Wednesday, December 30, 2009


alana's new site (in process but still rawsome)

and mine!

Monday, December 28, 2009

I laughed 'til I cried

Also! Whoa! New stuff at

and from the homie

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Wednesday, December 16, 2009



Sreshta Rit Premnath, Abhishek Hazra


Avi Alpert
Diana Artus
Lindsay Benedict
Daniel Blochwitz
Steven Brower
Jon Cotner & Andy Fitch
Mark Cunningham
Chris Curreri
Thom Donovan
Nathan Haenlein
Nina Höchtl
John Houck
Devin Kenny
Richard Kostelanetz & Nick Eve
Matt McAlpin
Jean-Marc Superville Sovak
Julie Tolentino Wood

Indeed, the truth was not hit by him who shot at it with the word of the “will to existence”: that will does not exist… Only where there is life is there also will: not will to life – thus I teach you – but will to power.’

Friedrich Nietzche, “Thus Spake Zarathustra”

When Will shot Joan he did not mean to. He wanted to shoot the apple balanced on her head. The cactus wine may have put the gun in his hand. The spirit may have provided the reckless confidence. And in the spirit of its will he pointed his gun and squeezed the trigger. It may have been at the moment he squeezed the trigger, or perhaps a split second before, that the world had already begun to rip. Space and time had torn the future into an infinite set of possibilities. The set could be divided into two subsets: He would miss Joan / He would not. But the will of the spirit produced a second pair of possibilities that would not matter in the least – He would hit the apple/ He would not.

If Will was not himself when he constituted this new reality, one without Joan, then who was responsible? Who’s will acted upon reality? His finger’s? The gun’s? The wine’s? Yet, we must not confuse will with intention – maybe this assumption of a causality itself is a mistake. What is known is that it happened.

If will is a potentiality – a vector that opens possibility and cleaves reality – does it precede choice? Are personal wills constituted by hegemonic ideologies (producing pre-inscribed realities), or rather is an individual’s will that space of agency which allows for an opening and aggregates with other individual wills to produce the transformation of the social?

There is a story about a revolutionary who was tortured to reveal the location of a comrade. He lied and gave his interrogators the wrong coordinates. But, when his interrogators arrived there, they found his friend.

Is reality willed into existence?

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I met a conundrum when I passed a gorgeous blind woman in Union Square

I don't know who wrote this, but it's from:

Dating and relationships with either a disabled and visually impaired can be a life-changing experience. Just because a person is disabled (or specifically, visually impaired), does not mean that she or he is incapable of romance. We recently heard from Matt who is visually blind but has found a beautiful relationship with a woman who loves him for who he is and does not care what he does not have. Here is Matt's story in his own words.

I am visually impaired and I read Braille. About five years ago, I was in the park reading a Braille magazine. A lady came up and sat down next to me and started attempting to communicate with me. She touched my Braille and was quite fascinated by it. She had a very poor understanding of the challenges that visually impaired people face in their every day lives but she was inquisitive and a good listener. Since English was not her native language, we did have some challenges but being visually impaired I know what it means to have an impairment. So I was very patient with her and made sure that I used simple words when speaking to her.
This scenario took place every day for about a week, until one day, I was speaking with an American lady with a child. My "park friend" came by like clockwork and the American lady was able to communicate with her using facial expressions and gestures. We learned that the this lady was a chemist who was exploring properties from certain botanical plants which were grown in the park's greenhouse. Because she was so happy to find an interpreter of sorts, she let it be known quite clearly that she wanted to date me very much. Since I am so attracted to women who have an accent (after all I am attracted to people by their voice), I immediately consented to a date.

At that time, I was only able to find unhealthy relationships for myself because that was all I believed I deserved because of my impairment. It doesn't matter who you are, you send the signals which you truly believe about yourself. And everyone else is quite good at picking up on those signals.

On the day of the date, she came to pick me up and drove me to her apartment in downtown Los Angeles. She cooked a delicious fusion meal which I truly enjoyed. After the meal, we listened to classical music and she played a few songs for me on her piano. When she came to drop me at my house, we kissed passionately for several minutes.

It has been truly a remarkable relationship and I no longer feel that the fact that I am visually impaired means that I am not capable of exploring all other human emotions. She has truly ignited the passions inside me, and therefore, I am finally ready to follow my true passion and attraction. We are getting married early next year."

Monday, December 7, 2009

...on a cold day in hell.

fuck LA fuck NY fuck me go fuck yourself

frozen pizza, nice phone conversations,brown sugar pop tarts, and job applications, a rough start but a good day!
also, made updates on

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Sunday, December 6, 2009

I dropped my bagel... in a puddle (jk)

was dope
I saw friends
and artists I respect
and my ex-boss which was very awkward and made me saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad
here are some names:

Mark Newgarden
Chris Uphues
Ben Katchor
Lisa Hanawalt
Will Simpson
Mark Denardo
Maximiliano Ferro
Nick Wallin

I also found a sweet bike frame and my homie grabbed it in the rain and slush

good lookin' out

having two blogs is causing a terrifying split in my psyche

someone save me

can anyone give me advice on how to make this blog read like melancholy tweets?

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