Toda observación sociológica es una experiencia mediatizada. Todo aforismo es la imposición de la idiotez en el mundo. Así éstos. Éstos no son aforismos. Ésto tampoco es un poema. Ni que lo fuera. Deja de pensar: La teoría como experiencia está limitada por la infinita distancia de la inacción. La antropología como ciencia está arruinada. Le arruina su separación del campo observado.
Amazed as truth, like western spaces, high bachelors from Holland will tender sore hands, like dead, brooded, sorrowful influences, and step themselves: whole invasions will come, like free fire, man.
roughly nine & a half glasses of red wine, half a pint of cider, one shot of lighter fluid, two & a half shots of gin, six glasses of sherry, thirteen glasses of whisky &
A record collection comes to life when it is played to others. DJing brings forth the obvious interconnectedness of– apparently unrelated music genres and traditions, the effect of a DJ set on the atmosphere of a place (not just a shuffling iPod or a CD playing) cannot be (just cannot be) understated.
[ Après la lettre, and for Eileen, who is learning Spanish ] and I wonder, in what language am I supposed to express this passage? (what is the pre-position needed for this question?) because if we use lower letters except of course for the first person, is it because we dread magnitudes, the grand eloquence of conquerors and pirates?
Where does the invisible come from? & isn’t it also what did the invisible use to be? This feeling of here but not here, of what can be felt in its absence. Once again we say what are we if not body but yes also, what we are not what can’t be seen but somehow felt. We are god’s itch, or his hunger, his hangover.
(Mashing up something I read in the newspaper). A chili’s spiciness scientifically measured calculating content of capsaicin. A pepper’s piquancy is experienced in Scoville heat units. Imagine the American chemist Wilbur Scoville, (who invented the method in 1912) cleverly devising the Scoville organoleptic test using a panel of tasters all given chili extract diluted in sugar water. There is a final heat unit.
[The personal computer…] that ultimate manifestation of the intimate machine… -John Naughton Computers used to be rooms where you could walk into. Now they are little boxes that get into you. You used to go to them. Now they come with us. Something hasn’t changed: we still live in them. My personal computer is an intimate machine. It goes to sleep with me. If you could see into my hard drive you would find him I think I am.
Induced hypothermia allows for temporary death, followed by resurrection. The procedure could suspend your cellular function without ending it. -Mikel Jollet, “The Big Chill”, Men’s Health, June 2007 Esta mañana amanezco con un velo sobre el ojo. El otro sigue aún dormido, se mueve en sonámbulo aríem mientras el cuerpo intenta levantarse.
A cut-out frame opens up the microscopic universe to the point of bacteria and then it’s all about the flow of oxygen coffee-grinding time, drop after drop dilluted into a black spot. Why would anyone use paper scissors to slit open an old page: a moist yellowed paperback, unread, like the ocean of hair at the end of a long day at the barber’s shop.
