Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Some Questions About the State of Things Mar. 18, 2011 By Daniel Coffeen
Daniel is an independent writer, reader, teacher, and philosopher living in San Francisco.
Do I really need to wake up five days a week — five days! that’s almost everyday! — at some ungodly hour so I can get to work on time?
(Isn’t it healthier to let one’s body wake up in its own time? An alarm clock is, well, alarming and is not the way to greet the day. Isn’t this obvious? Tis why I work for myself — sorta, as there’s no such thing: work is working with others — such are the demands of any economy. But fuckin’ a — the alarm clock has to be one of the nastiest inventions).
Do I really need to work 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 hours a week? When am I supposed to, I dunno, shop, pay bills, date, fuck, masturbate, contemplate, write, think, ponder, dream, caress a woman’s thighs, kiss her neck, indulge a lengthy conversation about Bunuel, watch Assayas’ 5.5 hour film, “Carlos,” one of the greatest films of the past 25 years?
(This is not an advancement from the hunting/gathering days; we work all the time just to get by. Leisure — which should be the benefit of these big brains of ours — has been exiled.)
Do I really need to work so much just to make enough money to pay my bills — even a so-called good salary only lets me pay my more expensive bills such as for a nice bottle of tequila and a sushi feast? The so-called good salary of the middle-class in today’s urban America damns you to a lifetime of work and a modest retirement at, say, 79.
(My god, that’s insane! Why do we stand for this? Why aren’t we shrieking in the streets? Pulling our hair out? Is it the Zoloft that leaves us mute? The indigestion from all those lattes? What is it that placates us so?)
Do I really need to wake up five days a week — five days! that’s almost everyday! — at some ungodly hour so I can get to work on time?
(Isn’t it healthier to let one’s body wake up in its own time? An alarm clock is, well, alarming and is not the way to greet the day. Isn’t this obvious? Tis why I work for myself — sorta, as there’s no such thing: work is working with others — such are the demands of any economy. But fuckin’ a — the alarm clock has to be one of the nastiest inventions).
Do I really need to work 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 hours a week? When am I supposed to, I dunno, shop, pay bills, date, fuck, masturbate, contemplate, write, think, ponder, dream, caress a woman’s thighs, kiss her neck, indulge a lengthy conversation about Bunuel, watch Assayas’ 5.5 hour film, “Carlos,” one of the greatest films of the past 25 years?
(This is not an advancement from the hunting/gathering days; we work all the time just to get by. Leisure — which should be the benefit of these big brains of ours — has been exiled.)
Do I really need to work so much just to make enough money to pay my bills — even a so-called good salary only lets me pay my more expensive bills such as for a nice bottle of tequila and a sushi feast? The so-called good salary of the middle-class in today’s urban America damns you to a lifetime of work and a modest retirement at, say, 79.
(My god, that’s insane! Why do we stand for this? Why aren’t we shrieking in the streets? Pulling our hair out? Is it the Zoloft that leaves us mute? The indigestion from all those lattes? What is it that placates us so?)
Monday, March 14, 2011
Just released Busby Berkeley Collection,
http://pruned.blogspot.com/2006/03/landscape-architecture-musical.html
Just released Busby Berkeley Collection, which packages together five of the visionary's greatest works: Footlight Parade (1933), Gold Diggers of 1933, Dames (1934), Gold Diggers of 1935, and 42nd Street (1933).
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000E0OE1M/pruned-20?creative=327641&camp=14573&adid=1ZKDVZJ7E9TZPAANH2M3&link_code=as1
Saturday, March 12, 2011
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