Linkdump 11.02.2008
Yeah, I wasn't kidding about there being more.
*Debauchette, a deliciously dirty sex blog which has so rapidly become my favorite there are come stains everywhere;
"And I had dangerous thoughts. The fact I liked it felt dangerous. The fact it resembled rape and yet my cunt was the wettest it had ever been felt wholly anti-femininist, or the fact he was so hyper-masculine, brutish, muscular, animalistic, the fact there was no way we had any emotional or intellectual connection - I was La Muta, to him, not a reasonably intelligent woman with a reasonably prestigious grant. The way he fucked me, like he was fucking me into submission, felt dangerous. This was a politically incorrect fuck and I was a bad feminist for loving it. And wanting it. And wanting it to go on forever."
*In Partial Defense Of Sodcasting;
"...that if the sound of the street could only be heard by one person at a time, then it wasn't the sound of the street any longer."
*WorldMeters gives you all the depressing up to date data you do not need, but that you need so very bad. The price of a bottle of beer in Zimbabwe is 3,794,381 Zimbabwe dollars. As of this minute.
*The Death Of Postmodernism (And Beyond) (Mind the luddism);
"Let me explain. Postmodernism conceived of contemporary culture as a spectacle before which the individual sat powerless, and within which questions of the real were problematised. It therefore emphasised the television or the cinema screen. Its successor, which I will call pseudo-modernism, makes the individual’s action the necessary condition of the cultural product. Pseudo-modernism includes all television or radio programmes or parts of programmes, all ‘texts’, whose content and dynamics are invented or directed by the participating viewer or listener (although these latter terms, with their passivity and emphasis on reception, are obsolete: whatever a telephoning Big Brother voter or a telephoning 6-0-6 football fan are doing, they are not simply viewing or listening)."
*Will you tell one of my favorite singers, Poe, what you dreamt last night?
*Fabulous (and two years old) article on The Believer and N+1, two beautiful magazines;
"One afternoon in July, I wandered over to n+1's offices - that is, to the apartment near the Brooklyn Museum that Keith Gessen shares with two roommates - to watch Allison Lorentzen, the managing editor, assorted staff members, friends and interns coax the third issue toward production. As the editors entered data into their subscription lists, pausing now and then to munch on a baby carrot or a morsel of rugelach, we chatted about a variety of topics, many of which happened to be other, older little magazines - Politics, Partisan Review, Dissent - and the legendary figures who wrote for them. The air was so thick with Lionel Trilling, Edmund Wilson, Hannah Arendt and Dwight Macdonald that Gessen later sent me an e-mail message hoping to correct the impression that all he and his colleagues ever talked about were the public intellectuals of the past. "Left to our own devices, we also talk about rock 'n' roll music," he said."
*The Society Of The Spectacle, by Guy Debord.
*Alejandro Jodorowsky;
"...is a philosopher, scholar in comparative religion, playwright, director, producer, composer, actor, mime, comic book writer, tarot card reader and historian, and psychotherapist."
*Dorothy Parker makes beautiful poetry. Unfortunate Coincidence;
"By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying."
*Downloadable PDF version of madman Terrence McKenna's Food Of The Gods ('The Search For The Original Tree Of Knowledge; A Radical History Of Plants, Drugs, And Human Evolution').
*The ineffable history of the Brown Dog Affair;
"...it involved the infiltration of University of London medical lectures by Swedish women activists, pitched battles between medical students and the police, police protection for the statue of a dog, a libel trial at the Royal Courts of Justice, and the establishment of a Royal Commission to investigate the use of animals in experiments. The affair became a cause célèbre that reportedly divided the country."
*The Party;
*It has come, and it will demolish you. Lolsheviks.
*I have not yet listened to any of Bob Dylan's Expecting Rain, but you damn well should not follow that path.
*There are a million billion books on the Universal Digital Library. There is everything you will ever want. I am not even kidding.
*Here are some nice reviews of Triangulation: End Of Time. There are others, but I did not bookmark those! Fuck those reviews. We don't need them.
*Full text of perfect beautiful classic Walden, by Henry David Thoreau;
"We are the subjects of an experiment which is not a little interesting to me. Can we not do without the society of our gossips a little while under these circumstances - have our own thoughts to cheer us? Confucius says truly, 'Virtue does not remain as an abandoned orphan; it must of necessity have neighbors.'"
*An Open-Source Speculative Fiction Magazine Model is what everyone craves in their dark dessicated hearts.
*I have no idea how I came across fascinating snippet-scene groupblog Ebon Shelf, but I can't really gripe.
*Full text of Tom Godwin's seminal sci-fi text which I have not read, Space Prison.
*Oh, and Vinge's Rainbows End. Free online. Just so you know.
