February 2012
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Adult Goth
This morning one of my students, an 18 year old woman from Columbia, told the class her favorite band was Garbage and I practically tripped over my combat boots and old eyeliner to battle rap lyrics with her.
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This morning I stepped into a sunrise burst in flames like grandmother’s garden and all I could do was think of you and slowly watch two trains pass me smoldering on the yellow edge of the platform.
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Dissonance
Abuse of Lana Del Ray comes as no surprise.
Bon Iver worship comes as no surprise.
Authenticity is a pose.
or
you can’t fool others if you’re fooling yourself.
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One aspect of living with intense anxiety that I have the most trouble coming to terms with is coping with the behavior or decisions anxiety affects, not just the anxiety itself.
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Cultivating Masculinities
Smell like grandfather.
Dressed like security at the track.
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January 2012
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Incomplete Notes on Resisting Limits of Confession
Resistance is located in past forms of power in the subject’s history.
Move away from the idea of the subject composed as a list of properties toward that of a subject composed of a series of events. This gives the subject the ability for resistance in the pathway of the event of the subject’s life. Put another way subjection is not the result of listing or confessing ideas about...
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Celebrating side effects.
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First Days
The first day of a new semester makes me happier than any other day during the year. Meeting five new sets of students. Fumbling names. Sweaty shirt. Bad jokes. Nerves. Hope. I usually forget how much of an impression they all make on me these first days until I look at them again somewhere toward the end of the semester and can see how much progress they’ve made. I don’t care what...
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Fragment for 1.15.12
My face hums in the warmth of my apartment, the blue crisp of winter losing grip of our afternoon together. I stared at my shadow for 20 blocks outlining the collar and hair of whatever perfection I needed to project for myself for an hour or so. I could only steal glances at the Hudson every hundred feet for fear of losing sight of Riverside emptying out in front of my frozen pace. The river was...
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Little Earthquakes
I lost my virginity in the back of a tan Volvo station wagon underneath a basketball hoop. What started in the fading afternoon of the dunes ended after dusk in a backseat. It was the kind of mistake eager kids make randomly one day after rehearsal. The next time, the one that you say counts when telling your stories, was a year later and we were young and in love and to the point we listened to...
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Cyberpunk Bowie, New Wave Bowie: A Look at Scary... →
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My latest for Tor.com, for their Bowie Week series.
Caught in the grip of rising future-shock, a state that William Gibson will later observe is a near-permanent condition of the early twenty-first century, Bowie doesn’t so much sing here as he screams, howls, chants, growls, and croons.
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Our Shared Math of Interstate Travel
Too easy for me to get lost in the shuffle of getting from one place to another during the holidays. An appreciation of no other choice probably but driving across the United States is a wonderful way to spend a few days. There is simply no better way to witness the intersection of time and landscape. Everything opens like a slow flower. Burrowing east into the sunrise from deep in the midwest...
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One of my oldest friends posted this song off an...
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December 2011
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Prayer for 2011
For everything we got wrong
and everything we got right
just for one day.
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“But it also seemed like a good place to go to detox and collect one’s wits....”
– “Look Good in Ruins (or: Twenty-five Tangents about Bowie in ‘Berlin’).” (via marathonpacks)
This is awesome.
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“finding, encountering, stealing instead of regulating, recognizing, and judging.”
– deleuze, a conversation: what is it? what is it for? (via karaj)