1. cussingskull:

    Goddamn. Lisa Robertson.

  2. same old bikini, but new poolside scene at the water club at borgata, featuring already-tan bachelorettes, grandmothers with their walkers, and a techno version of “forever young.” i got my nails done at the spa by a woman who said that clients requested more exciting manicures in the 90s, and that revel, probably my favorite hotel and casino in atlantic city, is closing at the end of august. it was the second place i saw rihanna and the first place i ever felt generous towards burlesque; the pop music is so good and so loud and i have had mild epiphanies to it. i was a little bit bereft and #saverevel. marc shrugged and said “survival of the fittest.” brutal

  3. elanormcinerney:

    Helen Oyeyemi | White is for Witching

    when someone’s whole attitude is dear to you


  4. "what magazine are you working for? it’ll be good to do something regular and to make money, probably. i was reading about the gynaeceum—the ‘women’s quarters’ or space, in antiquity, in the interior of a married household where a woman and her maidservants spent almost all of their time…like the original iteration of privacy, in some ways. and i was reminded of your practice of not leaving your apartment for days in the winter and basically making it a de facto gynaeceum, except that marc gets to be there too. and instead of maidservants you have like, feminist friends who come to visit you. but anyway maybe it’ll be nice to leave your ladies’ quarters? especially now that the weather is getting decent."
    — lyle
  5. when i told patricia clough i didn’t know what to do about having gotten into nyu’s performance studies program she said “you’re going to have to go into debt,” then set me up with a second opinion. randy martin, her former student, the head of a department at tisch, and a marxist, told me that i should absolutely not go into debt for grad school. they were both right, and here i am, a few years later, having my cake and eating it too. it’s hard to imagine anything better than barbara browning speaking and ann pellegrini responding in the room where i knew i was going to do it. josé had his intro class there, too, and i don’t think anyone laughed harder than i did when he compared richard schechner to lisa stansfield. 

    (Source: livinglaborconference)


  6. "i’m really into fantasy, as you know…kim is like a fantasy, period. she’s like a dream girl. and i think a dream girl should live in a dream world."
    — oh, kanye 
  7. "the terminology of computer-mediated communication implies an increasing sense of distance and alienating isolation, and the corporate hype enthuses about a new sense of interpersonal interaction. but the keystrokes of users on the net connect them to a vast distributed plane composed not merely of computers, users, and telephone lines, but all the zeroes and ones of machine code, the switches of electronic circuitry, fluctuating waves of neurochemical activity, hormonal energy, thoughts, desires…

    in spite, or perhaps even because of the screen, the digital zone facilitates unprecedented levels of spontaneous affection, intimacy, and informality, exposing the extent to which older media, especially what continues to be called ‘real life,’ come complete with a welter of inhibitions, barriers, and obstacles sidestepped by the packet-switching systems of the net. face-to-face communication—the missionary position so beloved of western man—is not at all the most direct of all possible ways to communicate.”

    —sadie plant, zeros and ones: digital women and the new technoculture, 1997

  8. R.I.P. milady’s. it was part of the trifecta of the first and only places that i have ever been truly happy (along with nylon, which was around the corner, and porto rico, the also-now-defunct coffee shop that my ex-boyfriend worked at, which was on the same street). i hung out there as an assistant at that first magazine job, and later when i was a condé nast beauty director, and later, when i got a book deal and became an editor at the times. i can assure you that no one gave a shit and that if anyone was paying for drinks it was probably me. after a day with fashion or publishing assholes i usually found this soothing.

    the bar was my living room during my mid-to-late twenties. i moved into my ex-boyfriend’s tiny studio a block away and then we moved even closer, just a few doors down. marc and i went there on an early date and he asked me to go to spain with him; aliza and i were mesmerized by this casual territorialization. it probably took me until a few weeks ago to realize that she and i were probably hypersignificantly invested in that potential hypersignificance. 

    one of my friends was a waitress at milady’s and this picture (not the one i was looking for) is from her wedding reception there. marc was like “that’s where we would have had our wedding!” but none of my old neighbors talk to me anymore and i don’t actually blame them. i decided last time we were there that it was actually the last time, which it was. 


  9. reading through my notes from deleuze class


    "how can we rewrite the past so that it changes the present into a different future?" "the nobility of failures.” “how to think a politics that isn’t a critique.” “we speak, but luckily not all the time. we also act. speaking is acting, but boring acting.” “geography, not history. spatialization is more important than the movement of events…temporality, not chronology. how space, geography, terrain give rise to ideas, concepts." "the body is a set of conflicting forces. each part of the body is an agent that wants what it wants…forces that clash are always productive.” “the text as a literary machine which produces external relations between objects. a work of art is essentially productive, produces truths.” “bergson: waiting as the proof that the world is not subjectively given.” “pain is creative…pleasure is boring, conformist.” “spinoza is interested in what i can do, not what i am…a great thinker of affects and ethics. what relations do i enter into that make me stronger? which make me weaker? what a body enables itself to do, how it grows larger than itself/actions. 'i am what i do next.'" "a theory of desire that is not about lack." "the subaltern can speak, but can i listen properly." "foucault: the practice of truth and the care of the self.” “no origin, but linkages.” “art as an ally, not an object." "how space can be deranged so bodies can act in different ways." "interested in 2 things that can’t incorporate each other but follow each other in parallel." "aphorisms…his texts meander…rhizomatic… never amends, no corrections, doesn’t change mind…concept, not argument.” “theory should be experimental—it should take risks, engender effects, produce things, make new objects of investigation. theory should be judged by what it enables us to do, not what it enables us to know.” “phenomenology is wrong. there are forces that never appear to us that we have to address." "concepts are the condition of being otherwise. they are full of hope." "topology.” “the outside is what occasions us to think and speak…not inside.” “nietzsche: the subject is a surface that acts as if it has a depth…the inside is produced by doubling/folding of outside…” “i define myself through acts—i make, i do, so a subject. to act and make is to free self.” “to be open to the future we have to forget the past even as we embody it.” “f produced an entire body of work based on judicious remembering and forgetting.” “desire makes and connects. sometimes pleasure interrupts desire.” “pleasure/desire is bodily force that can mobilize us in particular contexts—surprise—forces that act, not subjects who ask." —thank you, liz grosz. (there is more on the way.) 

    i looked at this kind of by mistake but it is exactly what i need to think about right now. 


  10. "this domestic world, which surrounds the philosopher as he moves his attention ‘backward’ from the space in which he writes, must be ‘put aside,’ or even ‘put to one side,’ in his turn toward objects as objects of perception. it is this world, which is familiar to him, that is given in the form of familiarity. what does it mean to assume that bracketing can ‘transcend’ the familiar world of experience? perhaps to bracket does not mean to transcend, even if we put something aside. we remain reliant on what we put in brackets; indeed, the activity of bracketing may sustain the fantasy that ‘what we put aside’ can be transcended in the first place. the act of ‘putting aside’ might also confirm the fantasy of a subject who is transcendent, who places himself above the contingent world of social matter, a world that differentiates objects and subjects according to how they already appear. we could question not only the formal aspects of the bracket (which creates the fantasy that we can do without what we put to one side), but also with the content of what is bracketed, with ‘what’ is ‘put aside.’ what is ‘put aside,’ we might say, is the very space of the familiar, which is also what clears the philosopher’s table and allows him to do his work."

    sara ahmed, queer phenomenology: orientations, objects, others  

    being bracketed—or behind—is dangerous. i’m not going to link to the photos.