Island on an island (via existential media)
My friend Ninian drew a picture of me tonight. Here’s what his email said about it:
I can’t remember why I was chanting this on Friday.
We went to Living in a Disco in Dreams in Dalston and Adrian started shouting the first part of it for a reason I can’t remember and I started shouting the second part of it to get Ninian through a lacklustre song and Ninian put his hands together and this came out.
[This is appropriate for me lately I think.]
alishabeth: “I am writing My Life to laugh at myself, and I am succeeding.” —CASANOVA
A good stop-motion video for “Ready, Able,” by Grizzly Bear. Directed by Allison Schulnik.
blah blah art blah
dissentience: So the turbine hall thingy was okaaayyyyy… Why were the walls soft? Shouldn’t they be hard and cold? Why was everyone talking about stupid crap like holidays and haircuts? Shouldn’t you all be shutting the fuck up?
Yeah the noise annoyed me a lot and I started thinking about if that was intended as part of it like did he know people would be all shit tourist and not art tourist and it’s meant to be half dark and half light to be more banal and make fun of people without knowing of them and it wasn’t as good as Blind Light and then I felt snobbish but then I thought I had too many thoughts.
alishabeth: Casanova’s ideal liaison had elements beyond sex, including complicated plots, heroes and villains, and gallant outcomes. In a pattern he often repeated, he would discover an attractive woman in trouble with a brutish or jealous lover (Act I); he would ameliorate her difficulty (Act II); she would show her gratitude; he would seduce her; a short exciting affair would ensue (Act III); feeling a loss of ardor or boredom setting in, he would plead his unworthiness and arrange for her marriage or pairing with a worthy man, then exit the scene (Act IV). As William Bolitho points out in Twelve Against the Gods, the secret of Casanova’s success with women “had nothing more esoteric in it than [offering] what every woman who respects herself must demand: all that he had, all that he was, with (to set off the lack of legality) the dazzling attraction of the lump sum over what is more regularly doled out in a lifetime of installments.”
dissentience: Look at that fucking Frijj.
Not mine! Couldn’t quite stomach milkshake for breakfast…just hella carbs protein caffeine…