*Jeff Vandermeer has something to say to you about steampunk. You will listen to Jeff Vandermeer. You don't want him to get angry;
"...you want Victoria in your coat pocket, if you want the world that comes with her, all that possibility, all that terrible, arrogant, gorgeous technology, take it all, make it true, be honest and ruthless with it, or you’re just gluing gears to your fingers and running around telling everyone you’re a choo-choo train. Get punk or go home-and think, for just a precious second, about what punk means, the rage and iconoclasm and desperation, the nihilism and unsentimental ecstasy of punk rock. I’ve heard the punk suffix mocked soundly by everyone I know-but we should be so lucky as to live up to it."
*The Eight Wonder Of The World. Is this true? Could it be true? Let it be so very true. It needs to be, the world needs every newspaper carpeted with it;
"But the 'Temples of Damanhur' are not the great legacy of some long-lost civilisation, they are the work of a 57-year-old former insurance broker from northern Italy who, inspired by a childhood vision, began digging into the rock. "
*Do you want to party? If I were partying, and I were in California, I think I would party. I would party at the DNA Lounge.
*Coilhouse's Top Seven Icons Of Alien Beauty;
*Simon Armitage's It ain't what you do, it's what it does to you;
"I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one pair
of busted Levi's and a bowie knife.
I have lived with thieves in Manchester."
*Susannah Breslin's The Hardyman;
"Yet Jack could feel doubt, like a shadow, creeping up alongside him. After all, there was no way he alone could bring an end to such a stellar struggle. He would fail to negotiate a strategic peace capable of preventing his world’s destruction. His body would betray him in the end, clinging desperately back onto itself rather than morphing into a fusion cannon powered by black holes or a combat-deck equipped with radiated weapons."
*It is very important you read Alterati's glorious un-manifesto. I am not exxagerating, or being sassy, as I do. It is important. It will help.
"The only way out of this cycle is to create, and forget about trying to be original."
*The Power Of Narrative, of course, is the only political blog I have ever seen with a soul, a heart, a moral center, and tears streaming down its face. As it should be. Read. Read, goddamn you.
*Exactitudes is just fucking great.
*Absurdly long and detailed account of the Chicago Seven trial, seriously, there are a million pages there and most of them are either really depressing or perfect.
*Playing For Keeps;
"Playing for Keeps is a free novel delivered via podcast in audio and PDF form. It tells the story of Keepsie Branson, a bar owner in the shining metropolis of Seventh City: birthplace of super powers. Keepsie and her friends live among egotistical heroes and manipulative villains, and manage to fall directly in the middle as people with powers, but who just aren't strong enough to make a difference. Or that's what they've been told. As the city begins to melt down, it's hard to tell who are the good guys and who are the bad."
*The Crazy Rulers Of The World is a documentary about goats.
Would you believe i'm not done yet?
*Debauchette, a deliciously dirty sex blog which has so rapidly become my favorite there are come stains everywhere;
"And I had dangerous thoughts. The fact I liked it felt dangerous. The fact it resembled rape and yet my cunt was the wettest it had ever been felt wholly anti-femininist, or the fact he was so hyper-masculine, brutish, muscular, animalistic, the fact there was no way we had any emotional or intellectual connection - I was La Muta, to him, not a reasonably intelligent woman with a reasonably prestigious grant. The way he fucked me, like he was fucking me into submission, felt dangerous. This was a politically incorrect fuck and I was a bad feminist for loving it. And wanting it. And wanting it to go on forever."
*In Partial Defense Of Sodcasting;
"...that if the sound of the street could only be heard by one person at a time, then it wasn't the sound of the street any longer."
*WorldMeters gives you all the depressing up to date data you do not need, but that you need so very bad. The price of a bottle of beer in Zimbabwe is 3,794,381 Zimbabwe dollars. As of this minute.
*The Death Of Postmodernism (And Beyond) (Mind the luddism);
"Let me explain. Postmodernism conceived of contemporary culture as a spectacle before which the individual sat powerless, and within which questions of the real were problematised. It therefore emphasised the television or the cinema screen. Its successor, which I will call pseudo-modernism, makes the individual’s action the necessary condition of the cultural product. Pseudo-modernism includes all television or radio programmes or parts of programmes, all ‘texts’, whose content and dynamics are invented or directed by the participating viewer or listener (although these latter terms, with their passivity and emphasis on reception, are obsolete: whatever a telephoning Big Brother voter or a telephoning 6-0-6 football fan are doing, they are not simply viewing or listening)."
*Will you tell one of my favorite singers, Poe, what you dreamt last night?
*Fabulous (and two years old) article on The Believer and N+1, two beautiful magazines;
"One afternoon in July, I wandered over to n+1's offices - that is, to the apartment near the Brooklyn Museum that Keith Gessen shares with two roommates - to watch Allison Lorentzen, the managing editor, assorted staff members, friends and interns coax the third issue toward production. As the editors entered data into their subscription lists, pausing now and then to munch on a baby carrot or a morsel of rugelach, we chatted about a variety of topics, many of which happened to be other, older little magazines - Politics, Partisan Review, Dissent - and the legendary figures who wrote for them. The air was so thick with Lionel Trilling, Edmund Wilson, Hannah Arendt and Dwight Macdonald that Gessen later sent me an e-mail message hoping to correct the impression that all he and his colleagues ever talked about were the public intellectuals of the past. "Left to our own devices, we also talk about rock 'n' roll music," he said."
