Synchronicity check on the date of the above Salon story:
Two posts from Log24 on Jan. 5, 2014 —
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Friday, May 22, 2015
You Can’t Make This Stuff Up
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Friday, March 12, 2010
You Can’t Make This Stuff Up
Google News at about 4:50 PM ET today–
Related material:
Alyssa Milano stars in
Embrace of the Vampire
See also March 6, "Alyssa Is Wonderland,"
today's previous post, and (for fans
of Seattle films and Lewis Carroll)
"Deep Play: Mimzy vs. Mimsy."
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Friday, December 9, 2022
S’en allait
From this journal on Dec. 2 —
"Please wait as your operating system is initiated."
Update of 2:30 PM ET:
"You can't make this stuff up."
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Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Monday, December 7, 2015
Neon Joe, Werewolf Hunter
For the title, see The New York Times and the oeuvre of Joseph Kosuth.
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From The Dreaming Jewels , by Theodore Sturgeon: "Oh. And the crystals make things — even complete things — like Tin Pan Alley makes songs." "Something like it." Zena smiled. It was the first smile in a long while. "Sit down, honey; I'll bring the toast. Now — this is my guess — when two crystals mate, something different happens. They make a whole thing. But they don't make it from just anything the way the single crystals do. First they seem to die together. For weeks they lie like that. After that they begin a together-dream. They find something near them that's alive, and they make it over. They replace it, cell by cell. You can't see the change going on in the thing they're replacing. It might be a dog; the dog will keep on eating and running around; it will howl at the moon and chase cats. But one day — I don't know how long it takes — it will be completely replaced, every bit of it." "Then what?" "Then it can change itself — if it ever thinks of changing itself. It can be almost anything if it wants to be." Bunny stopped chewing, thought, swallowed, and asked, "Change how?" "Oh, it could get bigger or smaller. Grow more limbs. Go into a funny shape — thin and flat, or round like a ball. If it's hurt it can grow new limbs. And it could do things with thought that we can't even imagine. Bunny, did you ever read about werewolves?" "Those nasty things that change from wolves to men and back again?" Zena sipped coffee. "Mmm. Well, those are mostly legends, but they could have started when someone saw a change like that." |
See as well The Dreaming Jewels
and "Steven Universe" in this journal.
You can't make this stuff up.
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Sunday, June 21, 2015
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
The Broken Tablet
This post was suggested by a search for the
Derridean phrase "necessary possibility"* that
led to web pages on a conference at Harvard
on Friday and Saturday, March 26**-27, 2010,
on Derrida and Religion .
The conference featured a talk titled
"The Poetics of the Broken Tablet."
I prefer the poetics of projective geometry.
An illustration— The restoration of the full
15-point "large" Desargues configuration in
place of the diminished 10-point Desargues
configuration that is usually discussed.
Click on the image for further details.
* See a discussion of this phrase in
the context of Brazilian religion.
** See also my own philosophical reflections
on Friday, March 26, 2010:
"You Can't Make This Stuff Up."
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Thursday, October 6, 2011
Cult Favorite
From the novel Starting Out in the Evening quoted in today's noon post—
"He… never took off his sunglasses, not even in the darkest bars."
You can't make this stuff up.
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Monday, December 13, 2010
Plan 9 Revisited
Leading today's New York Times obituaries —
— is that of Nassos Daphnis, a painter of geometric abstractions
who in 1995 had an exhibition at a Leo Castelli gallery
titled "Energies in Outer Space." (See pictures here.)
Daphnis died, according to the Times, on November 23.
See Art Object, a post in this journal on that date—
There is more than one way
to look at a cube.
Some context— this morning's previous post (Apollo's 13,
on the geometry of the 3×3×3 cube), yesterday's noon post
featuring the 3×3 square grid (said to be a symbol of Apollo),
and, for connoisseurs of the Ed Wood school of cinematic art,
a search in this journal for the phrase "Plan 9."
You can't make this stuff up.
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Friday, March 26, 2010
ART WARS: Hooligan
You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Art review by Holland Cotter in The New York Times this morning–
"Although Confucius initially escaped severe censure by Mao, in the early 1970s he became 'No. 1 hooligan,' the embodiment of the hated 'four olds' (old culture, old ideology, old customs and old habits), a symbol of ruling-class oppression."
For another hooligan fond of old customs, see yesterday's post and Sterling Hayden in "The Asphalt Jungle"–
Related material:
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Wednesday September 2, 2009
Zoo Story
Boston Herald
this afternoon:
Photo by Lisa Hornak (file)
Christopher the lion
was ‘secured’
at Franklin Park Zoo
when a teen toppled
into the lion’s den.
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Thursday, July 15, 2004
Thursday July 15, 2004
Identity Crisis
From a summer movie guide:
“Ready for more international espionage and intrigue? On July 23, Matt Damon
At the end of ‘Identity,’ Bourne promised retaliation to Treadstone (the super-secret agency that created him) if it came after him.”
And now…
Bad Will Hunting
Super-secret?
You can’t make this stuff up.
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Saturday, October 18, 2003
Saturday October 18, 2003
For St. Gwen Verdon:
Enter Dancing
From Daily Quotational Lattice:
The story of the day is “Dance in America,” about a dancer who has dinner with some friends. Take note if you’re a dancer: Ariel, a bona fide dancer, deems the quotes about dancing to be “very powerful.”
“I tell them dance begins when a moment of hurt combines with a moment of boredom. I tell them it’s the body’s reaching, bringing air to itself. I tell them that it’s the heart’s triumph, the victory speech of the feet, the refinement of animal lunge and flight, the purest metaphor of tribe and self. It’s life flipping death the bird. I make this stuff up.”
“I am thinking of the dancing body’s magnificent and ostentatious scorn. This is how we offer ourselves, enter heaven, enter speaking: we say with motion, in space, This is what life’s done so far down here; this is all and what and everything it’s managed–this body, these bodies, that body– so what do you think, Heaven? What do you fucking think?”