tom waits reading, “the laughing heart,” by charles bukowski.
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
Fuck genius. What’s an artist? Dead words devoid of meaning. Let’s drop them.
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole. Let’s start from zero.
Now, listen close.
This is a rip: “The scream that ignites the world?”
We’re slaves to radios. We’re not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won’t cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. It’s an insult. You’ve fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It’s your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The anemic. The pale, the sullen. An albumis evidence. I believed that shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No one’s worth shit to talk to. These were my heroes.
Now they’re all jokes.
This is a rip. ‘The scream that ignites the world?”
We’re slaves to radios. We’re not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won’t cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. Itis an insult. You’ve fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It’s your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The ceiling is waiting.
And you follow like it mattered if you did.
And it dropped you on your head cuz you took yourself for granted.
Heartless and headstrong. Jump right over the bodies. Life’s a race. It’s an obstacle course.
Hide, but you’ll never have a choice when you go.
They would have noticed you if they had known, but you’re fucked.
They’ll only love you when you’re gone,
or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you’re rotting in hospitals.
Don’t believe it? It’s not your fault. You’re just worthless. You’re one in a million.
Where is god? The ornament,
the holiday song whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
Don’t believe this.
You’re not worthless. It’s us against millions and we can’t take them all.
But we can take them on.
Murakami Chair
designer’s own words:
I was looking for opportunities to generate energy through activities we naturally do. The final result is a rocking chair that enables the user to experience production and consumption of electricity in a gentle and rewarding way. An abstract process becomes tangible and eventually cultivates natural awareness. Complexity is covered by simplicity. Advanced nano-dynamo technology which is built in to the skids of the chair and more efficient light sources such as the newly developed OLED generation makes it possible to build a rocking chair with a reading lamp running on electricity generated from the rocking motion. During daylight the energy gets stored in a battery pack. The construction of the flat and bendable organic light emitting diodes allows new form factors such as using the traditional shape of a lamp but instead of having a light bulb the lampshade himself turns out to be the light source. To have a drastic reduction of consumption the big challenge will be to make consuming less feel like getting more.
You ever have one of those moments where you think Man, If I wasn’t always broke and knew ANYTHING about patents…
Yeah. Me neither
There’s a line between “endearing nerdy” and “Postpunk D.A.R.E. Officer.”
Huge swaths of youtube are on the wrong side of this line.
I won’t argue with people about it anymore, but every now and then I’m forced to flinch when I hear it used just so.
! ? .(..)
o1. Jawbreaker - Jinx Removing
o2. Saves the Day - Through Being Cool
o3. Hot Water Music - Turnstile
o4. Polar Bear Club - Parked in the Parking Lot of Your Heart
o5. Nakatomi Plaza - (Don’t) Close your Eyes
o6. First Aid Kit - Contingency Plan
o7. Sunny Day Real Estate - Disappear
o8. Lemuria - Mechanical
o9. The Ergs! - Hey Jealousy
Book Review
The Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
As Jon touched on in his review earlier this is my second attempt at this novel. The first time didn’t go so well. I didn’t know what I was getting into, I didn’t have my head on straight.
I’m really not sure what possessed Jon and I to pick this book for our little reading group. We both respect and love Cormac, but I don’t believe either one of us were prepared for this piece of work.
This book is tough to describe. In simple terms we start the novel following “the kid” a down on his luck young guy who falls in line with a group of scalp hunters. This group may be the worst people on the planet at that time. They kill, destroy, wreck everything they come across. Glanton is their leader but the story is about the Judge.
I talked to Jon on the phone last night. I said “You know who the Judge reminds me of, Marlon Brando from Apocalypse Now.” I can’t help but wonder if the Judge may be the worst character ever written about in modern literature. He never goes away, he’s always there, haunting the reader like a shadow. It’s amazing the Judge can be any worse then the rest of the characters in this book. He’s not only worse, he’s worse by a long shot. I hated the Judge, I hated Glanton, I disliked the Kid.
There is not a single redeemable thing about anyone in this book. Yet you read on. You can’t help yourself. Cormac knows his nature, he knows that natural world we live in like no other. He can describe a rock down to its last crack. At times daunting it provides a prose that tick tick ticks along. You have to have your reading shoes on for this one. You can’t half ass it.
In closing all I can say if you decide to read this novel be in the right head space. If you’re feeling down and blue, maybe skip it until you’re feeling sure of yourself. It will come at you hard and tough. There’s something in it that I can’t describe. Maybe if you read it you can tell me what that something is.
Like usual, said it better than I could pal. Nice one.
More or less reaffirms everything that I’ve ever heard about this book. I really need to read this.
Hey tumblr,
I asked someone once what this thing was and the only answer I got back was “MYSTERIOVS” which, when you google it, makes the internet think you’re looking for wrestling results with a broken spacebar (or missing thumbs.)
Any of you know what it is?
NWS toward the middle/end.
“At just the right distance from the center of a black hole, light can orbit the black hole in a circular orbit called a photon sphere. The radius of the photon sphere is 1.5 times larger than the Schwarzschild radius, inside which nothing can escape. This image shows the paths of light rays from a point source near a black hole.” Via.
