Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Is this gauche? it's not really advertising...

My friend, Carrot, is trying to raise money for their book-writing adventure on kickstarter. They've written a train hopping novella is astounding-- not only is it a million times better than 'off the map' and other punk traveling stories, but it's a million times better than any other travel narrative out there. It's right up there with "Miles From Nowhere."

Carrot's writing lodged itself in my heart with this, one of the most heart stoppingly evocative, hopeful, wonderous piece of writing out there. Seriously, this is why writing is so fucking important.

You can pour your heart and hope into these words that remain after the feeling has passed, after you've sunk back into the regular drudgery of life. You don't need to be an inspiring magical conjurer all the time, and it would be pretty insuffereable if you were, but if you can figure out how to pin down that feeling of elation and hope and belief in possibility, then you've done it. Maybe it doesn't work on you anymore, but it's a charm out there in the world. I am also such a sucker for 2nd person narration, but only when it's memoir-y.

Here is a link to Carrot's kickstarter. I know that no one really reads this blog, but please donate if you can. I promise it's worth it.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

to study

I finished my readings this morning at a laundromat, washing my disgusting gym clothes that have been mildewing in my locker at school for weeks, months, years. My advice to anyone: study at the laundromat. it's warm. It always smells of clean clothing, it sometimes smells of unwashed humans. The music is rebroadcast, song for song, of the hits of 1996. No one else is in there reading, not at 9am. Fuck the coffee shops and fuck the libraries, I love a laundromat.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

the little things

1. free 40s at the Critical Art Ensemble's Block Party, plus orange juice on my food stamps.
2. I finally figured out how to important citations directly from zotero to open office...
3. 6 pages of bullshit into the infographics chapter of my thesis.
4. it's springtime.

I don't want to go back to school this week, I want to stay home and work on my paper.

Friday, March 1, 2013

too scared to check my bank account balance and I keep procrastinating from my real thesis by day dreaming about a fake thesis. the fake one is a critique of riot porn, arguing that the fetishization of dissent is truly disempowering and objectifying in a way that pornography isn't. this is the new friday night.