13 Apr 2014 / 0 notes
Isn’t it funny that materials replaced magic in both zombie folklore and in science? We used to think that disease came from spirits, and likewise we used to think that zombies were the dead brought back to life. Now we know that disease comes from mindless germs and viruses; zombies, too, are now not dead persons re-“awoken” but are rather living bodies corrupted and figuratively “deadened” by disease. What happened to the ghost? What happened to the souls of our infections?
It’s surprisingly sophisticated of us to have remade our metaphors to reflect an understanding that materials need not have immaterial souls to be transformative agents in the construction of our selves. Current-day zombies (and the current-day ill) are unwilling cyborgs… though I feel like Susan Sontag would have a problem with this, and I probably do too, since I don’t really like zombies, kind of find this whole lurid zombie obsession that people have downright creepy… the idea that disease turns you into a literal monster that deserves to be shot in the face seems problematic, to say the least.
13 Apr 2014 / 1 note
I asked for some attitude and they brought me some attitude
12 Apr 2014 / 3 notes
12 Apr 2014 / 2 notes
well if you want to talk about the authenticity or nonauthenticity of self-directed learning, I didn’t realize that that ee cummings poem I posted is probably the most famous poem he ever wrote, I just posted it because I randomly opened the page to it and it jumped out at me, really grabbed me where it counts. but, again, I thought to google it because when I reread it those last two lines seemed strangely familiar to me. did “someone else” or “society” implant my taste in ee cummings, and am I so insecure as to find this a problem? the “only” reason I like Beck or country music is because of my dad, and I really do love my dad and Beck and country music!! like if God tells you to love the flowers are you really going to take offense?
10 Apr 2014 / 1 note
10 Apr 2014 / 4 notes
I am sitting on this bench and there are these lovely people sitting on another bench far in front of me who I don’t really know and who I’ve taken to be shy folks (as I am, sometimes), and they’re doing handstands together and they’re just so pretty I love them
the other day I met with a campus security officer to get approval for the show I’m putting on and he saw the big headphones around my neck and said I should be careful about wearing those on campus, because the security officers drive around on their cars and I might not be able to hear them. I asked “you’re gonna run me over!” and he said no, no, you just it’s good to be alert and it made me feel very bad, this idea that I needed to be alert in an otherwise careless pedestrian space, that in my workplace and in my home I should always be on my guard, lest I be hurt by powerful and distracted people.
I’ve been feeling so shy lately, and feeling bleak, and worrying that my happiness is highly contingent… does other people’s happiness require as much upkeep as mine seems to require? is it normal to always be desiring so much?
today I bought some iced coffee and an e e cummings book, and for class I’m reading about Japanese noise, and for the first time this week the sunshine doesn’t feel like a rude and overwhelming imposition… yeah, today I think I like the sunshine, which, hopefully, well I’ll be enjoying it while it lasts.
10 Apr 2014 / 2 notes
another thing at reed for all you freaks out there… i will be performing with some dancers and a singing robot… we will be doing aerobics an shit…
9 Apr 2014 / 3 notes