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I dreamt I was learning a language with two important words, wimak and mak. You used ‘mak’ in factual sentences where the basis for your assertion was anything you could touch (including taste) and ‘wimak’ if what you knew came from dreams, communication with ghosts, or intuition. Stuff you saw or heard was an unmarked case. People argued about whether tv or internet was wimak or not. #linguistdreams

@nicole You probably noticed, as I just did, the mention of "transsexual brothels" as Saudade local color.

You have to wonder, in this world of cultivars where body modification is a matter of course, what would transsexuality as such even look like? And would it still carry anything like the erotic charge it does in our world? I have suspicions!

@vance_maverick You should read! It’s a good novel and I would believe my reaction is more a fact about me than a fact about the book.

@AngryTransLady Good luck with the appointment and getting back your money!

@vance_maverick Flâneuring nostalgia is definitely part of it! I don't get the same feeling from 1920s lit because the support structure is at least more visible. We know that Clarissa is upper-class, Bloom isn't but we see how a walking-around style fits his workday. In this book the supports of life must exist somehow, but they're almost all cropped out of the picture; and that's the part that reminds me, of all things, of Instagram curation.

I enjoyed reading Am Fluß, but why, a few chapters in, did I start responding to it with the kind of aspirational envy one associates with social media?

The book is about a woman who spends her life walking around the margins of cities and having complex thoughts. Family is alluded to; in one chapter she looks for a job, though it ends up being more an allegory than anything else. She has some happenstance meetings. Otherwise it's pretty much all elective solitude.

The depth of the prose, and the implicit relation it bears to all this idle time, is what makes it seem like walking around and having thoughts is now a luxury good.

@glossydinosaur The Icelandic-Korean axis is a good one! What are those pickups, do you think?

This piece, which starts out sounding like "Electric Counterpoint" with fewer tracks but does not end that way, is the most striking music I've heard in a long time:

youtube.com/watch?v=lW1AU5TgkX

RIP, condolences to his daughter. Passages of "Passage to Juneau" stayed with me for years.

nytimes.com/2023/01/18/books/j

I’m listening to a legal lecture right now, where the speaker just reminded us that we should advise clients to terminate seasonal employees annually to prevent them from earning paid family leave, and I am again reminded that everything is horribly broken.

@siege My kid is 11, Clue is her favorite movie, the jiggling boobs and other innuendo are completely beside the point. Sounds like Oscar is a recommend?!

✅ Raining in the Mountain
✅ La Jetée
🇯🇵 Battles Without Honor and Humility
🤥 Pinocchio (2022)
🚣‍♀️ Céline and Julie Go Boating

Ah, La Jetée. It’s dream logic is as deft as its execution. 💕

I’d forgotten how massively influential this photo novel was to my own filmmaking experiments back in the late 90’s. In the early naughts, I wrote (and with a friend, photographed) a photo novel of my own, complete with a unicorn (of a sort) and a werewolf (of a sort).

Post-production never happened. I was in law school, and then I was homeless and poor, and now I am shackled to a very hungry career. But the negatives exist; anything is possible.

All of the stories I tried to tell were queer and filled with trans longing, whether they were about human-sized puppets animated with the swappable souls of birds, or, in this case, the romance between an ugly unicorn and a lonely virgin.

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@pauline I've read that Antonioni ordered the Yardbirds to do that bit because he couldn't be bothered to pay for the Who. Whether true or not, the story perfectly encapsulates the essence of both Antonioni & Beck.

I'm never going to _enjoy_ sticking a long-ass needle in my thigh and my native squeamishness always drags the process out too long; still, each Saturday morning right after making the date with my endocrine system is when it most feels like accounts are settled, briefly, with the world and it might be possible to move on.

For most of the pandemic a bright green kite was stuck 100 feet up in the crown of a pine tree next door. Seeing it always bummed me out, it was a wrong state of affairs nobody could fix.

The atmospheric river finally just shook it loose into our yard. Turns out the bright green quality was owing to it being either a dragon or maybe a T. Rex (because arms).

We hung it on a gate where it flapped in the wind and freaked out the neighborhood cats. Next day it was gone. Could be the original owner has it back now; could be they’ve learned something about pine trees.

TUCSON, 1994 - Our protagonist is listening to “Alive” by Pearl Jam, doesn’t understand that the “she” in the first verse (mother) and the “she” in the second verse (lover) are presumptively different people and gets the same sick feeling occasioned by freaky stories on Usenet

@oulipien I will put out, without judgment, that “rim-blown flute” is also a taxonomy

The only Jeff Beck moment I actually ever got was also the only Antonioni moment I actually ever got. Rock on.

youtube.com/watch?v=jSJGEn4FDy

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Basic models of flocking behavior are controlled by three simple rules: 1) separation: avoid crowding neighbours (short range repulsion); 2) alignment: steer towards average heading of neighbors; 3) cohesion: steer towards average position of neighbors (long range attraction). With these three simple rules, the flock moves in an extremely realistic way.