For a while, there was a period where, when people heard someone address me as...– Professor Ricardo Ortiz
The perverse leather bottom, unrecognized as such by the students, is instead...– Jasbir Puar, Terrorist Assemblages Fringe benefit of grad school: getting to read biopolitical, queer theory critiques of the Lemmiwinks episode of South Park.
Speaking in cliche is like biting on a plumstone which someone else has spat...– A.E. Rauter
What is realized in my history is neither the past definite as what was, since...– Jacques Lacan Time is becoming a funny thing…
Dubstep is the future; it’s the new hip-hop, it’s the new metal, it’s the new...– Jonathan Davis, frontman of Korn Further reason to hate dubstep.
Between a children’s progress from a heavenly world to a world that is a...– Fanny Howe, Radical Love
Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With...– Matthew Arnold, from “Stanzas from the Grand Chartreuse”
The future, as Annie’s hymn to the hope of ‘Tomorrow’...– Lee Edelman, No Future
An act itself is a repetition, a sedimentation, and congealment of the past...– Judith Butler, Bodies That Matter I think this is another one of those “I’m not sleeping tonight” moments.
Together As Fun People: DFA, Done Deux →
togetherasfunpeople: Two fantastic new tracks out of the DFA camp recently. The first [Holy Ghost! - I Wanted To Tell Her (feat. Nancy Whang & the Juan Maclean)] represents everything that I could hope for the post-disco synthy soundscape remade in LCD’s image. Consider it DFA’s Megazord, minus the green ranger (James Murphy, of course). The second [Factory Floor - Two...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-11-6) →
Frightened Rabbit (24) Clogs (8) 植松伸夫 (6) Phoenix (4) Radiohead (4) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
My Surreal Moment of the Day
During the break in the middle of my class on Marx, someone left gift certificates on the table for us. When I left the room to go on break, I left a room wrapping up a heated discussion on the fetish of the commodity; when I returned, I found a room in bustling thrill at the prospect of saving 40% at the GAP this weekend.
M. Degas Teaches Art And Science At Durfee...
Jokes in poems don’t have punchlines.– Philip Levine
In honor of my dinner with the US Poet Laureate...
here is an Onion article making fun of how seriously I’m taking this: Distressed Nation Turns To Poet Laureate For Solace.
When Sarah found the hammers, she wasn’t sure quite what to do with them. They’d been left secreted in a pile behind the water heater in the basement, spawned by some disregard both neat and negligent. There must have been dozens of them – too many, at least, for her to care to count -– but skeined together so not a single hammer was untouched by another. The pile reached high, there,...