What's for Lunch? Lydia vs. the Cultural Vampires

    Just a link, a pointer to a world that once existed, that still exists but is lost under a global sea of daily pablum.
    She may not be *it* - nobody is - but she's part of *it*, part of the growth underneath, the bugs in the grass in a David Lynch movie, incessantly moving, foraging, moving earth, devouring and splitting and splintering. When we get tired of the nothingness, they will still be there, waiting to take it all down, not to build it over but to keep it in its place. That *is* underground.

    Jong at Heart: Everything is Copy

    Kids of famous people - kind of makes you jealous, all those advantages, and then you realize it's usually not an advantage, just the typical mixed kettle of fish.

    Molly shares some of that constantly reflexive view with us. Suddenly I have this curious wonder if Carly Simon wrote "You're So Vain" about herself. I don't meant that meanly - I mean it like she means it, "Everything is Copy", you're always on stage, or for book writers, soon to be a character in a book.

    To be the daughter of The Zipless Fuck - how you you go to Kindergarten with that on your name tag?

    What was revolutionary about the Western concept of high art

    In a nutshell:

    McLuhan is of course right. The issue is knowing whether you're the king's courtier or the brat. Since being the brat-rebel is cool, many courtiers fancy themselves that, when in fact they're the complete opposite. There is however one clear sing you're the brat... https://t.co/Ys7KwO262V

    Yo, gentlemen! that dad style and L.L.Bean thing has grown so tiresome

    think disco inferno blaxploitation Oscar Wilde?...

    Tom Ford: Fall 2019 https://t.co/xxji8rSobC

    — NYT Fashion (@NYTFashion) February 7, 2019


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    A True Hallmark, and a Botful Xmas to you

    Fun with bigender back in the day

    Sunset on Mars

    Dragging the Line: Notre Nouvelle Vague

         The backpackers of yesterday have given way to a sea of wheel-enabled dinosaurs crossing the landscape - the station is a rolling thunder of luggage, the assumed posture is an arm behind and a mobile-wielding arm afore. There is no need for questions - everyone's self-assured, the google has it all in hand. There is little "free" among this traveling lot - they've got their Ubers and AirBNB's lined up, maps to guide them, a Yelp or 4Square of available restaurants, and naturally a best-rated list of sites & things to do. Weather?

    An Oral History of the Stone Pony

    "Kanye West is not Picasso"

    Hat tip to Michael Maeillo for this. Note that Cohen wrote it in 2015:

    “Kanye West Is Not Picasso” by Leonard Cohen, from Cohen’s new book ‘The Flame.’ pic.twitter.com/w5lUfkjdYv

    — S H I R E S’ $Hit Show (@amandashires) October 11, 2018
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    Breathe With Me

    Hi there, come on in.  No, I’m okay, but thanks for asking  … how are you?  Oh, good, I’m so glad to hear it.  She’s better?  Wonderful news, really, and thank you so much for letting us know.  What?  No … not now, maybe later … who’s that behind you?  Hi!  You’ve made my night just by showing up.  I’m sorry, I know.  I’m just distracted for the moment … you, too?  Seriously?  What’s going on?  Grab a seat on the floor with a pillow handy and wait for me, I’ll be right back.  Your place is beside me tonight, and mine is to sit and not move ‘til you breathe.

    Creative Confusion (3x5 index bards)

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    Do You Believe Her?

    You know the "her" - Christine Blasey Ford. 

    I find myself unable to express more than that - do you believe her?  I find myself unable to ask more than that - do you believe her?  I find myself unable to require more than that - do you believe her?

    I do.

    Ralph Ellison, The Art of Fiction No. 8

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    Oh, Florence ...

    She's going to beat up my home of 53 years.  I can't fight back.  My body isn't there but my heart is, and emotions are everywhere.  It's almost surreal to remember being a part of it, in the midst of it - the fear, the unknown, the almost palpable relief when it finally started because even if you couldn't do more than experience it at least you knew.  While it lasted, you were a part of it.  Every rain drop, every gust.  I can't do that from here and it's crushing me.  I was just there less than three years ago ...

    "Creative" bot's version of Trump rally

    Wimmin could always do just as good boy stories as men!?

    Marie Severin, who drew most of the greatest heroes in the Marvel pantheon at a time when few women worked in comics, has died https://t.co/uoKmM2dr0p

    — New York Times Arts (@nytimesarts) September 3, 2018

    Forget witch hunts. Do you believe in Magic?

    looks like a fabulous show, wish I could go, and for a museum with a fusty past reputation, they sure know how to do a good promo page:


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