This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series I Am Still Looking For A New House

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In 1928, the poet Paul Valéry had a vision of the future: “Just as water, gas, and electricity are brought into our houses from far off to satisfy our needs in response to a minimal effort, so we shall be supplied with visual or auditory images, which will appear and disappear at a simple movement of the hand, hardly more than a sign.”
I copied this quote into my notebook five years ago, and it knocks me over each time I come across it. Today we can let the entire world—and everyone’s opinions about it—into our heads with a swipe or a click. Of course we’re going to feel a little crazy. Sometimes my mind lands on a jittery thought: screens have become our reality and the physical world simply exists to serve their needs. It’s more of a loopy sensation than a coherent idea, but I clearly need to step up my information hygiene.
I love her stuff so much. (link)
The little shortie I made for @combmusic‘s E is being screened as part of the Festival of (In)Appropriation #10 program again! You can watch it online from Fri Jun 12: 6.00pm PDT – Sun Jun 14: 11:59pm PDT. The tickets are either free or you can choose to pay from $5 to $25, as the Northwest Film Forum is donating all their June proceeds “to organizations that empower the Black community, including Black Lives Matter Seattle-King County, Rainier Valley Community Clinic, Trans Women of Color Solidarity Network, and other organizations to be announced.”
All infos here: https://nwfilmforum.org/films/festival-of-inappropriation-10-encore-online/
“An abandoned manor in the Tver region.” Ir0n4ss on IG.
Great word discovery, via Atlas Minor:
“I’ve learned there’s a precise word for the footprints of a dying creature: a mortichnia, or “death march”.”
This sad Moleskine notebook usually lives in my jacket or my shoulder bag, as my daily working notebook. Which means this sad notebook has not left the house in three months. I just realised today that he’s been forgotten, buttoned into the top pocket of a canvas jacket since the first of March, and hasn’t been written in since Feb 29.
I’m not on social media any more. Apparently I have to mention this from time to time, because, I dunno, people naturally assume cultural workers are there all the damn time? I gave up. But I do have other machinery, which is how I know that writer/producer John Rogers just did an excellent thread on using notebooks as part of your work.
Pretty sure most people will find something of interest there.
Sad notebook has been moved to my desk, since I’m clearly not going anywhere for a while. (Even though I restocked my shoulder bag last week in optimistic preparation for The Great Release.)