*The Society Of The Spectacle, by Guy Debord.
*Alejandro Jodorowsky;
"...is a philosopher, scholar in comparative religion, playwright, director, producer, composer, actor, mime, comic book writer, tarot card reader and historian, and psychotherapist."
*Dorothy Parker makes beautiful poetry. Unfortunate Coincidence;
"By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying."
*Downloadable PDF version of madman Terrence McKenna's Food Of The Gods ('The Search For The Original Tree Of Knowledge; A Radical History Of Plants, Drugs, And Human Evolution').
*The ineffable history of the Brown Dog Affair;
"...it involved the infiltration of University of London medical lectures by Swedish women activists, pitched battles between medical students and the police, police protection for the statue of a dog, a libel trial at the Royal Courts of Justice, and the establishment of a Royal Commission to investigate the use of animals in experiments. The affair became a cause célèbre that reportedly divided the country."
*The Party;
*It has come, and it will demolish you. Lolsheviks.
*I have not yet listened to any of Bob Dylan's Expecting Rain, but you damn well should not follow that path.
*There are a million billion books on the Universal Digital Library. There is everything you will ever want. I am not even kidding.
*Here are some nice reviews of Triangulation: End Of Time. There are others, but I did not bookmark those! Fuck those reviews. We don't need them.
*Full text of perfect beautiful classic Walden, by Henry David Thoreau;
"We are the subjects of an experiment which is not a little interesting to me. Can we not do without the society of our gossips a little while under these circumstances - have our own thoughts to cheer us? Confucius says truly, 'Virtue does not remain as an abandoned orphan; it must of necessity have neighbors.'"
*An Open-Source Speculative Fiction Magazine Model is what everyone craves in their dark dessicated hearts.
*I have no idea how I came across fascinating snippet-scene groupblog Ebon Shelf, but I can't really gripe.
*Full text of Tom Godwin's seminal sci-fi text which I have not read, Space Prison.
*Oh, and Vinge's Rainbows End. Free online. Just so you know.
*Jeff Vandermeer has something to say to you about steampunk. You will listen to Jeff Vandermeer. You don't want him to get angry;
"...you want Victoria in your coat pocket, if you want the world that comes with her, all that possibility, all that terrible, arrogant, gorgeous technology, take it all, make it true, be honest and ruthless with it, or you’re just gluing gears to your fingers and running around telling everyone you’re a choo-choo train. Get punk or go home-and think, for just a precious second, about what punk means, the rage and iconoclasm and desperation, the nihilism and unsentimental ecstasy of punk rock. I’ve heard the punk suffix mocked soundly by everyone I know-but we should be so lucky as to live up to it."
*The Eight Wonder Of The World. Is this true? Could it be true? Let it be so very true. It needs to be, the world needs every newspaper carpeted with it;
"But the 'Temples of Damanhur' are not the great legacy of some long-lost civilisation, they are the work of a 57-year-old former insurance broker from northern Italy who, inspired by a childhood vision, began digging into the rock. "
*Do you want to party? If I were partying, and I were in California, I think I would party. I would party at the DNA Lounge.
*Coilhouse's Top Seven Icons Of Alien Beauty;
*Simon Armitage's It ain't what you do, it's what it does to you;
"I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one pair
of busted Levi's and a bowie knife.
I have lived with thieves in Manchester."
*Susannah Breslin's The Hardyman;
"Yet Jack could feel doubt, like a shadow, creeping up alongside him. After all, there was no way he alone could bring an end to such a stellar struggle. He would fail to negotiate a strategic peace capable of preventing his world’s destruction. His body would betray him in the end, clinging desperately back onto itself rather than morphing into a fusion cannon powered by black holes or a combat-deck equipped with radiated weapons."
*It is very important you read Alterati's glorious un-manifesto. I am not exxagerating, or being sassy, as I do. It is important. It will help.
"The only way out of this cycle is to create, and forget about trying to be original."
*The Power Of Narrative, of course, is the only political blog I have ever seen with a soul, a heart, a moral center, and tears streaming down its face. As it should be. Read. Read, goddamn you.
*Exactitudes is just fucking great.
*Absurdly long and detailed account of the Chicago Seven trial, seriously, there are a million pages there and most of them are either really depressing or perfect.
*Playing For Keeps;
"Playing for Keeps is a free novel delivered via podcast in audio and PDF form. It tells the story of Keepsie Branson, a bar owner in the shining metropolis of Seventh City: birthplace of super powers. Keepsie and her friends live among egotistical heroes and manipulative villains, and manage to fall directly in the middle as people with powers, but who just aren't strong enough to make a difference. Or that's what they've been told. As the city begins to melt down, it's hard to tell who are the good guys and who are the bad."
*The Crazy Rulers Of The World is a documentary about goats.
Would you believe i'm not done yet?