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The act of archiving an extensive record collection, whether it’s one’s own personal set or that of a legend, is founded on the idea that space exists to hold time. A 12” LP record or a 7” single is a delivery mechanism for particular durations of music. Store a bunch of these in the same space, and there are days, possibly months, of music, neatly filed (digitally, of course, this can be quantified down to the second). This is why one of the first questions people ask of collectors is, “When in the world do you have the time to listen to all of this stuff?” For collectors like Dilla and Peel, the act of accumulation— building a library or simply hoarding— is as much a part of the appeal as is actually listening to (or “using”) the music. But these records take up space on shelves, and when one’s collecting passion supersedes one’s physical accommodations, tough decisions need to be made.
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“Things Wong Kar Wai taught me about love”
1. You will fall in love only once. Obstacles will prevail. The rest of your life is spent recovering.
2. Anything that distracts you from the pain of your loss is good. Some people are more successful in this regard than others.
3. Eroticising their objects will be the pinnacle of your sexual fulfillment.
4. Desire is kept eternally alive by the impossibility of contact.
5. The most potent way to exist is to occupy someone else’s imagination.
6. Technology will only heighten your sense of desolation making you more keenly aware that no one is trying to call.
7. Hook up with someone. Live with them. Sleep with them. Tag along. Don’t be fooled. You are only a transitory distraction. Ask for commitment. Declare your love. Watch the set up evaporate.
8. Some coincidences are deliberate.(via cesaire)
Posted on May 9, 2012 via ⌫天 with 1,189 notes
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Catch 22.
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The overprioritization of beatmatching is ruining America. What else might humanity have accomplished with the energy devoted thus far to avoiding even an infinitesimal rhythm-skip? (Yes, I know that beatmatching isn’t hurting anybody, and that most of my stupid preoccupations would crumble under similar scrutiny.) My old undergrad Buddhist monk acquaintance would have called beatmatching an “obstruction to enlightenment.” Club crowds act as if a train has been derailed when faced with a mismixed moment, or as if a pope’s pacemaker has malfunctioned when forced to endure a second of silence. I think that beatmatching’s predominance has something to do with leisure-class proclivities of late capitalism? Or the decline of empire-y West? With the gall of people who’d, you know, throw a shirt out because a button was missing? (But wait, Saddam Hussein used to freak about being shown the bottom of someone’s shoe, because the ground=dirty, so nitpicking isn’t a Western-coded luxury.)
I appreciate the meticulous finesse of beatmatching and all, but I indulge some form of containment fetish that wants to label the long, enabling intros and outros of club mixes “unsustainable,” as if they were wasteful acts? Like, what if books (or music columns) went on and on instead of ending until you were forced to pick up the next one? Or if films— well, theLord Of The Rings trilogy was pretty much beatmatched, but some patrons were disoriented by its neverendingness. I guess what irks me is that when I rely on Itunes’ built-in fades to help half-ass “deejay” a no-stakes get-together, some “DJ” mourns my artlessness, like I’m the lazy steam-powered hammer to their hard-working John Henry. As if functional knowledge of Traktor, the DJ program whose name puns on John Deere’s milieu, was tantamount to folk-heroism. These same DJs masochistically internalize the colossality of their failure to beatmatch if, say, a chatty pal, or intoxication, or an uncooperative soundcard, or a glitchy mp3 conspired to existentially shame them. Once I was in the booth with DJ Housemate when a transition flubbed, and I instinctively ducked, to avoid the hail of bullets that I imagined that I deserved by association. If only the original 12-inches that started this mess weren’t 12 inches long…
- William Bowers, Puritan Blister #25
Posted on April 23, 2012 via JAKE CLELAND with 6 notes
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Why might octopi be my favorite animals?
- Mimic octopi can impersonate other creatures
- Female blanket octopi are 40,000 times heavier and 100 times larger than the males. The males are there only to mate, afterwards they die.
- All octopi have three hearts.
- They have no bones and are not able to maintain their shape out of water.
- The color of their blood is blue.
- They have a very good eyesight but can not hear.
- Blue-ringed octopi are one of the most venomous creatures earth. They are small in size but have the ability to kill 26 human beings within a few minutes. They can also squirt their venom on their prey from a decent distance.
- All octopi can change their color.
- Sometimes octopi shed an arm to escape a predator.
- Blue ringed octopi are found in the Pacific ocean and their main predators are sharks, dolphins, and conger eels, while they commonly prey upon crabs and mollusks.
- Blanket octopi defend themselves against predators by tentacles of Portuguese man-of-war.
- There is no skeleton for an octopus, which is why they are able to fit into very small spaces.
- They are considered to be the most intelligent of all invertebrates.
- There are many stories about humans being killed by octopi but rarely are they true.
- They have sensors on them that allow them to taste food.
- Octopi live between six months to five years.
- Males often die within a few months of mating. The females usually die after they hatch their eggs.
- There are more than 300 known species of octopi
- Two of their hearts allow the blood to circulate to the gills, the other is for the body to circulate the blood.
- A female octopus can lay up to 200,000 eggs at once depending on the species, though approximately 2/3 of the offspring will die within the first couple of weeks of life.
- The largest species of octopus is the North Pacific giant octopus, which can weigh about 100 pounds and have arms up to 14 feet long.
- The smallest species is the California octopus, which are less than 1 inch in size.
- They are considered to be very strong for a creature of their size, capable of lifting things that are many times their own body weight.
- Octopi can grow their lost limbs back.
- None species of octopus make any types of sounds for communication.
- The octopus is categorized as a mollusk.
- Octopi have beaks.
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The slacker is back – and this time she's female | Culture | The Observer
“It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top”
Posted on March 25, 2012 via network decay with 4 notes
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true story.
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Identity Crisis by Mason Phillips.
Posted on March 14, 2012 via Zagg Pepper with 24,132 notes
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Neda’s Entrance
by Sergio Lopez
Santa Rosa, CA, United States
Print: $40Posted on March 8, 2012 via SAATCHI ONLINE with 270 notes
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