godradio:

Novacane // Frank Ocean

Tracy Chapman - Fast Car (Live)

brandybonin:

Dead Kennedys - Holiday In Cambodia (1980)

"How I loved…
One day passed by, and nothing saw but love:
Another came, and still ‘twas only love:
The suns were wearied out with looking on,
And I untired with loving,
I saw you every day, and all the day;
And every day was still but as the first,
So eager was I still to see you more."

— Mark Antony in All for Love by John Dryden

Tags: dryden

rasarnava:

The scarab god Khepri from the tomb of Queen Nefertari. As part of a triad of solar deities with Re and Atum, he represented the rising sun. He was therefore associated with the dawn of creation and also with rebirth as the sun died in the west every evening and was resurrected in the east every morning. The scarab was the most popular shape for amulets for most of ancient Egyptian history.

rasarnava:

The scarab god Khepri from the tomb of Queen Nefertari. As part of a triad of solar deities with Re and Atum, he represented the rising sun. He was therefore associated with the dawn of creation and also with rebirth as the sun died in the west every evening and was resurrected in the east every morning. The scarab was the most popular shape for amulets for most of ancient Egyptian history.

viperslang:

[first series, 2012]

1. The complexity of the medium is inversely proportional to the eloquence of the message.

2. Hypertext is a more conservative medium than text.

3. The best medium for the nonlinear narrative is the linear page.

4. Twitter is a more ruminative medium than Facebook.

5. The introduction of digital tools has never improved the quality of an art form.

6. The returns on interactivity quickly turn negative.

7. In the material world, doing is knowing; in media, the opposite is often true.

8. Facebook’s profitability is directly tied to the shallowness of its members: hence its strategy.

9. Increasing the intelligence of a network tends to decrease the intelligence of those connected to it.

10. The one new art form spawned by the computer – the videogame – is the computer’s prisoner.

11. Personal correspondence grows less interesting as the speed of its delivery quickens.

12. Programmers are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

13. The album cover turned out to be indispensable to popular music.

14. The pursuit of followers on Twitter is an occupation of the bourgeoisie.

15. Abundance of information breeds delusions of knowledge among the unwary.

16. No great work of literature could have been written in hypertext.

17. The philistine appears ideally suited to the role of cultural impresario online.

18. Television became more interesting when people started paying for it.

19. Instagram shows us what a world without art looks like.

20. Online conversation is to oral conversation as a mask is to a face.

[second series, 2013]

21. Recommendation engines are the best cure for hubris.

22. Vines would be better if they were one second shorter.

23. Hell is other selfies.

24. Twitter has revealed that brevity and verbosity are not always antonyms.

25. Personalized ads provide a running critique of artificial intelligence.

26. Who you are is what you do between notifications.

27. Online is to offline as a swimming pool is to a pond.

28. People in love leave the sparsest data trails.

29.  YouTube fan videos are the living fossils of the original web.

30. Mark Zuckerberg is the Grigory Potemkin of our time.

[third series]

31. Every point on the internet is a center of the internet.

32. On Twitter, one’s sense of solipsism intensifies as one’s follower count grows.

33. A thing contains infinitely more information than its image.

34. A book has many pages; an ebook has one page.

35. If a hard drive is a soul, the cloud is the oversoul.

36. A self-driving car is a contradiction in terms.

37. The essence of an event is the ghost in the recording.

38. A Snapchat message becomes legible as it vanishes.

39. When we turn on a GPS system, we become cargo.

40. Google searches us.

(via dialoghost)

Anonymous said: tell me about the light.

likeafieldmouse:

Brian Cerveny
theparisreview:

“I would leave everything here: the valleys, the hills, the paths, and the jaybirds from the gardens, I would leave here the petcocks and the padres, heaven and earth, spring and fall, I would leave here the exit routes, the evenings in the kitchen, the last amorous gaze, and all of the city-bound directions that make you shudder, I would leave here the thick twilight falling upon the land, gravity, hope, enchantment, and tranquility, I would leave here those beloved and those close to me, everything that touched me, everything that shocked me, fascinated and uplifted me, I would leave here the noble, the benevolent, the pleasant, and the demonically beautiful, I would leave here the budding sprout, every birth and existence, I would leave here incantation, enigma, distances, inexhaustibility, and the intoxication of eternity; for here I would leave this earth and these stars, because I would take nothing with me from here, because I’ve looked into what’s coming, and I don’t need anything from here.”
A vignette by László Krasznahorkai from Asymptote’s summer issue, translated from the Hungarian by Ottilie Mulzet. Illustration by Guillaume Gilbert.

theparisreview:

“I would leave everything here: the valleys, the hills, the paths, and the jaybirds from the gardens, I would leave here the petcocks and the padres, heaven and earth, spring and fall, I would leave here the exit routes, the evenings in the kitchen, the last amorous gaze, and all of the city-bound directions that make you shudder, I would leave here the thick twilight falling upon the land, gravity, hope, enchantment, and tranquility, I would leave here those beloved and those close to me, everything that touched me, everything that shocked me, fascinated and uplifted me, I would leave here the noble, the benevolent, the pleasant, and the demonically beautiful, I would leave here the budding sprout, every birth and existence, I would leave here incantation, enigma, distances, inexhaustibility, and the intoxication of eternity; for here I would leave this earth and these stars, because I would take nothing with me from here, because I’ve looked into what’s coming, and I dont need anything from here.”

A vignette by László Krasznahorkai from Asymptote’s summer issue, translated from the Hungarian by Ottilie Mulzet. Illustration by Guillaume Gilbert.

(via itualac)

"

How then can we hope to survive the next Pearl Harbor, if there should be one, with not only all peoples who are not white, but all peoples with political ideologies different from ours arrayed against us—after we have taught them (as we are doing) that when we talk of freedom and liberty, we not only mean neither, we don’t even mean security and justice and even the preservation of life for people whose pigmentation is not the same as ours.

And not just the black people in Boer Africa, but the black people in America too.

Because if we Americans are to survive, it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans of black ones of purple or blue or green.

Perhaps we will find out now whether we are to survive or not. Perhaps the purpose of this sorry and tragic error committed in my native Mississippi by two white adults on an afflicted Negro child is to prove to us whether or not we deserve to survive.

Because if we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don’t deserve to survive, and probably won’t.

"

— from “Press Dispatch Written in Rome, Italy, for the United Press, on the Emmet Till Case” by William Faulkner, published in the New York Herald Tribune September 9th, 1955.

"What gift is more mysterious than being able to do what we will with ourselves and to refuse to do it?"

— E.M. Cioran, A Short History of Decay (via humphreyking)

not using tumblr much lately.but  am trying out instagram: @salacalla

cathxrine:

President of the United States in Exile

cathxrine:

President of the United States in Exile

Tags: boston

Looking west from 7th and Union. Bike lane.

Looking west from 7th and Union. Bike lane.

Tags: los angeles