finally celebrate Marsha’s birth. Unbeknownst to them, the NYPD has plans to raid the bar that night. Happy Birthday, Marsha! is the story of two brave best friends and the everyday decisions they made that changed the course of history.

Why are we making Happy Birthday, Marsha?
We truly believe how we tell the stories of our heroes matters, so we are drawing upon our community to make this film because we have an opportunity to make a movie written, directed and produced by people living Sylvia & Marsha’s legacy through our own work. It’s been 45 years since the Stonewall rebellion yet the leading role that street queens, trans women of color and gender non-conforming people had during the riots hasn’t received the recognition it deserves. By making Happy Birthday, Marsha! we are seeking to change that, but we need your help to make it happen.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014
dynastylnoire:

hikergirl:

Here is the link to the City Lab article and the link to the actual website, Turn On Detroit’s Water.
h/t to amomenttothink for retweeting this.

boooooooooooooooooost

dynastylnoire:

hikergirl:

Here is the link to the City Lab article and the link to the actual website, Turn On Detroit’s Water.

h/t to amomenttothink for retweeting this.

boooooooooooooooooost

mawbli:

me, i am in this—

it’s too soon to tell how effective the throat surgery has been, and i don’t know when i’ll be able to tell but the last few days have really not been great and i’m trying to avoid internet comments from people who say it made everything worse for them—there’s one person who seems to have posted the same story about how getting this operation was an awful mistake on about 50 different message boards and i’m trying not to keep reading it. i can’t say i blame them for doing their best to get the word out, considering. although i think they had a more radical version of the surgery than i did, and for different reasons, and they also end with: “My guess is people with severe problems or who are crude by nature may be good candidates. Otherwise, don’t do it!” and i’m not quite sure what they mean by this but i did have severe problems, at least. this morning i had more pain and took a bigger dose of vicodin and it’s reminding me a little of how it felt to take robitussin recreationally with j. in high school, in a way that’s neither bad nor good, and i’m spending another afternoon sitting in my room listening to the cocteau twins and trying to get distance from how my body feels by photographing how it looks

it’s too soon to tell how effective the throat surgery has been, and i don’t know when i’ll be able to tell but the last few days have really not been great and i’m trying to avoid internet comments from people who say it made everything worse for them—there’s one person who seems to have posted the same story about how getting this operation was an awful mistake on about 50 different message boards and i’m trying not to keep reading it. i can’t say i blame them for doing their best to get the word out, considering. although i think they had a more radical version of the surgery than i did, and for different reasons, and they also end with: “My guess is people with severe problems or who are crude by nature may be good candidates. Otherwise, don’t do it!” and i’m not quite sure what they mean by this but i did have severe problems, at least. this morning i had more pain and took a bigger dose of vicodin and it’s reminding me a little of how it felt to take robitussin recreationally with j. in high school, in a way that’s neither bad nor good, and i’m spending another afternoon sitting in my room listening to the cocteau twins and trying to get distance from how my body feels by photographing how it looks

frvt:

this is how i would want my wikipedia article to end

frvt:

this is how i would want my wikipedia article to end

Monday, July 21, 2014