waking up still drinky
uff. woke up this morning still drinky. yesterday spent the day at the orgy of consuming that is the state fair. see see see, buy buy buy. it was lovely to enter that mindset, where overpriced crap food and candy and squeegies and games all look really good. saw duck racing, pig racing, an 854 pound pumpkin that looked like an obese person, and everything you would expect statefairing. except there weren't all that many obese people and a surprising dearth of mullets. after all that went out drinking and show seeing in durham. it was at this reclaimed industrial space that now houses a vintagey thrift store and a venue. the bands were interesting if you didn't really watch them too closely. i realised somewhere in there that i like sentences that follow the A as B structure, such as a headline i saw today: living room as art. thus i invented the Random Theory Generator, which goes like this: insert any of these or other words into the structure to get a theory. could prove fruitful.
_________ as ______________
insert: body, language, art, symbol, text, power, pet, truth, beauty, living room, abandonded building, club, fashion, philosophy, culture, self, furniture, religion, sex, space, time, desire, metaphor, idol, drugs, class struggle, nothing, music, entertainment, game, fate
et voila! a theory of your very own! (class struggle as living room, text as power, time as beauty, sex as religion, fashion as furninture, self as pet)
the more i slog through academic theories i find myself quite unable to take them as holistic or "true" but i do find them very interesting to play with, a kind of machine you put data through as an experiment to see what comes out on the other side.
so yulp jet came to visit today and we poked around day-afterland, searching for exotic food, music and head shop stuff she can't get out in the middles of nowhere. truth be told i'd been drinky thursday and friday too, searching kicks and selectively forgetting all the tons and tons of work that i can't pretend today don't face me. i mock my homework by spending hours reading a biography of foucault, some edgar cayce, roland barthes or st. augustine.
my best to you and your family eric, i tried sending a small wish to you yesterday but it came out anonymous by accident.
_________ as ______________
insert: body, language, art, symbol, text, power, pet, truth, beauty, living room, abandonded building, club, fashion, philosophy, culture, self, furniture, religion, sex, space, time, desire, metaphor, idol, drugs, class struggle, nothing, music, entertainment, game, fate
et voila! a theory of your very own! (class struggle as living room, text as power, time as beauty, sex as religion, fashion as furninture, self as pet)
the more i slog through academic theories i find myself quite unable to take them as holistic or "true" but i do find them very interesting to play with, a kind of machine you put data through as an experiment to see what comes out on the other side.
so yulp jet came to visit today and we poked around day-afterland, searching for exotic food, music and head shop stuff she can't get out in the middles of nowhere. truth be told i'd been drinky thursday and friday too, searching kicks and selectively forgetting all the tons and tons of work that i can't pretend today don't face me. i mock my homework by spending hours reading a biography of foucault, some edgar cayce, roland barthes or st. augustine.
my best to you and your family eric, i tried sending a small wish to you yesterday but it came out anonymous by accident.