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Stanley Kubrick worries about 2001: A Space Odyssey, from Letters of Note.

I’m writing, as I suppose will be usual this summer, from my balcony in St. Henri. I have a warm coffee filled with cardamom and honey, and the sun is shining down on the little box garden we planted last month. We’re growing snap peas and snow peas, cherry tomatoes and vine tomatoes, radishes and aContinue reading “EIGHTY SIX”

Future Japanese, Yuko Shimizu.

On the Edge, Chomsky in Pen. “We might wish to consider a remarkable paradox of the current era. There are some who are devoting serious efforts to avert impending disaster. In the lead are the most oppressed segments of the global population, those considered to be the most backward and primitive: the indigenous societies ofContinue reading “EIGHTY FOUR”

Every time I listen to this song I have this vivid memory of sitting on a curb in Jenin drinking turkish coffee, cool breeze, shockingly blue sky, early early morning, listening to Beirut.

Oh wow, this is totally how I feel when I think too much about germs! By Mateusz Kolek — whose art kind of reminds me of the This is Not a Toy exhibition I saw in Toronto last month.

“Let me tell you: one day you will renounce your exile, and you will go back home, and your mother will take out the finest china, and your father will slaughter a sprightly cockerel for you, and the neighbours will bring some potluck, and your sister will wear her navy blue PE  wrapper, and yourContinue reading “SEVENTY SIX”

“Please do, however, allow me to deliver one very personal message. It is something that I always keep in mind while I am writing fiction. I have never gone so far as to write it on a piece of paper and paste it to the wall: Rather, it is carved into the wall of myContinue reading “SEVENTY FIVE”

Chomsky on Žižek (whole interview here): “What you’re referring to is what’s called “theory.” And when I said I’m not interested in theory, what I meant is, I’m not interested in posturing–using fancy terms like polysyllables and pretending you have a theory when you have no theory whatsoever. So there’s no theory in any of thisContinue reading “SEVENTY THREE”