soulmate dry your eyes.
soulmates never die.
I’ve been really into Placebo, recently. It seems like their music is just the right combination of melancholy and moving rhythms.
One of the first big users of the telegraph was the Associated Press— one of the original >“wire services.” News is, of course, more valuable if it arrives quickly, so the telegraph >was a valuable tool for the AP. Recognizing that, the AP realized that its competitive >position, relative to other press services, would be enhanced to the extent it could keep >the telegraph to itself. So it signed an exclusive contract with Western Union, the >telegraph monopoly. The contract gave the AP favorable pricing on the use of the wires. >Other press services were priced out of the use of the “carrier.” And as a result, the AP got >a lock on news distribution so strong that it threatened the functioning of the American >democracy. It passed the news about politicians it liked and omitted mention of those it >did not. Freedom of the press existed in theory, but not in practice, because the content >industry controlled the carrier.”
This quote is from the appendix of Blown to Bits, by Abelson, Ledeen, and Lewis - more info here. I think that this analogy is basic enough that even the most simple-minded layperson could understand it, which seems to unequivocally be the largest ailment plaguing intelligent conversation about the internet.
click. the notion of a click track heart is click really resonating with me right now. click
click
click
As best as I can pare it down, at the moment I would like a comfortable place where I can sit and read my book that adheres to the following criteria.
- There will be food.
- There will not be people having disgustingly loud Skype conversations nearby.
- There will be other people engaged in somewhat similar activities, appearing to enjoy them.
- This place will not be my room.
- And most importantly, the place will not be fucking hot.
Tycho - “Adrift” (Shigeto’s Adrift A Dream Remix)
Ghostly International is in it’s tenth magnificent year of releasing boundary crashing sonic waves. To celebrate, they’ve pushed out a double-disc this week entitled Horizon Line/Ghostly By Night. The first disc features remixes of some classic Ghostly tracks by some of my favorite producers (see: Madlib(!), Bullion, and Paul White) and some from the new wave of Ghostly artists like Mux Mool and Shigeto, the newest addition to their roster. The second disc is comprised of 10 songs that indicate the future of the label including new stuff from Mathew Dear and Deastro.
Ghostly International continually pushes music and media forward, (re)defining genres and any notions of where a “record label” can be and how it can function (look no further than their “Ghostly Discovery” iPhone app). Congrats!
Every time we witness an injustice and do not act, we train our character to be passive in its presence and thereby eventually lose all ability to defend ourselves and those we love. In a modern economy it is impossible to seal oneself off from injustice.
If we have brains or courage, then we are blessed and called on not to frit these qualities away, standing agape at the ideas of others, winning pissing contests, improving the efficiencies of the neocorporate state, or immersing ourselves in obscuranta, but rather to prove the vigor of our talents against the strongest opponents of love we can find.
If we can only live once, then let it be a daring adventure that draws on all our powers. Let it be with similar types whos hearts and heads we may be proud of. Let our grandchildren delight to find the start of our stories in their ears but the endings all around in their wandering eyes.
The whole universe or the structure that perceives it is a worthy opponent, but try as I may I can not escape the sound of suffering. Perhaps as an old man I will take great comfort in pottering around in a lab and gently talking to students in the summer evening and will accept suffering with insouciance. But not now; men in their prime, if they have convictions are tasked to act on them.
i know absolutely nothing, and on top of it all, i’m sad.
