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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
It was so hard to get going this morning that I decided to pretend I'd been thrown back in time into the 1970s, a la the TV show Life on Mars. It made everything seem more fun! I looked around in wonder at the strange fashions and methods of transportation while I confronted backwards ideas. Thursday, February 05, 2009
Don't worry I haven't abandoned this site. I'm just writing quite a bit at the moment and the thought of putting together something as long as a PARAGRAPH when I don't have to is utterly daunting. My random, drisky-esque thoughts have lately been escaping at www.twitter.com/fridaysixpm. I like the snippety format. Sample entry from today: "Just used the word adumbrated. T-shirt inspiration obviously working". You might like to visit - I promise I'll approve you. Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The Hacienda Must Be Built
Ever since I went to Manchester I've been meaning to search out this quote. I read it at an exhibition there, on the Hacienda nightclub. Tangentially, the quote is over 140 characters: nice to see there's still a place for blogging.
And you, forgotten, your memories ravaged by all the consternations of two hemispheres, stranded in the Red Cellars of Pali-Kao, without music and without geography, no longer setting out for the hacienda where the roots think of the child and where the wine is finished off with fables from an old almanac. That’s all over. You’ll never see the hacienda. It doesn’t exist.
The hacienda must be built.
All cities are geological. You can’t take three steps without encountering ghosts bearing all the prestige of their legends. We move within a closed landscape whose landmarks constantly draw us toward the past. Certain shifting angles, certain receding perspectives, allow us to glimpse original conceptions of space, but this vision remains fragmentary. It must be sought in the magical locales of fairy tales and surrealist writings: castles, endless walls, little forgotten bars, mammoth caverns, casino mirrors.
-- IVAN CHTCHEGLOV, Formulary for a New Urbanism
Living in the 70s
The best thing about this shift in perspective is the soundtrack. Recently I've been trapped into a Coldplay-listening loop - what Noel Coward would call the thrill of cheap music - as I've totally dismantled my fifth chapter. Now I'm listening to Crosby, Stills & Nash, and I feel the optimistic power of rebuilding descending upon me. I have my ship, and all her flags are flying.
Not Drowning, Twittering
