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"It's not for you to know, but for you to weep and wonder/When the death of your civilization precedes you."

--Neko Case

"The insane are always mere guests on earth, eternal strangers carrying around broken decalogues that they cannot read."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

"We are accidents/Waiting to happen."

--Radiohead

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Jun
3rd
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It didn’t occur to me then, though it certainly does now, that it was years since I’d roused myself from my stupor of misery and self-absorption; between anomie and trance, inertia and parenthesis and gnawing my own heart out, there were a lot of small, easy, everyday kindnesses I’d missed out on; and even the word *kindness* was like rising from unconsciousness into some hospital awareness of voices, and people, from a stream of digitized machines.
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
May
12th
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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked

May
10th
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She could disappear here. The arch would lead to another, and that to yet another, and take her far beyond any hope of return to the human world. Eden again. Return to animal awareness; the eternal Now before the Fall armed humanity with consciousness and care. Beyond money, beyond power and telecom and tax bills, beyond mortgages and bank loans and pensions and insurance. Beyond the day-to-day drudge of pushing the boulder of living in a society up the asymptotic slope of Mt. Entropy. Freedom without a bar code. She did not wonder the Western industrials wanted it ring-fenced… But it is an insidious Eden where everything may be had by reaching out to take. It is the determination to push that boulder of hopes and dreams through the relentless material world that makes you human. If you were to get up from this place and walk in there and never come back, the [person] that you have made yourself become would evaporate.

"It’s beautiful, it’s awe inspiring, it’s the closest I’ve come to a religious experience, and it’s the end of everything it means to be human."

"Or a gate into new ways of being human," Jake said. "What the Chaga says to me is, now you don’t need to compete for resources, now all the rules of supply and demand are torn up: there is enough here for everyone, so now you can experiment with new ways of living, new ways of interacting, new societies and structures and sociologies, knowing that you have permission to fail. Screw it up and it won’t cost you and your children your lives. Like America was, back in the pioneer days when all the religious communities came over from Europe because there was space for them to follow their beliefs without interference. Continual experiment."

— Ian McDonald, Evolution’s Shore
Apr
26th
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The next weekend she took the train to see Jonas at Princeton. The ride was pleasant and she felt very grown-up, in a strange land traveling by herself. She did not think she could ever get used to how green everything was. And yet everywhere you stopped, there was a faint odor of mold, of decay, as if no matter what you did, the trees would come back, the vines would grow over, your work would be covered up and you would rot into the moist earth, no different from anyone who had come before you. It had once been like Texas, but now it was just people, endless people; there was no room for anything new.
— Phillipp Meyer, The Son.
Apr
8th
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Oklahoma Territory…was a wild border country, a primitive and violent place where life was rough and cheap; its inhabitants were mostly fugitive slaves and savages and the most barbaric savages were white. The worst elements…were mixed together in an accursed hinterland of mud and loneliness, race prejudice, rotgut liquor, blood, and terrible tornadoes where the civilization left behind was a dream of the far past, all but forgotten. There was little worship and no law, no culture, morals, nor good manners, and nothing the least bit romantic about any of it.
— Peter Matthiessen, Shadow Country
Apr
7th
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"What season are you?"

He was silent for the space of three sips of whiskey.

"Fall," he said. "Fall in Nebraska, which is all silver and gold; silver of frost, gold of Halloween pumpkins in backyards and yellow tomatoes on the vine and bare fields of corn stubble and a yellow edge to the horizon under the purple snow clouds that come down from the Dakotas. A fall that is the cold of evenings when you make a fire and your whiskey catches the light and the heat of it, that is just like the line in the song about when the wind comes whistlin’ down the plain, and gets into the eaves and you hear the roof shingles rattle, but you’re in no hurry to worry about them, not just yet."

My God, Gaby thought, I am about to have sex with a Frank Capra movie.

— Ian McDonald, Evolution’s Shore
Mar
15th
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Tell someone he’s a Nazi long enough, and he may just become one, just for the hell of it and as a way of saying fuck you to the powers-that-be.
— Alexander Cockburn, A Colossal Wreck: A Road Trip Through Political Scandal, Corruption, And American Culture
Mar
14th
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“Whenever I feel depressed and overwhelmed, I feel the urge to shout to the world the anguish of my soul, the torments I’ve experienced, all my sorrows—but no one wants to hear about them. Then a good man comes along who portrays all my suffering in his films, and I can go see them over and over again. They show the evil faces of those who trade on others, the rich who pay no attention to the simple material needs of the poor.”
Hossein Sabzian in Close-up (Kiarostami, 1990).

“Whenever I feel depressed and overwhelmed, I feel the urge to shout to the world the anguish of my soul, the torments I’ve experienced, all my sorrows—but no one wants to hear about them. Then a good man comes along who portrays all my suffering in his films, and I can go see them over and over again. They show the evil faces of those who trade on others, the rich who pay no attention to the simple material needs of the poor.”

Hossein Sabzian in Close-up (Kiarostami, 1990).

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A couple of weeks ago, out of nowhere (I hadn’t heard from him for nearly a year), my dad emailed me to ask if I knew anything about a Lewis & Clark comic book, and where he could find back issues. (This from a man who always regarded comics with disdain, if not contempt.) The comic book is a horror fantasy in which the Lewis & Clark expedition encounters plant zombies and buffalo centaurs, among other monstrous entities. The series has become quite popular, with issues selling out, and a high demand for second and third printings of the first two issues. I sent him the first three issues, and this was his reaction:Not too sure about this ‘comic’. The guys that started it are at least creative, but other than that, not very entertaining. I think I expected something more humorous or at least paralleling fact. Actually, I though it was pretty trashy; think I’ll stick to the Stephen Ambrose version.By contrast, I’ve found the series to be highly amusing and entertaining. Knowing that my dad thinks this series is “trashy” only enhances my appreciation of it. Meanwhile, the lonesome wind continues to moan across the vast desert landscape between a father and son. <insert coyote howl>

A couple of weeks ago, out of nowhere (I hadn’t heard from him for nearly a year), my dad emailed me to ask if I knew anything about a Lewis & Clark comic book, and where he could find back issues. (This from a man who always regarded comics with disdain, if not contempt.) The comic book is a horror fantasy in which the Lewis & Clark expedition encounters plant zombies and buffalo centaurs, among other monstrous entities. The series has become quite popular, with issues selling out, and a high demand for second and third printings of the first two issues. 

I sent him the first three issues, and this was his reaction:

Not too sure about this ‘comic’. The guys that started it are at least creative, but other than that, not very entertaining. I think I expected something more humorous or at least paralleling fact. Actually, I though it was pretty trashy; think I’ll stick to the Stephen Ambrose version.

By contrast, I’ve found the series to be highly amusing and entertaining. Knowing that my dad thinks this series is “trashy” only enhances my appreciation of it. Meanwhile, the lonesome wind continues to moan across the vast desert landscape between a father and son. <insert coyote howl>

Mar
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